#KillKKillers #ShakeHerToHerStuds #BlackIcedACDC #FatalityCats

EXTINCT SAM I AM, ecstasy run-away train, MAN

I won't allow the loose lips that sink ships to tell the whole truth & nothing but the Truth

Lies that sound like the truth to the analytical mind are simply making assumptions to view

The induced or deduced statements which follow the pattern of logic and reason for proof

That you'll completely dissolve into cosmic stew when your body is rockin' the hot, tin roof.

Monks in the caves and monkeys in jungles' trees, eating, drinking & family herds of punks

On corners or at the hungout for food and drink nobody can afford, all of my big man dunks

Under the basket's rim or on a fast break tear from the half-court line, I forgot the hail Mary

Our father in heaven, I thought it was a fairy tale rather than an historic record, a stage saavy.

TNT segway from the peace to the war & back around to the peace, A-bombs away, it Is dark

From far, far away the beings not of this Earth can observe the atomic fission & fusion snark

Smartarse like my daddy said I was, said I had a big mouth, called my name to see all about it

Written on paper between lines, in horizontal order with a perfect left margin, twisted outfit.

Divine as it is above and below the Mason-Dixon line, a division to absolve you from a guilt

That you are the cause of anything that happens in front of your eyes lookin' under your kilt

Hardly in or out and barely around at all since I've died and left you the boss of the shebang

I won't be comin' back this way at all probably except in a fleeting memory of the Phuqing.

Seriously more than you know, the origin is not what you believe, what you think you are

Imagine empty vacuums of atomless molecules without charm, no love lost to God's hair

Fur you will leave in the hands of the trapper and hunter who thrive to cover naked Dix

Too freezing for the naked apes to thrive on the tundra, they need the equatorial tropics.

Monkey saw and monkey did the thing, repeating ad infinitum for the minions to watch

Like a Hollywood movie that reruns over again right after the credits to the produce batch

Bums and junkies end up the stars of the show, Broadway malfunction on the main stage

Peers of the twitter apes who hide down in the holes in tweets, doorways to my FB page.

Eager to come & go as you please, seventeen leads to twenty one 'fore you're all done, seer

Effects dovetail & become the conglomeration of what you think you are & why you're here

For the last time, it's the primate time 'fore extinction of the species, what it is or god-damn

Knowing this, believing, saying this out loud, lord, omega feat, you know, name's Sam & I Am.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Created out of the Null & Void in a NYC minute, without YOU but FOR you while jammin' to @CurtisMayfield G-HIts link @ https://youtu.be/kGBfNC46qrY & @ACDC LIVE RIVERPLATE @ https://youtu.be/ZuureXcbddY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Fire #Ice #DEADright #GodGoodEGads

THE SKY WEEPS, CANDYBAR CRY LIKE A BABY RUTH

Babies born on this planet's dirty rocks that roll around the sun's heater forever

Turn from nothing to dust and back again, forever without the reason's because

Company of One and a plethora of supporting actors and actresses, him or her

All the just causes of these aftereffects, Big Bangs, Booms & the ending whisper.

Hobos, junkies and their mothers who bore them this tragedy of life & megadeath

It's not just your own ending demise that comes into the picture, it's all the breath

Of gods who think that just because we think, that de facto, we exist, alive in Sins

Mortal and original though they may be, the dead men left the Word in Bookends.

Collected your cards & rare coins, your GIFs & unspent vacuum of NFTs on gods

Of the men's puppets on strings and vermin in cages, this thing itself, it is all It is

Think a second after you lose your conscious awareness forever, you know bloods

Related to the First & Last, alpha & the omega, Nothing is It, holy neighborhoods!

The game begins before you know it's a game, you find out after the play's begun

Reactions to causes of the effects you see, hear, taste, smell & feel, all just for fun

No reason or rhyme to the scenes that confront me, good luck to you, broken toys

Later. . .sweet girls & boys

I lived without you for a century, then for a millennia or two and I landed here, now

On my two feet & lucky enough to make it past the mean streets in alleys of cows

My folks never kicked me out, oh wait, yes they did, I couldn't obey commanders

So, from orders to defend the nation in South Korea to this day, all dead muthers.

For the good, the bad & especially the ugly I cannot pray to the empty unknown

Put a ring on it, the one that gave me The Finger, just for the Hades' overblown

Blowback from the blowjobs that were blown in the final period, win or lose, son

Mighty strong getting through hard times with only a scratch on you, on the run.

Dispatch you to the floor and dream of your parents wiping your moody face off

Not a game, not a joke yet it's a smidgeon humorous that, joke's on a jack's off

Earth spins, wobbles, scat happens at random, intentional cause, to be too high

Not here with the full compliments for the Big Dog, that'll be the day when I die!

Idiots, morons, geniuses and the corpses they all leave behind, graves in gravity

Monkeys, think apes without face hair, covered private parts roamin' 'round a city

Lonely streets and avenues without people, the dogs, cats, cars, busses & trucks

All vanished like the twilight zone turned real in front of my very eyes, surreal flux.

Coming near one last gasp, you never know what happens when It's over, caput

Predicting mouth agape, eyes wide open as if staring at a monster's canine roots

Chewing and swallowing you still alive and full of the soul's spirit, turn a Holy See

Floss teeth, chew gum, freshen breath for social intercourse, Goddess puppetry.

Survive as a thing, part of a species and DNA genome that really doesn't matter

If anything really mattered, the dead who preceded us would have gotten better

But they all died, we buried or burned them all, left their ashes to a second wind

Or locked 'em all in a three lock box to avoid the animal carcass destruction in tin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XII, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted while alive listenin' to @TheGratefulDead #PlayinInTheMexicanSand 5-5-2018 link @ https://youtu.be/2oZ16SCBAr8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#VirtualBlindVirtuosity #WatermelonTimeInGeorgia #TimingIsEverything

SHAPES of NOTHING 2FOR FREE, DREAMS DOWN

Now at this time in this specific space in front of your highness forever after the dream's finale

Wondered about it while wandering from mountains, valleys, shore ends, beaches of sand tide

Sea hunt is over and the victory was just getting your first breath of air, zygote to kissed virgin'

Young inseminators bringin' on the stink of youthful exhuberance, to fight, to be a warrior sin.

Never dying but always terminating the threat in self-defense of the heart & soul inside of me

Gone to town lookin' for trouble but it found me first & snuck up in back of me, cold blue sea

I should have known better than to have faith & trust outside of my 6 foot square safe space

Nobody wants to hurt me, kill me or rob me for the things they don't have, a subhuman race.

Time moves without hands, without digital numbers or painted marks on a square-circle clock

Gods confused, imagined creation of divine chaos, it's exactly what we've got, it's on the block

You don't believe you're in danger, your education K-12 taught you to read, write &  conclude

Whether logic and reason are utilized efficiently to arrive at a deduction & inducton interlude.

Put some 208 bones through hell only to get burned or buried, above & below the beings' Ids

All the Many which used to be One and the same thing, a missing link to holy rockin' seascum

Makin' out, makin' love or war to the same old songs, ancestors left ruins for Rambo hominids

Warriors of the soft targets have a bitter end ahead, destiny is to become at One, ad infinitum.

Geometry of the imagination, drawing lines that were mere dots, triangular decagons say what

Seriously in jeopardy of dying before I'm 200, so old, need finish the dream, get out of the rut

Young girls over twenty years old, educated with hearts of stone, ready to rock and roll down

Big high mountain or at least a rolling hill or two between us, you don't know like I do, clown.

It takes two, both inside of you, just One will never do until the end of the universe's chitchat

Miracle that you even got here to the planet much less get to know why things evolved a Void

Inside the Singularity, no language left to explain no place without any forms of life, it's devoid

Raise your hands, you got none, kick off your two shoes, both gone, that's all, the inside scat!

Atoms to galactic spreads of gas and the permutations of divine gravity and perpetual woman

Even apes can build brick and mortar forms empty of living things until the invaders stream in

On fire or demolished by a wrecking ball, all of them will have to go, by hook or crook, zeroed

Eyes opened wide, crying 'cause hot heat cooled my 6 pack of beer, hot suds in a  motherlode.

Sick to death or healthy to death, either way you gotta go someday, sometime, it will be over

Don't shoot the baby messenger, just turn the volume on the rockin' blues for your brothers

Wishing won't change the outcome, it will make you feel like pretending is the cure to death

But there ain't any cure, stop your heartbeat, your brainwaves' life blood to hold your breath.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @411 PMPST #MonkeyPax #PeaceMonkeys

{ Drafted jammin' to @AllmanBrothersBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9b1VlW02L8s }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?