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 I WANNA DRIVE HOME, BLOWN TULIPS OUT THE TWO LIPS

Clear and future danger that will turn from present to past in a NYC duck blind

Not only are you right when you're wrong, you're even left when tagged right

A paradox of the parrots and parakeets who fly within a gilded cage  barroom

You care as much as any other person for the forgotten matters all left behind.

Bums and junkies fill the empty spaces with the alcohol & scat smell of the Dead

Assume you're right about your conclusions, then what will happen?  Extinction?

Immortality of invisible souls that come out of & return to an unknown location

I am here as well as the rest of us, only you know like I know, we gotta have bread.

Both kinds, sandwich holders and the Jack, the Cabbage, stoked Cash money of fools

Spent it all, blew it all, got some more, spent all of that & invested the rest, I'm Rich

Not the wealth, it's the name of a swingin' dick, nicknamed Rich for sake of cool man

Smoked 20 in a pack for years, still alive and the lungs have atrophied into silt/sand.

I will never respond ever again, it's silence of the bacteria and virus within, soft kill

Ready to fade into the darkness of the sunset, an illusion of the mind, no sun to rise

Therefore, it cannot set, yet it does from our perspective's points, rearview of highs

Out of sight & mind, therefore I am nowhere to be found by anyone's hindsight lies.

Blowing the hell out of the concepts analyzed for the propositional logic to be apropos

Broken down to the common denominators of the One numerator, a fraction of a Self

Maybe half or less, possibly as little as a molecule or an atom, charm teat sub-neutron

Chargless waiting for a positive proton or a negative electron to stimulate the one sun.

Pick out some flowers from the garden of Eden, they will never die, don't panic, relax

No way to get to Nirvana while you're alive on the planet, if you go there is no return

One way, two way, freeway to heaven above, the only way to get down under below

Cultural norm, dot in the middle of nowhere, matrix' fear factor, so pucker up & blow.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday, 3-26-2022 Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted this gem out of the empty Void while listenin' to @SebastianManiscalco crackin' punch lines link @ https://youtu.be/iuVVUl3YL7o }

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#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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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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