#CareerAdvisorToTheVoidNothingSpecial #YoArchie #LosLonelyBoys

ON A ROLL, HAND SIGNALS YOU NEVER GOT SENT IN U.F.O. CANYON

It's unidentified yet it's a material object in a material world, of the men & mice in the maze
Gave the minions, you, me & every other homo sapiens, nobody's left out of the last phase
When the Earth atrophies and in retrograde from the monkey paws that have corrupted God
Now and in the future, the time ahead of all of us who won't survive the death of the hot Bod.

Corrected the professors exams just for kicks, they didn't know the answers were all fictional
Followed logic & calculus, induced deductions followed by false premises of prophetic fools
Dying in the end, mouth agape and bowels loosed against poetic justice of DA's & the drones
Singin' the same old song to the same old people at the same old time, holy mother of Ones.

Ace in the hole, four or with two jokers, six Ones, no peek at the faces, just the coded rears
You cannot come and go as you please, the property is private and you don't own mirrors
To make it appear that you have a deed of ownership or a lien on the thing itself, good lie
That you possess the dirt of the planet in a place of longitude and latitude, dirt to the sky.

One and only way to catch the meaning of the virtue signals comin' from every direction up
In and out of the mouth through the canals of energy generation, can't runneth over a cup
To the pain and suffering of your mothers, I salute them for the trouble, it's a cursed reprieve
To bleed out for the species, to raise the brood & propagate the blind faith of Adam the Eve.

Infinite to null and void, that's Time, Space & matter to energy transformation, hot & cold
Extinction will become the norm but there will be no record of it to recall in any time old
Language and printing preservation in the pages, volumes of tomes & oral sagas of the clan
All in the fire of the supernova's singularity, stroke of luck you got to know before Peter Pan.

Magic in a dream, better than the actual fire in the hole, comin' with the roaches & sty pigs
Barns in the yards in charge of the locomotion of the herds, all in the family doin' Irish jigs
A dance & your mother's labor, pain & suffering just to hear your cryin' & bitchin' until ends
We all gotta go, come on man, it's all you get out of it, dead food, life gives y'all the Bends!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, June IX, MMXXII Anno Domini
{ Cracked out of the nut while jammin' to @GovernmentMule LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/cYvvnvtNDxQ?t=82 }
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#KILROY was here with #STEPPENWOLF #TwoFerOneTodayToo

 'CAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE SO PRETTY, RIVER STYX IS KILROY DRY

I don't care if you like it or not, the way it is, my friend, is the way it is & just ain't nothing else
Meaning only that my advice is to enjoy every single day you get on this Earth, it's ringin' bells
Like I don't really recollect the time on the planet before I was born, except for one thing too
I died & came back to life a few times, like I'm a nine life cat but I'm not, menu-do cosmic stew.

Nothing I can recall of the past living on Earth other than I was no insect or reptile or mammal
Something extinct in 2022 A.D. except inside of a DNA recessive gene which is immune to hell
What the One is can't be mutable, it's necessary condition is that it's immutable, always One
Common ground I step down upon is the same as yours, if it isn't then you ain't in on it, son.

You may be on a different path than I am, you may not be on any path at all, just here & now
Rationality and the quest for the Truth be damned, take the hand of the virgin & jump on in
The volcano hole accepts the flesh and bones for sacrifice to the imagination's conflagration
That you live after you die without a body, without a mind, only a soul you & I eagerly blow.

Into the plethora of star effulgence created from Nothing, out of Nowhere in no Time at all
Yet, here we are, y'all over there & me way down here on the block or in the backwood y'all
For the sake of sanity and the power to sleep and wake up ad infinitum, until the crows caw
Absentee fathers and unwed mothers have the Commandments to be thankful for, Raw Law.

Choirboys learn the lessons and transmute into altar-boys, paperboys & bat-boys until the end
Swept up in the hub bub around acculturation, I'll follow like y'all follow, I'm gently weepin'
There's no reason nor rhyme left in the baked bean souffle, empty of the form & anti-matter
Wake the discourse by force, unless it's a talking horse like Mr. Ed and rode by a mad hatter.

In the groove on the platter groove, first to the last RPM spin, it's about the tracks 13-19 teens
Where the start is the finish and vice versa, a bizarre world where nothing's right, it's all wrong
As the day allows a conscious awareness, it's a dream within a dream moving random scenes
Will to control the causes and effects is futile, resistance is always futile, Mari fire up the bong.

So, I slid safe into home, caught the catcher in the cup, I felt bad that I felt so good, team hug
Wisdom fled my conscious awareness for several important moments today, I am such a lug
Listen carefully when I croon the words of the chimney sweeper, spittin' creosote of hot bricks
Unfolded for your eyes only, it's not for me to say, it is what it is. upstream down river Styx.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, 6-8-2022 AD @ 2100 hours PST #gODamFinklestein
{ 2Aday drafted while jammin' to #BestOfStyx link @ https://youtu.be/UjnCTHi9Qf0 }

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#BottomsUp #FromTheTopDown #GAGA #SHAKUR #YOGA #ALL

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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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