#ConfusionContusion #CountingInfiniteCrows #BorderPatrolHeroes #MedalsOfHonor

BURY A 93.1 SNARK, DEEP DIVE TO TIGHTEN UP SKIP'S DIPS

Muscles used until they're eaten or shat or burned up in a vehicular flaumbet, a blow

I walked right into the lion's den knowing that I stunk like cat food, a fake feline roast

Least I think that was me, it was my empty soul of infrared intranet intercourse toast

Random Rando brand of a human being, may not be a fully vetted mosquito do-si-do.

Charged ahead, put it on a morgue slab I can't repay, never catch myself lovin' at 1 zen

Yet it's all I know, all of what I see ahead and behind by a periferal vision behind 4 walls

I see the back of my head, my long haiku of the imbeciles goes 5 then 7 then 5 AGAIN

Flipped over right on the surface of the indian chiefs headdress of eagles, got the bawls.

Before the olden days when old men didn't wear blue jeans with bell bottoms in fade

Mimicking for what it's worth, givin' it all you got if you get half a chance to get so laid

Important substance is leaking out of the ozone layer of empty air, high in Dutch fudge

Will to survive the attempts at suicide and homicide crowding out the Space's nudge.

Mighty mice & men without experience of moving about in an outer limit of the kids

Being the billion deposits of random, rowdy DNA swingin' dicks & ova boomin' tweaks

With or without me it was always going to happen just like this, 1 more hits the skids

Don't need anything but the hard and soft of the roll rockin', swamps to snow peaks.

It's not the origin or the destination that's as important as a journey from a toy dojo

Drama playin' hit me & I'll hit you back, block me, block you, fool's actin' like the dick

Dumb luck of being in the right place at the right time, tricks' treats will get you so sick

In or out of the costumes to cover the naked bones walkin' & drivin' 'round the metro.

Hags and trolls all paired up for the ilk to reject the principles & apostasy's Dr. Rhetoric

You got a right only if you're allowed the permission to reatain that blind COVid19 bat

Tongue hung out parched into the cheek, swipin' the bone-dry, root-covered slapstick

As if it's got a mind of it's own, ethics & morality a function of l, imaginary ego, bullscat.

What is worse than the best of the best?  Listen to the sirens sing their song of the sea

Far, far away from this spinnin' wobble rock, I hate the love of the stench of God's blow

Too far gone to ever get back to a point of no return, one dog don't hunt no more, see?

Moved, rock matter from first to last frame, smooth black silk, mellow as yellow snow.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, September 23rd, 2021 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST  #StupidIdiotReadTeaLeaves

{ No comin' back after I took a sip my Black Jack Daniels, then shot six shots down the hatch, ain't #Woke, you may be therefore, I leave you #RoundHere from #AugustAndEverythingAfter with @CountingCrows https://youtu.be/SAe3sCIakXo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PrehistoricExcellence #IronButterfly #OrganicFlats #ScreechinElephantitis ##BestOfStewieGriffin #BruceLeeLegend Want my #Nickelback

 

IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN, BABY...I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!

Inagadadavida baby, you know it's true, got hung by a jury of peers, a thing itself phenomenon

Where you're from you're blind faith hopin' for a free walk on wild side of a princess' eggs' DNA

Out of your control, your pretend will to power is a mere loan on advantage, one high IQ quest

Evolution without any committment from a divine thing without form, no 1st 2 people incest!

On a cross, crucified or exiled to the desert for being a miscreant, an evil genius, just a wee kid

Matter without any phantoms left over once it dissolves into the goo of soylent green koolaid

Poppin' a mitotic divide into billions of knock-offs from the original One & monkey on my back

It's soft but ain't too soft, it's a trip of blind cult of the blue oysters and clams from godsmack.

Apple sauce made from the apple tree grown out of the apple seed that appeared out of gods

If not gods then WTF will happen when we all die, no valhalla or cielo-hades' hounddog bloods

Wonder is in the bread that grew out of the grain, the sustenance of that & the H2O made me

I don't speak for anyone but myself, it's my inheritance from my grandfathers & #TheWives, si?

Movement that goes underground for the final six foot plunge, covered with metal or star dirt

Philosophical suspension of reason and rhyme, to a living moron hung up on the screamin' flirt

Bums & junkies get behind the counter to be budtenders of the candy, vaccinated apothocare

Profits to pay the taxes to the powers that be and everybody in the state and county are happy.

Anything alive that isn't dead can't be eaten, nothing can be eaten alive, it's gotta be dead meat

Beginning with the mother's milk or the formula of animal lactose full of vitamins & mineral ilk

Not of this world yet of this system of being a dot in a blazing blast of brightness in a pope's seat

Until death do us part, but why?  I thought my personality, my consciousness survives?  It don't!

Killers are creators of the things we praise and mock without ending until we take one last gasp

Trapped inside the 208 bones, we all are, you're really nothing more special than the dead ones

Out of the angels' city or the old dukes of York, coast to coast it's cast upon broads & the chicks

Unknown as hush puppies walkin' the dog with my yoyo, occultists' spirits who got exiled licks.

No saints and no damned souls that have karma to dream about forever, in the end, it's dead air

Food for thought is scarce but leftovers of freedom's fridge will shame you on a dance on a pole

Brooms will sweep your arse away like a wind storm in the blind eye of a cyclone, a typhoon hit

We're the walkin' Clarences and Clarices who get swallowed by alien hunger's suck into a hole.

Not cool to be the original mortality's disobedient culprit, couldn't leave the apple alone, thanks

Now here and now, our rewards and punishments depend on code revolution of Earthly red dirt

Come on man, evolution or special creation in a garden of paradise, somewhere way back when

Now here we are left to guess, educated or random choice, you stole cache, infinite's Cat Den.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, September 22, 2021 A.D. @ 11:11 AMPST

{  Drafted while jammin' to some @BigSmo' #DirtRoadCode link @ https://youtu.be/XcmK_kHpx88 #KinLetsRock #TwistOneUp & some @IronButterfly #Inagodadavida link @ https://youtu.be/UIVe-rZBcm4 & #EndOfTheInnocence @DonHenley https://t.co/sFCWzEQXdO?amp=1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FascinatingNumbers #ZeroToZero #EverybodyShutDown

TOLLWAY FREEWAYS & SNOW, WHINING SPY VS SPIES

Living in the middle of here & now, there you go, it's all you get, tents & the filthy dirt

Earth, mankind and the rest of the Cosmos cannot hold a candle to the sun, the Star 1

Oh, the humanity and inhumanity of civilization & the saturated nature of Reality fun

Beings alive from cell mitosis & the blind faith in a revelation from a Ghost that I hurt.

Bums and junkies know one another, they are one and the same, every bum's a junkie

Chump change exchanged between the victims of anti-abortionists, holy welfare scree

Incompetent competance at being an ignoramus, I ain't lyin' either, it's no joke, I shun

These and those but neither you nor I have been indoctrinated ova zygotic revolution.

In precession of a procession, there is a launch of your immortal soul in a great above

What in hell that means nothing at all to a corpse with eyes wide open & lips unloved

Ghost like the invisible "feeling" you get from the memory and recollection of a spoof

A representation of the fading conclusions represented by intuition and a priori proof.

Go and rest your case upon the ultimate assumption for a logical, rational homo sapien

Like you & your mama, even if you're an orphan, you're immersed in a mortal One's sin

No conscious memory yet hammered into a subconscious acceptance of the tool of Will

Power to intend & affect effects, to be First Cause of things themselves, dressed to kill.

I'm good & you're bad, things change & then it all stops cold without a next day, ah hell

Not a brief moment in Time leftover, Space is infinite but whatever we are, it's noone's

Maybe two or three or a multiplicity of temporal infinitives, as old as living dead sons

Somewhere over jails' rainbows, burnt sun, moon & heaven's blow, strung out cowbell.

Been up and down during the sky's above, only eight miles straight up above, bygones

As if a beanstalk wasn't climbed nor fallen from, as if Jack had choices of a drawn chit

Nothing but air above & below, Space and Time conventions of abstract bitches & sons

In a canine sense of being a stud or a bitch, ain't nothing that's all too human about it.

Omega to the Alpha puts you at the consciousness of the Ends, your End, it's clear light

Past is conventional cerebral cortex neuronal sparks, the life we know as soul shine, I

You or anyone's secret, occult circles of rings & revolutions of dog-gods' angel flight

Out of spy insight, out of your mind, why are you here man?  Woman?  Aye, lass, aye!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, September 21st, 2021 A.D.  @ 8:88 AMPST

{ #MalfunctionInTheJunction occured during this draft of the 21's & inspired by listenin' to an apology for nothing by @Edward_Snowden1 link @ https://youtu.be/V1WpET8_-A0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?