#StiffCompetition #DeadAndGone #Winning #KickinItAlive

FOGGY BOTTOM SPY BY A 'SIPPI RIVERBANK, GOLDEN CAMPFIRE, PASSIN' ROUNDS

You can't come in, smokin' & preachin' to a choir, all of us born before a hammer went down

From darkness' edge of your mama's thighs, you come to my turf & you're at billy goat's bluff

Losers lose and you are one indeed, prepare to see the repercussions of your white trash stuff

Kicks out of the jokes on me & you, twisted the rope and shot the hot pants above thigh high.

Loose as a power steering wheel driven by a hydromatic transmission, liquidated chemical gin

Until the time comes, the utter lack of anything the light shines upon means the void is my kin

Fortunate that I found out the Truth before it was too late, which may have come to blows

There's still some time, a few hours and then tomorrow will be yesterday's day after It goes.

Triangles & squares runnin' the hound dogs out of their mothers' basements, I like to boogie

Sudden impact of earning money & giving it to an owner of rental property, buying food, I see

No more drinkin' or smokin' or partyin' with my friends and relatives, it's all over a back hall

Joined the away team, been away forty somethin' years, seen too many things, I can't recall.

Bears and lions trippin' with the wolves and becoming the eaters of the living daylight borne

To the schizophrenic divinity that may be one, two, three or a polygonic e-slice of corn pone

Punks from the orphanage all found their mothers' computer files, the clowns released a fox

In the beginning at the outset of the time before we invented sundials, hand & digital clocks.

Plain truth is sad girls populated their fathers' houses and escaped before the ending sealed

Many kisses or just a few, all the people were happy sometimes, nobody's peach got pealed

Function of the foundation is to place something to pretend about, smarter than a gun's son

Nothing else to do other than find a solution to the conundrum, provide a shoulder to cry on.

Hell above froze over and Heaven below malfunctioned, they disintegrated into holy smoke

No luck has anything to do with it, it's all an act of intent & will to cause the things, we woke?

Hummin' along with the tune, didn't write the words and can't fake the rhymes 'til the finale

It'll be over when it's over, like it or not, last gasp, eyes stuck wide open, as good as dead, pal.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Xth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:27 AMPST

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@TowerOfPower @WartheBand @BobDylan @MichaelJackson

 

CHINA WHITE BOTTLE OF CAPITAL FUNK, ALL IS CAPUT

Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie & Ontario, water of great lakes left over from the good times

When men and women were not evolved or created yet, nobody cared about making it crosses

Moving forward or backward is a reminder that you'll someday stop forever, atrophy rhymes

All out syncopation with the sequence of cause and effect, the effects precede the 1st Causes.

It's all over when it's over, forgone conclusion from false premises deduce Nothing in Nirvana

Dead in a box or dust in the wind blowin' the fragments into oblivion, encounter the third kinds

Known to be the Many, the tide of humanity pulls and pushes everything from worm to Santa

Deductions are the conclusions to die for, to live for and to be changed with all four low winds.

Minds evolved from stone, rock and star dirt in a perfect world get to heaven or hell in the end

From a conceived egg of DNA, the cell multiplies into the shapes & forms of random collisions

In the air or underwater, all of it is the gas that the sun exhausted, amen to flatulent original sin

Bad or good smells, odor or agressive scent, it's all One & the same, Life as we know it, chagrin.

Woke up at 4:00 AM just to be awake when the Time comes to animate the dead bodies' bones

Walking dead more than a nightmare, a daymare of what is really the Truth about life on Earth

Accident without any purpose to be alive, experiencing the days & nights ad infinitum as drones

Moving until the sleep of consciousness knocks out the presence, dream in a dream's afterbirth.

Peers of our forefathers wrote Words conveying the Way to think & live life like a champion dog

Just waiting for the master to feed and groom the body hair, to find a place to bury soul T-bones

As if there's no other way to breathe, it appears the only other way is to be all dead & bygones

Sunlight is the Starpower outside of Hollywood, all we need to get by, clean cuts in a brain fog.

Who vaccinated the people who died at the concert?  Injected the venom of anxiety in an artery

Mind and body at one or divided into two or more splits of personality, all of it is One for history

Beginning at the alpha premonition of living in the present while recalling the melody of timing

To be or not to be DNA jelly, electrolite IV drippin' #Fake Time's rigor mortis' mortal wounding.

First caused movement either a gravitational collapse or a supernova explosion, it's a low blow

Nothing you or I can do about any of it, no blind faith or true knowledge in the fiber Tic Tac Toe

Cheese is the coagulated milk from the animal teats that nurture the animality of their genome

Nature & nurture will never be anything other than mortality's immortals, The Soul went home!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 10th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Conjob implemented by dead guys recorded words about deeds of gods, while listenin' to @WARtheBand #DontLetNooneGetYouDown youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MEqhJqudKOY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FullEffort #SpecialUnsavoryDelivery #MeatTreeCam

ON A WOKE, STENCH OF BADLANDS' SWEET PILES OF SMILES

Mortal mankind cosigns of flesh, overwealming a will to survive, ghosts get hung upon oak trees

Timber & iron spikes to show the other ones who would follow a shepherd, a cross ain't for me

I prefer the stealth mode which allows invisibility due to keeping the pie hole shut air & blown

Out and in the drifting fly, up & down the eddy, down the whirlpool where big ones are down.

Telling the Truth is a matter of perspective, what's true when I say the word may not have been

Even a moment ago, a day or a year ago, it's who you're telling the Truth to that counts, I mean

What I say is the Truth as I tell it to the person I tell it to, it's all they need to know, I make calls

Fabricated or accurately related, in the end it's all academic, hungry get fed to the bloody balls.

In or out of clubhouses rockin' on Saturday night, girls wanna dance 'til midnight then disappear

I always tried to get the name & number but the # was always wrote wrong, no cells back there

It must have been my failure to record or got the wrong number intended by my foxy, hot prey

Wanted to dance after the band stopped the music, out to the price to pay for a roll in the hay.

Power of silence when you're layin' down at the banks of that Green River comin' from Mount

Forever recollected as if it was the moment that the momentum was shifted into overdrive, son

Not because it was my choice, my free will absent but because of my reaction, being prey's fun

Lookin' for the predator and killin' the threat to the family, the species of good gods, so devout.

Strange nights and blinded days filling the time lines with random values of atomic Space's sea

Complex and simple, gravitational collapse due to an uncontrollable attraction to magnetic chi

It's not you nor anything else on the planet that has anything to do with the plays ont he stage

Of love's waves in pleasure & pain, whiskey drunks on the freeway, finale of our destiny's rage.

From above and below the hearts & souls created out of thin air, crumbled. dirty bones' ash

Dumped or safely deposited into a safe place, away from home in case home's a holy stache

Proof that you're empty of guilt is the recollection of your life before your birth's blank slate

A sweet nation of desserts for the predators of onion stars dying for Earth water's hot date.

Pretending to be serious about the facts of life, never told to me by the guardians who knew

Finding a mate to procreate humans or to correlate ape's trials & tribulations of a slow screw

To mourn at the death of the other is all you can hope for but I ain't goin' down first or last bro

Everlasting spirit I found in the junk yard guarded by the mad dogs, got high 'til I got down low.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Santana #SomewhereInHeaven from #Milagro link @ https://youtu.be/MpLgkhlj3Bw }

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W.W.A.R.D.?