#GravitationalCollapse #WorldWideSuckSound

OLD SAYINGS, WORDS OF A FOOL'S EMPTY VOID

Silver lining of the golden geese who laid empty bird shells, all that there

In the pink and the deep blues where only angels fear to go, trippin' fear

You and I know the same things in different languages taught by old folks

All of them dead much earlier or later than us, we survive humane jerks.

Now on with your own journey to the Ends of your conscious awareness

The day you die is a momentary lapse of rational thought, innocent rest

From the First Cause's Unmoved Mover syndrome, divine God complex

Immortal mortals with skin and bones that walk, run, fly and to have sex.

Maybe for nothing or something that's not clearly the finale of a hit play

Bull's eye aimed at and hit in the center of the target, home runs of a boy

Out the park over left-center & right field fences, 2 homers, switchhit too

Juiced bat with taped grip, got hit 40 times, pitched a few balls to review.

Early birds catch worms & the snowbirds snatch those tasty worm flow

From the holy mud downunder our footholds, matter, Time, Space & me

We all are in the same proverbial boat, like it or not, you're not gonna go

When you turn the switch ON & you see nothing igniting, repeat let it be.

Screaming bloody murder on a bloody Sunday will raise eyebrows a bit

Silence required to fill in the spots between noise & chaos' orgasmic hit

Base, double, triple, homer, walk or sacrificial flies in cosmic, soup stew

Mints of green color, spear or winter twix all whitey's red, black & blue.

Birds of a feather flock together & the same holds for apes' loaded glocks

Most species on Earth don't have a species-wide WAR, this world's droid

Killing the threats, absorbing the ways and means to increase the g-flocks

Supernova the result in One Singularity's Black Hole, be a Zero, The Void.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  May XIXth, MMXXII @ 1500 hours PST

{ Produced while out of production of baby formula, so I made it myself, water and baby geritol, orange flavored link @ https://www.amazon.com/Pack-Haliborange-Toddler-Liquid-BUNDLE/dp/B00URRDTZY/ref=asc_df_B00URRDTZY/?tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=df0&hvadid=510945040761&hvpos=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=341185328418344582&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9032550&hvtargid=pla-1263221967245&psc=1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SUPERNATURALLYours #MoneyFoNothin' #GimmeSomeWater #GoToChurch @Eric_Church

LOVE LIGHTS OF TOOTS' TWEETS & ZEN CHERRIES

Sharks in the water whether you like it or not, feel the spirit leakin' into God afar

Old man was a younger version of this and that there, fait au complet & aurevoir

System's gone too far to catch up to the end of bliss' lines, fools to infinitely fear

Or less but also either way, it's neither above nor below, I am no hero down here.

Sheep flock around the shephard for no reason, just to find the end of the end zone

A twilight between absolute darkness in a penumbra and angelic starlight, I'm ash

Withstanding no heat past 100 degrees for very long, I'm a wimp for holy water too

Streaming forth out of nowhere, here when I got here & here when I'm gone, no foo.

Out of this world's extraterrestrial units come & go for no reason other than mayhem

All there is can be put into a single thimble if you squeeze it just a taste, a byte of REM

Slip into darkness' dramatic dream within a dream and see the thing as it always was

Just like you & me, a thing moving around, back and forth and bottoming out in fuzz.

Tinker toys and Erector sets on the one hand, musician, boy scout, paperboy, a flyboy

It all comes down to this, no matter what the subject & object happen to be, it's a toy

Always, every day and night, on a roll from east to west, wobbling south to norte high

Among us both the good, the bad and most ugly beyond description, a sewer, NOW fly!

In excess of having total access to the entire shebang of matter, a key, invisible to you

Until the dawn sets upon your conscious self to maintain the line of defense against US

Angels aren't the thing, it's the creator of the things that's the problem, bad & beggin'

It's not personal, I don't care what a creator appears to be, I've got the love lights on.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, May XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Jammed in silence with noiseproof headphones but would have listened to something or nothing if I could have, I would have, hell, I should have gone to bed!   but ... I would have played some @EddieMoney #GimmeSomeWater like this @ https://youtu.be/lsYndo1NslE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SomethinBoutATruckAndAGirlInARedSunDress #YeahYouGotItNow #RollWithMeBaby!!! #TheHeavy & my 1969 Charger 440 magnum

   

#NoLostTouch #SlippedAwaySlipperySlope #ShoNuffGroovinNowYall

ABOVE & BELOW GOLD & MOM'S DARKASS PARADISE BLUES

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I am not who I was the day I was born, the moment I was conceived was a far out close-up

Of this human, this man, this person, this atomic conglomeration of DNA, pure evil in a cup

Whiskey, Rye, Scotch and Beer all for One and One for all, that's Justice, it's a ham sandwich

A local bartender set up the cream of the dream, 7 shots in the darkness at the edge of Itch.

Once scratched that itch felt like it needed another touch or two, for a shitz and giggles sign

Nothing else left over from the past history 'fore I arrived into this fixed mix, grew braids fine

Blown gaskets got too hot to keep contained in the holy temple of the white boys' combo fee

Created this all from Nothing makes sense now, from nothing you leave nothing, it's victory!

Chain lightening and the white lightening that goes hand in hand, for Love and Faith's smoke

Gone functional to the sums of it all, every tiny atom, compiled to be a planet's original Oak

It's more important than your breath goin' in and out fo you lungs, I recalled a memory I lost

It's no wonder I had a chip on my shoulder, imperative that my obedience to law's high cost.

A dollar to a dime it's a roll of the die, sevens or elevens will get you & I even with the house

Nobody ever wins and beats the House, odds are you'll never be the one who wins the joust

Against the living Evil forces that want to see you dead and buried or lost without any trace

You & I know, we all know what the story is, it's here and now, wrote all over your Hot face.

Too many men and women in the world, need of contraception of the third kind, a die hard

Never gonna drop a dime on humans due to some bullet holes in my back, as I flipped a bird

Written to bare my spiritual physics in an #Omnichronic matrix, company party of One's flock

Holy coffee grounds, sippin' ale, Jack & Coke, all for a monkey trick, roll me a stiff metal glock.

Magazine loaded and read covert to overt and back to the finish line, where mothers don't go

Have no guns, no knives, just sticks and stones to fight the good fight of abused & saved souls

All of the children and siblings of the mothers who banged a father into a mercurial afterbirth

Kissed ground, as I alit the 727 All Star of valiant warriors, mighty chief I am, one God's Earth.

Solar power let it all go downhill and sunk the matter to the grave of Singularity, a blacker ho

Papa rolled the stone away from the holy grounds' cave entry, darkness and the ending blow

Punched, kicked, scratched, poked, gunned, knifed, cut into smithereens, blown rubber soul

Stretched to the finite zeroed out nullification, where nobody gets out alive, let's rock & roll!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, May XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Jammed while listenin' to the #RollWithIt of @Stevie_Winwood link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI #JustTrippin'& @KipMoore #Somethin''BoutATruck link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?