#Provider #Usurper = #ExtinctonOfSpecies

 

LIVER YOU THINK YOU ARE?  BLACKJAX, EXCUSE ME, YOU'RE A MORTAL HUMAN

Intercourse of the subjects and predicates precede the wisdom of the hand-me-down

A connundrum which has no explanation or solution, yet it's the priority one It will own

Black eyes got punched again, bloody nose this time a split lip, knocked me down on blows

Waiting for the payback that comes when it comes, could be now or never, who, he knows.

Back porch gettin' higher than the sycamore trees surroundin' my territory, an insider's job

Black powder gonna be inside my arm-guns, tattooed and fired up with the brown water hi

Perfection mounting before the annhilation of the whole shebang, Earth, moon, planets' sun

All one and the same when you look back on it, like it was before your conception deception.

Saints in cities are all gone, nothing and nobody to depend on sleepin' under the overpass' lid

Bad girls and bad guys willing to beat you and end your life, to keep their own, inferior DNA Id

In charge of nothing but the steps ahead or behind you are, other than that the fight's all over

Hung out 'til I got hung up on sharp spikes of a tree's limb, smacked horse ass, hung 'em high!

Don't get me wrong even though I pride myself on always being right, Being deceived by God

A tiny projection of an iconic shape, circle, triangle, square and the other sides, five to infinity

Ends and means conincide for the good of the One, when you're One, You're One, no denying

If you're not One, life will become more difficult with the pain & suffering, got fear & loathing.

Pour me 1 more for the road, straight up, no rocks, not kidding, no joke man, I'm drive home

If and when I get to the target of my aim, I'll dwell in and poke the bull's eye, when in Rome

Or Schenechtedy or Spokane, you must blend into the menudo, never stand out on a bender

It's good practice to remain in stealth 'til you can become invisible at your will, return sender.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 1, 2021 ANNO DOMINI @ 6:66 PMPST

{ Jacked this #BlackPowder out the musket while listenin' to @EricChurch #JackDaniels link @ https://youtu.be/aYtt94iT2tU & #DrinkInMyHand in an infinite stegecoach loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/o3YCahylqVk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LadiesAllInsaneInShambala #NOTED #NeverBeenToHeavenJustOklahoma #IDontRemember #ItDontMatterAnyways #JoyToTheWorldOfFishesInTheDeepBlueSea

 

LET US RIDE A SINGLE SEAT, NO SISSY SEAT, TO SHAMBALA'S TIGHT SQUEEZE

Nest empty of the zygotic divide of love birds and their ilk, parrots & canaries singin' songs

Some right, some wrong, others left & still the majority flank on the right, right the wrongs

Can never accomodate that notion in the violence of universal presence, it's a thing in a vial

Monopoly of the polygamy to procreate, one guy's progeny and nobody else's for survival.

Baked on red Earth, underneath some skin & bone, animated by an unconscious crush to be

More that you feel an obligation to restore confidence in the sector of DBA within holly balls

Which is where the word of nuts came from, are you nuts, are you nutty, a swift kick in the...

In the frying pan & in the boiling pot of water, I fake cuisine as if I'm a chef, menu downfalls.

The forks are centered, the tires are true to the engine's magnificent knucklehead motor hags

Maintenance required now and then less often because I carry my cycle tools in saddlebags

Birth of one's father and mother is essential to existence as I know it, I am the form of matter

Tinkered about recombination of black & blue genes, allele mutated DNA into prey of prayer.

At the altering of the sacrifice, give up your calf or goat or pig to be put upon the pyre, hot air

More than a human has the right to inhale, the air envelope of the monkey is all there is here

I wished 3 times that the facts of life should be:  enjoy the highway robbery, mask up for me

Pumped up for one disease that will kill me, living large on public dolemite, yo mama's free?

Nothing is free though, you ought to know that you & I've no idea what's goin' on o'er here

Blind faith in your being saved when you die, from death & disease of inorganic matter fear

All of it is academic, eating and drinking to live to be a hundred or more, survival's the key

Twisted in a keyhole, the lock & load, my hog slings high horsepower to asphalt, slams me.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER ONE, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Cranked out of a mirror to the bizarro world of ancestral Supermen & Wonderwomen while listenin' to the #DelawareDestroyer on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/KDd7wBXTIRc & @ThreeDogNight #NeverBeenToEspanol link @ https://youtu.be/1mBfGylG6dY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DynamoPunchInTheSolarPlexis #TeamNobody #SpidersAndSnakes

LOVERS, KILLERS & HOT-DAMNED ENDS WORKED IT ALL OUT

Sorrow rivers form life that'll fade away soon, certain to be full of wasted jetlag's dazed pose

Fired and hired for no good reasons at all other than I'm a fool for your nylons, fine with hose

It's a miracle that I made it here and now without my thirteen year old, a new teenager selfie

Did what I could to waste away the days and nights without even trying, it was an easy trippy.

Bums and junkies let it all go away with the alcohol, dope and selective amnesia for the pains

Suffering a little and flyin' around the games people play, visiting a spell and then disappears

All of it, some of it, none of it is important as it seems when you still breathe and beat hearts

Into the plowshares and investments in the air's land and sea, Mother Earth of the high Arts.

Ape comes to mind, white ones, black ones, brown ones, yellow ones, red, white & blue ones

All of them come down from the airplanes & rockets that went up and never came down it

Pole to pole and coast to coast I can see & feel the moment, it's comin' and GD it, dead lives

I forgot that I dreamed all of this for the last 8 decades of days and nights, with all my wives.

Don't leave without knowing that just One of your parents had a good time conceiving you

Labored out mama put my feet on the ground, scooted, crawled, walked, a moment's blues

Ma & pa did the job, all I did was look like the product of the producers, now long gone too

Punks, bums & junkies who moved cars & bloody trailers over-the-road mirrors of COVid flu.

I got it, you get it & I gotta go, go, go because it's all runnin' out of the Time in this Space

Bleeding & leaking out of a holy hole in the atmosphere, breakin' up & breakin' to depart

208 bones from a code in DNA to a corpse in the box of formaldyhyde, my father's phart

Alcohol & junk have nothing at all on me, lovin' the One they all are, a dead book of Face.

Too far gone to find the Way to comebacks that mean a thing more than, all fade to black

Rockin' around in circles of jerks, freedom's all we want & need, ain't getting change back

Dead & gone from the git-go, one zygote on a host of 7th sons, quarterback barking plays

We had it together for a moment, a second later it passed us by, a glory day's #Yoyo gaze.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER 1ST, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Jammed out of the psyche @3 AM while listenin' to #WastedDaze @JohnMellencamp & @BruceSpringsteeen  link @ https://youtu.be/IQBYzna9n8A }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?