#RearAdmiral #FiveStarHamburgersRock

GRANDDAUGHTERS OF EVE STUCK-UP, CHECKMATE HANGOUT

I heard the calling #ErinGoBragh, distant echo of incoming shells from broke hearts

How and when will the destruction of the genome continue?  Forever or until I win

It could be over before you even know that it started, maybe that is the gooder parts

Dominance & strength aka survival, the weak perish & strong survive, eyes wide open.

Junk is the refused matter which has been decommissioned and out of order to blow

Bumming from your disfunction to your recovery or demise, all on a Roseville RR hobo

Trimming lives which used to go to high school but never college, hole up in a pup tent

Orange, blue, sometimes dirty white canvas or Hefty bags in a mountain of godsend.

Surge behind my exhaust fumes, you will find nothing inside of the empty hole, it Is

That is the bottom line, the common denominator fragments of fractional numbers

Advanced calculus and three dimensional chess gone #mainstream to obsolescence

Consume, be consummated at a bitter end, toast to the Unknown, invisible essence.

Here's a solution to the connundrum, are you ready to know the Truth?  It's so Hot

Underground, undercover, underneath the veneer of perception sensation, I Am not

Nothing impersonal about this conceptual analysis, it applies to One & the rest of y'all

Art & the mimics of yo' mama & papa are the fait complet of life on Earth's blue ball.

Who, what & where are the places & living things as they appear during Earth's spins

In a wobbling rotation on the ecliptic around the burning hydrogen ball, goddess' sins

Dirty gold keeps us all here & now, by accident or by design, remember what it is?  It

Time night moves kill, 64 squares on a board of 32 Space men, Checkmate in a kill skit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Filled the ether of cyberspace with this novel #WordSalad of the day, my best is ALWAYS good enough, #NeverForget  link for my inspiration @BodyHeat (1981) link for a clip @ https://youtu.be/6bsT9HIM48E }

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#TrueLoveIsLettingGo #ErinGoBragh

#CopsOut #CopOut #OutCrops

WORSE THAN WWIII, POTUS GOT THE TONGUE IN CHEEK

In the night's deep sleep you've come to know the end of days, unconscious glee to be verve

Were the margins acceptable or have the profits & gains outweighed options for broken nerve

I & whosoever plans to read the rest of the random, common gibberish generated out of zero

We all began from emptiness and have filled the recollection faculty with undisputed in utero.

Punks from orphaned children who inseminated DNA cesspools with an evolutionary presence

Now have entered the beginning of the final stage of the birth of Cool, it's come & gone rents

Dead and gone or here and now, the ones who know don't tell anyone else, their secret is OM

At the concert, last row up there in the corner, still the sound heard from a block, eat bonbon.

Thought about it, let it roll around in my head, in my brain's mind, small function of rear #Ends

Permutations of the humanity and the dogs of war who kill on the drop of a hat or a high heel

Easy money to the twins & triplets of the margins, both narrow and wide, cook gold into lead

Dead in the  middle of Earth's shadow facing Space without burning lightspeed, we drop dead.

With or without you & I, without our bones and teeth to animate the skinny sack of bad spirit

Good spirit totally devoid in this scenario, it's War and the dead have died, it's a moment of Id

What my ego means by the words that supply my non-existent super-ego with fodder for foo

To fight 'til the last straw is drawn and the short straw gets holy ghosts to move, just say boo.

Mindset in the middle of a mine field of cackling cow eating bulls' hitters, from the Oz lands

Above and below this 3rd rock from the sun, what's goin' on exactly is up for grabs, comical

Monkeys and all of the rest of creation seen & unseen, macro & microscopically subatomical

Think aborted, born, live or die, it's all the same twilight zone in the DMZ, Love every second.

Pilot the tanks & drones, eat cake & drive cold death underwater, at-sea burial to St. Neptune

God of the dirty bits of the solar system left over without the knowledge of the almighty One

Zero chance the Greeks, Romans or Babylonians knew more than we know, fake the cool tune

Archduke, Pearl Harbor, why Korea, why Viet Nam, why MidEast, #911 WW3's a cold war, Son!

by

r j j  stephan,i

c.  Mercredi, March 16th, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1500 hours PST

{ Drafted while jammin' to the @RedHanded https://youtu.be/7kcZEPTPIxY & postin' this poem on my blog @ https://rjjstephan.blogspot.com/ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoGitSome

#HeyNineteen #Frye #SteelyDan #Shelton

 

HOW'S THAT 2022 A.D. GOING, DREAM IN A DREAM, AIN'T IT A SHAME?

In a little while, everyone alive'll be dead of old age or by random accident of Space dust

Compared to the alternative, a life of a human is far better than fake life of upper crust

Black or red dirt you'll be buried underneath while Man's hired top guns seize your assets

Timber falls either naturally with gravitational pull down or due to an axe or chainsaw sets.

Homer and Marge live and die for the animation, if they don't move it they'll lose it, it's true

No miracle can bring back the dead, no gods have the power to resurrect the sins of the crew

China or Russia, England, France, Germany, Spain, United States & Canada, all in on WW #3

I was not in on the polling or I would have had given my opine, that WW 3 is the End story.

Maybe I'll be proved wrong but that would be only if we all survive to recollect fake wisdom

That Time passes quickly, Earth revolves around old Sol, 365 1/4 days every year, psyche 'em

It's all we can do, just survive and be the most fit in the neighborhood you roam in hip skins

Watch your SIX and keep in mind that nobody gets out of here alive, all mortals are cousins.

Desire for the need to bleed when you're the hero of the minons who keep eyes wide open

So, move to hide in plain sight, disguised as though the bums and junkies have spawned sin

There I am with all there is, I look like I really am, tie your tongue in Tongues, all too human

Little head with a small brain & invisible, conscious mind with a moral compass, a 1st cousin.

Advance the columns, to war I say, like the Greco-Roman insanity of the historical record

All roads lead to Rome as it was intended by the engineers who laid down a holier 3rd war

Inside the battle with spears, knives, swords & stupid shields for a false hope's back door

Fight to die for, we tried it from surprise, behind my back, ahead of some ginger-red horde.

Now and then, it's all finished at the last breath but some people have a soul that remains

What it does without a body of work, a body of bones, nobody knows, it's speculative sins

Like the master who created the thing we are from nothing but empty space and gas, OMG

Maybe there is a god then?  Hell, maybe we'll be rewarded or punished so fight, flight, flee.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, March XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Confabulated with prejudice while jammin' to @Glenn_Frey #SoloCollection link @ https://youtu.be/-HQcpmVefcw }

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W.W.A.R.D.?