#CantRecallCantRemember #NoCanDo #Reaper #Cash #Church #TittiesBar

BURNT DEAD SCROLLS OF THE SEAS, OF ARISTOTHENES & CARVED CV + RS
God damned the idea of this Earth's platform to be spherical and empirical logic & wisdom
Memory of the ancient dream's origin, the unconscious realm of angelic, disembodied some
Bruno put some fire in the cosmic extraterrestrial evolution of DNA or a cosmic, power milk
Which form of forgetfulness do you choose, know thyself or pretend to be a slave of gods' ilk.

Forget about what you never knew and just now discovered, that form comes in & out of her
Mothers of Earth will look about them from ground to the sky and above the inner space here
Middle road running everything in sight one way, from the alpha to the omega, it will end It
Creator and the created can be everything it is, all of it is One & that One is for All, God's spit.

Death ends life and life doesn't spontaneously combust from Nothing but the Void, it's magic
Like it always was it will always be, a wise, epic phraseology mutation of Wording hella flesh
Pain of the labor my female friends and relatives have given this world to nurture the species
Of human wisdom and the problematic philosophy of a sceptic, there is now mine, up for air!

Masters and the students progress from quantum subatomics to recollection of suchness, Id
Errors unfold the essence of eternity, blinded by a kind of light, ultravioletish infrared CoVid
Monkey bites on the bytes full of frankincense and myrrh or some other dust off of the floor
Not putting you on, I never would for any reason, unless drugged & passed out, at One blur.

Four eyes behind the persona that mutates at will, multiple personalities in a rubic's ol' ally
9 moves & all sides are side-specific, everything is broken tails, silver, bronze, old rolled gold
Shapes of the unlimited infinite spontaneously become conceived and so begin to mitotically
Blue and silver for the colors of the Rolls, nothing matters, if it did I'd know, so pray for me.

Eagles fly and land, mate and eat the prey of the gum chewin' hillbilly boned and far too high
Lacking any other reason for being alive other than accidentally on purpose, off an IUD or pill
Just because I thought you were so pretty, cuter than a bug in a rug & that it ain't a white lie
It's what the hell's already gone, ultimate power makin' Aristothenes magic, my queen's chill.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  July 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 PMPST
{ Minted in uncirculated condition under the influence of a miracle on Speckle Way & listenin' to @EricChurch #ColdOne & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/4LZt4CfrfiU }
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#RidinLikeMaryTheWindIsBlowinMySails #Hendrix #Cross

ALREADY GONE APES-CHIT, RIDIN' DIRTY ON HEAVEN'S STAR STAIRWAY
Keep trippin with a loaded gun in hand & you're gonna give up the ghost of a lyin' royal blue soul
Like it or not, it's the way it is and how it's always going to be, l like it in a big 'ol, deep black hole
Mesmerized by the vacant looks of expecting mothers of invention smokin' & swallowin' the dope
In the style all babies see when firstborn into a world of swirl, homespun shaken St. Peter's Pope.

Titties and beer for the last time, just like the first time is the last time you'll know it, all of these
Most comin' & going in and out of laced panties all my girlfriends wore before happy hour lastcall
Bums and junkies failing blood alcohol & drug tests & still gettin' masters' and a PhD, so pleeease
A million days I work and a million days I get high and drunker than skunks, likin' all calls to bawl.

Sycophantish followers both inside and outside of my 8 ball box, it's a sarcophagus' rubber ball
Always within, always without me, I come & go, 'til I made a come back in a pack of Pall Mall
1st cigarettes smoked, Lucky Strikes or Camels straight, no filter, rolled up my short ol' sleeve T
Drunk on Pepsi & 7Up carbonation up my nose, 19 & change, touring Viet Nam pain in country.

Rhythm and rhyme puttin' the chops down, in a groove to let you knock yourself out original sin
Like a grand slam breakfast or home run, either way it goes all the way from there & back again
Drums beatin' the alpha & omega to begin and end with, since it's only a sandman's dreamscape
Awake & woke, done for like a steak well done, back in an invisible groovin' out of Ur to Harlem.

In the DNA of Uncle Sam and the children of his wife who gave me a copy of Hesse's Glass Beads
Put the entire origin of the known universe into my particular perspective, a lad's jumped creeds
Not so professional, self proclaimed wise man of letters, PhD in Metaphysical embrace of me/One
What It is, stay up late all along the watch tower of Jojo's Earth asphalt, bitchin' plan, All's done!

On a motorcycle, layin' down the vibes from two rubber tires and a hundred pounds of metal sin
Formed out of a million things, shining in the sun, starting up now, ridin' into a sunset soso soon
I didn't want to leave but somebody had to & I didn't want to impose on anyone else, so be doom
Pork, beef, fowl, honeybee sweet as honey, life on Earth eating one another to stay alive in skin.

Nobody wants to remain in deterioration state for eternity, it's mercy killing or die while dreamin'
Of the sheep and the fools who rule the conscious awareness with the moral imperative of milkin'
Cows, goats and the women keepin' the dream alive, the species recombination of genes in glee
Enjoying 10 orgasmic shudders in error, a necessary condition, purple Eagle is once again, free!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, July 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:25 AMPST
{ Drafted while @ChristopherCross FORCE-FED #RideLikeTheWind down my throat, link @ https://youtu.be/ur8ftRFb2Ac }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
 

#CopperheadRoadBiteMeHard @HallAndOates @SteveEarl #PressHereHard #TakeMyBreathAway

A HEADFUL OF TONY'S PONY TAIL, ROADKILL HAIRCUT, BEHEADED
It's always been about California girls, even if they came from New Jersey
Long as I first saw her in a golden sunlight's melted asphalt & a cement sea
Didn't matter after a moment, nothing else lived, died quick, evolutionless
One narrow way always short & sweet, it's hid 'tween us & a restlessness.

I got lost on a trail & I didn't ever really swallow lost or found third wishes
Genie knew what I needed from a bank of egos, swam away like sailfishes
Wandering from school to school & finally hooked, snagged by fool's gold
Bills to pay for the unused, unkempt, hairy unknown, promised to get old!

Goods are the things you and I need, not the opposite losses of everything
Changed effects of the causes since the first day that began a solutioning
Problems arose at random from Big Bang, random acid collisions of Matter
Blown out crystal balls inside nothing but TNT in me, I phuqd up the fear.

I got taught, to play, to work, to live and die wherever I found the Space
Could be anywhere in time from 1951 on to the present and future hopes
Common or complex, crazy or sane in the Word and the Deed, mindful eye
One, two, three or four of them, shadows look identical, Void of ol' daddy.

Picnics around swimming pools are all over with the murder, clowns' grins
Scrawny punks who watched and learned the ins and the outs of evil's Sins
Obey law now, you're the one that'll die when it's time to pay for a crime
Space makes way, rubber souls come & go, infinity's deep, a higher rhyme.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, July 16th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST
{ #OpineFromZionopolis drafted while listenin' to @EricChurch #TheSnake on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4VeRO2eE1iU }
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#SynchronizeWatches #ClockSickTimeNoMore #GoodToGoDown #ChangeNeverneverLand #ThisMEANsWAR #FooFighters #WARtheBand @ChildishGambozo #DMVcounterFooFittin'

 👀@Armstrong_GettyRadioShow👀👂 #YoureAChild💜👌

AVOID SYNCHRONICITY, FAKE TATTOOS, SEX SLAVERY & HOT, EMPTY BLUE SKY

Swimming in the carbohydrates and protein of eating the Self, Earth's divine cannibal's holy food
Forms of plant and animal ready for extinction or survival, eating each other, oh so phuqin' good
Proms are over now, Summer is movin' on to the Fall, you Spring until a too cool, corona Winter
Abused by the oligarch or the monarch in the glass warehouse of sweet leaf's bunk complicater.

Dead humans uneaten, buried or burned skin & bones, most man-organs, except souls departed
Drunk in the back seat of my mother's car, got bit by a shark and a rabid mongoose, sunbathed
Nothing matters any more except that Life has finally reared it's ugly head, it's too short for man
I don't want to live for another minute if I can't be immortally alive forever, what a joke, a scam.

Study freedom and you'll find the sheep going directly over the cliff with the herd of ooga booga
Species specifically animates the good, bad and beautiful, nothing is hideous unless nothing is me
I am hideous both inside & outside of your own conscious awareness, you live & you're gonna die
Truth helps you live your miserable existence like a bug, without effort, being or not being so shy.

Gym shoes for gym rats and just regular poison traps for the rats that roam boxcars in RR yards
To find where the monkeys get their food is the first stop when lookin' for garbage food & birds
Sleepin' in the orange and blue lean-to tents near levees and RR tracks, it's where the riff raff chits
In our air and water, passing along the bacterial infections and CoVid19 virus & it's variant bullIt.

I'm younger than you, I'm older than your mother and your father, much older trolls, deadmen
On deathbeds I laughed before the ends, in each and every case, tilt your moon & it's an omen
Climate changes naturally in a solar system, atrophy by gravitational collapse's infinite expander
A serial fabulist exists in idiot boxes & you listen to neither buffoons' nor a genius' mortal sinner.

Pigs don't talk but I do and I will, lookin' at a pigs face lends no satisfaction to a hopeful life's end
Being sausage or bacon, not to mention organic hodgepodges and the actual feet in a pickle vat
What in good times are we going to do when we're all gone & leave the Many in charge of it all?
We're screwed worse than you've imagined, it's now a stairway to heaven, it looks like all hehl.

Just chill and relax, chillax in the water's straits, your portfolio works without your attention too
Cluster bomb ground 0 & see what's up when fallout reorganizes into a pile of trials with smiles
All in the family, in the middle or at either end of the straight and narrow line, a path azure blue
Cornucopia of dankness, froze bud with or without you, One head to hand, watermelon Styles!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July XVI, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ Rubbed 17 brain cells together whilst listenin' to @HarryStyles #WatermelonSugar on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/E07s5ZYygMg &  @Armstrong_Getty on @kste650AM #Redbone @ChildishGambino on the @TonightShow with @JimmyFallon link @ https://youtu.be/ezbsbkqoRrs }
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#LostInSpace #AdInfinitum #WaitWhatNoWay #TooMuchSoulForGravitationalCollapse #BlackHolyTheorecticalPhysics

3 DESPERADOES LOST ONE IN THE TUNNELS, HENNY PENNY'S HEAD SAID IT
The hairy operation is academic, power of positive drinkin' since I was knee high to spooky tooth
That fire burns hot and ice freezes you stiff as a corpse only brittle like a set of atomic false teeth
Helping you to your second helping that you'll never finish in one sitting, any song's about today
Amazing joke, forgettable 60 seconds, nothing personal 'bout anything itself, humor fadin' away.

Remember yourself once you die because those you leave behind will only dispose of your mass
In a barrel over a waterfall or undersea with Davy Jones, perhaps just food for the carnivore ass
Moving the unmoved mover to get experience being the First Cause of everything & a black hole
It's right there in front of even the blindman's eyes, still in the sockets full of rods, cones & soul.

Close to the mind, the brain it's inside of and the pretension and expectation of voided reason
In the case of a spontaneous combustion of the star we call the sun, no God making it be One
Our whole philosophical perspective may be turned upon it's head, being over heels in a tin bar
Not that you're responsible for being an accident of conception, birth & death, indeed, you are.

Inside of you where nobody else gets to feel the compassion and mercy for yourself, it's whirlin'
Like a dervish, spinnin' like being dizzy in the head is the status quo, as if it's a way to be, um no
Nothing against being antievolutionary for the weak molecules and atoms of the human swirlin'
Mitosis in a maelstrom of atomic fission and fusion then due to gravitational collapse, I'm ridin'.

Radical hippies and gypsies rambling around the planet until the Roots began the rule of the Elf
Wanting to remain in one place & stopping the rambling-gambling, sweet & sour fruit of nothing
You come from the North or the South poles and anywhere else among 7 continents on the shelf
All for One, I'm One for all, you've found a godspell put on me until I go lightsout in a boxing ring.

Spectacular to be in the middle of the spirit's amorphous form, I got what I got, happy as a boar
Philosopher of history and wasted time from dusk until dawn, pretending it means so much more
God thanked folks by handin' out sinner's spanks for your dark Id's reversal of being all too human
Rules believed, broken, disobedience to positive thinking about matter, Way of the warrior, Man!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, July 14th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST
{ Dr. Saxlove blowin' note on #GreenJazzVolFive #ChillGrill #GreenOut link @ https://youtu.be/ctpOUkzDgvw }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#LastOneInIsAllOfThat #It #Her #IgorsEgo & #FrankensteinYounger #SpringsteenConcertEnding

EXTINCTION OF SPECIES, MATTER & ENERGY UNDERTAKING IDIOTS' DNA FORM
A wise-ass one, two, three, four, five, step ahead, six, seven if you're dressed to the nines you're ten
But why did you need to know how to defend yourself from being attacked by apemen, bad self Zen
Unexpected expectations of everything at all times, wherever tricked to struggle in vain, him or her
Sons and daughters alike, it makes absolutely no difference if you have X's, Y's, Z's or breathe, neither.

Songs from the silence that came from the daily dawn until the last one I'd never see, in you, in me
I have a wish, a hope, a dream that the Earth and it's inhabitants were immortal gods of Ish KaBible
Even once understood or thrice misconstrued into the substance and form of what will never, ever be
It's not being mean to find the Truth and repeat what you've found out loud, in speech or in scribble.

Monopoly over One, a single bit of knowledge & wisdom, joy of a philospher's lode stone, Platonic old
Socrates & Aristotle's frozen hydrogen & oxygen too far from the sun to evaporate clouds' below gold
Death is staying watch, whether you like it or not, it's out of sight but can't be locked out of your mind
Corpse overtakes an undertaker's tools of the trade, burying bones under dead star dirt, apeman kind.

Now & then you will come here when you're alone and then you'll recollect resonance OM Zen training
Band on or off of the track, hittin' the streets of old, dirty cities by the bays and inlets of the Californian
Shamen do what they can, just enough for the moment, tough enough to stay alive until the ending
All alone, never by one's self every day, every night, 365 1/4 days of the star revolution spinning.

Here & now we go, priests & the warriors who rule the roost with tradesmen, merchants & labor
Society that needs to survive as any living thing does will eliminate any diversion from a red door
Opened or closed depending on a Will to Power, either acquired from accidental inheritance too
Knowing what's taught is a way to ascend, wisdom's outcast rule, an evolution game, caput fool!

Therefore I am, I say I am & I ain't if I say I ain't, oceanic feeling of Word, this here mortality of it
Rules to escape from when the breathing and heartbeats terminate, nothing to look forward to
On the sea or on the beach's shoreline, when the sleep is terminal only the others are left awake
Without your head in a holy tabernacle of idiot-humanity's program, cultural fits of apple cake.

Knowledge all gone, a whiff of burned hair & a stroke, a heart's attack on purple blood lineup
Head to to & back again for as long as the unknown fun lasts, laughin' & happy to do standup
On the stage telling jokes that are merely the Truth and the lies that go along with dumb asses
Not extinct due to compassion for unfortunate misfortune but just the divine didn't say, 'Pass.'

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, July 13th, 2021 A.D. @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Presented to #IceWater of Outerspace while listenin' to my @AlanWatts addiction #OpenTheThirdEyeThanksToYourMInd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7EPAwvKhEzU }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SurfinWithTheAlien #SATCH #ThisMeansWar y #WAR #PEACE #RockinBums #TooManyClicksToPrick

DROPPED BUMS, RUBBER-SOUL SMOKE FIRES & PRETENTIOUS OBSCURITY
Details existence on Earth's repetitive revolution & orbit, Catholic altar-paperboy trivial alien life
But why quibble upon the metaphysical when the ethical is the only philosophical, twitching wife
Your mothers, aunts, sisters, daughters, granddaughters & great ones, present at your woke wake
In or out of alien time's Huron, Superior, Erie, Ontario, Ohio or Michigan & Tatuk Fingerlakes.

Thrust out of this atmosphere on a rocket ship that may or may not return to an ol' world of chit
But when the nighttime comes, during that part of the Earth's revolution, faced away from Star
Looking deep into the darkness' distant parsecs, regurgitating the stunt of serfdom, king & czar
Ask any astronaut or cosmonaut or any nautilus, above or below, when you're dead, that is It!

What's on fire down in the valley, in the orchard, where the flowers grow, the posse's on guard
Nothing to see here, what's the tax on that?  Nothing.  Who is in charge of this?  YOU.  No I ain't
Like hehlla bovine manure, man, don't you know that it's all a ruse perpetrated by a will to faint
After one brief, unconscious thrust into the plethora of the matrix' gods, new found land of lard.

Recollect what life was like when mankind was free, oh wait, they'll never be free until it all ends
When mouth's remain agape & bowels move into a screaming eagle's smokin' end but in depends
Whipping up the crows of Jimmy, in flight or circling the bait, the prey, the buzzard's end of scree
On the border between the dictator and the oligarchy, there's no man or woman free to be thee.

Listen to Yankee Doodle Dandy & Jimmy Crackcorn and I don't care if you do or don't, yet I digress
From the beginning of my Time in this Space, many decades have moved where my memory tucks
Between my voice & hair or skull, that's where I am, not dead yet but I'm already gone, ya phuqs
Make no mistake, rubber soul words & a soundless, jazzy music offends babies, oh my God bless!

Death will kill you in the end, whether you believe in Ala, God, Buddah or a Third Eye's world war
Final jeopardy has an answer to a question but what concentration is, to be or not to be so funny
Regardless of all our alignment with cosmic order of things, lose it in fission and fusion, to die for
Supernova jungle boogie in Summer's breeze, critically racial, shallow wormhole of a boy, Sonny.

Beer thirty again, it's early in the AM and I don't care if you like it or not, in charge of the Canna
Karma I work off now or settle with A Providence present when I beseech mercy in my panic's pit
Death is the end of the line, who wants to repeat and erase ad infinitum, or even stay in Nirvana
It was always the way it is now, it'll always be this way, One Middle Way, gone DOG GOD of chit.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July XIII, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 Mountain Standard Time
{  Drafted attempting to offend the minions & degenerate civilization into utter chaos while listenin' to @GratefulDead #HITS on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJIYG8JOVwg&t=203s } 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#EngageTheCenterfolds @PlayboyBrand @JoanRiversFoxFirst

BIG MOUTH RICH & SMALL MOUTH BASS' STIRRED STEW
You ain't as simple-minded & dumbfounded as you appear to be, to one salted, azure sea
Why there's no simple reason for your particular existence, here & now in the live tomb
Stirred it is for the sake of infinity's whim, a whirlwind land & sea escape for faked divinity
Empty Space, a Void of sorts in a category alone without an equal, your mother's womb.

Sooooooooooo, excellence in your body and organization of your drapes over nekid junk
I mean no offense and I know there's none taken if you've moved on further than the funk
How you know what you know is important but you've got to get the occult down in spades
Rules and the hierarchy of the judicial process that functions as the Wise Guys' of bug raids.

Tragedy & comedy right there in front of your eyes once you master the superman cyberbully
From instructions accepted and nurtured by human nature there will evolve the gents & gals
In the end, when you and/or I discontinue the breathing of gas, in and out, no UFOs, Scully!
It's so complicated, one moment to complicate this argument's deduction, to be angels' pals!

Here you go, this is right up your alley and if you're poor & living in a dream or a #Woke one
Nevertheless, according to the Way we ought to be moving far ahead of fake gravity's gambits
Spinning, wobbling, rocking, revolving in electron-like naked apes' mask-revolutionary orbits
Ad infinitum for the finite life forms which political combustion chain reactive DNA of an ion.

Get a room since you've become so close to one another in public, I'm sure not in mortal sin
Best you can do is get the public involved in your happiness although only you'll die at death
Everyone else remains the same as they would've even if you'd never, ever been bad breath
Munching human remains from book library to markets of fruit & vegetables, we fake Eden.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, July XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 8:17 AMPST
{ Elevated this from the depths of despair and fake news while listenin' to the @CreedenceClearwaterRevival #TravelinBand link @ https://youtu.be/zzNH_KjIZkc }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#CartoonOfCondescendedJerkbags

IRRITATION OF THE KID, SOUL & SPIRIT ABOVE & BELOW HARDS-ON
Reasons for her bad habits you've acquired from her ancestors' morality & ethical fuss
Process is a realization that we're alive in an illusory event generator, idiot's apparatus
Perfection is out of the question, neither is it the answer either, you know, it's all of us
Not in my ballpark anywhere on continental drifts, an indentured idiot of wanderlust.

Funds have been wasted in vane, apes repeating the evolution of humanity givin' daps
Native is just a word random periods of living things that pretend to deserve the given
Grooving to the music's tunes whether you like it or not, your toes are tappin' the Taps
For the sake of the guilty pleasures we all deserve and don't actually receive, it's a sin!

Sin's an idiot's reason for diggin' grave errors that eventually cause species' extinction
Institutionalized man with a jagged mind, singin' lead on the stage of rock & roll sing
Calling things what they are, in the form of matter that don't mean I'm a Pythagorean
Overhead over my heels, it's quite a genetic anomaly, you've got it all, it's everything.

How high is the sky that's 8 miles up there from the ground of our being, gravity sucks
Systems of a Down, in a pickle suit without oxygen, breathing in the CO2 gas of thugs
Animated the unmoved mover who refused to take responsibility for creation's ducks
Flying, swimming & walking just to keep the species on top of herd's heap, do drugs!

Phoenix rose and Salt Lake dried up into a salt flat, hot desert and last place on Utah
Place where ancient dinosaurs roamed and died in the #BigFreeze of a black hole sun
No dilemma left in the problem, it's solved with a zero sum, divided by the product Id
Ego gone superman, above & below the leaf links to the sweet flower bud of #TheKid.

I'm here but I'm not here just like you, bald and fat dead men and women, we're a One
Wrote for the money, created stories out of thin air, nothing was true, all was false fun
Morons that look like idiots, the same as they always have, you just noticed it's bygone
Literally figurative, beautiful at the same time, morons & idiots all change, welcome in!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Seven-Eleven, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 10:10 PMPST
{ There's a #HoleInsideTheJoint & it's centered in your soul, jammed this gem listenin' to @DrKatzProfessionalTherapist 2019 link @ https://youtu.be/8eBR844GD4A }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SmellsTastes #ToDieForMePlease

STUPID'S A DIP, IT PUTS THE SELF IN A RUT, REAL, QUICK QUOTES NOTHING THINKS
Reductio ad absurdum into a green jello mold, here today & gone tomorrow, wrong or right
Nothing like this wingless bi-ped, historically hysterical & hostile toward their superior Tao
Yin and yang of my father and the fathers of mine before him, it's now back in the spotlight
Been blamed for accidental merging with an open egg, ethical product of a god's blacklight.

My face's holes to open and close at my will or automatically without me, as my heart beats
Impression of the inner sanctum's contents is empty, a vacuum of imaginary atomical matter
In the president & the pope, much of the power is transitory, One's Earth will atrophy & blow
Up in smoke or just a supernova of a red giant or a white dwarf, fire up a holy bowl, so slow.

You can shut up your big mouths that remain wide open like the womb of God, wait, what?
God would have no womb yet is the creator of the burning stars of the universal particular
What and where and why may be good questions but more importantly, whackin' whining
Ghosts of dead & gone dudes and chicks on the marks of the get set to go, just gotta sing.

Look out for the creeping forms that want to absorb the power that is lost in Space's forms
Shapes of bones that evolved out of the rocks and the sea water for no reason at all, worms
All that comes out of the dirt, sightless, squirming and burrowing up and down in the tunnel
From pole to pole all around the perimeter of the equatorial bravado of the extinct ape hell.

Gone from dead mother's & father's inheritance of dead & gone human mystics' of the sun
Seven continents of my kin, all idiots and the product of inferior DNA on the way, extinction
Punks believe nothing and the elders believe anything that allows fantasy to reign supreme
Stunk like the stink of a skunk, look away from me, get far away now, the end of the dream.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, July 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{ #BadNewsBirds Drafted while jammin' to @CrankYankers in #Yankerville link @ https://youtu.be/GVEVDT5k86E }
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W.W.A.R.D.?