#WantedAliveOrDead #KillNoWordUntilYOUAreDead #ComprehendIncomprehensibleFormsOfMatter #RicoGotBy #RIP @TaylorHawkins

TO BURY HYSTERICAL BONES' IN A FOO FIGHT

Common grounded MUFON radical philosophy mutate FOO diamonds into Cheerios' godsuns

To see the dream as beginning without your intent & ending without permission, son oh sons

Foul balls give you more than three strikes to keep you in not out, never in nor out of GodSin

Intercoursing all main ingredient of this genome, pounding wet dreams into DNA mitosis skin.

All the black & blue skin contains the negative equity to the mortgage on the holy rubber soul

Stretched to a maximum extention, inseminating evolved apes, spiders & snakes, it's the goal

To be is only The Question, The Answer is "atONE", all too human pending doom, God's man

Government identification qualifies for the electric chairs and gas chambers of the hangmen.

Dab-Funk smoked and moonshine drunk to celebrate the Unknown 'x' in an equation's Day

Not Lysergic but maybe just sulferic & straight as an arrow, buckshot to the hypothalmus tip

Where the thoughts inside appear to be on the outside of your head, brain, fools on the ship

All cells movin' from end to end, circling back because that's the only way, One Way, my way.

Then again, you want to keep it up, never stop the cause and effect activity, life immortal too

Until a minor supernova hits the fan, I'm in the game to win it, rules or no rules, ain't no fool

Became hard as stone, a rocky top above and beyond the fray, help not below or above an It

I'm the only one who cares about my own necessary & sufficient condition, turnin' holy shyte.

Shine like the moon, drunken sons of moonshine bandits who rule a natural backwood roost

Where all plants & animals fool the solar system's same old rigmarole, egg of a golden goose

Up to the top of the food chain, wealth & health for the immortal One's pleasure, pump it up

It ain't always true or false, it's both sometimes when you're bad to the bone, talk to shut up!

Trip over your feet or your head, in some bizarre fashion, air blown to sound beats of a bass

Not a fish bass but a beat of strummin' strings & blowin' horns and poundin' skins in my face

Dont nobody wrong since infancy, I'm not guilty of everything I'm innocent of, all too humane

Rights, lefts, jab & uppercut you throw at me, I para & allow their passage into my woke pain.

I got a bottle with the genie inside, stashed away for emergencies & it's time for an unveiling

Rub one out until smoke forms into the scent of a woman, smoked her hot as a special effect

Fire was in and outside of the holy seat of the 208 bones granted to my charge, deadheading

From the Stop to the Finish Line, planetary moment in Time's pass, pass out then pass away!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked @China #China to the curb and rebooted the Cause & Effect of Cosmos while jammin' to the rambling, disconnected discourse of my radical inner @ID & the LIVE music of @BruceSpringsteen #STAYINGalive LIVE in @Brisbane link @ https://youtu.be/4n1GT-VjjVs?list=PLhDvnUPNDRns_Tl-7fvgVHUt-vtb4QLZh }

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#GiddyUp #GettyGetsJiggy #LOVE #EVOLVE #BluesBarkSoulSharks #PlantsEatMeatOnFridayToo

ONE SHADOW-CRUSHIN' TRIGGER, EXTINCTION'S IMMANENCE

All askew as it was at the Origin's conception inception, surfin' on holy twilight zones

Inside DNA Curls, you know exactly what I'll say, only meaning of life's open T-bones

We all are the wounded elements that Ma Earth could not appropriate from fake hell

Way down deep below the core of the dirty bits of rock, it all rollin' down a steep hill.

Aping 'IS' behavior of eating, drinking, refusing, mating, flying & dying, all's what I am

Of course you ain't the same you, drunk onto Nirvanaesque heaven, God's hell-damn

Where the angels always feared to go, to the end of Earth's corner, it's way too angelic

Like the father and mother in heaven, waiting for Nothing to happen, it's all so sick!

Yet, it's the way, Way is narrow and you stay upon it until you can't stand a fast pace

Slowed down is the last thing you want happening, rockin' Scat down to Pike's place

No chance to survive when you know Nothing but a name, we gotta be so game-hard

Walkin' up/down 1st avenue, 2nd street on a One Way to Augusta's Blvd, in your face.

Miracle defying natural cause and effect Laws of Gravitation and Annihilation, it's cool

Frozen in the hot fire and burning on the cold ice, it's One hot mother's funky gene po

Myopic in the microscopic, sub-atomic way, I see nothing, I know sweet Nothing's tide

Meaning of Substance spinning into the vortex of the Supernova, I enjoyed the ride!

If & only if you're ready to go, then get on your mark & get set, wait for the gun bangs

It's gonna come any second but you can't jump the gun, be fair & begin Time in Place

Here and now is the way of the babies grown to be the content of the characters faces

Dominated by the subordinates who were all C- students in public & parochial gangs.

End of the line, without any further ado to attempt a coup d'etat of the meat & bones

208 of them I'm in charge of, the others can just deal with their own Jolly Roger stones

Find the treasure that's hidden behind nothing, no silver or gold, not One lick of power

Sing songs, bang on drums, strum strings on metal & wood, blowin' my brass horns fir.

Long time or short time, either way the luck given can't be taken for granted, roll a die

If it's one thru six dots on each of the six square planes, two dice, one die, all's pi 3.14

Wait a minute, it's angles of the figures, geometry of the calculus, trigonometry tree

Got a letter but I can't read so I touched the ink & lead squiggles & I understood free.

It's a Dear John, I think it's all over and you have seen the light within your own soul

No need for my ultraviolet or infrared spectrum now that your hopelessness is a hole

Black without any color, not blinded by any light in the darkness, it's as a Void will be

One with Nothing and Everything in one monster ball of confusion, a tempting of ME!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, March XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST <3

{ Came jammin' to #MOTOWN singles (25 Original 45's) link @ https://youtu.be/znqVc6ll5ZQ }

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#FlakeMetalOffTheBlockChips #ShootinShatBreezes #FireInTheHOLE

Y'ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR?  WE'RE ON THE MOON'S SOUTH POLE
Good, bad or abhorrent as it should be & always will be from day one, son
Daughters don't have babies just to have them be sentenced to gaol cells
Still the mind & the tailbone follows deep down into the soul of a dragon
Blowing your hair back behind the proverbial wall's bricks of dumb bells.

I & nobody else knows anything more than dead men all way long gone
Part of the whole shebang has the heads of state in the sand, line drawn
Lipstick on a pig or hog makes no difference, you appear stuck on a kiss
I can't move the muscles to pucker or smack, lip service isn't all for this.

Blood bleeding and the nerves are quaking, the case of the 3 piece suits
Lies and fabrication of the Truth, logic and reason use rationality boots
Knockin' them pretty regularly, once a day necessarily, maybe twice fold
Divided by two brings you back to the original order of the older world.

Argue with me and you'll cease and desist your engagement of combat
Self defense and offensive superiority are important to survive the scat
It may be buried or if it hits the fan it may be spread 360 degrees 'round
Rubber meets the road, driving ahead & rolling around ad infinitum fun.

Millions of billions of atoms that can neither be created nor destroyed
Uncertainty principle and the morning glory you see when you're dead
Actually the film stops, the movie ceases and desists at the finale's exit
On stage right or left, the center is in between, soap on a rope hung It.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, March XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Delaney&BonnieAndFriends #SoulShake youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Yx1tnSUudF8 & #FreeThePeople @ https://youtu.be/USYcoIZUU8o }

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