#UnicycleWheelingForFortunes #AbortionCausesSpeciesExtinction #SICK

FINALE, TURNBACK trinitrotoluene SHAKERS OF SHINE

Sang the blues all night for the bums & junkies, had good things & let all of them all go

Freedom & nothing else matters in section 92 when you forgot what page it was on, so

Creatures made to star in the cinematographic grounded axes, mocking cow-born bulls

Over and over again for good or for live evil, the repitition of all forgetable inevitables.

Reality and the fantasy I'm feedin' you right now with the TNT to blow it sky high good

A play in a game, it's styled after the champions who've won a minute, all in the hood

Beautiful product of the forelorn and destitute who are vicitimized & punished by God

But why?  What's the point of creating humanity to save it, Original Sinner, eh hotrod?

Brought what I bought from the hotdog vendor, it's breakfast, lunch & suppertime OK

A sign from out of the twilight zone or somewhere closer than I wanna be to a matrix

Awake until I see what I can't deny and then I'm out of here, hidin' out in the unseen

Where angels of the gods fear to go, they enter and never return to the origin of tricks.

Links between the unknown and what you sense with the smells, sights & sounds AHA

Knowledge is power and you know what's goin' on on Earth, in our lives, in your head

Shattered my illusion and I can't see anything else but the flash of black in the white

It's very much or not at all enough to get me over, a good thing won't let me go dead.

You got the hope and the faith but are short on the charity and that's the critical link

Between life and death, between love and death, between death & gravitational sink

Monkeys, primates of our phylum, sing, play, act selfishly & all of them in the end, die

Beyond good & evil, beyond the wars & peaces of the lunatics, stillborn kids on high.

Let me introduce myself because if I don't I'll forget to do that, give me a minute, so

I'm silently sleeping inside becaue the activity outside of my body is devoid of action

Far, far away from my bones there's something unknown, I can't fathom the King tut

Reincarnate, it's all over, I'll be around somewhere, here or there, doin' this or that.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST }

{ Jammed while listenin' to a @ChicagoTheBand concert from 42 years ago link @ https://youtu.be/sX8watdCSJ4 }

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T N T

ABORTIONcausesEXTINCTIONofSPECIES

 

#OwnIt #BuyIt #SellIt #PhuqEet #FudgeHunger #FiveMayMeansNada #OneMargaritaShotX10

 

HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO, CUERVO SHOTS & A HUG FOR YOMAMA
Man, I got some news and it's not the same old story, it's a new one, fer shizzles
Peers will attempt to tie the record but they'll never beat perfection, I'm truckin'
From the getgo, started with 200 dollars and went straight to jail before the end
Bought and traded every property and holding on the game board, shitz & giggles.

Born indentured inside of a holy hole without a breath of fresh air, it's all precepts
In this world, you can't get here any other way, you can't get spontaneous concepts
Everything came from something, love from hate, cold from hot, mama did, papa too
Meaning of the whole shebang is no mystery, every atom has acid, we're the hot blue.

Monkey saw what the other monkeys do & he did that too, only so good, I voided it
Cancelled out the culture of good, bad, ugly & the beautiful, looks & words, shot chit
Without being intellectually or at minimum physically superior to the fray, y'all dead
So is all of your kin, ancestors who came & went before you and descendants unbred.

It's worth repeating to the deaf and dumb, it ain't their fault, it's the DNA, it's the acid
All of this from the ground up to the top of the pines, accidental shame of a star's kid
I and everyone else other than me, we all do and say what we will, then we're caput
As in stone silent, dead quiet, holy idiots and morons fresh out of the breeds ol' butt.

Trust the monkeys & gorillas knew it all, how to defend themselves from being food
Of the bugs, dogs and cats who roam the thing, we're an outlier on fire, in the mood
What I know, what I've gleaned is, what you see's what you get, can't get too Hi-Tech
All in or all out, crying out before your birth, after death roaring, book a Biblioteque!

Few days coming out of the corpse's empty box, no light or noise, darkness' feelings
It's a harbinger of the things to come down the road, Escondido or Tijuana, all good
To be there or anywhere is better than the alternative of being underground, as am I
On the other hand, mortality is not in my future since I'm a dead Martian, I'm so shy!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Cinqo de Mayo, 2021 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Cocksure, drafted from @COVid19 Void disinformation #BeyondBadBoys #PentagonPapers #IranContra #ForgetAboutIt & listenin' to @Morgan_Wallen #Hits  link @  https://youtu.be/ClTtcUvXcKw }

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#GoodThingsComeInMyPackages #WhosThatLady #YeahYouKnow #PursueLookDontTouchBaby

GOT BENT, TWISTED MOTHER'S EARTH, EXTINCTION, BUMS & JUNKIES

More than an aardvarkian reason, broken-beautiful, a Void's empty presence's words

Silent & dangerous types are the best, freaks of Greco-Romans survived all good lords

From a first thing when you awaken in the morning every day, be aware, it's nearly over

Blink 182 times more or less every three minutes, swamp challenge, y'all run for cover.

Monkeys it could be or any other mammal that drinks the mothers' living sap, a formula

Not the one in the bottle of minerals and vitamins you need to engender mortality's fun

Can't remember anything but you know your head's got a bump on the side, then go on

As if the thing didn't have an effect on being & nothingness confronting Man's ego bun.

Naked of hair of the dog and other follicular malfunctions of the DNA/RNA form invasion

Presence in the Past was yesterday & today is fleeting, moment by moment, origin's sin

What you are is up to you & your analysis of the concepts presented, fresh out of bytes

Contenders of your mamas & papas for your allegience better #GTF, gotcha in my sites!

In a barrel full of logistical monkeys, I rose from my common ground depth, all 151 rums

Milky Way's fully engaged in the Cause & Effect of the moronic, idiocy of junkys & bums

Rooms in front for living, dining, for entertaining all of your bugs found in a persian rug

As above, so below, a first draft & a final production as an @Oscar & @Atlas both shrug.

In a gallon of polluted sewer water, life exists, it may not be all too human though, alive

Living and dying just as every other thing itself does, advise and consent to the diatribe

Spewing arguments both real and imagined to be concise and rational without metalogic

Don't need to know why I was conceived in an invisible egg, I'm all healthy, CoVid19 sick.

Buying guided missiles with ordinance aboard to crash into the Earth's rocks devoid Id

From a Big Bang to matter & forms you & I allow to appear before our very eyes, my kid

Inherits the supreme Space that surrounds your illusion of presence in some here & now

Yet, you're neither here nor there, never was nor ever will be, I'm no oligarch, let's blow!

Gods don't know anything about life on Earth, some of your & my ancestors conjured All

Nothing known to blind faith in a ghost more real than your own kin's team spirit to ball

There's usually a matter of fact that some things are cool & some aren't at all, face's evil

Bumming around the commercial docks by the bay, I foul ball and you think I'm all in 'til...

Top of the pile since I go crazy on the bottom of all the weight of the world, I gotta be me

All that I am regardless of my intended karmic response to a forgotten play of a sea tree

Weed to smoke, to taste, to metabolize and mesmerize the thing that's left when you go

Spirit, form of the thing it's always been since the Origin, as a matter of fact, eyes dunno.

Bag gangs of the city by making the leaders lead the pack, formulated the taste of waste

All in a petri dish of microbes swimming for their lives, absorbing anothers fate of taste

For the sake of analyzing the vacuous concepts comin' up from A to Z, I lies 'bout Truth

A final analysis of this system is required for the finale to creep upto an episode's smash.

A heptillion megabytes of power to run the show from head to toe, skin into a holy soul

Belief in the blind babies and their parents who know nothing more than hunger & pain

It's alright, alright, alright, there's no reason to think this is ever going to better or worse

It's all in the microphone post cold breath & cold blooded electrons, where's my horse?

Call it the good, bad and ugly but the bottom line is, it's all there is and I've got the drop

On the blind faith believers hopes in the great hereafter, anywhere near the moon's sky

Don't get me wrong, it's not your fault that you're here and now, not even your ma & pa

It's your ticket & you punched it just a moment before conception, it was pure love too.

Now & then, when it comes to being happy, I know how it feels, just don't know the trick

Magic or just dumbarse luck of the being in the right place at the right time, private Dick

Tracy is the only one I'm referring to, detective beat cop, killin' batch It bats if you please

All evidence qualifies as Reason's Cool, I'm the wise guys evolved outta apemen's jive EZ.

People are funny if you've got a divine sense of humor for all impossible harbingers here

Signals of the Void, sent from nowhere which is everywhere else but where i am, hear?

In one ear and out of the other, the light shines brighter than my eyes can bare, still see

All of the forms from atoms to planets, on the center path, the middle road of a blue sea.

Psychoanalyze this if you get a chance, we're all here for no reason & we're all gonna die

The best is yet to come from the day your Ma & Pa conceived you in or out of love's high

Burned and smashed to smithereens from the first burn to the last gasp for amour's tie

Already gone when I got here, Live Evil is all gone, revolutionary orbit of clowns who cry.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, May IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jammed to @Blink182 HITS link @ https://youtu.be/LX0StYza6Gw &  @GovernmentMule #WhenDovesCry link @ https://youtu.be/zpza6i7mMZw bangin' home on youTube }

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@GreeksFreaksPlatoAristotleEyesKant #GrabItWitBothHands #DOGG

LIONS MERCY KILLIN' THE TAME, BUM-RUSHED EAST, WILD WEST CREATOR & BATTERED BOYS

Break given... it's exactly as it's always been, followed the bouncin' balls of Chicago's nearWest Side

Corresponding predicates to the subjects and objects, just the facts, all of the words stir up a riptide

Dragging everything into the maelstrom of the holy, soul terror of the unknown we're all a reduction

Simple minds or complex genius' prolegamena of any future metaphysics or categorical malfunction.

Did pretty good to get out of there alive, ran in between the cars in the streets, played hardball & craps

I won and lost and in the end, I'm here & still wide awake alive & not even #Woke, fat bottom bad raps

Air to breathe so the heart can beat & brain can produce mental matter and energy, spontaneous I say

Like a bucket of dirty rags full of dried turpentine & washed off paint, life's set to extinguish it's DNA.

Redemption for what, it's all an accident & I had nothing to do with the universe's natural ape origin

Neither did anyone I'm aware of either dead or alive & don't believe there's a savior comin' on down

From outerspace from some solar system's planet of nothingness, where God resides all alone, dead

God was always dead because the humans killed him and really had a caniption fit to boot, they said.

Messages on @Twitter and @Facebook for what?  The New World Order has the tools all in the dark

Babies before and after they're born, up on top of a boardwalk or underneath it, can't cease dancin'

Got to listening to the jam and lost track of dancin' in the darkness of Time & Space, mule's kickin'

Taken 10 days to do what i normally done, y'all should take approximately '5' minutes to explodin'.

Downtown 120 9th Street and up on 42nd and Broadway, parties forget to be over, it's always ON

Oz ain't nowhere we can't find the scat anywhere, it was here a moment ago, now a bum rush con

Whose odors and fabulous treatment center are Roto-Rootin' pumps to make all dreams come true 

From the perfume of France, love is the place in Space where nothing goes, a forever end of a loaf.

There's a plot for the story but it doesn't compute, a humble place where nobody is allowed, priority

There before you arrived and will no doubt be this bull- fake target, complexity and simplicity scree

Time killed, Space filled and it's always about a girl in a red sun dress, cow clippin' the wings are over 

All pretenders anyway, egos are invisible and go nowhere when they die, same place as ol' Red Rover.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May 1at 911 PMPSTst, 2022 A.D. tryin' to rectify the means

{ Drafted while listenin' to @SnoopDogg get drunk on LIVE spit & venom, link on youTube @ https://t.co/kAzBCRd6oY }

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