#ItHappened #MandelaEffect #YourNoMama @JeffDunham #FlashbackDummies

CAT PAWS AFOOT ON COOL TILE, FARMIN' the 'HOOD

I've got some good news and some bad news and if you've already heard it, then it's same ol'
Songs with words that rhyme or not, either way it's the only way, a freeway to a deeper hole
Than the one you get buried in six feet more or less underground, fact of life include my zen
It is all you're going to glean from the harvest, it's the same every year, over and over again.

The wet market has the bats grounded into a powder and blend the dust with white pepper
Sold to the unknown consumer who would eat cadaver soup if it wasn't labeled a dead bat
Matter and energy did combine in some Space and cause this Time, finite or immortal scat
Mothers of all wars and fathers of fake peace on Earth, laid down their arms for A-bomb fir.

Morphology of your & my DNA has nothing in common with the extinction of the species
Extinction's cause is built into the code, it's a fail-safe for the mission impossible to seize
From the clutching claws of the cats in the hood to the dogs in the alleys and backwood
All wanna kill & eat me, drink my blood but not you, you're a regular piece of scat-hood.

Something is lost and nothing has been found to be exactly where it is, like it or not too
Common ground above the atmosphere's stratosphere, an impossible set for a 3rd stage
Harder they come, harder they fall, blast the One, it just ain't what was in holy mind, ever
All the time, 24 & 7 I knew it had to be, no other way but the highway, function forever.

If we all leave the Present for the Future, there'll be nobody to recollect & protect the punk
Inside nearly dead & gone or at least unable to travel backward in Time, it's nothing's regress
Monkeys all drunk on their fine grape wine, let set in casks of Amontillado, tap out all drunk
Declawed GIANT or Midget cats waitin' to feed, didn't hunt the woke prey, praying goddess.

Political oblivion similar to the being in prison without walls or bars to contain all holy souls
Perfect & not so much on the way to the extreme, unsustainable imperfection, all black holes
Stinking scent, like a bed of dead roses, all that's left to disguise rotten skin's organs & bones
Subjects, predicates, objects, nouns & pronouns, adverbs, adjectives & articles of hot stones.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, March XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 jammin' to IT on & #3LockBox @SammyHagar on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/05w4sk7ON3I }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
 

#AsIGrowOld #DreamLoverCover

 

FAIR FOO FIGHT, LET'S DEEP DIVE INSIDE THE T-BONE 

Lights afire, excited electronics of guitars, drums & horns strung out on my bare anthrax hides
If you ain't dead, don't worry about it, you're gonna be eventually, it ain't my current in tides
In and out, up, down, around and around, just wanna rock until the ol' sol comes up to sleep
Reason for the mental collapse of your skull is the drugs in your drinks & powerdust of sheep.

One time, in the empty room right next to outerspace, I saw It, It scared the digestion out me
As I know you feel the same things I do, no matter your cultural affiliation with the anthropo
Man & woman, both or neither the First Cause of this Universe, come to be the One, sweaty
Hot temperature that a hydrogen atom can't tolerate, to obliterate every electronic blue sea.

Strummed, beat, blew and pounded out the amps & mics until the full moon dropped a dime
It's not that I don't have your back because I do, your back is my back, mi casa est yo big casa
Got to be in the Twilight Zone for a minute to get a Feel for princes, queens & a pauper class
Find your segregated self before you segregate from Others, there's nothing to find, now rhyme.

Forts built to house the inner, innocent baby of conception, no fault of it's own, oh, Sherlock
On the innocent but never the guilty, punishments & rewards to guide an elementary Watson
Mystery of murder and mayhem cover the Truth which is in the End, vacuous silence in total
Nothing any of us can do other than watch it come & go like a movie, when it's over, it's over.

Unless you leap to the conclusion without proof that all of the dead & unconceived are gods
Then, I'm immortal but this fictional account's handed down via stranger humans' iron blood
Beef, bloody meat, bird or mammal, crushed 'em into Burgers on a Bun, moved form in Mud
Breathin' #Skunkworks air to keep chit moving 'fore The Decommission, shame UFO hotrods.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, March XXVIIth, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Jammed while listenin' to @FooFighters #Lollapalooza (March 20, 2022) RIP #TaylorHawkins on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fns6N_iAVBw }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
scared of cher-cat-hat

GUFFAWING FOREVER

this means WAR

#EyesSlitClosed #EyesWideOpen #SpitOnYourGrave #SpitOnMyGrave #SpitFireFlames @RickNelson @BruceSpringsteen

 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.

by

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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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Cats2Cool