#UpTheCan #BlankPages #ShotBack #ReturnedFire #OverWhenItsOver #NowThen #GimmeWater

KILL LIKE MEANS  W A R,  UNEMPLOYMENT, FLAT LINED CAPUT, IT'S OVER

Put a drink in my hand fifty years ago and here I am, in a mirror, not pushin' daisies, not sick

I can't remember if it was whiskey or rye, might have been gin or vodka in a 7-7 or gin's tonic

Either way, it was all over when it was all over, I could get from here to eternity with no map

Don't know what happened when I got to a fork in the road but one thing's for sure, it do clap!

I didn't want it but it came out of nowhere, communist plot to kill the GI younger than older

Ask who's left alive after being in the #SKOR and if you don't know what that is, google her

A place in Space on an Earth continent groomed from the bowels of the core, the gods' send

Kill your mind through your brain, it's over when it's over and you know it, it's no excrement!

Pumped through blown fragments of gravitational collapses and Big Bangs, I get it y'all, now

Breakin' it on down for the minions to read and write from grade schools, high ones & stoned

Everybody's gotta go not only to school for the sunrises but also to the sunsets for the highness

Low places swept for creatures who hold my Solo & Dixie cups full of a whiskey & H2O kiss.

They said we had to leave that moon before it was too late and they were right in retrospect

It was my ancestors home and this here place right here on Earth was the garden of their play

They nuked it with pollution and then blamed the gods for the catastrophe, creepy DNA deck

You could creep all night long like your grandma said you would if you were bad boy, sonny.

But in the penitentiary behind the concrete and steel the mothers and dads are all gone, pains

Nothing but you and your mind left to see, hear, feel, taste, and smell, nobody likes the stains

Clothes have no softener, other than your blood, sweat and tears that drop down stoned drunk

All of the dregs of society get stoned for being stupid, ignorant fools, bore to men who stunk.

Here's a coup d' gras for the mardi gras, students who learned nothing become teachers too

Passing no the unknown, occult knowledge of drinks in the hand, Jack Daniels or Smirnoff

Either way, #BrownOut or #WhiteLight that Spirit will elevate conscious minds from an asp

All the nonsense of an Earth goddess' damned art of being all too human of a being, last gasp!

The kids in the Bowery and boys in the Hood used to say things only they'd comprehend, dig?

It's nothing personal and it doesn't reflect on your worth as a person or human being, fix a rig

Shoot the line up the main to the brain, make the opiate flakes cover the logic and reason scat

Inherited from philosophers and lunatic dopes, first mover of masses, to war, where it's all at!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Freezember 31st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

MONKEYS WARMIN' UP IN THE BULL PEN, MAKE LOVE FOR MILK TO FEED THE HUMANE ILK #HitTheRoadJack @ACDC #LaughBetweenTheJackAndCoke @BrothersOsborne

BECOMING AGHAST IN JUST A MINUTE, REVVING UP MY ENGINES
Between rocking and rolling the sounds of words meaning nothing, echo sounds of empty cavern
I found you where I was at, where it's all at, inside of in's and out's of a club, uncle Josey's tavern
Where ladies drank until they had no concern for their health, being or welfare, fly outta the bar
Punks and flys that hover over their scat waiting for a place to land, wings down, parkin' the car.

Amazed that the humanity has survived the Big Bang theories amalgamated by the men of caves
They hid within the hills and mountains out of the fear of being killed, maimed or gobbled knaves
Crusaders left with #CockBlockers on holy maids girdles, goddess progeny bore the all too human
One evolved animal, DNA stones of a Big Bang expand & contract, in a rock concert's acid of Ends.

I and the ilk called my aristocracy will not animate the dead bones, when it's over, it is what it is
Going from innocent wonder to a jaded end of life view, yet we're not food, all cadaver egg yolks
To be or not to be buried, burned and consumed by Fire or Earth in the sky or air, it's for the Kids
Knowing the Truth & having the Wisdom to apply the data, a matrix?  That's all she wrote folks!

You had no idea why big people had the power to mold our behavior, now it's been said & done
Formed by the humanitarians and the war mongers who bear duplicates to fight, sisters of Droid
All of them will live and die in a hundred years, more or less, most much less and then...have fun
Far away from blown atoms of electrons, neutrons & protons, what I am is a divine, robotic Void.

Fearless, maximum power impact to defeat all myriad forms of life, I'm nothing, drink my blood
Nor pick the flesh off of my bones, like a pig, a cow or chicken, I'm inedible & won't be your food
You might be mine if you can't use language to be all too human, fire cooks the meat so sweet
In the end, the time is out and the game is over, recollect the good, evil and ugly under a sheet!

Burns within the soul, remnants of divine Voidness looks like the empty soul, conceived in a hole
Bottoms were up & the chips were down when it counted, conception's Big Bang, a spitting pole
Now you see what you get, this here and that there, subjects & objects to predicate the bee sting
Nobody knows you, nobody knows me, we know nothing and that's it, that's all, caput, badabing!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, FREEzember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #BiggusDickus @MontyPython link @ https://youtu.be/kx_G2a2hL6U }

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#CasaNoble @CasaNoble @Santana @FloridaGeorgiaLine #WhiskeyGlasses #RemembersYouCreepin' #TequilaWillKillYa

THE ILK OF MOTHER'S MILK, FAILED, PLAYIN' NAKED APES

This is not a debate but it is a monologue of the nature of the beast within your meat
Hollow inside the auricles and ventricles that pump Joy's juice through heads and feet
Mundane star, sun's disintegrated Ends of Time's struggle, daily bread's coffer of gods
Neptune, Saturn, Venus, Pluto, Mars, Jupiter, Mercury, Uranus yet not of Earth floods.

Greeks, Romans, Persian hordes of the conquered left with a 21st century's bloody ears
Of the Herd, above & below it's stampedes to follow the leaders' ironies of baseless fear
Threats to torture & restrain you from your philosophical errors, all wet dreams are free
From first to the last time you suck the gas in and let it out forever, however it is to be.

Beat the clocks that imagine keeping time is one through twenty four, ad infinitum beats
Of the hearts and minds of the minions, born from rich and poor wombs of empty grace
Winning is everything or you don't survive, you will become extinct, all dug in with cleats
Ma and pa died and left me boss, I'm the One, the only one who will laugh in God's face.

Since it is all what I am, laughing in my own face isn't an act of bravery, it's no act of fun
It's the name of the game, it's all about me and without me, none of this matters one bit
It's not a dilemma for me to insult those who are not the dreamer in the dream, I'm stabbed
Naked ape boys & girls, infants transformed into the cadavers of the #ToeTagged & slabbed.

News is made to read all about it, if one can't spell or read, you'll be an ignorant, idiot savant
A fool's fool in an olypmic swimming pool of mud, blood and beer, awaiting the cool foot stool
On the trapped mice and willing humanity, it's over when it's over, you've got no choice at all
Nobody can write this fiction of OM blind faith a sham, oh wait, my life, my disarmed karma?

Wolves and the other walking, slithering and flying monsters from Earth are hungry for meat
I saw her ahead of Time, tomorrow or the day after yesterday, that's today for the challenged
Headscratchers in our midst to remind us how not be be dressed to the nines, good rockin' Ma
I'm woke in a nobrainer, afraid to awaken cuz, baked, got no shelter, dead & gone now was Ga.

Sex & crackers should make the mothers & fathers of hippies & cowboys become riders aghast
Same things gettin' bitten off, byte by byte, rollin' a stone buzz, karma for what I got comin', sins
It's all good, the taste is all mine, the smell is all mine, what you see & hear is what ya get, at last
Strong & ready to punish violators of peace & love, moron boys & their progeny, my dead ends.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, Freezember 28th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{  Quality words spun out of the nomad yarn I've gleaned from 69 years of rollin' with @FloridaGeorgiaLine #HowWeRoll link YouTube @ https://youtu.be/CbxuXq_981s }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
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