#Substance & the #NFLCategoricalImperative #Niners #Jimmy #WhiskeyForMyMen #BeerForMyHorses

UNIVERSAL, PARTICULAR RULES, SUBSTANCE & FORM DISSIN' #nftZ & #bitcoin TIME'S SPACE

---warp------

Field goals win tied games in One way to go directly past ma's & pa's rules, life factoids

Punks & junkies who raise them all touch the head of civilization's revolution androids

Your mothers I'm talkin' about because they made an error on their virginal moon-sun

Let your father into the sacred womb of Man's species, One way to survive extinction.

Now enter the fear of Unknowns & the loathing's jealousy that round out the RNA/DNA

It's time for the reckoning, all deeds done with or without fear of the light of the day

Night and any twilight zone between life and death, beyond the holy gods' supremacy

This is all you get, blowhard words to fill in blanks on screens, dead tree paper's Pity.

Balm softens hard-arse skin on feet & hands but does nothing for low IQ minds of birds

Now is yesterday & tomorrow but it might be all over in a NYC minute with dad's Words

I'm referring to the magic spells, hidden from magicians & witches who rule demi-gods

Your career is over now, your words will not see light of days or the dark Truth bloods.

You're born in a ghetto or boxcar with mother's named Bertha, 'move in an egg' is OK

Until you are told words that you keep alive, #Section8 so GD #Woke, American bloke

To be alive after you've been forced to see the rubber meeting the rules of a backroad

I need some shine, some poke salad & I'm good 'til @Offspring's hunger carry overload.

I'm all in as if it's my choice to be or not to be, it's the good, the bad & ugly that do it all

No other choices on the board to guard your back without backup, on your own softball

For the love of money & homo sapiens' species being One, it is all that's left of nowhere

Buying what's not for sale for all you have saved & all you own, in a coffin, it ain't fair!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ #Cocksure and over the line drafting this monkey-shine while listenin' to @CrosbyStillsNashYoungEtAL #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/MUIEI094YUc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YoullNeverWorkInThisTownAgain #fair #YouGonnaMissMeWhenImGone #BeerforMyHorses #WhiskeyForMyGoodMenAndBadBoys

TOPGUN'S WORST TOP SECRET, DOWNIN' SHOOTERS WITH COWGIRLS IN HOTPANTS

Y'all got a Maker,up country who settled all the unsettled settlers down by the river, a pokin' in the eye

Neither reason nor any rhyme to the surface, to the field of direct current comin' out of nowhere but sky

Rain comes down, H2O floods the muds around the rocks that roll down off mountain quakes & shakes

Morons and idiots runnin' up & down your fool face of full rotten dentist pulls, rainin' infinite flakes.

Mum's a world's words, drunken, over-satiated, funky monkey-devolved H1, atomic Nuke of Hydrogen

Miracles happen to inconceivable zygotes that blew out of a hot star's exploded-implosion, origin's Sin

One became two then three ad infinitum, helpless to terminate any function, already gone offroad hells

Mirror reflecting the surface of a clear, snake-oneness without humane animation, gong of Hell's bells.

Matter and energy on a fulcrum that I have in balance, weighted even, left, right-centered under a down

To the mouth of rivers where it all goes back into the boneyard sea of Adam's bleed to make me frown

So sad that it's really this bad but what can a poor man do, what can a rich woman do, like it, just Die

All there is, no reward or punishment from an empty vacuum, an astronomical unit is a mile too high.

It appears to be an era that benefits the apes that eat the fish and drink the whiskey & beer left for God

An offering of the best we had to offer, there was nobody and nothing that actually appeared out Void

Just the medicine men and the magicians who fooled the fools, it wasn't personal, it was as easy as a pie

Cherry or apple from the chopped down trees in the orchard, rats come but they starve hating the Lie.

Covered with some powder flower, dipped in liquid rock & rolls of dead leaves unwritten upon, burnt

As if there is any other way to think about these things, no metaphysical or ethical dynamics, we Sin

In a garden or at the top of the mountains, bottom of the ocean or underground from the river's current

Trees, grass, stardust, fortune & random collisions of atomic mustard gas, all living & nothing's dead.

Junk of bums left at the side of the tracks where rats and snakes fear to go, dangerous boxcars Kill 'em

Smashed & grabbed from stores & left out in the open, element incineration, buried molecular phlegm

Bore through the holy & find fear and scared little babies, no he-men, no wonder-women et al in a Void

Already gone, way back in '51, thanks for the trip-ride down memory lane, at One, H2O mama's droid.

Streamin' up river where the hatchery of eggs are dropped into the water & pushed to their wipe outs

If lucky enough to escape the hooks, nets, hard rocks, sand drifts & storm drains of sewage scat spouts

Lucky or unfortunately yours and mine, the ticks and the tocks move at a momentary lapse of a moon

Gone around in circles, changing the ecliptic at odds with the alignment of the ellipse, off to Cancun.

Brooms swept up cave dust then flew hot witches away, ad infinitum, a Time's Space lord of the rings

Common or complex and rare, nothing and something are so close to being the same, it's Yin, it's Yang

Riverbank of sand waiting for my food to wash down from the mountains, with the gold & fishing song

Washed, clean, swimmin' like a gamete in a sea of tranquility, above & below the Sage's happenings.

All jacked up, just like last night & the weeks and months before the beginning of the end's black hole

I took a long ride to the river & dropped myself into the liquid, I dipped myself in the sky, up & down

No way this was so nice and then boom, I hit a hard boulder that wouldn't move my skull's night gown

Smashed dead, necessary & sufficient, all right out of there, sucked me, it's way gone, 208 bones roll.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Janvier XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{  Written while jammin' to some @BonnieRaitt #SomethingToTalkAbout in a loop link @https://youtu.be/mJ58TVYNFro }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#SomebodyGotAway #SomebodyDidntGitTooFar #WhiskeyForMyMen #BeerForMyHorses

RAISED WHISKEY GLASSES & GUNSMOKE ON A LIVE, EVIL STREET

Stung in the face 'tween the eyes before I knew it, the deed was all done, I got shot... I died...

Out in the Great Beyond, above and below this lump of solar flotsam & jetsam, is what I am

Bottoms went up much more than you'd think they would, if you snooze, you lose, it's no lie

Truth becomes you & I and when we never tell a lie, one's word of honor catches fish on a fly.

Bums, junkies, mentally insufficient and physically #Maleficent, fairies roam the ether's stew

Cosmic from atom to red giants and black hole's singularities, the whole shebang never blew

Always been expanding since the First Cause forgot to remain in place, first movement, boom

Here & now were are, it's a gift so accept the moments as stolen & unrepayable, God's room.

Talkin' Zeus or Ra or Ahura Mazda and the pantheon of mythical dynamos in charge of a Hehl

Order in our tiny minds only, subjects, predicates, express the existence & futile quest for fun

Rats, roaches, birds, invertebrates, bacteria, viral DNA shape formation, a Form of me at One

Preconceived as a #selfie notion, a pledge of being cream of the crop, it's all a lot of cowbell!

At once upon this time, stuck in a conscious loop while riding the 'L' train in a Chicagoan loop

Gone before it actually caught an even stride, fell off of the razor's edge on a proverbial scoop

Fell way down to the bottom where I landed safely on my feet, but my feet weren't under me

I forgot exactly what happened but I've lost my life in the 208 mortal bones, to not or to be.

Muscles & wits assist survival but accidental death happens before the graduation to success

Not only is that true & it cannot be false but also, in the end, even sceptics will see The Light

Which they all find is what they are, indeed, starlight inside & outside, we're all caput right?

As it remains to be seen until the last gasp for gas, late bloom, better off in ignorance's bliss!

I'm in no hurry to see nothing when my eyes are wide open, unblinking in an atrophy's blues

Rotting and beginning bacterial deterioration, sense of taste and smell all gone with the Flu's

Inside of & anywhere near a sewer, any 911 building up from foundation's mud, blood & beer

Send 'em all to their maker, that will settle 'em down, hung high in the street's loathing fear!

In the ground, on the ground, of the ground and the gunsmoke settled atop my dirty GD face

All I wanted to do was to breathe, be happy and healthy, laugh a little, cry a little with grace

Victory answered for wicked deeds, happy or not, it was a journey down under, riding it dirty

Gangsters' evil force always will be here & now, gunsmoke puts 'em underground, roll a fatty!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XXIInd, MMXXII @ 0830 AMPST

 

{ Pried this word flombet while jammin' to #BeerForMyHorses @WillieNelson & @TobyKeith #GangstersDoinThirtyDaze #WhiskeyForMyMenBeerForMyHorses link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?