#SystemOfADownSyndrome #JunkiesBumsAndMyKinship #MalcontentedGenii

VOID, SIGNALING JUNKY BUMS, EXTINCTION SIGNS

Growling at the threats will get you nowhere, gods will end your fool's errand

Puting your kin and family ahead of the strangers is one way to make it good

Others will not do unto you the way you would do unto them, spin your head

In rounded squares of triangled circles, polygons & hexagrams turn up dead.

Just conceived or recollected millenia after the first Cause let the spunk prove

One's first ejaculation came in the darkness' world over here, dead toes' foot

Chromosomes' keys in the glory hole, Marxism's new deal, fake news groove

Need to see, hear & touch the things that exist here in unity or else, it's caput.

Skin in the end game but I'm invisible at the beginning, lost in Space's timing

Before or after the cream of whipped up teat milk of cows & cherry topping

There's absolutely nothing that your mind and body can do about any of it

All about the ending of the story, yours, mine & everybody elses, it's no shyt.

She couldn't change me but that was just fine because I had a date to be free

To watch the waves roll into the white sand dune, moon took over a salty sea

Steam from boiled hydrogen & oxygen caused a Reality, conscious god mode

Busted before top forty music overwealmed the funk of silver dreamed gold.

You'll get away with nothing, on that you can depend, to be nice, to be at war

Everyone who encounters you, sees nothing but Amen, from a whitey's dwarf

Neighbors to all from any block, any burrough, any county, island or feifdom

Pole to pole, somewhere near an island or alp, gold treasure's drunk on rum.

I got some news for you, it's as old as I'll be in '51, a century trippin' long knife

Special needs children will die, First Cause of inherent mortality, tribal evil life

Animated rock & offensive Big Bangs for slow rolls along rivers, afterlife bums

Lights out, annhilated with a yo ho ho, whiskey, gin, rye, & a fifth shot of rum.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Vendredi @ 11:59 PMPST

{ Jammed out of nowhere while listenin' to @TheBeatles #TellMeWhy (REMASTERED) in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/GVub1QCUCGc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LoveAndMarriage #SheCouldntChangeMeNeither #RunDMC #WayItIs

REALITY IS LIKE THAT, THE WAY IT IS & ALWAYS WILL BE, SILVER & GOLD

Found somebody to love when I fell down as I was rollin' rocks around the clock 24/7

It's not what my ma & papa had in mind when they bore me out of a twilighted place

Lucky I am and there's no doubt that some never make it, souls left on wet ice rat race

Frozen stiff from being too far away from a sun of the gods, behind my old, dark face.

No need to cry about the inability to reach a goal, it won't matter when it's said & done mcfly

What does matter is if you learn how to ride like the wind & then hit the ground runnin' son

Time won't stop, don't worry about that at all, Space is infinite & out of your mind's eye fun

Between day & night of Earth's spin, all here & now as a fact of life & we're all of us gonna die.

Scratchin' some grooves to alleviate the hopelessness of the End as we know it, piece of work

Ten unheard songs scratched on ten napkins in ten days from Barstow to Tacoma, what a jerk

Now I remember why I came here in November, I just can't believe it was just September's Fall

Onto winter days of ice and snow for some & sunny, warm & shiny obeliskish dark stars on call.

A period piece from the 1980's moves on to the 2020's with or without the devil's hand, all money

Drank whiskey and a little water to make it through the nights under the stars, rode & stopped her

My horse didn't want to stop and park it there by the cacti, coyote cryin' for our cool blood & water

Hugs & loaded six guns by my dog's warm fur, cold steel barrels ready to make an impact on 'ol me.

Criss-crossed from Maine to CalExico & to Washington & back down to Miami, blame it on the bigs

More than I bargained for, breaking down in the middle of nowhere, gettin' luckier than I ought to

Took the help from the Zen of the Thing Itself, the trip, the journey and now the destination, it is It

Nothing more nor less than the calculus of dismay with #FakeNews, sand scum's gods & lyin' pigs.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 18th, 2021 A.D. @ 5:15 PMPST Jeudi Amour

{ Clipped out of the matrix while listenin' to @CarlosSantana #SilverDreamsAndGoldenSmiles link @ https://youtu.be/DpUVTr9Lmmc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EscapingCustody #DependenceOnNothingNobodysFool #KyleRittenhouse #GlennBeck #SlipEmAMickey @ArmstrongAndGetty

 

SURFIN' #WOKE ALPHA ALIEN & ACID SUBSTRACTION

Destiny's revelation of who you think you are there, champ or little queen, it's 'bout a full moon

Which means the mystery of life is a deduced accident of Matter's cosmic collision, all too soon

Other than that a blame game goes on until the final ending of the breathing flesh & bone Man

Woman made us what we've become, mothers' guardian angels of what's clearly all too human.

Full disclosure in front of both Hell and the High Water, when I'm dead & gone, it won't end days

Of the leftovers in your refrigeration container, it's a smell of things that are no longer alive, lies

Of the Truth that never can be known for certain, it's a principle and not my opine, I'm the judge

On the nature of becoming a wise man or a wise guy, lucky to be both, thanks to my dad's nudge.

Kickin' the can when the game is on, frees the boys in the barless prison, the Roche's front porch

Or runnin' the dozens on the four corners at the dead end of Superior & LeClaire, home's torch

From Chicago, Superior, Huron, Erie, Ohio & Michigan, the deep artic water hides monkey shines

On the bottom of the sandy dirt, it's become the nature of being all too human, crooked bylines.

Acid tripped & absorbed Mathmatics gods' Algebraic Geometry, Logic & Calculus of Trigonometry

Nobody goes too far but just far enough is fine & dandy the way it is, #Wokism causes extinction

You won't need your desire and your need won't make any difference the second after you die

Nothing to think about then, remain there for eternity, don't shoot the messenger of cherry pie.

Dessert is better than the meal, therefore just skip the munch and swallow the loom of tuttifruit

You and I walk or roll, as the case may be and it all comes screachin' to a halt, STFU in One spirit

Invisible & deep inside of the thing itself along with an evil genius who's alive, a last gasp choke

You ain't wakin' up now, your dream is eternal whether or not you become shame, #TheWoke!

Deep inside of your center of being, there's a notion that the potion you crave is already gone

Drunk by the minions before you were born & there is no recipe to replace the lost gemstone

Diamond, ruby, sapphire, emerald or just basalt crumbling in your fingers' & thumbs' collusion

Of heaven & this rock hard earth, scenes of a Way you're on, flashin' & fadin', God's All in Sin!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini Jeudi @ 8:08 AMPST

{  #AcidMathmatics ... wearing an @ArmstrongAndGettyRadio tattoo in my imagination, drafted this masterpiece of cake whilst listenin' to the #TooLiveCrew @kste650am #GitGitSome #LifeWithOutParole }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?