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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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

#LoveFades #ExtinctionIsImmanent #DreamingWhileWOKE #MyPillowtalk #Superstitious @ACDC

I AM WINNIN’ AS Y’ALL ARE LOSIN'

Once in a great while too, you get deep into the game & become immersed in It
Whatever it’s meant to be, it has now become what it is, indeed, a winner’s chit
I know, you know, we all know the final score, or we’re frozen cold, out the door
Wet dreams turn to dust or come true for a NYC minute; fate wakes up for more.

Direct hits and draws on the infinite credit for becoming at One with the stars’ fires
Microdots to all who aren’t stone blind in the eyeballs, cones & rods funeral pyres
Drifting in and out of consciousness since a smash in the snout of Chevys & Fords
Your father warned you of the accusers who come around, out of the floorboards.

Walls fell in and the game of the infinite turned to dust too, it’s indeed all too human
As if it was ever a gift from the benevolent being or Beings in the cosmic soup brand
Mirror images copy your countenance for the xerox machine, image of your jive arse
Sat on the wonder glass from nuke fission’s fusion, copped imaginary piles of cars.

Melted into the Singularity as if there was neither Black Hole nor White Dwarf in Space
Wives of the reproduction line to keep the soul dug deep into the graveyards of red dirt
Black dirt just a remnant of the total incineration of H2O into Carbon blades on my face
Shaved clean for the photography to document the imaginary image of leather and lace.

Underneath the silver, silk sheets, between the quilt of plastic foam and sheered sheep
I needed a handout or something to help me up out of the deep hole I tripped off asleep
First Cause of the BBQ Tequilla party ain’t my problem, a papal game via hot bovine dogs
Minced meat mega ground up dead skin & muscles, burger BBQ & beau coups burnt logs.

Know what wisdom is before you find it anywhere, in another human or in a dusty old tome
Guns formed to be shot, roses bloomed to be smelled, paint a picture, draw & overcome
Don’t advertise a will to power nor the result, that’s the joker hand that trumped a whinner
I got it & you know it, nothing more nor less than absolute SMILES, I fly high, Nothing diviner.

For the last time, it’s the first time I’m saying words that predicate the whole shebang’s Zen
Kind being of the first and second helpings after the collapse of the gods & their holy men
Care and it’s polarizing opposite, puts evolution square in the crosshairs of Extinction’s Foo
It’s neither lust nor love that puts the beast into a frenzy without guilt, just to eat, a bamboo.

Harmony calling in the darkness for something to hear the rhythm and rhyme of the Words
Flying from continent to continent, pole to pole, around the world in one day, supersonics
What you want, what you need, may be the same or different things, analyze the concepts
Put yourself in your place when you find Truth lurking in a brain shadow, bein’ hip, I’m hep.

Last and first being one and the same thing, nothing at all, no soul, no mind full of superego
Fair to say and fair to believe the same old story humanity has always had, Aztec coke blow
Rupture the heart valves for beating too many times under duress that can’t be overcome
It sticks teeth into the muscle and drains the loving blood of the ancestors, back to scum.

No evil in the scum, it’s a natural and neutral thing itself, a sort of ooze from the Big Bang
Amigos and amigas getting’ the Tequilla ready for the fiesta, I ask no questions, I just sang
Poet people put the gods of Greece into perspective, separated Adam & Eve, lost in space
Whipped up the foam into a cream of the crop, even the sour turned to sweet in the face.

Kissed lips and cheeks, above & below the head to the toes, species survives the climactic
Out of control wills to the powers get locked in prisons for penitentiary penance, soul sick
Not the fault of the creator, the parents have no obligation to cover violations of commands
Therefore, if you think, then you know you exist with moral compass or not, you’ll have fans.

Either way, pretend ticks of the moments of Time keep track of the evolution revolutionary
A blown galaxy merges with the feed of a thriving galaxy, the two make the One, as you see
Mystery no more, words are written in every permutation of the tongue, paper or plastique
Either way the dissemination of insemination permeates the biosphere, this is all too chic.

This is no simple complication, it’s a conundrum without a solution, I think, ergo ego, I am
Shout out to Rene Descartes who now doesn’t think; therefore, he is not any longer, Slam
If it’s not one thing it’s another as it was before, it’ll always be that way, I’m a passenger
On the trip for the duration of my prototype, spiritual arrangements have been made for.

Soul function, spirit naturally is the appearance of animation of the DNA, acidic blue light
Fight good & bad rumbles in the jungle, for the cause of the gang, thugs fight the good fight
Here’s the space in time, cancel the internet cyberspace by turning off the feed, lights out
It increases the likelihood of your mothers & fathers dying in vain, battle-war gets a shout. 

God ain’t dead because God was never alive, if you’re not an idiot, you’ve gleaned that chit
Language is slippin’ tongues in and out of your false teeth and loose lips, dreamin’ of @fitbit
Priority for the piety and holiness of the actors and actresses in this movie, that’s this Life
Printed your mind’s thoughts, naked 1st then dressed to kill, I pronounce you man & wife.

Hit yourself to wake up or wait until someone knocks the chip off your shoulder pads
It will probably hurt you more than it hurts anyone else, you’re the best at being bad
Mark your paperwork with the quotes and references, there’ll be an exam at The End
Guts to invade with the horde, a herd of monsters created by illegal & legal alien Zen.

Independent of your heritage, you will die completely alone without a friend or fiend
Any Earth town, city, state, territory, country, nation on any continent on any planet
Assuming that one, there’s other planets & two, there’s liquid to cover the dry matter
Bordered around my house, around my town, around my castle of private dirt scatter.

Paid the bills, mine and yours, got the shots, you did not get the shots, spread stupid
Out to everyone, shout or whisper, hear the message, you’re finite, you’re gonna die
Get your mission accomplished if you have one, enjoy the ride if you don’t have one
Dragged to the finish line whether you like it or not, it’s rigor mortis for all, have Fun!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March XXIIIrd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 

{ Cocked because I am Locked & Loaded, ergo new WORD @ https://youtu.be/CTg8LY6W5NM?si=XtZSfbzFRuP7vcru }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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