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Thursday, September 16, 2021

#OrangeClocks #WomanWorkinIt @Delbert_McClinton @Martina_McBride @GarthBrooks

CHOKIN' THE CHICKEN WHILE EATIN' RAVENS & CROWS
Tiny houses made of ticky-tacky, recycled sawdust into roofs over walls and one floor
Front and back door with a hide-a-way bed in your overstuffed sofa from Leatherby
Monkeys and their altered species from some alien culture above or below the dirty
Bugs, birds, all forms of edible and animated bloody crawlers, swimmers & runners.

Upper atmospheric pressure from just being here and now, present in the future past
Killing the murderers who were out of sight and out of control, a miracle of afterbirth
Shook the ground and drank the grain alcohol in disbelief that I didn't die that instant
There was some unknown, occult work to be done, a bit short of time fakin' self-worth.

In the night, with or without any light that never stopped burnin' around a #19 Covid
Keys to the padlocks and numbers left & right for the combo, just rollin' a number son
Twins or tripletts just can't share the holy emptiness when together, a recollection Id
When an idea of being alive, of being a self middle of nowhere, shared by all for One.

In the End, the quadratic equation dumps on the radicals of the anti-material thriller
Where no place is everywhere and what you don't know is unknown to One for it All
Extinguishing the invisible animation is a fait accompli, the fade away makes us bawl
Can't metabolize the dead to transform stage and screen into reality's highland killer.

Burning fire consumes the atoms' ash, disappears from sight into animated cosmic dust
You & I don't know better than a referee that casts red flags in faces, to be or not to be
There's other questions and answers but none more important than the baby's quest
For the purpose of being alive and dying in a day or a century, accidentally on purpose.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, 9-16-2021 Anno Domini @ 6:66 PMPST
{ Drafted keepin' one #ClockworkOrange #SinginInTheRain clip in mind for the duration of the WORD, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/GnSx7q89y1g }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#NaNaNaNa #NaNa #Goodbye #SoulsignShine #GTHOOH

 
WHAT IN THE INTERCOURSE DID  YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN?
It gets a bit complicated when you're sippin' Tennessee whiskey but Memphis paid me in full
Pension beats the best airline on Earth just for spending 23 years makin' the billions for a bull
No bears hibernating and waiting for another Time, another Space because this is It, I'm a One
No other will ever do, just the one I see, the one I hear, taste, smell and touch, that's the fun.

Dead air between the lines of brevity and longevity, under the house of the rising, setting sun
I'm one, we're all one like it or not, know it or not, the fact remains, fathers are all One, done
As if it always was this way before the sun pulled a supernova disguised as a black hole buddy
We can't know anything, we guess everything, educated or ignorant, nothing but blind lucky.

Ball & chain given to the prisoners of this war in the air and on the ground of supreme beings
Male, female are designated creations of an evolutionary matrix, designed for mitotic division
From down in Mississippi to up in the Saskatchewan territory of the mud, blood & craft beers
Gone under the bridge & flew over a closed, cuckoo nest, London bridge fell down in the NYC.

It was alright with me, sometimes OK with you, hell & heaven split apart a fool's womb scree
In the bowels' deep well of empty space where you can't go and see in the dark, a holy place
No light because the fire has been extinguished by the thing itself, creation disintegrated me
Top spun in counter-revolution & a yo-yo walks the dog, rocks a baby in a cradle, loses a race.

T'was all about the faith, hope & charity you heard from mentally challenged words of a Face
Income of power returns outflow & sublimate the mass of animation, I hunt like a polar bear
Blind priests & mullahs weave the yarn into their ticket to paradise, to Valhalla, to deep Space
Corpses getting down with this jigsaw of multiplicity, mixed up with stardust, it's all Dead Air.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, September XVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{ Contaminated the pure vision with this gift from above or below, either way, link to the @BadCompany #ShootingStar & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FJTSmLqg6iE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#EWandF @EarthWindAndFire #NeverForgetAboutIt #SATCH #BegunToDigAtTheFinaleOfGodsFUNK #Silence


#FAKENOOSE COUP D'ETAT, TREASON & A HOLY COWBELL
Figure eights on the thin ice before comin' down the smokestack, several categories of a preteen
Forms shaped by cultural intent in a #Tombstone, all you get is dead air & my holy, sacred sword
Who can cause the beginning of the end, the treason of your chiefs of the staff, an easy Article 15
To be or not to be the Liberty of animated souls, on Earth for brief moments of humanity's lord.

Gatekeepers of the paradise we call home have thrown away the key to the doors of perception
I am in the finale as I was at the beginning of this story, amazing light in the dark cave I am all in
Frozen stiff without any fur or hair or clothes from head to foot, no food, no fire, no ice, just me
What I am in the meaning of words is less important than being understood, to be or not to be.

Higher than stratosphere, out of lies' origin comes no cloud of unknowing, simply complex drunk
On the distilled plants of grain seed, stored for a night before the hunt, drunken hung over punk
Unhappiness until death do you part, being mean is not the modus operandi of the thing itself
In my heart, sober as the blood in the aorta, thoughtlessness in the mind of the brain, top shelf.

Moan and groan or celebrate victory with song and the feeling of ecstasy where none can ever be
Just a goal to shoot for, I'm not able to drive this way but I will, I have no vision, I'm drivin' blind
Gods go to hell in a hand basket with or without me, I ain't the One, It ain't my fault we're a paon
Among certainty of those who worship presence, I'm One and maybe the only one, sit down son!

Some words I have that mean nothing to some but will mean everything to someone, someday
Phantasm of ghosts flowing in and out of my love to let the alcohol and drugs flown into BLAM!
Of wasted days and nights misunderstood yet understood, there's a failure to communicate me
What I am is what I am as far as I know, I may have mischaracterized myself to me, I think I am.

Will to power sidelined by smokin' burned plants of the Indies & swigging fermented grains' blow
Boys live and die, forgotten like the ones who came before you, you'll be forgotten too, yo daddio
Your deadbeat folks threw you to the dogs, hungry and some even rabied, fended for your Selfies
Symbols not cymbols unclapped, just signs of the Time & Space within CoVid19 bats in the belfry.

Sunken treasure chest way down at the bottom of Davey Jones' locker, we all know where it's at
Just way down by the Earth's core, the sand is quick to be the spin of love, faith and hope to hell
It ain't all there is to it, a hundred years give or take, rewards and punishments, dingaling cowbell
Kick your Eagle's eyes into astygmatic headaches, all #Equity rises to death's deadend, the scat!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  September XVI, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST
{ Fully Vaccinated [#FV] in #September by @EarthWindAndFire link @ https://youtu.be/O9l6_1XCQ8U draftation while jammin' to #WhenTheGeneralsTalk by @MidnightOil link @ https://youtu.be/JNL3xhxGpK8, only the gods know, while injecting Venom via @ACDC atop of #TheRazorsEdge link @ https://youtu.be/l_7SxoQW11g }

FINIS    but   W.W.A.R.D.?
#ForChristmas?  etc, etc, etc...