#GiantRatOfSumatra #FiresignTheater #ThatsTheWayLoveIsBaby #BitchWillTakeTheAppleAgain - #ForkedTongueOfScratch #Lookaway @MarvinGaye @ChicagoTheBand @StarTrekVIIIFirstContact

BOREDOM'S BEDROOM AWAITS A BUM'S TALES, A BLOODY SAILOR'S MYSTERY
You have the look and when you're not blinded by the light, disappearances are It, everything
Not the only thing because there's something else that really isn't anything at all, it's nothing
Apes backward and forward in the march of atomic shatter from the Big Bang or the wild blue
In through the out door and having the double-double animal style, a shake, fries & more too.

Stacked from zero to infinity & back to the origin where even Popeye doesn't ever get to roam
Noted and now for the rest of the story that's a fictional account of thought causing this tome
Book of words regarding Ends of the other things themselves, subjected to a predication scoot
Exterminated nature of the beast and the unknown, ticket to paradise's last breath, then caput.

Appearances may be exactly what they look like, that matter in that form, a scent & good taste
One way or another the birds & the bees get the job done & so does the human nuclear waste
This Earth will be the origin of the recognition of a Black Hole's Big Bang, Singularity of Adam
Not only blessed with good fortune but also the only reason I'm the dreamer's sun, so Sam I am.

Throwing up the suppers and dinners to throw down with the enemies of the state of being us
Every baby born to every woman & man alive or not, all are a product of Earth's extinction bus
An evolutionary adaption to being atomic fission and fusion in retrograde to a black hole of soul
On the abstract line from a moment, this present to the infinite end of Time & Space, drum roll.

Staring out at the waterline, everything is clear, everything alive is covered up except sails high
Up & down the coast, in & out of islands, traveling on soft water 'cause the ground's too hard
Trippin' to the movement of tides and the glide of the wind blowin' north by southwest, to sea
For the last time, land is seen for the last time you blink & see angels, gods, dead loves, all Free.

Humane solution to fear of being dead while you're still alive, fretting test diagnoses gone down
Nothing really matters just like it never has before or after our conceptions, be happy, I'll frown
You find this completely incredible and impossible while I entertain the notion as Truth, a solid
A gas and a liquid are the only other things themselves other than anti-matter of the rock druid.

As above skies of blue, blackness is everywhere else surrounding us all, it's here or doom soon
We sent probes to prove the uncertainty principle's truth, that Nothing is Everything in a room
That has limits called the unknown and infinities called the gods, players of cosmic chess moves
Dreams to come and go like drifting sailboats in the Devil's Triangle, what boat sinks in coves?

Manikins & their ventriloquists who dress & undress their smooth plastic limbs, signal mama
She comes alone to prove that existence is futile, a repetition of things ad infinitum, it's karma
Reason for Doom & Gloom is the breaking of the First Cause's Law, war with Evil ape-monkeys
Good humans live & die but why, Life's to die for, says so in blacker, magical fortune cookies.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, June 25th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted watchin' & listenin' to #StarTrekVIII:First Contact link @ https://youtu.be/5Eg1jBJ10VI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#RattlesnakeBarRoad & my two steppin' barefootin' out of the decade! @Santana @LosLonelyBoys #ForkedTongue #LiarLiarPantsWereOnFireAfterall @ELVIS @BigSmo @Steppenwulf @EricChurch

MIRACLE MILES & THE INNOCENT ON THE DARK SIDE OF CAPITOL & E STREET

Pigs were always in the blanket but it was really cows inside of the cabbage, smothered sauce

Somebody called it one but it shoulda been pork sausage inside a pancake, all too human race

Said once or twice just because it needed to be said by somebody when nobody else would, man

Steppin' up to the plate with a chip on one's shoulder, a loser will be a winner, the heat of a fan.

Who can lose if you can't get scared of the things you ought to fear, trouble to be a bad breath

Because if you're not then you're the bait with a known fate, food for one hungrier divine death

For your and every living thing's soul, things animated must die to give the strength to be strong

Can do attitude inherited from the ancient ones who knew we'd come for the Word's rock song.

Nobody will bind you to your presence, they want you to give it up to someone else more eager

To be or not to be this star in a galaxy of unknown pains in the remote black hole of Mick Jaeger

On rural route three where the blacktop ends, down that Rattlesnake Bar road off Hwy 49 SR

I learned who owned the heat of the snake bit bunch of cowboys and their girls, none went far.

Up the road a piece where I wrecked that VW to pieces, just where Salmon Falls Road ended me

Inside of that pond across the street from the shack of piecework carpentry of high achievers all

Just an unusual casual observer as I believed I was comin' in for a landing, driven by being a ball

Where she comes and goes, she came and went, she's coming once again and just to blow me.

But the wind that I am cannot be blown, by humanity's two lips or forked tongues, End's coming

From out of nowhere just like it did for our ancestors who traveled well before us, in awakening

Driven hotrod so fast that the rubber tires lit up on fire, ready to cause the supernova, Adam sin

Eternity rushed back down the counterclockwise spiraling way of the wobbling Earth revolution.

Passed Time as we all do to assuage insanity & common sense & me, I'm doin' a Harlem shuffle

Nothing ahead & nothing behind, only the present, the presence of knowing who's in the scuffle

Heat burned it all out and the ice cold, atomic quarks made the diamond a rock of unmoved ion

Wanted dead or alive for what's needed to survive & strive to be happy, amid-existential chaos.

Pork rinds and deep fried mushrooms, maybe some chitins, hog jowls & black eyed peas too

It's thanksgiving even if it's port butt, I realized it was a pig's arse with cabbage or a pasta fazoo

Awakened out of the corpse's dilecti just to see the God who created it all, left it up to the boss

We got what we gave, stole the apple, we get wisdom from gramma's hands or an unholy cross.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  June XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listen' to a song about one of my favorite OLD ladies, she watched me for years while my mother had 5 more babies, @BillWithers #GrandmasHands link @ https://youtu.be/qv5pagal-ls & @Everlast #WhatItsLIke link @ https://youtu.be/qA1nGPM9yHA & #GrandmasHand link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU & in the end, @EricChurch #TheSnake link @ https://youtu.be/4VeRO2eE1iU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

SUMMERTIME'S HERE & NOW & AWAY WE GO! #ThisMeansWAR - @BugsBunny #MungoJerry @JoeSatriani #Honeymooners #Honeydrippers

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CLARITY OF A RECOMBINANT DNA BLEND OF COSMOLOGICAL BEEF, HEAVY CARGO
For once in the name of the gods we don't know because they didn't create our ancestors or even us
This is after all is said and done, a transitory experience for either an immortal or a cashmere mortal
Benign numbers of ants drown without a thought, people drown and they scream, I don't wanna die
But they all do, one or more at a time and there's no spirit world following blast off into the blue sky.

Performing the acts on the center stage of the television-radio simulcast, all stars implode & disappear
Except the One last drop of Jupiter or Pluto or anything from alpha centaury, a jello philosophy of fear
Loathing for the result that's unacceptable to the thinking or non-thinking things themselves, da boobs
Killed crawlers who rule vermin in squalor around human refuse dumps, trap rat-a-tattoo Rubic cubes.

Certainly you find uncertainty everywhere you go, everywhere you look you can see the load to carry
On your back until your last crawl uphill or fall downhill, it allows you to look up & see a holy ceiling
An infinite amount of holes that no mathematician can calculate, no physicist can theorize One's form
It's an empty set of blank atoms without electrons, neutrons or protons, just bosons & an Earth worm.

On the hook and thrown into the drink to be bitten and yanked off of the barbed #6 hook, no bubble
Matter and energy form this thing itself, a noumena of the phenomena that thrives until a Supernova
Like it or not, being and nothingness are the only ways you can fly from a hive to the source of honey
It's a war, a battle for the bulges you can't see in your own midriff because you want to be so bonny.

Fix was in and it was a trip from point A with me to point B without me, lived alone and died alone too
As good as it gets, happiness is all it's cracked up to be with the nerves of wars & peace to get a yahoo
Amended the contract between me and all of my friends, now unconditional love never deprived chit
Silk panties in a bunch, sleepin' on a hardwood park bench, joker's ridin' dirty, can't we all be in on It?

Fabulous to be right of the left and always on the side of both the good and the bad, not good fellows
Until today, just now the young, starry-eyed kid unwittingly gave up the Cracker's accordion bellows
Flown for hours over the oceans and found that mind occupation is a diversion to avert being the ball
Knowing that you're in a speeding tube, Cisco Kid's in command over It all, momentous occasion y'all.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, June XXIVth, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AMPST
{ Jammed to the melody of @WARtheBand #GHits on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?