#PinkFloydPigFloatsMoneyToThePig #WingChung

 SQUARED PIG TWEETS OF ICE-CUBED STRIKES & THE ARRIVAL OF WANG

Deeper fade than a pass on a bridge o'er frozen water, #PlayBall beside heavy metal selves

Can't open the cans or bottles to get the emptiness preserved by the vacuum of deep spaces

Honoring the narrow way by deleting any other way to move ahead is the function of calculus

My lead followed becomes the trigger of extinction, splitting One into the Many, I got a buzz!

Fault to go around to be responsible but I'm irresponsible as usual, Holy of the Holy's all gone

Ghosts & spirits that used to move the stones and liquid mud closer toward extinction's dawn

Swords, knives & knowledge to delete Marie and Antonio, leftovers for Mary & Tony to be On

Surface and vacuum of your inner sanctum, a vector pointed to pop, so kiss the skies my Son!

Parked at a stop sign, burning rubber and squealing like a pig off the line, 1/4 mile under ten

Victory in Defeat are the only two outcomes of this game, it's a roll of die or a full house hand

You are going to die, children, women and old men, just because you hate COVid19 & DNA

Destroy you and yours, that will be the end of it, species extinction, launch the arsenal's sky.

Here and now, stupid idiots and translating morons' speeches into logical conundrum's sea

Dark black sea without a bottom, without being dead as a door's nails, all the iron maids see

Beyond good & evil, living and dead things build mountains of rock to roll pantys, gotta blow

Why do you breathe in and out?  Are you out your mind, don't know & don't care to know.

Eating the living after it's dead, that's what we do, how about you?  Are you in?  I am all in

Inherited this position in the middle of nowhere, began with & will end with nothing at all

Here and there is Space & here & now is Time, material world of matter doesn't matter too

It's exactly the same as it was before your conception, S.O.S. after dissolution of me & you.

Adam's apple lost in the western civilization after Orientals left the spices mixed in holy fun

Of the warm gun pointed in the main line's direction, ready to confuse A bambino of A One

Seventh son brought the dawn on, revolved & pulled the triggered along, one hotty's spark

Projectile Kool-Aid AFDC at #Projects' Windy City, where bad, good or ugly square the mark.

Marked the dust with the "Z" for Zorro, not only am I not but also will I never be, the gato Z

Stealing from the rich to give to the poor merely a ruse to protect the property and gold fee

Charged for the toll to bypass the bridge over the troubled, black water falls of the gold river

Intruders intrusion won't be complete 'til the final dump triumph, bittersweet tweet twitter.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March 1st, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Crafted in bits and pieces of Ate while watchin' @Darren_Wang #SuperMe (China 2021) link @ https://youtu.be/uTlIvy6dANg & #InsideTheCIA #OnCompanyBusiness link @ https://youtu.be/EYrznlDTE_M & #Delta8 @BabeRuth @CoVid19 #BestHighlights @ https://youtu.be/6-4Z2rMcFo8 }

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#NoRegrets #OutOfBreath #ItsUndone @PrivateSNAFU etc etc etc #LooneyTunesInPerpetuity

JIG'S UP BOYS, HULLABALOO 'BOUT A BALLY WHO?  ZILCH*

Don't tell any mothers or girls that the sun's beating like a sledge hammer on an empty TV set

Gravity & a great wide-open that's neither fixed nor variable, win out of place in a show, I bet

Third stone from the star, we've been suckin' off of hind teat at the solar system's galactic titty

Of wet hydrogen & oxygen, gangsters doin' 30 days, on an infinite trip on what it is just to be.

A human being, a wonder woman and super man grown from an egg, split by an alien microbe

Here and now is where we all are at this time, 2022 years after God's gift, to be for 12 months

Repeat ad infinitum, what goes around certainly comes around, even that lonesome highway

Or the train to Memphis or even on down to New Orleans, I speak French, you see?  Oui, oui.

I thought about this and that a lot, just like everybody else, our parents had the dead end DNA

Now we've got it, all of us without an exception, unless you're a clone from a test-tube of PETA

Listen carefully to the theme, gist of the philosophy headed away out of a dark, black hole sun

Cause of both first & final atomic split is All or Nothing, dreams in neutrino fusion, son, oh son.

Since you'll be the only one dying when it's time for you to die, I don't want to remind you, yo

But there's going to be a time down the road to Escondido that we'll hitchhike on through too

Somewhere there's a space and a safe place to stay out of the Way, where demons fear to go

Not only to recollect the miraculous things that have happened in life since birth but too blue.

I can write and express my inner thoughts just fine, whether they're incomprehensible or not

The words that I make flesh by staying dry ink stained on sheer tree pulp or cyberspace datum

Mothers of Mary & fathers of Joseph let the orphans raise themselves with amoral supervision

You see what you get when you pretend to be the King or Queen of mankind, fix a crucifixion.

Above and below the signs that will tell you where to go if and only if you can read bonanza

Sounds to the deaf are void, sights tot he blind are emptiness, taste of the good, bad & ugly

Gives off the smell and leads to the touch of silky, easy rhythm and blues, I know God, I see

Toes tappin' and head's bobbin' while 208 bones be rockin' dawn to dusk, or is it vice versa?

Stay with me, a few more steps to the final ebb and flow, it's easy and it won't be out of order

Paradise and the lack of it can't be created, it always was and always will be, for the One, see?

Drive it on home before the finale's curtain drops, stay loose & don't lose it, Time is to murder

Scantily clad with a will to thrill a monkey chill up my spine, I cannot say how much I love her.

Sudden impact of the power you've gleaned from the wisdom trove of the world's recordings

On paper or in cyberspace, the result is a historical record of thinking about why heaven sings

You do hear that noise don't you?  It's constant so maybe that's why you don't care anymore

I probably did lose some  #touch but I gained the lead speedin' around the dead man's curve.

Sent my clothes to the cleaners & my jewelry to the lost & unfounded corpus dillecti on the fly

Four score and seven years ago from 1863 in Gettysburg, replay wayback machine, go too high

Thinkin' at best clearly with logical deductions yielding the fruit of knowledge and a wolf call

Bugs Bunny Best Ever on the spin of the link, yields X formula for the bouncing ping pong ball.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

*Header is my own fingered, fresh iPhone click last week in Monterey, California!

{ Crafted out of the corral while listenin' to #BeerForMyHorses by @TobyKeith & @WillieNelson in an infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M & 57 1/2 minutes of @LooneyTunes #BugsBunnyCompilation link @ https://youtu.be/Q8AZ16uBhr8 & @LooneyTunes #HollywoodStepsOut -1941 link @https://youtu.be/xOFG_qmoH8I }

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HAPPY 95TH BIRTHDAY DAD, RIP DEAR SIR, THE MIGHTY, my main man, ALBERT RICHARD STEPHAN #HappyBirthdayPops

#AnimalsCrackers @MarxBros & a #ColaGodMother & @Skynyrd & @Springsteen etal

I'M STRAPPED FOR THIS 1, HAPPY 95TH B-DAY POPS, YO ALBERT, Y'ALL IN ON THE FIXES

Disregard your mothers of gods, they knew nothing yet survived the evolution of surreal monsters of a cosmic world

Common denominators spreading the rumours and propaganda to the meek and suffering on the way to the cliffs

To meet the maker, the creator even if it's Nothing at All, as it appears to be an illusion of the sensory perceptions

Of men and mice, it's predator or prey and that is all, grow vegetables and fruit but you gotta eat beasts' burdens.

I don't want to be one of the ones eaten, I desire the effort to be followed post-mortem, dust my bones in Cosmos

Where I come from, it's not heaven or hell my father and mother came from, it's this planet's dusty rock that rolls

Around the clock and around the star that shines with the blown hydrogen atoms flowing in a loving Time sharing

Last or first breath of fresh air is wanted, it's a very good thing, it's a gift from a caring Unknown queen or a king.

Taxes and income for the labor after the strike of workers who didn't mind the beating and torture, refused moves

Of the pawns, rooks & knights of the castles, there were checks on the mates until the 32 fell on the 64, Onenesses

Morons, junk peddlers of the Third Kind, among the mice and men who devour things in sight, raw or decomposed

High on the breeding of the artificial intelligence, the logic and reason of the substance and form vendors, all dead.

All I know, all that we all are from soul down to the bone marrow of the godsends is One on an O ring cubed song

About circling the elliptical and wobbling the gas, the liquid and the solid Soul of God or else the Null and the Void

This atomic revolutionary idea caused the Ends to become the present, nobody's fault, nobody's blame to take on

Cause and effect of allowing the apes to find the Gold and the Silver without the Power, the crusaders of celluloid.

Film heroines and heroes who are unnatural, unlike the real things of human consciousness are really living Steves

Look around you at the football, the baseball, the basketball, the hockey and soccer games, masks cover the ugly lips

As they speak the Truth or Lies of the day, the moments that fly by between the sleeping dreams at nightfallen eves

Gods spoke to noone and wrote nothing down in any language, mankind made the lemonade, drunken sailor slips.

Omega and Alpha of my dear father and mother were my life's origin, egg and sperm I Am where it begins & ends

No form-transform changes the Truth of One Thing Itself, I am what I am & I can't stands no more, Popeye laments

Hole of the holy where angels feared to roam, you never saw one fly here & now, they never existed, my ol' friends

Will to survive the Constant, a Fact of Life, if you're alive, you're gonna die, maybe painful & feel just like the Bends.

Happy Birthday #95th POPS!  Is heaven there like you told me to believe from the nuns & fathers of the holy faith?

Did you and mom get to see all of the popes since Jesus died on the cross for the mortality sins created by One God?

Hey, it was a myth right?  You gotta admit it now at least, right?  I'm OK with that, it's not your fault to be blinded

By the Light or the darkness lack of the burning star in the middle of deep space of an infinite Cosmos, you dead?

No, you can't predict the outcome, nobody comes back & gives the secret to the minions, they gotta live & die son

Like their ancestors before them, wild-eyed and bushy tailed bunnies ready to fight and die for no good GD reason

Any reason just to avoid the ennui that results from knowing that You are here and now and soon you will not be

Lucky you're still strapped in, Time's launching a legend, superior head of steam on One flagella, still One, The Only.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, February XXVIIth, MCMXXVII {2-27-1927} @ 1201 AMCST

{  #Badaboom #BamBam that one's for you pops! #WindAtMyBackForever   Share it amongst your winged friends!  #HappyBirthdayDaddio }

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