#YouBetterSTFU ... or else ... #YourCall #PersonaOfBovineScat #DeepDiveStareDown

"TRINITY WAS & IS WHAT IT ALWAYS WILL BE, THE THING ITSELF!"  - #NotPlato

 

GATOS OF #BOVINE-POOH, C L O W N CAVES ON MY BLOCK, A FAIT COMPLET

Some people rove the planet, motherless children who learned to act a foo fight slut

Comin' into the home base with a spike-high slide in the filthy dirt of the wet sandlot

I am deep into the broken glass from the bottles and jagged, thin tin tops, undercut

There is a day in the year that you'll die, it's unknown as if it never, ever was, I, robot.

Talent is irrelevant, it's the cyber-programming and if it's not deleted, it's the way it is

From birth until the last fit to stay alive, home run for The End, an infinity of finite fizz

Call out with One voice that's silent, blasting walls out of infinite Space, happy frown

Imagine nothing in front or behind you, naught on either side, neither up or way down.

It's not what I want or need but if you can't get past the Word, you already know Sin

Fortune to be breathing taken for granted, moved 208 bones flombet, not an option

Necessary condition for being alive is paying attention & get ready to kill for the Salt

Cocked heads and shrugged shoulders, I am not sorry, it's not my obligation or fault.

I am the pills I've swallowed to remain in tact, stop the insanity of mortality, WTF over

Moms labored, delivered and surprised us with milk from teats & warm plastic bottles

Gone fishing every day for the catch of my life, it's not under the sea, it's next to Me

On the Ends...you hope you're gonna know in Time, you won't, trust in gods, it's free!

Rent or lease or buy and own, either way you're gonna die with no clothes on, naked

As a J-bird or a holy man or holy woman who made the days move away from a bed

No sleep left during the immortal consciousness' kickin' around the warps of a clock

Watch out in front and behind you, look up and down, left and right, I AM #TheBlock!

Take five minutes to rest before you go insane in the membrane, mothers are fathers

Nothing needed in the genome of chromosomes other than the cells, go get a R O O M

It's a matter of Time in Space, things will be annihilated someday, a few million years

Bums and junkies left to save us, depend on them for the Love, it's 11:59:59, B O O M!

How will you make it past your Death?  You won't my friends and enemies, no way!

Die and that's all the breath you get, you get nothing else, y'all sins y'all takes It away

Paying for Soul & Mind, the lease is not so important any more, you are way decrepit

Function of your calculus is now as it always has been, accidental collision, God's chit!

Cats awaiting the kill & the water holes swelling with the elixir of Life, you know this

Survival of your inner spirit depends on your Defensive Offense and Will to get Bliss

Reward for the trials & tribulations of your mother's labor, blood, mud & beer foam

Down to the bone, inner sanctum of giants or midgets, only strong survive, #DieRome!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, February XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Cracked out of the noggin' while listenin' to the mighty duo @Arstrong_GettyRad https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

F I N I S

#SprayWithLysol

W.W.A.R.D.

#KilledIt #KillingIt #WillKillIt #ItIsAllIAM #SunKissed #LOLs & #GuffawsAbound #PrettyMuch #WhiskeyForMyMen #BeerForMyHorses

FASTER FOR OL' SORRY CHARLIE, #JusDoIt 2-2-22 #CarryOnChunkyMonkey

Real deals come and go as if there is no tomorrow, meaning what you think it means

There is no tomorrow, it's equal to the past yesterdays, not here, there or anywhere

What I mean by what I say is what you understand, it's the way it is, my way, the One

Not you or your kin or cohorts, nobody but me, it's not my freedom to choose the fun.

Scrambled my mother & father in a microscopic recipe of Me, nobody don't know chit

Pretend like you've been protected by the armored knights of the invisible proletariat

Minced the mice and the men in a menudo, a collage of extinct cuckoo in a black book

Nucleus split to fuse your dream into an iron fist, punch yourself in the face you crook!

Who is cynical?  Your ma & pa?  Your brothers and sisters and friends?  Your enemies?

2/2/2022 in love with the two step, it's easy and you look like a genius, gods of Id Zoos

Way is narrow, no way is a bit more than you have, Nothing is the creator of the zeroes

Here's a witch's spell to incant, presto, chango, abracadabra, please & thanks my bros.

Far from here & now, the mean, bad bears & lions in the mountains, game hunter trips

Food is all we may be once we're bleeding and caught by the throat by the carbon tiger

Mad, mad, mad, mad world we have here, neither the fault of anyone or Earth's masks

I did not see that you could hide behind your mask, now I see, no pretty nose, thin lips.

You're way off base & out of your element, my friend, dear mam or sir, eh buddy boy

Not that I ever had any desire to enlighten the ignorant within me, used political ploy

As if I know that my conscious awareness is anything more than a brain function Math

Equal to, more or less, the Con is the final deduction/conclusion, based on, I'm wraith.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  2-2-2022

{ Drafted while whining deep inside of my invisible soul, it's really not there where it ought to be & listenin' to this #ShesGone @DarylHall & @RobThomas on youTube infinite link @ https://youtu.be/hApQJ_n447A?list=RDMM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AllJackedUP @SebastianManiscalcoLIVE #FetchSome #RedneckParadise #HolyHoleInTheWall #FreeAndEverclear #GoneToCHURCH #DONE

LIFE'S OVER WHEN IT'S OVER, DOG!  CHEERIOS, ZONE TWILIGHT ALONE

The sky above is blue and the dream has been blacked-out, it's a pay-per-view network

No pay means you don't play for a minute or for keeps, you don't get a thing to twerk

You and the rest of humanity uses logic and reason to live until y'all die, corpse of Man

It ain't your fault but now it's all you've got to see it all man, an idiotic moron's tin can.

Saved from dying at or before childbirth & onto the final days before the ending One

It's gonna come whether you like it or not, whether I write this & you read it or not

Nothing can stop the inevitable thrust of the loneliness out there in deep outer Space

All alone, nobody to be with or talk to, you are all there is, all you've got, one last shot.

To be or not to be is a split infinitive that needs to be alive before life existed to recall

The memory that appears in an infinity of mirrors facing one another, yellin' play ball

Nevermore do they move or animate a metatarsal, no good, bad or ugly mug of a boss

Judge not lest ye be judged, I don't judge, the scat just happens without a First Cause.

Freaks havin' fun just like the groomed daughters & sons of One Dreamer, Alpha male

In heaven above or the fire of the leftovers deep within the bowels' refuse, a Third Rail

Runs the whole shebang from first to final gall bladder blast, apes, fish & cockroaches

Mine field of F-bombs comin' before you know it, kids in gangways in Chicago for sale.

So you can get the welfare and the foodstamps with no social security, monopoly cash

Stamps made without a treasury of gold to back the paper from dead trees, that is All

Folks in dire straits and some in for a shock on the last day they live life, it's comin' see

You Mind as well get your skin and bones prepared for the worse, as a rotting dummy.

Aware you've spent hours on appearing to be the beautiful even if you're a plain Jane

Or a John oblivious to the nature of the beast on the streets, in the city of Freemen too

Thrust of the genome to reproduce regardless of the repercussions of a moment's max

In a climate of heat or the snow of an igloo surrounded by white water, cold as ice tax.

Settle down now, don't get your panties in a bunch again, stiff upper lip recommended

We never were here to begin with, before our conceptions in our mom's deep wombs

Uncertainty of the principle theorem is merely a formality, nothing at all matters to us

Matter is nothing at all other than a formation of random atoms, drawn stickmen fuss.

Step forward or backward, look ahead or behind, be One or Many, stop the music din

It's all unheard of, you can't even dance to the nick of the beat, it's All off the old grid

Patched up Wonderland holes in the arguments for the existence of Reason being alive

Within the mind of Man, Woman, animals and plants leftover from the Big Banger Jive.

Then it's clearly a deduced conclusion, we're accidental collisions of atomic dusty road

It's over, no more books to comprehend meaning of induction/deduction, son, oh son

A tool you'll be as you're created to be, not a user of tools but a Tool etal, so Be At One

Without which nothing remains, hammer of the arm & arm of a hammer, way Blowed!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February XXIst, MMXXII @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @MarshallTuckerBand #AllTrax link @ https://youtu.be/fz_D_52JmAk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?