420 or CDXX in @RomanNumerals #ToMyGodsonsOne @MontgomeryGentryBinge #NewsForYou @MorganWallen #WhiskeyGlasses

420 or CDXX, IT'S BEER30 ON THE CLOCK

Proven apeman's altar honoring a sun's One, to fly we all git high
It's not a myth that you & I will slip into Darkness, an infinity blow
Governor's marking of the civilized, obedience for afterlife, oh no
Signify an ape's syncopation, psycho-babble edible, cherry pie.

3.14 units in & out of the pyramid's full volume, a myth's 3rd buzz
Healthy & deteriorating on the head of the coin, it's all there was
A colossus of the coliseum moved the virtual reality to ring bells
There's nothing more nor less than soldiers, hookers & El skulls.

Out of rock caves now, runnin' dozens on serf folk, the slave bro
Worship of a star's summer solstice shiner through a holy, old O
Is the ignorance the ticket to extinction?  You nailed it to a cross
Inside a man's high-minded ideas reveal One old heartless boss.

Coming in and out of matter, the essence of lying about origins
It's hidden and secret, occultish & way too human to be true me
A speck of dust in virtual reality Isis whims about a god, Osirus
Murder of boys and girls both Antonio or Tony, I can't be Sirius.

Symbols of shaped granite's special effects, wild horses' two reins
Higher than maternal Earth's outer shell in empty, paternal cosigns
My father's father called my father Sonny, little Al to big Al, chief
He wore the white cap and saved hundreds of Chicagoans' Life!

Fire us all in hot forms, Jake's ladders up against walls to the sky
Underground eventually like you and I will be, heroes come & go
Divine heroes are gods we'll never see with a tiny, blind third eye
Hidden is as good as closed, One seeing is believing a 420 blow.

Where's the sheriff and the constable at the end when in need?
Nowhere.  Can't help you with the grim reaper?  Who needs 'em
Nobody required, no rabbi, priest, minister or preacher shaman
Just One recollection of The day BEFORE your conception, Sin!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  July 9th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST #EmergencyRed
{ Dropped this dime on y'all while listenin' to #Trace & #Blake #HillbillyBone link @ https://youtu.be/OGoiiwxTWeE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#VigorousVirginiaSweet #LightInDarkness #UntilICollapse @RandomRNARecombination #Finale

ARRESTED ATTENTION, LONG HAIRS & A MACABRE OMEN IN THE WOMB
It's not like I created the universe or the solar system for that matter, the sun's shinin' lighter man
Other than that, I found that the Earth is spinning, wobbling and revolving in orbit about the s#It
Cream of the crop we are here and now on the only planet to allow DNA survival of the barely fit
Monkeys in some form appear to be the likely relatives of the man with a plan in a hip Ghanistan.

Barrels of root beer and fruit of the vine from the hundred yards of the gridiron's chalk and turf
Taken right out of the archives of morons and idiots evolved in immediate control of The Smurf
Beings from another place in Space, fallen like angels out of heaven, long before mankind's reign
Bombs and rockets aside, gunpowder & chinese fertility will overcome one genome, batchit sign.

None of this action & predication kills monsters on & off screen, on stage or behind iron curtains
Things themselves will roll the wheels off of the rims, hub caps will fly and steel belts' mortal sins
To the mice & men who traverse tollways & expressways, linked freeways between all interstates
All or none & one for all, drunk on the Kool-aid, grape, cherry of a Hawaiian punched out of fates.

Drafted & conscripted for the War of this World, terrible TNT weapon, aposteriori of extinction
Build it and they will use it, that's why you've got to live for today 'cause tomorrow it'll be done
Even if you don't want it to, tomorrow might be next year, next decade, before a one and a two
I would not lie and I'm not one to double-cross your heart and soul with the twist of a tin screw.

Maybe Dead ones have something that living many will never have, all in on a Time/Space's warp
Underworld of the core that came from no apparent origin, blamed on gods & accidents of CoVid
Streaming electrons from dark, empty skies, well done here and now for all tweets' twerps' below
Sliding into One's own tail is one way to work it all out, an amorphous anomaly, a dark, holy hole.

Times to live and times to die of pierced armor or DNA fission of atomic fusion, slipped a Mickey
Not the mouse that was Mighty but the timid friend of Minnie, Pluto and Goofy & ol' duck Daffy
Omens from the hieroglyphics recorded on the stone and the rice paper parchment, Truth of God
Earth shakes & quakes, the lava runs, the islands rise from the H2O evaporation into Space blood.

Freedom to nobody here and now, all surviving at the mercy of the Revolution & orbit continuum
Extinction or survival are the only choices, ain't no dream you'll awake from, we, y'all lie sleepin'
It's the way it is, gravitational collapse & a Big Bang in perpetuity, being my boomerang creepin'
Mythological reasons for Ends of the World, Zeus, Zarathustra & dragons in heaven's wild scum.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Thursday, July 8th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 2:22 PMPST
{ #FinishedThisMastaPeace while flinchin' to #TheUniverse #Netflix link @ https://www.netflix.com/watch/81271185?trackId=155573560 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DollsInTheHouseOf48Cards #SheWasDown #HeWasUp #AllInTheNameOfLiberty #ItsAJailbreakOnTheJakeBrake

7 SEVENS OF PRETENSION, I GOT BENT ON EASY STREET
Comparing '49', seven sevens in particular to the general propositional logic, original sinnin'
Empty sky's set of gigabytes full of A Void which has the drop on y'all, plethora of superflies
Angels and devils go up and down as nature evolved from zero to these blind, empty skies
You and I know of this illusion in the middle of breathing in and out, O2 gas of evaporation.

In this Time of this millennium, 21st year after the End of the Last Millennium 1999, one Prince
Revolutionary will of cosmic dust without a drop of milk or fake regal sustenance's purple rain
Yet, it is as it was and always will be, same old yesterday will be today and tomorrow for man
Born of a woman who was thrust out of an Edenish garden of welfare from a god's sixpence.

Men called a dream both reality & utter nonsense, depending on random directional whim
I am one of many messengers, irrational beings who can keep 'em separated, #WordUp afar
We are not one & the same due to repetition out loud in linguistic turpitude & @AdultSwim
Finding nothing but air in the lost and found, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen & acid gas of a star.

Define 'pretension' from #WebsterDepot, ostentation and pretension aside, I am as you were
A product of the multiplication of two and mitotic divide of acid from somewhere in heaven
Above and below the clouds or the wisps of Space's whiff around the electronic orbit of her
She being the Earth and the moon that are the only vision man has, blinded by the light fear.

Completed & as fired up as you can be, all of the One fixated on afterlife's place, heaven's die
Promises left over from the dead men and women, saints and saviors all, so we'd all be a seer
God fearing of the night, darkness' will, unknown X's all about a Promised Land 6 senses' high
Hallucinatory illusion you'd be alive forever, somewhere, someplace, but reality is a GD MFer!

Able and free willing to accept the random nature of your origin, your ma & pa in copulation
That's it now, you're neither here for more than a moment nor were you ever there, it's a sin
Original one inherited from skinny bone of a divinely created ape with a flaw, blamed you too
For just being alive and thinking that you exist now or in the past or the future, music is blue!

Reason for historical madness is only available after it's decrepit, a holy maggotbrain charade
Violations of uncommon commands, fine deadmen commands, droppin' dimes in the shade
They are not waiting for all of us that remain alive above the ground, no my friend, it's a ruse
Children fear the Truth, that it is all there is, here & now, up in smoke on a pyre, weed, booze!

I rolled sevens and elevens once in a million throws up against the brick wall, lost my cash too
Had to go and load up empty bottles for the return deposits, two cents or a nickel apiece, few
But enough for penny candy at the dime store where angels feared to go fill a pocket of stash
Chocolate melted in your pocket as if you were slick enough to rob the market without cash.

From the ethics of right and wrong, good and bad, the boy at the altar served the clerks' sins
Helped some saviors drop blood & die every day for centuries, all drunken altar boys' priests
Dropped some acid or some molly & then God's will was done, upon the mountain's sheathe
Eyes wide open and mortally wounded, this is It, get it now or never, breathe, O just breathe!

Dreamscape of the landscape is like the song that remains the same, on or off the main stage
Parades began and ended on a Sunday before we arrived, now there's only a holy vortex of ilk
Maudlin and morose beyond the pale of the good, bad & ugly, the beauty always wears silk
Contents is content to list an additive to water, milk, whiskey & beer, turn pretension's page.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, 7-7-2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST
{ Concocted in a dubious psychosis involving the Word & the Flesh who dwelt within me & jammin' on some @AC/DC #POWERUP link @ https://youtu.be/HyubgRReJbc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyMuseMargie