#Honeybees, us, them, nobody else but an empty humpty dumpty

BUZZ AROUND THE MEZCAL RINGS,  WORM BEFORE YOU DIE

Shots up & wine drunk, vitamins & minerals leached wasteland's ilk, fake electrons

Neutrons to trigger cherry bombs of protons and makin' the atomic the Void's ions

Mothers of the bombs, the thermonuclear Singularity or Black Hole, wise-ass sun

Burning out without recycling or replenishing, it's not our call, it's mercy of the Ra.

Shaded by the ignorance and innocence that's required to avoid going deep insane

Nobody to talk to about this hypersensitive monkey shine of a human race's lame brain

Fallen angels, evolved a specially created caveman from fear to battle, war to peace

Dithers I have, nobody but I shall indulge in the invisible pleasure of golden fleece.

Soft and sweet, hard and bitter and sour, all of the atoms of Big Bangers & devils

No trouble when you are the thing itself, incarnated for a spin around the mother hills

Glasses of wine and shots of whiskey under the shade tree, a smokin' spell of tea for me

Debunked by the worms at the bottom of the glass bottle, had to drink it all just to see.

Chewed it up into the microbes it had become, hallucinated the dead guy I'm gonna be

Not because I wanted to, just a thought from my funny, out of control mind-full of chat

Unknown what It may be other than One soul of the Thing itself, what it is just to be me

Uncles of my great grandmas got them pregnant by hook or crook, cats & dogs of scat.

It all worked out for a while 'til the discovery of independence from the prominent doubt

Golden need and want of every free woman and man, everybody wants to have some fun

What I mean by that, is a czar or dictator who rules by edict, you better listen or watch out

Skulls hung on cave walls, backwoods dripping fear of Darkness' scared meat, well done!

In complete absence of light's frequencies, from cosmic to infrared wavelengths, I'm dead

I don't want to die, that's what I heard in the Emergency Room, a dying voice of the dread

Hated to admit it but the Truth is what it is and always was, the ego's gonna be what stinks

Like a molecule of water, evaporated your essence of the divine, a supernova ala sphinx.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, January 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{  Drafted jammin' deeply to beats of @AshleyMcBryde #TheBackPorch & HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/x5rLrV7Vkeg?list=RDCLAK5uy_lx9grc9fqgdeglZz2jOVvZIxevcHjF4-c }

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#KingKong vs #Godzilla 2021 A.D. #SomethingIsProvokingHim #LastOnesStandingExtinction

BREAKING UP'S HARD, FIGHT, SURVIVE, KILLERS WIN & EAT, LAST CHANCE
It never felt like the feeling of rolling along the roads & rivers without a nightmare's anomaly
Lit up the darkness when worlds spun around, with smoking, drunk gods, with or without me
It matters that energy is spent star dust and Space emptiness, solo comfort ride from the Voids
Inside of the womb, the egg and the gamete shoots bullets at the target, until Truth is androids.

Blown up before it's time, illusion of the buzz and the toastin' up in the foothills, party on down
Out at the back, up country where the sun shines all the time, it's summertime, old #Hangtown
Where Jessie James and a posse pretended to be in the bank together, a nightmare, too human
Never happened, fake reality, out of nowhere, wet-dry dreams are gods' events, fill'erup the can.

Noted that it's all gone when the last sights & smells don't allow any more sounds or foul tastes
Feeling it falling from the highest place a human can be, stratospheric high above empire states
Provoke you to remember the bad and the good, your death & your birth, alien reason kingpins
From the mud and hydrogen-oxygen soaked gas, alienated from the origin, out for eternal spins.

Fun to be in fear of the life you've gleaned from your inherited DNA replication, survival I am fit
A battle of things that eat things to continue the First Cause's perpetual motion of Galactic chit
In a movie, in a rerun that will never stop until the lights go out for good, Darkness' Void is real
It's not the tales and sagas of your ancestral heritage, encyclopedia of the Truth, here's the Deal.

You came, you saw what you saw and you'll leave without a squawk because Eagles fly, we ride
Last ones flying are the last ones standing, only ones dying in a volcanic rush from god's bowels
Thump your books of words from your patron saints and prophets, Godzilla & Kong kids' dates
Who bows to whom, nobody gets to bow at the end of the performance, my stage disintegrates.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Janvier 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 0820 hours PST
{ Jammed without bowing to anyone, #JustLikeKong trailer @ https://youtu.be/odM92ap8_c0 }
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#HighRider #LowBalls #KickYourArse #3DChess

THIRD DIMENSION BETWEEN FIRST & SECOND CHECKMATES *
Not being a dot or a period's point, so to speak, I don't know what that's like, I can't know It
A being a priori and a posteriori for the sake of the whole shebang, so immune to Nothing too
No need or want to be animated yet the full thrust of being replicated, by God and too human
A song sung by nobody in sight, some sirens in the distance crying about a no good dead man.

Mortified to be a stench factory of accumulated matter, condensed and transformed into a Me
I, myself know the way it's all going to go down from now until doomsday, that moment's glee
When you find out that your last breath is all you get for free, that's it, caput, you'll be in rooms
From St. Louis to Tipperary and back to the holy host we all come from, our po' mothers' wombs.

Now, let me see if I've got this straight, meaning that If I do have it right, y'all don't really matter
Not even a small bit of love is left over when you cease to be an animated man or woman hipster
In expletive of philosophy, you glean universal rules for particular units of Fire in outerspace Time
After all's said and all is done, the finish line's crossed and the race is over, God knows DNA slime.

And on to the next race of DNA evolution in Space-Time warped in hydrogen and oxygen gasoline
Earth the soul and heart of all we will ever know, except the astronauts and cosmonauts we fling
Out of our orbit into the bliss of the abyss, the Void between our sanity and our origin's ignorance
It's bliss to Be without responsibility for the activity of the gas inside the outside of creased pants.

Altar boy to musician-scholar to old man watchin' days turn to night as the world spins, in control
Of everything under the burning, mortal sun, star of our mothers, fathers & children, sibling foal
All in One human race to be alive and well, healthy and wealthy, not poor or sick, yet a holy ghost
Came without intention to fix or heal wounded egos but to have faith in blinded eyes of The Host.

My move and it's a checkmate back to you, third dimension, the second one too, anyway it's over
Broad strokes of a pen for an authorization of Force to change the Tide of natural selection myth
That this is some form of random event, a life of conscious experience, that's life's ups and downs
Buzzing consciousness between my ears moves my heart's soul to free 'em, old gold, sad clowns.

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r j j  stephan, i    * #checkmated
c.  Saturday, January 30th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{ AM jammin' to some #LooseGrooves of @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/aAXwaPrajiE }
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