#Redux #Flashback #February2019 #FOOTBALL #BASEBALL #BASKETBALL #SUPERBALLSBOWL #JUSTWINBABY #HotPINK @PINK #DelShannon #RunAway

WTF DOES THAT MEAN?  #PIA *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

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You and your ilk are fortunate that I don’t like to eat people or you’d all be extinct

Me and my species’ predilection is for the shrubbery grown out the dirt’s sewer sink

Utter satisfaction with the present because it is what it is and there’s no changin’ it

Not even a beautiful, smilin’ human face could crack the ice on the stone cold #Pink.

Fresh flesh, flush with the corpuscles of the muscles given from atomic fission, a Cell

Invasion of the alien force that triggers the acid to replicate it’s code and piles of Hell

Pumps of air without effect, nothing can affect the process, it’s radioactive, DNA I dare

Everybody knows what it means when the angels come and say, “I’ll take you there!”

Music, sounds of beats, back and up behind, way down to the middle of your bones’ fame

Where no light ever shines, nothing is known intimately, there is no more playin’ a game

Rules of the game are the same ones they downloaded at the beginning, home in the ZZz

Maker, creator, Unknown X factor, taking credit for an accidental crash of heaven’s bodies.

Conceptual analysis is The Way to discover the crease in the bilge of nonsense, full of ZaZen

On the nature of being human on an apparent sphere of experience, soon a mind’s forgotten

A Plane of Time and Space dimension, real &/or imagined, nevertheless, what we’ve all got

It’s the thing itself, the noumena of phenomena, our purpose for being, why we’re hot to trot.

If the innocence within you cares to survive, drop this page, pretend you never heard, blood

A day before your mother conceived your father’s wanton splash of immanent domain, kissed

Blessing Center Void, a Singularity in the middle of a Black Hole, love’s what I got, collapsed

Adam’s fault, just the way the ball bounces baby! Carbon monoxide, naked apes, Zeus’ gods!

by

r j j stephan, i { *header is the Gorilla swagger-bust from the #SacramentoZoo }

c. February 20 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Fergie #TheTime #BlackEyedPeas & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JwQZQygg3Lk }

F I N I S

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#WARtheBand #HouseOfRuth60HomersCaused1929Depression #Apeman #MrEd & #BabeRuthToo #WatchYourSIXTopGun #VietNamMoves

3-11-22 #SESAME STREETS' & NO-NO #BOTS WITH @MLB

If possible then continue with the conceptual analysis for the conclusion, All's well done

If you believe that then I have some swamp land in Florida, I annexed it from a red son

High ape, animated 208 bones, a Hu=Man, Cro-Magnon stank stunk of odiferous phart

Junkies can get in my way, they want what I've collected in my Buy-Wise shopping cart.

Now then, if you push enough of the buttons you'll start the machine's operation, a cycle

Unicycle, bicycle, tricycle or four wheel drive Tesla F09, all battery operated, oil deleted

No natural gas or unnatural refined oil petroleum for the dinosaurs, hum job for men

All the genome's Yin or Yang ever required was the Hum, it's a good vibration, a Seed.

Complex as a simple atom of a molecule of Hydrogen that mutates into Helium, It's done

Nothing more nor less than this, songs with music of archangels' moot points, tons of fun

Come on man, get out a Thesaurus & Webster's Word, look it up, alphabetical order son

From Z to A the writing singed into the rock walls of the caves, here today, now all gone.

We're here, we don't know why, we create a false narrative, we dis our mothers & fathers

Why?  This genetic formation is the End of Time, a figurative Truth's literal funk of hers

Talkin' of her soil, her boulders left over from frozen Kryptonite, I'm One, a big Muddy

A backward flow upstream & a current's lightspeed gravity rush to the mouth of the sea.

When I was young, I was trained to be old before I aged to 100, spent 90 years right here

Among the related and the unrelated to the forms I called kin, older brother, little sister

Climbed atop the mountain and when I stopped to look out and listen for the Word, I fell

Rolled down faster than 32 feet per second, velocity unknown stalled momentum to Hell.

For simple minds in motherless slums without fathers, phillips screwed motherless kids

Monkeys will not survive, they are not the fittest among the accidental Big Bang of God

Looks like rats & roaches may be the Ones, the only ones who'll survive the Atom splits

Blame yourself for your position in this universe, you live & die, that's all folks, It's...

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, March Eleventh, 2022 Anno Domini @ 644 AMPST

{ The idiot follows and leads over the cliff, follow me, I'm the #PiedPiper, LOL's drafted while jammin' to #PiedPier by @CrispianStPeters (1966) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFdSOppmkNw RIP @EmilioDelgado https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emilio_Delgado }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

#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!

by

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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?