#SuperbowlLVI #TiedZeroToZeroInOT#CheerTailsFormOfTheHuman

 

ABOVE OR BELOW, 2022 #SuperbowlLVI

Incantation of the #SugarChuckles blown, arid air of recycled comet gas

Why you treat others like you don't wanna be treated, so put on your mask

Mugs' sickle cells, mutated RNA of Earth's orbital polarity, slave ship ahoy

I live just like every other son of Cicero & Chicago, paper routed altar boy.

Got music lessons, practice makes perfect, takin' bus drives back & forth

Got altarboy and choirboy and paperboy chores, time for pucks and balls

On or off of the ice, in a gym or out on the alley court, asphalt or concrete

Drumming up the dreams out of nowhere, rehash the IRL imagined sheet.

Honor mother's illegitimate conception of you, all here & now, be good kid

Fear nothin' other than Fear itself, fear the Fear, that's a wrap, it'll be done

Funk from the wagging tails of dogs, fly all over everywhere, what God did

In stealthy, invisible, untraceable form other than a deduction assumed It.

There is one way or another for you to find and evaluate the first premises

Moronic idiots, ignorant minds of the silver spoons & golden geese highs

Fiction of believing in the validity of the Science is ready & set to dissipate

With or without you and I, things themselves remain the same, divine Fate.

Step onto my slippery slope to jump to a conclusion that life is accidental

A random collision of atoms, Hydrogen to Neutrinos in a vacuum of #Hehl

Melted, disintegrated into a degraded biological robot, eat all gov't cheese

No charge to you, just eat what you've been gifted, bread, wine & a breeze.

Upon wakening from the slumber you've been in, never fill all of the cups

Doctor left the building, a finished Master's or a dissertational pHd scree

Pit & the Pendulum, if True is the rest of the story, the end of old foe f-ups

Truth about lies slipped on a slope of Reason's rhyme, all One, me or thee.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, February IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST

{ Bled out of the jugular vein before high noon, waitin' for the delicatessen to deliver...  oh, I'm the One, jammed this little ditty out while listenin' to @Weezer #TheEndofTheGame from #VanWeezer on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nBCRXu6eqMs }

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#PatheticPapaDontPreach #TradeDeadlinePass #WhoMadeWhom #LARAMS #Madonna #SuperbowlLVI #SnoopDreEmMJB #SURPRISESenFinale #FooFightFoodFighters

DEAD DOGS' #COWABUNGA, #SUPERBOWL_LVI &#WINNINGodds

Cancellation of the atmospheric pressure, silenced the noise, silence out of  fig pie holes

It ain't my fault that there was a misunderstanding about an Immortal feature, divine souls

Nothing to perceive without #Abracadabra, direct mind of one's self, blissful goods or evils

Inside of your head or any bone or limb of your corpus dillecti, there's nothing with balls.

Wish once or three times, more or less, creating the magic malfunctions & mocking dualities

Knowing the wisdom of the ending to the chess moves on the board of our world, my screes

On the mark before you get set, you're gettin' ready to go nowhere without a backroad to It

Where is the thing I'm talking about when I can't explain the appearance or It, invisible orbit.

Universal signs, in particular get the last laugh, the temporary yields to the permanent, Ahoy

Good to go for ships or songs about the slave ships that brought dark bones to the home boy

Fifty states from thirteen colonies onto the stage of the life and death of One beast of burden

Who cares other than yo' mama, abstracted chaos down the hatch, in her...holy grail Origin.

You've got to mention the Word, a spell of predication, meaning nothing other than gibberish

Subjects, verbs, objects, their adjectives and adverbs, conjunctions, interjections & swordfish

Annihilate your memory, never recollect anything from your past other than reading & writing

Just because you thought you were so pretty before you got old, now you remove your ring.

Married or even promised happens nevermore, you can bet your last dollar on that, no joke

Stars never move, we do, we spin, we wobble, we revolve around a burning lump of hydroke

It rhymes, the dream within a dream, like a song that has a good, groovy melody, #1 Hit song

You'll go nowhere fast, regardless of  your ilk, used or abused the theoretical physics' throng.

Justice being a ham sandwich, hungry or not, nearly put to death by the spoiled, putrid meats

Called it Bologna from the city in Italy that killed and cured the dead animals for culinary eats

Smoking snakes, cats and dogs have nothing to say about anything of the Human, all too cool

Apes in ecstasy regarding rock, statues of granite rock or any rock, any form of the beautiful.

Mystic and innocent, fathers of the sons whose mothers sang the foreign songs of dragon Ids

Breath of smoke and fire directed at your face, skin and bones, to reap the scat you created

Propostional logic created from a #BigBang & a Space-Time continuum, beyond pure reason

What is can not be what is not anything at all, if it is then I'll be a hillbilly, ignorant of V, son.

Magic and coincidence animate the matter, into anti-matter we become what the abyss is

Nothing, less than everything in particular and in general, it's mass and Space-Time dreams

As if you ain't gonna wake up from a dream, you won't die or stop Abracadabra heartbeats

Grace is inside & outside our faces, it's a pleasure to serve, eat, shat, it is done, failed feats.

It ain't your fault that you think and speak like someone deceived by lies from a holier crook

A sage explained the infinite to the finite, already gone to Hehl, babbling all pigs recollected

Get what's gotten, no need to accumulate It, machismo is here, in search of a miraculous nook

Beast and humane, stars cancel that data, it's all set in the planet's history, gods are all dead.

Abyss of sheeple, horses, pigs, chickens, dogs, cats, insects, macro-microscopic, viral icebergs

All of It, gain of function research find a Holy of Holies or finds a sight of the war, fears of ass

Microscopic nano GODS, sub-atomic, thoughtless yet accomplished, lock-step Jesus' cyborgs

Unmoved mover Voided It, left a robust goose, buddha's golden egg & a bleeding heart pass.

Sucker born every minute either @WCFields or @AlisterCrowley said it first or last, yo cats!

Dirty dancing behind a transparent piece of plastic, transparent barrier to stop foo fighters

They come in and out of our world, our atmosphere as we would if we could, y'all are all in

SMOKEY, rebellion of the Foo, there's fire & there's a fight that never happens, so they win.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ #JackedUp jammin' this ditty out while #JAMMIN ON SOME CONCERT @FooFighters jammin' youTube link @ https://youtu.be/aoWmrYiGTOM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BoogieTheBoogie #Bobolink #KickinStones #TopsZZ @AlistairCrowley #FooFighters

COME & PLAY ON MY BATTLEGROUND, NO FINALE, NO WIN 

Pretending you've got something to be happy about, had a B-ball

You did what you did and you've been held responsible for a Sin

Original, venial, mortal or celestial, sand's gone through the glass

How fast or how slow it gets repeated ad infinitum is up to us all.

Fundamental and first thing out of my mouth is on the lip smack

Out of the woods & into an old town menudo, drunk for a scuffle

Dance floor full of sawdust, outlaws, cowboys & cowgirls a sizzle

No apes, just some skin on bones in the darkness' of Hackensack.

Strobe lights go on, sundown just a memory, dark road ahead, Id

Ruling the inner ego & being arbiter of my ethics, a good god kid

Alive through the scuffles & the unconscious bruhahas, pork BBQ

Silver dreams, golden smiles, and more to do with Nothing new.

Pork on the BBQ, chops and T-bones for the minions to cut in two

Masticated in smaller bites than bytes, swallowed nearly or not

Disturbingly predictable, it's just a Heinrich maneuver away, FOO

Unidentified Flying Objects of outer space, so, I think I'm a robot!

Morbidity, quality of being on the way to die, all species comply

No free choice or alternative method to the madness, I'm my guy

Forearms and kneecaps used for the battle, winners always win

I had honor, strength, intent to rise above the fray, no splittin'.

Of leaves you've picked & grinned from a sole soul, a seed above

Below the ground, dirty tricks turned into the sleight of hand jive

Morality and the educated guesses at the race course's finish line

Searched, found, lost it & recollected the whole below, I am love.

I'm beaten, drawn the complexity in a motion picture's star saga

Gurgling every gasp, in and out of my lungs, no capacity for Gaga

Happiness is where it's at but I'm not there & I never will be free

I'm hot, on fire, Chicago white trash junky, playin' on a roll to be.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, February VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Skidded into the ice finale, on the seat of my pants & drafted this little ditty while jammin' on #DearPrudence by the @Beatles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wQA59IkCF5I }

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