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NONSENSE

 

DIG IN AND DIG IT WHEN YOU'RE DOWN WIT IT

Checking into the system of up, down and all around this Mondo cane, I'm all Time barking

In the middle of the night when all but the graveyard shifts have ceased to be not existing

Guided missiles without a program, launched blindly into this old, middle of nowhere here

Places in Space & durations of Time experienced and annhilated at once, just yell, the BEAR!

Concentrated for one moment 'cause I couldn't recollect the subject or Randista objectivism

Everything outside of my genome, by body's corpse animated as if I'm an immortal God gism

Yet I am & I'm not, a friend of a friend told me so, the friend's now done gone but I'm not her

No more momentous occasions to experience & recollect ad infinitum, it's over when it's over.

Sucks gravity's power into the core that is so hot, nothing survives the touch, a merge to One

Not more than One because anything more is the multiplicity's extinction gene, the God's son

Killed but not dead forever, slow bleed out, stop breathing gas in & out, empty skull & Xbones

Good or better to be the baddest Evil godson you can imagine & end in a pile of rolling stones.

It was supposed to be a party but it turned out to be the jail house rock of mankind, a human

Body to live and to die for, eternal punishment or reward in another dimension of divine skin

As if you didn't already know this the moment you got conceived, you're screwed, tell mama

Eternal living and breathing in and out, eating 3 meals a day and sleeping 8 hours, that's life!

Lard full bums living underneath the bridges with the trolls and roaches, fitting into a groove

Nothing to see under the road, don't look down, don't look back, just get along, night moves

One foot in front of the other until the heels and toes transform into the bones without life

Soul shines & then Earth's gone, grateful & dead in the box, rigor mortis lost One sharp knife.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, August XIIIth, MCMXXI Anno Domini

{ Load up on the cash, loan me a dime & I'll pay you a dollar, ten times over!  Jammed while jammin' to the @RhumbaMan @JessieWinchester on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/snl2YGfk7VE }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FunkyBroadway #RhumbaSteppin'

#TossOutYourAnchor #IAmAlsoTheSonAndBrotherOfSailors #BugsBunny #Zorro #RandomRandos

 

FREE WOMBS HUNGUP ON DREAMIN', TALKIN' TRUE LOVE'S KEEPSAKES

Sadness & divinity's tricky attitude toward my fortune is all 'bout life, break it on down

Who cares about Words all good, bad or ugly, it all means Nothing's up for baby girls downtown

Unseen before and after the birth and death, hearts and souls vanished as if forst fires' smoke

You and I can look forward to no more than nothing but the Truth, even the gods can't be woke.

Gas distilled from the black gold that spun the Earth's dust and rocks rollin' the the star, Sonny

My father in heaven, a man named Sonny put on Earth to get me to this Space, it ain't so funny

Picking and grinning the disguise you see, I don't look like this or that, I'm not a color's kiwi peel

What I am is what I am and it's the same as what you are & that which we've always been, see?

I looked back & turned into a pile of sodium chloride as if I was anything more than outgunned

All that was left was the salty, old animated soul that could never remain in Earth's dirty trunk

Dirty, rotten death of happiness without pleasure's leftover love, one "Made" woman I shunned

Last laugh in the end could never be mine, true love couldn't drop in my lap, I sucked the funk.

Who you are and what I am may be two different beings but nothing is certain, I could be wrong

It could be worse than it is, worse than you think it is since you only know the fears of your song

Singing from the top of your lungs, first & last breath of the puffs of oxygen, all down in Greece

Of the mice & women who devoured all men in world Wars, God gave idiotic morons It, Peace.

I ain't ninety nine or a hundred but my sixty nine trips in a circular jerk-off the ecliptic, will do it

A fortunate son's feeling for the sweet spot after a few swings, it's an out the park home savant

Mothers of the future humans won't listen when you advise them all that the have more grace

With inequality's dying xy equation, dumb, lucky dog ID slapped the hot licks out my holy  face.

Anyways, meaning to love this life's death but I can't, I'm a bull's eye, third eye, god's eye drone

None of those divided into a multiplicity of indivisible units, immortality undefined, Hell & gone

Beyond your mothers' & fathers' tribes of evolved monkeys, mutated bright ideas, all well done

Good Timing's Timelessness', a holy ghost of infinity, being One, all too human, twilight's zone.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August XXIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 PMPST

{ Drafted listenin' to #TrueLove @GlennFrey #LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/d75Nu6cw0vs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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LIFE MADE IN THE SHADE,  SWEET LIGHT, HOT HEAT

Mission of mercy from the get go to the finale, the muster I gave just wasn't enough for her, too old

From Carolina coasts to rocks that roll off of Oregon & Washington down to California fool's gold

I came into the dream with my eyes wide opened, I cried a minute and then I knew it was all wasted

Nobody gets everything they want except spoiled children like myself, got it a long time ago, overfed.

Me and all of mine which I never had and never will, nothing ever became my own property to sell it

Only the things and dirty places get that option, not the people of the sweet DNA genome of the human

Missing the brilliant and the dull bulbs stuck in the sockets of the electric company, solar wind of Sin

All of the colors turn to black and none of them is white, it's the race of the champions who speak Kin.

All of the living two-legged commune tree-huggers who can't figure out the way of the warrior's life

Prepared to fight to the death at any given moment if any enemy tried to present gun, sword or knife

My girls and boys that came out of my loins just a pleasure to be the momentary lapse of my reasons

To be or not to be, with or without y'all makes no sense, it's all for One and One for all, wives & sons!

Monkeys see what they do and they want to repeat the action ad infinitum until the extinction's erase

Libraries of tree pulp and Indian ink with the Dewey Decimal System, equations original A unto the Z

Ending far from the origin and long forgotten for good reason, we came from a violent fire, I believe

Mother and father had no standing in the empty ocean of feeble idiots and morons not yet conceived.

Poems wrote and songs sung, repeated ad infinitum just in case you missed it or let it slip your mind

I was on a mission of mercy until I found that there would be none left over for me, a given to find

Things you did and things you do are like the things you're gonna get done, stole my heart's free part

Now it's locked in like a guided S.A.M. that has a target that can't move or hide behind a sweet tart.

Bright or dull, I felt alright from the first gasp & bloody, murder scream that shattered the gold quiets

Silence was over the day my feet hit the ground, trouble was there for me to get into, I did all I could

Gold and silver under my belt and piled up in the outer banks, the unknown depository of my sweats

A job from the inside 'cause I didn't care, then I did care, now I don't once again, done what I should.

Pride is gone, humility came here and now for good, there's no way it can do the antithetic cancel cult

Steps from the nativity to the ends of Reality, showing the light and the dark are all the divinity's fault

One is everything and once the One multiplies, the Many drive the sanity into the sea of mixed up love

All for the orgasmic division of the gender identities, what it is is all there is, there's nothing else above.

Above all of us is a plethora of empty blackness, all around 360 degrees, for Space is infinite dead air

Love and hate take us all around the world in 1000's of days or it might be in 3 days, it matters, I care

But I don't know why, I know I'm gonna die, I think something of me will survive, not my head or toes

Nothing of my bones or muscles, not a recollection of good old days, fishin' up the Green River flows.

Told you but you forgot or I forgot to tell you, this and that are all there is about Life itself, it's a Sin

I always knew it even though my ma and pa denied it with the nuns, priests, great grand parent & gin

Drank more than my share but that's as it should be, I save others from the damage they would have 

On the search for what comes daily from dawn to dusk, it's always like this, too proud to be beggin'. 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to the @Temptations #GreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/gIbjBCJtdWk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?