#ForTheSakeForsakenSakiForsoothe #SmoothGrooveSlideToEcstaticOrgasmicOneness @LouisArmstrongAndHisHotFive @LaurelAndHardy #TheFlyingDeuces

CANDYBARS, DONUTS & BEAT MEAT OF A SHIP'S FLEET

The fortnight's been calculated for the two weeks you've got left to exist on this star dirt bit
What you've been doin' since infancy and all through the solo bone flight through a play skit
Chipped away at your invisible imagination until there was nothing left but an old black hole
On a pogo stick or underground where the diamonds, rubies & sapphires rule, slapshot goal.

Lard or the invisible spirit-ghost smoke of the thin air that rises to the sphere's stratus Ends
Nothing before you were conceived is the same it'll be after you've survived & deactivated
All in the name of Love, Faith & the vain Hope that something or someone outside here cares
About the fact that we're multiplying like a virus in a devolving descent into the caput Dead.

I know & you know nothing about the Faith in tales handed down from illiterate invertebrates
Spiders, snakes, flies, mammals, plants from core to the stratosphere of planet Earth's sin debt
We all have begun the trip, the cruise upon this dirty surf bed that I love to deep dive for baits
Hung upon the hooks, going with the flow of the current, up or down from the blindest dates.

Only you & I know what the fair game is since we've created the rules & laws of Monkeymen
I pack both a bag & some heat while I pack the court with my justice on high, on the downlow
Like you were, your brothers, uncles & aunts were and all of y'all still are until the ending Zen
Deep down, for the last Time in this microscopic Space, I be the God Am I a clown candy men?

Barkin' up the right tree since there's only One, single tree of knowledge, an aces high wisdom
Royal flush ace high or just a pair of deuces in a sluice box without being a winner, loser dumb
Great pretender Butch being a Margie for the mix of DNA if and only mutation is natural select
Program that can't be amended after the conception of the data, counter-evolutionary insect.

Here's a salad to toss, a cornucopia of altarboy inter-conjunctions, God's Earth, bein' grooved
Transformation of the grim reaper's leftovers, in cadavers' cartoons, animated beef, T-boned
Stocks up, Oils up but will someday cease & desist, stone silence leaves nothing to be proved
What it is, eternity sucks hectic life/wind out the Void, everyday awaiting God's SHIPS, stoned.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, March XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Jammed out the Void while hooked up with the @SantanaIII link @ https://youtu.be/amEer__zXdE }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#PlayedByPlayers #CheckmateKingQueenOnFire #SharpDressedMenInHardRock #PutMeInCoach #JokersWild

SO, HOOCH IS EVERYTHING & #PI NEVER BLINKS 3.14

In a philosophical quandary, you argued for the presence of red mud

Rational deduction allows for the probability that Nothing is certain

Nothing like the finite or infinite matter decay, the impossible's a sin

Matter can create & destroy it All, a divinity's ghost-rich DNA blood.

As the men and women who have left the gravitational pull of scum

Appreciation for invisible things taken for granted out of nowheres

Here and now, then and there the same thing happens, ad infinitum

Pundits and idiots compare notes and arrive at identical Yogi bears.

Nouns & the subjects-objects they name, stand for places & things

Pronouns stand for the reference to the possessiveness of the self

Calling it or her or him, we all, everyone of us, live 'til the bell rings

Pinnacle of success is taking One final gasp of gas, smokin' TopShelf.

On the top or the bottom, the look is to the center, same old story

You wake up, you stay aware of the body's need to survive, you rest

Unconscious or not, Mind rest is a necessary condition of efficiency

What I am is what we all are, evolution's story, lucky to be a guest!

Used to look sharp as a tack a long time ago, six decades bein' a tool

Eventually we all gotta go and I'll leave the planet surface kickin' a boot

Scootin' or knockin' 'em, I won't stop until my last gasp for gas, It's cool

Nefarious and undercover, it's a spy vs spy high, the joke's on me too.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March XXIInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ #JustOneMoreThing drafted this while jammin' to @JohnFogerty & @BillyFGibbons #LookinForLove link @ https://youtu.be/lAOKwD0gabU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TacticalNuclearWeapons & #WORDsUP #KillAllWords #YOmama

WORD KILL, ROAD KILL & FLAMES OUT, A DARKNESS MORPHED INTO LIGHT

Here and now only the strong survive the games of mankind, survival of the unfit is The Ends

Of the humans or mice, pieces of scat pie in locomotion, solution or problem, fakin' godsends

Punks who were raised in orphanages and mansions of the demi-gods keepin' it real in a hole

Black without any burning atoms causing fire and the light that photosynthesises your Soul.

Thoroughbreds as you may or may not be, nothing matters in the end, except honor of the ash

Bones buried, incinerated or sunk down into sea salt's Davy Jones' locker, a rubber soul cache

Gilded with the elemental lead and gold, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen enough to go out & in

Making the carbon end to be the annihilation of the Divine gods & evolved monkey's man sin.

Hold on to your thought for your own final attempt to grasp your own value for vital breath

In & out until it doesn't work any longer, soul gone, nervous system shutdown switch death

A serious miracle you've gone rogue without leaving any signature of your X markin' the spot

Marking no spot, wanting and giving no trouble to mice nor men, I see no evil yet hear a lot!

Begin with wherever you were, whatever you can recollect from your first realization of Ego

What I want is what I want and who you are and what you want are of no consequence Bro

What the educated dead know for certain, the illiterate living confirm as Truth, It is Nothing

Nothing but Mother Earth's burned-out, dirty star ash, we used to be a Super Nova bee sting.

You will see what I shall see the moment before the rupture with reality as we know it, eh?

Naked Truth or Fake News have one and the same outcome, until death do we all depart It

Predicates to motivate subjects & objects in perpetuity, dreams within dreams' skies of blue

A playlist for the A students & the F students, the song remains at One, upon lake or a bayou.

Assume the position, upright, upside down, downside is that you have no choice, it's your job

To be or not to be in the center of the Truth is an illusion provided by Aristotle, Plato & a guy

Names of the continental crops reaped and sewn from the cold, dead hands of our holy tribe

Games rules broken, reconstituted dirty ash of burned particles A to Z, kill a word, a diatribe.

Look out below, the bombs are away goin' down with gravity and the rudder on auto pilot

Onto the center of the bullseye, where angels fear to go, a direct hit means annihilation shot

Took a parsec or two flyin' through Space at an infinite Time but it's all about the beat's feel

Rockin' rollin' or swayin' and swingin', it's your play, you know the rules, Pass Go & Get Real!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, March XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{  #PlanningForHolocaust101  #ForgetAboutIt  #ExtinctionOfGenome drafted this masterpeace of my ID while listenin' to the @DoobieBrothers #ListenToTheMusic & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DkytJLoxGmQ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?