#CrumbsForTheParty #EyesShutTightAsDrums @DeaconFrye with the @EaglesBand2021

SHOULD HAVE KEPT MY CLAPTRAP SHUT, GOOD TO BE TRUE

Blackboards in an urban jungle continues revolution

But of Earth's suffragettes who hunger for freedom

Of Death & Life in the mud, blood & beer above talk

And the fortune you've gleaned from the beanstalk.

Young Jack and old Jack both were the wizard of Do

Where it makes no groove in the smooth steel flow

Leftover from iced ages, prior to a biblical obsession

With anything that astronauts have seen in the void.

Thinking therefore you're a spot on the blank screen

Your part is to itch a scratch, you can stop it's ringin'

But any other animation of the thing itself is a funk

As monkeys in trees & caves all know, God is bunk.

I thought this out, follow my logic down to the river

It's where that one kiss under a moonlit happening

Should've trained my daughter to see my gold tooth

She left the house before I could cover up the Truth.

Everything that happens when I'm around's my fault

I'm the First Cause of all of the effects in a gold vault

How can anyone see anything when they're blinded

It's a rhetorical question which has no life, it's dead.

I inherited champagne taste & worked dirty laundry

I can eliminate the high probability that I'm so free

Locked into the survival of being the fittest ol' bloke

Dreamers dream & all characters are awake, woke.

Friends die before you & you leave some behind It

Meaining the outerspace is really the inner life pace

Without reason left in the tank, irrational to be split

The brain of the mind you regard as yourself, one It.

My oh my, it's been nice to have my big mouth, son

Open as the gap between sides of the Grand Canyon

My keys on a board all lit up in living color, tap-tap

Terminal segment of the broadcast in a smear pap.

Immigration gap cuts the Sierras, my covered wagon

It was God's Auburn Dam that made me stay, in case

One has to jump into Space to fix Time's axe of will

Be it free or unliberated, an uno dos eating of a kill.

Function of the calculus depends on bygones unseen

Abstraction of a fraction of One, all being it's broken

One side of the border or other, you'll get the dues

Whether you know it or not, my mortality is as it is.

You think you have a spirit of immortality within, eh

Proof at the moment of our final gasp of O2, said so

Comedy or tragedy in the mind's twilight dead zone

Get inside of the Trojan Horse, 'merica welcome kin.

Six other continents moving the hordes into 1's ones

'Merica, land of the free and home of a brave bones

Joy in your hands and the memory of it's happy time

One day at a Time's brief moment, scene of a crime.

Busted in Baton Rouge with Bob & Janis, case closed

Wandered aimlessly for 41 years in black hole flows

Apparently you'll die 'cause you're alive, no way out

Awaken your Woke 208 bones, look at God's doubt!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 15, 2021 A.D. Vendredi @1:01 PM

{ Drafted while jammin' to @SmokeyRobinson #Cruisin & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Gx77P0VH6FA }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CatchAndRelease2021

#KneeJerkReaction

#LTDresources #ComeOnman #BackOffBrokenPrince #Eagles #DesperadoLIVE #SoylentGreenIsPeepo #ChuckieHeston #LucilleBall

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.

by

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.?