#BishopBullwinkle #AbsurdityRulesTheRoost #HonkyTonksRock #NowJustRobTilYouDie #MoralityExtinctionDNAGene #BonnieRaitt #BruceSpringsteen #TheRollingStones #pFhuqnA @JakeOwens @ElvinBishop @LittleFeat @LynyrdSkynyrd

UTTER NONSENSE YET FULL OF THE STATE OF BEING, STONED RO'

Who the hell or under the heavens above or below us all gave y'all the rights to round the bend amused

Your forefathers who fought as babies in wars to kill the bad guys, all of us were the Good on the loose

Good and ugly as the Americans, Europeans, Asians, Africans, Canadiens, S.Americans, a friend's fad

We waited for decades and centuries, no millennia for The Dream to either end or become so GD sad.

I didn't plan the broken heads and severed love hearts and souls that we burned and buried down

Way down low, where the angels always feared to go running when they smelled our essence blown

In the gums, rotting your choppers into oblivion just because you wanted to eat the sweetest #eats

Not the sour or spoiled goods of your coolest friends and enemies on Earth, nobody to fear the beats.

On my radio or my web directly from the digital goddesses amongst us, we know they rule the roosts

In my blood for the time nobody can ever wait for, #FlippinTheSwitch from the on to the off boosts

Electrical burns from the sun's random rays all over the Void in and out of the dead meat and corpses

Not their fault that they can't handle the Truth, they got nowhere to go and they're afraid to flip stiffs.

But I know you care more than you'll admit, shake your heads, clap your hands because they all sing

It's all happened under the Bridges of Babylon, where the Romans and Greeks feared Brits & the Celts

Before the comfortable socks and boots, they marched on their tarsals forever, died sick or soul battling

You and I couldn't get what we wanted because they told us our Ma & Pa Tumbled the Dice, ouch belts.

Here and now, we the people who read and understand the meaning of the Word, the group of words

Meaning gives you all you want and need from the first breath of consciousness to the final end, birds

All that flies will be dead & buried like it or not, it ain't my fault, sing it loud, red meat inside, we try

Cultural enculturation works on all infants who don't fade away from the moronic idiocy of god's lie.

Here's your take-away, your take-out from me to you, don't care if you like it or not, here's 151 rum

Shots down the hatch, scramble your ethics and morality and confuse being a nice God with my mum

Where I come from deep down in the holy hole where the thing itself goes on, middle of darkness, I am

Then and here we go, nothing to see here in the darkness, the blinding light gets you nauseous Hotdam!

You came for the tidbits that byte you in the behind, now you're gonna get what you came for, my sugar

Sweet like it is when you first lick the thing itself with your red tongue, knowing it got what you needed

Honey baked into the flesh of dead pigs and just because they were alive don't mean they're chitz-fame

Yet, they will be just like the dogs and cats, bulls and cows, chickens, roosters, fish and the royal game.

I could go on and on for the rest of eternity but I think I'll give the rest of the souls a chance to get by

With a wing and a prayer from the horns, twanging steel strings, bangin' animal skins with bone sticks

Paying the mothers and fathers to be the child bearers from conception through deception's parlor tricks

Mired down into the Singularity's Void, you say yeah, I say nah, we're all gonna go, I love a great Lie!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Blowvember 28th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Drafted blown wide open by @TheRollingStones #BridgesToBabylonTour #TumblinDice, #SnakeEyesForAll link @ https://youtu.be/UYDDJKSTuaY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DinosaursPrecededHumanEssence #SlimmerShadierLoveFromVoid #IfYouThinkYoureLonelyNow #JustWaitAMinute #BusinessAndPleasureFineWine #HarryHippie @BobbyWomak

BONES, DINOSAURS & A SECRET, CHICXULUB'S THE IDEA

Wonder about the real and the unreal things before our eyes, in our head's ears, nose and throat

For a moment, pretend that you are immortal, if you don't already do that just for the fun of it

Now then, listen to your priests, ministers, preachers and professors to entertain the #GOAT

Not just because you think you're so pretty, so handsome, with only three margaritas afloat.

Walking upright, no more knuckle dragging, long-haired, scraggly bearded wonders of Id

From the conception, through birth and on through the decrepit descent into the crypt, I hid

Inside of the dream, there's a place which no one is allowed, deep down you can't even find it

So deep, down below the Mariana Trench and the Crater of Chicxulub, where angels fear to go.

Above the here and now and below the there and then, a Word and a Horn blown from the holy

Emptiness that sucks echoes of all the gratefully decrepit, in full dilecti of an all too humane body

Dreaming of disaster only of the One but not the many, inner silence, inner secrets of the Ma & Pa

Untold due to the inability to communicate the Emptiness of the Void to the hopelessly in love, Ga!

In or out of the consciousness we love, a recollection of the hysterical history of what it is, in pace

Godsons and goddaughters of the bones, burned and buried here on this rock & roll star, the Earth

Only One we know, only One that matters to these forms, 208 bones of animated acid of Nothing

On this narrow way, comprehend the ultimate, last inhalation of the Thing, this Thing, it's my Thing.

Picking me or you or anyone from the penthouses to the caves, matters as much as the day you die

With or without the data to suckle the dried lips of the babies who grow only to fade away in a lie

Nobody ever knew, everybody was afraid to die so there was only one way to help a species survive

Stood in line, at attention or at rest, slowly we walked, step by step, as three stooges did when alive.

At the end, mouth agape, eyes wide open as if you've seen your maker when it's just the God's head

So lit up you don't recognize you're the creator, always was and will be what you are, blood to be bled

Beginning at the origin through this turmoil unto the comatose colt or philly migrates from mitosis

To the ground running, happy, four-legged peckerwood of the mare & stud, an unmarried prognosis.

Conclusion from the induction and deduction of the assumptions in the premises of the argument

Becomes the philosophy of life for the one who uses analysis to arrive at the encrypted interment

Gramma who mothered me taught me this, "Monkey see, monkey do!" a Sicilian-accented snub

Therefore, to avoid pain & suffering of punishment, like a #SuperBaby, y'all came from Chicxulub.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FriedDay, Blovember 27th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{  #BlastedFromMightyMo while listenin' to @BobbyWomack #HITS like #IfYouThinkYoureLonelyNow @ https://youtu.be/IKH52rUZj9E }

E N J O Y  EVERY MOMENT!  as if it's your last, it may be...

DIG A LITTLE DEEPER . . .

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CreaturelessFeatures @Funkadelic @TedNugent @CheechAndChong @MoodyBlues #ThatSeventiesShow @CageTheElephant #MaggotBrain @Parliament @AynRand #Philosopher @TheRollingStones

NOW HEAR THIS, STAND BY . . .

Right here on the left of here and now, there is this presence, 'I is'

What it means other than just the words nobody knows, I just exist

But also I'll at some point, end life by default, tilted, unadaptable

Accidental with no evil intent to terminate the thing itself, full bull.

Conmen and their women who become the patsy for the maroons

They steal all the others' blood, sweat & tears, coconut macaroons

Eaten baked or stale & dunked in a hot mocha's extra shot for fun

From Miami to Seattle to Bangor to L.A., bad is a good, ugly One.

One to three and ad infinitum until the quantum leap is performed

Either accidentally or with full intent to materialize what is formed

From the dirty filth of the wet and stank of mud, before blood, son

Inside and outside of the veins and arteries, the flow moved a One.

More or less than Out of Time, burn a toke, original Space's raid

Inner thoughts become the concrete and steel of the prime mover

I used it until I ran out of the power, invisible yet One holy rocker

Nothing to compete with that creation of the matrix, except a Void.

Westbound or southbound from here & now, center of a 7-11 hole

Forsooth words mean what is lost to the herd which can't be heard

Silent night around the backside of the revolutionary, wobbly bird

Testification for the sundown & dawn of the Truth to slow the roll.

On being a just a taste down a notch from the blast of the hambone

Puny punks from the Big Apple's humble pies or Redondo beaches

On an island or a beach on the coast, at noon I'll be way long gone

Like to see you right in the sweet spot, the off is now the One, it's On.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Thanksgiving, Blovember 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:05 AMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to @TedNugent #Stranglehold in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MRj5KT3742o & @MoodyBluesBand #KnightsInWhiteSatin & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iVusUjyby18 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?