#RecurringFiction #MonsterUnderMyBed2 #RollWithThisYouSonOfMyMothersBrothers

OVERSTIMULATED PINE, NEVERMORE & A HONKY'S FIRED UP HEARTBEATS
Believe simplistic complications based on Kantian categorical imperative phonecalls
Whatever is the most expedient way of the myriad of ways to survive extinction hells
Over when it's over for mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers can't help it, deep dive falls
Alpha to Theta from the Big Bang to the Singularity, fear the unknown, forget about it.

What good will the worry and fretting about the uncontrollable do for you?  No good!
Evil is just Live spelled backward & which tool gets rid of the waste?  Boys in the hood!
No police or firemen, no troops to fortify a breach of the top brass, a 5 star generality
At war or peace, humanity won't share the wealth with alien blood from any old city!

Sack the cities, terminate the males and indoctrinate and assimilate the females, voila!
It is done, conquered masses from ancient and modern historical records, worship GA!
Sacrifice the goods and the bads but keep all of the uglies close to your soul's widget
That thing that you take with you when One heart stops pumpin' holy red, where I set.

Philistines & the riff-raff I've garnished from the evolution of apes, all meet here, now
Played games to pass the time and attempt to cancel the culture of men's & women's
Unidentified mothers & fathers, sisters & brothers meet to vote the fate of my minions
Here, now, there, then, before & after a @RAMBO, as #woke as tic-tacs in ol' moscow!

I'm judging myself, on the clear color of my skin, it's 100% scarred from mom's sunburn
Red color of blood when it hits the air but it's blue when it runs deep in the well of pain
To keep you alive when the whole Earth begins it's consummation of you & your soul
Animated bones, 208 of them, some broken, some buried six feet down under a hole.

Some call the hole, the empty place where nothing resides away from it all, simple Id
Ego-desire & unneeded ilk from a genome inherited from apes who do what gods did
Nothing but eating, relieving the recycled matter and dreaming, sleeping ad infinitum
Think about it, ain't no aliens!  We're Earth, The Ones, The universe, flotsam & jetsam.

Horns honkin' to get the attention of the walkers and joggers, look at me, I'm so cool
Yet not so hot to be one of the honks before you're hit and banged into oblivion's pool
Where you wind up, we'll all wind up, all seven continents full of living & dead, caput
A moment in time, healthy, diseased, starved or satiated, wisdom & power I am, soot.

Last chance to become aware of the nature of this beast and the reason for being alive
Any body that was conceived, born & dies had a moment, before you get to drive a car
To recollect Ones who came before us all, imagine fruit of a sweet dream's hangin' jive
Monkeys gained weight from egg to being microbial metabolization, so, here we are.

Crash & burn just before the finals, before I got my degree in being all over, skullbone
Cannot freeze the fish in the ice water, they love it colder than a witch's teat, yeah son
I sang some & quoted ravens on the runway without my wings down, banged a 6 gun
Motherload's motherline, broke hearts, cross bones down, singled-flatlines, die alone!

by
rjjstephan1
c.  Samedhi, March Twenty, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Drafted to @Elvis #BabyWhatYaWantMeToDo 13 minutes ALIVE again, link @ https://youtu.be/A1sasglxDPs & #LittleSister https://youtu.be/55ak4ubAbIY }
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#WomenMadeEggMen #Thoughts? #WeddingFacemaskCHINA #TRIPPINGonAirForceOne

 
MARCHING MADNESS OF MARVELOUS MONKEY-SHINES IN A VOID *

Perennial spent spunk used to push the First Cause closer to the Final Effect of cosmic menudo
Punks and innocent babes from First Cause's conception to the funeral pyre, earth, wind, fire
Ghosts inside of the bones and skin must be given up if you can't pump blood & breathe gas
Nothing personal in the finality but you have an ego and superego ruled by an id, think fast.

Inside or outside of Time and Space is a projected concept from the hilarious comedian, God
Either there is one or more or there isn't anything at all other than us, you, me, end of the day
We're going to be One from the Many we used to be, merged within a holy matrix of the dead
Atomic, molecular or fully a dream within a dream, a vision all inside of your own mind's head.

Infants don't know and the ancient, still lucid ones left above and below the ground, yell loud
Pay attention to the game, you're a player and you have a limited arsenal of power to be proud
Frankly and without any future politically incorrect spin, I am right and you're wrong, see sons?
You are not me therefore you're in a huge group, everybody on Earth, millions maybe billions!

Safe in a hole in the wall with an iron hatch, combination 36-24-36 disinformation rant a spin
Time and Space issued the creation form the Void of Nothing with a Word, nothing from a Bose
Pink to violet in wavelengths and frequencies that created atoms mutated into random Randos
It's all there is, not what you want & not what you need because you don't exist, you're sleepin'.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, March 19th, 2021 A.D.
{ Drafted while jammin' to @SpyVsSpy #BestCartoonHits on youTube link @  *BadNamesBounceOffMeAndStickToYou #MonkeysWithoutBalls #ImRubberYoureGlue z]

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#BucksDontStopHere #KeepMovinPunks

ST. PAT SQUASHED AN ASP IN HOLY NOTRE DAME, ESMERALDA <3's QUASIMODO PIOTR*
I was in the cave in the darkness, as if inside my mother's empty womb, eatin' sugar, hot human
It's alright that I have diseases caused by the gestation of nine months from one cell, atom signs
All invasive of my mother's sacred oneness, where I come from, it's no lie my friend, mice & men
Put yourself in one of the rocket ships humanity launched up above and beyond Earth's cloud 9's.

First breath, a final choice to enter doors of perception, 7th senses of what the Substance I am Is
Kissing lips and the skin covered skull and bones, loved from all haters and extinct users of Forms
Here today and gone tomorrow like a moron or an idiot, with or without you alone, ah the worms
Computers matter to the powerless, take the computer away and shut down the tide of alien fizz.

Here's a shock, electric or just momentum bump of atomic, matter forms of animation, live light
When the light goes out of the thing itself, the thing is dead and gone, there's nowhere else to go
High or low, above or below this spinnin' conglomeration of star dust, beloved mama from a papa
Signs pointing to Truth but it hurts to know It, no more than a somnambolistic conundrum, Ga!

I will leave it all behind me, so will you but it matters like the stones blown out of a volcano flow
Melted, liquid rock and pebbles at a higher level of irresponsibility, we're all human, we are slow
No standards of the humanity and divinity were written on the slabs of slate, water cut the rock
Drunk and baked like the Jimmy Fallonesque comediennes, blown to bits to bytes, do not mock!

Socking it away or socking it to me means that words mean something but well, the beat goes on
To the ends of the game you and I play now and may or may not ever again, depends on the gods
Whomever and whatever the philosophy of life happens to be, in the pig stye of the barnyard fun
Cancelled this culture and all of the ones that came before It, 10 commands of Substance is done.

From pre-Socratic to post-Reagan eras, we inherited the trends of RNA's woke code for extinction
Above and within a shape of skeletons that infect the acid that flows from volcanoes and the jive
Simple to stay in an innocent infant mind. complex to remain wise and impervious to ignorant sin
Paid the price, awakened terminal slumber of waygone minds, unmoved mayhem, a deeper dive.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, March 17th, 2021 Anno Domini #SaintPatrickDay2021 #TheBingeAnniversary50
{ Drafted while PUMPIN' PUMPERNICKLE & jammin' to the #Riverdance for @PapaFrancis in @Ireland link @ https://youtu.be/H7pF67oOgOY }
* The header for this piece is from some lit up caves in
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#NoTimeForChumpsOrChimps #IAmMyGuyInTheSong #God!

PHILOSOPHER'S ROW, ONE TIME IN A JELLY ROLL, THE 'Y'* IS SILENT
I got the lead out of my caboose pops, you always checked my jive and it's all 'bout the 'mate
Check that pops, it's all in the way you play the game, know the rules, play out the game's fate
Hard roads to be above and below this plane of a geometric spherical cuboid, my mother's #Six
I had it and even though I was all gone from the year I knew I could escape the crowded nest fix.

Oldest son, eldest sibling and the One of the neighborhood hotties' apples of their eyes, The Guy
Me?  Yes, very understated, common, humble & cream of the crop, got loaded with cherry seeds
Nobody alive and no proof that anyone dead is even a micron better than a perfect ten, stars lie
Exception to the rules nobody knows, commandments or theorems to replace the lost corollaries.

Punky named after his grandfather, Punk, the big boy on the block until the Man & hoodlumhood
Mercy to the ones who blow away doctors & nurses who used to be the skin in the game's food
Babies die & babies live to be old men & old women who complain about living just to blow me
When all of the smoke clears away, blown by the jobs that dry up with the rivers of melted snow.

One day or another, can't remember, some #Karen or another, don't really matter, Eve's A+ #DNA
A smile and a laughing inner spirit showing what's hidden inside the skin and bones, form of #Ga
Uncommonly perfect, a spherical circle of 360 degrees or a cubed square of 360 interior degrees
Masters and Doctors of philosophers' Words, inclusion of alpha numeric scribble of divinity's seas.

Croon & play the strings, lit fires to twang the feelings inside, chills creep up your spine's mainline
One flame from the fire that went out like a light many astronomical units ago, a star's fate, mine
Momentum from standing still for eternity, being an Unmoved Mover, neither more nor less, son
World's been flown & sailed by US, neutrons we are, pole to pole, spun like an electronic proton.

All profits leftists left behind when suckin' rightists souls, mouths gape wide open, phyuq* fame
To the left or to the right, nobody but you and your wild guess hold the key to the padlock Void
Slipped away into the unknown or into the fadin' spark of darkness, as above, so below, a game
Talkin' to you, pHd woman, the doctorates of philosophy, teachers, dead poets' wisdom to avoid.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March Sixteenth, Twenty Twenty One Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST
{ #LikeAStampToALetter bled out of my gizzard while listenin' to @MaryWells #MyGuy in a loop, thought she meant ME!  LOLs  Hmmmm I report, you decide link @ https://youtu.be/2-0zdLN3u8Q }
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#HackTheHacksHackers #MentalCase #BevisAndButthead #YoungGunsII @SinkThePink @IronButterfly @ACDC #BewareTheIdesOfMarch

#Customlink to #SinkThePink #SAMIAmAFan

----------------------------------It's Epic, So Just Skip It ----------------------------------
ON BEING THE IDES OF MARCH 2021 ANNO DOMINI, #Supernova I am, Sam!
Crease in your trousers reveal the mother's influence, the grandmother's starched collar seams
Punks on the corner never knew the feeling of getting straight A's and a cash reward from Moms
Being inside of the outside makes a big difference to the mainstream media, I report, I decided
Monkeys need more than guidance, the apes need a memory of the things themselves too, see?

Speaking of nothing, where are you going when you die?  I think you have the inside dope on it
Spill the beans and let the entire world of psychic phenomena display the meaning of this sheet
From the origin, the genesis to the final ending, drop dead gorgeous girls and handsome boys too
For the sake of ignorance & idiocy, the genome is entertaining magic spell of seeping sepsis pooh.

Everywhere you go to sit down to eat or lay down to sleep and rest is owned by Powers-That-Be
Before I got here & after I'll leave the premises of the winding roads of Valhalla & Big Apple blow
All of them lead to the identical place in space where the angels all fear to go, don't tread on me
The wrath of the wraith may surprise some who've been sheltered, where warriors & gnomes go.

Five or six senses all at One with the only idea you've inherited from the Oneness itself, rocks roll
Downhill only and settling on the ground's bottom, the arse of being on Earth, paradise of spaces
Time imaginary revolutions, spinning the Word to complete the terminal mission, transit in a hole
Black or white, red or blue makes a simple mind into a non-sequitur argument for the gods' faces.

I did not deliver or pickup the boxes, simple minds like mine only open them for Pandora & Maria
For what this is worth to Ones who have no idea what the value of knowledge is, a feckless sharia
By the way, if there's a dead man or woman whose name cannot be said, here's a Word deadman
Cocked trigger, loaded gun, ammo high & dry, powder's in a keg, Supernova?  S.A.M., I AM a fan!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, The Ides Of March, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Cocked, locked and loaded for bear, 50 .cal on the bull's eye, #ShotsFired @YoungGunsDeux on youTube https://youtu.be/ylvuRp2IG-g }
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#sinkTHEpink

@CarlosSantana 2021 A.D. #CONCERT #Ariba #Salute #WheresTheKeyNow?

 #FUEGO

#AGUA

A PHILOSOPHER DREAMED A STONE & IT TURNED TO REDBONE

I followed y'all elders deep into the interior it, a kilometer high, where wisdom rules free atoms
Nothing comes in or goes out without the knowledge of the only one that matters, it's just me
Not you or yours, I'm not so sorry to say that you've been deceived by deeper funk, azure sea
It is certain to destroy your image of Earth, subtract every drop of H2O and you too, we'll see.

It's like a monster rock without a beginning or end, no garden of paradisaical, Eden drama-domes
Ghouls and monsters under the cribs and bunk beds to make the kids grow into a battle A-drones
Ready to fight to the finish, just like the cartoons taught us in the 50's & 60's, black on white tea
Mothers mixed & fathers fixed so that not only are we ready but we're willing to fight to be free.

Certain illusions of magic are slights of hand with some fairy dust crushed into the mix, mortared
Never go back to Georgia where the sweet peaches fell far from the trees, so out carbohydrated
Lard in the bread, the tortillas and the freaky manna that falls from the welfare AFDC cloudy sky
Into the mouths of the innocent babes, mothers made by accident, git government mules to pay.

Mummies hidden for a reason, decrepit bodies of men and women, our mothers and fathers stink
Souls ain't there you bunch of little drones, grow the phuque up or become dust earlier than then
It is what they want, whomever they may be, they're both dead and alive, a secret society of jive
Depend on your mother's inseminators until they die, say what?  Sons of beaches, I sink the pink!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Sunday, March 14th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Jammed out of the world's alphabetical anomaly while listenin' to @Santana #LegacyEdition #NobodyToDependOn & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/amEer__zXdE }
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<3 NATURALLY <3

#NeverBeAndNeverNotBe #SamIAmSlammin' #GreenEggsAndHam

#FIRE

#SMOKE

 

 
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I'LL NEVER LOSE MY TOUCH, SO ROLL WITH ME, BABY!
@LedgeOfLakeTahoe #RockWithMeBaby #RollWithItBaby #BlownMindRequired
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MARCHING TO THE 14 STEPS, ROLLIN' WITH IT BABY!

Baked ingredients mixed into a hodge podge & menudo of the freedom wills
Fanatics baskin' in their laurels, pretending to be cool families, high foothills
Fakes & shams of the many aren't for the One, decided to be a hotsy of burns
Greed and desire are for the way leading over the cliff and there's no returns.

It'll all fall down whether you like it or not, before you know it you're all gone
In the middle of the day or the night, an imaginary spin around a block's bone
Right back where we all started, down inside of the bones of our mama, God!
If and only if this is a dream, then God is asleep and won't be #Woke hot rod!

Thinking that you exist is a joke on you and your kin, swallowed the hook too
Line and sinker were caught in the river rocks and I cut the line loose in two
My mind saw the jumping giant head and tail of a 30 pound silver rascal fish
Not on my #8 hook for long, swam away with a slam of the tail upon the dish.

Who cares that I spent the millennia rollin' with sweet honey, in the hole's Ace
In the fishing hole from Hades, where only wise men fear to go, up in my face
Been drinking, eating and smoking for 70 years and just about to tale a whirl
Startin' to lose my teeth and my touches of the soft female skin, of her soul!

The rice wasn't crispy man, the flakes weren't corn and money wasn't gold
Cash was king if you could find the paper that didn't burn, as silver or copper
Melted down to the liquid of the origin, the star stuff of the sun, our creator
Nothing would be possible without the burn, the crash was optional, Be Old!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Marche 14th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Drafted while jammin' to @StevieWinwood #RollWithItBaby on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }
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