#HomeSweetHomeNiceDreams #HappinessIsEverything #SufferingSucksLikeGravity #CheechAndChong #TheWorldIsAGhetto #ChrisJannson

#DISCLOSURE UFO's ANGELS, TIN FOIL HATS & SONS OF PROUD BOYS FROM HADES *
Once a whole bunch of centuries roll by, Earth spinning around 33,000 times since a Big Bang
What you've gleaned from your mothers and fathers who got to know two got light the tango
Fire you, you're a mother's inseminator just like the ones who came before your bloody fang
Drunk on living forever even though there's no chance in the universal, that eternal fandango.

Mustangs fired up for the ride to the rodeo, broncos and stallions ready for the get down hits
Whip straps and spurs on boots control the motion of the beast of burden, I'll never be a One
Punks have descended from the ancestors, you're more or less one of the many, reflected sun
Imagine the whole world as we know it, without you in the picture for an hour or a NY minute.

Funny to be anonymous yet absurd to be taken seriously for the comedy and tragedy, that's life
The way it goes from the first to the last points on the time line is the way it's sliced with a knife
Criminals of us all, violating the morality and ethics of the dead men who left billions of fat cats
Miraculous documents of Word, blind faith on stone & papyrus, false or true, blame COvid bats.

Trade in your locomotion for the stone crypt allowed to rotting bones, forefathers' bad mothers
Girls grown up in an acid hole, DNA pool mixture of apes, roaches and angels of sisters' brothers
Pincushion stuck full of needle holes, give it a shot, come and take my arms from me, Eagle, bird
Weaponized the rocks and the heavy metal, ready to launch, only UFO's out of Time, kill a word.

Reality and fiction merged into empty jargon in infinite loops, boomerangs south to north poles
Gods gold that shines for the blind & mitigated at the end, in a Void over indivisible rabbit holes
Nothing your popes, presidents or fools can do with the centuries provided in counter revolution
Forget about the names of the men, their history makes no difference, burn books, God's the sun.

General, universal and particular apeman monkeys in a Terrarium, ancients called Earth gods
A thing we need to live and die upon, pinochle of star debris, nowhere tiny enough to disappear
Yet the underground is above and below the Space between the super novae and black hole sod
Using words, arguments to reach conclusions to act upon, in the present, kill a word, eat the fear.

Instruction to the orphanages of the humane bytes in bits and pieces of honey, sugar baby flow
All of the babies can learn any language if immersed, no child is ONLY the country birthed into
Earth's solar system blown out of the Big Bang is all that matters, that and the energy third eye
Making Life itself Empty, to be what it is, what it's always been & will always be, en empty sky.

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r j j  stephan, i  *CleopatraOfTheNile
c.  Lundi 1 février 2021 Anno Domini à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted tea to @BrothersOsborne - #AllNight #ZigZag favs @ https://youtu.be/MvaXV3Q6pN0 }

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#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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