#CHICAGO @CHICAGO GO HAWKS! #princed @PRINCE

GOD ALMIGHTY, A SENSE OF HUMOROUS TENDENCIES

For one last time, you move, a force within sparks a sanctum's stage of idiotic funk fun

Responsible for evacuation of God's bowels, moving silver & gold, an Earth of Zeus' son

Of the bottom feeders allowed to exist with impunity due to their nuclear missile stroll

Gods of thunder comin' down in a New York/Peking minute, dawn to dusk, let US roll.

Bums and junkies rollin' into the bus and railroad stations after they breached borders

Got in and won't be let out, ever, forever locked into the way of the American breeders

Not me of course, but there's some ugly ones, oughta morph into a man-hippopotamus

Consume the dirt and rocks in a monster explosion designed to return Earth to goddess.

Fun or strife, either way you're gonna die at the end, no spirit will rise above Earth dirts

You will be deep within the bowels of the station you've come to know as home sweets

Die or live a hundred years, more or less and you'll see nothing more clear than it hurts

That you've been abandoned by family and gods, all alone in the center of Id's defeats.

Never giving up unti the final desperate gasp & then a release of muscle power to hold

On to the bowels of the universe within the empty Void of the Cosmos' holy ghost fold

Invisible infancy and transparent eternity merge into the thing itself, left alone, heaven

No fire at one center of Earth's core nor the sun's effulgence of immaculate conception.

A mirage in the glory of unknown ignorance and naivety due to beginning in dark black

It's a womb of experience we all learn to know in that darkness & it's gonna come back

To haunt you, to remind you that you ain't all of that & you can never be, it's impossible

Acceptance of communion with X-factors before The Ends is what it's all about, in HELL!

Woe be tide you, sister used to say, the nun with the hooded robes without facemasks

We thought the brides of Christ had it all together, they had rosary beads clankin' tasks

Runnin' around with kids in the playground, keepin' them busy and distracted from sex

At some point down the road, separation occurred, segregation of the genders, all T-Rex.

Meaning dissolved into the failed genome of DNA infused rocks and salty mud of a Void

Black, no color, nothing to see here, don't even look around, up or down, nothing there

Man or no man, this is all there is here and now, rock, paper & scissors, I win, you lose

Woman or no woman, the better half is a wonderful hope and dream come true, a ruse.

Monkeys know it all, ask any of them in cages or in the wild, they'll tell y'all it, the thing

Bananas for you and everything else, all they need if food, shelter, sex and a refuse arc

Where all is wasted and digested for the fuel to run the system, power of pooh poohing

You know you want it, I do to but we've no choice, it's either live or you die, I'm a snark!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST

{  #Jackedup this AM while listenin' to @PRINCE, link @ https://youtu.be/tTwyVNnfjzU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DivisionMultipliesAdditionalSubtractions #GeometricProgressives #BidenismBrew #WarWhatIsItGoodFor #GTFO of Vietnam's Yellow Seas! @DarylsHouse @TheOjays #LoveTrain

 

INSIDE OF THE OUTSIDE OF OUTER SPACE'S SOUL

It's a matter of Time in this Space ad infinitum, over easy or hard, what'll be will be

Supermen or gods and dogs of war move the things from origin to termination ends

A piece of the whole thing may not be enough of the puzzle to guess the whole image

It appears to be a color and a shape, unknown which of either, it's a thing itself, my age.

It didn't have to be this way but that's the way it goes, future is already done gone rogue

Nothing matters at all, love and charity and faith and belief and trust and hope, it's vogue

Like me or not, it's the message that's the reason for the string of a thought modulation

A mixed message no more, just this, this just in, when you die, you're dead & all gone.

Some hard times and maybe every time is the good times, bad times being dead mankind

Species extinction, annihilations of you & yours, friends & foes, all in a cosmic soup line

Pink lemonade gettin' you drunk on the sugar and bitterness of your Waldo decision day

Minds are over Matter, can you read the teleprompter and read what we told you to say?

Becoming your father was wrong therefore it's time to make it right, in retrospective sin

I did not impregnate your mother, someone else did that, I was just the 'poster dad' of Gin

Drank a lot of that with tonic & all that I was was a lot of Nothing that looked like mine

Head to toe, inside and out, familiar yet a stranger to what It all will be, human or divine.

Monkeys roamed and settled down near the shores of water, to eliminate their stench of hair

All that they ever were came to beating on skins and strumming tendons, singin' to get a pair

Of what males need to procreate the beauty of the species' dream, a king or queen comedy hit

7.2 earthquakes help make Ends, it's a dusted up, Earth-blown core in elliptical, counter orbit.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted listenin' to #EdwinStar #WAR on youTube @  https://youtu.be/_d8C4AIFgUg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheMuseIsMusicToMyHeaders #TheresNoBeginningAtTheEnd #ThisTimeReallyReallyReally #RollDownTheWindowForHoneys #BeepHonkies #DownToTheHonkyTonk @Jake_Owens @PapaRoach #LastResort

 

<3  <3  <3

HEY MAN!  YOYO HIT THE ROAD WITH BLOWN WIZARDS, DUMB SMART!

Begging the questions that come up as we suckle upon the fruit of our loom

Coming to Ends by any means possible is what Life itself is all about, doom

It's not 'cause that's your need or desire yet it's a necessary condition's beat

Or not to be all too human, animated bone-bag of conscious sunlight's heat.

The ultimate final termination of the repetitious reincarnation feast is nigh

It's coming just as certain as the Big Bang's origin of this universe on high

My thoughts and ideas have never been my own, I adopted the "You rungs"

All too human men and all of life on Earth is a miracle, 1 Cause of shebangs.

To listen to music of treble trouble & bass love of Life's fear of Death's gown

Not just insignificant or self-aggrandizing, the thing itself that you are down

Once and for all, this being the last brief suck, a last gasp of gas, lips agape

It's all over when it is all over, it's all comin' down, like it or not, let us vape!

On the other hand, we can assist species annihilations, extinct, it'll be as it is

Almost there, no, I'm already gone, comin' out of my DNA that I Am, so true

Unless the extraction process of God's aliens' UFO abduction caused pizzazz

Compared to everything else in the universe, imagine as God, Life is not Oz.

Be outside of the only thing you know as YOU, a moment & you jump, vault

Sympathetic to the Evil and the Live, the Good and the Bad, it's not my fault

Nothing that happens on Earth is my personal responsibility, I'm free-agent

Where and when I am what I am and why I continue without being godsent.

Monkeys in general, all apes from tiny tree jumpers to large cave's of stench

Where the leaks out of munching groves of homos sapped the cherry punch

They took their gatherings & buried them underground with bones of punks

Mothers & fathers all of y'all used to be, daughters' sons' pile of slam-dunks.

To Buddha or a Christos bearing ancestral worship of Ra, Zeus, Jehovah or It

Apes honor the origin they can see from inherited heritage, ignorance bliss

Where, when, why & even how isn't important, it's over when it's a Mother

Dirty Dummy's of Taqiyya, 'x' factors atone for inception's bang, blow her!

Godmothers give the holy and mighty the chance to survive in the desert

Feeding and diapering until independent and blamable for causes of hurt

Desire of the good, the bad and the beautiful or the ugly is a staple of gods

Outside of Earth, either before or after our deaths, all is done for Nimrods.

Your dead ancestors and future unborn descendants will live & die for a toke

If they find you're correct in an assumption that we're all gonna die, no joke

They would kill you to stop you from letting all of the people become wiseaz

Your mother and father, dead or alive, mere tools to get you flower's hi-gas.

Pointed, aimless progress toward termination of heartbeats, gaspin' breath

Thoughts about fearing that you can no longer be afraid of monsters & sins

Of ancestors & of children who grew nothing but ate it all, down the hatch

It's no matter, the purpose of It being here & now, is a nugatory purgatory.

Punishment and reward for obedience to the law, then there's random chit

Not your personal fault in this life of yours, some carried over karma babble

What you did before is what you're responsible for, it's a pretzel logic puzzle

It ends nowhere with nothing left to see or do, heaven can wait, for shizzle!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 15th, 2021 A.D.  @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Compared to the alternative, at least I woke up this AM although not being #Woke allowed me to deposit this gem with #EyesWideOpenlyClosed & listenin' to @JohnCougar #ThisTimeIThinkImReallyInLove in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GLSi0AyoPuE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?