#ThatIsTheTickTockTicket #OneFinitePlethora

 

APOSTATE DEAD SOUL, YOU COME, YOU GO TO DIE ADDICTED TO LOVE

I am in a dream on a trip inside of my own head, in my mind within, you're gonna die too son

Daughters will bear the babies and raise them to fruition in the live fields of dreams outside it

Confirmation after your confession and communion with a lone Son, the One spawn of ol' Sol

Keep it in mind, you need a womb of a woman to be born into this world, it's survival spawn.

Only you and I know what this means in any language upon the tower of Babel, where we are

Inside of a skull, inside of the atmosphere of planetary dust, cosmic FUBAR and the AMEN car

It is what it is, so be it because it's so fouled up beyond all recognition, it's a beach boy omen

To be or not to be hangin' ten or just blowin' through the pipeline, lookin' at shark swimmin'.

Be a life guard and save the lives of the ignorant and unlucky who dive into unknown oceans

Needing and wanting to be saved from the stupidity inherited from the raisers of the humans

Divine laws written in the tomes of bibles and diatribes of the One and the Many, bull's scat

Not only do you need the Truth, you want the Truth & you can't handle the Truth, it's all Fat!

Among the many there are singular ones who need nothing but the final gasp to amend it all

Birth after & before the spin & wobble, when older crews croak & leave the legacy of the Fall

Apparently, in the crosshairs of a demigod's scope, I am rollin' so let us all do so, let's roll 'em

Ready and set to function in the calculated causes and effects of reality, as we know it, Scum.

From the ocean foam or asteroids crashing into the sea's H2O at random, dirt evolving group

Conceptual analysis yields the final understanding that will never change in this galactic soup

Party or funeral just before the celebration of memories of One, HOLY HOLE not here or now

Conceptual analysis of DEAD Soul philosophy, all too human LOVE addiction, Alien's milkcow!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June ONE, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ God forgot about it!  Drafted while jammin' to some #BlessingsAndMiracles @Santana link @ https://youtu.be/lb9ie3305x0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WheresThePoPoNow? #ReasonableIrrationality

A SQUARE'S  ATMOSPHERE, RUDE TRIANGULATION STRANGULATION

Nothing matters if something is right, that IS nonsense & isn't rationally streaming a river view

Punks & junk in their blood & bones, between the three meals every day, there's chit to poke

One long-john, a twisted concoction of leaf-life in a jar's logo-rich color, red, pink, violet & blue

Blown in & out of blood-lined red, white & blue gigs, same as it always been, life is but a joke!

Tolerate the disagreements because experience shows that all ideas pass away, like your folks

Inside of the newpaper is the old news from last night's bad news, there's never better looks

Analyze the conceptual formulation of your thoughts, to be precise, to read your meaning too

Not just the sound of the grunts and repeated ground-up beef of the morons who came thru.

Wrote books, the kids read & believed were sound and rational when they were the opposite

Didn't catch the disclaimer at the origin nor at the finale, it began & will end in a peep of fight

No match for the black hole's singularity, it's nature is to suck us all into the End's final taster

God inside you, inside me, inside every atom of hydrogen and oxygen, gods do not waste Her.

Spaced out & into pan-imagined world of baby minds trained by infidels & zealots, One's sons

Maybe many or the One, either way,  a sufficient condition, to be at war with my DNA's atoms

For Happiness & the pursuit of the Good, the assimilation of the Bad & the absorption of ugly

At the last gasp of air I get, it's all you're gonna get, you're gone the moment I die, poof, I see.

Nobody alive will get out of this life alive, everybody is giong to die first, body & soul, it's over

Blind faith deceived the forms of DNA to believe in the vacant emptiness being their Savior sir

Woman who bore them into this world had one precedent, a creator of Mankind's mortal sin

Burned everything in Space, collapsed into the Void's nourishing emptiness, forgot I'm . . . IN!

Play with yoyo's & spinning tops to pass the time away, on the wax floors of the holy, hot fire

Put this in your subjective pipe and smoke it, it's an object predicated by the pall-bearing pyre

Monkey virus aside, don't eat the meat, substitute the flesh & let it die in peace not like food

Common ground star dirt, kids beyond recognition, #FUBAR of Calculus, up yours, I was rude!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Conned out of my mind's eye this AM while loopin' @LouGehrig's 4 Homers in 1 Game, June 3rd, 1932 A.D.  on youTube #Viral link @ https://youtu.be/1x2MnvwYgkw }

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W.W.A.R.D.? 

#HappyMemorialDay #PickinGrinnin' @Waylon_Jennings #GoodHeartedWoman #GoodTimesMankind #FormulaOne

 <3

RAP TWICE WITH A CANE, KILLIN' THE PAIN OF A STEELY AIRMAN'S LATE SHOW

Granted this titanium free will switched on to the fine line, it's on, I can't turn it off, so strange

It's all as tight as a drum, animal skin stretched to it's ripping point, titanium-free, dream being

All of the things we think are useful or useless are guesses about the a Big Bang & our Ending

In or out of sin we caused & allowed to happen, A SWITCH THAT CAN NEVER CHANGE.

In Heart's desires or Soul's karma indulgences we delve down into the mire, the muck, the life

As above and so it is below, our heads are over our heels and there's no going backward knife

It's a cut forward, ahead of it's time, there's that which comes around & goes around as a jerk

Decades roll on from one to ten & where the hell are we?  Covered up & pullin' a sharp knife.

Matter and form had nothing on me before my pa & ma merged me into One, as I am a unit

Multitudes are duplicated and continue to strive while some have yet to be conceived, all of It

Drunk on the smoke and high on the booze, it gives the essence of the Truth some kick, boom

Droppped a bomb on me & you, told us we're on our own, to be or not to be a witch's broom.

Squeezing the life out of the stardirt, mixing the water and wine with the doomed star ashes

Yields players of existence & meloncholy sounds of key A flat to G sharp ad infinitum caches

Before the beginning there's no record of things & at end there'll be nothing but farm chores

Analogy of the twilight zone's surrepitious repitition of the reruns and repeats of the scores.

In Time & Space's social communication twixt Katy, Peg & Dr. Wu, blown friend-enemy chitt

Be the way anyone can be who fades away, gravity sucks, ultimate goal of life, dust in orbit

Around in a circle or an elipse 'bout a burning gravitational collapse, a boogaloo mind blower

Zombies out & in, strike pitch zone of twilight, twisted into a creature comfort, a tulip striker.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Cast aspersions above while jammin' to @SteelyDan #TheVeryBestOf on youTube @ https://youtu.be/d7PsHS_vixU & @ElectricMountain #AtLastEverything @ https://youtu.be/5VNN7Fow75A & #MemorialDayTribute @ https://youtu.be/85FlA8fXUCU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?