#SickenedUntoPleasurePressurePoints #NobodyToBlameButYou

INFANTS BORN TODAY WILL BE A 2022 A.D. MADE BABY, BADABOOM BADABING

All any of us need in our darkest hour is to know what it was all for?  Why did we come to go?

It makes little sense to the fun and games creator of humanity and civilization on Earth below

Down here on the bottom of the ground of being, I'm neither alive nor dead, it's alright, I see

I fell down on my own, I'll pull myself up by my bootstraps when I get some boots, I got Nike.

There's a will that's in the way when you are blocked from going your own way, so go mine

It's right at the end of the highway where the beach meets the sea, the water is runnin' fine

As if you didn't know what I know, either you are pretending or hiding and seeking the sign

On the left or the right angles that figure into the provocotive and the vile, benign invention.

Concave holes in your & my skulls give away secrets of the evolved CoVid strain of viral pills

It's holy any way you look at it, inside and outside, empty of all there is, it's all the hard sells

You can go straight to the end of the life you're gonna get in the long run, riff on the axe too

Chords complicated the memory of the melody and the lyrics, yet their clear, get laid in flu.

It is and always was written for you & I to find someday when the time was right for the Id

Hard to take the truth sometimes by the little baby programmed to suck & cry like a  l'il kid

Baby to adult and skippin' the middle teenage errors trying to perfect the nature of the roll

All sevens and elevens and no snake eyes from neither Diamondbacks nor Cobras have soul.

I had a consolation prize but It was destroyed by the loud music blastin' out my Bose 901's

I knew there was going to be law enforcement for my neighbors to shut down my hot buns

Inside of the house of three stories & outside at the pool's patio, I exist for a singular reason

To be right or wrong on Earth, maybe I'll lose it while asleep on railroad tracks, son, oh son!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier 1, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1159 PMPST Samadhi

{ Jammed this out listenin' to the #PointerSisters @ https://youtu.be/FTdF38AKfT0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyMaria #GiftedGold #StolenSilver #BabyLikesToRockIT #BoogieWoogieChooChoo @TheTractors @GretchenWilson @MontgomeryGentry #BlahBlahBlah #DontEvenGive-a-RIP #RIPmadden #CheckYaOnTheFlipSideBrother #LetsGoBrandon

CRITICAL RACE & ROCK HARD PATIENTS' KOOLAID, FAIL MUCH?

Let's go Brandon simplicity between eyes & ears, center of your jacked up forces in easy fixes

Because the fix is in, just because you think you're so pretty and smart doesn't mean anything

When #TheGoing gets tough, the #Tough get going, it's a matter of time before humanity's XO

Multiplication of the division won't allow any additions or substractions from the status' quo.

Mercy for the poor and weak until the Trojan Horse enters the castle's entry, a twilight slop

Monkeys don't care much for change until the food and shelter is removed from a cage, son

Daughters don't like it uncomfortable, unfunded police dept will fund welfare bumb junkers

Good ground beef goes to waste if it's not a hamburger or a sloppy joe, house the homers!

It's Time to get closer to the reason why you should sleep with one eye open, safe Space kin

You need to express and protect yourself from the bad guys that the Cisco Kid hasn't beaten

No Lone Ranger, Wild Bill Hickock, Bat Masterson, Roy Rogers, Dale Evans or any Clarabell

"I know nothing!" no more than Sgt Schultz of Hogan's Heroes, no reference?  Look it up, Hell!

Pork and beans, beans and pork from beginning to the bittersweet end, a miraculous dish

Imagine you and the music, alone inside of the empty quadrant of Space called, in Vitro sin

Naturally, what's difficult is the point, if it was easy it might be worth the journey, so perish

All, with no exceptions, before & after our own births, will decay to goldust, gravity's origin.

A play of cops and robbers in perpetuity, check before & after play on Calgary Hill in '0' A.D.

You & your mother conceived you in a blink, a monkey is dreaming that y'all are alive for me

Pumpin' up the air in the balls is all you must do before you kick, hit or throw it away to hell

Crazy world you've made, just shut up and do what you're told, move along, nothing to see.

Forever or for a minute, either way the money and the gold is in the safe, there is a combo

Nobody left the Truth for the ignorant to find here, there or anywhere else, it's Gadam's fall

Form of that matter is a mere shape of things to come, nothing and something is in the flow

Crisis' DOOM, Phd's imbecilic, half-witted, mother'd up children, grown up too bad to bawl!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST #BlahBlahBlah #BlahBlahBlah

{  Dressed out while listenin' to #BabyLikesToRockIt #BoogieWoogieChooChooTrain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vqSOiawh0vI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TriedToFindTheLongTimeComin' #TwoStiffsAndACorpseWalkIntoABar . . . #Chief & #Miranda #LittleRichardo

<3FRESH WORD<3

Two Clever Uncles Skating to the Beat

A Short Story

by Rico Shea Stephano

Simon Lennon looked at the bloody Airplane in his hands and felt puzzled. He walked over to the window and reflected on his Mob Rule surroundings. He had always loved Ghostown Hangtown with its helpful, homeless Hanging Man Storefront. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rico Trotski. Rico was a Trustworthy fairy with tall lungs and short teeth.

Simon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Brave, Suave, WHISKEY drinker with blond lungs and husky teeth. His friends saw him as a gigantic, gentle gnome. Once, he had even rescued a bad COVid19 virus from a burning building. But not even a Brave person who had once rescued a bad COVid19 virus from a burning building, was prepared for what Rico had in store today.

The blizzard teased like flying pigs, making Simon jumpy.

As Simon stepped outside and Rico came closer, he could see the gentle glint in her eye.

"Look Simon," growled Rico, with a Trained glare that reminded Simon of Trustworthy cows. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 9643 pesos."

Simon looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the bloody Airplane.

"Rico, meet at Starbucks Coffee House," he replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two homeless, homely hogs jumping at a very virtuous funeral, which had ROCK music playing in the background and two clever uncles skating to the beat. Simon regarded Rico's tall lungs and short teeth. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Rico glared. "Do you want me to shove that bloody Airplane where the sun don't shine?"

Simon promptly remembered his Brave and Suave values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you." Rico looked worried, her wallet blushing like a rough, relieved Racecar. Then Rico came inside for a nice glass of WHISKEY.

THE END🏁👌 { #FreshWordGeneration } copyright December 2021