#FillHerUp #SubstractYourFaceFromYourHead #YouAreUnknown

ALL THE BEAUTIFUL & THE GOOD, NOTHING IS BAD, NOTHING IS UGLY

Do not enter anywhere that you ought to beware of a dog, the godhead warp king
Genetic predisposition to mutate by random recombination of DNA's sexual healing
Confidence men deceiving women to go along with Original Sin, take a byte good
FOO-fighter woke, cosmic light of faith in anything other than a Void of Homer goo.

Amazed by the monotony of the spinning Earth dirt, up and down from my eternity
Swimmin' above and below the water lines in the sand, free choice to get too busy
Easy money to earn and spend as if there's no limit up to one hundred years of sea
To sail from shore to shore in a pirate ship with submarine capability, land of Free.

Underground and in the middle of you and your doppleganger, there's an ice sheet
A barrier to restrict the guilty from infecting the innocent, it's the way I have to beat
Dreamin' in black and white or color, options for signals from old, holy robe trouble
Woke by fallin' out the bed, in a dream I fell down too, freefall back into my scribble.

Fiddlesticks are free in Fiddletown where men and boys are boys to men, every time
Everyone knows nothing to begin with and in time, it's more clear that it's Life Ends
Meaning there's only one way out once you've arrived on scene, look to be the ball
It's going to be right in front of your face & fingers of Braille, wrote on a cyberwall.

From perfection of Oneness to the other way of Multiplicity, imperfectly yours too
Evolution from one cell to the nucleus' mutation of the code, do no harm, no fools
Zippity doo da, zippity eh, my oh my, oh what a wonderful day, darker to be Blues
Without that feeling there's nothing but a conscious box of bones, unmoved mover.

Fished fbig game & they all got away as it's always been, I compromise romancing
Maybe the bad guy's felony was a case of mistaken identity, wrong places & times
Finally the T-shirts with the silkscreened cities & dates where the tour begins to sing
Peacefully, no deposit at the edge of Twilight Zone's entry, way gone & no return.

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R J J  STEPHAN, I    #WORD

c.  Mardi, June XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1222 PMPST

{ #SkyNigh Nothing, no  body, no place, just a game from the getgo & LISTENIN' to @MorganWallen #GoneGirl link @  https://youtu.be/FDrB1Q1NRn8  & @ChicagoTheBand link @ https://youtu.be/iUAYeN3Rp2E  & @ https://youtu.be/cBGyFrHF1eU }

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#GrimReaper #Grinch #GrimmerGrammar #GimmesomeSkinnerRanchUFOlogy

PSYCHOTIC SHREDDING, ALL TOO HUMANE GOLD 

Zip ties on your wrists to keep your will to THE power in check, pop wheelies 'til dusk

Dawn will break as it always does because the dusk cannot stop itself from being one

As if it's a problem not to be the Many, you should probably leave me alone, my son

We all know where this leads every time, it's in a groove that can't be fooled by musk.

Whisper in one ear and blowin' out the other, I do the right thing when it's all wrong

Skin so soft, it's what it means by what it reads, what it says, SSS, on the skin all along

For boys in the band and the girls backstage waitin' for a party after with a coolio cat

A riff off of a few frets with my pickin' and grinnin' as if I know the chords of E or F flat.

Climactic high and manic depressive low of the mind, for the brain, for the happy head

Stoned or not, could be just the normal seratonin charge from being amazed, not dead

For one false move, one wrong step, a turn in the wrong direction and it's over, caput

Children of ancestors are our own children's kin, a DNA evolved out of chimney soot.

I'll drink to that, let's have a toast with some Tennessee whiskey, I have the top shelf

It's BlackJack out of the shelters where I used to go before I got on the wagon, my self

But it's OK for you & the rest of the world to get fired up, white or brown gas of songs

Not your fault after the spirits remove you're free will to do right, to never do wrongs.

Everyone's a dead man walking because except for our mother's grace we forced entry

Into this world wanted or not, needed or not, trained to be good or bad even if ugly

Welcome to the veterans of the foreign wars your uncles and aunts sent you into low

So low below the down & knocked out that nobody knew what needed to get a blow.

In and out, starting over or just letting the finale be the ending, one last time, for me

Own the thing itself, you came, you went, you're all gone at some point, just not now

Maybe later, tomorrow, next week, a millionaire, more, that'd be 120M, I don't know

Soon, don't blink, y'all are alive due to the gamete entry into the ovum of Tennessee.

Luxury of Love and Gold, having it all and giving it all away to the ones without it all

No place like this Space and Time to get the karma even with the debt, payin' for kin

Way back when there was no way to get the bad guys, your great, great kin did a sin

Killed everybody they ever saw and took their belongings, just like the cops in a jail.

No sherrif or officer of the Law of Tao, Good & Evil that men do, it's all subconscious

This here bulk of word salad doesn't indicate what's the matter, it's empty flux dust

Below the atomic protons, neutrons and electrons over the one common halo I defile

Eyes wide open, ain't my fault that the Earth spins around the blocks, piles of smiles.

Out of the cemetery's granite shapes with names from A to Z, last, first, middle, rank

Oh son, daughter, father, mother, sister, brother, at the bye & bye, stink, stunk, stank

Away past the clouds where no human eyes are allowed to see, dream or not to be in

Some girls, rolling stones knew & sung the words, it's what I say too, I am now truckin'.

Law to murder, law to kill only if justified by self defense you can prove 'round a bend

Didn't intend for the life to terminate yet you may have been a First Cause of the end

Fault is the one who is closest to the moment of death than anyone else, it's the blame

For another one biting the dust, burial in stuffing or burnt to ash and rock bone fame.

Here's a vulgarity, a piece of linguistic jargon unacceptable in public, phonix is Phuqe

Immediate shock just for the thought going into your noggin, it resonates, oh phuque

Point is, forget about it, it's a sound and a thought, your mind is the cause, it's effect

All sound and light shows in a large cave without your mother, father or rocker sect.

Silent mess of the head bull's scat, what the whole herd are forced to whiff 'til dead

It's not the way of the warrior, it's the herd of the cow finding The Way home, graze

Eating cows & pigs makes the men & woman scale down the dream without me, so

Word is up, precursor of the word being made flesh, the way home has deleted blow.

I was off of the grid when the days were all falling into place, gettin' faster you know

As you approach the stones and rocks that need to be broken into fragmented dust

Gold or just the basalt from the planet's burning out function, planetary extinction

My business and yours, to know the facts of life you father didn't tell you, it's a bust.

Gold or platinum chrome plated reverse wheels, laid down a rubberized protraction

Babies of one day or nine months, one chance to enter this realm's fake satisfaction

Amigos knockin' on our front doors pushin' us into uncomfortable corners of loving

Down or hungup in this space, what's my name at that time, it Is All That I Am, I'm In.

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 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 8:40 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @JohnnyGuitarwatson #IWannaThankYou https://youtu.be/u0JO5l8LkAc }

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#StinkStankStunk #ItsAllOverNow #WhatDoYouKnow #UFOidentity #eyeThreeFooFighters #Bumps #Junks

FOR THE SAKE OF 'THE ORIGINAL ROLL' ON UPTO A HOT TIP

Mob ruling the kings and queens, princesses' fathers and mothers by sheer luck, born to run

From your home town to the foreign country, mankind is the food for thought, it's divine fun

Monks, apes, ghosts and this plethora of cause and effects of the Origin, First unmoved, Ma

Father not required for the nurture, only the germ is under control by a climax of the Papa.

Secret fish swimmin' in & out of Time & Space, in & out of the swarm's school of adult swim

Formula to conjure up the magic dust required to change direction from south to a north sea

From the place in Space you find yourself, look away from that to the unknown dark shadow

It follows you whereever you go, it's ahead or behind you depending on the trajectory, OMG.

Bulls & cows had a very good run, made the fight for freedom from being food for thoughts

Conscience and the psyche combined for the whole shebang, comin' down from a madman

Feeling nothing but the fright and disbelief  within the mind, seeing unbelievable fish in a pan

Fried like the brains awash in the LSD & MDA to scramble the Truth, data crash, a dumb man.

Nuclear warheads will cause the Earth to atrophy and return to the consummation of stardirt

Implosion after the explosion causes the empty Void's presence, nothing to see, hear or feel it

Present, past and future all constructs to explain the all too human divine entity of a dirt hell

What happened, recollect the Truth, say MUD out loud, gods' pride-proud, I Am Man & I Fell.

Bums and junkies are all that's left before the final chunk of reality, like scat, hits the fanatic

Contraction & expansion of the empty package, leaves nothing but a silent hiss, good & sick

Wisdom of the world left over on leaflets & in the minds of the progeny who forget about it

Perfection and dissolution of matter merge into the one cell, collapsing Singularity, Oh S#yt!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ It's a matter of an LSD form in time for the supper, lunch and breakfast to be recycled back in  realm of invisible nothingness, drafted while listenin' to #CoastToCoast @GeorgeNoory to be or not to be link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ }

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