#SometimesIStillDo #RocksAndSmokedMountains #WhiteyFord #Everlast #JoeWalsh #HallAndOates #TheSimpsonsGuffaws

ON A SWEET ONE'S CRIMSON ASS, TOOTHLESS GRIN

Blown wind coming into and escaping from the holy reed, blocked and flowing breath

To breed and breathe until the species' enters extinction mode, broken in two, death

All that's left in the heart and soul of mothers and fathers living and dead, blood Void

Monkeys, bad dogs, aloof cats & skinny snakes becoming all too humane, like a fraud.

Riding, walking, flying in circles, up & down while fathers of mothers go in, peace out

Grim and without a future in sight, the Present grinds away at the peace pipe in doubt

My love of the biblical beginning when there's Nothing at all in the Universe, it's legend

Minds are dysfunctional and you're going to be the arbitor of sanity, need a girl scout.

For the measles and the other infections you get over, it's the signal that you're a moron

Believing in the blind faith you've been conceived with and the conceptual analysis fun

Give me a mile and I will take a millimeter you'll never notice was long gone, I am azure

Perfection and the inferior merge into One, you get this here & that there, Love?  Sure.

Eight miles high and six feet underneath the thing that's spinnin' in circles, 98.6 degrees

Independent of the crust and liquid solar spillage, invisible consciousness wants squeeze

Color or black and white, the total eclipse of every burning molecular configuration fuzz

Absolutely nothing left, I mean an entire shebang disappeared into fake teats' bad buzz.

More money and more gold gets you nothing but the loss of your mind, babble like God

Many and the One annhilated the galaxies and now there's an empty, wound my blood

Utter denial of the Truth when you're locked into the End, two hearts in a bride's groom

Quietude of reds & the blues of blood coming out of nowhere, womb of daddy's tomb.

I have no idea why the chicken sqwauks or why the movie stars don't really shine light

But what I do know is that I don't know anything, nothing is certain, uncertainty is lies

We all know what the end means, it's the soul's awareness of the divine bunje ripcord

Pulling & letting it loose, stretching outer limit, y'all monkeys, what a miserable horde.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{ #Moved and #Unmoved, #AtOne in the middle of chaos' connundra & jammin' to @HallsAndOates #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue @ https://youtu.be/EErSKhC0CZs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItTakesAllThreeToTangoTwoOnes @AllmanBros & #BlueBosses #SheAlwaysKnewIt #NayShunOfPooSeize @KidRock

SIT DOWN A SPELL, IT'S OVER, MEDIA DUMPED & EMPTY, ALT/DELETE FILE

My poor little heart skipped a beat and then two and then well, here it is

Ending like it began, in a puff of invisible smoke, a soul on ice melted rock

Fun and games are all over, it's the refused junk from the bums' mainlines

Silence and deafening stillness recovering from the Big Bang noise grinds.

Monkeys ignorant apes as they are cannot see the end that's out of sight

Out of their minds trying to eat and screw their ways to the ultimate goal

Void empty of the bangs and bombs away in jungles and deserts, sky cries

Tears ain't rollin' down my cheeks anymore, I got wings to fly as body dies.

Symptoms come and go from the end to the final beginning that mercy ilk

Sadness and the losers attitude gets your life in tune with the spilled milk

From mothers, goats or cows, the teats leak the special brew of humanity

Squirts come out of the matrix, without a choice to be or not to be, empty.

Getting in bed without another human being is cool under the silk quilt sin

Being all alone & happy with that feeling of Oneness without a multiplicity

Bones and skin moving along the parralel lines to the right angles' function

To circle's 360 degrees there's four 90 degree angles within a holly of folly.

Forensic and criminalistic come after the scene of a crime's been sterilized

Germs, bacteria and viral infections dead & gone with extinction realized

Nothing left for the humanity to manipulate while revolving around a Sun

Just breathing, eating, defacating, mating, creating & destroying only One.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST Samedhi FOG

{ Created outta Nothing's FOG where Nowhere's Everywhere & listenin' to APEMEN PLUCK THE STRINGS #TheSkyIsCrying @AllmanBrothers @ https://youtu.be/Wr_9yt4hsHg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?