#CONCERT2NIGHT #Bob #Fools #WiseArseFarmersAndThugs #HellWillFixIt #AsItUsedToBe @RobertAllenZimmerman

SILENT KISSES, DREAMS, REPRODUCED PURPLE HUES

Scorn works the crowd, never love your sister or brother like your Self, a demigod ball

Without you, without me, no magic works, nothing even exists without you and us all

We're a series of accidents that provided One ghost for a trivial pursuit of a demon kin

Lonely or being top of the world's happiest human being ever, bunk beds of mortal sin.

Accident or intention from First Cause to the last sweet heart in a dump like this

I know you know that they all know what we all know, it's a joke, it's a prank fizz

Divinity rhymes words with the music's scales that rank flesh & blood, I pocololo?

Seedless, weedless drill sergeants that run dozens for Colonel Klink's, giddyup, go.

Common denominators' numerators, fallen ones stretchin' into an empty, holy void

Nanometers & parsecs from one extreme to another bull-snake's eyes I'm to avoid

Punks, confused young, fatherless children who taught us to give it to 'em good, lord

Dot matrix Black Void, nothing but Space & Time, movies move one unmoved Word!

Men of peace and love, long hair fell out & left them older and bald, head's cut a jib

What I am is what I am & what you are is One and the same, use propositional logic

God's damned fools in the calculus function trying to make it to the end without dyin'

Magic spell of the sounds, voices blowin' hot air out of the hellfire deep in Adam's rib.

Costume and masks to hide the calcium of the starburst, skulls & crossbones, my son

Spanked or disciplined by the iron fist, as above, so below it goes on forever, it is fun

Opposite of the good times are the Time of your life, perception, contemplation above

Below a heavenly being, a white trash happy ending, twisted Earth's Ironic core Love.

Response to the sun blowing it's cool and becoming as hot as a million Mercury atoms

Smoke rising above and below the whole shebang, it's not my problem on Highway 61

I'm on California RRte #49 with or without @BobDylan.com or a gang's foolish moms

Rain came after the windstorm and carried the cells of moms and dads of a Fool's Son.

Predict the ending, not knowing the beginning but here and now, nevertheless, Spaced

Out to the ends, a solar system's galaxy and beyond to the end of the Universal I, Zed

Ruthless, no mercy for the fanatic's desperate prey, between skin living & the holy jive

Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, cousins & friends, buzz in the bee hive!

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 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXVth @ 757 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @BobDylan 2022 LIVEOakland, California. 11 June, 2022 @ https://youtu.be/wrrPZU_-jjA & ON TO THE CONCERT TONIGHT IN SACRAMENTO'S MEMORIAL AUDITORIUM, ROADIES ROLLIN'! }

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#YANKEE-doodle-DYLAN

#GrassBudsGreenerOnMySide #AllmanBrothersDownLower @OsbourneBrothersUpHigh #elvis

 ME & #BLACKJACK, WORD UP-IN TENNESSEE

I almost aborted the mission in the middle of conception, I always cut Time too close

To the deadlines that come and go for no reason at all, just because you think it's OK

I know & you know, actually you don't know like I know but it ain't my fault red rose

Lined up against the wall with the punch line to make you laugh your derriere off, gay.

Monkeys in no manner, shape or form can abort their fetuses at will, only woman can

Men have no choice to attempt saving the species from annhilation, just extinction sin

Ape philosophy of cause and effect, language of signs and sounds of micro aggression

You don't know you're being assaulted until you have no defense & just all too human.

Bungle in the jungle, concrete or asphalt or dirty, rotten plant fodder, buried manbone

Free to shut the intercourse up inside of your jaw, popular vote's a mail-in ballot to fly

Breed until you can't breed any longer, pass on the DNA if you can, it's a roll of the die

Mongrels and immortal spiritual souls that can't be seen by eyes of black light's vision.

Kill nothing but things that qualify as a product of divine cause, fission-fusion stop sign

Liquid rock, magma blowing it's top thirty two miles high & falling in gravity's collapse

Theoretical mathematics and scientific progenesis of something born in a blacker hole

Darker than looking deep down in the Earth itself, cosmic light of day's blissful shine.

So, to be One with the Many although it appears impossible is the Way of sychophants

Eyeballs both removed when they were both fine, now blinded without the black light

Knowledge and wisdom coming into view, a catastrophe full of the animal scat refused

By the mouths of babes, all too human alien survivors without A Word, without hands.

Apes, bacteria and the rest of infinity's conglomeration of spicy times, overruled, abort

Don't think twice about this or anything else, never second guess the final guess short

Nevermore to know the actual Truth about the things and the origin of matter's junk

It's injected and consumed within to be discharged back to recycle the One, It Is FUNK!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #ContactOriginalSinnersFor #OverturnThisMoron drafted while jammin' to @DarylHall & DianeBirch #LifesTooShort @DarylsHouse 8-15-2009 link @ https://youtu.be/9LldYz2M8h8 }

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#GoneGirl #SoulSearchin' ... 1 Margarita, 2 Margarita, 3 Margarita #SHOTS #TheEleganceFits

GOT YOUR SIX, TWO THREE, TWO ZERO TWO TWO

Finished off the creme of the crops creme like a bat outta hell or a Dorito Bandito face

It's a dual standard for the men with sombreros to stop the Id's divine leather & lace

A real man's woman provides death at the end of life, sunlight's burning love of Earth

Burnt stars of illogical reason in a fallacious argument's attempt to buy Big Bang birth.

When all it is can be summed up in fecal matters about the forms of ball points on skin

Whether pulp of the foilage or the outer wrap of the bones which contain the verve sin

Meaning that an entity has determined & programmed the young for good & uncouth

Choice's freedom from slavery is an illusion to assuage shock & awe of a Verbal Truth.

Secret no more since the creation of the illusion is no more than a vision ready to pop

Like a bubble in the invisible air, a thin film of nothingness' clear light, antithetical slop

I know what you know & vice versa, friends & foes alike remain mortal, no doubt to go

Around in circles as day & night shift place, I wobble in orbit, got to go with the flow.

Downstream above the fray, above the gases H2O and the Chlorine scent of rag gods

Never goin' down below into a tunnel or cave until there's no other option to change

To never turn around & turn back to the beginning is a shock, I am still in awe of beer

Drunk on a 12 pack of Old Style, from 20 to 70, 50 years every other day, drunk here.

On Earth as it will be in heaven, sharks attack you and satisfy their hunger for burger

Not ham but human, that's the way of an ignorant surfer who can see nothing below

The grey surface a reflection of the uncensored sun, hiding the predator ready to go

Pulled down to the bottom to drown your stupidity without Jack Daniels, gasp, oh no!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XXIIIrd, MMXXII (6-23-2022) Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Allowed this light into the day, I scribed while listenin' @LosLonelyBoys #CiscoKId link at https://youtu.be/hBas0YZdsc0  & to @ChicagoTheBand #DontGetAroundMuchAnymore link at https://youtu.be/TUMWGDEXStQ & after watchin' a clip from #ShootoutAtTheOKCorral link @ https://youtu.be/xEm-6lYMgCI }

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