#DogDontEatDog #FourDeadInOHIO #CrosbyStillsNashYoung #RememberKentState #TheRollingStones

Tin Soldiers & Nixon cut us down, 4 dead in Ohio, MIC-DROP

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Sweet leaves burnt to smoke your lungs into the deep space of time running out
Of the sands of time in an hourglass, flipping over hours, every millennia no doubt
Do you have a leader? Take me to your leader, the one who doesn’t want exposure
To the ones who need to lock up your agitation in the bell jar from duty came a tour.

This is not about your idiots and morons educated by clueless parents too busy too
Monday through Saturday will get you to the day of rest, Sunday bloody Sunday Son
Husky and skinny bones underneath your skin, fed by your blue blood, IQ below One
Monkeys ran the show, wrote the commandments, punished the offenders, died too.

I am apolitical, you are a Marxist-Leninist-Maoist and too fat to be hungry to be free
Of your masters & mistresses with uniforms & jack boots, waving their holy scat to be
Whether you sleep soundly at night & live in peace while awake in the daylight, or not
Us all & every other living thing, every atom of every cell will expire in extinction’s sea.

I’m no Einstein from the Void or even a Bozo from the circus, The Truth is false, I confess
Nothing but blinding light in tomes, scratched & painted upon inner walls of all darkness
Highballs drank until drunk, you got drunk at five & killed the soul & mind in a fine fellow
Dead & gone, not yet a miracle again defying nature, be alive to live, as above, so below.

Good and bad actors in the play on the stage but it’s not an infinite time, it’s almost over
Extinction of the species’ genome & return to the caves and boiling cosmic sea of acid
Party on the patio for you & I, no games to play, just conversation of philosophy & lovers
What do we think about when we think about Oneness, my God, my woman, we’re dead!

I got a line on the mystery presented as the silence of the lambs, be quiet about the Truth
Slaughter is not my destiny, silence of my logic & reason is not allowed, slide in the booth
Deduced the conclusions used to engage the loud-mouthed females with bad breath spit
Upon the innocent & wild life on E Street, crack down on the hard life, long 44 Years of s#it

Model fixed, cracked the monkey-mind between the hemispheres, split the personality too
Not acting like the same person alive in one body, more like two wills to power, red and blue
Punch in the face with those facts of life downloaded into your i-pod, dream about wizards
Whomever they may be, they’ll expire with death, without me, Nothing exists but buzzards.

Fun in the city and a struggle in the ghetto & on the farms & ranches to keep the herd fed
With corn-infused beef, dead meat of cattle raised to be eaten by the carnivores of Dead
Learned without question from birth to death, Life happens, we got lucky, granted grace
To be animated, breathing air, running on higher ground, digging in the dirt of God’s face.

Blood thirsty, drink until drunk and then wonder why there’s still a thirst, you’re a killer ape
Not a decision for the free will, killer apes kill, you’re one of them, let others kill for you too
Buy the dead stuff wrapped up in cellophane and Styrofoam in a store full, baked & canned
Agitators of Revolution, you’re moron dupes, Marx rollin’ over guffaws, F.U. you’re banned!

Timing is everything and I know I’m right because this unknown fact is now known wisdom
You’re oh so mortal, you’re gonna die, you won’t be punished or rewarded after The System
This spasm with the last gasp, you can’t look in the mirror postmortem, rest assured grim
So, stare in the mirror now, look deep into your eyes’ pupils for the empty, black pool, OM!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Mayday First, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Cocked the hammer for the hair trigger coverage, got me back my bullets while jammin’ to@NeilYoung#FourDeadInOhio different story than TODAY, VIETNAM THEN, WAH WAH WAH NOW… link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCS-g3HwXdc&t=81s }

#DropAPinOnAMap

JUST PRESS PLAY TO CLASH

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Dropped a pin on a map of your 50 states of being here and now, here’s all I got to show for it
Pings and pongs goin’ back & forth without any purpose other than going to be hit, to and fro
Within the parallel lines and rectangular spaces between the empty out of bounds bull’s s#it
Apes in trees’ houses, cave mountains, chopped up pick-up sticks & rocks formed into a blow.

Punks & full-fledged genii who watch the way the balls bounce and throw ‘em down in a hole
Inches and kilometers matter as much as the space between the atoms that move unmoved
Stone cold or pistol barrel hot, I know the ends and the fools tryin’ to get them in a contract
Made to be dissolved like the sugar in your water, still sweet yet invisible to the yet undead.

Pitbulls & Collies on either side of the spectrum, to watch and protect your spirit’s high heels
Spike up another inch or two so you look taller than sweet home Alabama red, Georgia peach
Now the Daisy Dukes get to my vision’s eyesight getting’ blinded by the Tequilla clear jiggers
Alright on the left, there’s fire in the hole, duck & cover, hit the dirt, yo’ arse is grass, buggers!

Burnt to freeze dry and a shattering of atoms into electrons, neutrons & mother’s proton Man
It’s a code of acid, another miracle of evolved mud, blood & beer from the ranch & farm sand
I know, we know what nobody Is, God’s wide open vacuum of elemental magic, a phart-ch
Gas sags the empty space, warps time into infinity from you mama’s womb, bullseye, #DART.

What’s your 20? Gimme your latitude, drop a pin on a map, need your longitude attitude too
Drunk all the tequila last night, all I got left is the JD Black, well at least ¾’s not watered down
Had to hide that slack from my girl, sisters, mothers, lady friends, wives, grandmas got it blue
Living and waiting for the prince or the pauper can be so time consuming, you know it’s true.

I shook and rattled the cage until the walls came tumbling down to the higher ground below it
Temptations to rest and recuperate while sunbathing in the blown atoms millions, tons of s#it
Pumping the beginning of it all to the bitter ends that nothing can recuperate, it’s coffin or fire
Buried below the down home pretty ones so the babies don’t know where the daddies are at.

Baked the cookies in that hot oven, it’ll all come out in nine months, babies get the bad penny
From the brothers and nephews of the bums and junkies who reproduced the roaring twenty
With the maniac 2020’s from one to nine, Man broke through scant atmospheric scat to Rome
Passed the germs out into the pristine and empty, all that’s #GetGone brought it down home.

Find me fiddling around and twiddling my fingers in a circular jerk, like no-count hillbilly scat
Produced by the children of clueless girls who feared the mighty abused children they reared
Babies got older, cranked up the engines with mighty home-grown to speed through the dead
Living from first cry’s shout until the final peep & airless spit comin’ with a holy corpse’s FAT!

Dream over in a flash, Underground or Above The Law of Fish and Game departments of gods
Who never showed the facts of life to the minions created from rock dirt & hydrogen hotrods
Mud kicked off my combat boots, pulled on my cowboy boots to fetch some homegrown tea
California coast or inland up to the foothills and in between the models of the deep blue sea.

Paid that bill twice and I need that refund to be applied to my future tab, it’s comin’ soon too
Dropped a dime on your sisters & brothers, some of your mother & fathers I now pooh-pooh
Wise knowledge and foolish followers of the Word, philosophy and science of pop culture Ids
Comin’ to Budda or Confucius or Christian splinter groups, leading to the End, over & out kids!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XXIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Inside the Outside looking through the plexiglass while jammin’ to @TobyKeith #RIP concert link @ https://youtu.be/EHi4qAN5zeg?si=LIgtvbpQveIzUkF3 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereTheCountryGirlsAt #CombatCowboyBoots #StickAPinInAMap

Sipping slowly, mahalo mothers
Up & down home pretty with the only things that matter, my seven daughters’ of mamasans
In a high recipe for the recreation of the wheel that rolls downhill until the end time of reruns
Runnin’ ‘round a whole life from beginning to end just because you need to know why it lies
All about the true meaning of living & making it to the top of the heap of gold & super flies.

Heavy or light-hearted means nothing once the spin stops, don’t Matter in Space, so I moved
As above, so it is below, nothing at all happens without having an effect except One Thing said
Somebody told me what was neo-funky about the vinyl & celluloid until I heard the cool teach
Smack dive bar in the middle of town, ya know Alabama Red, Tennessee Wild, Georgia Peach.

Makin’ a whole pie out of a 3.14, it can’t be all there is to the piece of pi I’m tryin’ to get gone
I need to move quickly on the 64 squares of the slippery slopes, epicenter of the empire’s loan
Gave a spark in the soul to animate 208 bones, out of the blue & black, dunce to genius minds
City crowd & country wide east to west, north to south, dried up land of rivers’ lakes & mines.

Stay with me until the last jump on the high dive board, gonna jackknife & crank a cannonball
All to show all girls how cool it is when I splash ‘em with my smackdown in the middle of that
They’ll wanna have my babies but I don’t know why, it’s a food stamp or welfare issue of Zen
Whether you like it or not, you’ll get moody and blue because you’ll miss me now and then.

There won’t be a return to the beginning, it is not the point of being alive, I see you hear me
Look at the squinting of eyes on the face & a smile or grimace either way, way of the frisbee
Thrown away from you on an angular tilt from the plane of parallel ground & blue sky aloft
It all makes no sense, it’s actually nonsense, yet survival remains the main function of Nott.

This Jack, a Jack Nott in the crowd of movers and shakers of the rabble of paupers who sleep
Awake in a dream yet in denial of the fact of life that the brief existence of Man is a woke joke
Laughing out loud or in a subtly vague tone to sneer at the suggestion of slapstick comedy folk
Humor’s the realization that Reality’s an absurdity without an equal, Life is indeed, but a joke.

Mass of the subatomic charm in the atom fulfills the divine, the all too humane of The Fable
You and I know nothing about it, someone has pretended to know, free or slave masonic tale
The Harbors between the red, white and blue seas are hostile & fortified by hard rock & stone
Stoned high as an arrow can fly without damage, bullets & cannonballs win it all, I’m so alone.

Lost Nothing when something appeared out of nowhere, I demand an explanation for the chit
In a kitty where everyone’s chit goes, it’s a country-girl, home-grown thang, hit me wit yer bit
Pitching the cheers for the alleviation of the fears about the unknown cause of extinction’s pie
Cut in equal portions of first four, then six & finally eight, all gone before the flowers up high.

Beans swallowed to line the belly with TNT my mama told me to watch out for, all a girl wants
It’s all that’s important, ask Adam, Moses, Martin L. King or Trump, smack me with débutantes 
All the primo beautiful representatives of the species at the party, dancing, drinking, in a mood to
Rockin’ the house wall to wall, ceiling to floor of the cellar, y’all stuck with the red wine brew.

I saw myself on the chrome before I took a scoot down-home lookin’ for all swingin’ blue jeans
Known what’s unknown was comin’ up the road, down or uptown wherever their 20 screens
Wisdom’s DNA swimming pool with infants & elders of millennia, all of ‘em down-home pretty
Recombination of flying objects in random directions, magnetized, unholy, divine power, me!

You got the shot in front of you, let your fist hand it to you, down the hatch, take it all home
It’s work but the play ain’t worth a lick unless you get the tax-free payoff, postmortem foam
You & your forefathers not to mention your descendant naked-ape relatives, all are The One
Same as it’s always been since the Big Bang, it’ll always be until stars call God, the only son.

Pitbull or junkyard bulldog ain’t a big thing to me, I guard my own with the S&W .357 load
Looked here and there for the 2nd amendment to the Constitution, everywhere on the map
Dropped a pin on the east and west, north and south, upper echelon echo of the third mode
Yesterday with the Daisy Dukes, tomorrow with the maternity jeans, all five kids got a slap.

Twenty-five years ago, I began & it’s ending’ just like this, love in a vacuum of dead radio air
Just a hiss, in one ear and out the other one, old school I’m never goin’ back to, I’m bein’ fair
Could have taken the retaliation of decades all gone, I’m sayin’ nothing, drop a pen on a map
Right there I’ll be, smack down in the middle of that pocket, drunk & offended, no pap slap.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 4-28-2024 AD  @ 111 PMPST

{ Blasted out the DRONE, while listenin’ to #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt?  On youTube #HitMeWithYerTwenty #DropAPinOnAMap link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?list=RDqBbTUw6dIpA }

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