#SoulessStripped #MyFineSweetThang #JailBreak #AllInTheNameOfLiberty #SixteenYears #LongNeckIceColdBeerNeverBrokeMyHeart

HERE COMES REASON & LOGIC FOR THE END OF TIME AND SPACE

Lovin’ little Gina in the closet where nobody but she and I would go to hide it away

Broken strokes of love and attachment to a notion of motion without a love potion

You know what I mean, you know where the pain and desire hide away, bring it down

Tell me no lies and I will tell you the Truth to you and your girlfriends, you’ll frown.

 

Meatheads and absolute idiotic morons who may have escaped a colony of copasetics

Everything everywhere is alright, alright, alrighty then, it’s all been about a mix of six

Nouns, verbs and the subjective objects of predication, keeping the orchestra playin’ It

Symphonic melodious lyrics to explain the acid and bread and butter, sewage & chit.

 

All of the groups of maids in a row, singin’ the songs that birds tweet to get the seats

Burnt up in a fire at the altar, praying to Jesus & God, Mary & Joseph to cast spells

Upon the natural order of things, Earth scenes of motion and friction, antithetic hells

Only in heaven, imagined without a skull or mind, nothing anywhere shootin’ skeets.

 

Bums, Philly junkies, Chicago monkeys, Houston senoritas makin’ new American kin

Of George and Abraham as well as the thousand others responsible for this trafficking

Human or nonhuman robotic assistance to accelerate annihilation of matter in a hole

No more spinning and wobbling in circles in perpetuity, guts all in a sock full of coal.

 

Bedrock or quicksand are both part of the whole, the rest is emptiness, a gaping void

Models of the formed matter put on the show for the audience, who covets the android

Not only are you right all of the time, I’m wrong all of the time, we’re even steven son

For the sake of reason, subjective occurrences happen, matter of fact, what I’ve done.

 

Every single person alive got scanned at conception & at nativity, 21 gun salute to it

Moves on down the line or climbin’ the holy hills higher than a box kite on a windy fit

Shreddin’ frets, jammin’ the beats down to the rollin’ rocks, bass & treble so terrible

Speak to the waving hand that shakes as terrible as any tremor from cow or holy bull.

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r j j  stephan, i

Freezember VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 2008 hours the day AFTER Pearl Harbor Day 12-7-1941 #DayLivingInInfamyForver

{ Jammed out the darkness while listenin’ to @TheEagles concert recorded last week, here ya go, link @ https://youtu.be/ZIveizO8G6I & @RoyOrbison & #friends #OnlyTheLonely, #DreamBaby #PrettyWoman & link @  https://youtu.be/JCseJKNEZeE & @RickNelson #HITS @ https://youtu.be/1uR6pbfcrPQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OneDayLivingInInfamousTimes #BeLikeWater #NeverForgetPearlHarbor 12-7-41 #WHO #SPRINGSTEEN

THERE IS A BLACK HOLE AT THE CENTER OF THE WHITE BLOW

Gods who scouted out the blown star bytes which orbit the leftover last suppers

Being apart from the whole shebang for a moment or eternity until it repeats her

Mother Nature's a female we've been told, father Sun is a male, no hermaphrodites

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, any which way you juggle your marbles, it's Molly's.

Conquered the innocent and the ugly misfits who couldn't lick your boots, flag 'em

Jungle full of jingling bells and balls that don't create anything but DNA contagion

Create and destroy the things that exist and dissolve the fats into thin air, mortal sin

Meaning alive, mortality is the thing we do in perfection, written words that I'm all in.

Complicated the simplicity between equations' equal signs, pyramids and a fool in love

Dead and gone, here and now, out of nothing all a part of everything, subatomic above

As I lie, I lay dying within a shell of skin's bones and inner mechanics, evolved of Apes

Powers and empty vacuum cleaners rockin' the dimensions of Space's Time, ate grapes.

Kept me alive, again for a few moments past the time I was supposed to meet the One

It all wasn't my free choice because I am aware that there is nothing free, no, no choice

Freedom just a teeny tiny word that even Jimi and his ilk, me, myself & I can't get over

Jumped up and got down way low, below the ground without any luck, I got no lover.

Innocent and honestly without a wet dream or featured creature feature emission jizz

As a monk, a priest or just an innocent child with no sense of bad rhyme or reason

Indulging your surroundings, infiltration between your ears is inevitable, gods' son

You have full responsibility for your actions, you do the good, bad and my ugly jazz.

I know what you know, it's nothing and you know it, at least you should, so hey

Monsters out of your dreams and into your living existence of war and peace seas

Neither you nor I can agree on anything other than we're all gonna die, someday

Some way we don't have an inkling about, accident or disease or just sleep please.

Problem of speaking about the hormones in the formula and child's milk of nurture

You know, you're an animal, you know it takes sex to make more animals, I'm woke

Come on over to my side which is every side of the coin, on edge or either side I am

What I am is what I am like every other dead and alive thing, above & below, Bam!

Important or not, either way the end is on the way, stay up to date with your own fate

Paying the karma off or just a twist in the wind, luck of the draw in the mating date

Just because you think you're so pretty and smart means you should have another sin

Not in a garden of paradise, no apple to bite, middle finger upward, magic of my kin.

On stage for a moment until the exit sign lit-up above the stage doorway, 'ex' blinking

So it said literally "IT" in red, white background as if I didn't know it, I was thinking

Like my most significant other one that I elevate above my own 208 bones & breath

Her happiness Monday thru Sunday is all that matters, I'm the enforcer, I keep it Lit!

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r j j  stephan, i

Pearl Harbor Day 12-7-1941 #DayLivingInInfamyForver

{ My allowed Words of today while jammin' to @VanMorrison #SometimesWeCry in an infinite loop @ https://youtu.be/LqkrGPEdt34 }

#KIRSTY #RIP XO #NutbushCityLimits

COMEDY & TRAGEDY, STRIKE 3, EXIT STAGE RIGHT

Black as the darkness between the burning balls of gas during infinity’s reign

Calling balls, strikes, offsides, goals, homeruns, touchdown & end games of zero

Champions of runnin’ to and fro, runnin’ into one another & the brothers of Mo

And Curly and Larry and the rest of the stooges, a trio or a quartet, maybe so.

 

Mozart playin’ the Joe Satriani and Joe Bonamassa guitars as if they’re his own

Blow the chunks of rock and roll them down the mountain of megadreams of I’s

In every case, in the mode of formal logic, there’s only 4 possible cases of Truth

Either I’m right or I’m wrong, vampire-werewolf comin’ dead outta my mouth.

 

I am a GOAT, yes you have honored the inclination to recognize wisdom’s End

What I am is the closest to nobody and nothing that you can approach, I offend

You and my mother and father and my great grand folks I duplicated, DNA form

Matter is dirty, dead star leftovers, we guard The End as if it’s the Original Sin.

 

Outfield and backfields is out of your ballpark, your arena of work & play’s over

An illusion you’ve craved has been used, abused & taken for granted, my lover

The common ground can’t be found once you’re deaf, dumb & blinded by light

It’s what a man does, a man-fred kind, a dose of the road full of groupie might.

 

It ain’t my fault, it’s a faux pas of a creator which makes imperfect forms, eh?

It hurt so good that you just let it be right there where it wound up, deep sea

Of Jack and Diane or Carol & Richie, the thing itself rings inside the liberty bell

Words misspelled mean the same thing, essence precedes Man’s existence hell.

 

I’m what you’ve wanted to be, stoned out of the mind I inherited from my dad

My mom did what she could to cancel my culture, yet she failed, gods’ ‘re sad

Slaves do the work, drones, robots, men and women of letters or sub-humanity

Commercial robotics come between my soul and my utter excellence of all me.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Freezember VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Mardi @ 777 AMPST

{ High low ground zero as gravity is, gravity does…What would the fox say? }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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