#MarryYourChrist #MerryChristmas #JustSayin' #WrapItUp #ReadMyLips #SilentKnight

MIGHTY GODS BECAME ROCK HEARTED MASTER MINDS IN DEEP SPACE

Alligators swarmin' near the swamp's new splash of fresh meat droppin' to the bends' depth

No way to feel inside when this heart feels the underwater pressure attempting the red crush

It attracts the hungry sharks who await the fortune of the mighty, wonderful down below us

Davey Jones may not have been a pirate or any swashbuckler's moll but a Grinch made a fuss.

Got all mean with the creation due to breaking mortal kill rules, a law, One DNA programing

Stink and stank in the middle of the stunk, not a skunk but whatever... the RNA's mutating

A ham sandwich which is all that Justice is, according to the Aristotelan scholars of A-Holes

Inside or outside of the C minus ends, the brains & minds display quicksilver & gold souls.

Punks movin' right along as they've learned to do from despicable orphans of one's gene pool

It's not their faults that their ability to mestasticize is above & beyond a knotted miracle fool

Glory is nothing to do with being a dead hero or villain or even an innocent zygotic, toy sphinx

Feel no abortion remorse for Past or Future, all too humane species' program's to be extinct.

Where's your mama, your papa, any kin uplinked or downloaded?  All are One, same as Us all

Rode in open sleighs & in firebird sleds that crashed through the snow, with or without balls

Snow or ornaments as round as the sun and moon and stars above, where ghosts give it up

St. Nick, Santa, Kris Kringle in ashes & dust of the cosmos, uplifting a Savior to save us, RIP!

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer just came & went as he pleased until Santa needed a hot ride

To town on the freeway or the backroads, we got there before and we will again, run, run, run

Let's go baby, wait here, I'll be back in a few, here's some oats and a hobo to watch o'er you

Dream will end, we're assuming it's inevitable for body & soul, enjoy the ride out of the Blue!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMCST Vendredi with a #FireInTheInfiniteLoopHole link @ https://youtu.be/siZ-oI95rlM }

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#FieldArtillery #CassonsGoRollinAlong #LetsRoll #HEROES @JonnyLang @WhitneyHouston @DavidBowie

TIMING'S EVERYTHING, FUNK FORMS THE EARTH FORCES, SPACE SHATTERS

Mitigate your mothers during your fathers' intercourse and flesh beats, to be a denominator

Underneath the soil and burned out solar TNT, we're still here or at least we're at the door

Ready to open or to keep it sealed up closed until the ends come without warning, The End

Not a baby's game or a child's playtime but a death of your life I'm nitpicking, return & send.

Grandmama always told me the same thing, "Monkeys see, monkeys do!"  well I just knew it all

Nothing is what it turned out to be, I knew Nothing at all about the causes and effects of the fall

Fumbling footballs, dropping flies and touchdown passes, missing the goal, the net, the hoopla

Downed and off-line, the spirit's drunk on the pollution standard of DNA, humanity's Delta-9 ska.

Bunch of the scat that comes right back to you as you turn around to walk away, it's deep in blue

Turnin' purple and black as all the things themselves do when runnin' out of the psycho-verve hue

A thing itself, a conglomeration of glue-ons form a union of 208 bones, a myriad of configurations

Ten commands to follow to be One with this universe, don't do this don't do that, all One, Man.

Panties were in a bunch, I can't lie about that, can't keep 'em out of my baby's groove, all is done

Gifts for the days of birth, yours and God's were unexpected pregnancies of the matrix, I am 71

Decades of decadence and defiling the innocent and wild-eyed who shuffle on boardwalks' bones

My field artillery is armed and ready for action, gunpowder is the chemical of the Big Bang's fun.

None of us were at the origin's explosion, probably none will be at the finale of the apocolypsing

Right where you were before your folks conceived your being in the womb of darkness, holy God

All you need to know is you're here and you're gonna die, no reason other than luck of a drawing

Cherry wine for all, on the farm it's all apples & cherries for the pies high in the sky, off Cape Cod.

Apemen and their progeny given to the daughters of EVE's ADAM, shinin' light on the monkeys

Darlings of the hairless, exposed skin color to separate the chaff from the champion wheaties

Blank minds in the darkness' nighttime, everybody's identical until the morning's dawn of light

New York to Peking to Moscow to Paris and London, common ground is all in heaven, God might.

Invisible like your spirit-soul, atone alone, creative creator of Space's dimensional Time's inlines

It has no movement, it's unmoved & in a stasis of function, unliving, undying, blue jazz & whines

Don't die before you discover why you're here and now, it's the tricky things that count, my son

Infinity & War battles to destroy funky pride, blurred lines erase east Indian ink, so, "It Is Done!"

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r j j stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 4:59 AMPST

{ Concocted out of Oneness, translated from Japanese while listenin' to @JonnyLang HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/LNdF9BQacqE }

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@Carlos_Santana #HigherHopes #LowerFaith #DivineCharity #CupOfPeace @ChrisJanson @MaryWells @Santana @Morello @Springsteen #WhitneyHouston #DownWithSilverBullets #BuyMeABoat

A GUY'S MOTION OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN, TOPCAT OF ALL GUYS MY MAMA KNEW

I'm in too deep to see the surface's motion, don't know where I am, in an ocean yet I'm afloat

Pertaining to nothing special, the air comes in and out of me, thank you ma & pa for the boat

It's movin' right along, not stoppin' too long, never can admit to bein' wrong, recalculate free

Mirrors all around so, there's no doubt that you're ALL there is that matters to atomic energy.

Beginning at the finish line, common denominator comes alive from a top ten rotation of Ilk

Muscle bounded, skinny bones that everyone has, all 208 of them are risky business for Love

Spirits move the things themselves until they go caput, heartache or soul takes them all away

From you and yours, I come to you for a view of the rear guard's cover up, A Void is the Way.

Picnics & holiday banquets to remind us all that it's here & soon it'll be gone, God's chain/ball

Now hear this, supermen never reported to the planet, that was an imaginary figment of It all

What is asleep and still moving the things themselves, remaining at rest, the nature of a beast

To be or not to be is NOT the question, it's the answer wondered to it's happy infection yeast.

She sang about me in a song that her daddy picked, he wanted me to be beater of his sad kids

Her guy she called me yesterday, we stuck together like birds of a feather, ne'er to be plucked

An honor and pleasure to be with this other half yang to my ying, pure & awesome skul-gasm

Offered a sacrifice upon the altar, innocent lamb, dead offering to an offended divinity worm.

Handsome face & beautiful form of the body leads to the multiplication of the division's chit

Fallen and invisible soul, moving the rocks that can't roll without the Thing Itself, you know It

True of the Ending and the Beginning, nothing can be false if you know, wisdom rules divinity

I think, I'm a man, all too human one, she calls & I respond, I'm a guard of the treasure, "SHE!"

Movies make the stars look closer than they are further than they want to be, all life on Earth

Lives and dies without regard to reason and rationality, organic matter alive for a period's part

An era comes & goes as quick as lickity split man, near the end, you'll be sorry 'bout It, Fooled

Wanting to live forever isn't a guarantee of the matter, as a fact, everything else dies, not you.

Say it now, honey you loved me more than the sky's empty black & blue, far away outerspace

Attached to my back, we fly high above the feather beds in deep purple velvet's soft interface

Pills and smoke down the hatch, breathe in & breathe out the smoke of mountain's bud tops

Formula for the preservation of ticks & tocks is all, scratch on cave walls, you're dead, It stops!

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r j j  stephan, i 

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIInd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMMST

{ Generated from zero gravity at soul level, while listenin' to my wife's favorite song, #MyGuy by @MaryWells on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4WT7nBGX5eU & @EStreetBand @Springsteen/Morello #HighHopes link @ https://youtu.be/z03Ms69MB_8 }

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