#HowDoSomePeopleLiveWithThemselves? #SuicideIsPainlessMASH #DetectThisOnTheJourneyOnRareEarth #LinguisticMalfeasance @ArmstrongAndGetty

HEMORRAGING APPLE #MASH, LIVE GOOD, LIVE EVIL

Tripping in the middle of nowhere with nothing to hold on to, independent of my LSD's fits

There's a monster in the corner, it was there before you screwed off in a big, dark baroom

You see it but you don't like it, you don't have the power to annhilate, doin' bannana splits

I gotta move along or I'll be detained by the antibodies, they know who they are, doom!

Earth ground both above and below me, some hard & some soft rock, cosmic dust freeze

It's infrared and ultraviolet light bent to get you bent over and filled with the joy juice fruit

To be or not to be after your demise, it's either in your sleep runnin' out of power or caput

Right there in the middle of the sundae and skittles dessert in the desert, on your knees.

On the couch with complete ignorance going in one ear and out of the other, but so what

Who cares in the short run?  You know, your family, your mate, your lawyer, all the gods

They all find anyone who disobeys the Golden Rule and tries to survive and be the fittest

To be dropped down to a lowest denominator of the fractional humans, I am All over One.

Santa Claus is the master of elves but he has the virus and is still lying in bed, he's lying

Down for days and nights, only getting up for the relief of the data elimination, mortal sin

It's what you do when you have to, gonna skip the holiday, hope the kids don't mind much

Their mothers & some fathers who escaped the WuHan crud virus attack on the bunch.

Happy New Year 2022 gives us many twos & just one below zero, alright, alright, alright

Porky punks fed joy juice of the world's wars and marches over the cliff, lemming insight

Pork, beef, fowl, water fauna, grain and the bacterial, viral content of all we eat, it's food

For life & death of Thought is First Cause of a Big Bang itself, life is Nothing, it's all good.

Monkeys caged, mankind invention of moral compass' bad, good, beautiful mug, pig pug

Shot in the arse, #BuildBackBetter mythology of wealth at a moment of death in a pig pen

It's my name certainly that's the reason because the silver and the gold have all been dug

Unknown "X" and the variable CANCER on a number line, finite journey to infinity, a ZEN!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Drilled out the CREAMLESS, POWERLESS psyche this AM while listenin' to @EMINEM @Criminal in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mR8_ldc9lag }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FirstComeLastServedFreeLunch #NewOrder #Substance #ChancesAre #WARtheBand

ONE EYE GOT SOME BLISS BUT DON'T LOOK BACK BABY, IT'S TOTALLY BLACK & BLUE

I support the argument without any inductive or deductive knowledge of reason or metalogic

A feature of my existence is being totally ignorant of all valuable wisdom retained on record

Milling about in my cranial vacuum there appears a monkey, an apeman, a strange ol' bawler

Difficult to tame from infancy's waste management up to the end stage of Father Time's call.

Here and now and I don't mean maybe, I mean right this very second's instant, dirt is filled

A hole, nothing more nor less than A Word, a sound that creates wavelength and frequency

Common sense and the intellect combine sometimes before death extinction LA to NY, say

Pouring over the historical record, the search yields that the best killers survive being killed.

Brown and black, freshly created out of nothing or sucked into the Singularity's black hole fuss

One way or another, it's not a human choice, all too divine, above Earth's red dirt and below us

Apes don't know & frankly don't care but humankind's dizzy with fear of death's fake Wokeness

All the queens and kings got together and shared the facts of life a long time ago, we're stones.

Out of sight and totally out anyone's control, the cosmos rocks and rolls, shapes the expansion

Then the inevitable sleigh bells begin ringin' and blowin' you back into nostalgic connundrums

Recollecting the past & iving in one moment's present that moves on without a call girl's check

All rivers flow past you and you can't step into it twice, ask Heraclitus but he's dead, so, ah heck.

It's an undeniable, perrenial truth and make no mistake, it's man made since there's nothing else

No angels, sorry my dear grandmothers and grandfathers back into the empty Void, true & false

Just a passenger myself, neither power nor the will to power, I don't think, therefore I cry in bliss

Future & Past, I'm guessin' I'm barbaric so I'm gonna go get high, mouth agape, I see it like this!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @0911 AMPST

{ Dusted off Tile this AM listenin' @NewOrder #Substance @https://youtu.be/ppvaVmABNFs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HulaHoopHoopla #CrispinStPeters #RocksNotRockin' #Delfonics #Funkadelic @MavisStaplesXmas #HULA & #PureCreamOfTheCrop

GATEKEEPERS'  UNMOVED MOVER, BAWLIN' MATTER & WARPIN' TIME

Passed about the rhythmic, rockin' backbeats of ups & downs, deep blues, funky outerspace licks

Rhyming the sound of the linguistic expressions of nihilistic philosophy, an a priori pretty face kid

It comes a moment before the a posteriori function of the calculus, all hyperphysics of the matrix

Personality runs into a problem when ego splits into a moral dilemma as holder of my papa's lid.

Drama all in your mind where it belongs, that ain't my fault or maybe it's half mine, half all yours

Experience oneness, divine presence in the Present being, still lost Space's irrtrievable Past tours

Duty to be obedient and follow instructions for whatever you've been recruited for, pilot or CIA

In the perfect world I happen to be in, I'm successfully fulfilling my reason for being born, today.

I write the music, sing the out of tune song until it becomes in synchronization with the high time

Money given & money earned, loans taken and debts forgiven by death in full or on Time's dime

It's all outside of my paygrade even though I have the most high hope that I'll live after they die

You know mytholgical malarky inherited from the Kings, Queens, Czars & Popes, ain't gonna lie.

An invisible origin communicating what's clearly Nothing and I mean the complete absence of 0

Undetectable by the senses and unintelligible to the genii who know it all, imagine another hero

See the light, hear sounds, feel the hands and cheese cloth dryin' the redskin & red head of hair

Back to the bosom from which the lords of the rings also ran and jumped off into the lion's lair.

That's all there is to it, to be or not to be, got to be either squeezed out or punched in the line

Snip and cut releases the essence into the light without as much intense pain to mama's daddy

There's no judgement one way or the other, to emerge from darkness is the whole point, mine

Poverty's full of gold, silver & gems cut & raw out the ground, poor boys and girls, to be happy.

Put your hands together and you'll hear the clap except in the unnatural vacuum of a ganje mop

Paired up with your nemesis due to the pandemic of '21, it's a long way to fat bottoms, to ZZTop

Wisdom of knowledge is a very good thing but you can't hold on to it in a material world stack

It's here and now and I mean right now, you missed it, it's gone, it probably won't come back.

Fortunate to have come and gone, speaking from hyperspace's Time warp, heard by a big herd

Just for the kicks I'm gonna get watchin' the magic movin' everything around me, I say, a Word

Wished three times and nothing happened right away, I'll have to wait for the beespeller's show

Witches took forever to open the door but I'm the One that was inside, now I'm out, let's blow!

Working for the checks' givin' the holy families high hopes that the dream's never gonna fudge

Life will go on when everybody you know dies, your life will follow suit, off of the razor's edge

Space stops at hard rocks, falling from heaven ends consciousness' apologetics, God is The Kid

More space than stars, planets & nuclear war matters of state, strange brew of an idiot's grid.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @TRAFFIC #LowSparkOfHighHeeledboys on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rEZH0t5Yozw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?