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END OF THE SAPIENS SPECIES' EXTREME DOT MATRIX

Simon says that you & I ought to act & think as all too human ancestors did, preceded essence
Smashed and grabbed as if you've never been taught the morality of good-evil behavior ends
Meaning nothing more than possession of a comprehensive philosophy of this pseudo reality
Seen, heard, smelled, tasted and felt as a touch & felt as an emotion, a rescue of idiots in me.

Here is what I mean by idiots, it's not a sound of a moron's opposition to logic or mortal sins
Rational to a fault, never unlistened to, a speaker with a spark & light gleam of a pimp's door
Prison break and the laws that were broken have retooled the punishment for the score wins
Four score you'll never see but a tie score will show the whole world what it means to score.

Bishops as cardinal red as any father in heaven or in dirt, above & below mirror image faces
Inside of your & my heads, mindful recollection of your & my past historical action & willing
Of the Ends you're heading toward, there's nothing there beyond the clouds & empty spaces
Cared too much or not enough, felt bold and brave plummet to the herd's timid & suffering.

Dot matrix the DNA to the massive monster bones you see as dead as the past million years
Of revolution and elliptical orbit about the burning ball of Hydrogen gas, my love, love me sun
Keep in mind, face the rays and feel the burning love, it's a hunk or maybe too much for some
Sincerely yours, on the other hand, it's too hot to handle for everyone but you, mama's fears.

Worried about you being safe & sound, until you were out of sight, out of mind, forgotten too
Letters handwritten for the edification of the parental helicopters that hover for guidance flux
Out of this world as you know it, the world that was here before your conception, you're all in
Occult hens calculating, cackling incessantly about a scan in the twilight zone, I love Mortal sin!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, June VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST  #EvolutionPrecedesExtinction
{ Under heart attack, drafted this piece while hemorrhaging strings of empty sounds of silence while jammin' to #NeedMoreCowbell @SNL bit link @ https://youtu.be/cVsQLlk-T0s & listenin' to "How Did Woody Allen become Woody Allen" link @ https://youtu.be/esYrjvi0R98 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#CellBlock17 #@Woody @#Elvis #HailMary

 

ON BEING THE TWILIGHT ZONE OF DUCKS' POND SCUM

You & I know what we've been taught, if we learned our lessons, we're in tune with Nothing
This entire planet of chaos is the scent of a woman and the ending of the wonders of living
Monkeys pretending not to be the apemen they came from, it works a little bit for a while
Did you know what you didn't know before you knew it?  I don't think so, the unknown up.

Whatever is out of our world, eight miles higher than the planet's ground, dirty rock pebble
Broken down apples and your delete button finger is cut off, William Tell rang the arrow bell
Shot into the heart to cause the blood to leak out into the matrix vacuum, blue blood to red
Monks hiding in caves, far away from the world of their mothers & fathers, it's what she said.

Courts in session and the verdict is in, you and I fired the bosses & now we've drunk the grog
Error in judgement has caused instant poverty within 60 days, no savings, no checking, a blog
Why don't you just shock the monkeys 'til they blow the commandments of humanity to err
Obedience to law that preceded all of our presence, the law began at the origin, Mom, Her.

No way you get in here to the Earth's atmosphere without yo' mama, have some respect too
She brought you into the world and she could take you out, behind your back, a cuckoo flew
Over the nest where the nuts get cracked and allow the good, the bad & the entry I can't find
In & out of inflated bones, all 208 of them, it's how many all of us have, deflated simple mind.

Greasers and the social butterflies who move about from home to the corner, on the cellblock
All of them had four of them, all of them had the gangs to hang, not doin' anyone's homework
Not many going to colleges & universities, nearly all being indoctrinated, drafted in the bloods
Leftover fear from the ancestors, linked up the scared cats with afterlife pablum of the cryps.

Never underestimated, I acknowledge y'all so to speak, we're all together before we're scatter
Shot gunned out of humanity & the funk that it leaves behind, makes It All most foul to smell
Moving upwind is necessary and you always know where you don't want to go, it's full of scat
Above my paygrade and below the bottom of the ocean, there's a heart of Earth's antimatter.

Soul to go, here, there & everywhere you'll never get to, you're a mortal, not an immortal son
You and your people in your family and group of associates will all be extinct in a century's fun
Causes and effects and the grand funk of historical recollection are all we have, it's On The Air
Broadcasting live 'til we're all dead & gone, far, far away from Words & Flesh here, over there.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, June VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
 

{ Gods' dams hold the H2O in a holy, bottomless pit & allowed this tripe to enter the light while listenin' to @Elvis #Platinum on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bP9lVSQxbm0 #HuluHoopBaby #ShakinHerGrassInAHuluHoop }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DreamOn

#WAR & the infinite's #TigerCatBytes

@TigerCats  my #pops' tattoo

IT'S NOT FOR ME TO SAY, EAT, DRINK & BE MERRY FOR TOMORROW...WELL YOU KNOW... @hotdogs @hogjowels & @kangaroos

Contemplate your own umbillical chord's knot in your solar plexis, it's the generator

Of all the men and mice you see and trap in the claps & applause for the terminator

Heroes and heroines at the beginning to lead the way toward a holy, final bitter end

Where brave men and women fear to go, it's the finale of the play, it'll be over then.

For no reason and without much rhyme in the Time anybody gets in Space, it's a Word

Made out of mud and blood and high alcohol ale & fruit of the vines, in a tiny flip bird

Aftereffect of the original cell mitosis and abandonment, here we all are, now all y'all

Know more than your ignorance has led you, you thought it was angels' heaven & hell.

When in any reality ever seen & paid any attention to, there's The End in sight, all God

Also known as the Unknown, the X factor between eternity and your final red hot rod

On the road, cruising & then speeding at the top velocity, exceeded gravity in the back

Above & beyond the clouds and calls of duty, nothing but you & the sky, blue on black.

Funky finks moving the rules and regulations around the helm, to avoid the dead men

Amen to the ones who have ceased their quest for immortality, it's over when it's over

Don't shoot the messenger, bury the hatchet in your mother & father in heaven's gate

Gods and the beatles left in the cosmic soup juice have consolidated their useless fate.

Subjective without being objective, I'm always right and I'm never wrong, it's on point

Where all followers go is where leaders have already gone & came, at a corner joint

Drunks that drank the bottles of liquid fermentation of grains, hops in a bottle's glee

All forever the death of our ancestors and may even be the dissolution of invisibility.

Nobody is left to listen to the words of your reason and rhyme, extinction is historical

Ending without a rerun, no academy award oscars or emmy awards for the hysterical

Feeling and then being totally numb in a second, that's what it's gonna be, no problem

I ain't the one who created the matrix, Truth be told, your love will die, you & all them.

Monkey milk keeps you alive until you find out that survival forever is impossible, gods

Ain't none, not even One, don't really care about the ministers & pope's priest hotrods

Cowards wait for the orders and get blamed by the other cowards who cower under it

Rocks, stones, pebbles even boulders are all the remnants of this Dirty Sun Dust skit.

Playing parts and in the acts and episodes denoting the goofy blood, sweat & tears

Drama is what you see, it's what you get once you are conceived in religion's fears

Of sinning against the laws, commands, the rules of the ones who are dead in a ruse

They never come back, I ain't afraid of no ghosts, no spirits, no disembodied booze.

Ready for what's next if you know nothing other than what you knew before ma & pa

They taught you & if they never existed, you'd know nothing more nor less than GA

You're playin' a long or a short game with no known expiration, without a time to fly

Foodstamps keep you alive in a tent, smokin' junk, all god's bums just waitin' to die.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #GotSmokeWillTravel blasted while jammin' to @WARtheBand #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/BsrqKE1iqqo & @CheechChong @ https://youtu.be/Uu2Tu8f0218 & @AaronTippin #KissThis link @ https://youtu.be/gaVnU6yHwSI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?