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FUNK FROM AFAR AND JUNK IN A JAR

Coloring books with crayons shaded rainbow, white to black, red, green noel-peace sign

Every little piece of the picture had some color, sometimes invisible to the oh not so fine

Beauty and the lack of the attractive genome, to procreate the species against Man's will

To be here forever in a form of mutated DNA in fully engaged on the accelerator downhill.

I've got a secret that everybody knows, a bigger fabrication of Truth than a divine Great Lie

To say that you get to be here longer than your living, loving 208 bones is a fool's way to die

Orphanage of the goddesses who progenated the beasts' numbers, one little girl scout cookie

Escaped before the dream ended & found eternity was never, neverland, oh say can you see?

Christmas and New Years just a way to complete the circular jerk of the planetary orbital path

Circling the ecliptic ad infinitum until the retro Big Bang, the Singularity is on the way, wrath

All that there is and all that will ever be has already been before and will be after you're gone

Miracle that you got a moment to rock and roll the Way, to see the reason why we rocked bone.

Holy and holly days between the other days, also as holy as the other, granted, just a blessed It

Monkeys, slugs, angels, demons saints, goddesses afoot putting the gold and skunk smoked Pot

To boil or to smoke until the remnants of the chemicals wade out into the human DNA, dip-chit

Into H2O's formula mix, a concoction unduplicated, a novel corona virus, a snowman's dry rot.

Church and the midnight mass to see if your girlfriends came to the late show, a Christ love fest

Thinkin' that the creator of the universe has the time to recreate the men and women of evil's best

Criteria for the judgement, a rational conclusion based on valid and consistent premises, & ouila!

It's all out in the open, the emperor exposed the naked truth, the way it had to be, a cool Coca cola.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. December 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2359 hours #BirthdayCakeOfTwins'59

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W.W.A.R.D.?

NICE DREAMS! #FeelinLikeChristmasAgain #Wait2020DontGo

MC FATHERS OF MINE, GREAT-GRANDFATHERS' CLASS-A'S
Who!  Zygote to corpse, life & death rear godheads above & below a GI's bed of dry, wet dreams
Came for the party and received the shattered love of nobody other than me, myself, my schemes
Nothing comes of this after death, no soul to live on and be rewarded or punished for darker days
You and I were awake in the light and during the darkness we slept and dreamed it's just a phase.

Mercury to Pluto and beyond the microcosm we refer to as our star system, there's infinite grace
Blessing to be alive for a second, a minute, day, week, month, year, decade or century of my face
Lookin' in the mirror and watchin' the mutation of growth from boy to old man, before the creep
Of modus operondi & corpus dilecti, I soul search for a Happy Ending to this apple core, too deep?

On a drift boat goin' downstream to the sea of unknown things and absolutely nothing In and Out
It's not my choice but it is my destiny to move the thing itself, inside of my bones' form to Doubt
About the nature of this and that beast's relationship to Death, food we eat, our inedible corpse
Monsters drifting into the flow to steal the happiness from the cowboys and girls, savin' a horse.

New deal is the same old deal, confiscating property & possessions of all the free ladies & gents
Put into a huge cauldron of donations and burned into the meltdown of Gold for the camel tents
OIl underground of the sand dunes in the moonscape of Earth, it's the life blood of the animation
Burned to animate the thing itself, a myriad of form-shaped Time & Space, mortality's venial sin.

Puffing hard on the joints rolled from the trees and plants of the planet, heights known to few go
Up & away from a grounded foundation of assumptions, extinction-worthy schemes of cats flow
Pretending to bark and growl as a junkyard or champion dog breed should, waiting for a bone
To gnaw and lick as if it's fresh kill leftover from the Big Dog and the nasty beeotch females, so...

Songs, full of notes and words from another plane of communication with the other world's kid
All of the thoughts go in and out as they naturally do and in the End, silence is always what I did
Crying at first for no reason other than the shock of being out of the womb, begging for a scone
Just before the wonder is assuaged by the facts of life, One to One, we are all the One, it is done!

Bears, butterflies, bacteria and the virus that originates the pantheon of Reality, as we all know it
Those things merge with who we believe we are & we create Things, we shall all know It in a bit
As above, so below itself, the same thing embraced as an empty Void of rat leaves and ginsing tea
I am, you'll are & someday DNA forms won't be, no trace of a ghost, no return, dead n' gone, MC!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVI, MMXX
{  Drafted to #Creepin' by @EricChurch link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/8OZhw-aQTP8 }

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PROGRAMMED TO GRADUATE & BID ADIEU #PutThatInYourPipeUndSmokeIt #TakeALittleNip @Nickelback #Luke @BillyJoel & @CarlosSantana seranade!

DEVILS' EGGS, ALL ALONE, TIME TO COME HOME

It's melodrama 'bout saying yo hey, lovin' every minute in Zanzibar with a 70 year old girl scout

Jersey girl cells of my home sweeter than 'bama sweet home, buzz below, above any holy doubt

Whatever you want, bees' knees etcetera, here on Earth, out of mom & pop, who're good cops

Stardusted stuff mixed into blood & bone, atoms of the itty bitty, hocus pocus, occult full stops.

Free is not what you'd think it should be because it's an illusion of the mind's fears of the dark

Rock stars strokin' gold diggin' hammers, nothing like a super groupie givin' it one good fight

It's not like you & I are the First Cause, the Prime Mover of the entire neon lit walk in the park

Formula of infrared waves & cosmic frequencies dispatched into the neck of ol' Dracule's byte.

In the mode of the poor men who pass the time on Earth without a clue regarding their futures

In Time and Space's winds of change, the thinking of the lean and mean machine I am, endures

It has a lot of zeroes for the final sum of everything, winds of Time and the Silver Bells ringin'

Trollin' 'round for the sake of humanity's function of cosmic slop, you're a fake The Thing, man!

First egg, then conception of the idea out of the massive, infinite Void, a constant oneness price

Nothing anyone you or I know can do anything at all about the Cause or the Effect of Supernova

Being informed of the state of Being not only a human being but also a holy spirit's piece of soul

In one piecebut just an infinitesimal piece of the puzzle, jigsaw & soduku with Jack Daniel's ice.

If you can stop & think about it before you have to resume your function as humanity's designed

Then you'll be able to follow the way down, middle of the Way, a Path from the get-go stop signs

Got thoroughly inebriated with devil's eggs of the foggy bottoms of 32 chromosomes' half a mile

Hairless monkeys, naked apes and zillions of supra and sub-species, smile, enjoy the ride, smile!

It's no big thing but it is your thing, not my thing but that's fine, that's OK, we all gotta eat & dine

For the sake of the Miraculous that happened the day we were conceived in our mama's way deep

Down in the land underneath the core of the center of Nothing, a Void, a Singularity monkey shine

Live concerts of men's women, banging First Light, silent speakers of voices, we're #woke asleep!

Stilettos and the flintlocks moved the pirates and popes into the treasure protection mode, far out

Away from the eyes and ears of the mentally challenged without the ability to reason about doubt

To know anything is impossible, saying the word doesn't make it so, reality's a search mission now

In the holiness of the Space outside this Earth, Nothing other then the emptiness & silent 66 route.

Whistling in the darkness, I hear the melody of the honeymooners goin' in one ear and out the other

Got a minute or three left before the final destination is absorbed into the infinite's crematorium fir

Smoke from explosions of atomic fodder, my kin, enemies & friends, all alive to be killers of liberty

Ended the future of this orbital nucleus of you, me and mine, all of us have a need to Try It for free!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember 15th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0300 hours PST

{  Too rude to bother anyone with pain & suffering, wanton soul, I want all of the house's pain for myself, drafted this to a @Billy_Joel concert (1978) link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/QzGhUcko4WI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?