#WhereTheCountryGirls #GitMeThereFast #KidsGrowUP #RememberTheNoise?

SMELL GOOD & GEORGIA PEACHES

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Seriously inside of an obvious mistake, I shouldn’t have been here this long, just kidding
Drop a pin on a map, several close calls & you’ll make me believe in 9 lives of Fritz the Cat
You know the gist of the intel without knowing, you’ll get blindsided with mud on your boots
None of it’s so pretty but it’s all you’ve got there, god son, at least you ain’t wasted toasts.

Wake up in the AM every day from the first day after graduation from high school, forty spins
Wide turns around the sun several times, knocked out in a coma full of sticky straight pins
Monkeys in charge of the bananas without my permission, prebirth & afterbirth it will be too
Hens and cocks pullin’ night watch in the crib, the smell good ain’t wastin’ my drone’s blue.

Gone out with the highly likely to be kissed because my face is cryin’ for the one, Georgia as
Or Mississippi, New Jersey, Washington or Califon I A, they even in Alabama & L.A. & Texas
Utah & Montana country girls in the Daisy Dukes can’t see orange hot pants from a Hooters
Shook up the rhythm & rhyme on a dime, a penny for your thoughts but it ain’t worth a dime.

Pi was all of 3.14 & everyone knew it, free style motion from the first shot in the darkness
Likely the answer must be exact, or you’ll miss the middle of the honey’s twenty, I confess
I have the radar & the sonar for the trick, no way the target ain’t gonna be in my crosshairs
Marksman or not, silent smoke filled the bullseye 50 for 50 with 1 M-16 arm, shots & beers.

Recollect the world you’ve been in, be present for a minute & be prepared to gape your lips
It was all a dream, every single moment, every day of every year, all the decades of hot hips
You know like I know other than the priests & nuns, everybody wants to get the busy thang
Obliteration one, it’s a chemical notion to proceed with species annihilation, Dracula fang.

Afterburners of the jet you call yourself need to be fired up soon, you’re airborne for good
Corpse of all too human to be left behind for ash or a dark dash in a roomless silver bullet
It ain’t a curse to die, it’s the deal for the coming & going of souls, you come & gotta fight
Sooner or later, accident or just organic failure to run the show, represent your highlights.

A five will get you ten on that bet, the odds are against you but if you win, you’ll be rich
If you lose, you’ll be like you were the day before your mother gave you up, son of a bitch
No honorable way to be on Earth, it’s a survival for the most fit that prepare for battles
Nothing you do can change the fact that punks will come out the woodwork for skittles.

My candy is mine, I ain’t sharia’ unless I get you to drop a pen on a map, we’ll kick it dead
Of mice and men movin’ the Earth until the final gasp of H-gas, lost face & all teeth rotted
Artist and philosopher of metaphysical astrophysics and the mentally ill cuckoo’s nest 20
Here and now, wherever I reach with this thought, I think, when I die, I won’t think it’s funny.

I won’t think at all once the brain’s synapses quit firing sparks of trans-cranial skull candy
Mark zeros and ones like that’s all you need to exceed the speed of Yankee doodle dandy
You got my twenty right now ‘cause you see my cell# on your screen, Alabama red all that
Gotta go out to a Red Barn to dance with some Daisy Dukes, it’s the cowboy boots & hat.

3 wishes since you’ve rubbed the Aladdin lamp and now the sky’s the limit, just press play
Hay can stay in the barn until tomorrow, I’ll slop the pigs then too, hot date with Daisy duke
My wheels are shinin’ and ready to roll, beepin’ my horn before I turned the corner, I’ll say it
So fine, I can’t believe my fortune as if God set me up with the dish, her pops had a hussy fit.

Good man that I am, I married the girl when she let me, ‘fore her dad killed me via shotgun
Seven months later a little drone came out to live eighteen years underfoot, y’all havin’ fun
I ran into you before; you can’t recall but you ran into my car & dented my door and fender
You owe me four grand, pay me now or we’ll settle it with you, hey, I’ll return you to sender.

Noise is louder than I remember, a buzz and full-blown hiss 24/7 except during an LP skip
Rockin’ loud might be what caused it with a malleus, incus & stapes, hammer-anvil-stirrup
I’m the end and beginning of the place in Space I’m takin’ up, it’s my 20 & incognito smoke
City girls eventually turn into country girls once they go to the show, I am fire, I’m the stoke.

Good ones & bad ones are in the eyes of the beholder, blind eyes see nothing clear, waste
By the scent and sound, there’s something to that kind of sensation you can’t see or taste
Use the world to understand why you came here & why you live & die for nothing ever seen
Halls echo with sounds attracting pretty birds who only want to be treated like a l’il queen.

Popcorn and lollypops for everyone, like them or not, you get some at this movie, justice
Your life and the ones you know and love as well as the ones you don’t, shootin’ the dice
You win some and lose some but when the dice are loaded, you can’t win a hot can of tin
Catchin’ the cheater ain’t easy if you’re stupid or an idiot, look at the eyes, a devil’s all in.

Smacked down in the middle or at the hind teat, puppies don’t know like the alpha dogs
Only you know and I know the end of the story, seen the others buried & burned out too
Left with nothing but the smoke & ash or the stench of what shat or formaldehyde flogs
Covering up the olfactory offense, the best you can do is avoid it, stay alive or turn blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 4-24-24 #DropAPenOnAMap 711 PMPST
{ Created while loopin’ #WhereThCountryGirlsAt @Luke_Bryan & @Trace_Adkins & @Pitbull link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=ZlpoNRQFm5AxP0VR }

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#FreakIn #FallOut #KickedArse #USVetsROCK Thank You, Thank Me, Thank God for the USA! #WhereTheCountryGerylsAt?

WOOD IN THE BONE

I got a line on the hashtags in front of the love & hate speech drippin’ out of your genius lips

Speak easy like a beatnik in a smokey dining room with expressive espressos & China cups
Jellybeans for everybody even sugarless for the diabetic getting ready to give up the ghosts
Out of their poor organic lifestyle, your mother & father conceived you & your little sisters.

Passing like ships in the night, nothing can be seen without the dawn of light upon the word
Microphone is &ou didn’t know as you whispered the phrase, “These idiots are morons.”
Now they know you think that they’re idiotic morons, you’ve got no backup & can’t recant
Liars and deceivers cannot be trusted further than a cluster of lung butter coughing paint.

Mucous membranes cannot be breached if you get my drift, I am in benefit mode of luck
Everything you need to be happy is available & denied to all, you get what you can, smuck
Blood in your dried-up spirit that you spat out with mighty mickey mouse & a woodpecker
Cartoons stuck in the past, only the road runner wins in the end, ask all the coyotes’ I fear.

Hear their howls in the night at the full moon that scares them in the darkness, live & die
All they know in their packs is that they live and they die, on to the light, dead or alive high
Mental illness is physical illness and the only way to get out of this life without holy guilt
Bums and the junkies who turn into the leaders of the packs of malcontent ocean silt.

How are you? You won’t be fine when you have your door broken down, pitch your tents
All blue, red or white in the form of coagulated mother’s milk from a statue of fake Liberty
Hard liquor drunks & heroin addicts of superman Kryptonite eat the world, ladies & gents
Unintelligent life not found on Earth by alien UFO’s, passing in & out of Time, a Space key.

Knuckles are folded into fists, they’re bloody good & bloody well right, you tube is blown
Kids wearing their hand-me-down clothes from my siblings and cousins, Truth is unknown
As above, so below you see what you get, if you’re blind you get nothing and nothing less
Nothing cannot be seen & when you’re blind you can’t see something either, so undress.

Look forward to a final gasp of gas like your ancestors who feared that funeral pyre, son
I can’t believe there’s nothing but this and that, life & death for no apparent good reason
Ill conceived, born, lived & died like all of them, the good, the bad & ugly, simply the best
All or none of the above answers for this multiple-choice exam, extra credit as a final test.

I’m the wolf who did the huffin’ & puffin’ to blow your ill-reputed house down, recycled you
Back to the future where nobody but you will know you’ve snapped in the time warp glue
Everything is nothing and vice versa as well, it’s a silly proposition without a logical ending
No rational conclusion deduced or induced from propositions without veracity, pretending.

Being serious or joking like a joker without funny jokes, forgetting the punch lines on cue
We’re not worthy of being in the presence of great women & men, just forget about it too
It won’t change with Time in this Space, a First Cause will not repeat & Last Effect is Void
Points from A to B to C, drawn lines make the triangle, inflated into 3D pyramid & cuboid.

Truth is false and the lies are all true, words are fluid without in-cursive meaning to the gods
To humanity and the other animals slippin’ into my awareness before dismissal in hotrods
I can do the quarter mile in 9 seconds flat, lookin’ to break into 8 but my rig starts flyin’ high
So above it is and below it must be, no chance for error, Truth is set, when you die, you Die!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April XXIVth , MMXXIV @222 PMPST
{ Tracked this pablum out of the bottom of quicksand in the mind, while listenin’ to #CosmicCoolerOfMe @ https://youtu.be/Mr1JCXN_8v4?si=JtD3_RHYbdpIlcz_ }
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<3 ONE LOVE <3

#WhereIsMary? #ShesRockinTheEMPTYmoon #MoonRivering @HallAndOates @CarlosSantana #WINNING #LOSING #ITSOVER

1st SEVENTH SON

ANTHROPOMORPHIC DIVNITY

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Visiting the home plate once every game as I hit one for fifty games in a row, all time world's record

Blood ran cold right after the corpus dialectics ceased and the word was made flesh to rot in hell's fjord

Hopping right along on the longitude and latitude of the monster, empty shell of a moon, no sphere Man

We sent men to the moon and they walked around to the dark side where the action is, all too human sin.

 

Moon is a flat disc with nothing inside nor around the dark side, just you & a billion cells of H2 TNT

Fixed it before our births to the mothers of the inventions, wheels to roll the illusion off of it's axis chit

Fingers you have before you use the two thumbs for a hitchhike down the road to perdition, laugh it up

Downside is you didn't have to come here at all, you could have remained in the empty Void of a hiccup.

 

Pea brains so small their nearly invisible & impossible to judge the morality of the too bad they're ugly

Bad like the evil backward spelling of live, it's the positive and negative of the Yin and Yang of the sea

Seven of 'em left from the only Big Bang we've been able to surmise, how it all got here to be you & me

My blood runnin' cold as I laid my way down the middle path, too far left to be a Marxist-Leninist scree.

Punch me in the face & then expect the retaliation of death in you lifetime, as soon as possible, right now

Mary came out to make the God feel better, pain & suffering was all she saw, wiped the face & the brow

Reward at the bottom of heaven's stairs, waiting for the ascension into the Null & Void, cemetery stone

Bums and wealthy genius' consolidated the cold blood, ran it up the pole, it's one X & one Y unknown.

You are the aircraft comin' in for a landing, you're running low on fuel, you have no auto-pilot aboard

Walkin' from fore to aft, the dream seems to be getting real, a reality that won't be around me, oh lord

Being and nothingness defined and absorbed into the matrix, hulls left over & hearts beating ghosts up

Preconceived, I thought I could claim the shame & release the hounds for my loved ones' winners cup.

Dilute your contents into the ovaries reversal of cosmic order, before conceptions' deception, high five

Visit the homes of the leaders of the packs, then return them to their sender, it's the way it is while alive

Submit to the submission and wake up while you're not Woke as yet, suspicion you'll see the Truths' ilk

Money ain't all you need, you need a pass to get around the prisons and gaols' cell-blocks spoiled milk.

 

Crumbs and splatter left over from the baby's mamas, locations are all unknown, they're everywhere to be

Or not to be, either way it's only a questionable pass-time for irreconcilable differences in the swing's sling

TNT and the nitro-glycerin put the rocks into dust-mode, indifference to the indestructible Pagan Viking

Without supernatural or subterranean presence of beings intent on Good, Evil and being so goddam ugly.

I gotta watch my own back without a mirror, just the head on constant swivel, like a puppet dummy act

Ventriloquist of the linguistic uncertainty y'all and I feel within and without, awaiting irrefutable fact

In the argument for the presence of the thing itself which is a concept, deduced from the holy-chit birth

Birds, cyberspace & visitors from dimensional freeways 360 degrees from the center of the dirty Earth.

Scene is predicated, you are not alone but you think you are, you feel me?  My blood's runnin' cold here

This or that thing goes this or that way, then we set back to judge the situation, drinkin' queen's cold beer

Taste and Timing is everything, "I kid you not," but who said that a million times before the 2000 A.D. chit

Dealing cards, playin' chess with the checkers, games without rules, played & always won, I Am the s#It.

Before you leave, pass me the Bogart stash, it's gonna be a fired up piece of the tree, it's naked to reality

Smoked after fired up for one second or two, escalated the sweet something, your highness' deep, red sea

You don't know like I know, that's fine because if you knew you'd die, it'd kill you, your head's in a sling

Bass under & treble over the top, merging two to create a harmony of copper pennies, as if they can sing.

Spare me on the silk and velvet inside of the casket without wine or any provisions for my soul to defecate

On being you instead of me, no contest, no harm & no foul, just lappin' up grease on the cutting floor fate

No memory of me ever being here & now, there & then in the past or the future, down queen & divine king

Pretending this ain't an accident of cosmic, random collisions of atoms, suspicion it's made from a Nothing.

To or from the same old place in Space where the first thought came from, east or west of the north or south

Everywhere a concept can be analyzed within the mind, the brain, the head, that's where it's all at, my mouth

Losing this victory that is always mine to procure, just wanted to share with the less fortunate, everybody's balls

God of the dead, fortunate son of my father who is now in heaven with the rest of the best, mother phuqin bells.

Velvet felt just like the inner sanctum of the sarcophagi we all inhabit as all good aliens do on one last gasp

Smothered like brothers, sisters and their mothers, waiting for the food to appear in the nest from the wasp

Could be the honeycomb or the matrix of no exit, you can't get out of the honeycomb room of divine spats

Pretty girls no can do, not everything can be strong especially the all too human females of the genome, drat!

 

They'll poison your dinner, push you over the cliff, sucker punch you in the kidneys & the say I'm so sorry too

No it's no mental illness, it's the successful genes of the genome, homo sapiens of the millennia & beyond blue

Space & Time out of the context of spinning masses of dirty rocks in a stuck-up mass of dust, just the facts man

Hard Rocks, Soft Rocks all make the world go spinning around the ecliptic, soul to be @Heart's forbidden fan. 

From the spear's point and the bullet's tip, justice is done for the weak and strong who strike first, all losers die

Winners won't die but they will rise above the mud, the blood & the beer to the stratospheric entrance, oh my my

Nothing out there, it's all right here & now, no other things we have no name for, we are the alienable sea of gods

Modern or ancient, wings unhinged, got the hops to jump a foot off the ground, maybe two or three for hotrods.

 

You're finished at the end zone, the chalk line is drawn on the turf, it's obvious you're an idiot, I'm a One too

Divided and conquered again and again, ad infinitum, where gas blows up electrons, neutrons & protons 

Charity is the Love, you hope there's faith in that, if there is no Love, then there's only death's child, the Void

I'm here in it, so are you & so are we all, a moment to sing a tune, The End of the Fear of God, I Am The One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c  4 20  Samedhi 2024 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Created from the Void while listenin' to @ZZTOP https://youtu.be/xukdktMcEYU }

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