#RIPPINriffs #SLAMMINbeats #RhythmRhyminRum #Snoop #DRE & #Devadip @CarlosSantana

HICKS ARE CUPPED INSIDE OF LOOSE LIPS, ROADKILL BACKROADS

Five will get you ten, am I right or wrong? Only if you have not reached the age of reason’s G-string
Hot cummerbunds around the world of wasted waists of grooms and the ushers of the coffin or ring Monosodium Glutamate & mononucleosis of the anonymous and the genius who began in blind faith
Full time for the holy cows, no more part-time retorts & symbolic gestures to stay on the beach bait.

Pretension and hypertension mixed in the eyes, nose & mouth, filling up the mind of the gods’ dump
For nothing but air, it’s easy to see right through it’s clear, opaque window, a dirty job, a cancer lump
Pulverize it into the dust of the cosmos, you’re as important as the end of the arm’s sequential tattoo
I got the panther on my shoulder, the anchor, the bluebirds, the bikini babe that winks at a live crew.

Boredom and a screwdriver or maybe a sledge hammer, it’s a mother’s injection of the reject sign
Hot or frozen ice, the star’s essence animates and disintegrates, piles of trials with smiles’ online
Hookin’ up at night or at daybreak after dawn like the rest of the fools and sinful wayfarers of mine
I knew your name but I forgot to call you my friend, sincere apologies lookin’ fired up to the nines.

Stacked up in the corner and piled up to the ceiling, hoarding all of the love I can get out of you
It was never for sale, I got it all for free being at the right place at the right time for leftists’ rights
Far right of the larger than life heads and tails of the animated beings, the all too humane plums
By lines of demarcation on the bigger than life Dicks we all know as fathers, brothers & godsons.

Holes are all empty of everything you know & love, all you’ll ever be able to do the impossible
Here & now, follow this origin to the bitter end, warm hut over on the sunnyside of hot as hell
I’m yellin’ all songs I never heard you sing, reading between the lines & blown brass horn air
Waiting up for you, it’s late but I know you’re comin’ home, you always do, s#it just ain’t FAIR.

My Chevy van never materialized for my delivery to the hereafter, neither did my GTO or coffin
Never drove into that tree, into that pond water, underneath the lily pads with the frogs of Sin
Monkey as I appeared to be to me in all reflections of Id, Ego & Superman dummy, it’s all karma
Paid & repaid the debts twice, for you & my fathers and brothers who smiled upon my Ma & Pa.

Shopped and unwrapped the goods, credit and debit for everyone, communista-fortunata idea
Just because y’all are conceived in a dark womb, with dictionary samples of a love to my Maria
I knew that I knew what I knew but I couldn’t prove anything at all to you or yours, academic Id
Deep within, there’s leftover darkness, light or dark, this is it, It’s all there is, westside story kid!

Guitars and congas, snares and saxophones, basses & 88’s all merge in one or two mamas high
Up above or down below headwinds, I feel her skin through my frozen bones of the black dye
Outerspace void without fission or fusion, absolute zero calculation of the cosmic estimation
Equals nothing, bald chills runnin’ up and down the spines of the Rock Nerves, a mortal’s Sin.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 3-8-2023 Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST
{ Drained the lizard of this masterpiece while jammin’ to #LIVE @Santana link @ https://youtu.be/8F-wrpBnE1g #LIVE VEGAS 1-28-2023 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BustABoneRhyme #WeedWhitesWine

FOG FAKES THE DEAL, ALIVE LIVER 

Eyes are always wide opened with the blinkin’ lids both above and below the windows to the holy soul
Light and the lack of it, the Dark are the qualities of all that I know, my epistemological certainty’s blow
Where I go to get away from the conflict of the yin and yang of the divine comedy, it’s no joke on yous
Nothing funny about being made the punch line of the humorless lackey, dominant subordinated blues.

Into the prepositions with the adjectives & pronouns jump the verbs & predicated nouns too subjective
Justice itself being no more than a ham sandwich, the least a philosopher’s stone can do is be objective
Whomever is first to the fortunate of being in the right place at the right time, the ghost injects venom
To go flowing inside your veins & arterial canals from head to toe, reflecting the cause of the full moon.

Inside of a baked souffle there are souled imitations of the Thing Itself, sacred, original form, Substance
Earth, Wind & Fire move in the Void and we get this & some other mutations of the Thing, the Form Id
Minions follow the leaders until they’re dead and gone, drank all of the whiskey, ale & beer for the Kid
Moved in an egg into dreamscapes of monetarist winner-losers of Wins’, Places’ & Shows’ dirty dance.

Alright three times but not a fourth or an infinite number of repetition of that mantra, it’s a damn movie
A guy in a car, says what he says ad infinitum, hence the rest of the saga, epic or mundane, it’s all I see
This wonderful world of pills and stone filtered water with or without the H2O, now that’s a bad trip man
Miracles and nothing but causes and effects of the Time in Space you get to see, nobody dies for old me!

Skies blue or grey, I’ve found are only the way I see it, the sky is an illusion of the eyeballs’ reception
Face the music, face the facts because you have no choice unless you’re at the precipice of extinction
Hope and pray you’re not, faith in the unknown universe’s holy mercy on our inanimate ebony shape
Paid for labor, taxed for Nothing but Air, saved for what is cancelled before you use it, old Zorro’s cape.

Sword slashin’ and knife slittin’ whatever needs to be let by a cut in the Singularity, near the matrix
Freedom’s illusion works the room, death is moot when the heart’s attacked by dead & gone tricks
Long, long ago before I was ever conceived by my fathers in heaven, there was Nothing at All, gods
Dreaming in color or not, I am I the middle of the lake, fishing in a rowboat with fly & spinning rods.

Pi is the 3.14 high in the sky, it’s imaginary yet all we have, the Truth, the Justice are the Germanic silk
As worms perform all of the work, the essence of the leftovers is the gold, the silver, the mother milk
No need or want for another thing if you’ve got everything that exists, everything that exists, we must
Even everything that will be eventually won’t be at some spin of the Earth, this is It, In God Men Trust.

Nothing I have ever sensed in this life on Earth is my possession, even with a title or license, it’s a loan
Repaid upon the soul’s exit from the 208 bones you leased for this Life, that’s Life in a fast lane’s koan
Moronic behavior exhibited by the all too human intelligentsia which peruses the zoos of the kinfolk
Finale awareness of all of this, origin to ends is what happens before the lights go out for your choke.
by
rjj stephan, i
c. Mardi, March VIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
{ #KilledAWord listenin’ to @EricChurch link @ https://youtu.be/ta3r6l6HOjM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.

God in an eye of a needle, here, now, then, there and whenever else I determine is necessary & sufficient for my deductions . . . Its a BLACK HOLE, son!

LIONS & WOLVES ROAM THIS PLANE, BEGAN WITH A POINTED DOT, @SkynyrdsDEAD RIP g.r.

I see your points and your lines of the angles & shapes of the prevarication of divinely awakened woke
I will tear up the features of creatures who evolved out of the muck and mire of heaven’s wait for s#it
Planet of rocks so hard that you need H2O to make it a big, bad muddy body of liquid gas, ‘til it’s broke
Mothers opened the vault to the entry of the worst idea God’s ever had, a violent intercourse deposit.

Periodic eras of this dirty rock blooming with bacteria, acid of the hydrogen and chloride mix, bone dry
All in one flashback from the origin to the bitter end, it’s the imaginary life once again, dream in a dream
Nobody knows why so they manufacture the reasons and the rhymes to sing their songs & get real high
Like the smoke and hard candy infused with the flowers’ of Mescalito, the Trippin’ Jock of all trades’ pie.

Thinking outside of the cubical box with six sides, nor more nor less, it’s all you get in a old baby boomer
Absolutely a void outside of the atmosphere, too far from the planets & other astral bodies’ flying saucer
Shadows on the four walls, nothing on the floor nor the ceiling, all of the real things unseen, I’m killin' IT
Not really the cold ice nor the boiling gas of Hydrogen & Oxygen, aliens come on Earth, nothing but net.

I personally will repeat this more than once, in fact, probably will repeat ad nauseam for the maize of It
All the popcorn, the corncobs full of the crow’s favorite ingestion, popped open to melt in your ol’ gullet
Ancestors and all of us and our descendants just a bunch of rag dolls for the Big Daddio now an alien’s It
Financial support for mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters & sons, leave ‘em all too human scat.

Honey nuts and the peace and love you get from the health that avoids death like the plague
I mean nothing more than it is exactly what it is, a rejection of a blown, supernova bag of wind
Mankind’s Woman has nothing to do with anything, themselves created forms & shapes of gas
Now who to blame? Who’s responsible for the love and the war between random Rando’s, lass?

Only you know and I know, it’s a violent rape of the innocent and calmness in a divine nightmare
Can’t wake up, always unconscious and never to live and die like the all too human peach & pear
Plants and animals, rocks and water in the middle of nowhere, it’s all there is, man, click a tongue
Click, click, I got my cash invested in my food, pleasure and refused trash, I sang a song, I’ve sung.

Pudding @Jello or not, you will be treated to the essence of Homer’s & Marge’s brightly lit masks
Behind which there’s nothing special, general or particular, nothing obvious as all too human tasks
Eating, sleeping, trashing the planetary idiots who speak easy or spoke no word, extinction android
Fathering the End, forward or backward, up or down to the core where it began begetting the Void.

I got your attention now, I’m gonna give you the business now that you’re ready to defend a realm
@Skynyrd’s shadows that wanted to stay living & silent, murder food to eat, a free agent’s Science
In the beginning, before the Big Bang the clocks on the walls weren’t there, not even One hourglass
All shadows moving on the cave walls, fire and smoke killing the young and the old, a dried-up arse.

Bloggers are silent for the duration of Time; nobody will know the pablum force-fed mother’s poker
Free liberty for all the minions who do not think, therefore they are not even alive anywhere closer
Then a One parsec distance of the formula from the genetically manipulated Petrie dish of DNA/RNA
A-Z, linguistic perspectives merged into this invisible feeling, senseless cybersex’ evil genius’ foreplay.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, March VIth, MMXXIII @ 711 AMPST 

{ Shirt-On, UPSIDE-DOWN, Shirt-Off, jammed while listenin’ to @Armstrong_Getty on @kste650AM link at Talk 650 KSTE - Where Sacramento Comes to Talk link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ & @GaryRossington solos on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9mwPu3luGDg )
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
#WORDSup #WordsWorth