#CookinCrawdads #SecondToNone #HelloIAmNotAlone @RalphBakshiEdits

SECOND TO NONE BUTDA BEARS&BLACK&SILVER

I can't show you the way to be good, evil or ugly but you will be either one, two or all three

In any case, it's all a done deal and it's out of our hands, the results stemmed from a history

What you don't know won't hurt you but it may be too late in any case, it is a grand ol' opry

It ended the moment we set foot upon the ground of being, Earth dirty world, a star's copy.

Foil for a tinman's outfit, it squeeks a bit but the oil can is in reach, near or in my hobo scat

Greased in wax to slide across the 88's  or the nylon chords between C & B or A & G flat

Nobody else is in the game as deep as the player who began knowing that it's Time to leave

Before or after a hundred orbits around this still star, the son of God's concern, Adam's In.

Bright in the absolute void so that the writing on the twilight zone walls can be seen to be

What formula it takes to escape the place in Space you want to leave for the one to also see

Miracle of the cause & effect of the babies solved, now why oh why did humans evolve me

Nothing personal I'm sure, it is what it is, I am what I am, Truth cannot be fabricated, see.

If you don't see, you're hopeless and will remain in ignorance to provide the matrix of order

All trained minds in logic and reason deduce & induce the reason for everything, all for her

Mother, sister, wife, girlfriend, friend, sisters of a holy order administer spare threads' or

Allow their convent's pure and sterile lavoratory to groom & feel at one with natural water.

Suddenly, the oneness emerged through the skin and bones exposing the light, a cosmic one

Conditions led to a further complicated mess, life lives & proves to breed you gotta be hung

If you can't inseminate then the species survival is doomed, we need DNA's code of bung

Mixing it up at random allows the impulse to survive be generated, boy or girl, out for Fun.

Little sneaks big bigots will be at the beginning & at the ends of good times, get on me too

Nobody either #Woke or unawakened will be spared at a gravitational collapse of all Matter

Maybe alive or down under in a grave or Davey Jones' locker, maybe ash in the soil's blues

For one last time, immerse momentum of the soft moves to deflect the collision with power.

Deceitful and a product of the ethics and morality of the herd, teachers & sham professors

Not many progress from birth to death in ignorant bliss except for fortunate sons under It

Knowing the reason everybody is dead would be a complication that can't be seen in stores

Empty shelves without the things men have made and packaged for convenience and profit.

Failure of the safety nets to catch the falling weight of the hefty commandos afoot, all good

Even up with the enemy & tactics will prove the right is wrong and vice verse, because it is

Keep sayin' it out loud ad infinitum, nobody can kill a Word, strongly worded "two or tree"

What I am or what?  You'll pull your love from me before I die, with or without, it will be!

Food blown in jagbags, not my hag though, a cornucopia of grounded wings in outer sea

Rhyme of the sounds of winds blowin' out the lips and facial contortions of mam & pappy

#Woke heaven's dream, cause & effect of happiness & joy, Saturday's 5th's call, 2nd of July

Then it's over in a wink, ones left behind nod and wink, they are on their way in the dark.

Growl, scare away the mean killers & scatter their skin & bones to old coyotes & red crows

Live as if high forever in hills of reverie, sitting, standing, walking, running, come to blows

Ones whose intent to terminate my happiness, I guffaw as I bang the gong, a superbowl bell

Rams vs. Bengals return for another go, if & only if no Raiders show, they're doin' it, swell!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, July 2nd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{ Kracked this gem out (Second of July) while jammin' @ChicagoBand #BEST link @ https://youtu.be/PLiMy4NaSKc }

#HappyBirthday #HappyAnniversary #RIP JOJO, MA & PA & THE REST OF THE GENOME #EyeObjectYourHonor

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ChampionOfNoWorld #HurricanesGalesStorms

FIGURATIVE PUNCH LINE & A THING OR TWO 

It's gauranteed that your first blush isn't your last one, it seems to be the modus operandi

Of the things that the adolescent human female and male find at the end of life is death, so

Just like their elders and their own progeny, it's all about empty Space outside Earth's birth

Gone away from nowhere to here, no reason other than living in hell, if it all goes caput Earth.

If & only if there's mercy from the invisible mass of atoms, in front of my own mind's eye sect

Hurricanes and twisters put it all to rest, there's nothing that lasts forever except empty lies

Remember who tells them so you may pay them back for trouble they've caused  a warp effect

Kidding you not, not even a small white lie or exagerration, just the facts of life for a tiny size.

Murdered a man in a bar fight, I didn't run since they blamed an innocent man, slow roll One

Nice fellow whisked off from jail to prison for life until #OldSparky got some revenge all done

Hair grown out as the dead cells always do, how did the evolution work over the finite millenia

Well groomed in a 50 hectare cell, bosses and the inequality became extinct, love of hysteria.

Bettys await the Homers, Freds & Barneys yet none come, none come in a connundra of light

Whose fault was that, the olfactory & visual effects are fading into darkness without a fight

Ballrooms, parlors, powder kegs for the freedom of independence day, messenger of shame

A pretender to needle and head butt us to get mean & so nasty that your mama won the game!

She worked the bar, tended the hardworkin' after hours, after supper crowd, the GD winkers

Called the whole shebang as it should be, a deposition of golden ways turned blood moon blue

Offended the sex of the defenders of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness' ins and outers

On a prevent defense, pressing full court, man to man, calli' switch, I stuffed the proof in glue.

Rollin' from rocky coast to coast, it's all lookin' like it's all sinkin' but instead, the water's high

Higher some more until the entire planetery dirt is envoloped by the law of the H2O on nigh

Comes too soon and sometimes doesn't come at all, in between unready for extinction's wrote

It's an infinite automatic out of any human control, not even a witch's magic are the antidote.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  July 1st, 2022 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{  Produced while jammin' to @Bob_Dylan https://youtu.be/U4zlA6NoSVE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

FIRST OF JULY #CHILDISHtrivia #GTFOOH #WhoYouTalkinTo?

THREE LOCK BOX

3HO BALL, VOID TIME-WARP CANCELLED, 3 LOCKBOX

You're the numerator of One common denominator or you wouldn't get to the end of the hell

Just the fire left over from the Big Bang within the core, hot in the frozen plane of Nothings' ID

Scaring the innocent and the bloody wild eyed and bushy tailed, tattooed you & me, ship sunk

Living in a lean-to, orange-blue to keep my belongings safe from wildass-dogs & hermit punks.

It's a categorical imperative that you come to grips with the nature of this reality, beside dying

As you lie dying when you're just walkin' around in a somnambolistic trance havin' a cool fling

Hammering your mind to keep it inside of your head, between your two ears, One inseminate

Callin' it your lord, your god, your daddy, the null or the void remains the matrix of soul fate.

Home advantage is an illusion, the man to beat is always the same man, it's the world's champ

Fools creating the rules and regulations for the innocent to shuffle around the game's borders

Inside with the in crowd, eating and refusing, breathing and gasping for Nothing left, lights out

Mind over Matter's Form, Shapes of living protoplasm, soft & hard rock to roll like a cub scout.

In a den, we played the game by the rules we learned were a necessary & sufficient condition

Of mice, men, women, girls, boys from zygote to corpse, spicy fragments of divine imagination

Not bad for a wild guess without a clue from the dead, all too human opinions of fools & idiots

Rulers of the packs, the whole shebang nothing but a fine way to control DNA's cyborg robots.

Ready to die?  Liiving just to get there & wishing it was another way, any other way, yet it is

The way it is is the way it is, I am in the middle of the fray, being silent is the narrow way kids

Origin of you and your kin all the way back to when there was nothing but bad guys all abuse

And everything else you thought you owned, immersed into a pool of Funk, tangled up Blues.

Forsaken no more my friends, my enemies, strangers both dead, alive & soon to be here, now

You have what it takes if you read these words, get ready, get set & go to the light's left elbow

Around the sand trap at the side of a dogleg, there's a green, soft & smooth with a glory hole

There's an invisible obstruction which requires momentum that can't be guessed, a golf show.

Putt, chip, drive & you get the rest in the other 35 times you tee off through a rough growth

Holes in grounds of 36 places everyone knows, Space's Time of surreal existence's swore oath

To remember nothing about anything before you were conceived of sperm & egg, no big ball

Of facts or fiction, a function of the calculus, it's all equal & comes out in the collapse of it all.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, July 1, 2022 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #God #ESSE love of the moment, #HolyS#itBalls #TodaysGonnaBeAwesom & listenin' to the @SammyHagar #3LockBox link @ https://youtu.be/lREScG0Pd2s  @Luke_Bryan #OneMargarita link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 & #GUFFAWING @CheechAndChong link @ https://youtu.be/Ggl72wOwoQE & then there's @Armstrong_Getty on @kste650AM 6-10 AMPST or podcast, #GitGit }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FoundTheLost #LostTheFound #InLikeFlint #ForChitzAndGiggles #GOW @GodsOfWar #GetRidOfFilibusterJoe

IT'S MY EMBRYONIC BIT, THE ONLY WAY, PATHWAY TO BABY

Grenades of bums aborting junky eggs, 'cause they lived in orange/blue tents

Near the railroads but not on the railroad property or they're all exterminated

Gods in stories full of words that appear to cast a spell upon the unvaccinated

Hot or cool chicks & dudes, America made slaves of ape's punks heaven sends.

Color of skin matters nothing at all to the dead underground, take my word up

To the top of the pack of idiots in charge of the rest of the morons, my bretheran

In church, in temple, in mosque or just a pagan athiest without a blind faith's sin

Of being all too human, free chooser of behavior, responsible for moves, action.

In the end, mystery is a necessary & sufficient condition for a pandemic cool fool

Nobody just like me to animate my soul, mind, consciousness, it's over, that's it

Don't shoot or stab the messenger, this is a self awareness ticket to the end, Chyt

No encore though, just a dropped mic boom on a loud speaker, you're in school.

Graduation at one last gasp of gas, above or below the atmosphere of outerspace

Evolution theory, creation blind faith in Presence of Divinity in DNA, acid's face

Species' necessary condition of a flow, divine elimination of disease, kiss a date

Nothing but a Void to avoid, don't choke or breathe 'til you're clear of lucky fate.

Give me the water, my thirst is stronger than hunger, you and I can't make deals

I am going to find a body floating next to mine when we've been drowned meals

For the fish, no joy for sharks of the sea, CO2 no O2, only plants will survive soot

Mother Earth, Dad of a Bureau of Rules, Commands & punishment, word afoot.

Yin & Yang, that's all folks, The Ends, click, caput!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June 30, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted  jammin' to @BrooksAndDunn link @ https://youtu.be/nw1wEccyusg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LookinforMyLove #SPIRIT

NOTHING TO LOSE YOUR HEAD OVER & OUT

Not following or swallowing gourmet filet humane, too human beets

Bloody stoned from the morning dew to the sundown tangerine seeds

I cannot go along with the program since I ain't a cyborg you are, son

Nothing personal but you're advanced not a pariah of way gone done.

In the name of a father's origin germ-code, rando recombo DNA jizz

Of the men, the mice, the roaches and rats, all a miracle of showbiz

On the stage, acting for cameras that roll & rocky 'round, dirty balls

Punks & fired up junkies lookin' to fix their brain in plethora's halls.

Hunker down in a bunker, it's going to be ending before long, SOS

I'm not just sayin' it's the generator of the things, sea of corny blows

Against your body, mind and every other atom of matter, it's a mess

Fortune of one's ignorance & intelligence, a lucky gasp, God bless!

So, inferences into the deductions & on to the propositional, so logical

It's Matter of Time's Space, nouns, verbatim object being predicated so

Magical that One joy is taken for granted, a deletion button works

Tapping it all over again, deep questions without answers for dorks.

Now and then, here and now, you think you got your act together, NO

Radical, liberal, criminally innocent's sins, mothers' nailed ipso

Facto in a dream, before and after it's all over too, Matter-Time ID

Ripped out of an owl's inner soul, it's wisdom for O-birds, so we see!

No sparrow, oriole, robin or cardinal around to fly above a treetop

In love on a two way street, one way avenue and boulevard. can't stop

Moved Matter post conception, meter by yard, slag of a footloose hag

Live mirror of what can't be seen, reflect the empty, visible-air jagbag.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Signify this monster credit to the writing on the wall & listenin' to @Supertramp #TheLogicalSong link @ https://youtu.be/low6Coqrw9Y & #LIES by @TheKnickerbockers link @ https://youtu.be/BH9YRpz757Y }

 A VAIN HOPE IN A RECTANGULAR JAGBAG

#FillHerUp #SubstractYourFaceFromYourHead #YouAreUnknown

ALL THE BEAUTIFUL & THE GOOD, NOTHING IS BAD, NOTHING IS UGLY

Do not enter anywhere that you ought to beware of a dog, the godhead warp king
Genetic predisposition to mutate by random recombination of DNA's sexual healing
Confidence men deceiving women to go along with Original Sin, take a byte good
FOO-fighter woke, cosmic light of faith in anything other than a Void of Homer goo.

Amazed by the monotony of the spinning Earth dirt, up and down from my eternity
Swimmin' above and below the water lines in the sand, free choice to get too busy
Easy money to earn and spend as if there's no limit up to one hundred years of sea
To sail from shore to shore in a pirate ship with submarine capability, land of Free.

Underground and in the middle of you and your doppleganger, there's an ice sheet
A barrier to restrict the guilty from infecting the innocent, it's the way I have to beat
Dreamin' in black and white or color, options for signals from old, holy robe trouble
Woke by fallin' out the bed, in a dream I fell down too, freefall back into my scribble.

Fiddlesticks are free in Fiddletown where men and boys are boys to men, every time
Everyone knows nothing to begin with and in time, it's more clear that it's Life Ends
Meaning there's only one way out once you've arrived on scene, look to be the ball
It's going to be right in front of your face & fingers of Braille, wrote on a cyberwall.

From perfection of Oneness to the other way of Multiplicity, imperfectly yours too
Evolution from one cell to the nucleus' mutation of the code, do no harm, no fools
Zippity doo da, zippity eh, my oh my, oh what a wonderful day, darker to be Blues
Without that feeling there's nothing but a conscious box of bones, unmoved mover.

Fished fbig game & they all got away as it's always been, I compromise romancing
Maybe the bad guy's felony was a case of mistaken identity, wrong places & times
Finally the T-shirts with the silkscreened cities & dates where the tour begins to sing
Peacefully, no deposit at the edge of Twilight Zone's entry, way gone & no return.

by

R J J  STEPHAN, I    #WORD

c.  Mardi, June XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1222 PMPST

{ #SkyNigh Nothing, no  body, no place, just a game from the getgo & LISTENIN' to @MorganWallen #GoneGirl link @  https://youtu.be/FDrB1Q1NRn8  & @ChicagoTheBand link @ https://youtu.be/iUAYeN3Rp2E  & @ https://youtu.be/cBGyFrHF1eU }

f i n i s

w.w.a.r.d.?

#GrimReaper #Grinch #GrimmerGrammar #GimmesomeSkinnerRanchUFOlogy

PSYCHOTIC SHREDDING, ALL TOO HUMANE GOLD 

Zip ties on your wrists to keep your will to THE power in check, pop wheelies 'til dusk

Dawn will break as it always does because the dusk cannot stop itself from being one

As if it's a problem not to be the Many, you should probably leave me alone, my son

We all know where this leads every time, it's in a groove that can't be fooled by musk.

Whisper in one ear and blowin' out the other, I do the right thing when it's all wrong

Skin so soft, it's what it means by what it reads, what it says, SSS, on the skin all along

For boys in the band and the girls backstage waitin' for a party after with a coolio cat

A riff off of a few frets with my pickin' and grinnin' as if I know the chords of E or F flat.

Climactic high and manic depressive low of the mind, for the brain, for the happy head

Stoned or not, could be just the normal seratonin charge from being amazed, not dead

For one false move, one wrong step, a turn in the wrong direction and it's over, caput

Children of ancestors are our own children's kin, a DNA evolved out of chimney soot.

I'll drink to that, let's have a toast with some Tennessee whiskey, I have the top shelf

It's BlackJack out of the shelters where I used to go before I got on the wagon, my self

But it's OK for you & the rest of the world to get fired up, white or brown gas of songs

Not your fault after the spirits remove you're free will to do right, to never do wrongs.

Everyone's a dead man walking because except for our mother's grace we forced entry

Into this world wanted or not, needed or not, trained to be good or bad even if ugly

Welcome to the veterans of the foreign wars your uncles and aunts sent you into low

So low below the down & knocked out that nobody knew what needed to get a blow.

In and out, starting over or just letting the finale be the ending, one last time, for me

Own the thing itself, you came, you went, you're all gone at some point, just not now

Maybe later, tomorrow, next week, a millionaire, more, that'd be 120M, I don't know

Soon, don't blink, y'all are alive due to the gamete entry into the ovum of Tennessee.

Luxury of Love and Gold, having it all and giving it all away to the ones without it all

No place like this Space and Time to get the karma even with the debt, payin' for kin

Way back when there was no way to get the bad guys, your great, great kin did a sin

Killed everybody they ever saw and took their belongings, just like the cops in a jail.

No sherrif or officer of the Law of Tao, Good & Evil that men do, it's all subconscious

This here bulk of word salad doesn't indicate what's the matter, it's empty flux dust

Below the atomic protons, neutrons and electrons over the one common halo I defile

Eyes wide open, ain't my fault that the Earth spins around the blocks, piles of smiles.

Out of the cemetery's granite shapes with names from A to Z, last, first, middle, rank

Oh son, daughter, father, mother, sister, brother, at the bye & bye, stink, stunk, stank

Away past the clouds where no human eyes are allowed to see, dream or not to be in

Some girls, rolling stones knew & sung the words, it's what I say too, I am now truckin'.

Law to murder, law to kill only if justified by self defense you can prove 'round a bend

Didn't intend for the life to terminate yet you may have been a First Cause of the end

Fault is the one who is closest to the moment of death than anyone else, it's the blame

For another one biting the dust, burial in stuffing or burnt to ash and rock bone fame.

Here's a vulgarity, a piece of linguistic jargon unacceptable in public, phonix is Phuqe

Immediate shock just for the thought going into your noggin, it resonates, oh phuque

Point is, forget about it, it's a sound and a thought, your mind is the cause, it's effect

All sound and light shows in a large cave without your mother, father or rocker sect.

Silent mess of the head bull's scat, what the whole herd are forced to whiff 'til dead

It's not the way of the warrior, it's the herd of the cow finding The Way home, graze

Eating cows & pigs makes the men & woman scale down the dream without me, so

Word is up, precursor of the word being made flesh, the way home has deleted blow.

I was off of the grid when the days were all falling into place, gettin' faster you know

As you approach the stones and rocks that need to be broken into fragmented dust

Gold or just the basalt from the planet's burning out function, planetary extinction

My business and yours, to know the facts of life you father didn't tell you, it's a bust.

Gold or platinum chrome plated reverse wheels, laid down a rubberized protraction

Babies of one day or nine months, one chance to enter this realm's fake satisfaction

Amigos knockin' on our front doors pushin' us into uncomfortable corners of loving

Down or hungup in this space, what's my name at that time, it Is All That I Am, I'm In.

by

 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 8:40 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @JohnnyGuitarwatson #IWannaThankYou https://youtu.be/u0JO5l8LkAc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StinkStankStunk #ItsAllOverNow #WhatDoYouKnow #UFOidentity #eyeThreeFooFighters #Bumps #Junks

FOR THE SAKE OF 'THE ORIGINAL ROLL' ON UPTO A HOT TIP

Mob ruling the kings and queens, princesses' fathers and mothers by sheer luck, born to run

From your home town to the foreign country, mankind is the food for thought, it's divine fun

Monks, apes, ghosts and this plethora of cause and effects of the Origin, First unmoved, Ma

Father not required for the nurture, only the germ is under control by a climax of the Papa.

Secret fish swimmin' in & out of Time & Space, in & out of the swarm's school of adult swim

Formula to conjure up the magic dust required to change direction from south to a north sea

From the place in Space you find yourself, look away from that to the unknown dark shadow

It follows you whereever you go, it's ahead or behind you depending on the trajectory, OMG.

Bulls & cows had a very good run, made the fight for freedom from being food for thoughts

Conscience and the psyche combined for the whole shebang, comin' down from a madman

Feeling nothing but the fright and disbelief  within the mind, seeing unbelievable fish in a pan

Fried like the brains awash in the LSD & MDA to scramble the Truth, data crash, a dumb man.

Nuclear warheads will cause the Earth to atrophy and return to the consummation of stardirt

Implosion after the explosion causes the empty Void's presence, nothing to see, hear or feel it

Present, past and future all constructs to explain the all too human divine entity of a dirt hell

What happened, recollect the Truth, say MUD out loud, gods' pride-proud, I Am Man & I Fell.

Bums and junkies are all that's left before the final chunk of reality, like scat, hits the fanatic

Contraction & expansion of the empty package, leaves nothing but a silent hiss, good & sick

Wisdom of the world left over on leaflets & in the minds of the progeny who forget about it

Perfection and dissolution of matter merge into the one cell, collapsing Singularity, Oh S#yt!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ It's a matter of an LSD form in time for the supper, lunch and breakfast to be recycled back in  realm of invisible nothingness, drafted while listenin' to #CoastToCoast @GeorgeNoory to be or not to be link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Triplicate @Bob_Dylan #SentimentallyYourJourney

SOUL VITAMINS' HOLE-FUNK, ROLLIN' STONED & HOLY

Even Uncle Sammy & Auntie Annie knew the answer but wouldn't give up the Ghost

Extinction in utero,  gods' clouds that needed to be wiped out alive, sought evil at cost

As it is, as you were, it's the same as it's always been, infinite ID of extinguished rituals

Nothing to celebrate with Tennessee whiskey, bad or ugly meaning crossbones'  skulls.

Yankees were doodling on paper before they knew how to make the cheat-cheat cribs

To get the A's & B's to enter the Ivy League of sports & intellectual prowess' baby bibs

Tripping along the sky of the blackness, appearing blue due to the blockage of the flow

Photons, protons, neutrons & the electrons of the beautiful forms of humanity's show.

Both above and below the causes and effects on the Human Race's best is yet to come

Gone away from the beginning of the race for all of the marbles, black mollies all gone

Swam away from the school and entered the twilight zone, too small to shuck & jive

Out of the gene pool's DNA, it takes two to divide the host, germs ain't dead, it's alive!

Vitamins and minerals from the center of this terrestrial anomoly, 3rd stone of a Star

Always comin' back for encores, even if you're too smoked to feel the tokes anymore

Since the #ByeAndBye is always there in theory, as it might be, we talkin' Ahab's Arabs

Best shot at Life's meaning, the gist of games people play in places with things' verbs.

Sang songs, preached the rhymed and reasoned words of subjects & predicates of Sin

Meaning that there's no luck, it's all about the errors and guilt and the paybacks' skin

It's in the game with your skull and bones, secret spells, to start over ad infinitum One

Never a Many ever again like it was when y'all forgot about it at the Pain of Birth, son.

Your precious love is what makes the gold shine and shows the way to the alpha Sun

Star burst out of the Milky Way's signals and signification of the Way to Be, Way to Go

From first gasp of gas to the final unkept gas swept out of the wise & foolish holy tomb

Millionaires and paupers all go, kings, queens, hobos and bums, there's a lot of Room.

Set around in that green circle at the kintergarden realm of the public instruction to be

Or not to be, that was the question before you knew about the play on the Word, see?

Shakin' the sphere to get the content to produce more of the same, becoming a toad

Prince sings, plays purple chords oe broke halos' trails, a happy ending on a back road.

Fiddle away your Time on Earth like your kin has done since day One, before you die

Get the scum and slime off of the glass so you can see the subjects and objects to fly

Above and below, it's all the same, you can't see it through the trees, there's a forest

Deep woods & unseen, hidden from Wild, Innocents to be on E Street shuffle's best.

There's no possible way to predict the conclusion of this fight for survival's end game

What is left of the spirit that floats your boat and gets the consciousness to give it up

The ghost came into the skin and bones easily, without effort, conceived in the Void

Reentry back into a grave matrix, the Beautiful, my gods, fly away, bloody hemmoroid.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Stared at aquarium Black Mollies AQUARIUM swimmin' to the @Chris_Stepleton #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/d2x254mCOvs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

SWEETENthePOT