#GoFishin' #Chesney #Kracker @DierksBentley @Samantha_Fish #Senorita @LosLonelyBoys

BEASTS OF MY BURDEN, DELUSIONS' DOZENS THRICE, WHAT THE DEUCE?

On the other hand, there's no fingers, no thumb yet a useful stub for pokin' holes in dreams

Consternation loves to eliminate even the hopeless hope, the hapless happy, drama seams

Split by the atom, until the Singularity atrophy begins it's annhilation into nameless deities

All they are is what we've wound up being, with or without their help, it's if you all please.

No thanks to anyone known or alive on Earth, breakin' bad with subatmospheric histrionics

Misery and the blunt trauma has nothing to do with the love and hate, the extinction saltlicks

Swiping at the females, the males through failure to launch the DNA, unhooked by seduction

Complete ignorance and the power to roam underground with the rats, roaches, COvid19 six.

Third party or not, if I'm not speaking to you and you're not receiving what I'm sending, relax

It's not going to get any better than it was the day before you were born, you're just a tiny cog

In the largest machine of a star that creates and sustains life, 93 million miles in perihelion

Corkscrewed over and over again, just a cork in the bottle, sealed with a kiss of Ireland hacks.

Burden of this all on my back, yours as well, although you can't feel  pressure yet, you will

Of course it's comin' when you least expect it, down a one lane road to a wake-up call, A Pill

Painless as dying can be, imagination of the living left behind on Earth calls it, pain in A dark

Thinking for everyone other than me, it's time to get my own cha cha cha down in the park.

Harming nobody from Harlem to the LSD up & down, Swim with the Fish, a Michigan twist

Perfect is not in the lexicon, it's all a knock-off of the original, it's lower value, not on my list

No room for daddy, the ex & the young I've sired run the track in reverse, I am in it to win it

My rules on the game are unpublished, modified on the fly, application in mythological chit.

Games begun and ended before the thing itself knew it, never a surprise, a constant Spanky

Our Gang of the invisible bigger fish that I'm gonna fry, breaded or bland small fry stank me

Cannot eat the putrid, it's spoiled and ready to kill your stomach up to your eyes in bull scat

Corked a wishing genie in the bottle and she cannot assist, all on my own, I am, where it's at.

Shoes and socks on my feet to enhance my pedicure, trimmed to avoid the nerve atrophy

Modern and ancient civilizations all have lived in the unknown ignorance of the blind faith

Trusting some written or spoken linguistic twist of the Void's vacuum, knowledge no power

Know it or not, shock will eliminate the pain & suffering associated with traumatic disorder.

Halt, one, two...no more walkin' at attention for miles and crawling through course obstacles

Meant to cause the fear to be present and annhilate itself, secret sauce provided with worm

Not too bright or dim, monkeys are beasts of burden just like men and burros, bees in swarm

On the path, middle way all the way, don't look back, it's way gone y'all, all whistles & bells.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Blovember XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ In vain, recreated the beast of burden to become extinct at my will, drafted while jammin' to @TheRollingStones #BeastOfBurden link @ https://youtu.be/-tRdBsnX4N4  & #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie @BrothersOsborne #TerrapinCareStationSessions link @ https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#LosLonelyBoys #Zappa #Aguilera God's All Too Humane in the Extinction of Genome #TrippingOnGodsInfiniteFEET #AintIRichEnough #NUGE @Ted_Nugent

HEY BABY, A.F.D.C. WON'T SAVE YOUR ASS, HO, HO, HO! {DRUNK FOR THE RECORD:  I never QAME in the back seat!}

On malaise of the planet, germs, viral, holy bacteria walked, got aid for the kids' cuckoo nests

As if any being in the universe couldn't grasp this situation going down, up, all around pests

Want to kill and eat you MOTHERS & FATHERS of a millionaire funk, drunk in a deep blue sea

Above and below this Space, this Time is going to be different when that's an impossibility.

No kids, no children, no offspring for the insane keepers of the grim, faithless groove of Eve

She left us all nothing at all except our naked skin and bones, thank God for that, eh?  Sheet!

To cover your bottom, your rear, your back streets where wise men fear to go for a reprieve

There's no justice that can be found in the mud, the blood and the stout brews of the ghosts.

Karma in my rubber-plastic soul, made in the USA by and for the people who survived all fun

Caused by the happiness felt by the good, bad and the ugly gods who left their dung of a son

To save the innocent & restless from inevitable doom, doom I say, there behind One, a sun

Freedom and indentured servitude are illusions of the atomic DNA, million liars survive, One.

ENDS, I have eaten them and spit them out of my mouth's lips, I give them back to you now

It's never for me to say anything about Word Predication, tantamount to fraud, let me bow

Yet, it's all I have from the first to the last blink I get to see the World, as it turns, spins "IT"

What I am, afterall's said, when I'm done, is the same zygote, split Adam, thanks a lot, EVE!

Frequent freaks concocted out of the thin air, breathed and coughed as if that's not the Space

Yet it's the only place to be, I'm the man to be, I didn't know it until it was too late, I lost Face

Embarrased by the idiots and morons I'm releated to by the RNA/DNA code evolved of Scum

Ooze, squeezed into the amorphous mountain of Beef Scat, animal & plant scat, heaven sent.

Great and infinitely tiny, a sound, a grunt of your mother causes  you to spurt from a holy hole

It's not much but all there is to go on, it's a secret with no content, empty zeroes and the ones

Two plus two and two times two yields the measure of divine millimeters of parsecs to be, 'I'

Ego is super but the ID flies above the fray, no predators can digest the empty air of the Lords.

Punk rock, hard rock, rollin' down from the mountian of basalt, crumbling back, being single

Doubled and tripled the bets, gonna be broke or rich, either way, still alive after the angel

Came and left the product of empty Nothingness, here on the ground with the natural eggs

Chickens, wolves & the plethora of winged and footed movers, rot DNA for insecticide legs.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. November XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Samedhi @ 711 AMPST

{ #TakeCover THERE IS #BloodOnTheHighway & we have #INCOMING, spun out of the dreamscaped dust while jammin' to some @DaveMatthewsBand LIVE CONCERT link @ https://youtu.be/wY3hwEVCong }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Et Tu Brute?

GODS DAM OF THE CARWASH SONGS!!

#LiveKillersDeadGods #HellBelowWereAllGonnaGo @Curtis_Mayfield @Paul_Harvey #GoodDAY @Taylor_Swifty @Popeyed #pIeCubed

I NEEDED WINGS YOU IDIOTS

Once you see the light, you can't forget and you search for the thing but it's all gone south

No lifting anything or anyone above the ground of being, rot away or turn to food shat

From above, so below, it all comes out in the end, fear nothing except your moms & pop

All you know and don't know is the same thing, absolutely zero atomic matter, Void top!

Bright sun, burning star, one of many, they all live and die in a darkness' matrix inbred fix

Came out of nowhere as just a wisp of wind, a whirl of swirl that beats songs into stardust

A memory forgotten and remembered ad infinitum, just because you think, ergo we all are

Men, women, all of us humane bodies of walking water, drops of ocean ooze stuck in muck.

Hours just spins of dirt in a locked box, three digit combinations and a skeleton key too

To keep the secret words mum, nobody can even say the sound in their mind, it'll kill you

Why overkill when you can just wake up from the dream, living & dying are the sentence

Disobedience of the authority's laws and rank/file order leads to terminal incontinence.

Accident, life, death, matter's innate pleasure and pain, it's images out of the darkness

All in black and white, red, green, yellow, ultralight & invisible photons of goodness

Broken metal chains but you can't change your foul ball underwear, God kills all gods

Middle class attacking the idiots and morons of invisible power, imaginetion hotrods.

War battles I win, do not poke the bear, I'm hungry and I'm in pain, I'm mad as hell

Propaganda and rumors to control the minds of the boys and girls, now ring the bell

Clamoring for the happiness when the pain & suffering dominate consciousness' time

Space a place to move and rest, ad infinitum, bleak alternative, no graves, no gravity.

Angels pretended to be in the outfield, they covered bases & watched homers go out

Over the walls in left, center and right fields, runs and hits are what my life's all about

That's the rub, you know it and you love it too, it will be a stealth stalker of stone rock

Fear of being alone in Space, no spirit to  keep company 'round the military Time clock.

Twitter paranoia introduced into the pure innocence of being alive, happy to be moved

Telling a million lies allows for a few hidden Truths to leak from the safe place grovved

As a long playing recording on LP vinyl or 1's & 0's on magnetic tape to counter rotate

Sounding notes in octaves never seen but always heard, unknown behind a side gate.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 18th, MMXXII Anno Domini #Vendredi @ 0600 hours

{ Murder incorporated into Earth's atmosphere before dawn, not dark, just nihilistical tripe! }

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W.W.A.R.D.?