#AintBeingCute #WaitNeverMInd #PickMeNot

SPARTANS ABOVE AS BELOW ME, TROJAN BLOWN, HANDICAP GOLFIN' IN SAND TRAPS
Ends of the ways of your life line are #TheEnd effect of being in touch with a holy, inner soul
Means begin in the end, Nothing to do with COLORS of the bag full of 208 bones, One is One
Nobody but YOU is gonna die when it's time for YOU to die, ethical morality?  You want fun?
it's tough scat to dream of being dead & gone so keep the dream alive in a mortal god's foal.

Care packages have come & saved my sanity in the hind end of this world, for my country
Volunteered for a skirmish & got sent TWICE thousands of miles when I was only 23, see?
Lines were parralel and they were parallel but they were never perpendicular right angles
Debris is edible if it's recycled, remixed like a new hit record sound, top 40 or a hot oldie.

Fortune & gratitude given the premises & propositions, is an illusion of girls & their sons
All inside of my father's sperm heads, I flowed to my mother's dozen of eggs' dead fates
Wisdom & knowledge are intersecting the Truth and the Big LIe kept alive by the minions
Monkeys shining and glowing with or without me or my opine on subjects & predicates.

Naturally it's the action verbs in language that describe the strategy of inanimate objectives
From above this planet's aura-like atmosphere outside of my own personal skull, it's a Void
Point of view by men & women who've come & done gone in a grave's gravity of gold dust
That's that this may be a dream within a dream, as it should be, it is above & below the US.

Words mean nothing more than the misunderstood context of the blowhard sounds, humans
Although a million years ago and a million years from now, obesity will never holy mortal sins
A president, king or queen have naught on me other than LSD power to incarcerate 208 bones
Neverneverland #HoleInOne, in my Rubber Soul on IceT's Mind, MERCY blowup my phones.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, May 21st, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Drafted to @BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged & HITS under #IronDome #MotherOfAllBombs link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo @WARtheBand https://youtu.be/VIIbT89V7EI & @VanMorrison @ https://youtu.be/PghOffQ-BrI }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#CantStandItNoMore #STANDanyways #HarlemShufflin' #Chicago & #NYC

<3

FORSTERITE'S AIRTIGHT LIGHT FROM THE CENTER MICRODOT
Tails full of feathers movin' back and forth as if I'm not lookin' for #TheLook flash on a cellphone
Heaven is the form of the human female in whichever way it comes down from the skull & bone
Mothers of us all moved & we came out alright, a little underbaked, we took care of the scuffles
Sliding on dance floors & walkin' on the thin, blue lines drawn on the Harlem and Watt shuffles.

Hit and run away from your mother and father, so far away you can't visit except on blue moons
Which come few and far between the pretty & the ugly which may be both the good & the bad
On this timeline in outerspace, 93 million miles away from a star other than myself, jesting lad
Streets walked, roads run and still the distance I'll go, short of infinity, less than zero, f'n goons.

Ponies got rode and bet on even though they jockeys are in charge, glue chewin' on the bit byte
Monkeys in the saddle, whippin' the arse to move faster than light only to move the good fight
From womb to tomb, I wrote the words on the walls but forgot to show the keyhole's secrets
Nothing behind the door, no light and nothing in a form of close knit cells of DNA, do not fret!

Meaning if you're not the food of a predator, that's all you can hope for, protect & defend chit
Your body's bones and the soul of your inherited genome is all you have, there's no life post It
Small monkeys and smaller virus packed DNA cause the FLU to cover me and you, a boy in a box
Either I'm right or I'm wrong but in any case, I've made the 1st move, now it's yours you GD fox!

Walk, crawl, fly, jump, dig this and you will know it all like Bullwinkle's rock leakin' wisdom dope
Hot or cold, rockin' and rollin' along the infinite lines of the Unmoved Mover, One fillopian rope
Balls hit, balls caught, rolled, flew out, bounced, pitched, fired, curved, dropped every way loose
Games made, bets played, won or lost, in the end the losers pile up at the exit, drunk on booze.

Tripped to the Earth's empty centerfold, mother Earth naked and in perfect 208 bone form, alas
I am all there is left, no worries about being beaten and killed by the boogiemen in the swamps
Monkeys and the babies that drop from their wombs are what God made as specialty cow's cud
What goes in must come out, if it goes up it must come down, etc, etc, so eat body, drink blood.

Just a kiss left over and it's all finished, all done but the ritual of crying and sorrow for the loss
When in reality, it's a reminder that we're all gonna go when it's our time, that's the pity, boss
I knew at birth that this was a gift, a free ticket to ride, I didn't pay my karma in advance, I owe
Paying the piper for the stuff, the material world, the spirit world, that's what I live for, a Blow!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, May 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:05 AMPST
{ Drafted because I COULD NOT STAND IT NO MORE, listenin' to #TheHarlemShuffle in a LOOP  by the @RollingStones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nAkMTu6q2pY }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#InvokeTheFifth #DrinkAFifth #FifthAvenueSmack #GreatLakeSonOfCisco #ThisMeansWAR

ONE LONG GREAT LAKE RUN FROM #LSD TO HARLEM AV
Keepin' the beat to the rhythm and rhymes of the boogie woogie ain't easy when dead
So, pump up the serial success since you & I are the rising atoms of the superstar, Zeus
All you know and will ever find out about is here and now, present in the loins of a son
Of the infants and the defective human beings who procreate the essence of extinction.

It's as good as it gets when it's over, you get no second chances, it's all one & then done
Nothing you can say about it, it's the nature of this beast you occupy, air, land & the sea
Underground or in the outer space between the planets, moons and other burning gas
Consolidated into the gravitational collapse in utero, it's all finished except for the past.

Future will never be the Present if you expire the dream before it's time, no worries too
It won't make a difference to Mr. Sandman who won't bring you any dreams any longer
You will wake up even if you don't like it and want to use magic to cancel culture, I fear
Bag of tricks that are just a slight of hand and a diversion from the obvious, love is blue.

Around the soft outback and even right through the front iron gate, it's smokin' hot scat
Fished the lake until the swimming in a sewer of millions of wasted, a digested dirty rat
Time out and never wake up after that last night of layin' down on the pillow of feathers, gadfly
Up to the hilt where it can't go any further except piercing to the other side, twilight zone, I die.

Walked through and around the parks full of caskets buried four feet down below smoked grass
Headstones above and below the ground, across the avenue from the workin' stiffs still alive
Paid the piper cost after all it was 'pied' and there's no more cherry pie, do what you gotta do
Fruit of the vine will be the liquid spirit to make you laugh, cry, misunderstand and fight too.

After the post education, there's a tour of duty with a duration from a week to thirty years
In between your soul and the door of perception's broken window, there's a key to the Way
Way being the ultimate goal of every single living human of any continent's group of tweegers
Never give up, ignorance hurts those who would snuff fire out with their fingers, flame-on day.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, May 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1555 hours
{ Drafted in a heartbeat listenin' to myself, deep down into the bowels of the genome!  Ouch! }
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W.W.A.R.D.?