#CartoonOfCondescendedJerkbags

IRRITATION OF THE KID, SOUL & SPIRIT ABOVE & BELOW HARDS-ON
Reasons for her bad habits you've acquired from her ancestors' morality & ethical fuss
Process is a realization that we're alive in an illusory event generator, idiot's apparatus
Perfection is out of the question, neither is it the answer either, you know, it's all of us
Not in my ballpark anywhere on continental drifts, an indentured idiot of wanderlust.

Funds have been wasted in vane, apes repeating the evolution of humanity givin' daps
Native is just a word random periods of living things that pretend to deserve the given
Grooving to the music's tunes whether you like it or not, your toes are tappin' the Taps
For the sake of the guilty pleasures we all deserve and don't actually receive, it's a sin!

Sin's an idiot's reason for diggin' grave errors that eventually cause species' extinction
Institutionalized man with a jagged mind, singin' lead on the stage of rock & roll sing
Calling things what they are, in the form of matter that don't mean I'm a Pythagorean
Overhead over my heels, it's quite a genetic anomaly, you've got it all, it's everything.

How high is the sky that's 8 miles up there from the ground of our being, gravity sucks
Systems of a Down, in a pickle suit without oxygen, breathing in the CO2 gas of thugs
Animated the unmoved mover who refused to take responsibility for creation's ducks
Flying, swimming & walking just to keep the species on top of herd's heap, do drugs!

Phoenix rose and Salt Lake dried up into a salt flat, hot desert and last place on Utah
Place where ancient dinosaurs roamed and died in the #BigFreeze of a black hole sun
No dilemma left in the problem, it's solved with a zero sum, divided by the product Id
Ego gone superman, above & below the leaf links to the sweet flower bud of #TheKid.

I'm here but I'm not here just like you, bald and fat dead men and women, we're a One
Wrote for the money, created stories out of thin air, nothing was true, all was false fun
Morons that look like idiots, the same as they always have, you just noticed it's bygone
Literally figurative, beautiful at the same time, morons & idiots all change, welcome in!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Seven-Eleven, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 10:10 PMPST
{ There's a #HoleInsideTheJoint & it's centered in your soul, jammed this gem listenin' to @DrKatzProfessionalTherapist 2019 link @ https://youtu.be/8eBR844GD4A }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SmellsTastes #ToDieForMePlease

STUPID'S A DIP, IT PUTS THE SELF IN A RUT, REAL, QUICK QUOTES NOTHING THINKS
Reductio ad absurdum into a green jello mold, here today & gone tomorrow, wrong or right
Nothing like this wingless bi-ped, historically hysterical & hostile toward their superior Tao
Yin and yang of my father and the fathers of mine before him, it's now back in the spotlight
Been blamed for accidental merging with an open egg, ethical product of a god's blacklight.

My face's holes to open and close at my will or automatically without me, as my heart beats
Impression of the inner sanctum's contents is empty, a vacuum of imaginary atomical matter
In the president & the pope, much of the power is transitory, One's Earth will atrophy & blow
Up in smoke or just a supernova of a red giant or a white dwarf, fire up a holy bowl, so slow.

You can shut up your big mouths that remain wide open like the womb of God, wait, what?
God would have no womb yet is the creator of the burning stars of the universal particular
What and where and why may be good questions but more importantly, whackin' whining
Ghosts of dead & gone dudes and chicks on the marks of the get set to go, just gotta sing.

Look out for the creeping forms that want to absorb the power that is lost in Space's forms
Shapes of bones that evolved out of the rocks and the sea water for no reason at all, worms
All that comes out of the dirt, sightless, squirming and burrowing up and down in the tunnel
From pole to pole all around the perimeter of the equatorial bravado of the extinct ape hell.

Gone from dead mother's & father's inheritance of dead & gone human mystics' of the sun
Seven continents of my kin, all idiots and the product of inferior DNA on the way, extinction
Punks believe nothing and the elders believe anything that allows fantasy to reign supreme
Stunk like the stink of a skunk, look away from me, get far away now, the end of the dream.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, July 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{ #BadNewsBirds Drafted while jammin' to @CrankYankers in #Yankerville link @ https://youtu.be/GVEVDT5k86E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#CreamRisesToTheTop #CreamingDreamingScheming #WOKE #SQWAT #MansGodsHaveRisenAgain

LOOK, IT'S NOT UP TO ME OR YOU BUT WHO IN GOD'S NAME IS PROVIDENCE?
Pressured league or two undersea, below the above where gas can be pretend to be fake nirvana
Got hardly an alternative, under L.A.'s constant pressure to live & die in peace pipe smoke's Canna
System was written in stone before the first note was beaten or blown or twanged skin and steel
Brown paper bag with an open container, I smuggled it in to be drunk in a minute, it's so unreal!

Someone spiked the punch with an hallucinogenic particle or two that invaded my genome's DNA
For the sake of warning the innocent yet completely responsible for their actions, beware of dogs
Real and imaginary, both snarl inside of your mind's eye & enter your conscious mind's plethora
Mercy and guilty pleasure will put you deep, six feet under workin' retiree of the dream, it's Ra!

In the sweet by and bye wherever that may be, outside of the lyrics of the song, it's in the beats
Where angels fear to go with or without you and I, Zeus to Zoroaster', Osiris' and Isis' motorboats
All for One thing only, keeping company with the humanity that evolved out of slime molds' oats
From a lead preposition, it follows that everything else is the effect of that first cause, that word.

Therefore, I deduce the conclusion which follows from the great and the dead, no credit due me
That is, of the men and women who have not been born of mankind, ancestral lineage of the free
All of those alive and dead as well as those unconceived, all heads will roll on the one sun's son
Just because it had to be that way, pain, suffering, pleasure and the joyful moments of abandon.

Apple tree was what the legend used for the symbol of wisdom, knowledge & goodness' evil
Trouble in paradise cause this fall to the bottom of the pit with the insect & diamondback kill
Songs sung before cowboy acts & one finale, unknown unmasked, dream fiction exposed fun
Made them all up right there on Providence's spot, punch line-jokes killed one, a seventh son.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday, July Xth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST
{ Kicked out of the #Void while listenin' to @Jim_Croce #HisGreatestSongs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T7Wm0X3ia8g }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?