MAMA MIA PASTA A SUCCO BAMBINOS LOVE THE PASTA R.I.P. @ElvisP R.I.P.

SLIPSTREAM WAKE OF A RIP-TIDE TRIP, TO BE A WOKE GOD'S DAD, BLACK MOLLIES, INFINITE BENDS

Nothing sucks worse than the end of the fun you have at life

Living happy, laughing & never sad, always positive for a wife

Trending a series of thoughts to coincide with the annhilation

Subjects & objects merge into One, cataclysmic Singularity

All for One & One for all, it's not much but it's a bit genius

Making the thoughtless amongst us think about thoughts of us

All in the name of the father, son & holy ghosts who left it

Matrix Earth, dimension zone, fallen ancestors, immortal chit.

Inside of the final movement of your bones, you know the way

Down underground, melted smoke on your cat's cradle of hay

Smoldering, spark Earth's power to be a Pulsar Star twinkle

Inside the center of your mind or outside the galactic tinkle.

Downsized & evolved of invisible RNA, a naked, four-eyed bro

No human is quite all too human as Fred said, it's null & void

Cancelled and absorbed back into the cosmic mix, high or low

Anywhere, anyplace, anytime, I bled out of God's hemmoroid.

Last time is identical to the first time, difference is a wash

Zero to infinity isn't as far as you think at first, it's a blink

Of the eye or the sunlight shining before it's inevitable finale

Black Hole, Singularity, drilled 3-hole balls in a bowling alley.

Strike to spare all others from feeling awful about losing face

I am going to the store for naked ape clothing, to save Space

You won't miss me when I'm gone, you'll vanish from here too

Nothing personal, Time, Space & ALL things are Dust, Boo!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 17th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AM

{ Emptied fuel tanks jammin' to The Queen of The Slipstream on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0bDEzE_NpVU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#WWW #WildWildWest #OnceUponATIME#FirstLadyOfSoul #ChrisRockEmSockEm #Nickelback #ThisIsHowYouRemindMeOfWhatIReallyAM

MOLLY SPLIT IN TWO INFINITIES, YIN & YANG

Formed words without any shape as if they're chimeras of a daymare's songs

Rhythm & rhyme to soothe the savage beasts, here, now before the wrongs

A song will not remain the same, it will mutate & appear stranger than Truth

Not a fabrication but an enhancement of the comprehension, as I forsoothe.

Swam, sprinted & evaporated every molecule I called my own, I dissolved It

Spiritual soul, monkey-brain cause & effect of this sytem of being Up & Down

Spinning, revolving, wobbling, never spilling an ounce of H2O, it is what I am

Liquid power of the Free Will to choose, something or nothing, It is a scam.

Open books and open ends in the library for the fun to begin & end in squirts

Little or big ones, either way, they all come & they'll all go before they know

What hit them right between the eyes?  Where'd that dagger in the heart go?

Dead & gone or still here & living proof that Space & Time's superman hurts.

Pain due to direct blows to the bones or mean tweets and bad words to beat

Innocence into the saavy skulls that return the pain & suffering back to gods

They let it out of the seventh heaven & it needs to return to that bull sheet

Mothers & fathers won't get It but their offspring will, all 'bout the hot rods.

Faster than a speeding bullet but no superman, just a guy in space with cash

Spent on food, shelter & entertainment for the One who came to see it all go

On the day of the last night, fair to be 24 hours of misery, knowing the blow

Matters won't change the facts, what it is & always will be is, dreamin' stash.

Asleep but never #Woke as the pretenders who fake cause & effect so blue

Or not to be the question or the answer, a time to split up & spread out too

To swim or not to swim, to be a fish or a bear or a woman, I swear you see

Clearly for days ahead, keep the breathing up, don't stop, indeed, be Free!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August XVI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Pulled out of the empty sky while listenin' to #WildWildWest by @WillSmith @Bruce_Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/_zXKtfKnfT8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#SweetJosephine #HappyBirthday Auntie Josie Stopka RIP NOW, born circa 8-15-1930

PHENOMENOLOGICAL EXTINCTION IS IMMANENT

Who is in charge of this acting committee that facilitates broken souls of the blown

Mercy to all who don't deserve it but no mercy when it's time to lay all money down

Can't afford to lose when there's ONE way to win, the impossible is a rock, It's woke

Over the hills and through the deep woods there's the utopian climax of the poke.

Girls grown into the women who take it all whether they like it or not, become nuns

Can't handle the all too human way of the wildmen they were descended from, Huns

Hordes of Hard criminality inherited from simple punks, still born to virgins' kerfuffles

Sons of dogs who wage war to live and die for the kings and queens, Harlem shuffles..

Winning the games without competition from inferior divine creations, breakin' stride

With a double-time or about-face of the present movement to and fro, it's a free ride

Nothing lasts forever and something strange is going on according to a conscious high

Cause and effect keeps it moving in Space & Time, nobody lives forever, we all do die.

Counting crows & the jumping beans that get refried and pied, it's a burst of the Sun

Grew out of the seed and sprouted to the flowers and fruit of the vines, IT IS THE ONE

Universal thing itself & forms it creates out of Nothing are the cosmic egg, the dozens

Meaning of the phrases & dissertations transform with Time, subjective original sins.

Two dimensional, larger than a dot or a period punctuation, speak my language now

Predication of the objects and their Time/Space modifications, finishing God's blow

Love in the middle of nowhere is like when it's somewhere else, seeds of mama Ho

Mind over matter and the energy from a Big Bang turns out to be a look out below.

SoCal to Maine, man it's far to go but what a wonderful place, 'merica kills the stupid

Dams to hold the water in a pool to be used at will, power to Be is a reward for a fool

Not your fault, it's a beer bong conception and birth for you to enter this matrix, Kid

Lost my marbles, cookin' cosmic stew, I'm starvin', acid DNA & RNA, thanks, I'm cool.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 3:00:01 PMPST

{ Drafted while blasting  this fine Italian Grandma #CreatingStuffedBellPeppers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fcxmhc2W7xY & listenin' to #GreatestHits of @Nickelback link @ https://youtu.be/2gFdXvCV2XI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?