#RIP #JohnnyFever @HowardHessman #HigherHopes #LowBallers #GetInLine #WeGotHighHopes #ApplePieInTheSkyHopes #InsaneInTheMembrane #GotNoBrain

KIDS & GOATS, THIS AIN'T A PARTY, WTH?

We all can't make this scat up out the blue, Eve, One's case, girl was built

Son, there's a sun & nothing else, I mean, innocent being laid, full on guilt

As if it's your fault that One inseminated God's egg yolk, come on a hollar

This ain't no party, it ain't no disco & you ain't gettin' away with murder.

Down into a deep fissure, not a Garden of Eden from the 60's to the 20's

Now, you move over to the side and watch the traffic 'til ya get a free tow

Triple A or just a beautiful specimen of a woke, human genome, too much

Or It could be right out of the shaker, pepper or salt, just like that & such.

Before you knew you were learnin' to stroke the culture for the benefits

On welfare and foodstamps without lifting a finger to work, socialist skits

Pretending to be sharing the booty when all it is that anyone can see is 'x'

Unknown makes you & I nervous, young or old during an excitement hex.

Moved a germ into an egg, that's it man, that's all you & I are, maybe nots

Could be an invisible soul or smokey ghost only the ESP of the few robots

Most radical purview of high society's street culture of God, the absentee

Nerves cool, reactors, Earthquakes, atomic chains react, continents adrift.

Yet, I'm One, Matter's fission & fusion of the sun's origin, a black, holy Dei

Deep Space, I stare directly into the sun, I'm blind now, ain't a good idea

Snap my fingers but I can't get eye's hindsight or insight back, heretofore

All I could do was lay there, sit & run there, be there, but talk, nevermore.

Behind bars, behind walls, behind gates and invisible doors, It is amazing

Little germ came into an egg & That gets locked up for bad programming

It ain't my fault that I'm here and now, I'm not responsible for all zygotes

You're this creator of the Thing Itself, an infinite matrix of #AllSheWrote!"

365 1/4 days to spin around The Black Light slam, 70 of 'em & y'all home

Queens & kings with tongues firmly planted, inner sanctum cheeks, OM

All I know and all I can say is nothing more than anyone else's scree to be

Firepower's here, now, I think I am, therefore I am, #OOMCDH, rock me!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Janvier XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Filled the empty Void with this ditty while listenin' to a Loop of @EddieMoney #Shakin' https://youtu.be/-MtQMS5596I }

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#GodSake #ManForesake #EarthShakeItUp #EddieMoney #TalkingHeads #MightyTemptations

IT ALL WORKS OUT, A HOT FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, GO FORTH

Either it's a revolting development of the chaos & order or else this is just being all too human

Before you go and jump off a cliff into a Deep End, where even angels fear to go, no seamen

Not here or there or anywhere else, it's a miracle that an iota of DNA survived the Big Banger

We'll never really know the impact first hand but we may imagine that we're a Texas Ranger.

Lookin' for a way to get over the border when you're there on the border of nowhere, man

I wondered what it was like to be the head and feet of the honcho who rules mortality sans

My soul, my spirit, my verve and push and pull on the matters presented by the star's light

Photons deep into my bones, programmed from eons of random collisions of a cosmic kite.

Fly in and check out before you know it, not for me to say or tell any tall tale's short story

Pompous ego has been murdered by the Id, the middle path was the only way to get away

From the muck and the living mud, black, red or terminally dead, it's already gone, I say

Yet there's light at the end of the tunnel, I left it there to find my way back from ol' glory.

Mama mia and father of mine let me know early on that this ain't a party down here, yo

It's never going to get any worse or better than the way it is, when spoutheads wannabe

Talkin' and smokin' the fired up paper and wood of the trees of knowledge, evil-good tea

Hey now, I've got an idea that came down from the helicopter before it crashed in blow.

Drugs in the flowers and dirty, chemistry labs of morons and idiots runnin' in circular pods

As if being all too human wasn't enough for any man, woman, boy or girl, now we got gods

Did I say this wasn't a party?  It used to be and then I got used to the walk of the ho chases

Don't touch it or try to duplicate the look, guitar played your make-up off of your two faces.

Clearly the blind can see everything invisible but when it's in the ultraviolet, infrared, I say

Nothing is all there is, you'll get there without trying, maybe before you know it, any today

Names for the subjects & objects that predicate this here & that there, A to Z, farmer's dell

Enough energy eating itself to wrap around one Singularity, it swallows bad boys in hot Hell.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ #CockSure you'll be reading this at your own peril, drafted the gem while jammin' to the @TalkingHeads with @AdrianBelew LIVE 1980 @Dortmund on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GQo1YK3I0BY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FishFace #GrandmasHands @KidRocks @BillWithers

 

WHERE'RE YOU?  OH GIRL, WHERE'D YOU GO?  NOTHING's PEACE, AMEN

Nothing is all my fault, nothing is all your fault, it's nobody's fault but your ol' mother

It's all there is though besides this rocky dirt underneath our souls, our soles' rubber

Met the road & lasted temporarily forever, all in the mind & in the 6 feet deep graves

Ashes in the water, in the wind, in the woods ready to catch on fire with bitter slaves.

Color of the envelope has no bearing on the matter, your species is identical as god's

Nothing on the skull but a skinny face, shaped like a receded rat's mug, DNA's all set

Funk & the fear of pain and death will corral the monkeys into the cage of the planet

Continental drift & species extinction should quell the UFO alien fears of our hot rods.

This solar system of our star, the sun is safe, humanity has an ability to split ALL atoms

To fuse them, to move them and cause a universal motion of the galaxy's matrix SIMS

No alien wants to be the food of the carnivorous BBQers, their flesh burned, cut & ate

Turned into the wonderful refuse of the pitiful, defective genome, it's defective RNA.

Nobody's fault, just a random accident of nature's collisions into each other, innocent

Highly unlikely & improbable this is a dream within a dream of one, old sleeping giant

Beaming the molecules into the mothers' eggs to cause mitosis, no Man needed a roll

Makin' hay or tokin' leaf that changes a theater of the mind, hallucinating a god hole.

Ask the astronauts and cosmonauts if there's anything other than Earth in Our World

We did, they said there's a reason but nobody finds one, it's for them to go, full stop

Nothing other than this life on Earth in the universe of Earthlings, ain't no cielo, pop

Down or sideways, remember and never forget, live life, ain't no tomorrow, oh girl!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted in the middle of being #Woke by @Armstrong_GettyRadio on iHeart, waitin' for #COW (clips of the week) right here, right now or podcast @ https://www.iheart.com/podcast/the-armstrong-and-getty-show-20474616/?cmp=web_share&embed=true & #StepOnTheBrakes #OhGirl @Chi-Lites on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iaBC5BUh3BM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?