#Salute to my Great-Uncle-in-Law @RomeoVenturaSr. from @MapleShade #NewJersey #APPROVED

WHAT IT IS, BLOWN GODDESS' APEMEN, HOMO SAPIENS' HOTTY, EVE
Forces you know and the unknown occultism of what happened to Earth before your birthday
They come out of nowhere yet they are still present in the infinite matter and it's cosmic ray
Begin at the end and reverse engineer the atoms back to a primary cell roll, a mitotic shroud
Energy in the galaxy is all there is to analyze the functions of the calculus, all in the M87 cloud.

On the nature of the beast that genetically engineered Time, Space and our galactic swirl
World you both cry about and laugh about when you think about the absurdity of a girl
To have a baby caused by the great cousins of your forefathers and godmothers, a gift
From above our planet, in the middle of the galaxy full of solar systems, star powerlift.

Apes with beautiful teeth to die for, allowing the decrepit corpses to carry on the 100 proof
That we all came here but we've no idea why God's atheists know nothing above or below
Language a tool to find shelter and the warmth of fire when Earth's grim reaper's red glow
The jokes are always on us, on you and on me, punch line in the guts, Pluto's Jupiter goof.

Dogs do what they do as we do, in the end you'll be forgotten by Ones on down narrow ways
Centuries ahead, you're in no historical review, your name is ahistorical even this very D-day
Monday through Sunday, May to April, Mercury to Pluto, empty skies' of Romeo's god-hearse
Cosmic debris of infinite atomic bits of Fate's double helix DNA-void, yet #ItCouldBeWorse!

Reaching out without arms or legs gets you a touch of being Nothing, it feels just like that
You can verify this on your own, do not shoot the messengers because they've been armed
One day after your breathing terminates your body and soul battle with the eternal monkey
Truth will be moot, you will know why nobody could tell you while alive, dead apeman key!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, May XXI, CCXXI A.D.  @ 12:12 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @TheKinks #Apeman in a loop at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/aRHqs8SffDo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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