#SickleCells #BloodLineVampireDNA #MortalImmortals #TheRACE #LaRAZA #GRACIAS @LosLonelyBoys @Aaron_Tippin @AmericatheBand

KISS THIS, DOWN BY A DEAD RIVER FLOW OF a DEAD FISH

Plants, rocks & bugs looming above the fray, I'm in and out of It, the cream of the crop

Rose up about eight miles high & there was nowhere else to go, no up, down, in or out

I had the honor of escorting a few souls from here to there but they made me return

Actually, that's all in my mind but now the secret is out, an imaginary fool can't learn.

Being as such, the metaphysics of your somnambolistic frolicing is actually a cursed bit

Mortal being as you are, you have the mortal sins to contend with, divine gift of blood

To be or not to be is not only The Question it's the only inquiry without a response to it

Primary primates making 10 rules to get along & survive in the territorial divided mud.

World is all in your own head's mind, a nervous system fluke, freak of natural selection

Monkey around once or twice but you always go back to the lone wolf bum in a cavern

Bowing to the fire and the writing on the inner sanctum dirt walls of slate, dirt & grime

Water can't leave without taking us all with it, hydrogen, oxygen in concerto's rhyme.

Gone fishing to feed the evolved who are starving to death for love or just to eat food

Senses tingling for ratiionality during a darth of IQ, laughing my God's damned ass off

Sandman can't abandon me, I'm matrix of that illusion, the fit for a pit in a pendulum

Lower and lower the blade comes down to slice the thin skin, beheaded stem of dumb.

Drunk the beers and ales, even the abandoned whiskey, rye, vodka & gin, now I'm sunk

Woke up, awakened a moment before the last gasp of gas, saw a bright light, flipped It

Already ON so I had to #FlipItOff, a position to be or not to be in, either way I'm drunk

Chewin' on a piece of grass, smokin' some too, on Ventura Highway, on the holy scat.

Played it smart, waited 'til the whistle blew in the dark to hear the lighthouse's beam

Couldn't swim the tide, got drawn into the RIP & it looks like it's all over but the steam

Smoke on the water is the last there will be of me, it'll rise above the eight mile limit

To Neptune and Pluto, out of this world, no grave underground in gravity's hole, F-IT!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Jammed out the squeeze of @AMERICAtheBand #GreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/OfrliqJRdGQ & @LosLonelyBoys #CiscoKid @ https://youtu.be/hBas0YZdsc0 & the @GratefulDead #LIVEMEX 2018 https://youtu.be/2oZ16SCBAr8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SANTANA #BRANCH #CHICAGO #ShockTheMonkey #Apechit

MOBY DICK SPERM WHALE, IT'S ALL OVER

Blood in the water, on the ground down to deeper graves down to gravity's heaping dump
Underground in holy dirt, somewhere outside the hoods where angels fear to go and hump
Meaning jumps back & forth, no interception of conception, an explosion of population ilk
Broke into the notes of the melody that did my dirty work, it's not for me to say, drink milk.

Simple & inferior soul & mind that's been moved by the unmoved movers who preceded me
Don't care what happens after my death, it's comin' but I am tryin' to delay the monkey's key
To the lock in the door and combination of the safe's numbers, the key is to sublimate apes
Evolved from them so that they must be arisen from, the very nature of the vino's red grapes.

Wrath of the minions comin' like after the monster of Dr. Frankenstein, idiots leading morons
A herd ready to follow the leader over the bottomless pit's cliff, let 'em go, let 'em go right on
Rockin' in the free world to function as a catalyst for 'The End' effect, a Singularity putsch hell
Mum's the Word made flesh, out of nothing, no thing, it's what it is, IT ain't Cuervo Especiale.

I've got a secret only God knows, if you're God then you know, if you ain't, you'll never know
Why your origin, the egg & sperm turned to the zygote that grew into the life of the low blow
Do to you what I would not want you to do to me, before you change your mind, it is all done
It's either yours or mine, you want it and I got it, you can't get it out of my cold, dead hands!

Scream until your voice is lost in the Void, nobody hears anything out in the universe's hole
It will not be your will that wills the world to end, it's above and below this planet's forces, so
Get ready for the end of at least your breathing, heart-beating, thriving in terrestrial bliss' sky
Between Earth, the Earth's singular moon, the other eight planets out to Pluto's infrared pie.

My god, no god, accidental collision of matter in the middle of an empty matrix of atomic jizz
Moves or unmoved, energy to last forever and a spin of the star or the dirt you're on matters
Heaven, hell below, we're all gonna go, graves allow the power of gravity to bury us under It
We'll be a Supernova in spirit, you'll never know it, blow me down, it's a trip's monkey purse.

Struggle for survival, it's seriously worse than you think & better than God thinks in jailcells
Making inferior things, forms of life like humans & others, some extinct, some unseen angels
Professional or amateur, as a human from zygote to corpse, a certainty principle rings bells
Logic, reason, induction, deduction, rationality of philosophy ideas, form, matter or all hells.

If all hell broke loose, it would mix with the heavenly scents wafting from the easts & wests
Pardon my blooper, actually I have more than one, more like many bloopers & absurd jests
It works, to be or not to be answering questions with more questions until you turn it vague
Every day & every year in anyone's life is precious, Chicago to Rio Cool, it's your path, a leg.

Spare parts aren't the answer to the problem of mortality, bones get decrepit, you dig man?
Snowflakes in the desert fall and melt before dawn, we're a planet in space, sheet happens
For a good or not, existence thrives during the divine's momentary lapse of pure reason sins
In a little while, THE IN & OUT, no more breath or good times, no memory of baby cries, sons.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, June Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Drafted while scoring a series of home runs and striking out on balls in the dirt, while listenin' to the #BourbonBlues 3-4 hours @ https://youtu.be/fPb7doh686c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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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W.W.A.R.D.?