#WakeTheDudeUpWithTheNuclearFootBall #PhuqLetsGoBrandon

WHERE I COME FROM, MOTHER & POPS, IT'S A JOKE

Repugnance for the chaos on & off of the street's dead air, gravy flim flam

Nothing you have to say about it because you're nowhere in sight, phuq it

My gods have no intent to punish me for my all too human errors, I'm phat

Just like my fathers & their fathers before them, YOU'RE WANTED by Sam.

Stuck in the middle until I got to the end of days, after last night's jet lag

It all goes away eventually & until then it won't make any sense to a hag

Nobody in caves or out on the plains or in jungles, nobody gets out alive

Boys and girls grew up in a school that formed decisions of a deep dive.

Gods ain't in heaven with Norman or Nora in Normandy, an In & Out fry

Myopia for Opie and Aunt Beatrice fill up the empty hole's vacuumed sky

All the atomic material world is disintegrated into Dark Light, knives' Son

All of the swipes in self defense are offensive to all, my will's being done.

Party of two or more is never anywhere that I am, I'm far away in a skit fit

Completed equation of inequality, equity of equals' rings around a rose slit

Animated forever from the biggest bang ever to the tiniest whisper, I say

In the corner where I went and left my spirit's essence, no listenin' is AOK.

This was a rhythm to the rhyme, an ovulation of the dilation, anal concept

Analysis is the long of the short of It, it's a good thing in an evil form adept

Easy to be this way since it's natural, it's not moral or ethical, it's just, Way

Nobody goes over the top of the key, Johnson circumcised 11th & 1 today.

White, tan or invisible, the whole species is the whole shebang inundated

In a mitigated construction of RNA genome, DNA's gonna die, a God dated

Brought the mirror closer to my face & it disappeared into One empty hole

Behind old bones of skulls, brain bucket banks buried, my astral dirty soul.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 1st, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Droned out of a euphoric, HISTORICAL HYSTERIA'S time slot, #SleepyJoe 

jammin' TO @WARTheBand @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BeautifulLady #CopyAMillionTimes #ReturnToSendersMothers #ChitLoadOfBlues @CarlosCastaneda #ThePowerOfSilence

 
IN A TOMB ROOM, SERVING UP BLUEBERRY DOOM

Fabulous & fantastic as it should be, my will be done as intended by my father's climax

Breathed the life from the ether into my mother's Earthly body, it's all a Holloween sex

Knitpicked out of the hypothetical yarn that capitalizes on fear of rotting in a batroom

Which won't happen most likely due to the funk of 40,000 years that sealed our doom.

Giving into the fleeting presence of being One and the same thing that cried like a baby

First gasp of air in the outer shell of your mother's bosom, a kiss & hug for the journey

Out of thin air, climax or not, conception of the egg & DNA funk, shivers down my spine

I felt that a few times and I know when it ever happens again, I pay attention, it's fine.

Not much you can do other than defend yourself from the predators, the steely dans

Whether it's behind your backs or right in front of your eyes, a swift action wins fans

Especially your kin folk, amigos & amigas from any Earthly place in Space, abracadabra

It's all about pleasing public strangers, as if there'd ever be questionable, fakin' karma.

The freaks come out at night, not in the daylight, those are the ways of the holy spirits

They come and go until the treats are gone and the tricks keep gettin' as if it's Time fits

Into the twilight choice, it's good to act in concert with an agenda of lockes dred, farout

All aware of the funk of skeleton's dark coffin of doom, a Vince Price's corpse shouout.

California has a lot of dead and buried with the pots of gold & bars of silver in the mix

Metals so heavy I can't pick up two objects at the same time, need One in a virtual box

The draw of the pistol doesn't mean anything other than you've got passed on #Netflix

Y'all gonna die, JoJo, Mimi, Connie, Karol Paula, Marie, Mary, Winnie & Deb, small pox.

In the doom shadow, you know where the light is & you can never get over there again

No such thing as wisdom to the innocent minds grown in women & men, it's so insane

On their knees or defiant to the highness of the lords and guardians of the dirty rocks

Civilization will crumble as it always does, it's a natural cycle of Earth, a fragment bin.

Where the matter has coalesced into a fat bodied mass of muddy water, wasted gas

In all the revolutions & counter revolutions, there's been no God in charge of a blast

It's a gravitational collapse of rhythm, lead and bass, swingin' to the vibe & the beat

As if there was no tomorrow, acting like this is the last day we're alive, be no defeat.

It's in the cards, aces are high, one-eyed jacks are wild, queens & kings of the clan win

Outsiders can't evolve into the essence of that substance of mankind, 98 degree skin

Wrapping the pipe around my neck or just waiting until the accidents pile up too high

Tower of Babel must fall eventually, nobody gets to get as high as the godhead, to die.

Yet that is all it would take for the ultimate verification of the fact, to die for too soon

Nothing but that, no other reason to build sky scrapers than to get to heaven to show

The core of this magnetic stone won't allow a fool to get to outerspace, above or below 

All this means that This is all There is, no need for blinded faith to fly over a blue moon.

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 r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 31st, 2021 Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 1433 hours PST

{ #KissedHolloweenKisses & drafted this for my wife, Carol's treat, waitin' for her Trick to Treat, jammin' to @IsleyBrothers #ThatLady link @https://youtu.be/nHp4Nk7fS0k }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#EmptySkies #FullBacks #RidingLikeTheWind #ThereAndGone #POOF #HappyHolloweenGrizzlyGhouls #ItAintTheThrillerOrIsIt? #YOUNGfrankenstein

 

SPOOKS' LEAVIN' CLEVELAND, SOUTHERN-COMFORT IN A WHISKEY GLASS

Gets the girl at the end of the book, ID requirement by big brothers & thumb up sisters

Faith, Hope & Charity are honorable ways to live successfully, 4 gold fingers got blisters

Crazy love of hu-men who were raised without YOUR rules that only you fake adopted

Like this all stray, scared cats, SOMETHING lasts forever, passed on from kin lyin' dead.

I waited on the people, served their mass of consumers affairs, ran the blissful errands

All of what it takes is like that whereever you fly or run, up & down, horns' buzzin' ends

Swift boats & ships up and down the thin air and wet oceanic current of a wobble spin

Gold is all that's left of the One that used to be higher than the plants & animals' skin.

Love and caring for your species and eating all of the others, packed meat's procreation

Vegetarian cookin' killer of the plants, an eater of the boiled, poached, fried & baked in

A function of the break in our sky fallin', conscious awareness is that eyes're wide open

Game without rules known to all the players, that is no game, It's a merry mortal's sin.

Fools dive in where angels not only fear to go but also hesitate to toke for a hit or miss

Not to John, Peter, Paul, Mary or Joe, Al, Jack or Jill, I'll never admit it's all gonna be OK

Alright from my point of view on or off of the turnpikes and interstates, dating infinites

Spirit & fuel for the trip is stored in imaginary Holloween, infrared, cosmic-candy lights.

You were supplied with abundant hope from your father in heaven & mother of Earth

It's stored in the place in Space where it's always been & always will be, a fired hearth

My gods are not yours and you may not even be cognizant of the concept of dead still

Yet divine is easy to put all of the ignorance of the Truth into perspective, a God's will.

On the swings and slides in the playground, having innocent fun with the predators ilk

Wanting to hunt for prey, showing that a city's the place in Space that needs cow milk

Makin' coffee lighter than it should be, a hot campfire's melted marshmellows to chew

The hot beans are clearly whispering. flights of butterflies, flowers & viral CoVid19 flu.

Home's where the heart is, mine's here with yours, I pass all love through your hot soul

Function of this calculus is a byte more than it ever had to be, silence is a golden O-ring

To be or not to be concludes being the one & only thing that matters, Matter in-control

Praying on knees for forgiveness & showing sorrow for a conscious awareness of being.

Targeted pinnacle of success being living the life left over from the garden of Eden trick

Or was it a treat that gave us the apple to eat off the tree that let knowledge's oil slick

River rockin' hills of melting snow rollin' to Seas of crossed bones, Red or Black, H2O ice

Gone country or dropped inner city, forward & never backward, be a tool, roll the dice!

Unloaded the trunk full of baggage and there's nothing but music & bright lights ahead

On the Form and the Matter, observation of a blind man who is deaf as a stoned head

Wishing, hoping and praying for the pie in the sky, not a hard way to infuse a blueberry

Good timing matches reality, tempt a backside, sins in backwoods' full moonshine tea.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini , Dimanche @ 7:07 AM

{ Drafted to @Christopher_Cross #RideLikeTheWind link @  https://youtu.be/O7Xsjs0T4jI @Morgan_Wallen #NewCountry on youTube @ https://youtu.be/W3k3lfMOLdQ & #ToolsOfExtinction link @ https://youtu.be/4peygkljR0k }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?