#RIP @NormMcDonald #OldMcdonaldBoughtTheFarm #BeastVsGoddess

RETIREMENT PEDRO'S SCORE, CRACKED UP TO BE ME

All fighters, daughters' tortured sons, heaven & hell's chain of fools see Bozo's trees

Hydrogen and oxygen mixin' up with the nitrogen and too much helium in the holy sea

Men & women annointed with planetary silver & gold from holy wars, unholy thunder

Crusader rabbits and the rockin' steady #rastafarians from the above the down under.

Spending sawbucks and fins like they were goin' out of style until I got the Benjamins

Then it was the eight mile high sky that was my limit, coast to coast, CalMex, ATL/SEA

All time & the Space it's involved in being the measurement of conscious stoned breath

Forgetting & remembering before and after out birth may not be the same after death.

Thrills come & end in a hurry, age of reason to an acceptance phase of the co-existence

Transitory and a mere illusion that immortality of any THING is possible, it is nonsense

Nothing except Nothing itself lives and reproduces it's DNA in a pool of salt water fools

Far away, near another star a billion miles away, people live & die, here, now, bye bye!

Combination lock cannot be open without knowing the tweaks of the dial, left & righty

Starting and pausing at the zero, straight up and clean tumblers in the picking ala mode

Custard pie, double piece, chocolate oozing out both sides underneath whipped cream

Where's my java from the bucks or the city, make it a strong triple shot, I'm in a dream.

On a train that won't stop lest I pull the emergency chord, the brakes applied to get off

Stopped in an immaterial world lookin' for an immaterial girl, like it or not, it'll popoff

Like a cork that won't pop out my bottle's top, I'm stuck between lines, key of A, G or E

Looked away for a moment & everything changed into streams of muck headed to sea.

Drank smoke, sweated my labor, the angels all live and die in L.A. for a Nor-Cal mama

Born & bred in the second city where some seed planted roots to become intelligencia

Crazy me higher than a loose kite in the blue sky, tappin' my foot, talkin' the smack ball

Falls into place 'cause there's nowhere else to go, garden of Eden, here, now, that's all!

Virgins are fine but that means nothing to anyone outside of this planet's atmosphere

Random Randos made up the rules, callin' them facts of life, they copied dogs & cats

Herding and getting to the end of being alive without something eating your hot hair

Proof that it will be over will come when it's over, Bat Flu of COVid19, my nightmare!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, September XVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Madonna #LaIslaBonita & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zpzdgmqIHOQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StopThatSCAT or else...

 

ROLLED BONES' IN A FUNKY GROOVE, 12 SHORT SKIRTS & 3 LONG JACKETS

Formation of bare sons & daughters of gods, naked world's pieces roll up & down slippery slopes

Juggling this Italian piece of cake, way deep within the purple haze, corn pone pie down on Popes

Fix is in and the modus operandi is comin' down from the upper stratosphere's bytes and a piece

From the sombreros & turbins come the others, caps, hats, chapeaux & the middle of a tax seize.

Bums and junkies swimmin' in the puddle of mud in front of the entrance to the world of swirl

A competent genome appears out of nowhere because there was no other choice, it had to be

Never was a free will in the first or second place, just an illusion of critical thinking, logical scree

For all and for One, it's the foundation of the miracle, breathe in and breathe out, it's powerful.

Common enough for the power of the Will to suboordinate to the ignorant morons' high schools

Under the impression that everything you think is eternal is actually a finite entity of cows' bulls

Featured in the episodic nonsense you know is the end of the means, when it's over it's all over

Don't shoot the messenger or stab the one you won't let speak the Truth, unbelievable I love her.

Truth's too good to be true yet it's indubitably not false beyond a wild-eyed depository of doubt

Meaning it must be true or else this critique of pure reason is a fool's mission in Deep Space-Out

Things themselves evolve things & before there was anything, there was much ado about Nothing

Coming in last place is very handy when you want to avoid attention, let 'em eat cake dung fling.

Nefarious yet understated as the hood and robes allow, black on black in a darkness' urban edge

Noone knows what day they will give up the ghost & go awry for the presence to burst & bulge

Battles and whole wars for days or years, forty mor or less, all fought to kill the bottom feeders

It's what you & I get conceiving good, bad & holy ugly, there's no end goal for #Kiddy's breeders.

Burrowing deep down and then bobbing up to the surface of liquid sunshine, Earth one of many

Many meaning nothing at all, unseen dots of blown cosmic dust and the leftovers of po' tent city

Much bigger bang than I ever had since a supernova'd itty, bitty titty & heartache blowout soon

Mystical mountaintop comin', a stroke or two later to a boogie, to a way long gone, a full moon!

Bring your A-game to the far left and far right spectrum to show the rainbow before it dissolves

Aliens could do nothing hundreds of years ago and can't do anything about giants and the elves

Singing & pluckin' some animal leg strings, scrapin' washboard, blowin' a kazoo off the cybergrid

Undercover for the duration of the existence, nobody gets to know it all until you die, I'm the kid.

Fortune & Destiny mutually exclusive, nobody can do anything about things as they appear to be

Animated herds and flocks of things that breathe and breed without giving a damn for gods' she

Female stars above & beyond this planet indifference to the glee I feel for being the One & done

Received a 9-5 gift for serving God's masses, dead body bee's blood, little queenie's breath, son!

Infection in enamel cavities, holy root canal's primal torture, pain pills for grim troubles-no-more

Thirty teeth to begin with and on down to twenty-one, maybe even less, I don't want to know, so

I will just skirt the issue with the cells growing into self-sustaining pieces of the original sin's roots

Good & bad, the Unknown is the known Void from an Everlasting comes 24 oxymoron jack boots!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, September 14th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Modified the genome, blasted this out listenin' to Volue 2 of #BestOfSoulAndFunkyGroove on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CIfIU9mANGU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheLastDetailForgotten #NeverForget #YOUtoo

LADIES GOT NAKED, EXTINCTION OF A #ComeOnMan

Common denominators of infinite numerators are The Way to merge the conglomeration, tonic & gin

Without DNA fishin' around in cytoplasm, code replicated, all too human gods aren't egg's original sin

Think about it, right and wrong, good and evil, learned behavior from the matrix of random Brandos

Big time and all in a tiny space smaller than the head of a straight pin or even safety pin point blows.

Start when you feel you can handle the Truth, here it is as it has always been, now & then, forget it

It hurts to be in and out of love, ad infinitum, I'm vaccinated and you're carrying a killer viral germ

You will flush out the DNA that cannot survive the epidemic, if you have the luck of a million sperm

In the end, for a moment or a century there's a sweet spot in the center of your mind, COVid19 arm.

Apes naked or full of hair from head to toe, all are one and the one is all, hominid of life and death

If & only if you need to understand the Truth about your existence and the facts of life, gasp breath

It will not help but keep gasping as you discover that your most wild nightmare is actually what It is

A dream within a dream that you can never wake up from, you'll just remain in a bizarre #Woke fizz.

So then, the fractional display of the Truth is actually 1 over one, the meaning of Life is just old SPACE

You need your space & we all need our own hammer to spin around one sun, open book's pretty FACE

Fight for your right to fake freedom, worth dying for if in the end you're free of you, soul's vaccination

Monkeys know it's over when it's over, humans blinded faith in afterlife is worthy of supremacy in Sin.

Touched inside very deeply down to the utmost echelon of my being, somewhere at a conception

Inside darkness of motherly wombs, our fortune is to lie down on tarmacs in 70 revolutions of a sun

Knowledge and the wisdom required to wield it's mighty power are the things themselves, fool pity

Around the imaginary clock, sands of Time will disintegrate you from nuclei to imaginary, die to see!

Fix is in the tweets and the texts out of context, a snippet of reality to rationalize the irrational blue sky

As the world turns around and wobbles around the ecliptic, life lives and life dies in random evolution

Some brothers, mothers and fathers called it Our Fault that we're all here & now, I digress, liars do lie

Hot food in the refer, Void's cold as hell to feed pot smoke, mad donna's extinction, #ComeOnMan!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, September 13th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{ #SeptemberRememberEleventh #2001 jammed while listenin' to #ThePlatinumCollection of @DeepPurple ( 3.5 hours ) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ivd1lk8ys5A & @EarthWindAndFire #September link @ https://youtu.be/Gs069dndIYk & #MyOldApartment & HITS OF @BareNakedLadies link @ https://youtu.be/Pv7kodfFXpA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#LETSroll