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Tuesday, March 09, 2021

#YourGuessIsAsGoodAsEinsteins #APunchInTheFaceWorks



BOUGHT MY DAUGHTER A TRAIN, MONKEY WAS STILLBORN, ANYWAYS
Merchandise has power if it's either one of a kind or at least rarely found in a hacker's magic
Just because you think it's so pretty doesn't mean that it actually exists independent & static
Yet, there it is right in front of your eyes or signals to your cerebral cortex to process The Way
Blind men and blind women have parties and have fun while alive on the way get Ends today.

At the edge of the cliff, so to speak, I spoke about the jingo to the medicine man of my tribe
He told me that a chief has the experience without the foreknowledge of why the Way is rough
Like as hard as your mother's labor to bring you into the world?  I don't think it's like that tough
Mothers everywhere with or without the saddle blocks and La Maz gasps for relief, junk scribe.

Well, pain & suffering may lead to relief by outside environmental and humane, fakin' a bounce
Nothin' but net before you become unconscious to save your ass from an evil trick, not to be dead
Of being alive and alone in the universe, on this planet in your room at home, you so high minded
I don't care if it's in tune or not, don't use gendered language, aho, she-it singularity pronounce.

On the eve of an apocalypse your stay awake until the eyelids descend without resistance, OMG
Now it's going to get out of control as the band's drums smash the skins for the beats of the sea
ON ships we sailed way before we flew through Time & Space on planes & jets, ships ahoy matey
Surreal as it can be to a blind girl or boy, born to run without eyesight, miss what ya never had.

On being in the kids' dreams because they couldn't metabolize the crazy megaApes lovin' as men
Once upon nobody's Space in any of the four cornered rooms we roam, indentured servitude Zen
Mercury to Neptune and onto Pluto's orbital trajectory leaving the monsters under my bunkbeds
Morphine for Josephine and Theresa because the birthplace of hairless apes and evil snakeheads.

Deaf and dumb, no way to communicate the data of 5G just to say holy smoke, mask up yer arse
Potstocks movin' Nirvana into foresight, monkey shines in the caves, shadows really are the sign
From the higher than most bonfired-up fanatics lookin' to BBQ the dead cows, birds and swine
Performance on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the absolute best monkey in the cage, twilight zone.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, March 10th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:01 AMPST
{ Abdicated from my loins while listenin' to @Santana #Supernatural #LegacyEdition link @https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE }
FUBAR
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

@BishopBullwinkle @Bullwinkle & @RushLimbaughEIB @BobMarley @EricClapton #IShotTheSherriff #HumanGusAfterall


TALENT O.L.F. GOD, BROKEN HEARTS, JEALOUSY'S JUSTICE & MERCURY'S WETDREAM
I always thought historical records got taught, things to think about, important substance my son
To be or not to be, to adapt to the One or its variables, moment to moment becoming extinction
It's not your fault or your ancestors but the way it is, not a fantasy of illusory phantoms of hot sin
Belief evolves, minds orbit in search of the Resting One, asleep in the Supernovae attic from hell

Armed and in perpetual denial of death's Thor hammer ready for a down stroke upon my daddio
You shouldn't say the right thing with words of the English language, proof the stars are at war
Life from other solar systems looking for our keys to Montgomery and Salem East & Northwest
Where the potions have been set aside in recipe form, to change the matter at hand, i digress.

No free lunches here in the valley and there's no gold left in them thar hills of El Dorado's plateau
Comin' out of the dream still groggy enough to slip right back into the somnambolistic sky of blue
Fences built and then I leveled them to expand this piece of pie into the whole God danged thang
Wiped the windshield clean and the vision ahead was clear, only one way out but it's gonna sting!

I wondered then I followed the middle path without the magician, eyes wide open for shirt skirt
Divine pension in a coffin awaits all of the many who wanna return to the One, it'll happen later
Don't want this last thing until the very last one that can be put in front of you, to live & die for
Recollection of memories locked into old skin & bones, PhD's caskets plugged down in mud's dirt.

Before we die, get way low down, six feet under or higher than Mt. Rushmore and Rainier, signs
After a last gulp and gasp, one more song sung, goodbyes all around to the ones you leave behind
Knowledge is almost everything except wisdom but who needs wise cracks and the answer backs?
Talent with a microphone & a big mouth, told to stand down & reverse engineer the gods' hacks.

Booms from Bam Bam Flintstone make the solar system a better place to be in outerspace, dead
Living and then dying in the water, the air or on the land, no reason at all other than legends fed
To the infants who believe it all until the young thugs and molls roll their eyes at the innocence
Life moving quicker as days roll on by, getting older every second, I was two of us on the fence.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March 9th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:00 #HighNoon yup, it is!
{ Basted while listenin' to @RushHawkinsSingers #ThankTheLordRushLimbaughsOn, @RushEIB link @ https://youtu.be/6pM-r_DTSls }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

o n l y ONE . . . to the NINES

MR JINX & MS LUCILLE CHANGED ZAPPA & EVERYTHING
Surviving past the day we gonna die is impossible, it won't happen, ever, I wished It upon a star
Things themselves never change even if you didn't know that fools trip on karma, so good, so far
Neck in a noose, water underground, so I speak, locked in tight as a square knot, golden dawn
Explaining that the dream is all you get when you're asleep, when you awaken, it's all way gone.

Permitting the licensed to hunt for certain species of life on Earth, to eat or not to eat is all It is
You die if your mother doesn't breast feed you teat after time or at least until Hell freezes rights
Ten times ten is the variable I begin with, the origin of all infinite expressions of blown itsy bits
Wheeled over the cliff because it has only one slippery slope, a rational conclusion's prize fights.

Substitutions for the starters when the game's in progress is a fool's mission, a mama's intention
What I Will to be Is and vice versa with assassins heads in a noose, givin' the divine the face of sin
Poor jitterbugs all jacked up on the perfume smellin' like the musk of monkeys, apemen baboons
In step and in the mood for completing this complicated equation of inequality, front man goon.

Win the games because I can never lose, I know all of the rules & regulations, a law's made to be
Broken or in fine shape, nothing matters anyway, I mean the vacuum of the empty, a sandy beach
Miracles of causes after the First One happen due to being willed by one or more souls, eyes agog
Believers in a will, pray for homeless trolls as proof by grace of God, unknown power, Zappa dog.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  March 8th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 20:20 hours PDT
{ Drafted after walkin' 40 miles and 3 stitches removed my human mind's losin' hand, link to @BobDylan wheelbarreling @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo & @TheTravelingWilburys #TweeterAndTheMonkeyman @ https://youtu.be/PabG3nJRu3k & @FrankZappa #CatholicGirls @ https://youtu.be/YMdhWRO4-dQ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?