IF SIX WAS NINE, NINE WOULD INDEED BE SIX, THEREFORE, I AM! #AintNothinLikeTheRealThing

THE WHOLE BUNCH, SIX OF NINES, A KITTEN'S CABOODLE

It isn't so simple that you can comprehend the nature of this Truth's pending doom, I forget

If it's something you need to know or not, it's possible you don't need anybody's help I fret

Always here and now, you'll be here until you don't know you're gone, it will be done, first

You must see this Truth & disregard the counter examples of foes, friends of the strugglist.

That's me, myself & I, the trilogy of a sacred personality of random, natural selection's #Host

Flies on the wall and in the ointment when I've made this vow, to forget about the brainwash

It's nobody's fault but mine, it's my thirst for Sun and the Moon to bury my dick in star's dirt

Blind, ultraviolet, infrared & wisdom of the Big Guys in a blue sky, a papa mama death squirt.

Needs and desires of the flesh and bone are a psycho-socio-politico flavor of perfume of scat

Covered up in the volumes of Word, phrases accurate and approximate, even flawed in that

Nobody's in our corners but us, sweet Time in this Space, in a corner of that there square pi

Any angle 1 to 360 is the ending of an origin's circular jerk of the monsterous One, a Great Lie.

Been near and always around punks in the jungle, sometimes without them in the deep wood

Where only non-humanity, plant, animal, bacteria and virus thrive in the Wild burnt out food

Of the Origin, the Sun, One so close our hearts, our father and mother in reverse ad infinitum

Far away or closer than you assume I am to be or not to be, that's the question's regret chum!

Nobody knows Occult matter of blind faith in the unknown, unproven belief of mankind fools

Never again will a free Man fall for the trick, the low hangin' fruit of the garden of Eve's Eden

No wind or rain, summer or winter will impede the progress of a revolution into a supernova

Gravitational collapse from the nucleus' Singularity, an implosion to die for, warp Time rules.

Vow to move the spin counter-clockwise and stand on top of the mountains of sand & dirt

Black or red, the thing itself has it's treasure of the gods in a minute amount, near gold's sea

Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, amythysts, topaz & my lapis lazuli fine wine, sexy flirt

Bumbs, bombs all go bam-bam and split the atoms of H2O into gas-cancelled zeroed gravity.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, April VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini #YetAnotherTwoADay @ 555 PMPST

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#CrackeJill & #CrackedJacks #PumpedUpWARpieces #EvidentiaryReview

a BILLION STEPS IN THE DEAD PINE, HOT H2O & MUD *

Fear and bravery are the chimera we know as who I am, what I am, all y'all

No exception to the rules of music of galactic stars on One's universal dime

Nobody will ever be more or less than one cell of a zygote, rollin' in a Bawl

Incredible journey upon which we'll embark & disembark in a Spring Time!

Baseball opening day is today, the World Series' soon comin' home again so

Every boy & girl, woman and man has a chance to play, 18 or 20 player ado

Umps on the left & right, a batter, catcher, pitcher, fielder, 3 strikes you out

Pretty popcorn & frozen ice cream, peanuts and iced liquid to imbibe stout.

Cracker Jill's in the mix now, relaxing Mozart aSullivan, it's ear candy, man

Homers, triples, doubles, singles, bases on balls, dropped 3rd strikes & WIN

That's what it's all about, it's not just to play the game well and lose the fun

In the middle and behind everybody that's far ahead of us all, dead, AMEN!

Brothers and sisters gettin' everything for free because it's your mom's Sin

She did the dirty deed done dirt cheap and now you're here worrying often

You're gonna die and you don't need a reminder, it's bringin' us all down, so

FINIS & mouth slacks agape, eyes remain wide opened, God!  It's cold, NO?

Too hot you burn into ash, too cold to freeze to stone, either way, we'd die

Of exposure to the radiation that will fry your bacon, cooked goose forever

Nobody will be left once extinction christens the dirt and organic meat lie

That we're created by an absent God who cares about a spirit's soul, never.

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r j j  stephan, i

*Header is 'MOI' leanin' on California Sierra Redwood Pine!

c.  Jeudi, April VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ You may die when you die, #BePrepared #BoyScouts it's a matter of Space & Time, masks or not, ready, get set & GO TO 6 HOURS OF MOZART @ https://youtu.be/shoVsQhou-8 }

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CISCO KID'S IN GAOL SHAMIN' YOUR NAME ON THE BORDER

Poncho, amigo, it's all over for the ones who thought that this was a land of the Lefty

It's actually the bond of bullet fire on the planet, the canyons & woods, you got milk

Where it's all at, not because that's your will or your relatives or your unfriendly ilk

They're never around when chips are down & you need some back cover, key of G.

By the names and signs you've been trained to respond to or not, unholy survival awaits

Your ending is all that's important to the universe, not your origin from love or lust lays

If the Earth is engulfed into the split atoms of the nuclear exchange, fortune's end of US

Survival after the man-monkey-made weapons go off is impossible unless you're a virus.

Dirty dogs I've cleaned and BBQ'd because all of the grocery stores & 7-11's are shutdown

Nothing to eat but dogs, cats & one another which we don't do, we're not cannibals' grunts

Why are you looking at me like that?  I'm not a hamburger steak that needs some mustard

You're not a roundsteak or a T-bone waitin' for my teeth and belly to turn it to the scaturd.

Once upon a time, there was a man and a woman who each had a dream, then they died

It was over at the last breath, the last blink, the last thought which was like, "Oh My GOD!"

Awful to see the terrible thing that created the Space & Time we call here and now, I lied

Telling the Truth was never any worry of mine, if I repeat words, a true lie of the Big Guy!

I've had a problem with recognition of my limitations on the causes of special effects I am

Just a form of bent ultraviolet and infrared light refused from the origin of the flame, a sun

Close star just far enough away from us to be dangerous in the water, you get burned at sea

Nothing to cover your skin and bones when the face to face with the creator returns to thee.

Volumes of wisdom's words bled onto dead tree pulp, for a hot tip to be grateful when dead

On a rainbow after the rain storm or down below the Mason-Dixon line in a sandman's head

A dream within a dream ad infinitum produces the schizophrenic-paranoia that's easy to see

Olfactory tastes, nonsense sensors of sensory perception's recording of a fiction, a saga scree.

Destitute afterbirth, your country leaders are shams & are the followers to the deep end of it

Where all of the refused red, white & blue trash goes into the Fountain of Immortality bulls#it

Compared to hopeless, athiest philosophers, the innocent & the wild are humanity's last hope

Keep it on K Street 'cause the E-Street shuffle is still goin' on near the boardwalk, blown dope.

You and I are finite beings, get a load of that, bring it on home to your deepest, inner glimmer

Hope is all you have until you die, then it's all over, it's hopeless after that, only humans hope

Faith is blind & the Love you give is the the Love you get back to One, a true Self's unholy Man

So, notions of subjects, predicates & objects come & go, you're here waitin' on Mr. Sandman.

Let's ride over the border where all of the action is, Laredo to Fargo, we'll spread far and wide

You won't see the blend unless you're psychic, DNA bodies have 208 bones, faces & some hair

On the money when Time Is Money, all On Time and it is indeed, a sucker punch in the mouth

Two for the Show, Three to Get Reaty & Four, well you know, Time's out, Spaced out, I'm out.

Paper routes completed for the money, conscription for the money, time & labor for the cash

In the end, you owe it or you don't, either way you go & find out what's in store for the bash

Party is either here or somewhere else, I'll find it if I've got the wherewithall, if not, my amigo

Afraid it's curtains, my friend, desperado, I'm thinking it can't be, mi WAR Cisco Kid & Poncho.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, April VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin' to @TheDramatics #WhatchaSeeIsWhatchaGet on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PgG6SU8L-dI }

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