#HeyPaula #PlayBalls #EmptyShakerOfSalt #TheUNHOUSED #WharehouseWomen

JUICED & COLLAPSED INTO OBLIVION, ADAMS ARE HEADED TO THIS EVE

Forth to the back of One's empty womb, Void of the universe is all in an infinite piece of mind

Cutting the slices into enough pieces to keep the 3.14 of @pi is a .14141414... All ad infinitum

Complex to the simplicity of a neutron inside of a proton with an orbiting electron & a cosign

Calculus hot tips, be just one electron, a proton and a neutron, that's all there is, bottom line.

Baddest Ugly make-up for the lack of the Goods, the money and the private property of MAN

All just too human to express with words but it's all I've got for suffering in the garbage's can

What I know is all I've read and all I've been told, Word-Up from mouth to ear, ad infinitums

All spouses become as divorced as they were before they set eyes on one another's ol' bums!

Before you knew, 'fore I learned to say it, Truth was available in a nutshell, snort a Word line

Once you've bitten into the core, either the bitter taste or the sweet texture's juice of a Shill

Reason and rhyme for you in the kitty, I bet you have no idea Who The Hell is Puxatawny Fill?

Matter and the form of it all, from One to the Many, subatomic & cosmic, I've blown A Mind!

It was all in my head, I made it up as I was stuck garbage in my home, inside me, the prophet

A hamper, a hidden hindsight with an insight you'll know, camp in a tent, #RosevilleRoadClose

All neighbors pay no rent & use diapers for their refused garbage of Scat. over thar' she blows

Down up the road, like a bum who doesn't work for free or work for any business for a profit.

Charity of the vagabond, drifter from coast to coast, border to border, ground to 8 miles high

Above and below this thing itself, call it what you'd prefer, 7 continents of atrophied divinity

Space and Time bending the dream into the finale, the bitter end of the return to the Origin

Dead and gone, spaced & immaterial, already gone except for the echo I recollect, I Am #SIN!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi 2 février 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 Ante Meridian (AM) Pacific Standard Time (PST)

{ Gashed from the neutron neutrality of this little ditty's parental guidance from #AlphaBetaZeta while listenin' to a #PlethoraOfSoulRhythm #SlowScrewsAllowed link @ https://youtu.be/fVO1NTzAL00 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#LetsGoBrandonHoHo #KidRock #eminem #WethePeepo

SPORES IN YOUR MIND'S EYE, A BLINK & IT'S LIKE IT'S YOUR '#A' GAME

Why aren't we so happy that we're dancin' in the streets, #Lockdown is all over now

The animal and plant species of Earth have survived the devastating effects of a show

For the minions alive and dead, it makes no sense and that explains the blinded fates

They know not what they do because they're ignorant beasts of burden with mates.

Reproducing DNA in a finite world, as if there is any pure reason, regurgitated bones

Skin in the game to reconcile the discrepancies created by the society's enculturation

It's nobody's fault that's alive right now, dead men, queens & kings of a scorching sun

It's up to each one of us to either modify the notion or the conception to be at One.

Adam and Eve constructed mythological explanation for being alive on this spasm

Some random collision of divinity's successes and failures, chain reaction of plasm

It's Charm, it's Love and subatomic protons are uninhibited friction, orgasmic Cake

Pork and beans, pig and the legume create the miracle fruit of the loom, god's sake.

Nothing is the same as something like the center of a zero on paper, a dot in a matrix

Touch of today's islands & all seven continents, all used to be isles of mountains here

The Hydrogen and Oxygen is leaking out into the outerspace around our original sin

It can't be recovered, water levels decreasing due to this Big Bang, bong evaporation.

When the moonlight I cast in your eyes blinds you for a minute, revolution is doomed

Shapes & forms of the bricks and the mortar before the afterbirth, in a womb's room

Clearly disintegrate into invisible pieces of the substance, conceptually analyzed dead

Everything else in space between all things is Nothing, matrix bent, emit a spore head.

I believe you can't find the nut inside of the shell unless you crack it, it's hard as a rock

Running through the creation of the nut from the seed of a tree, s mortal immortality

Perrenial metalogic and the speed of the light coming out the sun are First Cause of I

Me, you & everything animated or dead as a stone, we all give up the spook, My son!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 1er février deux mille vingt-deux A.D. à dix heures du matin. {Tuesday, 2-1-2022}

{ Counting the crows moving out the cornfields & listenin' to #TheMightyTemptations #Masterpiece link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0vvuhLZiPA0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#MEandSHEfoEva

#StickThisAndThatInYourPoemYourProseWordsUP

EXTINCTION'S RASCALS, MAGIC VALENTINE #FLATTS HEART & AN A-TRAIN TO CHURCH

Mumbling the gist of the dank pony soldiers who roam foothills of Sierra de la Eye Can scam

Imploring every genius who puts out for the gang in the hood, to donate Time in a Space's out

Just because your parents couldn't afford to move out #TheProjects of God, a holy victim shout

Accidents happen & some intent to yield a full monty of social ganje, yo bums, jacked-up spam.

Pink inside when oxygen can't reach it, a breach in the container allows it's red flow to income

Bose speakers of Deutschland, straight out of of pi times Atilla, son of no 7th Reich, a hobo bum

Pringles and chips of potatoes from Idaho with the garlic from California, mixed up nuts, my son

I know little or nothing about anything, all is like a newborn mind in a boy's or girl's zygote gun.

Certainty of dreams that end well during the phase before and after the zero on the Time line

A  principle of ethics & being the strongest in a negative fix, ugly, bad & the good fear to be fine

Such a fine specimen of that can't find me, amnesia and blinded by the highlights, it's chartreuse

Nearly lemon yellow and lime green, makin' the two turn into the One, screwed off, too loose.

Swords in sheaths and knives in boots, no gunpowder or pistol whippin', babysitting on a grave

Sleeping on the couch or on the dirty, clean clothes from my empty drawers, wanna be a slave

To the Words you say, meaning nothing behind them or in front of them, Word is a silent #XY

Chromosomes' random, out of primate order of a Being in control of Gates' holy yomama cry.

Gone as are two in one, an operatic choirboy's serving of divine worship. empty handed HoHo

Puns of the monstrous idiots and guardians of the pseudo-Truths of the dead minions, I know it

Fools are briefing me on the nature of the beast, just a kid from the city of being the second too

Chocolate City run by random collisions of atomic matter, intent to populate extinct, scat pooh.

So early before breakfast that your mind atrophied without the sustenance & fuel to justify Be

Alive and ready to die just because that's the way it is, you can't make this scat up, it's the Truth

Fathers and mothers died and didn't know why, they laughed about the jokes, a hook of the sea

Too humane to admit it, you're the sacrifice on the funeral pyre, transubstantiation forsoothe.

Mingle away in the morass of impossible scenarios without any love of humanity's surreality fix

On the days and nights between conception and the dissolution of the dead & gone, axe licks

I played the accordion for your edification, keyboard on the right, buttons 120 on the left, schit

Practice made perfect, over and over again, scales to die for, I played all my future in this past.

Myriad of fun to be put into perspective 'fore that final gasp of gas, yours, mine, we all gotta go

Still born or over a hundred, it's better than an alternative universe's possible world, a ho Yo-Yo

Imperial or a Butterfly, they all let me do the tricks from 'round the world to walkin' the doggie

Horizon's a mile away, flip a coin, smell it, taste it, feel it?  Won High Hope, to be or not to bee.

It don't matter one, tiny bit if you're with me on the trip, on the middle path's long road home

We got here alone & we've got to cut out of here all alone too, it ain't my fault, it's yours son

Maybe it was your daddy's obligation to save you from big, bad gods of California Sierra snow

Years under a bridge and singin' from the top of your smoked lungs, avenues & streets to blow.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{  Drafted during a @RascalFlatts jam @ @FiddleAndSteelGuitarBar in @PrintersAlley in @NashvilleTenn 11-6-2014, rewound for your edification @  https://youtu.be/3TViDIeUHjo & @EricChurch #InConcert @ https://youtu.be/7l6mK7joNzs?t=19 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?