#MissionUnaccomplished #TheWayItIs #RunDMC #ZZTop

GOOD INTENTIONS OF MACHIAVELLI, REVOLUTIONARY STONE THROATS

Nobody calculates six sides, thirty six combinations' one to six, double die's womb of Homer cash

Only the empty Void above & beyond this flat ground that is wet or dry mud, left over allstar ash

A desert and the gas in liquid form, in solid form, in the form of sentient and imbecilic beings' kin

On the party and the pow wow for brothers & sisters who love the gods' dead wrong mortal sin.

You came and got your love from the center of what being is, a cellular divide and a soul infusion

To die for or to live for, you'll come and get your love if you have none, it's everywhere to back in

Parkin' in the no parking spaces just for the tow job, free to me, I just shop & drop, presto magic

Life of a reposession man or woman is the main tool of the loan sharks without a star, not a click.

Babies either abort or grow a minute in or so, a more brief moment in the millennia, just to die

Stone engraving with a name, date & clever sign or phrase, maybe if you're lucky to get respect

Many of the few who survive have no idea what happens when they'll die, a Pina Colada secret

In or out of a satiated hunger for being in the company of a body, anybody but a fouled up guy.

Curtsy & bow down at the waist if you must because in the end, it's not all about the Benjamins

We'll all see what Nothing looks like up close & personal, with or without our holy recollections

Elders of wisdom passing life philosophy's facts of life to the progeny from the ancestry of men

We're all here for no reason other than to man-up happiness & avoid pain & suffering women.

Because the First Cause preceded all of the effects which occured since that day Earth glowed

There's no way to be certain of any one Truth that we are the fools of a synchopated overload

But all the preponderance of evidence suggests that the situation's hopeless & we burn incense

We've no choice to settle down with brass tacks, it's all about strugglin' for life-death avoidance.

Reminders that the food we bite, chew and swallow was once alive and kicking above and below

Turning quickly into burnt calories for moving the machine we all are, wasted Time, we gotta go

I'll never be on my knees in my right mind, unless tortured to the brink of death, bambood nails

From Louisiana to a North Pole, I took the Mississippi with me, painted on my pirate ship's sails.

Entered the fray without knowing that predators would prowl around my poor little peewee skin

Got old and settled those scores, evened 'em up and they all took it on the chin, memory was IN

Guilt and the payback were a high price to pay for being a malfunctioning genome of the species

DNA didn't fit into the evolutionary process to be the one that survives the fitness' eggs & testes.

Retaliation can't be found when you find the end doesn't fit into faith's conception, how she rolls

The least you can do is come back & give the others left alive, a signal, signs like Dead Sea Scrolls

In swamps to the top of icy, snow-cap volcano montains, we used to be good to go with the flow

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, throw snake eyes, intent's everything, no jobs to blow.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Dripped out of my mind while listenin' to @ZZTop RIP #DustyRhodes LINK @ https://youtu.be/OzxjkXfSVd8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MoralityCompass #PointThatSheetMagneticNorth #GoManGo #ZZT

L'IL PAULITA & A FARMER'S SHAMBALA

If this ain't all about Pablo Picasso then you'll probably dig the blues of the scree

It's harmless to the innocent because they'll be oblivious to forever pending doom

Not their role to do anything other than just to be & live in tranquility just like me

I'll be right back, I've got to take a quick snooze, a reprieve from all daily gas zoom.

I appreciate the mirrors all around my consciousness so I can see 360 degrees of signs

Not what I wanted, nothing I bargained for in the alpha nor in the omega of clear lines

All one & the same mortal bones, drugged 'til unconsciously Marx' amorphous to boot

Responsible for your great ancestors you never knew, all your fault, too humane fruit!

Right is all that's left ... on the other hand, here's the wisdom in ignorance, wise ass

Simple men with less than simple minds create the reality you'll see before she dies

Mother Earth's invisible prison of your twilight zone, see nothing & know it all fries

A solar origin 93 million miles from God, ours from Adam to quantum leaped glass.

What I am is what you are, what we'll achieve without my rational thoughtlessness

Rocket science of my chemistry and physics, biology and mathmatics' quantum fizz

Peeking behind the death mask you have in your future, nobody sees gods comin' in

Fast ball breakin' bad down into the outside corner, Thor's dick's in the dirt, swingin'.

Onto the bandwagon we've jumped upon the philosophy of existential realism, moron

Future is ahead just as the historical hysteria that's been foisted upon our soul is gone

Into thin air as if it was never, ever alive anywhere in Space & Time, presence all I am

I've consumed ideal thoughts of the scribes who scribbled for the blind, dumb & weak.

Whole, half or fractional greater or less than zero, -1 to +1 twilight zone of yo' maz-tit

Offended as you ought to be since you should accept your guilt for your own disrespec'

It ain't my fault that you've disregarded the golden rule, the categorical imperative hit

In the pink punks on the corner who now collect the donations in church, it's the chit!

Special investigation of all common denominators reveals nothing but wasted Times

All of them from the first to the final gasp of gas, here and now, all are sweet nothin'

Bright or dim, it's all the same thing, a holiday of holy days, everyday a word rhymes

You're no idiot after all is said & done, your ma & pa were neither ghosts' of a One.

Metaphysical forget the physical, vice versa ad infinitum, then eyes wide open die

Lookin' for trouble, findin' it from the womb to womb, coffin or tomb, earn an urn

Super men and women are not immortal, kryptonite is just a heart stopper begun

Climax infusion into flower buds, a corpse's mind triggers a double barrel shotgun.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Vendredi @09:11 AM MST

{ Cruised & got bruised, #WOOOradio #DoubleBarrel by @DaveAndAnsellCollins on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/H_7Kx2FlFQY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DreamLover #WaitJustAMinute #WakeThePhuqUp #MeImAlreadyGone

 

PTSD IN MA & PA WORLDWIDE BATTLES, DON'T GIVE ME THAT

HAPPY VETERANS' DAY BROTHERS & SISTERS *

To be or not to be me's the question to those who gave it all, suicidal thug-life's New York Minute

It doesn't matter if you are personally hopeless or helpless being an all too human being in orbit

Around in a circular jerk all about the sun, a burning out old star spinnin' down a black hole debt

Blown away before the end of the battles for rice patty dominance, rights to the last kiss of mud.

We all are not dead yet, some of us lived past our duty to God & our country, no time to zoom

Tell me what my dad told me way before I actually knew what he meant, nobody knows anything

Meaning that knowledge itself was impossible for any human to accomodate, Truth is a vacuum

Live every day as if it's your last on Earth, that way you may be wrong but just do the right thing.

Never act to intentionally hurt or hinder another human unless injury's required, then kill a fish

For cracked nutcases without a moral compass may or may not present themselves, raw hot dish

Here and now you're just dreaming that you were in a war's battle, we died slowly way too young

On foreign soil, blown gaskets leaked the fluid needed to stay alive & conscious, dead and gone.

Blowin' #Taps, closin' the door again for the bones underground, not dust in the forty winds

I was here and enjoyed the fruit of the sacrafices my dear species' kin, old dead kids' rewinds

None too proud to beg for another day and night but the fact of life cannot be a factoid skit

Meaning nothing other than this Struggle to Survive is true but the alternative is a finale exit.

Buzz of snowflakes comin' down outta thin air lighting weightless upon a hot Space, God schitz

Or maybe it was just a random, luck of fixed draw in the tripping collisions of atomic cool aid

Improbability is the subject and predication is a necessary condition for comprehension's fits

Check the correct boxes & fill in the correct, blank multiple choices, are you in a 3rd grade?

 Shine on infrared-cosmic waves of grey/black skies, shoot up & burn troll lip's on a word scree

Electricity costs less today, y'all than it did fifty five years ago, hail stone Mt. Rushmore POTUSi

Once I'm long gone, you'll be too one day before or after me, only then, bada bing bada boom

What it means to be dead, just like before conception in a womb, annhilation in a stoney tomb.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Drafted without any #TrendingTweet while listenin' to #OldiesButGoldies @Carol by @NeilSedaka & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/WRStPjlBJqk }

* @Natalie_Wood at the bottom!  #RIP NAT!

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