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Saturday, March 05, 2022

#Beats #Bonks #BumsOnHwy160 @AliciaKeyes cryin' #AintButOneWayOut #CantGoOutTheDoor #Sorry #HappilyMarriedMan #MightBeYoManIJustDontKnow @STYX

 
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EXTINCT PEOPLE ATE COLD CORNPONE & DRANK CUERVO GOLD

Don't shoot the messenger man, I began this dream, you know the one I mean?  You.
Meaning not me, you in the singular and plural sense, no nonsense, a sixth sense screw
As in the species' extinction or survival of the fittest, you got an advantage here & now
None of the dead and neither the aborted or born unborn faetuses are alive, yet I am.

Remember this my girls who came from the other men's loins, disguised as The Father
Hades just the same as the heavens above and below this ground of being, I Am A One
Neither of us will ever see the light of the revolutionary days in 3000 AD, so have fun
No choice other than all too human nulliparous function of the calculus, son, oh son!

Daughters care about the boys goin' off to war without getting the seeds of destiny
Embryonic or not, Earth's planetary orbit about the white dwarf or whatever Sun Is
Sonny boys and good, little girls goin' to L.A. or the NYC, forever same as never ever
Meaning of the Word, historical records of philosophies of wise women's sons' glee.

They thought that living meant nothing if you did not know why you screw the dates
That is the thing, without you, without me, there's nothing, no men or women mates
Guilty pleasure all inside of your skull, firing off the neurotic neurons, a spinnin' wheel
But one last thing, last gulp of the trip down the hatch, this trip was a grave old deal.

Disfunction of the heartbeat, it stops pumpin' the iron out of blocked ventricular dust
Ghost's recollection fade into deep space where At Rest is blind faith's departed rust
Big sister made me get on this one side and not on the other side, where UFO's park it
Changing the water into wine, it's better to drink and get high as cumulus cloud phqit.

Fussing with all of the microcosms on the edge of the twilight zone, you can't forget It
Fact is, you and I both know for certain that all of the dead folks you've seen are gone
James or Richard, fame & the fortune of the Word, the sound of the name, it's the chit
Of the queens who found the kings to punch the egg full of a mighty Word, cornpone.

Too fast to live and not young enough to die, you gotta be born out of the Void's first
Abort worm species' chance of survival until the Big Bang repeats as a collapsing dicks
Holy and black, deeper than the sea we know here and now, gargantuan bone hearse
Everyone & everything is at One or it's broken up into a Tequila hangover, A-bomb fix.

Lady luck has nothing to do with the myth that we're here, lucky to be the pillow fluff
Dreamin' something to do with being sentenced to hard time, here you are without fur
Love and the lack of it is all it's about, beautiful or ugly, inside you want the same stuff
What it is?  Feeling the care for another, the selflessness of being in love with another.

Or the loss of it all, last breath to breathe in & out, no more starshine, old news fakes
Gasp!  Caput.  Now then, beauty in the devil's disguise gettin' me burned at the stakes
Good day in shared Hades southbound lanes, Witch's Warlocks & me in a Fast Lane ID
Paid tolls, shots down in aborted flames, carcasses' souls' silver dollars & a #19 CoVid.

Gods' underground, above & below it, neither in nor of nor about it, a backstage pass
Yo' self is all there is, see you tomorrow but never again yesterday, it is all gone y'alls
My mistaken sight & sound present & moving until I can't be moved on, I am the last
Birth, Death, Infinity, it's a subway or a beltway or a skyway, home sweet home calls.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, March the Fifth, Twenty-Twenty-Two Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{  Fresh @AllmanBrothers inkblot merge with the Unknown listenin' to #SweetMelissa & #HITS of the gypsies link @ https://youtu.be/veBhBMfKOhc & #HappilyMarriedMan by @DuaneAllmanAnthologyVolII }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, March 04, 2022

#EyeDontGottaGoFeedTheCat #FidgityMidgets #WoodenChairRockin #JailHouseRock

69 RED LIGHTS FOR A HOMER STUD, A HILLBILLY DELUXE #WTFIITY
Whenever the dawn brings the enlightenment of the ignorance, it's alright to be cock-blocked
It ain't my fault the others didn't have an intelligencia mother & father who knew, son oh son
The Truth of the centuries before their birth was all logged in to the bibliotheque, folks rocked
World from baby bottles & potty training false flags is the way it is, logic's reason for treason.

Into the immaterial fog of war & material fantasy of the imagination, I go for a century or less
Nobody knows & most don't care to know that life for every living thing is transitory, confess
Black & White Russians punch drunk one after another, expresso shots & Vodka, Roll me One
In the flower beds of stone dead in the garden of Eden, apple tree's byte logos, fake Wisdom.

Freedom or not, an illusion or reality, don't shoot the messenger, must have eyes' wide slant
Psychobabble or clear & conclusive without a shadow of doubt, either way, you're gonna sin
Divine definition of disobedience to commands of the boss, the ruler, the captain, my captain
Format for the refutation of the maniacal is, looking into the mirror in the dark, I just can't!

Scared to be in the dark, alone with out my teddy bear that's not alive yet gets privilege, milk
No hind teats for the first to come and the first to be served, under a spell to be carbonic silk
Apes in mummified form turned to the planet's cosmic dust, as above so below, same ol' song
It goes a little somethin' like this... I got the dough some young guns to smoke/hit God's bong.

Cats with cool, blown horns' infinitesimal holes, full of bones & skin, strung-out on deadwood
Superior power fading away a favorite son's molecular structure of DNA, extinction's all good
Broken down to the absolute lowest denominator, point is .969333 Russian/USSR vodka high
All you can do is think about it CATS, Time's point in Space is moot, so get drunk, stomp & fly!

Polish off the oxidation from the surface and the platinum reflection of light would blind us
We'll never know what happens after we die, just like those who've already lived as a 7th son
Left over some confirmation before the depravation but that wasn't enough, t'was a big fuss
Argued over spilt milk, blood rashes on asphalt, BBQ'd pigs with hotdogs, all @69, it is done!

by
r j j  stephan, i  #WTFIITY
c.  Vendredi, March Fourth, XXMMII @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted gettin' full of #Columbian & #CuervoGold & listenin' to @SteelyDan #Gaucho on link @ https://youtu.be/cvg5mbM6FGs  & @Mary_Wells loop #MyGuy link @ https://youtu.be/QZSPtEv6R7g & @Kid_Rock #AlaPhqnBama  @ https://youtu.be/Lib5Tk_giW4 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, March 03, 2022

#CeLive #ThatsLife #DealWithIt #ItAintMyFault #PowerTowerOsborneBroAppropo #OldBlueEyes

AMIGAS OF 3-3-2022, MAMA MIA ON A FLIGHT IN AN ORCHID NUTSHELL
Here's the end justifying the means, no matter and no energy withheld from the nuclei's ilk
I shall go from nowhere to somewhere in no time flat, as above it is, so below it will always be
Ape systems are go, from cause to the effect ad infinitum, it's a dream within a dream's blink
My Sicilian grandmother always advised me of the fact that "Monkeys see & monkeys do!" EH.

Punk that I was evolved from was the product of the #OvertonWindow, I'm in a holy row boat
Inside of the mind, within the cranial contents of our noggins, there's a revolt to live or to die
One more than the two left over from the final world's war on Earth, the planet's coup d'egrat
Up and down from the island and the empty paradise, nothing's left, One is caput, a dirty rat!

What I am's what I've always been whether known or not, atomic disintegration, a Braille sign
No proof for the morons and idiots who turn into sledge hammers & screws of a fake red line
Mirror the appearance's reflection in a swan's song on swan's lake, microbial stars of the suns
Sensation from toes and feet on the ground up tot he top of the hardened heads of my sons.

Better than a presence of existence is Eternity beyond sensation of full bodies and holy minds
Thoughts on the subjects & objects we predicate and deduce from inductive, psychotic pines
Whoa is me and you, happy to be here for a fraction of a mixed number, decimal of a holy fall
Spirits that roll with or without our awareness' permission have deposited The Ends, that's all!

Winking and nodding at the consciousness of wisdom, I can't believe the Truth, I swallow a lie
That I'll live after my body dies is the Lie I believe, maybe you all do too, maybe you ain't high
That you'd have to be to believe that buried or burned bones, grounded or sunk, volcano lava
They ain't me, this body ain't me, I ain't gonna admit it but God's dead & gone, DADDY, Mama!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, March IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @FrankSinatra #ThatsLife on youTube link @   #ItsComplicatedWarrior #BrainFog #Tastelessness #StompinOnADream #ThatsLife @FrankSinatra https://youtu.be/TnlPtaPxXfc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?