#NeuroticConceptualAnalysis #WhatAnAndyDick?

#Hammer?  #CheckTheIndexFingerLength #ManOhMan & a #HUGE #FungibleBlackHoles

#Transgenderism-EXTINCTION OF SPECIES

x-DEAD HEAD RATIONAL & LOGICAL FREQUENCY

{ aT-one HIGH BALL IN AN INFRARED, COSMIC WAVELENGTH, BUGS BUNNY'S TRAPPED IN A BELL-@BALL JAR }

From Boca Raton to Tacoma, there's a trail of my tracks left over dogs
Who tracked me down from my exclusive scent, aggressive word blogs
Shooting pain into the dark crevaces of the faces of the humane crew
All the boys & girls who listen to instructions & perform black on blue.

The whole shebang is so complicated, even god can't unravel the knot
Brutal dogs are hungry like mongrels who hunt, phuque & smoke pot
In a pickle with crypto-currency #StableCoyne, high as #PennyStock
Moronic idiots reproduced an occult, ancestral entity, deadman Jack!

Out to the coasts' oceans both Pacific and Atlantic, out a Siberia crash
One UFO, unseen, unheard of yet still, One thing remains, your #Azse
Electrical and mechanical sounds like a problem, wired gears cheerio
Ran until the ceasing of canine protection, Man's best friend, @velcro!

Larger than life & smaller than a neutrino, cremate your remains UP
Never bury your bones in a box underground, skulls' & bones' Catsup
Funk of 49er's punks, born bastards without a father's angelic brood
You're gonna live until you die, it's true, hope not to be living as food!

Microscopic life, animated in doge coin trumped, extinction's possible
Probably is a predicated subject, a word made flesh, a tweet in a Bell
Rung loudly to signal that the sky is falling since the acorn's downfall
Mugs of mothers' twisting their nose and lips in a contortion of #Hell.

Check apemen, check monkeymen, check prophets & saviors of #Man
Hair on your legs, arms, chest & back mean something, eh, too human
Funk running in your arteries and veins, bloodline of the extinct Dodo
Any bird that can't fly is food for canines and felines who covet mojo.

My mojo is not for sale and not available for snacks turned to a feces
Mind also was never really independent of the brain, a cranium freeze
I ain't available, neither here nor there, never where good times look
As above, so below One's ash, holy scatological bait on a #Woke hook.

Got a minute, wait a second, uno momento, I'll be right back with y'all
When you hear a dial tone, call back & begin again, ad infinitum balls
Drank the solids & ate the liquids, blew the gas out of my iPod's bones
Buried deep or blown to smithereens in a crypt's pit with a pendulum.

Got a forced metaphor & a split infinitive ready to go, forget about it
So, start with that word no matter what, so, I get the gist of the batchit
No First Cause to begin the creation, no Final Cause to end this fiasco
Goofball scree streams are so #Woke, read, teleprompter revolution!

by
rjjstephan
c.  5-11-2022 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST Mercredi

{ Out of an #Unwoke mind undercover of my hoodie, #TinPanAlley of @StevieRayVaughan @ https://youtu.be/5VH-uC1hNkw & @GratefulDead #ShakedownStreet link @ https://youtu.be/QgEAVch57sc & LIVE #Rockplast Germany @ https://youtu.be/0CgM6s1LLuY & #AllTimeFav @ https://youtu.be/MccLsc5YzrI }

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

 

#NoShirts #BareNakedLadies #HeavenlyOne #OldDeadThugs #YoungThugsAging #DeletedSimpsonsScenes

WAY UP?  FINALE, WON ONE TENTH ON THE 10TH, UPLINK HOMER'S PARADISE

From one seed and a green sprout from the dirty ground and dirty water, homegrown glaze

Of the bones and blood of the humane players, a cosmic groove lost in Space, oh so timely

Own nothing before & after this life, own it while you breathe, it's all you get, oh so lucky

A piece of the peace that's invisible yet a deeply solemn feeling, noiseless without a blaze.

Pounding your head up against the proverbial wall, you may have caused a revolution friend

Creator of the entire shebang of the atoms, every molecule conglomeration of Spirit's forms

Wraith has wielded the spell, you're in it, we're all in the thing, it's goin' on & it's gonna end

Cards and a dice game may stick you up between a rock and a hard place, cool as silkworms.

Punks on vacation with the spoils of war, honorable discharge and some cash stipend GI Bill

Electric Kool-ade and superglue for the final end of the trip you're on, everybody's gotta go

With or without me in any situational awareness, One soul in the deep, black hole of Thrill

Inner sanctum of the womb room, only a home base of Nothing, cosmic high, infrared low.

That's an original screech of disobedience, scratchin' nails on blackboards, drivin' talkie movie

To get laid in my dad's back seat where my gramma and mother sat for the ride to a cemetery

Where the bones of the kin are laid under the turf of forest preserves, granite rock signaling

Gravity stronger than the weightless gas of hydrogen & oxygen, we're all in, here to Sing Sing.

Who has the nuclear weapons?  Is this Russian Roulette or just the players playin' par course

We got them, they got them, missiles of extinction that blow up people, places & all things

You and I play the cards, roll the die and get to the objective of the end game, rules of rings

Magic or not, spells matter, words matter, all Matter matters & without One, it's Universal.

Innocent, ignorant, adept at mitosis of the zygote and subsequent shape of preformed scree

I'm going to find the women who bear men and ask them a question about their philosophy

Of being alive in a petri dish in the middle of nowhere and having the labor of pain, inclusion

Theoretically & practically, bowling on the alley of predication, Word deduction & conclusion.

Self recollection remembers that feeling that our happiness is justified, fact, you are all black

All yo' dads got lucky, dead & unborn, not of this privelege whether brown or white, get back

Among humanity's only extinction, before or after A split atom of Hydrogen blows a 'shroom

All organisms in a blown lock box, all drop a dime, all punch out the ticket to Infinity's Room.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May 10, 2021 A.D. #101022 #TenTenTwoTwo @ 911 AMPST

{ God's #DogsOfWar, might of mothers & fathers rendered extinct from the planet's stardirt leftover crumbs, sin-spired this gem while jammin' to some #WorldSmoke @Young_Thug #Hits on youTube #GuWop link @ https://youtu.be/S2dDI2RhnM0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

  

 

#BackToTheWorldAgain #TrippinAbortionInterstateConfidenceWomen

#STRAPPED  #CONCEALED #UNLICENSED-dogGod #AardvarkOfBaal #TheVOID

As if it never happened, thee be vaccinated from birth until death absolves your soul

In the fire of purgatory, hell underneath the Earth's six feet of dirt or among star tolls

Gravitational collapse is inevitable even if you & I & everyone else in the cosmos fell

To the bottom of that pit of imaginary Hades, in the biblical mind of scholars, Bahlell.

What happened on that well documented, #InMyOwnWay novel of acute proportions

Watts turned the power up to the cosmic wavelength with infrared frequency cosines

Calculus to die for, in a literal way when it's not figurative, a function of DeCon cooks

Rats & angels have a similiar imaginary DNA with a higher power than the ID's books.

It's no secret, occult seed of any messiah that will be what it will be, offspring of gods

Among men and women and every species of plant or animal of the Terra Ferma pods

Here and now moves on in your & my mind so consciousness becomes nonsense Void

All there is and ever was will always be the same thing itself, Nothing but an android.

Inherited the happening from the same way that rats' & roaches' DNA mitotic daze

From One comes the Many, that's the Truth & even if you're a moron, you had a kid

Wise that you know about Nothing, it's the clear light that showed the narrow Ways

Nothing on the left or the right or behind the God's oneness, leftover mutant hybrid.

Dreamed you'd know what you've been dreaming about while you've been lazy bones

To remain asleep after your body ceases to be alive is as true as five holy rollin' stones

Known to nobody but me, myself & I on the 28th of February in the millennia up ahead

You're gonna wish upon a star when I'm gone, wish you were, therefore, starwar dead.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May IX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST

{ #DNA drafted this celestial body of winged, women bangers  while listenin' to the fabulous thunderbirds HITS link @ https://youtu.be/gYZxKh1SWRI & some JAMZ @ https://youtu.be/or5VMZR5RN0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PileOnTheOldFolks