#Fresh @Eminem #ToneDeaf (video ear infuxion) @ChrisStapleton #RicoSuave

NOTHING'S AS HOLY AS JELLY CHUCKLES IN DEEP SPACE SCAT

Of my gang of ones that mitotically divide to cause a replica of self to appear over here

They came from Nothing and seriously are something but even they don't know what

Maybe divine or human or some other species of life form, it's intelligence in Sing Sing

From a guess, educated or ignorant, it's no better than asking for something for nothing.

In the name of the sons of this anarchy against the solar system's function, galactic factoids

Punks and junkies are just too cool for school and think that things themselves are androids

Ditches appear out of nowhere at the deep end of the mud hole, it's a sin awaiting suffering

Not that you want it but Karma must be repaid when you disturb the balance, you're paying.

Discover the lies and the truths involved with the miracles of the moment, lucky to be alive

Could have been different with those nine cat's lives, I got one & that's what I've got to give

The rest of the story is a future shock of History that hasn't happened yet, COVid will blow it

Nobody to blame but yourself since you're the only one in the room with the cause & effect.

If you don't laugh and you can't cry then you'll die laughing when you find out you're trippin'

In plain language, the lights & action in front of your very eyes is exactly the same as dreamin'

Faith, Hope, Charity, Compassion, Pity, Selflessness of the conscious person, one bored of It

Meaning that this here is all there is, that there unknown comedy & tragedy, untied to be fit.

You all know what we all know, Time is short and you get no more than shares of hind teats

Cocksure that it's all a matter of Space between the things that DNA replicate as senate seats

Kids as the baby goats or young humans from a 'hood before or after midnight frenzy sublime

Bums kept off the railroad tracks, they just want to be the choo-choo trains, droppin' a dime.

Knives in the backs of the allies, enemies makin' out the solution to the revolution, live-in sins

Sins against my grandfathers' mothers, all their lives spent avoiding acute pain of straight pins

No way on the runway if it's only one way or the other, forked road it's not, straight & narrow

Reflected skull & bone potheads & evil genies in my hologram skin, god's dam #10 genius Ho!

Kids gone up & done what I never could, survive in the teenager body, joined a USAF sky blue

Inside of the War, there were no battles with my privilege of being an eldest son of three too

Been around the block and the clock, it's not all it's cracked up to be, I came out of a tiny one

Stillborn outback ghettos, upon cliffs of guffawing gods & 69 @RedChuckles' just for fun, son!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, April XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ #CookTheGoose #HangTenSurfBoardSand #ISlippedYouFlipped }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NeverStartingOverEverAgain

#NoReasonNoRhymeNoSCAT

#OfficeJobCrackedUpToBeRetirementAt65 #LockUpMyToothPaste #GodToothlessSpiritGuru #NoMeatToEat #BUCKDontStopFear #WTFoverRover?

MID -ROAD AHEAD, KISS MY XMAS GOOSE OBSTRUCTION

If you have a reason to be alive, your parents have succeeded in the DNA's survival, a trip
It's so complicated, near impossible to put the genie back in the bottle, drippin' VD's drip
As above, so below in the wild East, West, North or South, barber-pole in a cabbage patch
It's a byte or two in the cosmic bum rush, of men and the mice they've raised from scratch.

You'll die if you like it or not, try me, suicide, homicide, matricide, patricide's One-side zeal
It's a rattle and a hum from sapphire stylus on the groove of the platter to the reels, for real
Amazed by the shine of the silver moon and the reflection of the sun's inner insanity game
Without gods, Space is still empty, Nothing ever changes, It is always One, never the same.

I'm Hack, you're a hard-workin' fool who pays 40% taxes & 60% fecal matter consumption
Why don't you shut your pie hole and allow less fruit and sugar crust crumbs, a mortal sin
Step on it, your mother's your God, without her you're an aborted fetus, a dead mind hole
The day you die, mister and ms, you may be happy or sad, you'll be an idiotic fool of a soul.

Look deep into the Void, the Netherworld outside of this planet's stratosphere, original sin
Don't want to admit it, y'all alone, your dead friends and family gone to where you're goin'
Beware of the dog, it's barkin' behind the gate, jumpin' on the fence, mad at your scents
Body's odoriferous perfume disguises the stench of the organic matter composter, God sent.

Mixed metaphors be damned, it's not my bag man, you must be trippin', don't like it, split!
Inside your consciousness, the perception of this Earth's spinning days & nights is fluid scat
Recycled Void gas left over from the Big Bang or whatever happened before I ever loved It
Just lucky to have been here for a squirt of a moment, mom's labor worthy of goddess' fat.

Much more than any of our ancestors would allow their children to exhibit, no how, no way
This anti-herd mentality of breaking bad into duets and trios and launching to the full moon
Smells like teen spirit to me, not to think ahead of the moment, predicting the cow's spoon
When the milk turns chocolate you've got to wonder where the darkness comes into play.

All of the functions of the calculus are predictable if you assume you're usin' your noggin
Head games cannot be done without a head to play within, eyes to see, ears to hear It in
Light from the sky or the bulbs of Edison & Tesla will come & it will go, there is no choice
Among you and within us all is the planetary territory in the Void, burnt bones my boys!

Fictitious consequences of the meaning of my personal ignorance & dearth of blind faith
Making this up out of thin air, I use language because we're all gonna die, I've got no time
To explain that you're an idiot, you know you're not in control of any afterlife of a wraith
Lucky to get into a copacetic state for as many episodes of LIVE broadcasting on a dime.

Game changer when you change the rules without all of boy players knowing of the switch
From chess games to win or lose to battles of antibodies dead & gone upon Earth burnt Fire
Seriously, looking straight up, even if you're stoned or blinded by a rod & a cone defect itch
Document it, forget about recollection ad infinitum, river's running, I'm The Son of a Beach.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, Aprile XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 9:59 AMPST
{ Drafted in #SilentNight mode while watchin' & listenin' to @KingOfCalifornia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pp7yHDzCVXQ & @Satriani  }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
#ImNotFollowing 

#LostMyHead 

#QuestionEverything

#WonTheLoss #LostTheWins #RideTheRiverBoatFloat #SHALOM #ATWAR #ZONEX

RIVER ROVER, GHOST-HARD AS NAILS, SEA GAS IN outerSPACE

War's accoutrements are at peace, honky tonk skin in the game, one easy come, easy go
A fool being the same as mine, player pickin' and grinnin' at my axe-hole's wild beast
Pretending to know something when I can't tell anybody why It's All this way, oh Man
No philosopher or priest on my side with or without you, I know I'm gonna die, dam!

Fun it's been beating up on the skins stretched over the heavy metal and bloody mud
From where I came & where I'm headed, just because you think you're so pretty, bud
Inside of the seed or bursting from the hull up to heaven's gate, stratosphere's Hole
Where there's nothing at all, not an atom of helium or argon, creature feature's blow.

Whales and porpoises swim until the water's all gone, too many fish in the sea to see
From above and below right here and now, at this time inside of my obtuse scree Z
Of the X's & Y's and all of thee I sing the song with the Word uttered under the breath
I know what I'm blowin' into the cosmos, you'll never know, do you remember Death?

Of course, I'll save you if you fall off of the cliff on the coast, rescue you from the deep
It's only a problem if you're blind, deaf and dumb as a rock without a rhythm to keep
Just loud noise plucked out of an electronic cornucopia of decibels from zero to infinity
Bringing the whole enchilada to the debate on who and what to eat, oh, the humanity.

Dreaded the seeds planted and grounded without a chance to grow, at the side of god
Or under the feet of that divine stud, needed nobody to make it all, it's a holy hot rod
Examination for the grade to show the magna cum laude of my mind's eye, R&B sick
As y'all see the ashes left over from the hair and teeth, fingerprints up in smoke, dick!

Trippin' just for the Hades' respect, I didn't request this but I'm mastering the 0 entity
208 bones animated and in total control yet still in the way of mortal dangerous tea
Sunmade tea of the sun and the sea, comin' out of a seed that came outta nowheres
Not on Mercury or Venus or Mars, not Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto or God's bears.

Waded into battles of the War on me, to beat me, to sacrifice me on my funeral pyre
Funeral I don't need, just the immortality of the whole shebang, I wanted it all, I'll see
Middle way I've been walkin' on, didn't get raised without ethics or morals, oh so holy
Reached out into he empty vacuum for a hand, grabbed my own, can't get no higher.

Missing persons who were in action just a few seconds ago, left sheets for the birds
All gone before they knew that they were already gone, infamous bunch of bi-words
A salad to die for, created from nuts for bolts, we all gonna die eatin' whatever runs
Keep all dogbones at a deadend road, more-less 120 years, y'all got it, mom's sons?

Lucky to have been here long enough to scoot, crawl & walk-run erect as the stiffs
All of the others down under the ground, back in the mix, some ain't even here yet
One way or another, anytime you learn to read & regret the spirit debt, live to die
Can't die if you wanna keep up the life of day-night loco, @PinkFloyd Wall for a fly.

Small things, larger than you can see, onerous micromanagement skills & hot toads
All matter and all energy sped up to make it disappear into thin air, on dirty roads
Earth left over stardust, burned out after zillions of eons, leftover cinder-wingding
To be or not to be, perfect answer to the proverbial question, thrilling, a GD thing.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Aprile XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini 777 AMPST
{ #Misery #PowerToCry ...jammed this gem while gleanin' @JJ_Cale & @Eric_Clapton #TheRoadToEscondido (Full CD) link @ https://youtu.be/lxLEKPgvbYs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?