#KeepOnKeepinOn #ThingsHaveChanged #RedNeckWoman #JOJO #AlanWATTS #CurtisMayfield

LET'S  ROLL A COSMIC TIME WARP'S SPACE

No question that you'll always be with me, Freedom's reverse is absolutely true as blue

As below my grounded, winged feet on the floor, so above the dead man who lost you

Fools naked skin in the game with the wise men who die knowing the fools of plunder

I looked since birth through elder aging, yet the Truth wasn't visible but it's no wonder.

Allowing your attention to focus upon the waking dream you're naming your life, go man

Up or down from the place my feet are planted when I stand up straight, hitch hikin' fan

Gone in a minute when the time comes to move on, no runnin' just walkin' slow as a slug

Ready to die with the rock salt reverse osmosis, it's all movin' to the equator's jungle rug.

Gardening is not the way to go, you aren't Eve & I ain't Adam, nobody more guilty either

Sons and daughters arising & evolving OUT of the smoke movin' IN like a hobo bummer

Skin in the game and used on the slide guitar, nobody knows what a fuss cats will call it

On a tour bus rollin' from town to town, got my own room, my, TV, radio & phone chit.

Brought the whole shebang to the tailgate party behind the corn, a field of dreams I am

It's all about a creek 'bout 2 AM with no clothes, skinny dip at the full moon glow, Man

Short and sweet as it could possibly be silent mystery instead, in the name of majesty

Creekside, never in the daymare only unconscious concussion rings, an L.S.D.  #5150.

Can't be concerned about the ability of anybody other than me, competent nowadays 

Life's too short to worry about it right now or tomorrow, t'was all about my yesterdays

Gone wild with the that my senses are in que, drafter this while jammin' to  sax blows

Organs keepin' the blood and limbs movin' in the matrix' code, illusionary as a chimera.

Taxation rules to the king & queen, tell 'em to stick it right where the sun don't shine

I got satisfaction and rejuvination on the cosmic and infrared wavlength, frequency sign

As it is above so it is below my ten toes & flat foot bottom, Earth revolves my beer stein

To the store or asleep dreaming, it's Time passing the wine, a grim reap of class, I'm lyin'.

Dashboards full of the mink stoles left by the animals who carried the coonskin, ol' Davy

Crocket and Boone got me through the black and white radiation in my eyes, I'm saavy

I know astigmatism was caused by TV radiation in lit or dark rooms, did I mention TV?

Wavelength low or high, all comin' in & we all gotta go on to the far away scheme to be.

Let it all down when you're in ture so you can get all the hidden secrets deep under chit

Outside this Earth's presence, there's nothing you can sense, get to know it, you need to

Lookin' for a love everyday lived, found it sometimes, other times not so much as a clue

Holy heart place of my honey in the hive, it's a tell-tale muscle, knows I love it, I found it!

Rough and just tough enough to make it through a gang's land of where I came, shat

Grandchildren of bad guys wanted to fight, I left 'em all alone, survival of the fit tete

Only get to be seven decades old by sheer luck and accident of being in the right Plot

In Space and Time where everything happens for a reason, whether you know or not.

Tunnel of darkness at the Kiddieland or the Riverview, all about the roller coaster ride

Slowly up to the top & at the peak a final gasp of breath before it's taken away to slide

Repeating ad infinitum, life getting rough for the easy to get along sons of mothers' Ho

Incubated until the production could disconnect and survive with a little help to blow.

Premium moves on the game board always keeps the odds high that you'll win again

Never losing if the eyes on the target for the prize behind it, drooling for the next win

A Yada Yada drink of Girl Scout cookies in the seemless monkey pit of monster Homer

A DNA replica of the missing link, inserted to end the whole shebang, it's caput, GRRRRR

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

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#DunceWithoutACorner #CapOnHats #CoverYourPlatinum

MA EARTH WITHOUT EVE'S EVIL DEVIL DOG, ONE PAW IN THE GRAVE

Tree of knowledge grown from a seed coded with the power of the universe, Thor's hammer

So to speak of the dreams we all have as JUST nightmares as if daymares aren't any dimmer

Beating you up the way your daddy should have if you had one, just a kid without a bad dad

Product of a one night stand & a mama who didn't abort or allow to abandon in noman's land.

Kicks are all I've thought about since release from the Pen, they all keep gettin' harder to find

And the harder to find means the harder it'll all fall down at the finish line like it or maybe not

Paranoid princesses morph into our wives & mothers, sisters and friends, all better than good

We could have been an abortion in an alley dumpster of homeless bodies sleepin' off shots.

Without the rest it all seems to compile into the lyrics and melody of the songs of secrets

Long researched, once forgotten, out of sight & out of mind, no recollection of eternities

Beloved books and blogs produced in perpetuity's cyber-space where nobody pays debts

To the Big Bad Wolves and their bank's credit card scam, never see cash, green, doll pets.

Goats and sheep, cow herds of the milk-breeders who nurture the extinction of a genus

Instigating the sequence of events causes the rapid malfunction of all too humane dust

Ruptured or not, accidental causes affect the effects, karma rides upon a psyche's code

To be or not to be God's good, bad & ugly special creations of a barnacle evolution load.

You can run but you can't hide from the Karma in store for you, got even with no sleep

Only the lucky good die young to avoid the pain of suffering, screwing the pooch in Sin

Food is the dead animals and plants, without it we die of starvation, how lucky we been

Everybody is rockin' until the ride's over, when it's done, a whimper left without a peep.

Bones covered by skin wrapping the live force's liquid sunlight in a network of spy vs spy

All for One & one for All is this muskateer motto, much ado about a whole lot of nothing

Monks in mountain temples, preachers of the Golden Silence, a universal God to be high     

Grounded or underground, it's all above and below the same thing, hear the angels sing.

Wake & funeral or lost in Space or at Sea, no matter which way it goes, it feels like Fun

Not to be dead and gone, to be here and now, listenin' to the tower of Babel let loose

Via the dead air commercials, we're all going to stock up on the needs and wants, son

Focus on your two feet, put one in front of the other, critical racing theoretically begun.

Before Life began, there was Nothing, after Life ceases to be plants & animals, it's Nothing

Bottom line is the double edged sword cut, stab, skewer through the DNA's cells, a Thing

Itself a spirit or a soul, a mover of the matter, the will power of every mentally ill divnity

Zeus, Apollo, Venus or Isis fathom the plight of created ones, only God's bovine chit sees.

Style of your tone is lower than pond scum, it's there but nobody pays any attention at all

Seriously folks, you're in a ubiquitous position if you're all that's left on Earth's rubber ball

Jacked your catalytic converters platinum and turned the lead into gold, sleepin' at the Ritz

Free of steel chains, shackles, zip-ties & yo' mama's Dozens on a six corner ballroom blitz.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XXIInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

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@JoeLouisWalker #TooDrunkToDriveDrunkTonight & other music battles with the bass & treble trouble! @WARtheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto #OldQueens #YoungStuds #NothingMoves

SON OF A GRINGO, CISCO KID'S NEUROTIC COMPLEXITY *

Parts of the whole found buried underground of a being

At a fool's abode, Homer love & hate of the dream's ring

Couped up in the town, nobody knows the centered One

Deeply integrated into the soul's equation of a bee sting.

It's completely fallen apart into an infinite conglomerate

Everywhere except where you can see is the hiding place

Ain't no mind funk down in a box down under or an urn

Sure ain't my fault that you're a fool in love with a burn.

It is what it is when you're honest & seeing a god's belief

That you & all Life from DNA is GOD, the rest is acid relief

Getaways from borders, natural born Martian, dirty rats

Offense & defense of the Way, narrow sharps, wide flats.

Brung communion to my party, shot Don Julio Especiale

Spirit hot enough to enter grounds of being my ol' pal AL

Needing the air, the water & Time in Space, it's My Way

After this & that fills the ether with my 208 bones to pay.

Let it all go for no reason other than a misunderstood hit

On your psyche's challenge to surviving a play, all over It

Matter & the forms puttin' your funk ahead of a climax

It's comin' & goin' from A Center, off the record redacts.

Call the empty Space heaven just like the casket confines

Or if it's an Urn turned upside down on a Hawaii incline

Downhill & downstream & eventually out to a deep sea

Scenery change from a spot, a dot to a perspective of Z.

All of it gone in a puff of smoke, it's the way it is, I agree

With the Word, answer to the only important question 3

When's my last day & why does it have to be secret sight

Question everything, all authority is a concept of might.

Things have changed smak in the middle of rowin' a boat

Downstream through the eddys & pools of nasty moats

Keepin' the stench out of our faces gets natural selection

Something 'bout a truck & a beer sittin' on cold ice & sin.

Red sundresses havin' fun in the day & night, look at it

Up, down and all around, she just liked my truck jacked

Jumpin' in a creek early in the AM gets your chill to burn

Gettin' to be near surrender's Bad Smell, a Chicago urn.

I learned to talk & stop walkin' in diapers, soil to drench

Now to predicate the subjects and objective of a wench

Lookin' to be married to it, a premature pregnant hump

Scapegoating & displacement behavior, being a chump.

Grand scale of things in microscopic form, electron proof

Fat, thin men both do their best to kill blue mockingbirds

Tunnels of love dark and slippery for the dream to spoof

As if there needs to be but everything changes in words.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

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