Extinction's Abyss #FlipGodOffThePlanet #NowSTFU #WillYou #DoTheKamela #SNL #FERGIE

ROLLING STONED, BLOODY BLACK & BLUE TERRESTRIAL UFO

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You got another thing comin’ & it ain’t no shelter from the cold pain, everywhere it exists
On your borders of every country, every continent above the sea, there is extinction’s abyss
All the brave men who would have gone, died with their bravery in the battle against gods
Strangers full of the scat they’ve eaten in another form, cold or warm, meals on hot rods.

Snowing until the mountains are capped with frozen rain, before it melts into rivers of gas
Hydrogen and oxygen in their own ways, are the matrix of Life anywhere in the cosmos’ ass
Not nice to fool mother nature nor the creation of blind faith minions who crave dead food
In the end, when the proof for Truth cannot be denied, there’s your foster parents’ blood.

Produced your soul with a gamete & ovum created from nothing but the First One, dangers
Full of jelly or custard, that Bismarck didn’t sink, it thrived into the sinews filled with blood
You feel it, we all feel the same thing when we do identical things, act One product of mud
Possibly there’s no encore after the Play, when it’s over, it’s all over, Yanks lose to Dodgers.

Inappropriate behavior exhibited, a doppelganger neither with my permission nor knowledge
It’s a put-on if you ask me, to show the world that there’s a power much bigger than hot fudge
Hitting the road with Jack, it’s much longer than the maps indicated, 2 inches are 200 kilometers
Hopping ‘til Easter then dying for a rise out of rigor mortis, only One god can perform, not hers.

I am utilizing a tool of this trade, an ethereal persuasion from a sped-up present in the SF bay
Dreams appeared out of nowhere & in no time at all, they vanished into thin airshow, The Way
By no uncertainty principle can anyone exist on a planet with freed slaves & their progeny mix
Masters’ daughters and liberated slaves’ sons evolved into wealthy, upper class, private dicks.

In the showdown, there is always the ends, the shots from the duel in the dirty, dusty pathways
Chilled Earth, Wind & Fire in a cornucopia that yields all there is from ancestry & descendantry
Love or the lack of it didn’t matter before, only in between before the fixed legend eclipses it all
Talkin’ a singularity of the creator’s wounded heart, love can’t stay out in the open, it’s Ai’s fall.

Pitches down the pipe, struck out twenty-six in a row, fast-screwballs, bored kids run out of time
We kid you now when we normally kid you not, cheaper to keep her, beats rhythm, holy rhyme
Cake made in the bakery of mama, she cooked & cleaned while I waited for a piece of the sign
That the eight cuts will lose one of them, masticated the fruit & nuts, the creator was so fine!

Pine box at the end keeps your bones until the wood & your parents’ DNA dissolves, as you do
Superego can fill the volume of the Void with more cache & digits than a zillion-trillion or two
Haunted by ghosts no more my man, my woman like my mama stands up for the Truth, as I do
Created by the unknown & left to fend for themselves, those unseen before us, feared Me too.

I can’t blame anyone for fearing the significance of signs of stop & go signals, I’d like to signify
But I can’t tell you the word, the code or I’d have to terminate your remaining time of life to die
It’s a sound from A to Z, combined with a rattle and a hum, replacement for the deplorable guy
Unknown commodity, sideways or up and down, it’ll end in a solo whimper, so have a good day!

Idiots close to the vest stay right there, forget about you & your hallucination that you’re alive
You’re in a dream & you’ve been fooled to think you’re in a reality other than that, you’re jive
Yet you’re free as the flowing water comin’ down the mountain from the melted white snow
Simple mind inside of your head, the wall is in your head, I lie that you lie, you’re lying now.

Moron, you get it now. You could fly in a blue dream without your wings, just die first, hu-man
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, can’t fly for a reason, bake, fry, BBQ their wings, all too human
Beans & seeds to keep the ignorance occupied with clutter & immaterial forms of dead-life sin
Mortal & original offenses are the natural beast’s behavior, laws are to tame the beast’s skin.

Pinch yourself if you think you’re sleeping & dreaming, this is reality & it’s the way it is now
For now, cause & effects repeat ad infinitum and there’s nothing you may change, just blow
Lips closed tight, wind up & out the face, screech in the ears to be blocked, deleted in spurts
Fear me & you until the loathing appears from the place underneath the sister’s dark skirts.

Creatures of variable mutations of DNA, some still here & now, some long extinct, even day 1
Nothing more or less than everything under the sun, our closest star, a bit of the astral cluster
Milky Way, immaculate conception inside of a virgin, a pope, bishop & cardinal can preach, sun
It’s the invisible One behind the origin of the sun & the whole universe of blown stars, buster.

Up and down from the bottom line you can jump to the top shelf of ingredients, old schools
Nothing is up there, where everyone wants to go, final destination of dead witches & ghouls
Humble your soul’s molecules & atoms down to the nuclei, proud to be dead weight keepers
Fick led people from the holy water to the insipid missiles launched & discovered monsters.

Telling the bad guys where you hide from the predators is the idea you get before extinction
Every extinct species on Earth, from A to Z, some undiscovered, some archeological foreskin
Saying words, sounding as A, E, I, O & U, sometimes Y & there’s consonants like the eighteen
Five and ten stores have cheap goods, penny candy in jars, security internal morality sting.

Bitten by the eye-teeth and canines to bleed out the form of life that is food for vampire ilk
They are already dead, painfully alive with the minions who deal in guilt and chocolate milk
High five and ten stores closed for business, today and tomorrow, forever and a day or two
High times, blood flow, brain’s mind, speak, see & hear no evil, kill purple people eaters too.

Everyday you wake up, stay awakened up to 16 hours & then resume the unconscious fire
Fire up the engines waiting for the shot to begin the race, the finish line’s ahead, love a liar
Perfection between the zero & the One, any other number is imperfect & part of the hole
It’s empty & it’s never been full of anything except once, at the Big Bang, boom, let’s role.

Sucking down into the Singularity there’s a point of no return, nobody wins at the ending
Hair is burnt, skin is love in a hotdog bun, the space between stars & planets is full of scat
You can feel the Truth coming into the veins and arteries, streams, rivers & an ocean thing
Atoms H2O gas recombination, The End dissolved, hydrogen, neutrino-oxygen Mega boom.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, BLOVEMBER 2nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @JoeRogan interview with @DonaldJTrump on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hBMoPUAeLnY?si=qQQBUy7ENShaRiKn }

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

LYING LIARS AIN'T LYIN' BLOKE SO WOKE, NEED A WILDASS TOKE

NOTHING BUT EARTH & MOON IN A VOID OF BLACK A(D)TOMS

On the nature of being between rocks & hard places, mantra gin & whiskey
Dialogue and holy commands of the commanders followed a “T” grey beauty
Truth about lies & rampant fabrication of lying liars who grace our Earth
Place in Outerspace with junk & #StarWars in defense of offense, Afterbirth.

We’re inside the Marxist placenta, it’s eating itself in a word misspelled by a bloke
Spelling bumblebee and the other words used by darling loves who remain Woke
Hard liquor you see ahead in a glass, a neat one of Jack, in charge of minions
Knowing nothing, believing in blind faith’s indoctrination of first-last strike sins.

Who said what about how & why you know when one is being offered ends’ gold
Full throttle to keep Time in a bottle so it doesn’t get poured out & drunk to get old
Hey man, it ain’t my idea, this is the way it is and the way it’s gotta be original OG
Got with it in a groove, followed the force of centrifugalism into spin of neon skin.

Black & white just like the old TV’s used to be, there was no color in cathode gas
It has the WORD that got made flesh in the radio & TV waves paid back, jackass
Gods above & below Earth’s moon, they’re all AWOL & come back to witness
Revolution between powers that be and the ones that want to be, Wannabees.

Contents are unknown but the fixings of conglomerat can't be underestimated
Fix has been in for centuries, millennia it’s one & the same thing now, God & Ted
Billing you & me for the payments to red devils & horned gods of a Viking queen
Peaks of the mountains got chopped off by a UFO’s needing gold backs uptown.

Nowhere a Milky Way, far, far away from anywhere, UFO clouds, bring it to me
Pricking up ears in a holy sepulcher, just to raise the dead ad infinitum, dreamy
Phoenician & the rockin’ relatives of the original G’s, Adam, Eve, Cain & Abel
Willing to let it all go if you pay me a ransom, billion bucks in a gold, cash bell.

Perks of rock candy jelly in bean form, rocking holy smoke’s routine, put-on folks
Like it or not & only if you DON’T, all matter of telling the truth, the ol’ okie doke
Pumped up air into the jump shots, miracle is that you still breathe gas up to it
Instant peasants required to aid kings’ chores queens want done, bunch-o-chit.

Complete asinine punks and their progeny’s parents which is selfie's final exam
Running a chit show of this planet’s civilization until a bitter end, a put-on scam
Cringe-worthy to examine under a microscope to avoid the Eve of Extinction
Old men & young men, mothers, sisters, wives & friends, are mortals’ sin-skin.

No free will or choice, good, bad or ugly, it just is what it is, substantial Zero
As above  so it & is exactly the same below, ala core to stratospheric blow
Brimming from the top of a scalding, hot café con leche, T-cell damned, hotrod
Eight by Six, 30 days in the hole or when it’s fiesta time, that’s a recall to God.

Misanthropification of mercy in holy gravity, below & above grounded, red dirt
In a flow around & over the rocks because I can do that, Dusty, total cock Block
Schism cracked glass in the canopy, free for all animation straight to the top’s tip
Hair shaved, grown underground & clipped over & over ad infinitum, time to RIP

Hot takes from trouble hooks & lures that the river flowed by a carbon hot rod
Tush I looked below & above for no reason other than to generate a people god
Men, women, gods & illusions of extinction for air & ground, orbit's chaos key
Nothing lasts forever, be Nothing forever, hillariously yours I am #DictatorFree.

.by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Septembre XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini # 1111 AMPST
{ Crafted out the Void while jammin’ @PITBULL concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9H8tZ3vKM8U }

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

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@LynyrdSkynyrd #TooLegitToQuit Imagine Monday Is Friday Everyday... can't get to the weekend, ever, foreveer... #CocoaKissinFelixTheCat #BillionaireDollarBills @BozScaggs #LIDO @RobinTrower @MatthewPerry R.I.P. #TalentKnowsNoColor

LOOKIN’ FOR PEACE OF MIND BEAT AROUND THE BUSH

A .44 mag, If and only if you follow the argumentative presentation, you’ll proceed

It’s always with me, caution of my elders warned me to utilize gods, as a plant seed

You all are out of my GD mind, deep into One out of body experience, as y’all must

In the finale’s end, no choice but to be buried or fried to the pulverized bone dust.

Fish incorporated in a & surreal presentation for the minions deep consumption

Re-admission into the hall’s leading to the sanctuary where the blessing is a sin

As this movie called reality moves from being awake to falling asleep again too

Keep your eyes peeled & watch your six, it’s a cruel, cruel world my girlfriend.

My mother done told me to wait until my father came home for discipline might

We died in a jet crash on #911, trying to save Time in Space from hosting a mutant

Recollection recalled, rerun ad infinitum, nobody ever saw this coming lightspeed

No parking jets on runways, tarmac or hangar anywhere on Earth, it’s all Godspeed.

Where you are right now is where you’ll stay, not a slim chance anything survives

Rocks and melted snow comin’ off of mountaintops from Rockies to Blue Appalachia

Backwoods forever until the bottom falls out, a gravitational collapse of my scribes

No more writers to subscribe to the blather, it’s malfunction in the junction of hives.

Bees or men, either or both, they consort with the queen & secure hive honeycomb

Full backs and quarterbacks without a full deck in the backfield, it’s in motion some

Penalty in absurdum for the duration of the 4th quarter, then it’s all sudden death

Yours, mine, everyone alive & all who have already succumbed to the last breath.

Spit and polish on your shine will last until someone steps on your toes, it’s fine

I’ll step on yours too when you don’t know it’s me, in the middle of a crowd’s line

Here before the judge, I plead not guilty of being guilty, I’m always the innocent 1

There’s neither hide nor hair on my buckskin pelt, dead Davey Crockett but I won!

Is this the mule of the government or am I sleeping in bed, still dreaming this is real

When it’s a tiny figment of overactive imagination & a drag on society’s scat steal

Out of the swamps and the frozen tundra, the game gets played until the end’s scoot

Happens that way, no other way to happen, a cause for every effect, then it’s caput.

Bouncing back down like a ball off of a backboard or a puck of a goalie’s facemask

I can’t get higher than a happy ending, when I win, I celebrate until I pass the flask

My Jack Daniels on my rowboat in the swamp, my iPhone fully charged & jack free

My girls ain’t around, it’s too harsh, huntin’ gators, I am, I did, they swallowed me.

Plans of the fools who never see the end of the dream when wide awake, too bad

Nothing you nor I can do about it, it’s the jive of the picayune punks on the corner

The block stays and the players fade & die with the plague or the accidental slap

Dead grim reapers who don’t care, material form in despair, y’all just phuqin’ rap.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 9-9-MMXXIV Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drained the swamp & made souvenirs for fleecing of the flocks, drafted ditty jammin’ to #LynyrdSkynyrdsInnards on youTUBE  @ https://youtu.be/-qlzg5_hCXo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P. JELLYBEAN JOEJOe

@Santana #SmellGoodOn You Gotta Whoop A Mansarse Sometimes... #WhenYouCantLetItSlide @WillieNelson @MarshallTucker @Nickelback #TeslaPurpleWrap @ElonMusk #YaGottaWhoopAMansAssSometimes @TraceAdkins @LukeBryant @PITBULLonduhboat

TIME GOT ALL GOOFY, beer for my horses & a BOTTLE OF LAMBORGHINI’S 1’S & 0’S

Like it or not, Nothing is what you get small or big mouth closed or wide open

Ancient or modern historical records say nothing about the Nothingness kin

Our original sin was to allow ourselves to be created & defined by stern or bow

We are the masterpiece independent of the artist, created to be oh, Solo Mao.

You know what you’ve discovered, secrets not divulged to avoid panic & despair

In the children whom you mistreat or nurture to the genius mode under long hair

Man or woman, brain in the skull, no different than living forms killed to masticate

Grandmothers & grandfathers stopped making children & caused the decline, Fate.

Hollow Truth, empty of substance and form, empty sounds bouncing on ear drums

Got the beat, makes your toe tap on the floor, to the one, two, one, two & so on etc.

Higher or lower sounds and sights are neutralized by the wind sucking idiots & bums

Not their fault that their parents sucked wind, no count dirty rats evolved from a RA.

Monkeys climb & have no bathroom or bedroom manners, no civilized culture of God

Creator of heaven & this planet within the cosmic realm is AWOL, there’s ne’er a peep

From the emptiness’ foundation where everything else rides on the sharps & flats fad

Simulation of a dream within a dream yields everything you are conscious of, eh dad?

Call you papa or daddio, daddy or pops, y’all are just a common man, mortal in utero

Ingrained in the matrix of invisibility, indistinguishable from your memories of Skippy

My peanuts crushed into a liquidized paste of positive negativity, pessimism ain’t right

Optimism is the middle path on the journey from ignorance to enlightenment sunlight.

Cold fusion I’ve bottled for the atomic fission at the point of no return, Singularity

Stretched to be unconscious ennui instead of life as we know it, all country & city

Asleep for 1/3 of every 24/7 spin while alive as a human being, dreams ala virtuality

In your highness that’s below bottom of the sea, center-core of the planet’s sand.

Contraception Cro-Magnon female from 20 years or more tending to slackers’ slack

Beer and wine and ale & whiskey and rye, gin, vodka, scotch, or 1 bottle of Blackjack

Just me & God playin’ mumbly-peg & shootin’ shots of lead balls cut down my throat

You won’t know what hit you when it’s time to check out of the universe, all she wrote.

My plasma screen cannot be influenced by magnetic field, stabilized for high freaks

Lowest possible wavelength & highest frequency, blow your mind, leak the ass cheeks

Between 10 & 3, when the sun’s down, on opposite sides of the globe’s illusionary day

Where’s your head and third eye at right now? Asleep again, no doubt, safer that way.

Now, it’s a bit dark, the frogs are ribbeting for posterity and the scared, flying bug dead

Swamp is steaming it’s stench, the bog of the millennia where “the refused” accepted

Right or wrong, good or evil, out of this world those concepts migrate to illusionary six

Behind my back, I can’t see 360 degrees, still hope for the coverage, back exposed sex.

You guessed, conclusion deduced is the only reason you’ve spent time philosophizing

Assumptions & induction of the subjects & objects with or without the Deja vous thing

Space is the distance between atomic things, reality animates the empty sets of fools

I don’t want to be, but I am One of them, all fools have no scruples or command rules.

Vaporized or frozen Life as we know it, nothing to do with what we want or need as Man

Women don’t care why they do what they do, they’re here to procreate the game, Fam

More important than living is arranging your own disposal of the matter & form leftover

Time & Space have no mercy and no remorse, y’all got lucky to live to cry about a lover.

Close your eyes and #STFU, that’s what you can look forward to, it’s for sure #NotWoke

I’m a betting man but odds aren’t on my side, it’s a longshot even on a baby blue moon

Something to say when there’s nothing left but the break of day, up all night long alive

Not dead to the world & unconscious as the Earth wobbles and shakes, on a deep dive.

Sometimes, you just gotta say #WTF whether you like it or not, all ministers & sinners

We got here without our will & now we’ve assumed the position, as all us primates do

Getting it in front or behind is a matter of logic & reason accepted by the inseminator

Dumb as a rock no doubt, ignorant from foot to snout, promise to break all beginners.

In one form or another, substance from subatomic hydrogen to One, Black Hole portal

It is what it is and it sure is funky but it’s better than rigor mortis, I think, therefore I am

In the petri dish of wisdom and reproduction of matter transformers, shat & ate for all

Time is right now, here in this place in Space to divulge obvious & a subtle occult slam.

Bring you’re a-game to the rumble, be ready & willing to show you’re able, Sid & Mable

You’ll get hurt or you’ll die trying not to get hurt, last resort is you eliminate all threats

From your entrance to your exit, your presence is regarded as sacredly profane debts

All of past & present karma of redundancy, eternal recurrence of blind faith in sunsets.

Blind, deaf & dumb with the ability to taste, smell & touch things themselves, as above

Meaning beyond the stratosphere, beyond the moon, Saturn and the sun itself, it’s love

For Emptiness is more than enough to spread in every galaxy, clusterphuq from Hades’

A hot kitchen cookin’ up chit to do, dirty pots, pans, dishes & forks washed by ladies.

Bake, fry, boil, sear or BBQ all the things that need heat to kill all unwanted subatoms

It’s the fuel for our tanks to run the machine for the ghost within, a spiritual phenom

Not One of a kind but Many of One Kind, easy to beat that dead horse into submission

It’s the cheer of the red, white & blue, it ain’t free, stole liberty from a Father of a Son.

Incarcerated, inheritance of the dim wit & form of alpha extinction cataclysm in synch

Robbed a bank, robbed your mama and her boyfriend’s bank of North America’s stink

Small victories are better than nothing but losses, losers can’t be happy in chaos’ sink

Humor of the daughters until they see the light & become jaded by the odor of a skunk.

It works when it shouldn’t have, must have been the magic logo of the Batman ghost

Are you amazed that your air’s force is not empty of atoms, it’s all an illusion for most

The best of us are related to the least of us, high or low station in life, you’re all mortal

A Divinity out of this world, above or below or in any direction outside the Mother Fall.

First things first, agree on premises assumed & deduce the only conclusion possible

Presume the probabilities are never infinite, language itself is based on a finite bubble

Here inside it looks like a piece of cake, defeat snatched from the jaws of victory Hell

Second to none, first & foremost, before annihilation do tell the reason why Adam fell.

Created to be defective, inferior to the perfect and never mistaken in holy judgement

You’ll be gone before you know it but those you leave behind will recognize you spent

Every chit you had stored in our bank, high octane hyper burn power to explode, X-37B

Space Force created won’t fill an empty Void but it’ll recreate doubleback ZZ Top to be.

Lost and found in a deep, dark hole without a photon of light anywhere out of eyesight

Air in and out of the evolved or specially created gas sacs inside the A-frame skeleton

Idiot, moron, fool, ignoramus all, product of the DNA of #IpMan, reproduced TNT might

Speculate and commiserate upon the prolegomena of future UFOlogical Gods & sons.

Freaks in the lake beds in Nevada have originated the extinction of the human species

Black Manta you all know what you know, fly high my brothers & sisters, the God sees

My father believed that the fix was in, his father divorced his mother for the hot fires

Chicago Department that put all Mrs. O’Leary’s cows’ barn fires out, got horse power.

Mighty spades to dig six feet holes no deeper below the rock that can’t roll anymore

Once you get in down there, there’s no getting out, it’s a point of no return so to speak

Whether you like it or not, it’s the Ends, no heaven or hell to go up or down to, all men

Brothers, sisters, whiskey for my hombres, beer for my horses, all are One ball o’ Zen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 9-7-2024 AD @ 911 AMPST

{ Killed this gem while fixed on @TraceAdkins #CowboysBackInTown #WhoopAMansAssSometimes (yup!) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rMnqPpHParo?si=LwgeJxUp_Diw6bXY  & a couple other gems linked below! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Where did those days go? #SATCH

YOU PLAY THE CARDS YOU’RE DEALT

So, who told you what you could expect from involuntary inheritance of glee
Procrastination of a mind grasping high Truth is neither good, bad nor ugly
What it is, y’all need to know, getting to my point’s a triple, homer long shot
Break dancing with neutrons & protons, waitin’ on the electronic ink blot.

Behind a door or in front of the portal where you’re goin’ like it or not at all
It’s likely to be nowhere you want to go or to be for a minute much less days
Of unknown proportions in some measure of fairness, you get every ounce
Of gold, quicksilver & silicon, procreates all UFO’s useful idiot syndromes.

Cops out the precinct goin’ cuckoo for cocoa puffs, cracked out their minds
And I kid you not, as they say, right before they lie or prefabricate scenarios
Signify the subjects and objects in predication of linguistic simulation of IQ
Which is not a thing itself but the name of a process of critical thought stew.

Barked up the wrong tree but it didn’t matter since I exuded blustering fury
No corroboration with another bible thumping, swearing fodder for a jury
You’ll see nothing further than your eyesight without the third eye to sing
Inside the third eye it’s a matter of Time & of course, Timing is Everything.

Hence, the game begins, rules observed until the it’s over, all gods agreed
Nobody but the One gets out of the battleground’s circus alive, it’s a creed
Whatever was understood by all trainers learned experience, rise above it
To put blind faith in actually being consciously alive after death is a myth.

Feature this event horizon, you see a light in the distance, move to it slowly
Like creeping in the shadows at night clubs up & down, off the strip dizzy
Full house, aces over queens or just a dead man’s hand, gold strike upstart
Black ace of spades & clubs color blinded red aces, diamonds & solo heart.

Believe this or not, there’s no such thing as fairness in the struggle to live
To survive if you’re the most fit to reproduce your hearty genetic matter
On the mark of all superheroes is a supernatural ability to perform magic
Whether shapeshifting by stretching, flaming on or turning a TNT trick.

Mellow yellow or agent orange all in the family and all for you all, my kin
Cousins from aunts and uncles eight times removed from the one origin
Garden we’ll never return to thanks to the law abiding, non-guilty perps
If you lie & retain proper defense, you may violate society’s peace burps.

Well hung on the wall without door or window pane, flat screen godsmack
Proceed to the ends of the race’s original starting pistol shot blank round
Harder than the mental trials and tribulations you’ve shared with the lucky
Beyond good & evil, even beyond the origin-god, evil & I don’t give a phuqy.

Think like a First Cause, created life on Earth, what would you choose to do
You’re a virus or bacterium from an alien planet surrounding a sunny star
Change your mind now, before it’s too late, break bad, about face, die hard
It’s never personal, I refuse to cast aspersions as I mentioned before, son.

Hilarious that you keep all of you eggs in the same basket, that’s #NoJoke
If you honor and respect the memory of your next of kin & distant kinfolk
Shoving you to the side, suddenly blow pretenders, imposters love stones
What is & will always be because it always was, full of the has-been bones.

You & I know a lot & we have no choice but to guess the rest, probable cause
Who do you know creating the common news of the public? Nobody, right
Drop a dime on the cabal & you’ll either join or be terminated, take a pause
Mute your microphone, oh wait, don’t mute my microphone, my Bluetooth.

Picnic & party with a bottle of wine, 2 glasses & a chunk of Havarti cheese
Itemize list in order of importance, our budget is in reductio ad absurdum
Are you dead when you believe you’re alive, when you’re dead, a fly on high
Let me listen to your evaluation before I decry it’s lack of certainty, please?

I’m gone and so you believe nothing matters anymore, you’re in deep chit
It ensures that there will be no dependence on my presence, free your fool
Someone haunts the 208 bones we all get a lease on some life as we know it
We may induce the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, we be hopeful.

Prudence is dear, hope she remembers the whole shebang, of origin to end
Bending light from source to imaginary screen in cyberspace’s hypertime
Simple woman knows man with a complex, elevated to No Man’s neverland
Where your mother don’t know who your papa was, @JesusChristos, OMG!

Babies out of the womb they knew couldn’t contain them, all claustrophobic
Either everything’s the same or everything’s different in some form, a Way
Whether you or I like it or not, it’s the way it is, you’re a passenger, enjoy it
Slow ride ain’t for everybody, for you, me & a handful of ancient step kids.

Angels flyin’ in the dark just like the light, everything & everyone is united
American cradles rockin’ the babies who will grow to procure body tattoo
Glad your great grand folks couldn’t see results of the paint job, oh please
Labels for what you need to recollect, shorthanded quick response squeeze.

Gold and diamonds I found right where I left them the day I got away with It
Booty’s the Jesse James of stagecoaches, a whole treasure of the mystical fit
Put all the words into an empty book of invisible and unintelligible factoids
Treatment of mean tweets with kind responses, wins yin & yang, bad boys!

Mull around the streets & backroads until your Feets' bones creak out loud
Cold as ice or as hot as a pistol, crime & punishment do what they do proud
I’d never hurt you intentionally but if you need me to hurt another, it’s done
All I know, All that I am, All everything we know can ever be, all me, T-bone.

Bumping into the bumper cars was a shock and a surprise, brain bashed
It is so subtle you’ll never realize the facts and fiction are one & the same
Incredible as it seems, the Earth & its activity moves & wobbles until lame
Harmony & the peace that follows are the narrow way ahead, sins cashed.

Hippies drip with body odor sweat from the cabbage you gobble with beer
Sympathy for the devil’s been exhausted, a Beelzebub or Lucifer, whatever
Balls to the walls, if you’ve got ‘em light ‘em up, smoke yours with gusto too
There may not be another coming down the road, a toke for the road crew.

Pronto or not, the end will come eventually and that will be the final Space
Where we’ll be left in that subatomic state without bloody bones or a face
I got shit to do, I’m not being facetious, and it means I’m doin’ it necessarily
All that needs to be done to be sufficiently in tune with all wanderlust dust.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 8-29-2024 @ 111 PMPST

{ Blasted out of the cosmos while jammin’ to @RUSH #RedSectorA  https://youtu.be/g7N6oC-qVMk?si=csSd1nwG7qa_UrMC }

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