#BurstBubbleBustedByLine #ShotsOfCharity #BobDylan #TowerOfPower #EastBay #CameToPlay #SnakeCharmin'

 

WE CAME TO PLAY, IN THE VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER, DOOMED I SAY!

In Watts or Cabrini Green or any projects for the poor people of FDR & the money of Monopoly
All is well from the basement to the top penthouse where there is no elevator to ever, ever see
It's above the ground of being alive, way up there among the angelic G-clouds of It, Time's grime
Made out of the Void in the hands of nobody with hands at all, yet all there is?  High street crime.

In through the third eye's overlord, me, myself and I, we are wavelength's synchronistic stroke
Undetectable to the weinerschnitzel and burger, protein of life to gas up the engine of smoke
With or without the mirrors that reflect an imaginary color from infrared to ultraviolet wave
I think about this, thoughts happen in me here and now, therefore, I think I'm the party's rave.

Pronouncing and advising in a dream state of somnambolistic joy, I'm better than the rest I guess
One must assume something in order to go from the present into the future, leaving a past pass
Apemen and the microscopic viral infections that kill them is the History of Civilization, a dragnet
For the nature of Being is a mysterious Truth, hidden by the forefathers', one bastard descendant.

Merging chemistry with physics yields an anthropomorphic ideal, gods' damn a man, Man's a god
Like it, displeased popes, ministers, nuns & spinsters, believe huge deluge is a great flood of blood
Everything was broken and dead, then it came back to life again through magical spells & herbs
Unknown, dark and unlit, deep within the Singularity, hidden vibe of Ma & Papa alive in suburbs.

Prizes before the End to enjoy from the inception, real time euphoria in nirvana, oh bring it on home
Oops & uh oh, slight error in the trajectory so we've a course deviation toward the end of ol' Rome
Greeks and Phoneticians had nothing on the Heshhashins and the National Socialist creme d'le crop
Peking to New York have the whole world in their hands, London, Paris, Amsterdam & Berlin pop.

A minstrel plays a tune, we hum along and soon before you knew it was even a thing, it's nothing
Nobody and nowhere special will be the gate to the twilight zone, enter without a third eye ring
Common and complex in the essence of the substance, without One atom, Hydrogen can't avoid
Ends of every living thing, Westside & Southside before we arrived, we'll all be a One again, void.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, February 15th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:20 AMPST (10:04?)
{  #DroppedADime on the #ThirdEye #PinealGland & bled this rhyme out link @ https://youtu.be/xecukJDAPcw ON THE WAY to listen to #EastBay @TowerOfPower #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/trHaA_oMZTA?t=1 }

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#GetDown #RightHere #RightNow #ThisMeansWAR #AColdOne #SaintValentineBeheaded @ACDC @WARtheBand @SammyHagar @EricChurch @BugsBunny @YosemiteSam

WE GOT NOTHIN', YOU GOT NOTHIN' SO LET'S RUMBLE !
Gods from the outerspace's atmosphere of a vacuum, empty of the Evil Live hot, pork tacos
In between where your mother left you with the baby sitter who never showed older hobos
How to treat a youngster who misses their mama & papa, don't press my naked face down
Into your incredible cess pool of menudo, all you've eaten, drank & smoked dank downtown.

Completely in for the long haul, as opposed to bein' a cold one, Dead in a Chicago fender bender
On the subway or the elevated train, we move in Space like slow lightening & Silence!  Thunder
Sorrow & joyful reactions to happiness and remembering that it's a #NoVacancy sign, #DaBears
Insider and outsider to be or not to be One and the same, everyone of the psychic psycho fears.

Amazon amazement at the huge giant monster that collects all of the capital for the capitol
On your mark when you're getting set to go, without a head start, Timing is the only thing
A matter of Time in Space, your life and mine, temporary with a hope of immortal voiding
Of the human's being all too human or superhuman, supermen, superwomen, #DoYourThing!

It's what you want to do, you're going to die when it's time for you to die, alive only one Way
My own path may be foreign or domestic yet it's My God's damn karma that's on a holy dole
Taking back the credit that was due to my past transgressions I've got no recollection Today
Balanced like a fox in a hen house, hiding the mal intent to eat featherless, skinned or whole.

Fear your ending because it signals the meaning of t'all, ain't nothing t'all to do with fake Hope
Dreams of what could be or might have been or what'll be, those are the essence, Being #dope
Which helps everyone and nobody at the same time, the Unknown's invisible, undetected zoom
Right or left, up or down, backward or straight up forward, marching toward the room of doom.

Crawl on land or swim in the sea, maybe fly above it all and just float around in society's ecstasies
Winged or finned, hopping, slithering, burrowing or swimming in a Material World's WTF over seas
Unknown why you're here, an orphaned, dead child conceived before a wedding image, two souls
Now adapted & adjusted to Ways & Means, the Void's a #ColdOne #Ho, One of Many black holes.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, St. Valentine Day, 2-14-2021 A.D. @ 7:77 AMPST <3
{ Granted the light of day while listenin' to #ThatWasAColdOne @EricChurch in a loop @ youTube https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE #OneTimeIAintForgotAbout }

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#PutItInHere #RightDownTheMIddle #Tombstone #BootHill #MuckAndMudEverywheres #BirdcageTheater #CowboysRulin' #HookersOpiumLiveEvil #GatesArtificiallyIntelligent #PinkPanther @WyattEarp @BillGates

POSTED IN ENGLISH  taqiyya FOR THE FEW MULTILINGUAL FREEMASONS & INNOCENT MANY LEAKED FROM BABYLONIAN TOWERS

<3 #Giddyup <3

It appears to the blind and the deaf, moon & sun smoke, coming in realty, God's twist & a shout

It's H2O in the liquid form we require to live in the desert of dear life's 7 continents to pass out

Sailing on the edge of 7 seas or being buried under a burned out planet or chillin' my red hot lips

Of the dim witted, learned, educated, literate, wise crackin' 208 bones, hell gnaw, atomic chips.

 

Buffoon that everything can be blamed on whether or neither moron nor idiot is at One's fault

Impossible though it may be, the high probability that the Truth is merely an assumption's chit

Waiting for the end of life is only for the fortunate who do not strive for survival, they're given it

From infant formula & mashed potatoes stuffed into pie holes of outer Space's dead god vault.

 

All that I am and all I will ever be is exactly what you are if you know what I mean, from 9 to 5

But from 6 to 8, now that's really something when you attempt to think about if for a bit of jive

Bet your life that the stakes are way too high to be pretending that it's not all about life & blow

Whoever was in doubt when the baby stage led to an adolescent gauge, adults in a hood, uh oh!

 

The monkeys wanted it and now they've got it, the virus, the infection to rock and roll it away

@Pacific_Stone rocks covered holes to caves of North & South poles, buzz a big One on Payday

Over when it's over as opposed to being started when it's all over, impossible to be the excons

Muggers on corners & in your own house, under your roofs, mortgaged our kin, moms & sons.

 

Smiles you know can bring the sadness to an end, hookin' you all up just like Jacky D on dry ice

Sippin' the spirits and bringin' in back home to the place where nothing matters but rolled dice

A matter of a lover's strangle of my spinal chord, she stole my heart & @EL in divinity's heavens

She's got the combination to let Baal's boots boogie and let the good times roll, dice roll sevens.

 

Getting ready to die is not as important as knowing that you will have no consciousness post life

It's more important that you read about and understand the history of your civilization's strife

Invaders from a tribe that came from out of this world left their imprint on the leftover apples

All about the pie's combination of three and fourteen thousandths, point well taken, it's Hell's.

 

Mummies and the corpus dilecti either embalmed with formaldehyde on rags in a pauper pit

Mythological fictions believed true without a stitch of truth other than street cred, spirit=dead

In a loving way, with pure respect to my parents, ancestors & everybody else, you oughta GFY

It's highly unlikely yet reasonably probable that the life you own will soon end but not today.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, February 13th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ #GiveItUp for @TheVoynichCode the 2021 post of the year, link into 9 million views @ https://youtu.be/awGN5NApDy4 }

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