#IWillDeckYouRichie #FromEarthToTheMoon #ThanksPops #Hendrix & #Dylan & #Leff { My gramma, #GertieLeff in same Renton, WA cemetery near JIMI's monument 'round Renton/Maple Valley }

ALL HANDS ON HADES' DECK, LSD DOSED LOSERS, CROSS ON THE GALLOWS
I will give you this here jitterbug rag & all of that there, all things of mutated conceptualization
As if it matters once you & I lose our personal consciousness, as if our deceased prestidigitation
Calls the Causes, a feature of the Word, sounds of the soul's recombinations of vocalization sin
Originality cornered, mortal disobedience to random communist manifestos kill saints & sinners.

In the end or so I've been led to believe from the texts I could actually read, we're as dead rocks
Waiting for obliteration in the Black Hole down the road post Nova or SuperNova actualization
Watching the meters for the signals to alert the mainline of constructive destruction, that's life
It is indeed, the last bastion of the mindful ones who have no blind Faith in gods or DNA's wife.

...in the beginning, nobody was there to record the happening, in the end, it's educated guesses
Brainwashing the young kings and queens in the K-12 & above, beyond the heavenly goddesses
I am what I've always been, ask anybody, a speck of dust in the Cosmic Slop, mess of fake Spirits
It's the substance you can't name, the origin of Matter itself is Occult for a rational reason, a ditz.

On you & your monkeys, naked apes & a four-legged menagerie, inter-dimensional alien UFO lore
In prehistoric terminology, Life was NOT a random DNA implant on Terra Ferma, ET's bow to gods
Occult opened the dream and exposed the mind, as it performs it's job in a deep somnambulism
One into two and three up to infinity is the Way, your Karma is the Way, a Free Will in a schism.

In a hermitage or atop of a skyscraper in #GothamUSA, nobody can hide from the Ends, word up
Not only did some mothers become impregnated with 'us' against their wills, also they hate 7up
I don't care that freedom's not free and stolen right out from under your bloody face, gettin' old
Losin' hands dealt to Jinx & Miss Lucy, left to roam among the herd, irresponsible for bein' rolled.

#WTH is that chick doin' sittin' here on my lap, it's my dream and all hell's gonna break loose too
Both of my hands have always been on deck, the voice in the speaker changed it all, shootin' pool
Human minds' loose ends, ask all our kin who already died lately, extinct soul of disembodied goo
Jumped headfirst into the end, Hollywood made a trippin' star, jumpin' in a lake, dyin' like a fool.

Do you smell the fragrance?  It's just one big lie and you have nothing to do with a shot of a leg
You & I will find our last song before or after OUR Last Day on Earth, it's gonna blow the graves
All of the headstones & crosses and stars of original stars, kings of the world, born of queen egg
You've been there & done this, nobody survives heavy traffic or lucky gold strikes of God's slaves.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, March 7th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Gods and the Cro-Magnon cosmic jokes cracked on the people that used to care, just because #ThingsHaveChanged @BobDylan #ThoughtHeSawSomethinMovinJitterbugRags on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#TourD'force #TodaysTwoFerOne #WaitForIt

YO-YO WAS A COLD ONE BUT, HELL MAN, SHE SAID SHE WAS UGLY BAD, NO GOOD
In perfect syncopated motion, First Cause to the final Black Hole of sweat, your departed bones
All in a nice pile where the living felt you'd cause no more harm to your friends and folks' in hell
On the wake nights, used to be 3 but now, it's 2 and they're all stiffs dyin' to get in, it's a ritual
Thirst and hunger go far, far away when it's curtains for you and me, needs and wants all cancel.

High and dry like it was always supposed to be like this, where is that written and by whom, eh
About the only thing you can do for the sake of keeping this diatribe in the ebb and neap flows
River running backwards to where it came from & then some, movin' the good, comin' to blows
Defiance livin' in a twelve pack I got sittin' on the shelf, damn babe this has to be a tornado eye.

Systematic racism is the evolutionary tool that homo sapiens used to dominate the sub species
After that function of being the greatest tool of mankind, you want to revoke it's use to kiddies
A revolution can be smelled on high when a Declaration cancelled We The People of us & them
In a vortex of atomic waste, we find ourselves within, call it a spirit or a soul, either/or l'haim!

As if the hairless and helpless from infancy to adulthood is any kind of a survival tool, as if is right
Reason being, the homo sapiens were not evolved here on Earth, implant of another star's light
Infinite unfathomable, silent & still, yet someone other than YOU's in charge of the bells that toll
It's all a matter of which way is up from the North Pole, which way is down from the South hole.

Many have claimed that nobody's perfect, from their imperfect judgement of the showdown right
In reality, somebody is perfect or else death claims the fake identity, health care worker hindsight
Prejudice when I inject asp venom of a talking radio, prejudice vs. masculinity, immuned A-teams
Menudo soup in cosmic dust left over from Big Bangs of a Bong & the headlights are highbeams.

Twitching and knee jerking my way up to the look on your face when you realize that you're out
Of this place in Space that you've become accustom to bending to your knees and kissing a boot
It's all the many isolated draft dodgers can handle, bums on the corner begging for a snow drift
For a price more or less than everything you have in your possession, counted 1 red stone to lift.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  March 7th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:01 AMPST
{  Jammed to @Nazareth #HairOfTheDog & #HITS @https://youtu.be/x-Bg0jjJhgQ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Noumena & #Phenomena #ChillinWithBatmanVillains

WHAT'S UP DADDIO #GG, @Batman, ALL TOO HUMANELY EXTINCT #POW
Nobody I've ever known needed a superhero to help them fix a drink, you know HOT Margarita
One or the whole shebang, everything is subject to objectification & personification of high Indica
It ain't my fault that the landlubbers are all snowblind and I don't care either, hell no, I gotta go
So if I can understand logic & reason, a rattlesnake guards nothing but the Ends to die for, slow.

Inside the crack of the world you heard about the charismatic blatherings of insane clowns glee
Unity of the sacred and sacrilegious all in your mind, one way in without any one edged swords
Just a short knife with a sharper edge than a razorback at a crossroads to Emerald city of Ruby
Savior or not, it may or may not be true, that the creator of the stars feels bad about my baby.

My thing, my baby is becoming totally aware while alive that my soul's blue & cold as ice pop, flu
Business of pleasure mutated the phenomena of this parade, an infinite chess move, queen's rook
Anywhere but home is where the heart is, home wants to absorb everything you've got inside you
Eat it when you can, drink it when you will, it's all gonna be that way, always been, man to spook.

A tautological argument for the proof that Life on Earth is a special creation, not an accident joke
Not a punishment for past transgressions or a dump heap for fallen angels who want immortality
For reality is a function of the mind, as it's recording and analyzing the stimulating metadata yoke
DNA coded theorems to display the sevens in broad daylight, seems like I'm flying in the blue sea.

Pinched and slapped to stay wide-eyed and bushy tailed, atop of my game, I suggest you resign
No sense in allowing a slaughter of your men and women on the board, 32 square sights to see
Mobile or stationary souls are the forces of the gods, to summon the power is to have blind faith
Alternative to the being being blind is a 20/20 cosmic vision's high wavelength & low frequency.

I'm just a tiny man, in flight like a bat, blinded by light without you, I knew horns would air blow
Everything alive is gonna be dead sooner or later, some food and some of it just fragmented pooh
Lord almighty there is no lord of anything, body or soul, the bacteria and virus break it down low
Simplex complex, conception & demise of bags of bone, come on baby, come with me, get it on!

In a word or two, I got mine & I hope you get yours...what 'It' is will awaken your woke mortality
Heartbeating double time and getting you older than dirt, twice as fast as if you were e'er to see
Meaning of your life and the rest of the things in existence is a mystery rockin' this Supernova X
Where, when, who, what & most importantly, how and WHY?  I'm #WastedTime of Man, FedEx.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, March 6th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{  Jammed this crispy morsel to the beats of @EdgarWinter #WhiteTrash #SaveThePlanet & #HITS on link @ https://youtu.be/zC6w0mOE2Mg }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
"Reality makes Dreams come True; Hard To Tell The Living From The Dead" -  by me
#RIP to one of my brothers from another mother, they'll laugh at me when I'm dead.