#RASCALS #GraphicCartoonSpice #Kitchenmon #Ridiculous parts I, II, III & of course IV #WUZAAAAP

PLEASED TOO MUCH, PATRIOTS & ZIPPED LIP ONES

It's a pop quiz for the minions to figure out ways to cheat for the correct answers y'all do need
To survive amongst the fittest descendants of the ancestors who fled death, a final blow leading
Pretending to be the sons and daughters of a creator of the universe, a guy down under nothing
In a heavenly, pure mind, Matter, Time in Space & Life itself, created nor destroyed, all out bleed.

Freed minds that used to be within the 208 bones' of calcified scum, suddenly out of hindsight
For lives and deaths of the viral bacteria permeating the here & now are essence of ergonomics
All this movement of chemical reactions causes substance, a plethora of binarieable economics
How long can this go on, how many times do I have to beg, please allow the Truth to be the Light.

Ruined in the catacombs and the coliseum as it was sacked by the Huns of Attila, still life is legit
Meaning that the things that live are the most prominent forces which will render life's extinction
Should I love you or anyone else for that matter, I know the reason I should, because I'm the One
It makes a small difference TODAY and EVERY SINGLE DAY, one revolution per day, wobblin' son.

God's philosophy & the metaphysics of the all too human hominid & it's ilk, progeny of an atom
In a White Dwarf or a Red Giant fishin' in the empty sea of the Void, no mass, no energy, Nothing
Causes & effects came & went, left us here with a vague recollection of an inevitable doom thing
Sinking or swimming in the salty sea waiting for the unknown that isn't even there in a kingdom.

Ducks are quackin' and the songs are bein' warbled in an unrepeatable strain, DNA of flying free
As the stars can't be seen by the birds of prey nor the birds who are the prey, the all too humane
Can't see the forest itself through the trees, the density of a vision prohibits individuality, insane
Punks of mortality run no shows next century, stillborn today  or will be 79 years old in 3000 AD.

Boredom is AKA ennui, I drove on I-80 East from the Bay to West Sacramento, blew by a BB blow
Someone can shoot shots of 2 fingerTequilla to hack into the mainframe of a worldly prank, sons
No female of any species currently here & now, born & raised on any cornfield guard, a scarecrow
Arguments fully assumed to be verified premises leading to valid/invalid, deductive pseudo signs.

Nobody knows diddly squat about anything except what they've been told, believe it, same page
Not of this Earth's wisdom, this metaphysical disappearance of the thing itself, leaving forms' sun
Appearances of the forms of matter is only one function we own, the blind are blinded by the fun
Examination & prognosis leading to an inevitable diagnosis, what you see's what you git, old age.

Monkeys are seeing what we're going to do since we keep them on islands and in zoos, it's a war
Species domination of the space they've inhabited and proliferated their genome, near & very far
Dreaming you'd think would always have the time to do anything possible while living on Earth
Patriots playing the games with the following minions, testing obedience and guilt in afterbirth.

Spirits beat nobody to any punch since in reality, a spirit is not a thing, it's closer to cosmic dust
Moving only in a virtual world which has no atomic content, it's not only invisible, it's a big test
To allow the supra intelligencia a measurement gauge to become the okie #Woke of mice & men
Crawling out of the aggressive scents, females finally stopped the stench of males' devils & dust.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Mardi, June 8th, 2021 A.D. @ 10:10 AMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to the mighty @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow on @650KSTE link #MIA & listenin' to @AnnoyingOrange #ToughEnough link @ https://youtu.be/wOqHL4xlyhA & A #Kitchen-mon Supercut link @ https://youtu.be/DSXy_GUxvkQ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FleetwoodMac #CyclicDefacation #MoneyIsEverything #GoldIsTheGoal #ThisWorldsAGhetto? #ComeOnMan @SundayFleetwoodEnding #LiveInBoston1970 & @SensaiBruceLee #AHO

OUTLAWS WILL PINATA YA DOWN @ THE BORDER

There were those days and nights that moved quickly across your mind's third eye's blame game

In the end, final gasp is all you get baby, there's no Time after Time stops, well ain't that a shame

Well of course that's your victory over an unwinnable battle 'tween elements & some alien DNA

Before we become as old as a decade, the program is downloaded into our metal/flesh for a day.

Then all Hades breaks loose, once the reproduction function rises to the fore, snots of yo' mama

Your pops may have been either alive & always workin' at a gig for bucks or an ol' dead beat papa

Dreams of the #Woke are significant because most of them were bastard babies of unwed kinfolk

It ain't their fault of their birth but once they arrive, must abide by law or go to the GAOL to soak.

You don't know like I know the thing itself, you know the thing, other than nothing it's everything

Lights on inside of the darkness on the edges of your ancestral badlands, flat, treeless in Sing Sing

Or another fine establishment of iron & cement, hiding aberrant human DNA/RNA star's disasters

Divine creation, imperfectly concocted out of atomic fusion and fission, a dream within daymares.

It could be worse, Uncle Romeo used to say once Juliette ran off with the teacher's grand Mama

There may have been a dozen children introduced into the gene pool of 32 chromosomes from Ra

Or else there's just the fortune of accident, All of the things in all the right places at the right time

Of Earth both above and below it, we've probed and found Nothing to be the boss of slime mime.

Hand signals and body language with your mouth shut, on terms with the unknown, dead & gone

On a light ray zooming in & out of the way of speeding metal and flesh, until the dead end's done

Better days & nights were conceived and will by divine law be deceived just to swap asteroid spit

You, I and the rest of the #pool will speak no more in the four cornered room of a grave's hotpit.

It's against the law to be out of synchronicity, if you want to do it, just do it, y'all know God died

If you do not do unto others like you'd want them to treat you then you will be hanged or fried

Truth being that we've become the ones we thought we'd never be, the last ones on the planet

When we're gone, it's over when it's over, testosterone & progesterone atrophied, paid the debt.

From way above and below this world of ghettos and castles, nothing can be seen without eyes

We have them and still can't see the point of no return, it's a mystery, an unknown value of Pi

Yet on the other hand, there wasn't even the first hand information, it's an educated prediction

Where YOU were before you became conscious is the main pursuit lost and found, ad infinitum.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 6-6-2021 @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Drafted with a buzz or screech in my mind, in my brain's drowning & listenin' to @WARtheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto (1972) link @ https://youtu.be/VmheOZtLn3U & @FleetwoodMacLIVEinBoston (1970) link @ https://youtu.be/JHKGsUegUMk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SacToMontereyExpress #SlowBoatToPacGrove #LifesTooShort @HallOatsBirch

 

CHAKRA-CHARADES GAME TIME'S COME, SPACE IS NIGH
So you and I are on the same page, above & below your self, hot behind or ahead mode
In the facts of life you're a perfect mark for someone who loves to be a @Patsy, a toad
Doin' everything possible to please but not, stubbing your toe to freeze heaven's EZ riff
Of mice and men who crawl, burrow and in the end perish of Time in Space, One's gift!

Monks are silent, priests become pacified and violent depending on the pain in a big toe
A smack, a tortured bleeder of the maximum and minimum of the gods, divinity's autotroph
Bums and junk injectors due to the nature of the zoo beasts out and about, amongst us all
We are them in a NYC minute, you ain't dirty you just have no home, no shower for the Ball.

Monks and monkeys all one and the same, praying for rice and water to survive the holocaust
Of being alive on Earth during the wobbling revolution & orbit around some star up in flames
Magazines and books hold the Word, a multiplicity of split infinitives from the mind of a Boss
In charge of you, yours and mine but not me, I resist ocean absorption, let them eat sea moss.

Inside of you, outside of you, you are not there!  Lost in Space or out of the cosmic mind soup
DNA hodge-podge of intent or accident, unidentified walking subject, an UWS foil for the UFO
Minced meat is the dead animal flesh with seasons from the smell-good spice concoction loop
It's down feathers and grounded up pelican beaks for the magic man, air's Force I can't stop.

Inside of the fire pit, the descending into the deep hole causes the unconscious to flowertop
Mothers and absentee fathers who were broken by the AFDC clamp in my duodenum's flop
Nothing more and nothing even less than zero remains to be seen, no herd of schooling fish
To net or hook on the triple trouble points of a triad, good, bad and ugly, apes baited a wish.

Whether you have lived a good or a bad life from your first to your last gasp, you'll benefit
Most souls can NEVER be born on Earth, you and I found fortune in the accidental bull spitt
Gold from the leftover lead from burned out Chevrolets and Fords, here & now my badness
Behavior from labor pain, constant reminder of One banged big toe in a T-bone of sadness.

by
r j j  stephan, i  *oHBoyiTSoNmAN
c.  Samedhi, June 5th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:05 AMPST #ButWhy?
{ NEVER to be more than One, drafted listenin' to 8' & 8" of 7 CHAKRAS HEALING, AURA REBOOT BALANCE ALIGNMENT on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4dNTyI14f2E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?