@USN S.E.A.L.S. @SRV #SRV #RulesForRadicalsBeaten #ThinkForYourSelfMorons #WaitWhat #RulesForRadicals @SaulAlinsky @HillaryClinton @DanBongino

HERE TODAY RIGHT?  GONE TOMORROW, SCAT RULES c. S.E.A.L.S.
I was conceived of in a hole, not in Jackson but in my mama, nurtured me away from my home
Up the hill, in foothills to the corn & wheat fields of the planet's golden continent of It, above
The creation of this world, this Earth full of Life, animated, rocky dust is the essence of Rome
You and your spirit are full of lead and gold, you will live and die with devils' evil-angel love.

I am runnin' on empty but my tank of chops is full of the scat that packed my school lunchtime
Punishment of the catholic school nurtured my blue and yellow light on my green house effect
Grown from a microscopic seeds left over from the Big Bang of Brazil, rainforests breathe at one
If and only if you're mortally wounded then you'll know and have the wisdom of mortality, son.

In the end, you and I follow the rest who've come and gone before us, orphans and heroes both
Way back when you were innocent, you didn't know you were in reality, guilty as charged Thoth
God that moved the unmoved mover is The One, The Only that sustains the matrix of dreamers
Your mama, your pops and everything else from one atom to the first two ancestors of Birthers.

Set your sails on your row boat as you go downstream to the riverbend's mouth, sharpen spears
Ready and get set for battle, strange men and stranger women want to take what you got, man
Far, far away from your hands & feet so that you forget you used to be all too humane, human
Flight of the extinct birds is over when it's over, life comes and goes, from where to where, OM.

Race of species' DNA and RNA created from the Big Bang of the Cosmos, all too cro-magnon ego
Psycho fighters in One unit of mariners, cracked nuts from their mothers and fathers that mated
Egg to man and woman then corpses of decrepit skin and bone, you got no wings, I'm no angel
No way to get away from the death of your spirit's soul, the ghost in the machine of mohair gel.

Gods and U.S.Navy S.E.A.L.S. KEEP the United States sacred, Freedom is not free, death is a cost
For giving up your freedom & your life for the love of your country of citizens chewin' the moss
In the middle of nowhere, in Space but in your apartment or house, hut or cave, you're the boss
Of Time in Space, birth to last gasp, a guess that you're Saved is wrong, all Man's gods are lost!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, May XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{  Kicked out of my mind this AM, honor to my brothers & sisters in #SpecialForces, while listenin' to @Everlast #SongsOfTheUngratefulLiving link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }
FINIS
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 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#ProveIT