#RoofOverMyHead #TentUnderHeavenDoom @LynyrdSkynyrd @RobinTrower @MollyHatchet #PrescribedBurnCalifornia @SmokeyRobinson

NOTHING'S MORE THAN BOOGIE WOOGIE, DOOMSDAY AD INFINITUM NIGHTMARE
Boogie to the woogie every day of the planetary revolution spin, in elliptical nonsense chit
Imaginary jobs of East, South, North and West and nothin' was ever gonna stop slo gin fizz
We boogied as long as our feet kept us upright, a bit difficult after Jack Daniels slammed it
I never thought it would come down to the haves and the have nots but boom there it is!

Brewed and aged as all the drink and food get pushed past our pie holes, go bury the hatchet
A being animated by the dead matter and living water of the Blue Marble, home sweet homes
Where I want to live forever but there's no way that's possible, mortality is the only trip we git
Birds can't fly any longer, fish can't swim & men can't be all too human, a regret to be bygones.

Junkies without all of the junk from junkyards' piles of junk in a chunk, planes, trains & my Tesla
Flyin' in the ether around the Earth's homespun dreams of an inhumane jizz dream of grim L.A.
No angels there, even the devils are all lived out backward and forward, this won't end very well
Earth'll quake, Earth will burst it's hydrogen & oxygen into deep space, in a drought, we all fell!

Infants come from Love and Hate, they live and die with blind faith, never knowing why I thrive
To the end of the infinite line where you lip a 'U' and move on to the last square of thirty-two
Game playing about being dependent on the monopoly of monkey's business, all too human
Easy gold from the mine, dripping like honey from the bee's comb, babies to corpses, insane!

Monolingual to protect the innocent in my hometown, everybody spent the boogie woogie too
No more rest for the wicked who left with my mother and father, a long, long time ago in view
Sad but beautiful therefore happy and ugly just because of geometric RNA/DNA recombination
Mask over your nose and lips so you don't look like a camel or a swine, just look all too human.

Wear your clothes to cover your naked ape bone frame, in 208 parts connected by rubber soul
Invisible Monday tomorrow wad just yesterday with the troubles of the so very far, far away
Monkey business going #BatVirus crazy, in a Wuhan lab or an underground basement in Napoli
Apes of the garden of Eden moving from obedience to revolution, slavery of mind's Imogee.

Ironed out the random Randos and pressed the grieving Eves into the fruit of the berry vines
A weird yet common denominator demonstrated the theorem and corollary of gold mines
Simulating the fragments of philosophy into an extension of the infinite time line's snake eyes
Rolled sevens and elevens util the cows came home, as they always will to the Key Lime pies.
 

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, May 17th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 2:22 PMPST
{  Drafted from The Void listenin' to the #PowerOfPi link @ https://youtu.be/0wkkscG08So }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ImTellinYoMama #CaughtInAWitchsSpell #GertrudeLikesItHotAWholeLot #MagicOccultPotionCauldron #WOKE #woker #WOKEST

CHEAP SHOTS IN DARK WEB MATRICES OF COMEDY

Clearview, colorless, invisible DEAD above or below living homo sapiens, burned out iron grids
Doesn't matter one twit, not a tweet about that out of you & yours, just give me all of the kids
I get the alimony for the child support from the idiots who pay taxes to city & county jerk coughs
Who in the world isn't under pressure to avoid death?  Nobody, patients, doctors & all jack offs.

Do not shoot the messenger with analytical critiques of grammatical errors & apolitical favors
Bark up another tree for your wisdom and knowledge, I've got none, I have nothing, zip, nada
Conditions of the matrix are such that you can find what you are lookin' for beyond 31 flavors
Ice creamed and churned the butter for the minions to slap on the flapjacks & maple syrup bra.

Deeper than the Mariana Trench, in darkness of the wet H2O angels fear to go there too, man
Send an unmanned machine, take pictures, record the life for posterity, fools on seven seas too
Should there be any doubt about the folly of mankind, you'll probably find it in Davy Jones' lair
It's not for me to say, don't shoot the messenger, y'all better heed the tweet & PM #OverThere.

#ShieldsHigh for the sake of avoiding the pain and suffering comin' down the pike for the happy
Sadness always wins in the end, the loss of friends, the loss of life and health and golden wealth
I needed it, you needed it to pay the piper, the mortgage, rent and my whole shebang you know
My debits & credits all go to the #Golden1 for better or worse, it's money in the bank of death.

It's nothing personal, my good friends and new acquaintances have acquiesced to the call of Wild
Now, it's our turn to move the unmoved mover around to the front of the line, occult third eye
All of them wide open to see the reason for existence in general & your being in particular, eh
Among us, above the ground as below it, in urns, caskets, tombs, pyramids, a live poet Child!

Put that laser weapon down you cats can't win, just join the Eliminator and become the avatar
You know you want to before it all comes down to someone telling you to get out of this bar
Regardless of your amorous affection for the days of Earth's rotation and revolution, it's caput
That is all there is folks, no big God head or dead man risen to save your infinite finiteness chit.

Using your brain and mind for this subjection to the predication, you can see the clear light too
Everything's gonna be alright, nothing to see here, no worries, don't stop, stone up on Top Shelf
Old men & old women from all seven continents will agree with One thing, Be gone in 100 years
Humans are mortals, the soul is nothin' but animated bones, dead bone, loser soul's fear itself.

Grim reaper is the force, the poke & it's the pretty face of mortality, you will die & the Jack's It
Shuffled cards dealt a royal flush, beat the dirty dealer who had the #nuts to cheat Scratch, chit
Feel and think what y'all please, do whatever turns you on, don't be a creep, left, right and good
If y'all wanted blood, you got 5 quarts of what it takes, rough & mean, one way shangrila, Dude!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, May XVI, MMXXI Anno Domini
{  Drafted while plugged into #POWERUP2020 @ACDC #OneNightStandUnlikely link @ https://youtu.be/STykHSdx4_U }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
#ProveIT

#LeavesDropBudsSmoke #HighDefinition #WhoIsOnFirst @AbbotAndCostello

ALL THESE ARE THE FEMALE BARKING ONES, HOWLING AT THE FOOL'S OUT DOOR
Superstition & superstitious are one's blind faith in the unknown, in Fear itself, One moon of 7UP fools
Wired for ordering the categories in limits of imperatives that cannot be false, a priori power, my ghouls
All the above and none of the below move anything other than this Earth, one planet's burnt life, dead
Occult wisdom isn't written in your bibles & treatise of the mass extinction, dirty baby bath watershed.

Miracles in attitudes of the prophets who know nothing and are starving for edible dead forms of life
In the end, you'll see the guns and knives, the bombs and the melting consciousness into the DNA glue
Bygones been bygones since the first day of light exploded the super nova and here we are, now so blue
As if dropped from the empty sky of dreaming millituplets, double jeopardy for a three musketeer wife.

For the last gasp of gas, you'll pay in advance from the birth to the death of one's who are the same
As if there was a mystery about the facts of life, come on man, a matter of Time's Space, a fire's flame
It's lit by love and in the end it's extinguished by the weight of the Void, the mass of anti-matter in utero
Of the mice & men who procreate the species that struggle to survive among predators' coca-cola blow.

Panic ensues for a little while & in the next moment, iron curtains merge together in fake synchronicity
Keeping the living safe from a dying Id,  if the law of the land is obeyed and dying with fools of pity
Summits and peaks to the valleys and the core of the whole shebang, the idea behind the all too humane
Rings around fingers to remind the poor angels with amnesia, they're all married to a hella great Dane.

On the other hand, it's just the political theology of the players who never pass GO to collect a 200 buck
Buy every piece of property, utility & railroads then eliminates competition for a l'il price spanking
Doing unto others as you would NOT like them to do unto you, that's crazy and counterproductive luck A middle way up the center line from where I am to where I'm going, it's a motherlode on a tether link.

Bad players come from everyplace on Earth, neglected baby miscreants grown to adjust bitcoin Time
Past to present to future and on ad infinitum, an abstraction extrapolated from the self-exam, I me mine
Of course you know, this means war when you try to hit me or mine, my meme or my avatar of the cake
It's what I had when I ate it, 151 rum cream filling, a family guy, no children or pets, my news #Fake.

Appalling events & players moving the bar higher than a 8 foot high jump, no man defies gravity long
Maybe for some people the Truth is relative and to others it might be absolute, it may be a line in a song
Worried minds make for worried men & women who smoke the planted seeds of pocololo dust, #420's
Sung the lines and slung the hash until the cows came home, I got mine, the bulls the cows & hippies.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday May 15th, 2021 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @TheologicoPoliticus by @BenedictDeSpinoza  https://youtu.be/c0qH0ztl630 & then a reprieve listenin' to #InSearchOfTheMiraculous by @PDOuspensky link @ https://youtu.be/vcBRjiRTA_4?list=PLKM35g3I0JIO5_EwAX-9Ag-dEn-hCJ755 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoIsOnThird?