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Showing posts with label CreepSweep. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

#WhereMyCountryGirlsAt? @LukeBryan @TraceAdkins & @Pitbull #ChristmasSongs & #BestOfSantana #ForChristsSake #ForTheLoveOfTheGods #MeinDeus #GodsDAM #AlogrhythmTHIS @Santana #WINNINGisEVERYTHING & #TheOnlyThing #snoopdogxmas @SnoopyXmas #HolyFamilia #JesusChristSUPERSTAR #Madonna #GwenStefani #MariahCarey

THIS IS NOT A TEST
DO NOT REPEAT
 AD INFINITUM, AMEN
I will go back and forth from the scene of my conception in the holy sanctum, mama
Inside of the outer space within the solar system, revolution around fireball spin spa
Reached out to touch our hands before you knew about it, it was all in my mind’s eye
Images moved between my ears, skullduggery on high without the buggery out the sky.

Hills gone down to the bottom, slid or tumbled down like Jack and Jill who knew better
Trained to be the humans who lasted forever without disease from viral bacteria batter
To be or not to be between the dots and lines drawn without traces, freedom ain’t free
We all force the power to yield for a moment to redirect the force within, bird & no bee.

Breathe It in the force of the star’s sunshine, a photosynthetic progeny of the green mama
With or without me, Time & Space goes on as above, so below, I just got lucky, ask my Pa
It’s the climax that counted, the injection of the code to survive, to remain a fit specimen
Bring your best game to the court-of-balls, round or spheroid shaped at random G-farcin’.

Hands off of my liquidity, I trade nothing and Nothing gets traded without my direct intent
Force of One, unmoved mover cannot allow trauma or emergency, power of One’s content
Atomic, molecular gold and lead transformation from burnt stardirt to All that’s left of Gods
Gold to go, Twitter to Tick-Tock, Facebooked bric-a-brac clarity Atlas’ gold, a deep state fog.

China and the chinaware they’ve left over from the TNT glass are Ends of a beginning scene
J.P. Morgan Chase rules us all, international link to the Void is eternally embedded divining
Fine lines ‘tween points in empty Void Space, creating illusions of walkie-talkie-movie flick
A to Z in alphabetical order, terminate stalkers of the innocent, disassembled all dive bars.

Began life as an error of the genome, no love in the intercourse, vile, violence & extinction
Evolution happens as well as an annihilation of a thing itself, what the fugue is Form, son?
Ruby Tuesday on the Saturday night I saw her last I knew I was gonna miss her forever too
Never psychic before or after that, One realization gave me pause, I rewound it like a fool.

Between the lines of the matrix’ dots, an empty form appears in a mindful cyber phantom
Big and small dots evolve into an amorphous blob of Nothingness backed by Golden cows
Worship invisible, unknown sagas about the vacant history that Is no more, when in Rome
All as above, so below, we’re within a high power but we’re the fuel It consumes & It blows.

Speak nothing about being alive and why you’ve been conceived or else you’ll be deceived
Holy ghosts come and go as if they were never here and now, someday it’ll be true, won’t be
Neither here nor there, in or out of Earth’s planetary atmosphere, Words matter to the Dead
Ash & bone fragments of DNA, holy pictures & prayers to a Void, highchair sitters eat bread.

Seminal ideas extinguished but there’s no other ideas leftover, hence, all you get is a scribe
Writing meaningless strings of alpha-beta-cappa rigmaroles for the babies to bottle imbibe
From mom’s nipples to the bartender’s spirits of the cripples, idiots, wimps & team scrubs
Can’t run a game on the champs, pretenders remain as they are, not good as nuclear subs.

Target bull’s eye ahead of you, shoot the arrow’s head into the sacred sanctum, a holy hole
In me to do what I do, no free choice in the program, it’s immutable, harnessed divinity soul
Pleasure & suffering within yourself until you’re sick to death & collapse into corpus dillecti
To gods who come after a climax, already set to go, to be One, ask One, Christ’s mass’ high.

My imagination is accurate since the data is uplinked into the matrix, easy to retrieve it all
Subjects & predicates fill books with original and regurgitated funky junk, I know we’ll Fall
Collapsed & out of breath, no more breathing in & out for the powers that be, old Pa & Ma
My friends, I celebrate their lives, existed & died to bring me here, to sign signals of the GA.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST
{ Zapped this out of the Zapmail leftovers from my FedEx pension, while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #GypsyMan & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0?si=DQtPs82j7xxNPdRR }

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

Thursday, November 07, 2024

Deduce The Conclusion, I Dare Y'all . . . #ConcertTime AC/DC KidRock CurtisMayfield

BIGGER THAN YOU THOUGHT
Here and now on the ground of Earth in the all too human year 2024 A.D.
Where conceived and born to run like a backstreet, tiny, little sister creed
Appearance of forms of matter, so completes the first act, it’s Intercoursed
Makin’ the panties drop just bein’ in the same neighborhood of it, kid rocked.

Wrecked father’s creation once or twice, occurred when my guard dropped
It wasn’t far from a grasp of my two hands to a higher ground of a .44 popped
Hit the spot every time, danger lurks dawn to dusk & sunset to sunrise swing
If you don’t expire by accident you’ll still fail to be conscious once upon a time.

Stapled my stomach and regurgitated everything I always have an appetite for
My mistake that I thought it would help me control my addiction to sweet & sour
Had the staple removed & now I’ve lost my appetite for everything, I got no taste
I can’t smell either, lucky I can still hear & see the separate reality, spunky waste.

Really have too many rules to observe hence, penalties will be a perfunctory dish
You won’t have to worry about betting 'cause nobody beats the house on the odds
See what you want when you win or lose, bottom line you’ll either owe or hit a score
Drift away & you’ll see what I mean when your uncle throws you into a lake of fish.

With the heavy load of being a chip off of the old block, my mom & dad laid the path
For the Way in the middle between the Good & the Evil, all straight ahead of death
Nothing you can do about it other than be aware & be wary of a thing itself & forms
Psycho-Social disadvantage for the aliens from another planet, as we're the worms.

Deduce the conclusion from the veracity of the premises assumed, it’s not irrational
In fact, the facts of life are the One & the Many who relate to empty space nationals
We called them “aliens” from other planets & they sued all united states of minds
Inside looking outside at the random causes that precede the final ending’s opines.

Beginning at the end & finishing up at the start of the game, it’s like, man, I’m #Sorry
But it’s the name of the game, you can’t make this scat up, it’s garbage afloat, see?
In the meantime, I play on a ground, it’s a playground, work in place, it’s a workplace
Equation has an infinite result if you begin prior to Big Bangs & fusion in yo' face.

Zero function of a void ‘tween atoms of hydrogen & its derivatives, nothing to see
Nothing to hear, smell or taste, not like a real thing if you know what I mean, baby
Gas is not liquid, gas ain't solid, It is all there is & IT gets frozen & hard without blues
Shining hot on dirt left over from one Big Bang, making H2O & Life & Death too.

I made some mistakes before you knew I wasn’t perfect like others, all too human
Got off of my knees whenever I found myself prostrate, grounded, crushed loving
Gave it away to many as I found needed it 'fore they even knew it was missing, King
Needs & random desires for the pleasure of simple-minded, naked apes of Rocking.

Force of a conglomeration of cells moving in Space hit a purple wall, bluish red goo
Appears seemingly out of nowhere but it’s the essence of matrix, like orgasm-screw
It ain’t my invention, didn’t create things rollin’ around here & now, I’m just a Temp
Clothes hangin’ out on the limbs, near the creek around 2 AM, skinny dipped, wooh!

Dreams end whether the dreamer is consciously aware or not, death's inevitable, so
You & everybody else might have forgotten,  l remind you that Life's transitory blow
We go in & out of that egg, we’ve grown into this substance-form, ask for more too
Double Jello Shots o’ 151 rum made me love you more, whisp #OnIt, eyes love you.

Met out for dinner Friday eve & made her panties drop like they were lead, fine dine
Sweet talked 'til the chocolate covered cherry got naked to a 208 bone hurricane
One-Stop-Shop can’t complain since it’s infinite replenishment of cream of the crop
Wine, vodka, gin, whiskey, rye, hops & crops of Mary Gold, just a passenger, no cop.

Gridiron just a hundred yards of points to play a game of odds you score on demand
Passing, running & going coast to coast beyond a flag at a zero-yard line, win a grand
Whistle, buzzer-beater, blank-gun-powder gunshot at a bull’s eye, a 100 yards a lot
Couldn’t miss, sharp-shooter followed perfection, 1 to the head 2 to the heart shot.

Wheezing at a dance, sick as a dog but wanted to show affection for objection skin
Suddenly, impacted by whichever medicine kicked into my big toe to head, I’m in
Contact high, keep breathing in and out, don’t stop to go to sleep, it ain’t sleep at all
Dead before dying after fine dining with Kracker backers, holy scat in a glory hole.

Educated the fools from the historical record of dead fools, more fools ad infinitum
They don’t know that there can be no show on stage, hell’s down there, we get some
Higher than Earth’s stratosphere, astronauts found naught but a quiet empty hole
Black it is, only a star’s shine, the Void is what it is, soul on ice, we people, let’s roll!

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, BLOVEMBER 7th, MMXXIV Anno Domini at 411 PMPST
{ Crafted in advance of the #Revolution, If there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go, Don’t Worry now y’all… suck It up… link @ https://youtu.be/x1xmXOP3lhM }

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

Monday, October 07, 2024

MORE SAFE THAN YOUR MOTHER IN A LION'S DEN #WITCHpolls? @VinceAndGladys


SssssssssS

Holy snake blessed by One power that is above this dirt spheroid of empty linguistics
Taking the era periods, the commas, semi-colons, points of exclamation & questions
Putting red dot cue balls in worm holes, ill about a pastime leading to the Unknown
Branded future turning into past in a snap, a click, a blink, it’s here, then it’s all gone.

In my place in Space, you can’t see what that woman has done to me, any woman
From mother to sisters to aunts and great grandmothers of the centuries, I’m a man
Spelled with three letters in English which are a backward, reverse Nam, a Viet Nam
Assisting nobody but the tunnels of the rats who hid the food, women & kids, BAM!

Legs too tired to run, walk or crawl hence, found a corner where you see doom ahead
Ready and willing to repel the threat to my life and the lives of those that I always lead
Junk on the side of the road because there’s no place to leave the mess, It Is All Done
Nothing the aliens or the resident natural born genome of the homo herbalist to come.

Hot hurricanes blow us away, it’s The Earth twisting & wobbling the ocean in Death’s mix
Extinction is all ahead since the Origin is behind this & every other species’ goddess tricks
Notes are flat or sharp, there’s a few octaves with satisfaction guaranteed by ma and pop
Then they die and leave us all alone without a backstop or even a catcher or ump on top.

Anyway, wind blows are the forces of spinning and wobbling on the ecliptic, ad infinitum
Nothing more nor less than this, this is not a test, you’ll be annihilated unless you’re God
If you ain’t divine and immortal, then you’re all too human and mortal, I conceived to die
Nothing personal though, it’s the nature of the beast, natural selection’s extinction, I buy.

You have a flesh-eating disease that is like a carnivore without a form or body of work
It exists, it’s here and now and before you know it, you yourself are long gone, you jerk
Nothing you can do to change the nature of the beast, your parents’ coitus was spent
On your intelligence and perfect 208 bones and 58 organs within the thin robot dent.

Only one way to comprehend the facts of life, father & mother alike, orgasmic cause
Of me and you, every one of us except the clones of course, test-tube babies all pause
No hot spirit, no soul for the test-tube conceptions, need friction of organic, mortal sin
Guard your valuables and precious family stones, without the walking, no jive talking.

Hidden gems right there in front of everyone’s eyes, all cool oxygen that allows your verve
Check out life in a vacuum or anywhere in outer space without the photosynthesis worms
Abandon your notions you’ve gleaned from your K-12 & beyond up to your horde of PhD’s
Historical events may have been recorded in askew consciousnesses, thank you, please?

Higher than the lowdown, it’s a drag for Skaggs and the gold mine of the rhythm and beats
It’s all about me & Lido, my amigo from the hood, brother from another mother, good seats
Paid the premium to get close to the stage, where the performance comes and goes quick
Sound & fury over the trivial confidence games is a drag, but it’s either that or death, slick!

Think about this or that, therefore you prove you exist here & now, you’re not asleep in bed
This is not a dream that you’ll wake up from, when you die, ain’t no justice for God’s head
Lonely and all alone from the Big Bang to the Big Singularity, extra, extra, read all about it
Headlines and bylines for the powers that be you & me, doom in Space, we’re alone, s#it!


by
r j j stephan, i


c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER VIIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 0600 AMPST
#MAGA #AvatarChicksRock

{ Goddesses have left the room, it’s just a #SausagePart jammin’ to @TowerOfPower #SoVeryHardToGo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cbyKxiVvpaE?si=JZlzZm2rITSsJ6lM }

Saturday, October 05, 2024

#DryAsABone #WaitinToWadeInTheRainWater #HereComesGodsWORD #WADE in #IT #H2OGod #KebMo #EvaCassidy @PabloPicasso


WADING IN H2O, AWAITING DIHYDROOXY BAPTISM
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Nothing itself moves me at the gates of hell too, yet there’s no other place above or below
Kill a switch is a bit different than the switch mama axed me to pick from the squash patch
Discipline baptized and confirmed in my communion & confession, to be Catholic, attaboy
From K.C. to Providence and back down & over to Houston & San Diego’s ocean gods, ahoy!

Hollywood could have slipped you a Mickey and you didn’t have any idea, you cancelled life
Died and left your place in Space, where gravity & centrifugal forces merged in a holy orbit
Elliptical wonder, no traffic in the way or in the wake, found in broken xy water of yo’ mama
Perfect punk you evolved from that zygote, innocent & aware of Presence, future’s pastime.

Full Monty or just a quick trip to Big Sur & Monterey’s peninsula jutting out from Mendocino
It ain’t there man, it’s San Ysidro or up north of Weed, I forgot the CIA & FBI harmed my soul
Silenced by the gold, called the Silence itself golden, as if White Noise is Nothing, I am free
Israelites or Pleiadeans who came & went above & below It, a meteor of prophetic folklore.

Soulful spirit ghost without matter, an invisible, imaginary vision of smoke and mirror hype
Now you know you forgot or just purged from your recollection for survival, pipe dream type
Kidding you like being in the confessional with an imaginary Jesus in the dark, I’m sorry man
You spent a lot of Jack on edumacating, that parochial papacy, served mass, all too human.

Burnt up tryin’ to enter this atmosphere, you’re here, gates of hell we remain ‘til dyin’ days
Enjoy the ride, rocket ship or snail pace, escape the 208 bones & that’ll be all of it’s phase
Apes apparently naked, exposed the wrap of the organic matter, skull and bones of ladies
Born through a womb of troubled ova invaded by a chilled out galactic system, yo’ mama.

Peeled back the onion skin and the exposure of the middle gets the last laugh, hear gods
Hosting everything between the TNT and the Supernova, implosion comin’ Black Hole Ids
Ego merge with the fire, you know that’s hot like the girls you thought wanted some head
False alarm ad infinitum, wade in the H2O, you can’t swim, you’ll breath in H2O, Be dead.

Scream silently & you’ll see you’re underwater, nobody gives a hoot that you’re even alive
Bubble escaping with the last of the holy air that’s only above but not below the sea level
No fish out alive in the air, no animals but porpoises, dolphins & whales be jellyfish amigos
Snakes and eels, sure there’s the amphibious & intergalactic traveling DNA funk, I suppose.

Hard or soft are the poprocks turned into lava & meteor platinum like there’s no tomorrow
Man, there ain’t any a tomorrow the day after you die, woman, man & every little thing, now
Be done, be prepared, as if you’re the scout you’ve been trained to be, at one as a machine
Corner of each block’s edge, 4 bases intersected, dead ended by two jiggers of moon shine.

Waded in the mudhole’s water, t’was thick up to my shins, only 4 feet deep, baby shot a gun
Baptized by the host of planetary life, a hawk turned up the heat in eagle’s nest of flim flam
Bizarre is merely the unfamiliar to the naïve and innocent, faultless with no harm done, son
Even if there was a modicum of harm done, nobody GAF because nothing matters, damn!

Imagine that you were just fine last evening & then out of nowhere, your hurricane comes
In & out of town in a New York Minute, like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ witch broom bombs
In the rear-view mirror or on the horizon, it’s Space’s Earth, spinnin’ yarn out of prison Time
Horrible or wonderful, it’s One’s alternative at this point of being at the scene of the crime.

Part of the whole in a fraction of the computation, juxtaposed upon peanut butter biscotti
Form of the shaped thing isn’t crucial to value, alpha-computer chip will part the Red Sea
Prima face in the right place at the right time to absorb & incorporate one Optimus prime
Fond of living and freedom from indentured servitude, which is an IOU, pitstop on a dime.

Funk on Broadway or depression down & out on Main Street, hobo like your inner voice
A disembodied consciousness’ disruption discussion regarding the nature of free choice
Either you believe you have it or you don’t and there’s no middle road between extremes
One way or another, bullseye is dialed in for a no-miss hit with eyes wide open to memes.

I paid but you may not have so I took credit for paying your tab, so you’d save face I guess
Pride and random luck of the draw yields a bet, a raise, a call & what you see what you got
Ace high flush, beats your three ladies and pair of cowboys kickin’ I the stall, joker might
Putting the liquid with the dense matter, masticated inorganic anti-matter in injected TNT.

Transformation of substance’s essence happens the moment you eat the whole shebang
Hosted enculturation of the petri-dish full of random pools of ectoplasm in uteri’s play skit
Trembling from fingers onto toes, never more nervous than the first time you find the coitus
Necessary condition to lure each & every one of the x’s & y’s to merge the mix in DNA pus.

Fickle finks from Philadelphia without a first clue to reason why they sleep & dream, a jig
Jumpin’ up and down, all around the mulberry bushes and wherever there is no more, dig
Lures casted upstream for the trip along the bottom of the slag from the mountaintop H2O
Melted snow from the oceans and rivers of a million years, more or less, it’s a put-on flow.

Done it all because it had to be done, a gravitational collapse is immanent & in the mix up
When the black hole pulls the far out rocks back to the origin, the ‘x’ Singularity’s tea cup
Eggs mitotically dividing without conception of genome, all sex & candy, immaculate son
Like Jesus & the saints who nearly became angels before they fell into Hell with the demon.

No imagination, it’s all reality which has nothing imagined, the real is not imagined, but wait
If impossible to imagine something, how can a fantasy of a phantasm be deemed, The Deal
The unreal remains after bodies die of disease or worn-out old age of the machine’s organs
Souls making one no bigger than either one, asses parked in Space that’s momentarily real.

The olden days that nobody recorded because they were illiterate with no in cursive or print
Hence, lost wisdom and knowledge left in fragments transferred to leaf of the trees, Mint
Gold value to diamonds self-worth, partner on my finger to remind me I’m betrothed to Her
My lady, po’ kid her father raised to find me, here & now, to fulfill the destiny of a twin tower.

by
r j j stephan, I
c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER IVth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BrooksAndDunn jammin’ #Maria on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fZSiBj4vCiY?si=I9BhnLJf6ImdGpcb }



Tuesday, July 23, 2024

Ahistoric Black Hole of the E, the F & the G-string, the Dog backwards @GladysKnight & @VinceGill

IT’S ALL IN BLACK & WHITE
,,,,, x2 – y2 = 0 ,,,,,

In the funky heat of the night, I see the reason why there’s no free will here, now or ever
For the love of the gods of Aristotle and Plato, before Noah’s union junkies struck for 2X2
Who the hell trapped the wild cats, rhinos, hippos & giraffes, where in hell rang hell’s bells
Preachin’ to the choir for donations & tips, I’m not beggin, it’s a gift from the empty shells.

Keep this under your hat if you have one, if not you then who? IMHO, it’s your mama, man
You cannot deny that without your mama, you’re nothing, neither here nor there at any time
Completed mission by gasping one last time before rigor mortis sets, high angel that’s singing
Sunsets only in an empty mind of a perceiver, Earth is wobbling, spinning while star-revolving.

Strong to lift the weight & complete an infinite pace of progress to the final expiration of me
Totally full bone & muscle, minimum of fat for the fist fight with the jealousy, old man & a sea
Deeper than you know if it’s ever been deep at all to your shallow comprehension of the joker
Future creature feature is merely celluloid projections on a blank inner-face, unhooked looker.

Can you do what you’re good at, lie with all of your might when someone asks you to confess
That you robbed the mighty Spades & Whiteys who met you at the crossroads of their finales
It was a matter of survival of the most fit to fight for the inner spunk, gifted from parents’ yin
Yang in balance, control with a being known to the deaf, dumb & blind without wisdom’s sin.

Be here, there, way back when in meta-speculation of the nature of rowing a boat in a dream
Wake up but don’t be woke up from being in a daze since the birth out of mother’s loin seam
Era in the Future will recollect this Present as the Past, they won’t give a hoot for you or me
Nothing personal, it’s like a supernova before the thing itself participates in predication’s fee.

Play and listen to the music, Doobie Brothers or any Vanilla Fudge from any LP, in the grooves
Nothing like the actual studio sound on your Bose speaker 901’s, it’s the scratches & skips too
Sometimes a warped & never-flattering needle jumping/skipping grooves back & forth moves
Which thing itself you’ve accepted as your personal inner self, draw the .45’s All Night proofs.

Support the jock straps that hold the family’s jewels up and out of the kicking, hurting way
You’re skating on thin ice in the lukewarm Springtime, ice cold in Iceland so have a nice day
Goin’ north to south pole & around the equator from the stratosphere to the core’s deep 0
Ask questions as a high grade intellectually unchallenged individual would, hit ‘em high & lo.

Harmony you’ve been blessed with, the fastest woman to run away from the out of shapes
Says that it’s no big thing, DNA of my & your parents are the matter of invitro fertilization
At first, there was only One, then another to show asexual before the sexual reproduction
How the things that are different shapes & forms, some consumed others subsumed apes.

Pork rinds swallowed without the liquid get you choked to death, can’t clog the lung’s skin
Preaching to the choir who already has been dead before, a time or two, maybe more for kin
Myopia is the reason but not the excuse, an inherited involuntary response to a knees’ jerk
Complete isolation of Oneness inside of the egg in a womb, violated by a spermatozoon quirk.

Inside information on the bottom line, zero between the negative & the positive, left to right
Bears, lions & wolves all scout for prey to feed the family of thieves, leftovers of a knife fight
Pride, cubs, pups, adolescents eat it if it doesn’t smell bad, if it tastes good, it’s good as gone
Whatever is dead becomes food, sustains or extinguishes every cell in every body’s At one.

Losing the excess weight by the incineration of fat milk of magnesium & horseradish mustard
Gas named after the light coming out of the closest star to Earth’s wind and magic hot water
Excited atoms in the ecosphere, took my breath away from me, forced me to give up a ghost
Animated my feet for the sake of my parents, Puget Sound sacrifice of a northwestern coast.

Flowers grow out of the buried seeds in the stardirt ash of Earth, leftover big bang angel dust
Distress signal performance of S.O.S. from the bridge of the destroyer, Space’s Timing nothing
Answer to the equation’s factoring is built within the rules discovered through trial and erring
Finale, curtain drops with a mic drop to the floor, about face & walk right into a gold earring.

Hiccups ended the silence, too much carbon dioxide invading the hemoglobin, rejected notion
Commands of your living spirit/soul can be observed in the use of rationality and pure reason
We’re all ridin’ dirty on the mount we’ve consigned for the duration of an infinite revolution
If you don’t reincarnate, karma is even with the alpha & omega, for what it’s worth, I’m all in.

Game is never over until the gasping of your shocked monkeys give up the holy ghosts
In the in-crowd but the #Crowdfire is down & out for the count, it gives God the most
Drunk the brew and swill to wash the dead plants and animals, fruits of the rando loons
About face & forward march until I bellow, “Halt One, Two.” then At Ease, all too soon?

If the conditions of the premises to the argument for the exposure of the Truth are false
Then and only then, if I might add, always it’s an illogical, irrational deduction or induction
Respect for the law of the conservancy of Matter and the facts of Life your mother sucks in
Knowledge rather than ignorance, 16 feet down under the high dive, skull & bone broken.

by
rjj Stephan, I
c.  Lundi, 7-23-2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crafted while jammin’ to #TheOaklandstroke @TowerOfPower on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/aNd3QE6CIL4?si=X73tXdUxZ9qS_LXE }