#BareNakedLadies #EverybodyLives in a #MadMadMadMadWorld #KickBacksForNobody #BeeTheBawlVessel #KeepItUp #ClosedTheBidenBorderKamela

HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE GOTTEN HERE & NOW?  GENDER I.D. MAMA IT ROCKED!

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You may be me, maniacal but you may be a normal phenotype of the genome, y'all know what I'm sayin'?

I didn't think so, but you will by the end of this tune, you and I are on the same page right?  Let us rock chit

Simpsons are fictional and you & I are the real things, you know the thing itself, it is the Ones and the only

A mean man and a mean woman who come to your home, knocking to see who lives inside, comeon man!

Crypt I'm buried inside of cannot be located by the minds of humanity, such geni cannot be found in/out

The con is within the code written by nobody alive anymore, commandments & theorems of God's shout

Morons left over from the idiots and imbeciles who crawled out of muck and mire, proud sponsor of my Id

In the Oak or in the Sac, there are homeless camps on your corner, humanity from the netherworld, no I.D.

Karmageddon of L.A. & the S.F. baby boys who grew up hittin' & catchin' their balls in jocks & their tea cups

Nothing inside of the grooming of the boys other than, catch the ball, throw the ball, swing the bat, oh pups

Dogs of war came home and made grandbabies who camp in lean-to'z, under freeways,  a portopottez stance

Unmoved mover cannot clean up the matter and it's poisoning the energy of the Marxist lovers of ignorance.

Still the bare and naked ladies show their skin and bones, only to give up the Spice of scatological, holy Spam

Unmoved from the porches of the middleclass now, they come into your house now & take all your bad goods

Messed up hair, pretty faced i-Phones ready to take your icon away, pretend to be a genius ' college grad scam

Here, here, listen to the town crier opening ears to the Truth, survival of the fittest dolts, revolutionary broods.

Cease and desist all of your Philosophy of Ethics, cancel culture using Plato & Aristotle to annhilate a wet dream

There're many forms of a few important things roaming Earth dirt, planet just rocks stoned, it's how they all roll

Downhill and from the core to the  vacuum of intergalactic Space, not just this star's system, the All Star, we One

Seventh son or not, it's a dream within a dream as the story of Poe goes, props Edgar, nailed One to a cross, Son!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER VIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BareNakedLadies link @ https://youtu.be/e097aQlPbjs?t=21 & @BrianMcKnight 2019 concert #Still & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/pz-iG1RS1L4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheKybalion #PlayBall #SignOnSignOffDropOff #TeenageTruckdriversAtSixteenRollinTurnpikesAndFreeways

 

COME INSIDE THE HOLE, LAST STOP FOR SPARKS OF WISDOM

Occult's theosophy word salad creed of holy, patient surgeons, proves antiMatter fell asleep

Hermes Trimisgrestis, Cabal yin is the Bible yang, maximum Energy compressed in too deep

So far, a Force is present, missed the past & forgot that I'd already lived in One's future thing

Seven magic words follow:  mental, correspondence, vibration, polarity, L.A. rhythm timing.

Cause/Effect & Gender have something to do with everything, 7th sons are the only ones

By which awakening in the middle of a deep sleep opens wide the invisible gates of sons

Spirits roam both day and night, invisible yet within every atom, all molecular forms of Id

Intellectual ignorance is the way down the middle, a centered place in space, off the grid.

Now, I move and then I am immobile and decripit, as if I was never conceived by Ma & Pa

Still born and grown to a septegenarian just because I got lucky five or six times, it's a law

In the center of the dot, a period of displaced Space is left without the memory of carnation

A flower, red, white or blue yet still the colors of everything yellow and green, mortal sin.

What the dead say when they die are words only they'll comprehend, it's spoken in tongues

Ancient masters thoughts and written words are in the cave, it's dark and impossible to read

If you don't already know the reason for ignorance, you'll find out as soon as you smoke high

You're a thug and just like the rest of us, it doesn't matter if you believe it, 208 bones will die.

Chance is overruled by one intent of Will, One power to force effects to move into stasis' glow

At One, present & mmobile as the Unmoved Mover was and will always be, except here & now

We all are inside and outside of the same thing, seeing is believing, blinded eyes see clear light

Happy and not as happy as we once were, just because you thought you were pretty, lost fight.

Turned lead into gold in my mind, the innocent ignorance led to the realization of a brass tack

There's nothing but a mind here, I am thinking I am, therefore guess what?  I am, so, GTF back

Without me here and now, I can't think or recall anything at all, Past or Future, revin' a hotrod

Meaning that power is entombed in a crypt to reproduce the Work, remember Adam and God.

Just until we're smokin' sick on either a hospital or your home death bed, we'll keep the blinded

Who stared at the sun too long in their childhood and now can barely see the light, That is dead

Wise arse my father called me just for kicks and giggles, he knew of my circular jerk prowess too

Apple didn't fall far from the tree, I picked it up & bit a byte, simply, an all too human, COVID flu.

Margie & Connie gave their all but it wasn't enough, the species had reached its extinction code

Way back when The Code was created from mutation or intention, momentarily lapsed life mode

Infinity like a sattelite cable system brings the sound and vision closer to home, under the tables

Life's too short if you have a good time but it's too long if you're decrepit in a dirt hole in a crypt.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER VIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Jacked out my #5HoleHead this AM listenin' to #TheKybalionByTheThreeeInitiates "7 Hermetic Principles - The Kybalion by The Three Initiates on youTube @ https://youtu.be/3zWKrVibH64 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheGhetto #ServeSomebodyGoodOrEvil #LiveLoveLeave #RewireYourInvisibleHook #Hathaway & #Dylan

AUDIO-RADIO MERRY XMAS?  BACK YO' MAMA'S @GOTDADDY BOOK'D FACE

There is indeed a tiger in your tank, an atom with infinite momentum, on the way to crash

Into the stoned wall that is the end of Times, here and now in Space, a wisp of cold cash

Leave it all alone, don't think about the morons and idiots who head your clan, your idiots

Related to most who came before you and I, a viral DNA/RNA herd of subatomic copilots.

Think like an ape, where's your food storage for future hunger pain?  Where's sex or god

Everywhere and nowhere, the numbers go up and down, extinction should get dead blood

Bled out of the veins & arteries as the frozen water melts in rivers' flows down to the sea

Bygones and bylines from the philosopher inside your acid hole, your genome's set free.

Oldest man to ever breathe the contaminated oxygen, nitrogen & hydrogen's war & peace

He turned a hundred and somethin' since he was born before the depression of 1919 AD

He was a baby when there was no food stamps but potatoes, mashed, fried french & free

Deep burned in grease, masticated and defecated, doubledback to original golden fleece.

Confetti is the fuel for the celebration, a random rain of crumbled tree, all processed pulp

Raining down from somewhere above or below us, a gravitational collapse of moral help

Gods are all extinct, humanity is well on the way to the pacification of Atilla's Thor bulls

Punks, brides & grooms for one thrust of a rational, an infinite cesspool of Unforgetables.

#Woke you up dudes and chicks because sleeping while driving your car cannot survive It

That dog don't hunt, the cars have left the parking garage, rubber meeting a turnpike teat

Witch spells of the Ides of March and the End of Times, December 31st, the olden years

Mask over your face that has no effect on the living, breathing of all animals, unmaskers.

Why do only human beings have the flatulent breath of @COvid19, an evil spell hoax/hex

Don't play, we need to mask up all animals on Earth, prevent RNA/DNA transmission of X

Except for the racoons and snakes, they're too vicious to keep a mask on their vicious lips

Facts of life were never told, what were they again?  Just Smile!  Jesus' holy ghost, RIPs!

Clones of my self, crawling, walking, running, flying, swimming, we're all hungry for love

Regardless of the desire, there's a deep-down need, requirement for an effulgence's sea

If you leave the scene on the screen and get in back of curtains where moms & pops see

Some too old to recollect, some just dead and gone, some left over without a sky above.

Happiness is where you go, poloroid instant, you have been captured in a frame, the hurt

Or Commanche or Iriquois or Plainsmen who walked up and down hills, floated downriver

To the mecca you and I enjoy every single day, anywhere you look, paradise on Earth dirt

Once finished, it is done, no more reasons to live alive in the evil and good gods, it's over!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER Vth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{  Jacked out of my noggin's mind this AM while jammin' to @BobDylan #ServeSomebody on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wC10VWDTzmU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouHaveWalkedTruthBackToALittleWhiteLie #LiesOfLiars #TNT @acdc @JJCale @JamesMarshallHendrix @PabloPicasso

 

@Woodstock, New York 1968

WHICH SIGNAL IS THIS?  STONED MEN IN GRASS?  TO BE OR NOT TO BE

Crazy mama ends it as it was before she began, you count one to ten and go to blows

The happening is the day it dawns on you that you're alone in this world, just be woke

Regardless of treason or rhyme behind the high and the low of birthdays & dead bros

Rookies and veterans all bleed red, the blood inside is purple and it keeps you awake.

Pretending that there's no pretension is an act of war between the states of your mind

Calm and cool or crazy and counterproductive, your free choice to choose road bends

To the in and out doors where angels fear to tread because they're all living dead ends

Ape freedom from the food growers and food hunters, eating the Earth's fruit we find.

On the ground of being you & I, dirty laundry or just dirty boys' & girls' grownup kin

A bit or two more complicated than walking into a bar without a slim dime, blah blah

Now the intellectual prowess of the reporters & writers who bleed a bone's ice blood

Give me a jingle on my apple phone, gods would have wanted it that way, oh my God!

I forgot about everything I've ever learned about the dream within a dream, I'm #Woke?

Since the light shined upon the Void, this has occurred & will not be denied, ya bloke

Wandering until the target is reached within the bull's eye, centered for maxed power

Fox locks the keys in the hen pen without a way out, stuck in the middle, holy rooster.

Without the essence of the primordial form present, the Unknown Id of the A-bombers

Always there and in total control of the things themselves, form and matter, star's kid

From the sun's rays and the moonlit days, we came into a morass of extinct DNA beds

Hardy Mr. Softy drunk on sugar and viral infections, extinction is a 3rd rail, life is dead.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, ROCKTOBER IVth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Killer blood oranges give the living sun's fluid a presence, I ate nine & drafted this gem while jammin' to some @JJCale #CrazyMama homelessness' down by the river sides, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/ck39gC_l4YM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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#Alogrhythms #AdvertisementBewitching #LeakingOilIntoTheOceanOfPacificPalisades

 

COMING INTO THE BATTLE, ARMED & DANGEROUS, I THINK, I AM

In the heat of the far side of the Earth when it's cold as hell, meaning hot as a spa

A place only souls go to work off the sins of inherited flesh donated by Mas & Pas

Way back before them up to a nearly infinite amount of ancestral DNA, LSacid tight

Never is death anything other than food for the living to carry on the good 'ol fight.

Thinking about the things that came in the past, a memory to reference the remains

Of the mice and men who burrowed and crawled, walked and ran from hills to the sea

It really doesn't take a ton of confidence, hardly any hope, faith or expectation of love

To be or not to be for the majority and minority is One and the same, idiots are above.

Combined random combinations to open the private safe, behind the painting on a wall

It's a Picasso of a lady like a mess of a mask, to cover up the face of Truth, freedom too

A long time to set down in a room alone with a maniac who thinks mockin' nature's OK

On the shark's tooth, I've been caught because I was not deterred by the fish hater hay.

Eyes closed or squinting open to see the light from without & shine it within to see it

Through the slits of the third eye's holy pupils, there's a most important point of light

A plethora at the end of the line's angle as it flows from the origin to a final cherry pie

A slice maintained by flying between life & death, where you neither live nor ever die.

Without your presence I will remain alive in my own, as I see it, that's what counts It all

Being all there ever was since the Big Bang, I mean God's random creation of alcohol

Lie to me and never tell me the truth about what has happened or what you think about

I don't care one way or another, all I care about is that I don't end of life in self-defense.

Installation of the idiots & their mothers into the scheme of Nature, reflects extinct milk

Decent defense against any offense from known friends or unknown strangers of the ilk

I'm in the know of the logs, I know when you're signed online & when you're signed off

What's that mean?  Talk about yo' mama will you stop or you wanna fight me ya jagoff?

Quite a UFO you saw at one time or another, virtue of a cemetery where my gramma is

Flying into the current dimension of Earth's spin around the sun star, a UFO is just US

Coming from a place in Space where we've not been nor can ever become one hit song

If you thought your education & experience qualified you to know, you thought wrong.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c,  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 3rd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 PMPST

{  Slipped out of my psyche this AM while listenin' to #CoastToCoast on link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#SynopsisCrisisOfMiceAndMen #Monkeys & #Eagles move the Earth's stardirt in a circular jerk, ad infinitum! #FadeAwayFool!

 

SUPERNATURAL SYNCOPIC SYNCOPATION ON A COMMON GROUND

Why you stepped directly into my groove is a mystery unrevealed, ain't no clue how to roll

Oceans under the moon and stars, this is where we are, where will you go around the bend

A date that will live in your memory bank of infamy, a place in space you found, say the end

Apart and then coalesce back into the One unit of the vacuum's presence, holy black hole.

In Phildelphia or in Chicago, suburbs find their way on the edge of reality, blood, sweat, tears

In the babies and mothers of the fathers' dreams while asleep in the dark caves, a mind's ears

Heard as a buzz or a screech, day after day, twenty four hours & seven days every 52 weeks

Cheers from the bars and stadiums where the collection of germs accomodate the ass cheeks.

Budweiser and flower buds from the mutated flowers from the garden of Eden, apples in bloom

Fire and smoke within and without the need to bleed, dead bodies come from living ones' gloom

Seeing the blind and hearng the deaf and dumb, it's a taste of grounds of being, it is what it is

Common ground songs sung for the minions to abide by the Time in outerspace, river bed fizz.

Stumped but not dead yet, still movin' around in the tight spots I never saw comin' toward me

Syncopation now in place, nothing to worry about now with all of the ducks in a row, by the by

Before my eyes, it all changed what it was into what it is and always will be, cute dead star dirt

This world is my own, it's yours until I'm dead and gone, I'm takin' it all with me baby, it will hurt!

You'll make it farther than you'd thought, remain #WOKE when you finish bleeding God's dams

Altar boy serving up the bloods for red wine & body bread spread, to fire & smoke the #SAMs

Journey up and down the atmosphere's revolution, with or without the power, it's all over, past

With or without you the matter is identical, mystery of blown Space, connundrum, goin' so fast.

In or out of this service of many for the few, the minions do the jobs or the king and queen Id's

Final history has been written for the future to become what it always does, the history of Past

Rivers were wide, I could have died but I survived...river is still flowin' cold and black, I'm a One

Guys & gals look around, see what I'm sayin', what I'm talkin' about, stand on common ground!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER, IIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 PMPST

{ *Kicked out listenin' to #CommonGround by @GlennFrey link @ https://youtu.be/-HQcpmVefcw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SupernaturallyYoursAdInfinitum #FoolishPrideDownByTheRiverside @SticksGritsNStones @RollingStones @JJCale @GlennFrey

LET US COALESCE WITH THE MUD, BLOOD & BEER DOWN TO THE RIVER

<3

Important to know the reason you & me got 4 seasons, as Earth revolved

Balls of fire ignited two dirty balls & coalesced, my planet's malfunctioned

Humanity is the easy explanation for the chaos & confusion, ain't dead yet

We're the seventh son of seventh sons at The End of a royalty's extinction.

From an innocent zygotic conception of matter with form's MRNA display

DNA animated by a Supernova or Singularity within a Black Hole, The Way

Inner & outerspace remain the soul, invisible tool of Nothing but Air, to fly

Longer than hippy revolutions of '69 AD, got a slow ride ticket to ride high.

Hell's a concept of being detained in chains 'til death, can't fly, not 1 of us

Immortally your Oneness within, captured like the RNA in a seed's nucleus

For better or worse of the survival of the species' DNA, It we will not avoid

Cause of the effects you observe for moments of Spin is the almighty Void.

Four wheels to drive deep into the muck, to be stuck for the race to end It

No animated junk to forget 'bout, naught but ashes & dust you've become

Remember when you're conceived in lust, born in dust & die as y'all must

Naked skin on parade for the undertaker's coverup, why you look asleep?

Dead pan alley where the trash becomes the treasure of hobos & da bums

Living because a mother & father duplicated a genome's code, arse dumb

Fully obligated to be responsible regardless of an intent to be or not to be

Question It, why you wonder 'bout a soul search you're in, God, I'm free!

by

r j j  stephan, I

c.  Samedhi, ROCKTOBER IInd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 8:88 AMPST

{ Drafted INSIDE of ONE holy UFO, in an infinite loop, created Nada-Zip 

#SoulSearchin' by #GlennFrey link @ https://youtu.be/GFdpGwuku80 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?