#WhatDoYouSay? #Peace/out #DuckDuckDuckGoose

WTF? BATCHIT AERODYNAMIC OPS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 27, 2020

- - - - -    #NUTCASES & #BravoZuluFunk  - - - - -

A happier birthday than the one you’ll never have is way gone, it’s out of sight, out of mind

To fly with or without your body is a good thing, it’s better than crawling or slithering, a sign

Of the stops and gos and the cautions regarding the danger to come, just ahead of the Time

When the past time has become what is right here and now, just before it drops a thin dime.

Monkeys and birds are all that’s left of the arc of the world flood, the last hope of Earth H2O

All that’s left over from the big bang around here is a moon, a planet, deep space and a mojo

Your mama and papa may or may not have helped the situation, being young, stupid or both

Yet here you are tryin’ to figure out what burning leaves in a bong might be, the gods’ meth.

All of the mixed chemicals and gases in subatomic and macromachine fiddlesticks, bear smoke

Fire everywhere when the spark causes a flame of ultraviolet blue, light in the dark, be woke

Or never complain about the nature of the beast you refused to control, remained fast asleep

Are you in or are you out of the pilot’s seat? Are you strapped in and counting down to leap?

Three, two, one, blastoff from the foundation of all that humanity has ever gleaned from Love

Being nothing more than a resistance to kill and eat the flesh n’ bone of the bloody con above

Up or down in any direction east, west, north or south, there’s nothing but an empty vacuum

You and I will die just like all who came before and all who’ll subsequently be, the overcome.

Pointing to the direction of the thing itself, attention is drawn to It in proportion to it’s colors

Purple, pink, silver and black all enhance the thing itself in it’s appearance to the final scores

Everybody wins and nobody loses because this is neither a game nor a mystery, we’re the fizz

If everything’s everything and nothing’s nothing, then Nothing at all is, all too human kids!

I got a vaccine for your virus that will kill the RNA and reverse degeneration into obliteration

It will cost you dearly, to find the truth of where Corona virus was created on Earth, do a shot

Maybe two or three down the hatch, Jose Cuervo or Jack Daniels puts the spirit in the mood

For the slap in the face, the slam onto the canvas or the stab in the back, we are God foo-food.

At Kiddieland on North avenue, we spent our thrills on rides before cool ice cream joint blow

Father, mother, sisters and brothers are way up country, too far gone to reverse a slam dunk

What I do now with left over SuperNova ends, killin’ It, wisdom dissolving in a wad of funk

Last word of the last thought, who you are, why you were here, ends in a gasp, ‘Aw, hehl no!’

You know it’s a long way to the top now, long time trying to get there, Satan’s hell’s bells rung

There’s no ending as there was no beginning, corona viral illusion virgin birth, test tube dung

Something that’s actually nothing at all, left over dead bones at the end, no soul, no life body

Move from a First Cause makin’ a Word flesh, I’m it now, we’re it now, an ox-burden of One.

Eat the bats and snakes and rats with the genes to extinguish your genome, consume it dead

Alive won’t work, too much wiggle and resistance to the bite of sharp incisors and canines all

Moving the living into the dead, the refused fuel dump of the homo sapiens, high in the head

Fired up smoke left over from a Big Bang, this Way of a Warrior, a knife and sword, last call!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, February 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Drafted on my pops birthday, RIP @AlbertRichardStephan (93 years young sir!) #MakeMyDay #AreYouTalkinToMe? ...& listenin’ to the SOUNDTRACK OF M.A.S.H. the Series #NakedBet Season 1, link @ https://youtu.be/446xrl7d_AI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?