LOATHING THAT FEAR JUST AIN'T ENOUGH #RareEarthIsEnough #OneFamousFormation #ComeWithMe #MA #WORDup

FAMOUS FORMATION, IT'S TRICKY

In every sense of the word, before and after the facts of life have been disclosed, dissolution

Above & below the thing itself, there’s something occult occurring before & after death of us

Not only are we cremated, lost at sea or buried underground but also our spunk’s cut loose

Herd of cows with fewer bulls than the requirement for survival, drink milk, eat steak blues.

Looking up is what happens when you’re out of control, an introspection out folds of an onion

Even may whistle Dixie on the way to the courthouse, to sign the agreement to be The Union

Confederation of crop holders who grew the seed & expected the profit resisted taxation’s sin

And so forth and so on, infinity on the lamb as the implosion of the Void begins at a holy one.

Who is upset with the only way that things on planet Earth can be, out or in utero, just as I am

You may not be in communicado, but I am, these thoughts going with one word being spoken

Executive orders are the final nail in the coffin of socialists of the states of Republicans united

Word up, just a manner of speaking sound agreed upon by the minions who inhabit the dead.

Love to be wrong, incorrect about my highly probable assumptions & undeniable conclusions

Ridiculous as your parents formed your psyche to the form it inhabits on every star, my sons

Harmony during strife is all that counts to survive the psyche assault with nunchakus of gold

Turning the world into clay before the ultimate annihilation, ash of leftover trees so I’m told.

Mash sound & light to be smelled & tasted all out of touch in the configuration of 360 degrees

A 3-d figure of two hemispheres in alignment, form & shape of all there is everywhere about

Gangs will be jailed until deported on day One, on the second ad infinitum, thank you please

Part of the die from one through six throws craps & snake eyes that’ll make your heart seize.

Play you cards right and keep them close to your vest to cover up the secret of a winning hand

It had to be, someone bet on the full house when all four deuces pulled away the rubber band

You win some & lose some, if you’re lucky more wins than losses for your past, a future shock

There’s been a schism of the schizoids who think the past ain’t got standing, I just wanna rock.

No matter what you believe, it’s highly unlikely that you have adopted a false narrative too

Until now, you believed you were always cool with the rhythm & blues of the song, so blue

Chills up and down the spine because the dope ain’t workin’ to kill the pain, to dumb down

What a shame, what a waste but there’s no choice, no free will, it’s the angels’ low moan.

Slowly you turn, see what you’ve missed? Nothing at all and there won’t ever be again

Don’t shoot the messenger, you’ve got the 2nd amendment, but I crash into a lion’s den

No use in negotiating with terrorists, they cheat, they steal because you schooled them

Harry and Don have the whole shebang wrapped up, it’s all about control of THC Stem.

You ain’t black, you ain’t white, you ain’t a permutation of the rainbow, so just pretend it

Get enough people to agree with the situation and you’ve become one of the many sticks

In the end as in the beginning there’s a fail-safe that prevents the misconception of tricks

Let it all hang out as if you don’t care one way or the other what another thinks in the pit.

Long lives may or may not be successful, short lives may be the most successful, it’s said

Things that needed to be done in a life once lived, reincarnated the memory of the dead

Now that’s the way the ball bounces, it may or may not be Free Will, it may be a joker’s

Dreamer having the dream we call life on Earth, in the head, in the dream, mother F’ers.

Birth and death of the 208 bones you’ve evolved from the sperm & an egg of your prequel

You have had nothing to do with the apparent choices which were all predetermined swill

Skullduggery gone down in front of your very eyes, still you didn’t put two & two to sum

Easy yet difficult to circumvent conundrums occurring at random, myself, I’m born to run.

If not me then who could be responsible for my behavior? A mighty amorphous entity?

Or my human parents since I’m all too human myself, it’s not their fault that I act chitty

All my fault, my responsibility for the things I cause & their inevitable effects, every one

None are not many, but some are either one & the same or a dream within another One.

You have me underneath your skin, in a manner of speaking, we’re crossing a foot bridge

Over the river that covers the gold of the capitol, we walk & ride across from over there

Pinned a place on the map when I was blind & stoned, it’s where I would go & stay forever

Dropped a deuce and although few know the reference, it’s the Truth of God’s dams of her.

Creeps of crypts in your closet behind your hung short skirts & long sweaters, a choice too

Silly big & little hunks of flesh & 208 bones to mix it up with the DNA pool, just like a fool

Not that you have a free will or a choice, it’s beyond good & evil, this is a wonderful thing

After the fact, it’s different and never the same because it’s not supposed to be, #f#c#ing.

There’re dead men who left their legacy from their own dead ancestors, unknown to us all

Very good and the most excellent come only from what we understand with no doubt call

Amplifiers blast out the electronic transfer of twangin’ & pluckin’ A’s to the G’s arpeggios

Always alone yet everything all together without a mess, all Order without Chaos’ blows.

Dopamine in the smoke, why it’s called the dweeb’s dope, it’s a sedative for future shocks

It comes in waves from a surprise attack with zeroes to the H-bombardier back of a B-52

Monkeys in the jungle or in the zoo, could be me or you but we’re just the naked ape stew

Don’t taste well to cannibals but they eat anything, they’re full of it & soon, a trigger cocks.

Facts of life are in the epistemology, buried within the deductions there are infinite quarks

As always, reflection of the things themselves requires an observer whether genii’s or dorks

Seriously folks, this is no time for pretenders to give it a shot, need the saving grace of IT

Critics are inside of my house as uninvited guests who know it all & then some, bull’s s#it1

Take a breath, take a knee for the national anthem because you hate your ancestors’ stone

Songs sung, prose on a philosophical jag to show how long you can go wrong, like a drone

Playing games & cheating on the one that I love, the one inside of me, you know it’s all me

Brought outside of the form it has no standing & can be obliterated into oblivion, ain’t free.

Sight unseen still imposes the hurt and it’s impossible to forget about it, now or then, git git

You may need a couple of shots and a Modelo chaser because this is going to get rough chit

Kansas City blimp to Seattle or to Bangor, matter moves in the intended direction, gas’ over

No chance leftover from the game, rules at the finish line, mission impossible, a divine lover.

Chicago stinkin’ to high heaven, Indian preserves by the boneyard named after Sainted ghost

Some height above seven feet gets the vision of giants lookin’ down on the creepin’ holy host

Mankind ain’t too kind to the women, attempting survival of the most fit, failing miserably

It’s alright with everyone dead & alive, there’s no harm & no foul, in hiding, shots & bubbly.

Too much is too much, mama used to say, enough is enough, a tautological nightmare too

I didn’t know until I couldn’t get the answer to the question, I forgot how God got so blue

Forget about being the mighty strong thing that nothing can usurp without murdering God

That’s impossible, famous formation cannot remain alone, get over it, wait for Time, hotrod!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ High Noon PMPST

{ Penned this without a pen while jammin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (full version 18”) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs?si=boICQ1XDdmX3gosV }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GANGSTAzPARADISE #ChickAboom @CaitlinClark #FemaleAtheleteOfTheYear #JohnWick5 & #3 TOO! #OptimusPrime #TheBangSessions @Van_Morrison @Keanu_Reeves #NeverForgetDECEMBER71941

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PEARL HARBOR - NEVER FORGET ZEROS' BLOOD

R. J. STIPULATIONS

Revolting the revolution in revolving reruns, controversy empty without me & you fool

Dreams ended with the #Woke and #Awakened struggling for survival in the gene pool

All the DNA in the world will not cause anything mortal to become immortal, cosmic soul

Chopped liver is better than hard liquor & weed you got in your stache, drag a deep hole.

Y’all got into the gaol but you’re the sheriff & you got the badge of courage, you are Dope

Not the bad thing of addiction but the one everybody wants & needs, like a whistle of hope

Complicated like your mother and father meeting in the darkness, original sin of the climax

Beginning of the finale on the way to a curtain call encore, it’s what it’s all about, the sex.

Clearly the beginning of the end when total extinction is the far away goal of mankind’s ilk

Back against the wall again & you’ll never guess the reason, so I’ll let you know, beer is milk

Get higher than kites that go no further than a stratosphere, astronomical cosmos all in knots

Catastrophic ending to the spontaneous interruption of Time and Space, imagine, we robots.

Wealth in the breath you’re gifted just because you survived the attempted murders of Me

By the by, it’ll all be water under the bridge but right now, I’m in revenge mode, sailin’ the sea

No boat or ship, no canoe or raft, Love shut down my needs, desire all of it, monster bull ‘S’

Rebels, under-the-skin fools livin’ underneath dirty rocks pounding in Jesus’ God nonsense.

That don’t confront me much, stabilize the confrontation in an invisible catastrophe, Big Bang

As above it is so below, differential dimensions 360 degrees around the Singularity of Yin Yang

See and hear, smell and taste what can’t be felt in the hands’ skin, left over in skull and bones

Retrieval of The Silence is the goal of the noise, metal to metal grinding, Matter left all alone.

This is all you get, the unknown remains and the known perishes like dust in the west winds

Marvelous to be & not to be, the life of the things themselves, atoms to dolphin dorsal fins

Aftereffects of the afterthought before the mind appeared out of nowhere special, in my head

Outside my face, it makes no difference other than to pass the Time in Space, dreamin’ in bed.

Runs up your nylons are never gonna win that race, barefoot & pregnant keeps fidelity rising

No time for regrets and guilty consciences resulting form roaming the field, just like playing

Games with rules you either know or you don’t, in every case, every reaction will fade away

As if it never had the chance to become a zygote, fertilized egg in the nest/womb of the day.

In every language on Earth from #PigLatin to complicated #Rap-a-licious signals with pistols

Check out old TV in old B & W, talkin’ Cisco Kid, Wyatt Earp, Marshall Dillon or Mather's

Quitting the ovulating teens from reproducing the species before the baby-daddies got gigs

Grampus & Grandmas got you as the center of an attention, want the DNA to survive trolls.

Interest given on the millions you’ve never earned but it’s your accumulation of God gold

Wealthy yet just began kiss the wiped derrieres of the ones who count your debits’ cache

Banked & shadow dancin’ like true loan sharks, catchin’ you on flip sides of ol’ successes

Law and three-piece suits are what they are, stealing the faux appearance, order of things.

Up in the sea or down in the upper atmosphere’s sky, disguised the black as illusory blue

Reminding nobody that this life, this existence of each of us living today und yesterday too

Are the remnants of the Big Bang, in trailer parks or out on the prairie in a Tee, it’s all good

As long as the spirit arrives into the skull & bones, a monster is created to get cookin’ food.

I heard her singin’ in the shower, in my mind, she’s not here and now any longer, I was hers

Where in this world could a place be better than right here by my handsome face, I’m fierce

Needs and desires fulfillment my adaptation to the survival of my 208 bones, top of the stack

Every day & every night from this to the last spin of Earth, I’ll love the soul stuck to my back.

All chills gone in a New York Minute, up to uplinked emotional spurts of adrenaline’s gluons

Better than butter which of course is whipped cattle milk for the calves who never get it, sons

Full-on victory for well-fed human herds on 7 continents, rich & poor will die in a Grand Slam

Promised by a phantom to save them from corpus dillecti when Nothing can, that’s It, Bam!

Shoot all of the messengers, burn all of the books, hide the Truth in Occult vaults of #AlienX

It’s not the fault of the ignorant that they’re deceived to believe lies & deny truths about sex

Facts of Life are all One and the same, Many have come from the One, subatomic, Singular die

Fins are up, since you’ve got no choice, you’ve been swept out to sea by the tide, isle #Yuletide.

I kid you not, it’s been said that one way or the other, in the end, everybody gives it up high

Here and now, one door opens & another door closes on the points of no return to this sky

Underground burial or immersion in the salted, dead seas’ & oceans’ leftover H2O battleaxe

Divine worthiness of your egocentric Id is your ticket to paradise, we think, we’re la bombax.

Idolizing the memory of the spirits of all, passed away skulls and bones left over and out of it

Bog of swamp muck surrounding your mansion’s mote, keep your chin up, breathe out of Chit

Nobody can hold it in very long, what goes in must come out or ill-disease results in predation

Oxygen and hydrogen-two, essential with rare elements of silver, gold and calcium deposition.

Oh, y’all thought you’d be rewarded after bodily expiration, sad but true, it’ll all be over, caput

Dreams and hauntings of the critical thinking mind you inherited by accident becomes a foot

From the edge of the universe’s dark void looking inside out, like a brown tide of Savoy, alas!

Egregious form of the shape of things, complexly simple conglomeration of free radical blasts.

There is a will to power of everything, it’s probably a #Clusterphuq of data in a tangled web

Display an asterisk for the follow up reference to a morsel, a smidgen or byte of Dataset celeb

Coming from underneath the muck and mire, ad infinitum, Free Will defunct, without power

Punked by the minions, just a phallic head and mutant voice-over, yet wise as a lawn mower.

Seriously or flippantly, I declare that I have no knowledge of anything more than Plato or Kant

In every case, to know is to assume conclusions based on assumptions, all impossible to know

Foreign to Earth from the moon to the stars in this & all other galaxies, the Cosmos’ epistemics

Models formed as red blueprints, I am holding the adversary off alone, bare handed & free.

Of a drink called Squirt, it puts a grin on your chin, standing alone without the crutches’ fly

Get some Devil Dogs to #Loose when WAR is waged, things themselves to the beats of battle

War on US enemy shores, if another one stands, I’ll send your life, come to a nightmare, son

Got brimstone for the lucky to be dead & gone, none will walk, none will have teeth, all gone.

One marine, with a need to bleed when the light goes green, one of a kind, deadmen survive

No standing alone, last to go, hardcore to the enemy, soft to my kin, baby boys’ & girls’ hive

Hell has no feeling I won’t overcome, bring the Devil himself, gonna force the #Turnaround

In a hot fire, OORAH Marines, #GetSome & say good night to Jesse & Sophia, heroes of One.

Halls of Montezuma to shores of Tripoli, the battles come and go, equipped to end the scuffle

Oorah, Git Some, Dogs to loose, War is waged, fill a need to bleed, so God smiled on the Corps

Rivers of blood runnin’ under your feet in the swamps, jungles and meadows of Oz’s wizards

Now, communicate, now hear this, deny your Ends to your peril, ready? Marines are brutal.

Gone further than the Yin and Yang were willing to go, beyond the force of the Void Devil

Hell being the Hades scheduled for the Evil who embody the Live Fear on the windowsill

March on this, chew on K-rations, drink pilled-pee & say night to Jessie, where chit blazed

Strong survive & for certain the bombed die, natural for dogs to loose, War jungle waged!

Here now, there’s a few gasps of breath left, nobody knows which one’s the last, kill more

Death does that to every living thing, subatomic or macroscopic solar systems, Marine Corp

1st Marines take on every communist who knows nothing of Marx or Einstein, singin’ a song

Warriors all over Space dispersed from 1st detachments, wings with skills on simmer, Score!

On a scale which has a zero in the middle of positive & negative integers out of order lineup

The stipulations have not only recommendations but also more importantly, a #Swifty D-cup

Million to one, a billion to one and it’s not my intent to repeat up to the Supreme Court dock

If the stream’s strong then the Force has the power to cause change, effective as a cock block.

Once happiness has cause pleasure and satiation, then and only then will the Life be copacetic

Nothing but the best things happen to the good & the ugly, the bad move subatomic evil slick

All things are a molecule in one form or another, from barnacles to triplets of human mothers

Electrons, neutrons & protons annihilate all 999 forms of life, slap me 5 Outerspace brothers.

Straight A’s didn’t get you into Yale or Stanford but it was your ticket to elite military groups

U.S. Intelligence as the foundation for keeping this Liberty we cherish & fight back the coups

Of all the dead heroes who gave their lives so that you & yours feel safe to party-on, I salute

Shook my phone for a response, just rates dropped so my yield increased beyond a law’s suit.

Pull and push the handle so that it’s open or closed at will, high-heeled boys with low sparks

No means yes & vice versa in the bizarre world without mothers & fathers, big dogs run parks

Trees, bushes, grass & ponds in pristine condition on the outskirts of the metropolitan locality

Crime defined as breaking ten commandment, punish as a necessary condition of humanity.

Disobedience to One Law or many laws with zero tolerance will lead to the contradiction con

Playing a game with the results a payoff in gold or tender, maybe a trade-off property owned

Big time or tiny space you can’t make increase it’s modus operandi if it’s not in the code, son

Predilection for more Time when you’ve run ut is a moot point, no more cash to be loaned.

On to conclusions, all deduced or become induced from the veracity of false assumptions

Consequential justice for the ignorance of the crimes and punishments of odd prosecutions

Mitigation of words, proof without any doubt that the Truth is deduced so very reasonable

Far away, much further than the farthest place in Space, out of this world, you ring my Bell.

All hands on deck, we have boots on the ground adversely affecting the extinction of life

Not only just the answer to the meaning of existence but all tight spots ready for battle

Defense & offense merge for the perfect nonsense & defense of the command’s ordinance

For the last time, wake up before it’s too late, your father’s orders, come on, Let’s Dance!

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Vendredi, Freezember VI^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Opened this can of worms while jammin’ to @BadCompany #ShootingStar & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EaZZRrWxAN8?si=0StR03TBrpwM2Y84 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

EVERYBODY'S GONE SURFIN' U.S.A. #JacuzziJack @WashingtonHuskies @TheBeachBoys

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

I GET AROUND

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As cool as the spit in your mouth when you’re lost in the dessert without a canteen of H2O
Sudden impact of the darkness’ starlit sky with the dessert calls of night creatures of blow
We can’t see the Truth since there seems to be none available without the fool proof cons
Pulling in the gullible to the nest of snakes, a lair of lions, either way, y’all gonna still die bro!

Divided and conquered before you knew it, let your guard down from the tight gripped trip
Solo in and out of the mix, compound is the nest’s creature in & out of the ovum’s wet slip
Lower below the uttermost echelon of the pit, it’s the one you see when you look out below
Hot or cold, in five to ten minutes, the corpus will become dillecti and you’ll pucker for blow.

Home or far away on the opposite side of the base of origin, still under One star’s galactics
Mercy in the cage when the crack stays open long enough to leak out the open gash for kicks
Liberty to lie as if the Truth mutates into it’s own contradictory, propositional logic, all mothers
Knew they’d find the trouble with making love, conception of the viral punks made by fathers.

Fear you’ll die, you’re right on the money, hence get busy & do what you got to do, no time out
It’s the game that is On, it ain’t Off until I say so, you’ll hear my last gasp, it’ll be your last doubt
That I was always the One that kept the motion in locomotion, the loco was all in my own mind
Cool or slippery when wet, hot potato, the species spits in slits, fires up mitosis of the third kind

Billing the mothers and fathers for being too lonely not to commingle DNA, can’t be all alone
Love & Hate alternate, a kiss first & then a final divorce decree, separation of a daughter’s son
Colors white to black, auditory vision in 3D for the initiation of the extinction, all too humane
Like it or not, no choices for the minions, be The Ball, dribble, shoot, score & drive me insane.

Dams of the gods, kept the gas combo of liquid close to the vest, to fish & wash the funk out me
You got some too but you can’t admit the Truth to anyone, the Word can’t get out, the gods see
Happy girls & disgruntled sons of the happy girls get together for holidays that ain’t gone south
Fried, cooked, seared, baked, heated, burnt out mind that eats all words put into the big mouth.

Guessed correctly because there was no choice, freedom or servitude are a flip of the switch
All we have can be eliminated in a heartbeat, then it’s all over, hot karma exchange for justice
No more time left for the unborn nor the dead & gone, timelessness got nothin’ on me, bitch
Stay long time, a quickie won’t do, marry your daughters to the androids who won’t take a pizz.

Fools congregated for the preachers to mend from their lives of random chaos, pretenders all
No chance for a second chance and there is all there is to it, jumpin’ for my love & yours, call
Me when I hear your voice makin’ a move on me, One star in One constellation’s psycho funk
Jump even higher than your feet could ever fly high for you, like magic you can smash a dunk.

Ready and waiting behind the curtain like the wizard that never was Oz or a wicked west witch
All the right moves in synchronicity with the essence that preceded all of the existence, beotch
Filters clear, only catchin’ the truth & a slow groove, all the lies about the nature of Love’s kicks
Slow hand at the end of two arms that realize the place in Space that evokes the stars in chicks.

Global thermonuclear exchanges & fast moves to be the king of ballistic missilery, megatonnage
You have never had anything like the thing itself but you need it to graduate into Troclom Tricks
Where in the blazes that may be is what this here & that there are all about, no more nor less
Something that never existed before the conception, dream within the dream’s infinite clicks.

Alright now then there’s a lot of karma comin’ down on my soul now at 72, I put it off for a few
Now, the chickens have come home to roost, rebels and the Yankees all know it’s all about gold
Contracts to force the deal to be square, nobody gets away with murder, all about cosmic stews
Gas within a dirigible is in a constant loop of hydrocarbons malfunctioning as if God’s got Blues.

Tricky as what no other effect has ever followed, daughter, sister & mother all wanted screws
So, I fled into the flight of the Air Force that inducted my 12 years of unmarketable scout skills
It’s a drag to have wasted that time doin’ this & that thinkin’ patches and badges of old fools
Leaders who malfunctioned & then tried to pass it on down to the minions in the mass’ Pool.

Rock in the world, all that’s left of the supernova, 7 notes of treble and bass puttin’ on the Ritz
Recall the gravitational Void will appear but nobody will know, existence will be broken into bits
What they are precedes the essence of what we are, still runnin’ around the clock, 24/7 bad sin
Know it’s gonna end, even though I love forever to be, repairing the malfunction, fix extinction.

Everybody knows, you know & I know that it’s all about the California girls Sacto to Corona town
Sitting on your fence waiting for you to mock my indecision to get down on one side or another
There’s no help on the way, there really isn’t any justice here or in the after-life, you’ll judge it
Not for me to say, que sera, whatever will be will be, future’s ours to see, it’s divinity’s gambit.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It’s a really dusty road to be on with no broom or a blower, you’ll see nothing clearly, Everclear
Inebriated ought to be aware, to survive as the most fit do, you must exude fierce power, fear
Nobody that confronts your face or back is allowed to violate a tiny mind’s eye of work today.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @1705 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uU0BOyQRjWM }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#RiffRaff #ACDC #WakeUPTheWokeBeforeTheWake #JumpForMyLove

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 A put-on for atomic mass

A-Team of warrior classes assembled in the backwoods’ tundra, all unholy jailbait
Ex-con defensive offense in state gaol, heads spinnin’ aggression only to annihilate
Feel it, antennae eject out of the bones’ mutation from 1951’s afterbirth placenta
Uneaten, simply disposed of my origin’s fuel for my mother’s milk, dried formula.

What you could never know since the Word cannot be read or said, an idiot rubric
Cube of six-sided dots and scratches, a die that rolls with another to complete dice
Got a pair in my deep pocket, awaiting inevitable production of bully fear put-ons
Comin’ out the clouds, down the mountain through foothills to a valley, my sons.

Daughters all got their heads spinnin’ before they hit thirteen, bleed on paradise
Making something out of nothing but a spurt or jazz puddle playin’ all snake eyes
Move slow into a snake pit, look around for all exits, drink nothing in glass or can
Journey about Spring, Summer, Autumn & Winter over 3 times 20 & 10, I’m Man.

No hiding out on your mothers and sisters, they know it all, can’t hide the power
Extinction and survival all in the hands of the ladies, not the gentlemen, no peers
History amendments and policy adjustments pending variable presentations of Id
Inner persons who appeared like magic after their conceptions, turned @TheS#it.

You are living in front of the band, being the face of the put-on, it’s no joke, reality
I, messenger & like superman, can’t be shot with lead, stabbed by plastic or metal
From skull to heels, my function is to keep Soul alive, survive in scum of swamps
Could be both here, there & everywhere else, seen & invisible to eyes of chumps.

Inability to move your know-it-all elder funk, from the pure, clear light of the gods
You & I know it deep within, denied the peripheral congregation’s head spinning
Clearly the One’s fog has lifted shyt into the-know-it-all phase of divinity’s dump
Follow me to this cliff, you’re dressed to kill but all you’ve got to do is, just JUMP!

Hunks of dreams between the awake, the woke & the drones of a Rio Linda dump
Drink something now, hurry up, drink your ale, beer, spirits stuck up in your rump
New York brought you to the final ending of your Finale, don’t hide, I got you, Jill!
Yelling, screaming like the unborn about to be aborted, you’re 60, dressed to kill!

 by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XX, MMXXIV @ 911 AMPST

{ Copied this out of Our Minds’ eyes, I got two of ‘em, nobody else does, I’m the only one, livin’ in Funk with @TheWho at the #HideOut #ThePutOn finished the touch while jammin’ to @TheWho #EminenceFront link @ https://youtu.be/rx6Zgz0TZuA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?