#LastOneInIsAllOfThat #It #Her #IgorsEgo & #FrankensteinYounger #SpringsteenConcertEnding

EXTINCTION OF SPECIES, MATTER & ENERGY UNDERTAKING IDIOTS' DNA FORM
A wise-ass one, two, three, four, five, step ahead, six, seven if you're dressed to the nines you're ten
But why did you need to know how to defend yourself from being attacked by apemen, bad self Zen
Unexpected expectations of everything at all times, wherever tricked to struggle in vain, him or her
Sons and daughters alike, it makes absolutely no difference if you have X's, Y's, Z's or breathe, neither.

Songs from the silence that came from the daily dawn until the last one I'd never see, in you, in me
I have a wish, a hope, a dream that the Earth and it's inhabitants were immortal gods of Ish KaBible
Even once understood or thrice misconstrued into the substance and form of what will never, ever be
It's not being mean to find the Truth and repeat what you've found out loud, in speech or in scribble.

Monopoly over One, a single bit of knowledge & wisdom, joy of a philospher's lode stone, Platonic old
Socrates & Aristotle's frozen hydrogen & oxygen too far from the sun to evaporate clouds' below gold
Death is staying watch, whether you like it or not, it's out of sight but can't be locked out of your mind
Corpse overtakes an undertaker's tools of the trade, burying bones under dead star dirt, apeman kind.

Now & then you will come here when you're alone and then you'll recollect resonance OM Zen training
Band on or off of the track, hittin' the streets of old, dirty cities by the bays and inlets of the Californian
Shamen do what they can, just enough for the moment, tough enough to stay alive until the ending
All alone, never by one's self every day, every night, 365 1/4 days of the star revolution spinning.

Here & now we go, priests & the warriors who rule the roost with tradesmen, merchants & labor
Society that needs to survive as any living thing does will eliminate any diversion from a red door
Opened or closed depending on a Will to Power, either acquired from accidental inheritance too
Knowing what's taught is a way to ascend, wisdom's outcast rule, an evolution game, caput fool!

Therefore I am, I say I am & I ain't if I say I ain't, oceanic feeling of Word, this here mortality of it
Rules to escape from when the breathing and heartbeats terminate, nothing to look forward to
On the sea or on the beach's shoreline, when the sleep is terminal only the others are left awake
Without your head in a holy tabernacle of idiot-humanity's program, cultural fits of apple cake.

Knowledge all gone, a whiff of burned hair & a stroke, a heart's attack on purple blood lineup
Head to to & back again for as long as the unknown fun lasts, laughin' & happy to do standup
On the stage telling jokes that are merely the Truth and the lies that go along with dumb asses
Not extinct due to compassion for unfortunate misfortune but just the divine didn't say, 'Pass.'

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, July 13th, 2021 A.D. @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Presented to #IceWater of Outerspace while listenin' to my @AlanWatts addiction #OpenTheThirdEyeThanksToYourMInd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7EPAwvKhEzU }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SurfinWithTheAlien #SATCH #ThisMeansWar y #WAR #PEACE #RockinBums #TooManyClicksToPrick

DROPPED BUMS, RUBBER-SOUL SMOKE FIRES & PRETENTIOUS OBSCURITY
Details existence on Earth's repetitive revolution & orbit, Catholic altar-paperboy trivial alien life
But why quibble upon the metaphysical when the ethical is the only philosophical, twitching wife
Your mothers, aunts, sisters, daughters, granddaughters & great ones, present at your woke wake
In or out of alien time's Huron, Superior, Erie, Ontario, Ohio or Michigan & Tatuk Fingerlakes.

Thrust out of this atmosphere on a rocket ship that may or may not return to an ol' world of chit
But when the nighttime comes, during that part of the Earth's revolution, faced away from Star
Looking deep into the darkness' distant parsecs, regurgitating the stunt of serfdom, king & czar
Ask any astronaut or cosmonaut or any nautilus, above or below, when you're dead, that is It!

What's on fire down in the valley, in the orchard, where the flowers grow, the posse's on guard
Nothing to see here, what's the tax on that?  Nothing.  Who is in charge of this?  YOU.  No I ain't
Like hehlla bovine manure, man, don't you know that it's all a ruse perpetrated by a will to faint
After one brief, unconscious thrust into the plethora of the matrix' gods, new found land of lard.

Recollect what life was like when mankind was free, oh wait, they'll never be free until it all ends
When mouth's remain agape & bowels move into a screaming eagle's smokin' end but in depends
Whipping up the crows of Jimmy, in flight or circling the bait, the prey, the buzzard's end of scree
On the border between the dictator and the oligarchy, there's no man or woman free to be thee.

Listen to Yankee Doodle Dandy & Jimmy Crackcorn and I don't care if you do or don't, yet I digress
From the beginning of my Time in this Space, many decades have moved where my memory tucks
Between my voice & hair or skull, that's where I am, not dead yet but I'm already gone, ya phuqs
Make no mistake, rubber soul words & a soundless, jazzy music offends babies, oh my God bless!

Death will kill you in the end, whether you believe in Ala, God, Buddah or a Third Eye's world war
Final jeopardy has an answer to a question but what concentration is, to be or not to be so funny
Regardless of all our alignment with cosmic order of things, lose it in fission and fusion, to die for
Supernova jungle boogie in Summer's breeze, critically racial, shallow wormhole of a boy, Sonny.

Beer thirty again, it's early in the AM and I don't care if you like it or not, in charge of the Canna
Karma I work off now or settle with A Providence present when I beseech mercy in my panic's pit
Death is the end of the line, who wants to repeat and erase ad infinitum, or even stay in Nirvana
It was always the way it is now, it'll always be this way, One Middle Way, gone DOG GOD of chit.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July XIII, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 Mountain Standard Time
{  Drafted attempting to offend the minions & degenerate civilization into utter chaos while listenin' to @GratefulDead #HITS on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJIYG8JOVwg&t=203s } 

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

#EngageTheCenterfolds @PlayboyBrand @JoanRiversFoxFirst

BIG MOUTH RICH & SMALL MOUTH BASS' STIRRED STEW
You ain't as simple-minded & dumbfounded as you appear to be, to one salted, azure sea
Why there's no simple reason for your particular existence, here & now in the live tomb
Stirred it is for the sake of infinity's whim, a whirlwind land & sea escape for faked divinity
Empty Space, a Void of sorts in a category alone without an equal, your mother's womb.

Sooooooooooo, excellence in your body and organization of your drapes over nekid junk
I mean no offense and I know there's none taken if you've moved on further than the funk
How you know what you know is important but you've got to get the occult down in spades
Rules and the hierarchy of the judicial process that functions as the Wise Guys' of bug raids.

Tragedy & comedy right there in front of your eyes once you master the superman cyberbully
From instructions accepted and nurtured by human nature there will evolve the gents & gals
In the end, when you and/or I discontinue the breathing of gas, in and out, no UFOs, Scully!
It's so complicated, one moment to complicate this argument's deduction, to be angels' pals!

Here you go, this is right up your alley and if you're poor & living in a dream or a #Woke one
Nevertheless, according to the Way we ought to be moving far ahead of fake gravity's gambits
Spinning, wobbling, rocking, revolving in electron-like naked apes' mask-revolutionary orbits
Ad infinitum for the finite life forms which political combustion chain reactive DNA of an ion.

Get a room since you've become so close to one another in public, I'm sure not in mortal sin
Best you can do is get the public involved in your happiness although only you'll die at death
Everyone else remains the same as they would've even if you'd never, ever been bad breath
Munching human remains from book library to markets of fruit & vegetables, we fake Eden.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, July XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 8:17 AMPST
{ Elevated this from the depths of despair and fake news while listenin' to the @CreedenceClearwaterRevival #TravelinBand link @ https://youtu.be/zzNH_KjIZkc }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?