Happy Birthday Twins' Stephan - baby sister & brother 2 for 2! @SANTANA December 17th, 1959 D I G

NOBODY’ LEFT, DEVOID OF JACKS & BALLS IN THE VOID

Take my word for it although it’s just a sound signifying the nylon stocking of leg

You heard everything that’s been said, read all that’s been written on a subject

Object to nothing but the truth, so help you, your people and your God, one too

Many come and are way gone before even before they arrive at the gate, a rule.

To run & be a winner or run and be the loser, an on-the-run one in a human race

Evolved or devolved from the Big Bang or neutron inside of a Hydro-electro face

Any way you looked at the whole shebang, it was a hodgepodge of sour grapes

Black, red, brown or yellow just the ashes of the burned out stage for high apes.

This too will pass from right here and now to back over there and then, it’s over

All of the light from the sun and the Edison bulbs and neon/freon tubes, mother

What I nearly blurted out loud was ‘Father!’, I’m all politically incorrect, I meant

Such a fan of bein’ an idiot & a moron, feigning ignorance while in genius’ tent.

As fine as the day and night gets to allow my presence to be known, it’s all I get

Once, twice or thrice… it’s a matter of mother’s Time & father’s Space, God debt

Paid off in full right at the last tick of the clock, a terrific and terrifying dilemma

That you are damned if you do or you don’t, it’s a narrow way to go, straight up.

Innocence shamed into admitting guilt for nothing but light & vibrating plasma

Electrons as the substratum of wavelengths and frequencies from infrared to pi

It’s far out man, I am not exaggerating a bit, remember before your conceptions

Reincarnated, pretenders who have usurped the innocent from E Street’s signs.

Hosted in absentia, all your thoughts and resulting feelings about this and that

She used to say I was hers & no one else’s and then one day it all changed shat

Bit parts in films and gigs doin’ random stand-up trouble getting’ dicks to laugh

Or I might consider reducing my volume of cabalistic metaphors, I am #RiffRaff.

Did you miscalculate your ability to deceive our clear minds with logic’s reason?

Well, from the alternate universe into this matrix in front of your eyes, my son

Good, bad and ugly that a man will transform his inner self, creating chaos’s OM

Sound of that, it feels like laughter of all inferior ones, odds on 12-1 & I’m done.

Withered away with the fallen leaves, branches still standing as a soul of a Stith

Marked the shadow with tattoos and scars received during quantum after birth

In a holding pattern, the Jetsons superfly signs give way to Flintstones & Rubble

Yes, we can but several people cancel the first day of class, they drop dead G.

Being gorgeous is easy when it’s in your genes, if not, there’s Maybelline’s stach

Eyes, ears, lips, nose & nails, tailored to defend on offense, backfield’s in motion

Bent the light from infrared to ultraviolet, a beam of light took a nanosecond in

For Ends there are the origins, neither see one another in the scheme panache.

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r j j  Stephan, i

c.  Freezember XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

{ Kranked out while jammin’ to @Santana #LIVE @HersheyPA 2022 link @ https://youtu.be/B-jtOoMhMAA }

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BLACK MAGIC WOMAN - SHREDS

#IdiotFoolsThieves & MOI #ComplimentC3 #REALIZATION @ACDC #SoulInClass #check #Borg #Sigh

HOY 

    HOVERING ABOVE & BELOW A SKELETON’S KEY

When you animate the dead rocks lying next to the muddy water river

Your mind is a tool for the gravitational collapse in store for your quiver

Arrow and bow without a target is useless, you got to shoot, no twitching

On target, a bull’s eye which hurts them more than it does me, no missing.

Gain of your functions of the calculus, of men and mice, gods and devils

Every form’s shape of all things themselves, replication of gold in the hills

Figures scratched in dirt, on sand, chipped rock slate, written on the wall

Just so you know the truth, the lie and why dialogue happens in a squall.

Broken promises and the 208 bones that animate until the soul cops out

As if you can’t be immortal, pain and suffering on Earth & then, I doubt

You’ll disagree, maybe you’re kitty & the pot can’t be won, no maverick

Poppin’ caps and corn seem to be all you can do, death makes me sick!

But nothing is up to me or you, no life form comes from Nothing you see

All forms of cytoplasm reproduction began on Earth when They landed

Who are ‘they’? What was ‘it’? Who are we now? A Ghost’s Christmas

Born on Earth to die and go to Cielo above, heaven as it is, All that I was!

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r j j Stephan, i

c. Freezember XVI, MMXXII Anno Domini, Vendredi @ 1010 AMPST

{ Ripped out the fabric of plasma I found underground with a #Gold doubloon, while jammin’ to #NothingEvenMatters by @LaurenHill link @ https://youtu.be/zASJBw0R0gM }

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#YoungThug #TickTock #HickoryDickeryDock #MerryXMas #Philadelpha vs. #NewYork @MontyPython #TaiChiMaster

ARK AS ONE THING, THE END NEVER COMES, THERE IS A PLETHORA INSIDE A VOID

Comin’ out of nowhere at all, between the dirt & air of Space, comes another god as if there was one

Bums & junkies used to go to your public and private schools somewhere on one of seven continents
Pork and bean, pig and underground seeds of your mother Earth, diamonds and dust for the heathens
Who live where they shat during every era of civilization, leftover the pottery fragments’ word ends.

Written inside of dark caves, on the walls when the campfire burned the oxygen, killed by CO2’s igloo
Frozen to death or perished at the original birth of the 208 bones formed into a tight package of glue
Made of DNA acid in millions of bytes, as if we were computers evolved out of a Grinch’s psycho Id
Boys and their idiot girlfriends, or women and their moron boyfriends, have evolved into the Ends bid.

How you doin’ in the darkness at the center of the miserable alleys full of the garbage refused by rats
I’m exaggerating more than a normal disseminator of pitch-black darkness’ emptynested aristocrats
Hooker wants you to sleep until you wake up with an empty wallet, plastic & paper emptied the dive
I was drunk on tequila, and it wasn’t my fault, a girl slipped me a #Mickee & I let evil turn me live.

Wonderbread for the covenant, arc roamed a very windy city back in olden days of playin’ it all loose
Never to work until the paper route engulfed a two-wheel Schwinn in a bag with a cosign, #AlienHash
Hit by a car in an alley, woah comin’ before & after all too human chafe of organic RNA/DNA trash
The id part of the idiot leaves only part of an iota, mind is an iota of floating fuzz sinking in booze.

Poor nor rich, neither alive nor dead, it’s a harbinger above the head, below the dead, air is a constant
Without the breath, without the breathing, it’s curtains, closin’ on the finale of the stage’s play of ants
Meaning that nothing sees anything alive when you’re 8 miles high above god’s glory liberty sin-sin
Conked out but not knocked out, still rollin’ with punches, doin’ the necessary & sufficient conditions.

Maybe you’ve been sleepin’ at the #HotelCalifornia again, so hard to awaken next to the ocean beach
Malibu movements up to Mendocino, I am the only one, the invisible NFT, you know what that means
To the many, I am the one, jealous to know me, wanting the game to end with their win, so I lose it all
Long drive, 300 yards, body of 208 boned-rocks Earth’ll swallow IT all, Life is a holy gold golf bawl.

Macho much too much, much too much, you will arrive as a slave and be freed from bondage at death
No way you’ll get away with murder even if you’re a saint, son of a female or male dog, take a breath
Bums and junkies fighting for a space on the ground in between the alleys, on a thoroughfare of trees
Funk that wags a scent of dead & rotten god’s children, slept on frozen ground, I’m homeless, I freeze.

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rjjstephan, I
c.  Freezember XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ An @ArkOfTheCovenant #hitjam #hijab out @Halfmoon sky this AM while jammin’ to a modicum of #VanillaFudge @ https://youtu.be/iVI4z4dQXlc }

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VANILLA FUDGE IN VALHALLA

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