#DreamFadeToBlackWhiteness #FakeEwwwww #TheOffice #BurnItBuyIt #SELL

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO COVID19 VARIANT'S GUMBY MEN

Here & now yo' mama left you some chit chat for runnin' the dozens, a bushel or a peck vat

A stranger of the current affairs and traveler from fake pasts and futures, so just phuck that

Meaning no offense at all to anyone of the nuns and priests perusing this ol' way back hole

Getting a grip on the RIP of mortality, bones within & all too invisible, rubberband of a Soul.

Nothing to see here and it appears that the lack of anything is The Holy, outerspace race

Between the stars above & below the stripes & rainbow colors' of an all too human face

Punishment for the rewards gleaned from being the most powerful force with free Will

Intention of the things that are happening now was always the Way, to create is to kill.

Hulk and Thor, gods of mayhem, silent thunder, neutrons, unmoved movers on blind dates

All too human apes evolved from one paramecium & fake fission of subatomic particulates

You will miss me when I'm gone if you knew me, if not, it won't make a difference, 1 & done

Who gets burned, smashed, buried or sunk down under a league of the pitch black sea, son.

Cancer of the skin and bones translates into the extinction of the code's unbridled excellence

Inside of a box of satin curtains or in a pewter-lead-gold urn, same old song & dance's fence

On one side or the other, it's all protected from the Void's attraction, down under the ground

Only the worms and elements of their nature are solvent dirt, soylent green I've lost & found.

A century of the milennia keeps the Time on the sundial and digital clock, it's a 24/7/365 jump

In and out of the birth and death of the species, the Words are made in animated flesh lumps

Breathing gas, showing life on other planets in other solar systems' galaxies that will pimp her

Earth, live & die here & now, that's what gods do, y'all just do it, MAGIC, a gasp & a whimper.

Dust of the cosmos in my eyes and in my mind caused an alpha and omega of us all, a Eureka!

Silence is the only way to the peace beyond the war with the living ham & super wings of Ra

Before humans there was no Science, Industry or WAR 'tween short men in far-middle east

Pilgrims deep fried, grease infused, dead bird, low IQ gobbler, love kiss of God's beast feast!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXVth, MMXXI Anno Domini #ThanksgivingThursday

{ #FREEZING #melting #BoneDrySeaOfLove jammed while listenin' to #TheOffice #AwkwardMoments on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xpIea-LbSHw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheLifeAcoustic #SurfinWithTheAlien #WokeWakeDeadLife #InAMasonJar #TheGrimPerfection #MurderIncorporated #BigSmo #Satch #Boss #Everlast

 

NAKED APES & A KIND MAN'S EXTINCTION EXTRACTION

Cancelled lies of culture like the lettuce up in smoke, some gods bled my step mothers

Even the orphans & the simple minds who govern terminal population of critical races

Blindman's bluff by bat caves full of CoVid19 Brandon's trophy wife of tiny CoVid traces

I ain't lyin' but repeatin' Words from anonymous men, extinction's comin' soul sisters.

You may not know what I'm referring to in the word salad given as a corollary a sound

Meaning is everything, misunderstanding causes war and peace in an equal epiphany

Imagine people not the top of the evolutionary or immortality ladder but underground

Hearts and souls directed to blow and strike the notes of ultrasound & vibration finale.

Last gasp of breath for you, monkey men DNA of monkey women, progeny of a 1st son

As if there was only A1 germ/son preceding all germs' sons, follow me natural selection

Accidental pollination and insemination, a mitotic myosis of myopic fossils, call 'em kin

Me, you & everybody else's #BatFever, live Corona virus stillborn in one immortal's sin.

Thing itself inside of my brain bucket calling without sound, vibrating good, bad & ugly

Just because I thought I was so pretty and smart, I believed that the whole world'd see

I am different than anyone who has ever existed in the galaxy, not Donald's cup of Joe

Ground underground, in the menudo of gas, liquid & solid wasted time, flushed a blow.

Middle of roads brings you back to the Origin, all there ever was to find, come on mans

Ahead & behind yields a One, holy, woke death of plants, animals et al, all two humans

Established in Time, Present caused by the Past & generating the Future, Singularity tie

No joke, apes don't think in Funk, seriously folks, we're the chaos, all smoke will all fly.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST Mercredi

{ Generated while riding by seat of my pants & listenin' to @EVERLAST link @ https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM?t=2 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AmazingThatYouGotHereWithoutAScratch #Scratch @Scratch #ITCH #DoNotShootTheMessenger #EarthWeedStrong @OsborneBrothers

AUNT DOLORES' ORANGE SKUNK BUD, IDIOT'S FLIES

You have no idea what pigs are snorting about because you're just a parrot of the dreary

If you had any idea exactly what the words you repeat as a mantra, an ad infinitum fairy

Magical dreams manifest & while wide awake get dragged into the mix, kissin' the boot

Of mice and men and the other vermin who feed the seven seas' fauna, a loom of fruit.

What I am is weary of listening to the woes of you all, the unfortunate and terminally ill

Here's a hot tip for the beggars and bums who are in doubt of their own being imbecilic

From Jersey to California, things move until they fix in a place's hole, Being's holy picture

Opining on this natural selection of the beast within, noise from a Big Bang's all for sure.

No way for the flies to get away, even if they landed on the wall, they were flyswattered

Watched so many flies die I decided to examine their origin & found maggots in a shed

Some alive and moving, others transforming into the buzzing, winged ones, eyes seeing the lights

Reality isn't just what humanity believes is true or false, It Is What It Is, all too human terrabytes.

Function of Dolores is to analyze and evaluate the data, it is done, it's over now, sum of all Fears

Everything to be afraid of will, it's all to die for in the end, species' extinction in immanent tears

Boring and in denial of nullification of the water turning into the whine of mothers & old sisters

All of that alpha & omega yin & yang comin' out of nowhere, hidden in caves' dark, holy clusters.

Noise is clearing the way for you to shred your axe's steel strings, like they were boiled noodles

In a bowl or a plate, when you're hungry you'll eat a pig, a goat or a snake, a cow or toy poodle

Please and thank you, sit around on the green circle and I'll teach you from the center of no time

Space from ceiling to floor, inside of the four walls, white room or black cave, It stops on a dime.

You grew up and smoked the weeds and grass of home and away games, cheater philosophy too

Of the reason that allows a beast to regard death as more than food, an end of you, bein' a fool

Freedom and Liberty just like Slavery, illusions of the poor babies who got programmed by an Id

Older than the eldest human alive, why we can't be friends while in The Void, it's Superego shyte.

This random arrangement of your origin and destination will haunt you until you commit yourself

To the flashing lights you saw the day you were born, day or night, out of the womb's room, mate

From the first inkling of a self's realization of what's goin' on here & now to the end's moot point

Monkeys spoke & reasoned like Plato & Aristotle, popes & presidents agreed, roll a nice big joint.

Desert honey and lotus blossoms are all there is left of the Utopia the gods used to love so much

Abandoned the human race for stone-blind matter of Mars, Venus & Saturn, Space of my lit push

Knowledge and Wisdom's power to achieve immortality is full of the funk of UFO's & their aliens

Left over some unnatural forms of things that only non-random thought could create mortal sins.

Therefore, if there's a creator of the Earth & the fauna of you & I, it's the creator's obligational

Broken promise to make it perfect to achieve perpetual happiness, above, so below paradoxical

Or was it all a load of wasted days & wasted nights, makin' it simple, life's but a load of manure

We're all comin' & goin' punchin' dead fruit fly shyte, smokin' pile of wasted time, fiesta's cure!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXIIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 06:00 AMPST, Happy Mardi Gras every day!

{ Blitzed out of my cabasa this AM while listenin' to @WARtheBand #WhyCantWeBeFriends CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5jnZMW8C6wA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?