#WADING in #H2O #FamilyJewels #ACDC #Saved @PabloPicasso #WOMAN & #GirlInACountrySong @MaddieAndTae @BlakeShelton #BoysRoundHere @MavisStaples #WadeInTheWater #TroubleH2O

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PABLO PICASSO

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FRIED CHICKEN EGG + PIGSKIN FATTY PO’ BOY
Full house of aces and kings keeping the queens and jacks at bay, hackin’ a full boat gun
Et al that they have is all that there may be in the end, where brave women fear to ever go
In and out or both at the same time in a universal way, hub with spokes, man, it’s all One
Buried the Truth so deep that it cannot be ascertained by the simple minded evolved sons.

Beating you into a mix of chocolate covered Oreo cookies, 2% milk melts sugar ala hot lips
Breaking you into East Atlanta or West L.A., just around the corner from moody hooker hips
Could have been New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Mason City (not really MC), Moscow, Paris
Adding up a holy shebang, it appears to be a nightmarish dream of fools who can’t see this.

Clouded by the unknown, putting the backsides out in front of the torch, all men carry, too
Up and down, in and out, it’s the only way to keep the germs providing fodder for the blues
Free to spin the tops & yank the yoyos up and down the string, tricky as rock around a Bose
Nothing letting you be until you accept the thing itself, form an matter of the thing, Those.

Cutting you off of the team, warmed the bench with your faded purple shorts, can’t lay up
Jump shots all faded away from the rim, didn’t hit the net on the inside, missing in action
Hidden dreams inaccessible to the common human, boy or girl matured to man & wife
WTH is going too far, going all the way, in no sounds or sights until the infant cries for life.

No abortion, no adoption, no quitting for the all too human, gotta keep it up, go, go, go
We’re all going to the place that always makes us all, #GoGo, yeah you got that, cop blow
Hurry while it’s still hot like the lips you’ve kissed in the past when they be lookin’ good
Goddesses dressed to kill, for me & my entourage of One, we do what we do, in the mood.

Pretend or not, it’s all good, everything is real until it becomes the unreal, One, Two & …
It gets better once you discover that nobody made you but your mama & papa, not God
Souls ain’t rubber or in a salad, searched for and found nowhere, you angry with me too?
I can’t see why, we’re all gonna die & it won’t matter then, ergo, check your ‘tude, my fan.

Freaks just the mutated DNA that was intended to accidentally produce divine amnesia
Forgetting about the Big Bang & the Void that’s free of being, slaves or masters, in fuscia
It’s a turquoise deal, a purple majesty magenta cape and cowl, Batman’s Robin all funky
Just as above, so it is below, all our gods of our grandfathers and grandmothers got drunk.

If there’s anything alive outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, what we don’t know, will eat us
Not literally like a meal, breakfast, dinner or supper but in dissolution of the organic matter
It’s a happening that comes to living things originating from mitosis of mitochondrial events
My children I’ve never referred to them as such, my boys trippin’ as if on petty officer sense.

Between high rocks and low places where only sand keeps you from seeing an empty dot
Shallow emotional attachment to things] that appears when you’re wide awake, I’m a robot
Moving animated from the ingested dead plants and meat of anima, I’ll slam the open-door
Remember when you drank my Spinada & Ripple wine, we went to Chinatown in the SKOR.

I just gave it up for freedom, I knew the world was a ghetto although nobody let me in on sin
Had to run across Truth on a bus going to accordion lessons on Chicago avenue & Damen
Part of the whole shebang is enough to choke a horse, you feel as if it’s not enough to bust
Yet if you know anything about the Way, it’s narrow and difficult to tread upon, yet you must.

It gets tricky in a while, adolescence to adult, where y’all get phuq-up jitters to annihilate
Your relative, your neighbor, fellow citizen strangers & a plethora of unknown particulate
Headed for the center or the corner and either way, there’s nowhere else to relocate chit
An astro or fabulous Jetson-type of @ElonMusk making Time & Space’s holy epileptic fit.

Jump up now, don’t get on down the line, gotta score up in a bucket, it’s a swisheroo too
Created to be dissolved in a Singularity, sand, rocks, H2O & the magic sauce, word’s up
Spells makin’ a mixed bag, cornucopia of causes with specific effects, happy girls’ falls
Without the alpha female, there’s neither alpha male nor omega male, just extinct balls.

Prominent promenade displayed for the minions, believers and deniers alike to jump up
One last gasp, a final riff of the wind comin’ in your face, down to the iron-dome lung cup
Trippin’ to press the kill switch, it’s the triggered imagination to be the last cause of Gods
All about the beginning Alpha ghost of fog, to the bangin’ orgasm more phuqin hotrods.

You got something to say? My discipline of your behavior is somehow being mustered
By powers that be way above my pay grade, I do it all, necessary or else I’m stone dead
Fear has no reality within my brain’s mind, avoidance of death the only One, necessary
Sufficient to have that respect for the power, it’s all about orgasms’ DNA & a tooth fairy.

Hence, bury your bony knees at the wounded & stone cold dead, Made humane history
All love’s holy puddles & ditches of Salem witches, fill & dry up in concert, twist & wobble
Reruns of the same old thing, you and every replica of Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel ad infinitum
Singing this song, it rhymes sometimes, backbeat & rhythm goin’ down, add it up my son.

Buns in the oven, baked until golden brown, on the windowsill to cool for the boys’ swipe
They steal ‘em before I get back in 10 minutes, like they wait for the scent, then attack ape
Like monkeys in the jungle, they jump for the scent, the whiff of the dough and sugar icing
Meant to be, talk in one ear & out the other, flashback LSD, God’s asleep, jump, love, sing.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Rocktober II, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 2359 hours PST
{ Drafted #OutTheDoor jumpin’ @PointerSisters #JUMP in a loop

 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uyTVyCp7xrw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

l.a. woman

#WTH is my @MonaLisa? #LaPlaca? PRONTO! Sonny, Cher & @KORNconcert #AllJackedUp @GretchenWilson @CarlosSantana

EXACTLY AT THE STRIKE OF ONE O’CLOCK

Now & then you transfix the thing that’s broke or misguided onto reprogrammable RNA

Creating something that never existed in that specific form ‘fore that moment’s lapse

Prima Face which should frighten even the most hostile alien from any other spatial pit

Between burning and imploding stuff within solar systems’ galaxies parsecs far away.

Trash is either odiferous or in the process of being disintegrated into thin air below us

As above it’s all around like the starlit sunlight and effulgence of charity and blind faith

Put yourself in her place, in his place, in our places, raise a hand if you’re a ghost fate

Parking parallel or diagonally on all levels from sub-basement to one most hip Cait.

Optimistic pessimist wandering Earth, coast to coast, border to border, until finale fun

It will come whether you pay attention or not, if you’re alive you’re gonna die, gotta sail

From port to port, sailing away with the wind at our backs, water dried up, let’s all bail

Only a few moments allowed without knowing the gatekeeper, there’s jobs to be done.

God of old man Spinoza is invisible powers that be, man in one thing, fear an unknown

 All alive will die in bed or just nodding off while sitting in an easy chair with a jive arse

Struck 1 O’clock every ½ spin of the planet, strikes 1 twice in 24 hours of all minutes

Hair split, someone can’t be quiet to listen to the words, integrate the minds blown.

Nihilistic habits of the people who believe the faith of Jesus Christ & other heathens

Buddha would have loved and treasured your presence and innocence of ignorance

He died, his body disintegrated but could have been masticated and defecated food

There is a little trouble everywhere and if you can see it, it will come your way, fool.

Playin’ the blues on the Stratocaster or the Fender, the jacks keep up the loud notes

Carrying the tune from toe-tappin’ to head-bobbin’ and all around the roses & boats

Checkin’ the bums and junkies that we made from scratchin’ their mothers’ behinds

Then if and only if you recollect the memory that slipped out our God amiable minds.

High ground balls cause unforced errors in the field, the mind works a bit like a slave

Paid nothing but a place to lay your head to sleep without bein’ mugged by old Dave

Love moves it all, doin’ unto others who are believin’ the same about tomorrow’s hit

I knew I would know it when I saw it, I wanted & needed it, now I got it, it’s The S#it!

I could prick you in your pin cushion, I won’t because I’m no pricker & neither are you

High or low, above & below simultaneously as your mother & father played the blues

Bonfire and a ice cream frosty are the things I came for, this ain’t right for the fools

A falling down inside of a maelstrom and at the end of the day, I win all gun duels.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, IX-XXIX-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @CarlosSantana #DoYouRememberMe in #LupeLoopLink on youTube @ https://youtu.be/WvA9d6n7Jzg?si=SJeC5j8yDaAYqhkV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ExitStageRight #FinaleWithoutEncores @TheWho #Genius nope @StevieRayVaughan #SkiesCry

ON BROADWAY, IT’S IN FOCUS

Like a real thin thing which is included in the empty set are all the zeros and ones

A rhythmic octave of notes of imaginary scales from A to G on Time & Space clones

Pine and Evergreen makin’ the oxygen from the lack of carbon dioxide ad infinitum

If we’re lucky, which we’ve been since born & raised free without slavery’s scrum.

Perennial actions, origin to annihilation of every atom of matter, a matter of Time

No space is free from implosion into the singularity, above is as below is, all mine

Gold and the lead it’s transformed from through fire and brimstone, shoot & miss it

Shots and passes, points to win and some to lose, in every case, it’s all bull’s scat.

Makin’ money lettin’ people watch you throw a ball in a hole, ten feet high, above net

Where every single shot of one, two or three points make the loser pay the other debt

Number one draft choice to make up for your missing passes and shots, never all hot

As you thought you’d be in the middle of your line, from the tip to the buzzer’s slot.

In touch, out of the touches from fingers and toes, ends of arms and legs on a plate

Lump of flesh & bone with a free will that becomes a follower who’s willing to be bait

For fish in the sea that are so hungry to believe the blind that they fall naïve prey lost

Minutes, decades to a century, if you’ve got the gumption or the intestinal, shat frost.

Not dancing to the whacked-out beats, let me check what’s in the jukebox for now

Cracked skulls and incurable diseases of the body & mind, psycho look out below

We won’t get better without medication & radiation; you can be sons of a Bi#ches

It ain’t your fault you were conceived in sin, maternal eggs all married to Butches.

Fish swimmin’ with the illegal migrants across the Rio Grande and the pretend sea blue

In a manner of double speaking, hillbilly apologies come & go in a New York minute too

Like it or not, it’s all but out of our hands, you’ve got the thing itself as the gas in the brew

Once the flick of the switch has been toggled to ON, the OFF makes it into cosmic stew.

I’ll keep it up even when the rain is pouring out of the grey-black sky, white cumulus cloud

Only one huge bulk of H2O in vapor formation, lined up to fall with gravity’s pull of the load

Wetting the dry ground and soaking the wind within the mud, the blood & spilled beer kegs

No recollection of red Comanche blood in my great grandmothers or embedded sexy legs.

Out hunting, out fishing, out being a lazy head of teepee without welfare’s food stamps

Just enough for that fruit of the vine that never allows anyone to ever be clean and sober

Reason of the deductions is to assist in the adaption to the changing nooks & crannies

Appearing out of nowhere or created by the unseen, unknown out of the Void’s sun lamps.

Literally have created a purple Maserati out of nothing more than rock metal tics & tacks

Bonding with the separate but equally merged within the occult unknown, whitey blacks

On the flip B-side, it’s the same holy #HIT played on the Marconi’s Top 40 morphing #1’s

Prepared to be ready to move out or fall on a sword for the hero who really loved the puns.

Thirty to sixty minutes lead to the end of the livers livelihoods all removed and deleted too

No kidding around, you’re a joke or you’re too ignorant to have survived the herd’s blues

Walkin’ slow down the avenue of my old neighborhood, don’t know why I feel this good, so

My karma has been paid back in full, I'm done paying for my original sin & yours too fool.

Perfection has devolved into the asteroid belt and nothing can stop the orbital interjection

Diamonds spread out all over Mercury because the mighty star has compacted God's skin

Microscopic Time & Space look deep into gods blinded by the UV & infrared light's souls

On the slide, under the microscope the invisible sees right through the opaque, void holes.

Desire and need to be happy are the carrots hangin' out ahead of the jackass's donkey ears

Hair shaved to the skin line toe to crown, the corpse decomposing has eliminating all fears

Easy to animate the dead and gone, in a play on a stage, words & actions' energy matters

You loved life, loved to be happy but sadness couldn't get aborted over southern borders.

Beyond good, evil & the formulated calculations proving that the unprovable has no proof

Leftovers of subjects and the naked, superlative predicates keep it real, Time out for a goof

It's too late to order a pizza, made one in 25 minutes, ate the whole pie in about twenty five

Weaponized day dream came true, conflagration of WW 3 annihilated the fission/fusion jive.

Semper Fidelis whether it's the right thing to do or not, there's no choice in the matter a all

It's already set in stone, writing in tongues or whichever gibberish the minions agree to call

Upon the wicked magic spells that could make you happy or very sad, it depends on the imp

Glory be to the father and the son of the father as well as the actual ghost, on the block pimp.

At the beep or the vibration on Mach 3, the X-15 went through the black hole door, a breach

Network annihilated to show that everything on Earth is vulnerable to gravity & a free speech

You need it, we all do and nobody who wants to remain healthy and alive will ever go rogue

Dissolution's solution, way gone, far out rogue, a money maker ink on a slab at a morgue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, IX-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Co-created from cosmic dust while freefalling, jammin' to @TomPetty #HITS on youTube link @

https://youtu.be/-H-9ZACQSc8?si=AbiTE_rlVkm5TyBa }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?