People are the group of things from the species self-named humanely, oh my, it's way too human
Fraud is merely the lying liars who tell the truth and then lie from L.A. to fake Molochian UNIran
Suitcases full of voters' ballots' silver bells & golden smiles from God #harvesters river watergates
Paid to sort the US mail and harvest the ballots to vote for the demonic hipster Love obliterates.
Funk of the ancestors carried on deep inside of your mind and body, a holy soul is way too fine
Nothing there and nothing to survive the heartbeat and lucky breath you breathe God in & out
Cause of the first of the species? Create a myth and repeat it often to the young about to whine
Head to foot, conception to extinction, who knew you were going to use your head's old mind.
Ennui for everyone who remains #Woke, self-realization that you've become an idiotic moron too
It's not your faults, you've been groomed for missing links to the puzzle of mankind, whoville guy
A train on tracks going around in a loop and out to the edge of the city parks, to common ground
Cemeteries with the dead bones in boxes and ashes in urns, all for the living tribes of rock sound.
No sound to noise to no sound, nothing in sight to everything in the light back to Nothing's blight
All of it is all you will ever get today, same as yesterday or last year and tomorrow is a good fight
Saved supermen and wonderwomen of the moment, Time and Space before me, it's random flack
Pretty women walkin' down the street waitin' to be noticed by a friend who will watch their back.
That's enough of that there, this here is all that's left to relate to strangers, random whale sperm
Fortune is deep in the mirror, it is the Look, if you get that Look, you know you're an earthworm
Please show me the soul that fits in your shoes, hats and gloves, your eyes blinded a grim reaper
Of men's asphalt and pavement mixture of H2O gas and earthen rock smithereens, a dirty lover.
Thoughts are vacant once the essence is found to precede the existence of gods & yes, y'all too
Look upward from evidence in urn or sealed casket, eyes wide open, mouth agape, China bat flu
Reality scum's done, your history's known by none & you've nothing left, let's just forget about it
Moronic, conclusion from induction and deduction premises assumed to be valid, you're an Idiot!
I'm goin' to the beach, to the sand on the gold coast & I'm gonna sit & watch, turn into hasbeens
It's no bay, it's the actual ocean of H2O that pirate and war ships crashed & sunken deep sea pits
Ignorance of knowledge & wisdom, calculus & science released the hounddog reward of biscuits
Charmed by the food for hunger, obedience is fostered by ignorance & deception's chess queens.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, FREEZEMBER 4TH, 2020 Anno Domini @ 07:00 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin' to rational thought of @TheMarkLevinShow, not wearing any mask & jammin' to 100 million-view @NewRadicals #YouGetWhatYouGive #DreamersDisease in an infinite loop on link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE & LISTENIN' to @RoyOrbison #AnythingYouWantYouGotItBaby link @ https://youtu.be/TYQzIw0zat0 & #PrettyWoman link @ https://youtu.be/_PLq0_7k1jk }
#ricoSacto
Friday, December 04, 2020
#EverythingAintAnything #JustWait #GoDownToTheHonkyTonk #GetWhatYouGive
MUSIC IS INSIDE OF ME, EXTINCTION'S WAY, ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GOT IT!
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Thursday, December 03, 2020
@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'.
by
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.?
Wednesday, December 02, 2020
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.
by
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
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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