#HammerOfGod @ArthurCClarke #SwungLow #TheThreeStoogesSlung #FullOfBaloney #TheHammerOfGOD @Donovan #MellowYellow1

ROPE'S LONG ENOUGH, STOOGES ACCIDENTALLY SLUNG, HUNG
I thought nothing of capitol punishment' treks, t'was all gonna be forgotten scuttlebut
Not long after ties that bind us all are broken, dicks in the dirt of Time & Space,caput
A Dick & Jane melody, some poetic lines that rhyme in a mad world's spaceship 8 balls
Blinded by infrared & ultraviolet so move along 'cause ain't nothin' to see o'er here y'all.

Game with rules for players so that all's fair in the love & war for whom?  The self myth?
Where you'll be when you die is where all of the rest have gone & future others will be
It's like a heaven or limbo compared to hell on Earth. on Mars, Venus, Mercury or Pluto
A piece of your mind is like all of the rest of the big Mind's gold, where it's always been.

Far away in another cosmic awareness of Time and Space, nothing is there, it's the singularity
Of the black hole you used to be in the middle of, fearing it and hating to leave it simultaneously
But working and playing can't stop the praying for a sign to make you feel enormous yet so tiny
Mind over matter, theoretically a philosophy of failure since matter is everything, Earth is a sea.

A sea in the middle of nowhere other than empty space between planets & a myriad of galaxies
See them or not, accidentally blinded by the light or a lack of genetic recombination success sees
Far ahead of the present, DNA sees inherently for the sake of species survival, evolution of mud
Worms, bacteria and virus migrating from your mother to you and your offspring, shoot a SCUD.

Who is hungry when there's something to eat, not far away from fingertips and kneecaps, I am It
The rest from the mean, ugly & evil to the innocent yet wild on their E Street shuffle on Boss' lane
Come in from the darkness and when you get in the light, don't stare at the source, make me sing
Words coded, scribble on cave walls' filler dirt, Rainier's volcanic rock-crushed gold dust, an Oring.

Tip top to the center microdot of the core, nothing else for millions of miles, just you & all bums
Be happy like there's no tomorrow mama, I know you follow me & know where I'm comin' from
For the sake of my female kin who have hundreds of friends, there's no other way to be so rude
It's absurd yet it's the Truth, this is no joke and there's a vain hope that comprehension is good.

Hung up the hang ups & I got nothing left to hang on to, the hooks and Velcro disappeared fast
Brought the goods and the bads home once ma & pa let me roll in the hood, sixty years all past
Silver hair that used to be mousy brown & a head that was bald twice, once at birth, then Basic
Known to croon a tune so that the minions will feel sorrow so sad to make some cry a river sick.

Bank for the three squares and a roof overhead, finding joy in the satisfaction that you breathe
Air in & out of the Thing itself, unmoved mover doesn't even get that pleasure, only you & me
Close to my heart with all pretentious reminiscences that'll never cease coming back infinitely
Gallows built for me alone, trees cut into a stage for a show, programming young thugs' glory.

Capitol punishment or not, Evil is Live spelled backward & where there's life there's evil, so live
Recording nothing but the idle threats without muscle, promise of afterdeath indulgences jive
A haunting you while you're awake & while you're dreaming before every dawn, a ghost given
Gem of a blood flow, ruby rouge, accidental gem, all's too HUMAN, way gone kid, unforgotten.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, August ONE, Twenty ONE Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ #ComeOneComeAll #HowWeGotHere ...drafted while jammin' to some @Offspring #Woodstock concert youTube link @ https://youtu.be/k0HhvHbegug & some @EricChurch #HITS @  https://youtu.be/b-KEMcnmOrE & some @Smashmouth link @ https://youtu.be/LQj--Kjn0z8 & for the coup de grace some @ArthurCClarke #TheHammerOfGOD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QBshwX2CIPY & of course, some #ThreeStooges @https://youtu.be/rmVrI1NVbvk  }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#PollenDrips #PenicillinForThatToo #SurvivalInTheCity #LivinDayToDay #NoPityStreets #BornInTheCity #LiveInNomansland

WELL NOW, ISN'T THAT SPECIAL YOU TWERP-DWEEB!
It's fine with me that the fix is in, the fever is very high over 98, hope sprouts in recollected fears
That it is a vain attempt at a common protocol, feigning ignorance until the jig's up, it always is
Nobody on Earth can be immortal, sucklings of the kings and queens play onboard 64 square tiers
At the center of the south, there's a hub of rendezvousing goin' on at the shipwreck of whispers.

Old beaches have sand from shore to shore, there's an empty hole filled with H2O blood drippin'
Of Jupiter or Mars, Saturn or Earth on to Uranus and Neptune, all them rocks glow, keep trippin'
Apelike infantile behavior is the protocol for the spoiled brat, punk kid grown to be in way deep
A satisfaction ensues, the seminal dream begins, vision-sleep tells me why before I go to creep.

On or off,  heat of God's knights' armor, relief comes in the dissolution of the flesh and T-bone
Humans are not the food of the Earth but everything else can be eaten or burned to sandstone
In the lava beds inside of the volcanic core eruptions trying to turn Earth into the vast offspring
Of men, women, rats, roaches and every other critter and plant, the world's DNA royal is king.

There's no other gods to name as if they exist in any reality before or afterbirth, that's silly scat
All of it, philosophers' concoction of theoretical assumptions, deduced inductions, that's all folk
This isn't a joke, I'm not laughin' 'cause I don't think it's very clever to decimate a COvid holy bat
Inherited as an infant crying right out of the womb room, you live & you're gonna die by a poke.

Send kids to up to 16 years or more of school to teach logic & reason, tell 'em to trust in @WAR
Yet Science cannot be trusted since it changes what is known constantly as Time ticks away kicks
Dope of mine's like dopamine when it's deeper than quicksand outside of your apartment's door
Gotta go to work, gotta get a job first, nobody wants to hire an illiterate bonehead, ghetto picks.

The day you die, you'll remember these words after I imagine them in a moment, I am creating it
From nothing but emptiness, some squiggles networked into an agreed upon orientation of shyte
Queens & kings moved little or not at all, pawns did all of the Work, battles & guards all the rest
Behind my mother's apron, still holding on to the strings in back of her behind, she was the best.

I look into the mirror provided and see a dumb person, not stupid just dumb shyte that's a Truth
About living & dying, being born and dying in the same place or a different one, in a phone booth
Bums used to pretend to be talkin' on the phone when there was nobody home, can't wait to go
Number one it's been called by the pretenders who create colloquial conjugations of anthro lingo.

Up and down matters very little, it will all be gone in a brief gasp when you immerse to speculate
All over in a flash, more or less a hundred spins about a burnt star, one sun of the gods' love affair
Taught speech to talk & express your inner soul's wasted Time in this Space to speculate on faith
It's no wonder when you see the light where you stand, empty of a full blown divine night's mare.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, August 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST\
{ Drafted to an @TheEagles #FarewellTour 2004 Australia concert #SatanicCountryMusic on youTube link  @ https://youtu.be/TvNsl_oZCxY }
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 #MothersGirlsBoys

@WAR & @ZZTOP #RockinTheCasbah

 Z Z ----------------- T

COMPLAINERS COMPLAIN 'TIL THEY DISCOVER NOBODY'S LISTENIN'
Corona bacteria transport the virus from one place in space to a single One misplaced
In the past which is every single moment that's been present inside of a crippled crick
Of the gulag and the penitentiary the men and women escaped through burial boned
Extra dust and crumbled calcium I thought about in a divine way, all too human sick.

On the nail's head a hammer pounds into the tree's wood, crucify the photosynthetics
Doesn't have to be any form of Man or other shape of organic matter, junky, fat dicks
Detached your mother and father from your psyche, nowhere alpha & omega merge It
Idea of the chromosome's acidic message to replicate the thing without any hobo's pit.

Rushing from the base to the apex of the highest protrusion of the Rocky earth, I pause
Above and below all seems identical to one another, I'm here then won't be, never was
As if there was a divinely created play of scenes to tell the story, one picture over here
Nothing but things and nothing in the mix, a menudo of mud, blood, whiskey & a beer.

Drunken brain's mind wound up in the gutter, there is One way into a vermin's sewers
You've got to be one of them, look like one of them, act like one of them, turn screwers
Roasting under the heat of the star that's burning the gas like there's no tomorrow, eh
Today's confusion, lost the game but I won, fake history by default, God's dead Sunday.

You are underneath the law of the power that embraces the king, queen dictatorships
Mothers and fathers make no difference, good, bad or ugly taxes of your sweat & trips
Up and down the Alps and the Sierras, you are a miracle that never happened, dead air
It's God's fault, you're gonna die like everybody, post mortem, I forget your pretty hair!

Nothing is safe therefore I embrace the Nothing as if it's everything, can't lose a byte it
Empty of things, not even one atom to begin the complex of mitosis, you'll die in a bit
Long story is shorter than you think when you look backward from the last gulp of sea
All pictures you've photographed disappear, you have no soul, you bum, you a junkie?

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted to @Armstrong_Getty listening to Talk 650 ♫ @iHeartRadio https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?cmp=web_share&embed=true }
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W.W.A.R.D.?