HERE IS THE #HOOK @RareEarth @ChambersBrothers #DirtyWorkEyesDid #KingRichard LOLs & @SteelyDan

OSCILLATION OF THE OSTRICH FREEDOM, FIRE IN THE HOLE, SON!

It ain't my fault that this freak had a failure to launch, driving faster than a speeding bullet

Far away from the far out options on the near right and the far left dream of strife and the life

In the muck and mire of the children of the sun, the star 93 million miles away from my wife

Inside of the major burn of fission and fusion, light fantastic emerges to show the New Dawn.

Eyes opened wide to clear the bad joojoo from creepin' up to your back for the sake of scary Fear

To be afraid is all there is other than the fearless of the warriors, hidden in parochial school cheer

Of wizards and the minions of dingbats and floozies taught by and learned from a Romper room

Sitting in front of an idiot box, flipping electronic images of translated digits and pixels of doom.

 

In the end, prior to the Singularity appearing out of nowhere, naturally stupid and ignorant pride

Moves the man in me, the boy in me, the baby in me to get ready to die like all of the rest, I flied

From a sound sleep to an eternal blunder of the Big Bang, Nothing to care about, it's all the Void

Monkeys and barnacles come and go, young and old deadhead geniuses who peddle a Great Lie.

That you'll live when you die which you won't, ask buddah and jesus and krishna or the prophets

Common denominator is essential to adding up the numbers to group them all into the fix of debts

All owe something when pondered from 5 miles high, just a vision of blue and sun dried, sand tan

I have the goods, you got the bads and she's got the uglys so we're all full of it, of this Royal Scam.

What left a signature all over our world's vision, hands out, palms up, ridin' dirty in God's hot Papas

Wants & needs, all desires to complete the mission to be happy & avoid pain and suffering lie a Persian

From birth to death, through two sets of teeth that all come and go in a hundred years, but why man?

Woman has no clue, yet she's NO SON of the SUN, mystery's solution, holy holes of Many Mamas!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.   Vendredi, Freezember 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin' to THE @ChambersBrothers #Time (long) link @ https://youtu.be/hIqwzQ7g-Cc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.? or P.E.G.?

#AsAboveIsFineSoBelowIsEvenFiner #AGiftedOneToAnother #IfICouldChangeTheWorld #EyesDidIt #ZEN & #SlowHand @Clapton

POURING ANOTHER ROUND, A FOOL'S FULL MOON

I have nothing to hide that is on the planet's surface nor underground six feet to an empty core, sons

Monuments to the memories of nobody alive is a useless function of both younger and elder ones

 DYK anything more than that you're thinking this, Alpha First Cause's psyche transmitted blaze

Of the nature of homo sapiens & both ancient & modern history, a civilization of utter malaise.

 

 Used cars refused & abused transmitters of DNA from time pool to space pool, Jetson to Flintstone

Inside or outside the things themselves, a soul or safe, conscious Self observes sticks, skin and bone

Meat and muscle is all there is to eat other than the fruit and vegetables farmed over the curfew ban

Men humane of the homegrown from a Mfrs origins, One man & One woman?  Yo, come on Man!

Imagine lonely people put into a huge pool to discover the cause is not proximity to people, it's smell

Stinking from the inner workings to keep the thing itself moving, alive and healthy as an ox in #Hell

What I'm saying in so many words that you and I chew as if it's the fat of leftover meat JOE sloppy

Kingdom never meant to be the Way, it was being alone as in dying by yourself, no ma or pa, nobody.

Monks and priests from ignorance to blinded, holy family of faith in the unknown, the occult of gods

Pre-Socratic to post-Platonic philosophy of language, predication of subjects and objective hot rods

People stay alive eating rice and you can grow enough rice to feed BILLIONS of people, check China

It is no joke, the reason for being alive, to survive in chaos' DNA, Chairman Mao's no Lady of Fatima.

 

Blown big and little bombs in the deep blue sea and mutated the creatures evolved from a Big Bang

Now and up until the end of your ability to disregard reason and rational syllogistic logic, bang bang

Ways all around the burning star's gas to get old enough to know better, Nothing DOES last forever

You may not know, feelin' kind of sad and low, I'm not her daddy but can't stop thinkin' about her!

 

It's over when it's over and there's nothing you can do about the love you hold sacred, it's all gone

It's never comin' back not because of you but just because that's the way it is, your ethics begone

Good, bad and ugly all in the eyes of the beholders who attempt to push their view upon sheeple

It's you and yours, people you find in black & blue Space & Time, walking around Truth's steeple.

 

You know my name, I rode my two wheeled machine, twin cams to complete the trip, a CBD eighth

Fully present in heavenly after-birth's experience, a cosmic comic, ceasing breathing of me, a wraith

Nomo arigato, mr robot, you and I will get to where we're headed, last One's ahead, I'm Adam Zen

Just play as long as you can, listen to the music and dance like you ain't gonna again, egg of a hen!

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Freezember 10th, 2020 Anno Domini @1010 HOURS

{ Drafted jammin' @Clapton #LiveInJapan2020 #Slowhand @https://youtu.be/XeijlNfguYg }

#BellBottomBluesForYOU

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.

#PointsWellTaken #LogicIsReasonOnSteroids #ForMillionsOfMinions #HEART2020 #Satriani @CherylCrow @Santana @MorganWallen #WordsAreUp #HEART

 CON JOBS AIN'T EASY BUT YOU GOT IT DOWN

It might be a convicted felon, professional confidence illusionist or just a jersey jerk-off, say

Comin' out of nowhere but local gangways and alleys out to the stadium where Beatles play

Freak shows on the stages of seven continents, all of the babies grown into God's sharp blade

Punks moving the First Cause into hiding, in caves or just right on olden back streets to fade.

 

Shouts of the silent voices can be heard around the world, the globe, the Earth, One third stone

Mum can never be the word of you and I because it's all about the scream and the pop of T-bone

Here's the monster I've been keeping inside of the safe vault of nobody but me, All of this is That

Of course, you think it's only me but you're the One too, conquer the mystery of the vampire bat.

Merry and sad in alternate universes at your mercy, whomever you happen to be, for God's sake

208 bones, some muscles to animate the genome's DNA and a mind to die for, what I came for

In ecstatic embrace I came to high heaven for the kiss that could get me away from the blocks

Where people, old and young died of this and that, maybe accidentally or on purpose, the phuqs!

But whatever the alternative is cannot be any better if you think about it for a moment, smoke some tea

Where I got conceived with my mom's love and honorable denial of the holy family's creature feature

I am all there is to me, I don't know about you but without me, this whole shebang has a bleak future

Foundation at the alpha and the obliteration of molecular, nuclear essence is our only synchronicity.

Fine points picked & grinned from the heart and soul of the villes & their monsoon soaked job blows

Dreams knocked from the cosmic dust and battered down into the confounded dog fights of the free

Liberty is the answer to the walks and runs you and I have taken and will continue to move our souls

I felt this wrong thing, I felt this right thing, they say you wish you were by yourself, I don't believe It!

I am just one little speck of dust in the cosmos but I am less important than the Nothingness we Are

In the scheme of things, you walk toward me and I run away to the emptiness, where I would be now

If I thought you didn't need the presence of the thing that I get done, which is nothing for you, all of it

Enemy mine inside of the skull of the thing I call me above my heart and soul in the middle of the chit!

Complex or simple, once cells die, they never come back, ever, so enjoying the sixteen moments is fine

Which sixteen is your choice, you've got a minute or two to decide one way or the other, yours is mine

I gave it all to you for the moment you wanted it until the gravity pulled it down under Bonnie & Clyde

Big, holy rollers dug the ruts so deep that only a winged beast could escape, on my Griffin, I Will Ride!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 AMPST

{  Jammed listenin' to @CherylCrow #TryToLoveAgain link @ https://youtu.be/dK9eLe8EQps }

<3 <3 <3

F.I.N.I.S. 

W.W.A.R.D.?