#BareNakedLadies #EverybodyLives in a #MadMadMadMadWorld #KickBacksForNobody #BeeTheBawlVessel #KeepItUp #ClosedTheBidenBorderKamela

HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE GOTTEN HERE & NOW?  GENDER I.D. MAMA IT ROCKED!

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You may be me, maniacal but you may be a normal phenotype of the genome, y'all know what I'm sayin'?

I didn't think so, but you will by the end of this tune, you and I are on the same page right?  Let us rock chit

Simpsons are fictional and you & I are the real things, you know the thing itself, it is the Ones and the only

A mean man and a mean woman who come to your home, knocking to see who lives inside, comeon man!

Crypt I'm buried inside of cannot be located by the minds of humanity, such geni cannot be found in/out

The con is within the code written by nobody alive anymore, commandments & theorems of God's shout

Morons left over from the idiots and imbeciles who crawled out of muck and mire, proud sponsor of my Id

In the Oak or in the Sac, there are homeless camps on your corner, humanity from the netherworld, no I.D.

Karmageddon of L.A. & the S.F. baby boys who grew up hittin' & catchin' their balls in jocks & their tea cups

Nothing inside of the grooming of the boys other than, catch the ball, throw the ball, swing the bat, oh pups

Dogs of war came home and made grandbabies who camp in lean-to'z, under freeways,  a portopottez stance

Unmoved mover cannot clean up the matter and it's poisoning the energy of the Marxist lovers of ignorance.

Still the bare and naked ladies show their skin and bones, only to give up the Spice of scatological, holy Spam

Unmoved from the porches of the middleclass now, they come into your house now & take all your bad goods

Messed up hair, pretty faced i-Phones ready to take your icon away, pretend to be a genius ' college grad scam

Here, here, listen to the town crier opening ears to the Truth, survival of the fittest dolts, revolutionary broods.

Cease and desist all of your Philosophy of Ethics, cancel culture using Plato & Aristotle to annhilate a wet dream

There're many forms of a few important things roaming Earth dirt, planet just rocks stoned, it's how they all roll

Downhill and from the core to the  vacuum of intergalactic Space, not just this star's system, the All Star, we One

Seventh son or not, it's a dream within a dream as the story of Poe goes, props Edgar, nailed One to a cross, Son!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER VIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BareNakedLadies link @ https://youtu.be/e097aQlPbjs?t=21 & @BrianMcKnight 2019 concert #Still & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/pz-iG1RS1L4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheKybalion #PlayBall #SignOnSignOffDropOff #TeenageTruckdriversAtSixteenRollinTurnpikesAndFreeways

 

COME INSIDE THE HOLE, LAST STOP FOR SPARKS OF WISDOM

Occult's theosophy word salad creed of holy, patient surgeons, proves antiMatter fell asleep

Hermes Trimisgrestis, Cabal yin is the Bible yang, maximum Energy compressed in too deep

So far, a Force is present, missed the past & forgot that I'd already lived in One's future thing

Seven magic words follow:  mental, correspondence, vibration, polarity, L.A. rhythm timing.

Cause/Effect & Gender have something to do with everything, 7th sons are the only ones

By which awakening in the middle of a deep sleep opens wide the invisible gates of sons

Spirits roam both day and night, invisible yet within every atom, all molecular forms of Id

Intellectual ignorance is the way down the middle, a centered place in space, off the grid.

Now, I move and then I am immobile and decripit, as if I was never conceived by Ma & Pa

Still born and grown to a septegenarian just because I got lucky five or six times, it's a law

In the center of the dot, a period of displaced Space is left without the memory of carnation

A flower, red, white or blue yet still the colors of everything yellow and green, mortal sin.

What the dead say when they die are words only they'll comprehend, it's spoken in tongues

Ancient masters thoughts and written words are in the cave, it's dark and impossible to read

If you don't already know the reason for ignorance, you'll find out as soon as you smoke high

You're a thug and just like the rest of us, it doesn't matter if you believe it, 208 bones will die.

Chance is overruled by one intent of Will, One power to force effects to move into stasis' glow

At One, present & mmobile as the Unmoved Mover was and will always be, except here & now

We all are inside and outside of the same thing, seeing is believing, blinded eyes see clear light

Happy and not as happy as we once were, just because you thought you were pretty, lost fight.

Turned lead into gold in my mind, the innocent ignorance led to the realization of a brass tack

There's nothing but a mind here, I am thinking I am, therefore guess what?  I am, so, GTF back

Without me here and now, I can't think or recall anything at all, Past or Future, revin' a hotrod

Meaning that power is entombed in a crypt to reproduce the Work, remember Adam and God.

Just until we're smokin' sick on either a hospital or your home death bed, we'll keep the blinded

Who stared at the sun too long in their childhood and now can barely see the light, That is dead

Wise arse my father called me just for kicks and giggles, he knew of my circular jerk prowess too

Apple didn't fall far from the tree, I picked it up & bit a byte, simply, an all too human, COVID flu.

Margie & Connie gave their all but it wasn't enough, the species had reached its extinction code

Way back when The Code was created from mutation or intention, momentarily lapsed life mode

Infinity like a sattelite cable system brings the sound and vision closer to home, under the tables

Life's too short if you have a good time but it's too long if you're decrepit in a dirt hole in a crypt.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER VIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Jacked out my #5HoleHead this AM listenin' to #TheKybalionByTheThreeeInitiates "7 Hermetic Principles - The Kybalion by The Three Initiates on youTube @ https://youtu.be/3zWKrVibH64 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheGhetto #ServeSomebodyGoodOrEvil #LiveLoveLeave #RewireYourInvisibleHook #Hathaway & #Dylan

AUDIO-RADIO MERRY XMAS?  BACK YO' MAMA'S @GOTDADDY BOOK'D FACE

There is indeed a tiger in your tank, an atom with infinite momentum, on the way to crash

Into the stoned wall that is the end of Times, here and now in Space, a wisp of cold cash

Leave it all alone, don't think about the morons and idiots who head your clan, your idiots

Related to most who came before you and I, a viral DNA/RNA herd of subatomic copilots.

Think like an ape, where's your food storage for future hunger pain?  Where's sex or god

Everywhere and nowhere, the numbers go up and down, extinction should get dead blood

Bled out of the veins & arteries as the frozen water melts in rivers' flows down to the sea

Bygones and bylines from the philosopher inside your acid hole, your genome's set free.

Oldest man to ever breathe the contaminated oxygen, nitrogen & hydrogen's war & peace

He turned a hundred and somethin' since he was born before the depression of 1919 AD

He was a baby when there was no food stamps but potatoes, mashed, fried french & free

Deep burned in grease, masticated and defecated, doubledback to original golden fleece.

Confetti is the fuel for the celebration, a random rain of crumbled tree, all processed pulp

Raining down from somewhere above or below us, a gravitational collapse of moral help

Gods are all extinct, humanity is well on the way to the pacification of Atilla's Thor bulls

Punks, brides & grooms for one thrust of a rational, an infinite cesspool of Unforgetables.

#Woke you up dudes and chicks because sleeping while driving your car cannot survive It

That dog don't hunt, the cars have left the parking garage, rubber meeting a turnpike teat

Witch spells of the Ides of March and the End of Times, December 31st, the olden years

Mask over your face that has no effect on the living, breathing of all animals, unmaskers.

Why do only human beings have the flatulent breath of @COvid19, an evil spell hoax/hex

Don't play, we need to mask up all animals on Earth, prevent RNA/DNA transmission of X

Except for the racoons and snakes, they're too vicious to keep a mask on their vicious lips

Facts of life were never told, what were they again?  Just Smile!  Jesus' holy ghost, RIPs!

Clones of my self, crawling, walking, running, flying, swimming, we're all hungry for love

Regardless of the desire, there's a deep-down need, requirement for an effulgence's sea

If you leave the scene on the screen and get in back of curtains where moms & pops see

Some too old to recollect, some just dead and gone, some left over without a sky above.

Happiness is where you go, poloroid instant, you have been captured in a frame, the hurt

Or Commanche or Iriquois or Plainsmen who walked up and down hills, floated downriver

To the mecca you and I enjoy every single day, anywhere you look, paradise on Earth dirt

Once finished, it is done, no more reasons to live alive in the evil and good gods, it's over!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER Vth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{  Jacked out of my noggin's mind this AM while jammin' to @BobDylan #ServeSomebody on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wC10VWDTzmU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?