#ServingInvisibleInvincibles #MassCommunionConfessionalExtremeUnction #ChiefChum #ServeMass #ServeAtoms #ServeSOMEBODY #AmbassadorToEnglandFrance

BEEN TRUCKIN' WITH DESIRE 'CAUSE i'VE BEEN ON FIRE, I'M H.O.T.

Before you go off of the deep end and try to swim alone amongst the shark & barracuda

Look before you leap and try to see below the surface where the hungry lurk for the food

Any skin is in the game, all bones, blood & innards will be metabolized into #sick power too

In the same way you locate your mate, you locate your food, it's to eat, like a spider's brew.

Can't hold the feeling back, nothing has that power, nobody, nowhere, nohow, it's a factoid

When you're movin' animated truckin' up and down the lanes of the alley, don't be paranoid

It's a matter of Time in One Form of Space that is the thing itself, all there is to It, U.F.U. cup

You are on your own just like me, ask for help & you've got it, let me know, gotta keep it UP.

Burnin' the bridges of feelings across the Space that connects the aliens to their spirit souls

Eventually Fire burns everything that can be consumed, atomic flame back into shine holes

Between the ignorance and the emptiness of Space, you've got it made in the night's w#ores

Just remember to duck, you phuq, when the scat hits the fan, it's like top shelves' out doors.

Bring it on in, looky here now, I ain't playin' anymore, it's all a matter of Life-Megadeath boom

Where you go inside caves under roofs' basements, cellars, rubber soul trippin' on a Time line

Never enough of that, it's the space between conception and total annhilation, in a peace sign

No memory, nobody to remember Catholic guilt & Zen karma inherited, gods, brides, I groom.

Felt good for a minute, then the feeling disappeared as if it was never there, gave up the host

Floated around since there was no time left to live & die anymore, like casper, a friendly ghost

Moved the animation into the closing credits and the finale where it's always, #ThatsAllFolkes

Guys, gals, girls, boys, infants and the Many who came in orgasmic display of screamin' yolks.

DNA & RNA has been tempted into this creature's features, in the mirror or reflected in mud

One and the many change into Nothing soon enough, rotate the revolution's wobble, Stud

With or without you the show will go on, you won't know a thing just like right this moment

Nothing is known, you cannot know It, dream will end, you'll be gone, enjoy the rides I sent.

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rjjstephan, i

#StartYourEngines

my GOD, my DEVIL

c.  Samedhi, 4-9-2022 Anno Domini @ 456 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to #MatriarchOfTheBlues by @EttaJames link loop @ https://youtu.be/WPYzvvaLhjw?t=1 #YouGottaServeSOMEBODY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Brooks #Dunne & #MaryWells #UncleKracker #PoynterSisters @GlennFrey #LastLookAround #NoTurningBackNow

WHERE THE GOLD IS, Y'ALL GOTTA GET THE LEAD OUT,  ON A FREEWAY TO SILENCE

All that matters is the right and wrong things we all do, kissin' babies 'til all enculturated

Like their mothers & fathers who run the line back to the origin of the heavenly Earth sin

All planets in microcosm are in the universal essence of atomic energy, a bomb imploded

Finks graduated from and professing the wisdom of the planet's wisemen & wisewomen.

Junk in the trunk with your mother's and father's hand-me-downs, they meant well too

Fine dreams in your small skull of 1100 cc's of idiocy and the sand of Time's OuterSpace

Among the sour cherries and putrid grape fruit wine, alcohol from the vine's slow juice

With the spins of the Earth, in a cask of oakwood, the last supper's toasts won't be blue.

Marry me and we'll see what there is behind the submission of dominant wills to be me

As the Way down the middle dictates without recollecting a Reason why, just do it, I'm out

Don't do what is impossible and you're in a perfect position to live long and prosper free

I'm in the middle of the sea of unknowing this, that & the other things y'all know about.

In a whim between your ears, a wisp of wind calls for beginnings of the Truth's exposure

Chicago's West Side to the California Sacapitol's Oak Park, I'm silent to let the meaning go

In and out of my ears, stuck in my mind with the feelings' chills, since birth, death's sure

Nobody's 208 bones get out of here alive, fortune & karma's will to be, I'll get down low.

Begun and ended the same way although I know more now that I've breathed the Earth gas

Die or live with or without knowing the reason why you're happy & why it's just one & done

Recollection beginning, the first howl from your lips & toothless tongue, you get a trip bypass

It's a white-chocolate strawberry flavor cover-up to kiss you, a pile of gold, lead served up fun.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Aprile VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jacked up out the bed late but frisked this out the soul by NOON while listen' to @EttaJames #GottaServeSomebody & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/WPYzvvaLhjw?list=RDMM & @UncleKracker & @KennyChesney #WhenTheSunGoesDown link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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.

by

r j j  stephan, i

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

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?