#GodIsGood #GodIsGreat #LetUsThankGodForOurDailyBreath #GatherInClustersForRemoteControl

<3 <3 <3 girls in red sundresses <3 <3 <3

A SISTER'S  HYPERSONIC FLASHBACK TO A BEAVIS & BUTTHEAD MOMENT WITH MAMA MIA

The perfect feeling when you feel nothing but yourself is a recollection of Mother

When things were differently presented to the awake and the woke fits of the tall

Nothing like Time & Space, that's what she said, she's on a holy roll y'all baby sister

No idea why or how this began yet we're present, here & now on a black eight ball.

Rotation in circles so what do you expect with the infinite repetition of a fake fight

Expansion and contraction until the gravitational collapse into a holy, black light

As you were is how you'll always be, separate yet equal to the hot Void's embryo

States of being all DNA forms of non-RNA matter in a landslide rock kick in utero.

Blown into smithereens just because of infinity's Oneness need to bleed

Dreaming First Cause in Space's Last Effect materializes Time's dimension

Recollection of a closed system that rules the Will to Power, primal Sun

As above and so it is below, on the ground, under and over it, all done.

Cozy in the darkness at the edge of a cool universe, a brave man can see

On or off of a battlefield that's homemade by a neanderthals' prehistory

Evolved or created from the ash of the Earth that blew out of a Big Bang

As we see, hear, taste, smell & touch deep into the genome, a bell rang.

Nested up in the top of the redwood trees, the bald eagle hatches flights

Out of the eggs, the beaks and wings grow large & blow the shell to fight

For life and the right to survive while strong enough and wise enough too

Will to Power's world of war #3, origin's extinction of species, a stone blue!

If it's the @Buthead or @Bevis, I am good to go, ain't nothin' better than a S.A.M.

Amazing that the grace can't be accessed while in original sin, unforgiven hell, bam

Monument atop of the mountain to honor the Motorhead that drove Adam's gall

Or Eve in a fit of jacked up mirth, on the floor literally, she fell to Alice's wonder Fall.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, March XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ #UnconditionalLove <3 #InsaneInTheMembrane drafted jammin' to @GlennFrey #SoloCollection #CommonGround link @ https://youtu.be/-HQcpmVefcw & some  @ BevisAndButtheadDoAmerica @https://youtu.be/6MzZdePjIJY?list=PLxCpy9mbB9olsIe_2mCq7uWBNeUitovWW }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#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/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoGitSome