W T F ? OVER & OVER? #WhereIsTheClinic #AbortAbortAbort

IT CAN'T BE THIS EASY MAN, YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG! AW, HELLNAW! #EXTINCTIONgun

Moving from the alpha to the omega in a clean sweep, four in a cannery row, whatever it takes

To be too human that the probability is higher than the stratosphere above polluted, dirty skies

Not only am I as low as anybody can go, I'm higher than Franklin's kite ever got, a #hotSlit key

Monkeys just mankind 'fore they contemplated the nativity of their baby kin, soundbyte to see!

 

It's one thing to be ignorant because you haven't been turned on to the Truth, y'all be chickens?

Thank you every time I wink in your direction, coming out here and now to the theres and thens

I thought about this a minute before I wrote it all down on cyberspace paper in twilight zones

Amazed by the innocence and subway burial crypts for the rotten flesh & bone's bloody moans.

 

Help yelled, prayin' to powers that never were and will never be, It's All that I am, I'm so fine

To the hell below from down in the valleys and up on the highest mountains, Rockies to Alpines

Dreaming of being alive, form of man, a human being made out of the remnants of burned dirt

All you, everything matters to the living and dying, it's All Nothing That Sparks Joy! It don't hurt!

 

No business to be here longer than the sufficient time it takes to make "X" that marks my spot

Where I was for a New York minute, seven continent rumble from a womb to a street mobster

Had it made in the shade, blessings from nowhere we comin' down like rain in a hot desert

Souls of the Many broken pieces of One, rollin' blunts for babies & kin, existence precedes dirt.

 

Now fire up that thang and do not even think about being the Bogart, don't leave your trash out

Uptown & downtown, in or out of the country from a civilized to the wild jungle of the route

Puns and wise-arse preachin' from a pulpit, sermons meanin' little or nothin' to nearly every kid

We knew who The Kid was from the get-go, alright to forget, #HellToTheNo, God's got CoVid!

 

Blood ran from the first conception, sparked by joyful Nothing cries of a symphony, pop a Void

Grown from microscopic essence to existence. animated rivers & rocks, fish swim It to avoid

We'll be lookin' to pull them out and eat them with the grain and bread we mixed from a weed

Healed the wound that never happened in the first place, all a daymare at night, God-DNA seed.

 

Sheer viral expression of a calculated perennial conundrum, WTF happens if you croak?

On clouds in heaven? Come on man! Meeting dead folks you descended from, hilarious joke

Montage of relic things you said & did make no difference to the journey down a real, Holy One

It's about compression & depression expression, fission's fusion is dago red wine & my .44 gun.

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, December 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0830 hours PST

{ Drafted jammin' to @RevBullwinkle in a loop's #TwilightZone, ad infinitum on youTube link

@ https://youtu.be/8QxIIz1yEsA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Muchachas & #Muchachos #ViaConDios #TrabajoDaNada @ZacBrownBand #SitASpell @CarlosSantana

#ViaConDiosBeaudacious

PRINT THE WRITTEN WORD UP/DOWN #Contraindicated

 

A man and a woman walk through the fire and either become molten or tube vaporized

Once I come clean with the goods and the evils, the Will of Power I am, naked, exposed

Not one or two men in a row boat on a slow, lazy river's old mill stream's emptied space

Timing is everything to me and the rest of the milieu which moves too humane of a face.

 

Moments of the sporting First Mover, First Cause of the Thing Itself are all dead and all gone

All of the many are left with their skin and bones elixir to comfort the savage beast, 1 & done

Knowing that extinction is immanent not only for your species but also for a spark of joy's sin

Ghost in the machine that appears to move on it's own with or without you, it's undertaken.

 

In the alphabet, there is an order from A through Z and an arrangement of intelligence's Con

An easy job of doing whatever comes to an empty mind without any reason for being a One

Seventh son or only daughter, lobster sedation with cannabis before death by eating It alive

What this means is nothing more than it dead a moment ago, DO NOT EAT dead-life, thrive!

 

In 2020 Anno Domini, millions of babies are born to be Corona or 'H-ONE' all particular, son

Dream of your living ideas on the moon and in your united states of amnesia, oh Washington!

It ain't my fault, I'd do what I could but it would be a waste of my precious Time in Space, UM

All I can say and write down on a cyber-space emptiness is this here and that there, oh & OM.

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Greezember 1, 2020 Anno Domini @ 06:06 AMPST

{ Jammed this out before the @Armstrong_GettyShow on @KSTE-AM Cosmos-Wide Radio, #MarconiAward volunteer @ link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.

#DeletedRecreatedDeletedAdInfinitum #WomenWineAndSong #YoullNeverMakeASaintOfMeEither

BITTER JUSTICE FROM CATEGORIES OF IMPERATIVES, A WALTZ BECOMES YOU

Of course you never know anything at all but you've been trained to beware of all else

No need to fill in the blanks because the buss is all about the hive from orphan hells'

Rollin' on the streets of Chicago, idiot kid in pop's car with some fatal disease to be me

Halted in the middle of the trip, reported to the sheriff and the local constabulary bells.

1969 dead of dumb ass and on the way to the purgatory of the happiness disease, bein' me

It feels pretty good and I don't want to be anybody else, anything I do is far out and OK see?

Figured it all out the day I nearly died in the frozen cold of the mother Earth, I love so much

From inside of my heart there sparked a Will to Survive the frozen tundra, a miracle of lunch.

OUT of the instant manna that fell from heaven, I lied to me and told myself everything's alright

That I'd never give up without a fight, food stamps and welfare, bring them on, child support bone

Never could and never will be like it was before, not for a little while past this moment, I'm gone

Saturday to Sunday, 52 weeks every year, I've got 24 hours to defend my back, I got this fight!

Day before I die, a little bird will whisper in my ear that it's all almost over for me, it's so crazy

How I got so lucky I don't know but everyone else I've ever associated by the word of a l'il birdy

Paperbacks and paperbags full fo the empty dreams and the holy crap lead of idiots mournin' me

When I don't deserve a second thought as proved by checking back in a hundred years, oh Mama!

Lower than the flow can go, beyond the livers and kidneys animated DNA, there is no reason for it

Humanity and divinity in no struggle at all other than a mask to hide behind the gloom and doom fit

Al of the people, all of the time they are graced with to be alive in this empty Void, God's robodog

Utter uselessness without purpose, from mitotic, random collision to decrepit demise, I am all agog!

You can keep the Adam's apple, longknife tale from the crypt of Eve's #BellyOfTheBeast, that I am

Showtime for the hidden, occult magic passed on in the darkness, where wild horses fear to roam

Monkeys and apes have no problem with the danger they don't see or feel due to the extinction gene

Amazing turkeys and chickens and the leftover bones for the cheaters in the bayou of gypsy memes.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Blovember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Cogenerated (TWICE) with hyperbole of incompetence and it's necessary condition for species extinction, predicted by the sufficient evidence inspired by #WildHorses by @RollingStones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UFLJF17ws_0  }

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W.W.A.R.D.?