#CrunchTheNumbers #ZeroResultingVoid #NeedlesNailsKnots #Aerosmith to #Grandma to #TheEagles #ShesGone #ScatInYourPantsFlightInAFighter #PullinSomeG'z

#NoSINGULARITY

DIRTY NEEDLES NOR SPOONS, ONE WICKED WAY GOD
Yet, here I am and here you are and we're in for the long haul in our Freightliner conventional
Among the bandits left over from the days of raping and pillaging our Mother's & Father's Id
Which is all we've inherited that survived the fear & loathing in purple pain and suffering kids
Orphans or adopted due to faith, hope or just simple charity and care for brothers of this ball.

Of Earth and this moon not far from us are the only THINGS we have, what is this though?  Um
If you don't move it, meaning all of It, you're gonna lose it and that's one of the facts of Lif­­­­­e son
Mints don't help your bad breath when you're ugly outside, even if you're a beauty of an ice soul
Among the many continents on this planet, some above and some below the sea level, it's a God.

Earth is all there is Man!  WTF does it take to bring the ones who live long enough around to It
Underground is more than an alternative, it's the destination man, what in the HF are ya thinkin'
Melody and lyrics to the theme songs of the game, love or lust or just the general fear of occult
Unknown to the minions who keep the 10 commands & golden rules that apply to pepper & salt.

Monkeys is about all you can determine, nice enough chaps & chicks to die for, not one in a bar
To help you to the immortality that's coveted by the ones who only rot in a box or sit in the car
Needing some gas in my tank because when high test is gone, there's no way to run, engine died
Becoming just one of the many with Nothing to lose, all in vain, to be God is to be alive, crucified.

I threw out the new stuff with the old stuff and now I've got no stuff to carry in my backpack, so
Good pair of walkin' shoes to get from points A to points B which I frequently visit, a bit of a blow
Behind or ahead of me is eventually gonna be the last of me, like Tbones of ancestors y'all forgot
Gonna walk back on the princes, kings & queens, no foundation other than a Bad Space, hotspot.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, June 22, 2021 A.D. @ 8:40 AMPST
{ Drafted as @Prince played @Montreux2013 #SHOW3 (HD) @ https://youtu.be/PpiZ1lvejgQ }
F I N I S
w.w.a.r.d.?  #notWoke

#TortureToWaitForLifeInLimbo #GitGit #OnYoKneesAndPrey #JetsonsDirtyLaundry #Everlast #Everclear #EverythingsGonnaBeAlright #KickinEmWhenTheyreDown @BobMarleyLaughs @CHICAGOtheBAND

 

<3 <3 <3  #KickEmAllAround #IsTheHeadDeadYet  <3 <3 <3
TURN OFF YO' MA's SQUEALS ON WHEELS, COOL YOUR JETS' SONS *

Punched in the face with a left hook and a right cross, I had nothin' left but I killed the dude
Now and then this chit happens and you move on man, there's nothin' you can do to set sail
Upon the Pacific or the Atlantic seas of delight, karma's major complaint is you hide too well
For the sake of Oneness, an historical record indicates that the coyote always lives to be rude.

Chumps lining up at the door to get a gander at the Jazz goin' on outside of the dark room hole
Inside of the moms, we come forth without being thoroughly baked, we can't rise to the maypole
Goin' to play ring around the rosies with my pocket full of posies, pussy cat, we all fall down bad
Last one down is a big, fat clown & nobody in their leftist mind wants to be clown, happy or sad.

I will take care of her pops, she will move and I will compliment that grace with steady giddy-up
There's no need to worry about this, worry about the nature of good and evil & let me know why
I was the man in your little girls' lives, she found the one guy just like her pop, let her go be freed
From the shackles of mankind's historical record, writing written on cave walls & tree limb pulp.

Stay with me for one moment or two, everybody has a father, damned good & others spasms
Tequila & Barry White tunes, a super supper with my lover of my brief trip on light phantasms
Being a punk wasn't easy but I worked out the assignment, cub scout, boy scout, Air Force kid
Walkers on feet and claws, hooves and the slithering ones who go over and under it all to skid.

Monkeys is what I've seen in the zoo and on the tube electric, no clothes on but we know it blows
Gods in their own right until they can't find a friend or a place to eat or sleep in peace, fair game
On being leftover Food, it's not the case but take it from me, y'all don't wanna know Truth's bears
It's all about exchangin' Benjamins now, nothing is empty & if it was full, can't buy immortal toes.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, June 21st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST  * TurnTheFaucetOnItsDrippin
{ Common Grounds of Coffee & Heavy Metal of #WeedMap to euphoria, drafted while listenin' to the #JimDandyMangrum jam #JimDandyToTheRescue link @ https://youtu.be/LyEgrWw0Xog }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#VanillaFudge & @FelixTheCat Montage for the #OneAndOnly #ScientificPhilosophyOfHarmony #BosonicMazeratti @CLAPTON #SlowHand

HARMONY ON A NEUTRON STAR, A BOSON QUANTUM FIELD THEORY & A MAZERATTI @ 1.5 KELVIN *

Peer pressures from the above and below group, the ones God left behind on Earth to fluctuate

Between 208 dead bones & hidden magic carpet rides in Time's machine, Buddha built It better

With or without holy minions who dig this, crawling, slithering, hopping hopelessly, circular Fate

Desire and Need have Nothing on Everything in this cosmic conglomerate of hard rock & water.

Mi amigo Dave called me Bud, but I didn't realize the Why that #NikName fit, but moments ago

Golden light dawned upon my ignorance and futile attempts at going nowhere to the black light

In the out door just because it was the only door to use in the room, one exit for cats. In & Out

I see, you see, I'm legally blinded by the first clear light I saw on my retina in 70 yrs of no doubt.

Charity built on the foundation of Hope & Blind Faith's procreator of Matter, drop-dead for free

Don't blame messengers for your nut case philosophical, theoretical arguments to be not to be

Better to keep her than to live in fear and the inevitable loathing of the things in Golden Dawns

Cat's outta the bag, King Coal was a diamond in the rough, unmoved mover of 3D chess pawns.

Grim reaper takin' the wind out of the ghost's machine, stopping the breath, breathe it in or not

Always no question about this fact of life, father now in heaven once told me so, your an I-robot

Ego of the Id in control for a moment in Time, infinite series of causes and effects to bitter Ends

Blown out, imploded within, air sucked & blown in & out of bellows, underwater, got the Bends.

Nobody like your mother or father, creator of one's animated genome's historical hysteria gripe

Adam and Eve or whomever came before the chicken and the egg, left us Nothing but Air's tripe

Logic and reason for the deductive arguments to justify the inductive, fallacious conclusions of I

Me and all of my close friends, who by the way have all been deceased in human form by now.

Cease to be me sensing Things, here, now, they'll be gone when you find 'One', it's one & done

What you saw even if you were stone blue blind was a climax, your mother & father were afoot

Because they had to be there for you to get here and although there's no good reason, it's Truth

Damned atom of H1 & a gluon in Time-Space's photonish, theoretical black hole's prodigal Son!

by

r j j  stephan, i  *YoYoMaMa

c.  Dimanche, June 20th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:00 Ante-Meridien Pacific Standard Earth Time

{ Drafted while watchin' #TheBiggestFelixTheCatCompilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_AkgzVe91Kc & #TheNatureOfNothing link @ https://youtu.be/X5rAGfjPSWE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PS.  #SpiritManifested #EnergyImplosion E=mC2 #AbstractHolyHolesOfEmptyBlackness #AbsoluteZero #AbsolutelyNothingAtAll #LogicReasonRealityEmptyVoid