#YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue #WhatDidYouThink? #YourKissIsOnMyList #CattleDrive

WHAT'S YOUR POINT?  SATISFACTION, NOW I KNOW

At the end of the beginning, there's a time to think about things themselves, A divinity forms

Spirits of the matter formed into shapes of animated protoplasm with a will to power worms

They rule of, by and for the mob and if y'all insist on survival, y'all will aid & abet the mob fold

Sheep flock human beings who were either born & raised by the good, bad & the ugly or old.

At the bottom of the barrel a man's gotta see it's time to saddle up & git hehl outta town

Whiskey drank when all the beer for my horses was gone, my boots walked off the brown

No matter which reason one uses to justify one's deduced inductions of pure logic, man

The end result is the unknown is never going to be the known by anyone that's a human.

Looking ahead or behind where you sit at one with the universe, so much more Sin, oh son

Which is the function of the creator of the universe, to sin and create the Many from One

Pumped perfection into a blob ruled by a mob, supergirls and batmen worked it all out too

No free will to divide, IT, been multiplied, #Foghat survived extinction, God's all stone blue.

Playing the songs on sounds of twang and bang-boom-shhhh, it's a dream come true nirvana

You cannot create this outta nothing if you're all too humane, if you're divine, inagadadavida

Movement of a 5th symphonic overture that ends in an exploded mass of a skunkworks chunk

In a sweet home in Chicago, Illinois my grandparents & my parents I began SHChicago of funk.

A starter of heaven that I'm dreamin' right now is you baby, ain't no satisfaction without you

There are no replacements, you're the starter and the finisher, come ten feet into cold blue

Instant karma for me and you, we already paid the piper and the minions of an alley's gators

Out of Academy Award movies into empty minds, crystalline cleared orphans' bloody doors.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Janvier XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0711 AMPST

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiskeyForMyMen #VictoryTune #BeerForMyHorses

FEAR LOVE'S JUGS & HOMELESSNESS' COVID19

Shoopantz not on my feet while I'm still alive, on the other hand there's Nothing

For boys and girls of these continents on this planet, orphaned or well bred too

All of y'all have needs and desires to survive the desolate game you're playing

It ain't my fault, you're an idiot, a moron, extinction's evil genius, Omicron Flu.

Killed, gone & we're gone a hundred years from now, holy bargain of price pods

Conception, birth, death, infinity and a wisp of wind reminded you of the gods

Punks for the dream characters to accompany the grand illusion, infinity's mine

Not even close, not a millimeter of infinitesimal DNA/RNA charm to be so fine.

Apes thinking about it and clearly deducing the conclusion, there is no Nothing

And then here we are in the centerfold of the twilight zone's playmates, singing

Freedom and dependence on the matrix for the air we breathe, it's all we scream

Hope for more ain't for me, I have this, I got this, Time constructed a wet dream.

Faith and Charity recommended for the sheeple, Hope of the Hopeless' scent

Corpses we'll all be, think about it or not, facts are facts, that's no bull's scat

Question everything and you'll find in the end, not even one human is #Woke

What it is to be a human, to be woke is to know you might die tonight, #Broke.

A human must animate the energy and matter according to the program scam

It's a code that precludes any beer for my horses, no Black Jack Daniels I am

Cold feet and nothing but shoepantz in sight, still gotta animate the 208 bones

A will to survive the best and the worst of the civilized kids with free i-phones.

No more Socratic method being downloaded to the young, they've got the skips

Classical literature or on-line NEWS honkies deliver the Word to genius minions

Playing ball or spectating the game with blinded eyes and deaf ears, dumb lips

Will to be alive, in this dreamlike matrix of gloom, doom and ecstatic, holy sons.

Categorically imperative i-Phones are the substance of the species, essence esse

God blesses you when you sneeze, but why?  You allowed your spirit an escape

To leave your bones for the ether, above & below, here, there & everywhere else

Truth, GOD, Justice, Platonic & Socratic wisdom's funeral pyre, Superman's cape.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier XVII, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0659 AMPST

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

<3  <3  <3

#BetterToBeThanNotToBe "#NoQuestion" #LIES #BOLDFACEDLies #CREED #BelieveYoureKindOfABigDeal #HeadInFoghat

BLIND FAITH LOVE OF BLUE MOONS & SILVER SPOONS

Monkey's hands are paws, ape's feet are paws, honky homo sapiens' paws are feet & hands

More of the iridescent cream of the crop, no tattoos just the satin of smooth, red heart fans

Monger this and eat it all before you have to share it with the starved masses of fox in a can

In several moments from now, you'll die with no thought that you can stop it, ending began.

Short trip from the womb to the doom you get in the tomb, I don't need the reason's rhyme

Yet it comes and goes willy nilly, regardless of the will or intent of this thing itself, what I am

Nobody but me, nobody but anyone but myself or I, in any case, I deduce an induction of Id

Somewhere in Time's Space, deep underground near the core, it's too red hot, what God did.

I thought just like any other thinking amoeba in the cosmic menudo, that I'm all that it screws

Living in the world's series of misfits filling in black holes with smokey mirrors, it lives so it dies

There's no way that an evolved creation could be this absurd, to play games of mortality rules

On a moon or in a singularity's black hole, all hell's broken loose from the myth, angel fireflies.

Catch the ball, I passed it to you and it's on the way down to your paws, you got it now, run!

For the points, for the win for the sake of the civilized world, Man, Woman, a wise old bum

All above and all below the matter, the flow of the plasm moves directed by the will to power

Either you have it or you don't, it's a win or it's a loss, no middle fork to the finale of A Player.

Passed or run into the red zone, fission and fusion cause the effects which implode in a crypt

Typical invisible souls and DNA bones forming from microscopic code, recalled & forgotten it

On a number line, positive and negative integers to the right and to the left of zero, nil, zip

Funk of burning foam lifting up from the dirty ground beef chucked to the stock yards' heap.

Among you and me, there is nobody else you'll find to flip your pancakes like I can, but wait

A challenger attempts to intercept the butter and syrup taste with the blueberries, too late

Already ate the whole stack of my girlfriend's rack, got whacked and smacked just doin' it

 Conquered because I divided the multiplicity and subtracted additions resulting in this chit.

Pawns can take the queen and put the king into check without trouble as long as it's all safe

If you jeopardize your safety & lose your only chance to become enlightened, sleepy Gomers

With piles and piles of smiles for the tons and tons of #HellsFire, core of the Earth's UV light

Misunderstood, #HowWeDo an historical norm, "in the beginning" there was a cosmic fight.

Being supreme murderer isn't all it's cracked up to be, try to be perfect when it's One & done

No disobedience to morality law and ethical judgements about life, death and the after lives

Where the souls' spirit flies about in the middle of the Void, experiencing Nirvana just for fun

After the rigor mortis sets in, pulverized bones post incinerated cream or formaldehyde Lies.

Who wants a body to return to it's former living selfhood?  Nobody man, nobody, you're nuts

Coming back in an immortal forms of "GHOST" or "GEIST" ain't a Casper it's cracked up to be

Unfriendly ghosts cannot exhibit human fear and loathing of the existence we're blessed with

Too human, lunar ancestors watch from above & below US, ancestors of Stott, I Am Stith.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Janvier XVI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{ Drafted in a @CREED #Tsunami link #OneLastBreath youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ir5_Yeqw01g  }