#HeadsOrTails @LynyrdSkynyrd @GratfulDead #ItIsDoneAgainAndAgainAdInfinitum

DOWN SOUTH JUKIN' & SUNDAY PANTS ON, DREAMIN' PEACE OF MIND CHIT
It was time to let go of it a long time ago but we wanted to get it on lookin' for a itty bitty piece
Of the mice, men & women who haunt Earth's seven lumps of clay, let it go man, two piece bikini
Tinkering with the traveling in and out of the atmosphere, underwater, inner & outerspace scree
Completely out of this world when you look at it from the point of view of the seers' gold fleece.

Looked everywhere & I swear I may have overlooked one or twenty three odd jobs I quit, let it go
From the bottom of the cleffs to the top of the treble's tremolos and God's damned staccato zen
Mind found in the gold mine where the vein runs from the last place this rock was a star, godson
Pennies to tons of gold transubstantiated from the lead-a-plenty, common & rare as a queer zero.

Everybody who will read and comprehend the flavor of the words, all of y'all are a bull's end hind
Middle of the target for practice & #IRL just to show off the powers that be, the will to polymerize
From one's inherited DNA's mitochondrial signature, an ancestor of One evolved, platinum & gold
It was all about the peace of mind, the rest of the holy soul, your Soul was the First of your kind.

#Woke up and nobody knew I was sleepin' forever so I just played along with the game's trippin'
Mothers, brothers & sisters, sons and daughters, heads up for the duration of your step skippin'
Let it be because it will be the way it is with or without your conjunction with the interjection
It all comes back to you like a boomerang, karma ringin' your bell after your dead of mortal sin.

Among the many sometimes an anomaly returns from a random rearrangement of coded dope
In the beginning it's like it will be at the end, a bunch of atomic smoke on a slippery ski slope
Still Everything is lookin' fine, got lovely ladies that just won't wait, it's time for Muscle Shoals
Party time, at the beach & downtown jukin', taxed on the sand, Gold-Platinum, Skynyrd rolls!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Thursday, April 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:11 PMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/m81nzZ_yX3U }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SymbolicRepresentationOfNothing #ZeroMinusZero #NOTHING'TALL #BatmanAndRobinBest #HealTheBatFeverCoVid19 #NakedCity2022AD #KOOLaidTODAY

REQUIRED INTELLIGENCE, OCCULT KOOLAID STRIKES & BAWLS
Only an infinite chain of fools can keep the movement going, the struggle exists on Earth
In the red or black dirt or yellow gold, interest for the existence of freedom is forlorn, Darth
All of the stars further than our own agree, Earth living the life of civilization back of the bus
Shocking to the empty Void is everything other than nothing, the things themselves rob Us.

The gods ruined Mars, check the Wikileaks on that, you will know sooner or later, IQ distress
Moron and the idiot have merged to become one and the same, a man, a woman, a goddess
Useless and petrified thought in the middle of the junction where petticoats comin' on down
From where they should have stayed, what is wrong with people?  LOLs @Anonymous frown.

This your room in your home away from home, politico-economic pressure, polls of #Wokism
To live without working for the status quo, you had motherless children & fatherless inmates
In charge of running the radio & television shows, to control the masses of migration invasion
This is all you're going to get, the end of the story you know as, your life, your livelihood of Sin.

Not mortal or venial but the original one, the popes and cardinals, bishoprics and high priests
Wanting to be like the evil angel created by the same creator who punished innocent babes
Ignorant of the power of the almighty, the challenger is not equipped to win the game of One
Everything is everything and what it is is what it is or what will we do if it's not?  Nothing, son.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, April 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{  Drafted while jammin' to @Armstrong_GettyRadio @KSTE650AM link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheSecondAfterTheFirst #QuestionsNotAnswers

c.  MonaLisa @LeonardodaVinci

WHO CAN MAKE GOD A MEME?  MONA MIA CAN DO IT FOR REALS
Nobody but your soul and bones are responsible for your conception in this walk of thug-life
Reason in the dream may not make a difference to the random stimuli that you call alewife
Or husband or just a life partner for the tax write-off, an imaginary allotment to your NFT
Why and when can you start?  Yesterday or tomorrow, today is out of the question for me.

Completely insane but utterly conscious of the requirement for Blind Faith to fake it, happy too
Which witches and warlocks are directing the energy and matter to implode on a mixed brew
From everything that stinks and looks beautiful, the spell is cast and the smoke's on water, see
Full blue moon came up after sundown, everything still remains the same the next day but me.

Power from the explosion containment and a force to blow it all off the face of the Earth, high
Between the windows and mirrors, it's the glass that's left after the fusion of the fission to fly
Wings or just floating in the four winds, purposeless without a will to survive on a putrid matrix
Under control of the polluters who mix the chemicals, warmed and frozen bunch of dumb hicks.

Keep up the pace of moving like a slug or a cheetah, either way the end of the song's the same
Mouth agape, breathless, heartbeat stopped, no coming back to see the world, now that's lame
But an imaginary function of the essence is not necessary, it does what it does, like it or not fool
Screaming at the top of your lungs push of hot air, conclusion deduced, alone and baked in drool.

Now mimi and her chin diaper, it's a place to put it, to not lose it before your time, your timeout
It's gonna happen, the happening is spearheading our faces together in a pool of hot lava's gout
In your limbs and your torso, it's the pattern of your inherited DNA, your microscopic acid of LSD
Trippin' like a fool, the many do well at annihilating the few, dissenters from the extinction scree.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, April 28th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{  Drafted while jammin' to the #ArmstrongAndGetty 6-10 AMPST link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?