#ToddRungren #ElvisPressley #Firebirds #JustBecause #ChotzFired #Clutch

THIS IS IT MAN, don't Bogart

Idiots born to genius genies who have no idea what 'orgasm' means, the point's moot

Subspecies is going extinct through no fault of its own, there's the Mulligan, we are It

God's tryin' to get our attention little by little, throwing the unknown into the cesspool

Over the net, into the net, the net of the gross, it's all academic as opposed to my foot.

 

Just a saying in the lexicon of moody, old men getting older & sicker than pending doom

Tomorrow may never arrive for anyone from infant to centenarian or whatever floats a boat

No holes in the hull and no overweight kilos inside of the air-gap will allow the sea's tomb

To see 4/5 of a world's surface with water's one thing, without H2O, Earth's a Space rock.

Hope for hopelessness is useless & a waste of precious time, Faith is all there is for the One

Charity of haters & mean human beings whose childhood would have killed a divine shadow

Left over all strength to survive at all costs, anywhere you move to, everywhere you ever g

 I played the field, became MVP of all time, got buried in a beggar's grave in the house of fun.

Invoices paid, revenue increased in a geometric acceleration until the Void opened up wide

As the river parted for the chosen ones breakin' into the promised land, free love in override

Notwithstanding, inductive deductions of backstabbers in front of your face, I've got to go

All cats and dogs runnin' the hood, because the humans allow it, until the fear gets to blow.

 

Y'all work and play in the swamp & upon the savannah marshes, five will get you ten, man

Shut the mouth of your body which seems to be used in a foul manner, or stop the breathing

Monks came out of the caves on the backstreets to reclaim the claims nobody claims to have

Seeing with all three eyes of the enlightened conscious mind, Cheech & Chong, I am Dave!

Will the supreme melody to replay ad infinitum, while you're dead or asleep in bed, then it'll set

Melody goes something like this . . .  it's a gap in vibration where Nothing and Something matter

Energy of jumping atoms in the molecular structure of elements which have ejected out of the sun

Like it or not, you're a part of it all, microcosm, macrocosm, I don't have a father, I'm immaculate.

I bleed for good, bad & the ugly, offered to fight until the death of livers' lives, common ground

All of the church's nuns know what the good & the bad is, they are the opposite of EVIL, LIVE

#FillerUp!  I thought it was fill HER up until I analyzed the saying, nobody G.A.S., point's moot

It will be what it will be, that goes without saying so I wrote it down, all word for word to boot.

Bee to see, it's the way it is during the honey hunt, lookin' for the bud flowers' dusted dirtiness

Mixed into reproduction, life replaces what's breakin' down into a common denominator scree

Pink or green, all orange, yellow, blue & purple tops, all of it goes up in smoke, oh so radically

Hurts to have pleasure, feels good to see holy pain outside the Speakers' Houses of Unholiness.

Slo Gin fuzz in your face, lookin' like a lost fool in paradise, with no compass, without all of us

Nobody to run or fly with, you are solo & your life will be half as long in an accidental cuss fuss

With bad boys & all the bad girls who grow into bad men & bad women, I'm One, I learned it all

How to win every time a game's played, know the rules & bend the rules, Win, Win, Win or Fall.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER IIIrd, MMXXIII @ 111 PMPST

{ Fouled ball out of the park, just because I thought I was so pretty, & listenin' to @Elvis_Pressley on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/lZMXD5-lFIw }

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#SoulSucker #SoulSurvivor #SoulSearchin'

THE KID DRANK & DROVE

If the final end is as it appears to be when your friends & strangers faithfully depart
Systems are GO & there’s no free choice at the point of no return, you got a heart
But it won’t matter in the long run, requiring blood to continue to beat, let it bleed
First you’ve no idea what’s goin’ on here on Earth, then we get facts of life to heed.

Shown pictures flashing before the mind’s eye from toddler to teen-hero, or villain
Either way the need to bleed has something to do with being descended from seed
Deep within the inner soul of RNA/DNA in organic cells of all fruits, nuts & animals
A code repeater makes it look as if a shape, a size & mental acuity are magic spells.

But there ain’t no magic likely to be the cause of the things themselves, all deja vous
High chaparral along the middle path to keep between safe places in ultraviolet hue
Into the Unknown which is everywhere else than the place you exhibit full attention
We all go, all of us, everyone, everywhere here & now, it’s dead, preconceived Zen.

Marching ahead or walking back and forth behind enemy lines, invisible as the wind
Home was always a far cry from the hole in the wall, the war seemed hell-bent on sin
From first to the last day of every soul’s journey on this holy trip, Nothing’s personal
You don’t have to believe me, faith isn’t required, hope & charity for Angie’s hellbell.

Nobody gets to disappear without a trace, you have bones, blood & your hot spirit
Matter can neither be created nor destroyed since it’s The Law, first or second rule
Nothingness as a concept of an absence of everything, molecular atoms in oblivion
Neutrons, protons & electrons like Harvey @Wallbanger sketches of one man’s Id.

Coming into the very best of the @RollingStones on the @RedSkeltonShow, the abyss
Loud or soft, stones roll uphill on rare occasions but only when your mother’s high
She gets that way when her love for you gets in the way of reality that’s like showbiz
It ain’t but it feels like it, we’re getting older than our skin & bones can handle, I’ll fly.

When it’s the Time I’m given without my agreement and the Time is up, I am Gone
Up or down, inside or outside of Space, emptiness and nothingness, dead men come
Hard or soft for redistribution of national debtor wealth into personal bills of a citizen
Expect that you’ll revolt against this tax on freedom, get ready without getting’ it in.

So hot that the sun is cool compared to the temperature inside my form & matter
It’s all about Substance, the whatever conglomerate of everything on up the ladder
Pawns began, bishops, knights & rooks on boards of 64 squares, 8 squared on Jacob
Now & then it comes right down to this, what we all know is true, corn’s on the cob.

Peace of mind in the piece under your arm, on your back or in your pocketbook hole
Holstered and safety is on, killing for your country or for your revenge, your pride doll
Sagas told, memorized, passed down man to boy, to girl, woman grows fear in a soul
No good reason, just because & it’s for certain we can work it out, y’all gonna drool.

Kid ‘Ice’ worked out the nature the beast, shut up in the closet for an upper 90 degrees
Forced the fear to leave my consciousness, it left but the shadow of smoothness seized
Loosened up the pistons in the cylinders drivin’ the bit of sanity I inherited in ESP boogie
Here we go now, Cadillac Boogie in by the Cadillac of the White Holes, drunk & moody.

Folks dream until they die of fright or happiness, hope you get what you deserve all day
When the sun ain’t shinin’ anymore, how there could be something we’d like, it’ll be OK
Fine or not with me, it’ll come down like it or not, ponies, horses or racin’ cars, trackin’
Around in circles, counter-revolutionary we do the do, pickin’ it all to the beat, grinnin’.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, #Rocktober 2^nd 2023  @ 555 PMPST

{ Drama ensued with this piece created while jammin’ to @Keb’Mo’ #SlowDown link @ https://youtu.be/bPI7qXVSw5g & #SoonAsIGetPaid link @ https://youtu.be/1va98eMftQ0?si=T2siz2TsX4M6Ob4p }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

30 DAYS in One DAZE #Up #Down #In #Out #GodsVeryHappyBBQsacrificeSacredCow @InAndOutBurgers #AnimalStyle @PANTERA @MorganWallen @WARtheBand

UP & DOWN, A TIGER SHARK PANTERA AD INFINITUM

As you were then, One Way now as it’s always been, sea’s love, life down slow
All the people here are aware of this, their parents have downloaded the blow
Of the plants and animals on the ground, in the ground, in the air & in the sea
We’ve all consumed them, beginning with me, I’m not immune from being me.

Pawns at the front lines of the battle, protecting the queen & king of the twins
Identical threats out of nowhere until found somewhere right there next to it all
Each has it’s own lever to pull when the time is right, timing is everything, et al
On your mark, ready & get set to race the others who desire the identical wins.

Strong & fortunate to survive the intense competition for being able to eat & mate
In the cosmic’s dust at the end of it all, it actually never really mattered, as I snark
That y’all got to 1st, 2nd or 3rd base was not as important as sliding into home plate
Single, double, triple beats a sunk-wood Louisville Slugger 500 footer out the park.

Confirm the communion of my soul with the ether’s imaginary oneness of Space
No time for relativity & no time for absolute knowledge, I am Self-Consciousness
For all the good, bad & ugly between species’ original sin & the end of Being’s fizz
It all comes down, it all came down, it’s coming down, that’s Life, that’s #Showbizz!

If you didn’t get the beer for my horses then go back to the storeroom for a case
Four six-packs oughta do the trick, there’s only 2 horses & a pack mule for my lace
My girl rides the mule, my horse gets me & my full metal jacket’s teenage trip spree
District of Columbia up/down, steal Freedom & get what you get, take my Boston tea!

Cold beer & some edibles and spirits of white & brown water, elevate the sensational
You askin’ for a heads-up when you need the command, mikes-up or down with a flow
Middle path strewn with mud & thorns but the only way to get there from here & now
Is to hover, to fly over without touching the ground, being a random Rando outta Hell.

Stones busted out of holy, monster boulders, dried-up stars can’t shine like sunrays
Black holes & deep Singularities that remain invisible, imaginary daughter of my son
Nevertheless, rule the subjects and objects of this predication of Matter, game daze
Start to the bitter end of the battle, dead War is on us all, be or don’t be, no question!

 

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 9-30-2023 AD @ 411 AMPST

{Captured this & crushed in Silencio!  Kiddin’…@WARtheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto link @ https://youtu.be/VIIbT89V7EI?si=W6dPKKaF7dXJV573 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?