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ADAM'S TASK IS TO BE LUCY'S BALLS, SHOULDN'T IT BE SEWER-FACED?

As pretty as the morons and idiots who were born on Earth to our mothers & fathers, we're a FAX

Umpires will call you out on a checked swing, you're OUT and you've got nothing but an anti-climax

In the space of four bases, first to home is a long way but it's right there in front of your hot blood

You can't always get what you want even if you try to go up to bat and feel the ball crash the wood.

Kigns and queens are as special as they've always been, who fights for the peace and war to kill a son

You do, they do but I do not, War is only the disagreement between the weak and the strong, all pain

Nothing is going to last forever even if it's lasting after you personally exit the fromage of the climax

Just an ejaculation and a conception of what has been since the creatiion of spontaneous combustion.

Being the first or the last is not important in the extinction of the species, it's all the way it's gonna be

Sitting on your nuts like a squirrel on the top of your fence, lookin' in while you're lookin' out for them

Keeping a corraled tree in a garden of Eden is the paradise of varmints & pretty whims of high women

You gotta go back to Eden, fly like a loose eagle who never got lost but flew the coup to live in the sky.

Idiots  & infidels born  like the genii who make your three wishes come true, illusion of kicked sueprs

Keep it all queer like your brothers and sisters born from other mothers and fathers, cosmic blackness

It's death to you, the end of your life and you're not goin' to Valhalla, all cows and bulls will be burgers

Or just dust and bones in a box of wood or satin sheets, full of hot formaldyhyde & apriocot preserves.

Dead and alive we cry to the empty skies that we've been cheated on, you wife, your husband, all gone

Moving on to the rest of the story, the rest of the living dead on a rock in the middle of nowhere, Bill?

William the Shat, fired it up, pulled the trigger & now the vision of nothing at all resumes a life of Me

Reason & purpose can take a hike, you're lucky you've been born & get the chance, to be or not to be!

Underground is below the dirt but not the full six feet, just under the topsoil, black or red dirty laundry

All left turns even if it's just One Way, the only way is the way you wil lenver go, it's a matter of Time

In the empty space both above and below this vast planet of the ape & worm, the warantee is expired

Something is wrong becuase it's apparent that Nothing is right, matter, energy, time, Space, God dead.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 15th, 2021 Anno Domini

{ Jammed while listenin' to the mighty two whiteys, @Armstrong_Getty sharin' profits on the SWAG & listenin' to the dialogue & monologue as presented @kste650AM & often listenin' to #Desperado by the @Eagles on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/Z_s1KIJA5cw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@KickTheSheetOutOfYourBed #TimeToDrinkTheEndingForever @CaptKirk #WilliamShatnerPunkinSpace #TheEagles #BillyShatner @EddieMoney

  

THE HOLIEST SCAT EVER DEFACATED, GENDERED A-BELL LINGO OF A BLACK DOG

This isn't as ironic as it appears to be if you don't wonder why you're here & now in this waking dream funk

High enough to kick Despair's phuqing popular pasttime, this is my rodeo & I'm ridin' the Brahma bull's scat

From one's pile of manure you've hidden from the social crowd who get offended by your reminder of stink

Stench is an olfactory quality of wasted time in a wasted place, it appears that the whole shebang has stunk.

Wasted Time in this Space is what you want to do if you do it but you can spend your sparky verve on Scat

It's bigger than it appears at first glance, no thanks to you or I, we're just lucky to be here for a NY minute

A momentary lapse of irrational reason comes when you least expect the moment of AHA, it's all what for

For all of us, the dead, the living and the not even conceived yet, Humanity is the common denominator.

Mercury to Pluto we've analyzed the dot matrix to remain on the circumference of insanity & the G-power

Gangsters who are alive on Earth, thanks to the mating ritual of the savages, high priests & vestile virgins

Evening it all up because it's out of whack and the fodder for the herd's empty bellies, God won't blow her

It's the law of conservation, Nothing more nor less than too much or not enough salted sea of ghosts' fur.

Extraterrestrial or Earth's #WokeTheory of being reeducated in Good & Evil of the ancestors' survivability

In the matrix, in the petri dish of the cosmic porridge, you are in the middle of it until your last gasp of air

Critical Race Theory is but a theory and NOT the Truth about the reason that the species survived hunger

Not a joke or a game, everybody alive needs to eat and drink to keep the consciousness viable, eh buster?

Sodium chloride for everyone, hydrogen and oxygen goes around and comes around, refiltered, infinite red dirt

Of the star that shines the hot effulgence into our DNA zone, all the way down to the heart & soul, suck it up flirt

With the opposite gender you find under your head's impression, if all homo sapiens were asexual, it'd be done

All over in a New York minute, a Chicago flash in the pan or living in hell in the city of the lost, dark wing angels.

Beyond the twilight zone both above and below this terrestrial blue marbel, as Billy Shatner saw One holy Hole

Wants to never return until there's no choice, there's a love now for one Life on Earth, search for the miraculous

Things to be & to do, that were invented by a Will to Survive at all costs, be safe & sound from bad guys' livers

Punks, hoodlums, junk lovin' candy shooters who become the wasted bones & blood, extinct in honeybee hives.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 08:16 AMPST  { Jeudi AM }

{ Crafted from the edge of empty sets' parentheses & listenin' to the mighty @Keb'Mo' #GoodStrongWoman on youtube link @ https://t.co/ZuwY2ejPxs?amp=1 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RottenRipeRipped #ACircleJerkOutOfNowhere @JohnColtrane & @MilesDavis #InSeparateWays

 

MISINTERPRETATION OF REALITY'S SOLO PERCEPTION

You are in this to win it or you're a loser on the verge of extinction, your fix is bunk in the dells

This thing you are, the thing itself before your name of your parental lineage in the sky's T-cells

Function of the calculus is the meaning of Good and Evil, the good and bad of Saturn's o-rings

They do to each other both what they'd want to be done to themselves and vice versa pings.

No confusion there, it's just the nature of the beast DNA that is a random sample of a dust

What I mean is nothing is more important than knowing that you're going to die above us

Not down below the dirty surface down to the core when the ashes & bones go havin' fun

In the smell of the smoke that's left over from the Big Bang, there you are, we are the One.

So you know the dream is the one you're dreaming & never the sureality of your awake chit

To know the difference is to pick up the suble references to the nonsense going on about It

Punks, junkies, know-it-all professors of doom and gloom, all of them monkey around blocks

Ego's all it is, will to survive at the middle of chaos, a supreme being cryin' yo' mama's hocks.

What's that mean?  It means what I said, you interpret the words and the thought the holy way

Walking or running, paying attention to avoid the Love supreme, deeper than holy desire need 

A thing itself that must be in order for everything else to have become what it has always been

A Love supreme that means you're lucky you got a sweet lick of life, aborted and dead're slain.

Taught to think as above and so it is below, I control the various ways to fulfill desire of reason

To be right & not misinterpreted is only for the children who inhabit the burroughs & counties

Meaning that communication of what needs to be known by players and the losers of treason

Camp fire in the middle of pimp & junkie woods, reminds Spirits' hollow night's freeway freezin'.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIIITH, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Cashed in on this jam from my lips to God's ears while jammin' to @JohnColtrane's #ALoveSupreme on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ll3CMgiUPuU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?