#WARGAMES #NORULES #WhichWitchGlitch #LetsGoBrandon

 

SO, TEN TO ONE, TIME'S MONEY, NOTHING MATTERS

It's nearly impossible to swallow the worm you've unearthed, I go fish

Results are coming in one end and out of the other, tiny piece of schit

Sonambolistic animation of the thing itself, whatever the organs dish

Amongst ourselves and everybody else, that's all folks, we're all of It.

You must be an idiot or a moron, no choice, but to become a wall's gadfly

Nobody on this planet or solar system's galaxy can guess the end of Time

Space is easy to know, you are right here in this spot of whiskey and wine

Drunk on high, frickin' war goin' on, tactical nuclear weapons to blow, I.

Either blow your mind away or collapse your soul into a black hole's End

Ways and means to cause the effect are an occult, magic spell of A Word

Punks, outlaws, civilization's junk peddlers and users who kill our babies

One by one from neglect & abuse into incarceration, tattoo tear my eyes.

Don't need signs to stop or go with caution, I will not surrender or yield

Missiles on my shoulder or in the holy ground we'll blow asunder, Wield!

Extinction was immanent from the original program of the DNA, brutally

It's the responsibility & fault of bad Chinese rubber tires, blown rubbers!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini #CentralPlanning @ 711 AMPST

{ Unlicensed #BetMe, yet it doesn't suck to be me, how 'bout you?  Drafted while listenin' to some weirdo blather which YOU WILL LOVE, entertainin' my libido, link @ https://youtu.be/-V4xrsivjFg }

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#HappyDays #WouldBeNice #IsNice #BeNice #KarmaRules #CaseyAtBat #TheBeachboys #TheBeatles

PHOTOSHOPPED MUGSHOT, CORPSE LEFTOVERS AD INFINITUM

Out of left field, get used to running for foul balls, all in the stands outta play with feet

Nothing alive will live ever, all dead remain the same, nuclear unmoved mover of suns

Nobody knows anything for certain, we suspect we're gonna die like our food we eat

Logic, reason, deduction, induction, propositional logic lead to irrefutable conclusions.

Pump up the jerky idiots to lead them to believe they're a special case of evolution pie

Cut off from the love and pain inherited from the DNA of the revered in reverse, a lie

That this life is anything more than an accidental collision of random quarks, that's it

Can't create something from Nothing & no human can, all too human to pretend chit.

Children created from mixture of a Big Bang's disposed of waste & the wise ass of gods

Ready to learn the Truth, age of Reason at seven or never again, eyes opened hot rods

Drag racing on the quarter mile, high eights with an overhead cam & nitro injection gin

On the finish line, nobody fears losing, a winner always wins, losers are the mortal sin!

Big or little bottles filled with the liquid nitrogen and hydrogen, ready to be a hot Sun

Will to the power to Supernova or just implode into the Black Hole of the Original true

Monkeys flying around in the trees, swingin' from vines, snatchin' bananas, two too

Apes mere evolved snakes from grass, it is as it's always been, like that, It Is All Done.

Hurry up and wait a minute or an hour, it's all the same, nobody can wait but Wait!

Wake up, smell the coffee, it's all we've got, the hot, boiled content of a string bean

Comin' into the brain to trick the mind into the #Woke mode of being, happy, merry

Now is the Time, this is the place in Space, freedom to be, live Free, gawdamit, Die!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ #PunishYou #PunishYoMama #StealWords & drafted this while jammin' to the Vibes of @BeachBoys #WouldntItBeNice #What? on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dmcNbsLCpBQ }

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#HunterSThompson @HunterThompson

SILVER TRANSMUTED INTO GOLD, BYGONES WATER INTO CHERRY VINO

Heartbroken by a zipper made at a first beat, barked up a tree, open dream

Remember the meaning of the key to the locked box when there is no hope 

Underground & under the bridges over the rivers that run, ridin' dirty pope

You may be high or drunk when you read this, if so, ya know it's two thirty.

A last call for alcohol I shouted to an empty baroom of ghosts with tattoos

You know & I know that nobody gets out of here alive, perpetual rainbows

Rain and shine will find me underneath the hot, burning, atomic job-blows

With water, milk, dead plants & animals, we'll love 'til we run out of clues!

Gods flying jets all over the air space of seven continents and island refuges

Bombs away all over the carpet, rectangular smoke screen cover up please

Switch off your projector and your silver screen, lights out, darker & darker

360 degrees to modify a microscopic presence, fragmented radii diameter.

Motion is sometimes locomotion if the engine pulls the weight on my tracks

Trippin' on your own two feet is the M.O. of the swingin' hip ones of my eye

Chances are I'll be hookin' up with one or the other, it's my soul callin' tricks

Wired and higher than the highest mountain top, Mt Everest below me pie.

Looking and hearing the goods, the matter & forms, it nearly makes sense

Bangin' the hot pounder that needs the movement & a feral attitude lens

It could be worse you could have said what was really on your mind, caput

Leave you alone, no problem, leave me alone, bend over man, kiss my fruit.

Last call for the alcohol festered out of the ground pounders & their sons

Daughters and wives all cookin' the spells up with unwritten incarnations

That lady and guy, them & the others coast to coast, all seven continents

Senses cancelled their functions, taste & smell, sight and sound, touch left.

I am what I am, can't stand no more, scored triple doubles, shirt-skins win

What the issue can be is that there's a winner & a loser or both, all audiofile

Seriously & in no random order, moved to In & Out for triple-double style

Sound out my mouth's clear & loud, when it's over, it's over, I drink my gin.

Nailed the thieves up against the timber with 16 penny nails, hurt 'em bad

Paidback the karma for the stolen and broken, none of it my fault, all yours

Chartreuse and fuschia crayola eating contest won by the free and the brave

Girls without dads, moms with no sons' eyes blinkin', in 6 foot deep graves.

Programmed for freedom & a formidable adversary of indentured servants

Mo, Maureen, Joe & GeriLynn all went for it at the same time, wise savants

From 8 miles up higher that the ground gets pounded, I am powering it up

Height of God's Climax, moved & animated old deadheads, drunk on a cup.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Phishing' in fine Columbian and Cuervo Gold, caught my limit, Unlicensed all the while listenin' to #TimeOutOFMind by @SteelyDan at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RKz_G4wrJ-8 }

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