#FinerPipesUnknown #GateOfYoMama #WombRoom #NowSTFU

EVERYTHING IS STILL FINE, MOVE ALONG NOW, KEEP SMILIN' & WATCH YOUR SIX
Now and then, there comes a time right out of the blue, out of somewhere in heaven she'd sing
Drop a dime on me & I'll repay you double back to the only place in Space's Mind dripping me
Coming to the ends of things in front of your conscious awareness is shocking, eyes to the sea
Jokes are funny whether absurd or cruel to you or me or anyone on Earth, it's so much Nothing.

Who on Earth cares about what you've understood from your experience, other than dead men?
Take this in the most positive way or it won't be useful to the comprehension of being too human
Bones and the dreams that happen and are forgotten in a hundred years or less, rare moon beam
Idiots and their progeny who came signed, sealed and delivered to your text boxes & slipstream.

Junk in the trunk with or without a lock on the pad, the combination is 20 right, 4 left & a Zero
Opened and it says to me, "Nothing is inside because there's a Void outside," the end of a hero
Monkeys and the cage cleaners move and shake the babies as they grow into the stench of pooh
Refused the waste's aroma and aggressive scent that moved the matter clear through the crew.

Boys and girls grew up to have their own sons and daughters who lived and died in a dreamboat
Awake or asleep, still in a dream within a dream state's borough, you live, you die, all she wrote
In the novella or the encyclopedia, began and ended the cyclic confession of sufferings and jokes
Regurgitate essence of Man, hurry before overtime life runs out of clock ticks, Time's slow pokes.

Songs sung, over when it's over, played the music of the stars too far away to be so here and now
Among the throngs of the minions on the seven continents, you are one as well as I, we boat row
Gently down a slipstream & somehow merrily we gleaned the reason for being, life's but a dream
One moment you'll realize your own mortality isn't your soul's immortality, you're #Woke cream.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, July 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @WuTangClan link @ https://youtu.be/YZZhyWWUKY8 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ZZTop, #RIPDusty #OkieDokie

#GAGAS

WHO CARES?  VACCINATE HELLO, BY #CRT MEAN-TWEETS
Underground, critical race theories of Earth down under gold, invisible core of a blinded faith
To believe in the gods or God in the One Form or the Other, even the pan-atheism of a wraith
All of the above and below the magnetics which spontaneously generates the DNA cell forms
From nasty ignorance to fake pride in martyrs, there's gotta be something other than worms.

A tragedy that you don't know, that we're all playin' because we got lucky in love, I deleted It
Things themselves are forms of Matter, miraculous search is over, it'll all be over in a little bit
Planets lined up around a burning gas ball like electrons circumventing a nuclear coincidence
Apes evolved naked of long hair with a chip on their shoulders, commandments made sense.

Ten or two, all made to be broken, laws of man made by the pretenders who created ghosts
Of the rats and the all too human, who run with the devil counterclockwise around the tracks
All of them, each and every one, is mortal death in a swollen bag of acid, just sayin', let's roll
Comin' in first place and snagged the gold, race and the winning is everything, bury the troll!

Moping around the ranch and the farm until you see someone who cares about your sorrows
That you've failed at living life's process of being happy & so free of your mom's apron bows
On your own, you will either survive or die trying to breathe without earning room and board
Mentally in decline, physically infirm, critical race theory of idiots you got, you're a red horde.

Purple majesty of the funk and wagging dog tails of the ghettos' mothers, disadvantaged girls
Of air forced down, unaborted throats of beauties aiding families in a swing of delight's whirls
Flatten the curve of body bags, we're runnin' out and we're will begin to incinerate the corpse
When life ends, disintegrate it's leftover matter in hot fire consumption, A Void is The Source.

Nuts and berries mixed with the burned muscles off of animal bones, some forms not others
The untamed carnivores want to eat us and our children so they're as good as dead in traps
On the hung with stone rocks, spears, arrows and hidden holes in the ground's baited hooks
Dreams animals nurtured into adulthood, killed by men, fed the hunger, so I read my books!

Germination is everything and without it, everything is nothing at all, that's the whole Truth
Nothing but the Truth so help me God, goddesses & the Void's Suchness, a Zenish forsoothe
I'm not saying I know anything, I am saying that I know Nothing, intimately emptiness' chum
Always with me & with you as long as your viral CoVid19 remains able to be, killer, awesome.

How horrible can you get after you die when you're either ashes & bone or down six in a box
What matters is that you arrived on Earth and thrived while alive then left a debt to the rocks
Earth will get all of you in the end, there's no choice other than to go with the flow, it's on fire
I'll be there too, when all chips are down, pencil me into a corner in Space, in Time's hot wire.

Long lost friends only a shout away on the android or the apple, too far away to dial a pest
Although that there can never be true because it can never be false, you say what, say, yes
Stones rolled on the stage & began to play the lead and the rhythm around the back beats
Lips and tongue danced and pranced about the stage of wood & metal, screwed below feets.

Critical Race Theory stuck into my arm on two separate occasions, all for the herd's immunity
Gave my good health up for the genome, for the pool of strangers, round holes, square pegs
There's a billion of them all looking, all too human, race of purple, yellow & white sox yankees
Three steps up & two steps back, bassinet left a casket empty, it's about old men & salty seas.

Step on my six feet when I'm about that much underground, in and out of conscious fanfare
A creature feature right in front of your own face every single day whether you like it or not
It creeps and crawls and sometimes jumps right out at you when you forget it was even there
Like tumblin' dice, an empty grave, a man alive, jello shooters for lunch, God is screamin' hot.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, July 28th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST
{  #CashedIn #UnderMyThumb #CoVid19VAXsquared ...drafted this jam to a July 4th, 2018@RollingStones #Prague #NoFilterTour concert link @ https://youtu.be/JgxkCy02OaE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#CockSure #ConfidentialSourceExposureS #SpyVsSpy #HunterSThompson

DIRTY & ROCKHARD, SQUARE HOLE, A DEADMAN TOMB'S TOOL
It's all there is to see and there's only one question & only one answer, existence without solution
Without any luck getting through this life appearance from random conception to gametic seed
Inductive and deductive arguments come in due time by the age of reason, third eye's open, son
Mighty almighty, invisible force given credit without obligatory blame for failure, One king indeed.

Now in this redundant lapse of logic and reason, Spy vs. Spy, moronic idiots pay taxes to be free
So that the morons and idiots who were raised by morons and idiots can survive this catastrophe
Of being men and women, alive and all alone in the solar system, at least, possibly the galaxy too
Any continent and any sea that grew from a Big Bang is nothing but the speck of dust, me & you.

Holidays' Nothingness celebration & dance to music of absence, nothing Earth can do, it's a skit
Fortune has no justice, it's random collisions of matter, love, marriage, solitary expiration of chit
Happiness of course, like the hay of a horse, the oats, the water, the spunk of punks' Marx' mark
A philosopher who knew nothing gets throngs of morons and idiots to believe Utopia, in the dark.

Squeaking mice and the cauldron mix of the witches & warlocks, a menudo of magic spells kill ya
In the spin of Earth, the wobble around the sun, called Time and the rest is Empty Space, etcetera
Now or later, after you sleep for a few hours while Earth NEVER quits, automatic or revolver sent
Barrels locked and loaded, ready for big bear or mountain lion, hostile to me only for one instant.

I will give you nothing and you will get nothing, don't ask me if you're an idiot, ask yourself, WTF?
You have the answer and nobody else does, you're going to die when it's your time, survive or die
Don't cry to your mama, she's already gone and your daddy don't rock and roll any more, gotta fly
Wings clipped, athlete's feet ruined skin & tarsal bones, gods suck illusions when it's serendipity.

Poking around with or without you, I have the stranger spies who want to know if I'm spying too
On them and everyone who thinks that they need to #FreeTheNipple when it's already GOAT flu
#COVid19 means #CommonCold, a great man (FDR) said I said, "NothingToFearButFear" my dear
Utter nonsense in Word forming, planet Earth's dustballs, Spaceballs' trip, it's over when it's over.

I won't be quiet when I can be loud and shout until I lose my voice or Silence descends upon chit
Here & now and into the near future, #StopTheHammering on @Twitter & a @Nogginbook troll
Predators will consume the prey, look into the historical record of humanity, so peaceful, play fit
In The End, to be a healthy corpse, this seventh son sees clearly, it's over when it's over, @Hole.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ #ESSE - Drafted to @HunterSThompson #BuyTheTicketTakeTheRide in a loop on youTube link https://youtu.be/VlAZV_EsSSE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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