#WomenMadeEggMen #Thoughts? #WeddingFacemaskCHINA #TRIPPINGonAirForceOne

 
MARCHING MADNESS OF MARVELOUS MONKEY-SHINES IN A VOID *

Perennial spent spunk used to push the First Cause closer to the Final Effect of cosmic menudo
Punks and innocent babes from First Cause's conception to the funeral pyre, earth, wind, fire
Ghosts inside of the bones and skin must be given up if you can't pump blood & breathe gas
Nothing personal in the finality but you have an ego and superego ruled by an id, think fast.

Inside or outside of Time and Space is a projected concept from the hilarious comedian, God
Either there is one or more or there isn't anything at all other than us, you, me, end of the day
We're going to be One from the Many we used to be, merged within a holy matrix of the dead
Atomic, molecular or fully a dream within a dream, a vision all inside of your own mind's head.

Infants don't know and the ancient, still lucid ones left above and below the ground, yell loud
Pay attention to the game, you're a player and you have a limited arsenal of power to be proud
Frankly and without any future politically incorrect spin, I am right and you're wrong, see sons?
You are not me therefore you're in a huge group, everybody on Earth, millions maybe billions!

Safe in a hole in the wall with an iron hatch, combination 36-24-36 disinformation rant a spin
Time and Space issued the creation form the Void of Nothing with a Word, nothing from a Bose
Pink to violet in wavelengths and frequencies that created atoms mutated into random Randos
It's all there is, not what you want & not what you need because you don't exist, you're sleepin'.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, March 19th, 2021 A.D.
{ Drafted while jammin' to @SpyVsSpy #BestCartoonHits on youTube link @  *BadNamesBounceOffMeAndStickToYou #MonkeysWithoutBalls #ImRubberYoureGlue z]

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#BucksDontStopHere #KeepMovinPunks

ST. PAT SQUASHED AN ASP IN HOLY NOTRE DAME, ESMERALDA <3's QUASIMODO PIOTR*
I was in the cave in the darkness, as if inside my mother's empty womb, eatin' sugar, hot human
It's alright that I have diseases caused by the gestation of nine months from one cell, atom signs
All invasive of my mother's sacred oneness, where I come from, it's no lie my friend, mice & men
Put yourself in one of the rocket ships humanity launched up above and beyond Earth's cloud 9's.

First breath, a final choice to enter doors of perception, 7th senses of what the Substance I am Is
Kissing lips and the skin covered skull and bones, loved from all haters and extinct users of Forms
Here today and gone tomorrow like a moron or an idiot, with or without you alone, ah the worms
Computers matter to the powerless, take the computer away and shut down the tide of alien fizz.

Here's a shock, electric or just momentum bump of atomic, matter forms of animation, live light
When the light goes out of the thing itself, the thing is dead and gone, there's nowhere else to go
High or low, above or below this spinnin' conglomeration of star dust, beloved mama from a papa
Signs pointing to Truth but it hurts to know It, no more than a somnambolistic conundrum, Ga!

I will leave it all behind me, so will you but it matters like the stones blown out of a volcano flow
Melted, liquid rock and pebbles at a higher level of irresponsibility, we're all human, we are slow
No standards of the humanity and divinity were written on the slabs of slate, water cut the rock
Drunk and baked like the Jimmy Fallonesque comediennes, blown to bits to bytes, do not mock!

Socking it away or socking it to me means that words mean something but well, the beat goes on
To the ends of the game you and I play now and may or may not ever again, depends on the gods
Whomever and whatever the philosophy of life happens to be, in the pig stye of the barnyard fun
Cancelled this culture and all of the ones that came before It, 10 commands of Substance is done.

From pre-Socratic to post-Reagan eras, we inherited the trends of RNA's woke code for extinction
Above and within a shape of skeletons that infect the acid that flows from volcanoes and the jive
Simple to stay in an innocent infant mind. complex to remain wise and impervious to ignorant sin
Paid the price, awakened terminal slumber of waygone minds, unmoved mayhem, a deeper dive.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, March 17th, 2021 Anno Domini #SaintPatrickDay2021 #TheBingeAnniversary50
{ Drafted while PUMPIN' PUMPERNICKLE & jammin' to the #Riverdance for @PapaFrancis in @Ireland link @ https://youtu.be/H7pF67oOgOY }
* The header for this piece is from some lit up caves in
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#NoTimeForChumpsOrChimps #IAmMyGuyInTheSong #God!

PHILOSOPHER'S ROW, ONE TIME IN A JELLY ROLL, THE 'Y'* IS SILENT
I got the lead out of my caboose pops, you always checked my jive and it's all 'bout the 'mate
Check that pops, it's all in the way you play the game, know the rules, play out the game's fate
Hard roads to be above and below this plane of a geometric spherical cuboid, my mother's #Six
I had it and even though I was all gone from the year I knew I could escape the crowded nest fix.

Oldest son, eldest sibling and the One of the neighborhood hotties' apples of their eyes, The Guy
Me?  Yes, very understated, common, humble & cream of the crop, got loaded with cherry seeds
Nobody alive and no proof that anyone dead is even a micron better than a perfect ten, stars lie
Exception to the rules nobody knows, commandments or theorems to replace the lost corollaries.

Punky named after his grandfather, Punk, the big boy on the block until the Man & hoodlumhood
Mercy to the ones who blow away doctors & nurses who used to be the skin in the game's food
Babies die & babies live to be old men & old women who complain about living just to blow me
When all of the smoke clears away, blown by the jobs that dry up with the rivers of melted snow.

One day or another, can't remember, some #Karen or another, don't really matter, Eve's A+ #DNA
A smile and a laughing inner spirit showing what's hidden inside the skin and bones, form of #Ga
Uncommonly perfect, a spherical circle of 360 degrees or a cubed square of 360 interior degrees
Masters and Doctors of philosophers' Words, inclusion of alpha numeric scribble of divinity's seas.

Croon & play the strings, lit fires to twang the feelings inside, chills creep up your spine's mainline
One flame from the fire that went out like a light many astronomical units ago, a star's fate, mine
Momentum from standing still for eternity, being an Unmoved Mover, neither more nor less, son
World's been flown & sailed by US, neutrons we are, pole to pole, spun like an electronic proton.

All profits leftists left behind when suckin' rightists souls, mouths gape wide open, phyuq* fame
To the left or to the right, nobody but you and your wild guess hold the key to the padlock Void
Slipped away into the unknown or into the fadin' spark of darkness, as above, so below, a game
Talkin' to you, pHd woman, the doctorates of philosophy, teachers, dead poets' wisdom to avoid.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March Sixteenth, Twenty Twenty One Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST
{ #LikeAStampToALetter bled out of my gizzard while listenin' to @MaryWells #MyGuy in a loop, thought she meant ME!  LOLs  Hmmmm I report, you decide link @ https://youtu.be/2-0zdLN3u8Q }
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