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!

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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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Filibuster P's & Q's @Loggins #ImAlright & LIVE "Last Night" @SatrianiVai #Concerto

ANOMALY FOR BLOWN UFO SHRAPNEL

Reality is just what you see if you’re blind, it’s a matter of being at One with the sources

Ideals & many unsatisfactory results from First Cause’s effects on the dinosaur nests
No place in a UFO race, all too human as we all once were, first utterance of an ‘Ugh’
Gloria, spelled any other way remains identical, hosannas on the highest hu-man/bug.

Primary to tertiary playin’ the drums and the juice harp, harmonica & concertina too] her
Preview of the narrow way going to the ending without a map, able & willing to fight you
For a prize there at the end of the lies’ & hoodlum fabrications of Truth, so cold ice blue
Vaccinated for the duration of the tokin’ in the oxy-nitro-hydroxide, assimilated adapter.

Common denominator comes over the number One & remains the same, it’s indubitable
Nobody can deny the conclusion if the identical premises are assumed, ringin’ a holy bell
In or out of the books full of verbatims of dead philosophers & ladies of holy knights’ grail
Final gasp in your face, headed to your blood via lungs, up to your brain-dead mind’s hell.

All lost in Space without a trace, without a clue or pathway to the way to go, one crossroad
Nothing behind, to the sides’ ways, North, South, East & West allstars inherited daddy-load
I’m playin’ you for a fool, not because I can make you change but your true color’s unhappy
What you are, who you’ve related your life to, friends, foes & strangers pluggin’ Dam Skippy!

Hair of the dog is all in my head, my throat inside my neck down to my lead belly’s snake pit
Killing performance for bravo applause with the encore from the mothers who invented chit
Means to the Ends are all justified for survival of the Self, the only One that matters, it’s You
Nobody else is as important as you & your Ego, it’s the same for everybody, code DNA mu.

Fish I hate to smell, hate to eat & crush the bones of the tiny sardines and minnows of seas
Lucky to be alive for a minute, no need to allow freedom to annihilate, be all powers that be
Beat the heart, beat the drums & cymbals of the set, shake the stage until the final co-exit
Then it will be alright, the only time for a mystery to be known, your God, your dad, he did it!

What is next after this thing itself’s trip on Earth? Not even in the lingo’s lexicon, LSD trip
You and Dr. Timothy Leary could explain the narrow synapses roles in the DNA cell’s tip
Monkeys in paradise quite the animated quest for food, sex & a safe place to crash & chit
Apes can’t tell it’s their image in the looking glass, they fear the hairy checkmate moves It.

Once the clear & present danger is identified as nothing but the one you identify with to live
Just One, neither a split of one into two or more nor a zero count between negative-positive
Playin’ beats of songs I’m singin’ words that mean some mystery is a clear & present tease
Jive flowin’ like a river downstream from the lakes & mountaintop pools, peaks to valleys.

Fished the lakes empty, rivers don’t have the fish spawn and runs form the hatchery sea
Just the land stinkin’ animated ones, killed then fired up to BBQ degrees, nothing’s free
You had to murder the suspect to eat it, saying the meal was succulent or not, point moot
In court or off court floors and benches, judgements and shots made, Adam’s apple fruit.

Being good, bad and ugly isn’t always easy but it’s the nature of this beast, all too human
From the gamete to the corpse, it’s a matter of Time in Space for no reason other than luck
To be or not to be is not your choice, random chaos wins the day, heroes fall to rigor mortis
Nothing you can do, just know it’s comin’ because it may be any moment, but You got this!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May XII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ I’m alright, nobody worry ‘bout me… @KennyLoggins on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtqMnf23NTI }

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#MayTheFourthBeWithYou #BlowYourTop @ZZT

FOOL ADAM IN WISE EVE’S PINK CADDY’S BACKSEAT

Of course, Eve tempted Adam with plausible deniability, creep had total free will to choose
Hence the harbinger of Evil or Good in context of the garden of Eden, you all drink the booze
Of rats and smaller critters in the star dust you grow seeds in, restaurants of dead life food
Worms, all the way up to the all too human rattle & hum, a pleasure feeling, being so good.

Drivin’ up and down the streets my father and mother dropped in my lap, got me one PhD
In logic and pure reason from the university of experiencing #LikeItOrNot, it’s all about #Me
Where my grandchildren were conceived, in the back seat of my plausible deniability honey
Mankind won’t do it on it’s own, adjust the DNA by the ingestion of congestion, gold money.

Mating malfunctions in the species’ code require full extinction of the species, x & y deadly
Whomever is quoted as saying it’s never too late is no doubt stone cold mortified mortally
Of course the memory can’t be forgotten without constant delirium of civilization’s breath
All of the many in the Earth’s dirt enjoy the health and avoidance of dearth and ego death.

Only a fence charged with the power to annihilate your spark will keep y’all out the corral
You used too much power growing up and what you’ve got left is an out of time seashell
It ain’t your fault you were conceived in the heat of the night, free will or raped hooker Ma
She’s a mother but the orphans ain’t likely to be happy, ever, forever, happiness with no Pa.

Wave of the substance getting close to the fusion & fission of the form, reserve a holy Hole
Not bad being evil and not bad being good on a Saturday night, city or country Muscle Shoal
Substance & Form coming from Nothing is absurd foolish blather, everything is One Atom
Plenty of the many to obfuscate the function of the calculus, nevertheless, God is a bum.

Previous words come from the bottom of the cess pool just like the pleasure of beauty’s Id
You need a ride and I want to give you one too, asked me to pick you up from work, so I did
Honey, baby, your daddy wouldn’t like me thinkin’ of huggin’ & kissin’ you all over the place
I mean in public or private, too tempted to not want to, I’m jealous of me, love my fish face.

Handling maneuvers as planned, practiced every permutation of jump shots & slam dunks
Chopped down some cherry trees & fired up the dead wood, under heaven’s stars in waving
To my flesh, skin and borrowed 208 bones, some broke and others just cracked, one or two
Broke my nose without knowing why I was lying underground, seein’ daylit twinklin’ allstars.

Hugs is all I want from you baby, yeah, you know I love you for your Pink Cadillac out of sight
It’s all going to be clear after the obscurity is seen for what it is, the smokescreen of the Oz
Wizard had a hold on you and made forget you were dreaming, in a coma for the sugar Pez
Oozing and cruising up and down, in and out, in the front and the back, just don’t be Right.

It’s alright to be on the far left with the dead philosophers who laugh rollin’ in the ash urns
Graves of wisdom who knew the two bits used all your gas and left your family in the lurch
All saved & invested in Ends of Time, burnt ash of trees, broke hydrogen oxygen molecules
Atomic reference of fuel reserves, supernova happening without warning, need Hercules.

No matter how you try, not even Atlas or Hermes Trismegistus phenomena, mortal sinner
Knowing everything is rhythm & rhyme is all you need, all you’ve wanted forever, with beer
Drink it deeply, your mother was a woman, it makes you half of a man, force of love power
Prior knowledge of the following is not important in the end, Nothing matters to him or her.

Hunger for data, your hard drive’s been bleached bit vacuumed, preach the way of a monk
Silenced in the darkness, too human nature, good, bad & ugly mixed, unofficial fake facts
Evolution the appearance of all we can observe with perception and digestion production
My father said, “Money isn’t Everything, it’s the Only Thing!” but he didn’t, it is a super funk.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi #May the 4th be with you! 2024 Anno Domini @ 1245 PMPST
{ Skinned listenin’ to @Davy_Crockett #WOKE link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/UzAwQUwaUYY }
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