#AloneAtWarWithOneLove #GiveItAllTakeNothing #HeartBrokeSiblingMuscle

LONG ARM OF THE LAW:  7th SONS DON'T GET TOO FAR FROM GUNSMOKE WARS

I got some good news & some better news so which do you want first?  It's a miracle and I see

Answered all the questions for the mysteries that confound the empty mind, to be or not to be

It's never not to be since the universe is infinite and cannot be resolved by annihilation of atoms

Void's empty of you & I & everything else with a molecule of Hydrogen, God sends all the bums.

Contract the macrocosm into a microcosm, expand the microcosm into a macrocosm, that's all

Nothing more nor less than the whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth, help your gods trip & fall

Stumble along now, the path is never easy and there's some obstacles, you know who's Papa

Gunsmoke rises to the blue sky, rocks fall down to the underground, sent to the maker, Mama.

Drunk or higher than kites ever need to be, unconsciously conscious of the subconscious mind

Blunder waiting to happen, mistaken reality for the illusion of the hallucinations of ten LSD trips

Nobody knows what you're thinking but you know what they're thinking, "I could kick his arse!"

Although it's never true, it's the thought read, the facial expression, the eyes' focus on the blind.

Shots in the dark from the shogun marriages due to the ecstasy stolen before a holy ceremony

Hard to hear soft, quiet or loud or even see beautiful or fugly, smooth or rough to Midas' touch 

It's only a matter of time before we come around to the ways of the world, kept it rollin' 'round

Before it was way too late, Truth is that the Word is stay High above or below my voice's sound.

Evil forces stop my soul from hunting and fishing for the prey I need to remain healthy or I die

If you don't like it, frankly I don't give a damn, your existence is merely one piece of cherry pie

Baker puts the fruit of the vines into the dough of the crushed up flour, divided yet still at One

In the end, solid, hard times come into vivid focus, intelligence tracks me, I'm The Seventh Son.

Got my guns and knives but the bombs blew them away with my friends and family, it's all over

It's too hard to handle the crews who cannot commit to the discipline of being a perfect soldier

Marching to the cadence of drum beats and horn blasts, around the bon fire or on the way Out

From the warm homes to hard & cold Truths away from the Fire's burned ether, do not doubt.

Hot as a six-gun pistol & just as cold as a cube of water-ice, she can work my inner sanctum hole

Where no other soul is allowed entry, there's only one allowed enter & carouse the shop's M.O.

Sun's dreams recovered, while Human's #Woke choke on spit shines & immaculate conceptions

Force of up and down, awakened, lie to me, that's all folks, it's a spell of the Origin's mortal sins.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Dribbled this out of the spitune this AM While jammin' on a loop of #WhiskeyForMyMenBeerForMyHorses link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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!

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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.?