@CarlosSantana #Devadip #GatoRocks #CheckMateRules

 

ON BEING BRIDES' CATS IN AUGUST'S LAST BUD TRIM, CHESS RULES!

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By the ways and means of the mouse and the man, there are burrowed in a holy, rotten core

Worms, bacterial and viral infections carrying the good, the bad and ugly to sons of a whore

Common criminals and very sophisticated data streams from the #Hashtag common ground

Mixed into the diluted pollution from the dead pools of refused waste of the genome sound.

 

In the calculus and the philosophy of psychosomatic karma, trauma inflicted on the psyche ticks

Punks and elite intelligencia mounting the extinction of the species, trying to copulate for kicks

Mundane and occult wisdom and knowledge will kill you in the end, you get nothing returned

Dissolved into the essence of an idea, my dream has neither blackmail nor black market dread.

 

Near the ocean, on the path to the ocean's edge, the white sand beach of calm before a storm

Minds are unmoved movers, before and after this fiasco full of holly and holy days of fake doom

Orphaned or raised to adulthood by the most well-adjusted & enculturated, too sweet nothings

At the finish line, it's all about hiding dead skin & bones' human kindness, 'Oh solo mio,' IT sings.

 

Born to be innocent and untrained orphans without mothers or fathers to govern crown egg yolks

Groom boys' girls to be exactly like their elders that they observe both at home & in fool's schools

On the path, on the left, the right or right up the middle Way, the point of no return creates folks

Dodging the balls, hitting them, rolling them, catching them, kicking them because they're tools.

 

Monsters and genies who want to both scare the innocent & timid but also want to entertain God

Kids & parents, all of the dead ancestors and the yet to be conceived descendants are good to Go

Features of creatures being created & nearly certain will be destroyed, naturally without purpose

Purpose of the crease in your trousers is unknown but the one in your mind is sacrosanct refuse.

 

Knowing about Nothing and the rest of the things creation from the atomic matter of mortality

Coming into the destruction of the molecules' electrons, neutrons and protons, annihilation rust

Outside of the disease of the DNA, there's nothing outside this atmosphere, Mr Spaceman dust

Suffering your mother's dropping you to the ground, choking you to death smokin' angelic rust.

 

Do not beware of the unknown since everything is unknown, nobody can beware of everything

On the other hand, one ought to strive for that ideal, to expose the unknown for minions to sing

Apparently all of the stimuli disappear with the last heartbeat, before or after Christmas holiday

If everything depends on God becoming all too human, then I'll checkmate the sacred, holy play.

 

Morons just the ilk of the pretenders and leaders and followers who have Nothing, just like a star

It contracts and expands the form, eventually attaining immortality through the Singularity's roar

Stretching you from five or six feet into infinite play dough, what you and I are, or what we're not

Punks on a beach looking for whale regurgitation, essence of musk attracting psycho DNA inkblot.

 

On 3 December, the walls close in, the ceiling and floor begin retracting into the rubic cube of Pi

3.141414 ad infinitum find no other constant among the variables, divided, multiplied the high

Keeping your attention on the prize at the end of your personal, conscious awareness yet I digress

Sustaining the animation through matter recycling is all there is, rule of cats, lioness' and tigress'.

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Freezember 3rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:33 AMPST

{ Jammed the cats off of the fence this AM inspiration from the #VOID, & listenin' to @Santana #LetMe & HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/sReUc9lb7Wk }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

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 }

FINIS 

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.