Monday, September 10, 2018
AC/DC - Soul Stripper - #ShootinMeStraight @OsborneBrothers
W.W.A.R.D.? #ItsYourMove #PourItOnLikeAShotOfWhiskey #ShootMeStraight #TimeForHappyHourAndLastCall
#NobodyLovesMeLikeSheDoes #DontLetMeDownEasy #LoveThatLastsForever
HANDS-UP, SYMPHONIC KILL-SHOT
Enforcement of the Law is a critical cog in the machine, Order is a man’s holy grail, ten-four
In the lobby or in the attic or basement, the penthouse or the cellar’s underground tide score
Everything is everything, a symphony, you know it, I know it knows, you do too, a victim law
That everybody knows everything that there is to know, no surprises before the gaping jaw.
In this space of Time, in this Tide so to speak in the old English tongue, woe be tide you curse
From the nun’s thirst to maintain order and obedience, the idle threat actually was a magical
Not an idle threat at all but a full-fledged #Spell of word conjunction which causes it’s effects
Now, I’ve got your attention ‘cause you’ve become defensive of your lock on an existence deal.
So, woe be tide back, if y’all hear me, ‘Charity’ & ‘Blessed Virgins’, Creator-God’s holy womb
They were all very nice, holy women who reinforced my mom’s pop’s interdisciplinary morals
First, Oneness and then ad infinitum with the Golden Rule, Ethics, all imperative allegoricals
Orphans spoke Latin at the altar of God’s ad infinitum sacrifice, old school gloom & doom.
Got a motor on your boat so use it to get across the water when it’s slick as glass, a plan son
In no time as all, you will know like only the dead and a few ‘other’ than dead, I am your own
Pinked out on this here and that there, in the name your father and an unwed mother, my ma
Father was a priest who forgot about the fornication celibacy, sister was my mother’s mother.
Yes, grandma was a sister of the blessed virgins yet she was not, and she became head sister
Provocative hair-brains comin’ out of the woodwork like roaches, a day before being hyper
When peace and love were the symbols of the day and death is final, no god ever made man
End of life’s a gas, 208 dead bones playin’ concerto on the 88’s, significantly, ‘all too human.’
by
r j j stephan, i { from Symphony #3, Opus 55 thru Violin Concerto in D major, Opus 61 }
c. September 10, 2018 Monday @ 7:11 AM PST
{ whipped up while listenin’ to @LudwigVonBeethoven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/W-fFHeTX70Q }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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