STOP, YOU'RE FIRED! ESCORTED FROM THE BUILDING . . . #WhenTheGeneralsTalk #DRAKE2 #Skynyrd2024

BLOW YOUR BOX TOP, COACH SKYNYRD TOPS DOWN

Michigan survey and Mississippi poll data indicate you’ve got big trouble in small China

What in the intercourse of animals is going on within the atmospheric pressure love spa
Password forgotten, identity of face, fingerprints, DNA CODE of extinction Singularity fix
One myriad of atoms dump into the Void, Nothing alive beyond the Void licks and kicks

Nothing is fair, sometimes you win & other times you lose, winning losers of a holy game
Man and woman, human beings all, not aliens from another star in the land of the lame
You ain’t no antichrist, you’re no prochrist, you’re no devil in disguise or no-body losers
F-bomb use by the women points to the decline of civilization, give mamas the fingers.

You will like it or lump it, means if you abhor the thing then remove its presence in sight
We move without thinking, we’ll die & remain the same, without thinking of a good fight
Symptomatic of the disease, it’s a quality I’ve tended to with revolutionary artificial intel
UFO crashes in Time & Space give us the crumbs of infinity, travel e=mC2’s rang a bell.

Boiling hot and frozen stiff in the middle of a bizarre world, animate the cats on the block
They all await the ending, some look forward to being dead in heave, others do hard rock
Back & forth in the cradle, baby looks up just like the day it’s gonna die, no beat or pulse
Into the center of the core, in the middle where nothing is surrounded by everything else.

Suckin’ wind out of the restroom allows no more breathing in or out of the inner sanctum
Bloody thoughts have no blood at all, ideas called thoughts with jigger shots of 151 rum
Primary or secondary, hearts beat in all synchronization with the Earth’s rattle & hum play
All gone away forever, sender unknown, address unknown, #SkibbidyDoo, so yesterday.

Something changed, nothing is the same as it was yesterday, troubles seem far, far away
Laughing and crying about this or that story, #LouieLouie sang a song, tonight at ten PM
She’ll do it again & again because it’s the nature of insanity, expecting unexpected Zen
We know nothing, we’re the rocket men with one love, pop your tarts & blow me today.

Do not touch my wife or my husband with your eyes or your hands or you will disappear
As soldiers do on the battlefield and airmen who crash and burn aircraft that fly by ear
Suffering stops when the pain ends a connection with the vibration of immanent death
Back off of the thought, store it in back of the mind to recollect at-will, hold your breath.

Laugh at the serious people and their theories of reality which have no grounded being
Inside of the forms, shapes are unrecognizable, outside and inside don’t coincide at all
Higher above the air to breathe, a soul without a body, flies with abandon, hear it sing?
What we are is an atomic conglomeration, star-sons of Adam, Time & Space cool thing.

Narcissistic as you are, you think you’re not so much, right or wrong, the point is moot
Nothing’s happening to the things we are, a scent of nothing at all wafts through afoot
Nonsense and logic merge into inductive and deductive arguments for pan philosophy
Horizontal moves of my head-cam, follow the tilt & pan shots circular jerk of Divinity.

Balance on your ball with a plank of petrified wood, moving to and fro, tilt & pan shots
You’ve got nothing but Time until you don’t have it any longer, lose Space & lose Time
High low inner being, animated and excited like a divine flambe nobody knows is Fire
Spark out of nowhere, friction or spontaneous combusted, ride dirty up-country here.

God ain’t helping, that’s not the divine task, struggling for existence is tantamount ego
Staying alive in the body, healthy without invasive plunges into my skin, no shots Bro!
I’m not havin’ it, nobody knows what happens when we die, no heaven or hell likely
Simple mind, brain workin’ the room, applause & an encore, that’s the ticket, To Me!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XIV^th  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Cast these aspersions toward the #Genome, toss the salad for monkeys who want the #TrojanHorse in the house, while listenin’ to #TheyNotLikeUS #DRAKE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Xty2gi5cMa8?si=EQaXuUHQtHrZK2mU }

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

#GotLuckyInTheLimo #DYK? #Pditty @PDitty

PROVE ME WRONG, SHOUT OUT SILENTLY

LET US PLAY

Come over to my place in Space and you can see the variable unknown, my blood
Forensic evidence that you were born and raised on Earth in a radical hippy mind
Clobbered upside of the head when you were only 33 years old, younger than god
Your god, my god, our god, no god matters very little to the revolution of the Sign.

Pump your air into your bag of empty words that mean something nobody knows
Pick your face over your skull and you’ll be alive for a while, then Earth just blows
Into an empty space between me, you and the stars in Outerspace, dollar tree chit
Hard liquor and soft drunks’ drinks make this world wobble on it’s epileptic fit bit.

Monday, a name for a repeating spin on the ecliptic, see Earth from empty Space
Exist then decease, desist from the immortality conceptual analysis, God’s race
To live being good and avoiding evil, utopian apes with less hair than Cavemen
Mountain lion running in your yard, inside of your 8 foot fence, cougar is all In.

Be eating you after the kill of your circulating broken heart, I ate the whole hole
A taste of nasty stench shoos them away but it’s too late for your invisible soul
So, you got no angel’s wings and no hot pitchfork for a journey to burnt Hades
Downhill, uphill, above & below a hot core, lost in Space & Time’s Purple haze.

Seven, eleven or any other Prime Number have every convenience we need
Buy it all, use plastic, rectangular magnetic strip punch cards, I’m In & Out
Polls show other polls asking ignorant and imbecilic notions of dead feed
It has to be dead, plant or animal for humanity to survive the extinction shot.

Cleaned, skewered, BBQ’d over the burning logs of dead trees, dead dinner
Stayin’ alive gotta eat the dead scat, blind faith past the nipples and bottles
Got bread, got meat, got seasonings for the dead life, easier to swallow her
Mother Earth provided, you & I recycled all dead until our death, then caput.

Ending at The End, then there’s just a pot pipe left for your gramma, puff it
She’s high as a kite, like the one you flew into the wind over the empty pit
As above, so it is below, unconscious as dead star dirt in orbit, world whirl
You came here innocently, accept your guilty pleasure, come on baby girl.

Episode between the Void & a hard place is right here, right-twisted shout
Your ma & papa came to bring you the gift of breathing gas & dopamine out
On to move an unmoved mover you must first be the One, then #Skeeeert it
What in the fictional trap is the bait? Air supply, dead food & the dead scat.

Gone too soon or not soon enough, either way it’s hard to gauge come & go
Here today & gone tomorrow, yesterday without recall, no memory of the show
Gone to the far end of the far side and it’s the only humorous thing is, The End
As if you were taught that you were immortal to avoid the fear of death’s Zen.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March XXVI^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @911AMPST

( Absurdity created from the Void this AM while jammin’ to @Armstrong_GettyRadio on @kste650AM }

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

CONVICT DELUSION OF INNOCENCE BABY #OHgirl #BeerForMyHorses #ImWinning

PRETEND BODY & SOUL WON’T SURVIVE EXTINCTION’S DOOM

-------------xo gods-------------------

Two wrongs do not make one right, that would be a fallacious argument in a fool’s face
It might be the ways and means of the forms and shapes of the times that shape Space
Time too that seems to be a measure of your relationship with the cosmic Brand flakes
Gods and the gold, primary function of a bullied boy is to become the government cake.

If you’re a moron, you look like a moron, you speak like a moron, you write like one tool
High crimes & misdemeanors flap you lips sir Raskin or Holmes of the Sher Locke’ fool
Swine kidney saved your DNA, savin’ pigs is no fine meal for the carnivores of humanity
How now, piggy heart, can we use PIG when we’ve clogged every blue-blooded artery?

Serious as a heart attack, the coronary thrombosis comes & goes with the Earth’s spin
Revolving, orbiting, stuck in the sun’s gravitational collapse in an infinite vortex of Gin
Shots with the tonic got me over the facts of life, being out of control, I created The Toy
Of the Man above & below me, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, CLEAN, reverent boy.

Dramatic Talkie from First Cause’s walking dead, stayin’ alive in the coffin grave, Revive
Lumps of skin and bone, asleep even while wide awake, inner blind faith’s comfort dove
Peace to the ones who struggle to get over their own abuse by elders, the evil are alive
With you & with me, some guitar strings pluck the arpeggio & hit Hits, all below & above.

Original sin recollection or total ignorance of the reason for the Earth’s existence inline
Matter and the Forms, shapes of the things we have discourse about, cyber intercourse
Events are the memory of an illusionary presence & it’s momentary lapse of dreaming
In colors of the rainbow or in basic black & bright white, either way divinity’s scheming.

Creating the creation and taking no responsibility for the actions of the offspring, it’s Life
The narrow way is to act as an orphan without companions would, to be One cool knife
No back up required, self-sustaining logistics to stay alive & comfortable for the duration
Of good & bad times happening to everyone on every dried-up continent, I’m mortal sin.

You cannot pay a fine high enough to pay divine transgressions, you’ve been conceived
Intelligent life can’t be discerned underwater or in an invisible, empty mind, yet, believed
Impossible that a contradiction can be a Truth, back-to-back holes-in-one don’t happen
17 million to one, a highly impossible shot in the dark to a divine microdot, a lion’s den.

Heavenly bodies more than the human females’ 207 bones born, being cosmic void scat
The barrier to the Space between all things in the galaxy is invisible, you still collapse it
Freedom ready for Will to Power trending expansion, annihilation, obliteration God spat
Jealousy of my jelly beans, make ‘em Joe, I ate ‘em grampa, rotten tooth karma’s Fitbit.

Star to star, face to face, understand what’s going on in backgrounds behind your back
Biscuits with grave butter that clog the tubes of the many, I am One, the same as Black
Skin color in the dark is the identical hue and shade, only idiots lack the discretion high
Not the fault of an idiot, it’s DNA genetic inheritance, love is blind, it makes the Big Guy.

Daddy knows nothing, mommy knows most if not all that needs to be known, need to no
Just say no, it feels very good to be in control of the behavior you’re responsible for, bro
Sisters too, you’re not left out of the obligation to be responsible for your actions, oh girl
I’d be in trouble regardless of proverbial “End Times”, I think, ergo I’m God’s whole whirl.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March XXIInd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Uplinked from the @TrumpTowerPenthouse & @500ItalianFreemasons & drafted from #Hades’ link @ https://youtu.be/9FSJKmEUZfI?si=gfmtc9L24wGy6LSK }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?