FIRST OF JULY #CHILDISHtrivia #GTFOOH #WhoYouTalkinTo?

THREE LOCK BOX

3HO BALL, VOID TIME-WARP CANCELLED, 3 LOCKBOX

You're the numerator of One common denominator or you wouldn't get to the end of the hell

Just the fire left over from the Big Bang within the core, hot in the frozen plane of Nothings' ID

Scaring the innocent and the bloody wild eyed and bushy tailed, tattooed you & me, ship sunk

Living in a lean-to, orange-blue to keep my belongings safe from wildass-dogs & hermit punks.

It's a categorical imperative that you come to grips with the nature of this reality, beside dying

As you lie dying when you're just walkin' around in a somnambolistic trance havin' a cool fling

Hammering your mind to keep it inside of your head, between your two ears, One inseminate

Callin' it your lord, your god, your daddy, the null or the void remains the matrix of soul fate.

Home advantage is an illusion, the man to beat is always the same man, it's the world's champ

Fools creating the rules and regulations for the innocent to shuffle around the game's borders

Inside with the in crowd, eating and refusing, breathing and gasping for Nothing left, lights out

Mind over Matter's Form, Shapes of living protoplasm, soft & hard rock to roll like a cub scout.

In a den, we played the game by the rules we learned were a necessary & sufficient condition

Of mice, men, women, girls, boys from zygote to corpse, spicy fragments of divine imagination

Not bad for a wild guess without a clue from the dead, all too human opinions of fools & idiots

Rulers of the packs, the whole shebang nothing but a fine way to control DNA's cyborg robots.

Ready to die?  Liiving just to get there & wishing it was another way, any other way, yet it is

The way it is is the way it is, I am in the middle of the fray, being silent is the narrow way kids

Origin of you and your kin all the way back to when there was nothing but bad guys all abuse

And everything else you thought you owned, immersed into a pool of Funk, tangled up Blues.

Forsaken no more my friends, my enemies, strangers both dead, alive & soon to be here, now

You have what it takes if you read these words, get ready, get set & go to the light's left elbow

Around the sand trap at the side of a dogleg, there's a green, soft & smooth with a glory hole

There's an invisible obstruction which requires momentum that can't be guessed, a golf show.

Putt, chip, drive & you get the rest in the other 35 times you tee off through a rough growth

Holes in grounds of 36 places everyone knows, Space's Time of surreal existence's swore oath

To remember nothing about anything before you were conceived of sperm & egg, no big ball

Of facts or fiction, a function of the calculus, it's all equal & comes out in the collapse of it all.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, July 1, 2022 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #God #ESSE love of the moment, #HolyS#itBalls #TodaysGonnaBeAwesom & listenin' to the @SammyHagar #3LockBox link @ https://youtu.be/lREScG0Pd2s  @Luke_Bryan #OneMargarita link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 & #GUFFAWING @CheechAndChong link @ https://youtu.be/Ggl72wOwoQE & then there's @Armstrong_Getty on @kste650AM 6-10 AMPST or podcast, #GitGit }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FoundTheLost #LostTheFound #InLikeFlint #ForChitzAndGiggles #GOW @GodsOfWar #GetRidOfFilibusterJoe

IT'S MY EMBRYONIC BIT, THE ONLY WAY, PATHWAY TO BABY

Grenades of bums aborting junky eggs, 'cause they lived in orange/blue tents

Near the railroads but not on the railroad property or they're all exterminated

Gods in stories full of words that appear to cast a spell upon the unvaccinated

Hot or cool chicks & dudes, America made slaves of ape's punks heaven sends.

Color of skin matters nothing at all to the dead underground, take my word up

To the top of the pack of idiots in charge of the rest of the morons, my bretheran

In church, in temple, in mosque or just a pagan athiest without a blind faith's sin

Of being all too human, free chooser of behavior, responsible for moves, action.

In the end, mystery is a necessary & sufficient condition for a pandemic cool fool

Nobody just like me to animate my soul, mind, consciousness, it's over, that's it

Don't shoot or stab the messenger, this is a self awareness ticket to the end, Chyt

No encore though, just a dropped mic boom on a loud speaker, you're in school.

Graduation at one last gasp of gas, above or below the atmosphere of outerspace

Evolution theory, creation blind faith in Presence of Divinity in DNA, acid's face

Species' necessary condition of a flow, divine elimination of disease, kiss a date

Nothing but a Void to avoid, don't choke or breathe 'til you're clear of lucky fate.

Give me the water, my thirst is stronger than hunger, you and I can't make deals

I am going to find a body floating next to mine when we've been drowned meals

For the fish, no joy for sharks of the sea, CO2 no O2, only plants will survive soot

Mother Earth, Dad of a Bureau of Rules, Commands & punishment, word afoot.

Yin & Yang, that's all folks, The Ends, click, caput!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June 30, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted  jammin' to @BrooksAndDunn link @ https://youtu.be/nw1wEccyusg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LookinforMyLove #SPIRIT

NOTHING TO LOSE YOUR HEAD OVER & OUT

Not following or swallowing gourmet filet humane, too human beets

Bloody stoned from the morning dew to the sundown tangerine seeds

I cannot go along with the program since I ain't a cyborg you are, son

Nothing personal but you're advanced not a pariah of way gone done.

In the name of a father's origin germ-code, rando recombo DNA jizz

Of the men, the mice, the roaches and rats, all a miracle of showbiz

On the stage, acting for cameras that roll & rocky 'round, dirty balls

Punks & fired up junkies lookin' to fix their brain in plethora's halls.

Hunker down in a bunker, it's going to be ending before long, SOS

I'm not just sayin' it's the generator of the things, sea of corny blows

Against your body, mind and every other atom of matter, it's a mess

Fortune of one's ignorance & intelligence, a lucky gasp, God bless!

So, inferences into the deductions & on to the propositional, so logical

It's Matter of Time's Space, nouns, verbatim object being predicated so

Magical that One joy is taken for granted, a deletion button works

Tapping it all over again, deep questions without answers for dorks.

Now and then, here and now, you think you got your act together, NO

Radical, liberal, criminally innocent's sins, mothers' nailed ipso

Facto in a dream, before and after it's all over too, Matter-Time ID

Ripped out of an owl's inner soul, it's wisdom for O-birds, so we see!

No sparrow, oriole, robin or cardinal around to fly above a treetop

In love on a two way street, one way avenue and boulevard. can't stop

Moved Matter post conception, meter by yard, slag of a footloose hag

Live mirror of what can't be seen, reflect the empty, visible-air jagbag.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Signify this monster credit to the writing on the wall & listenin' to @Supertramp #TheLogicalSong link @ https://youtu.be/low6Coqrw9Y & #LIES by @TheKnickerbockers link @ https://youtu.be/BH9YRpz757Y }

 A VAIN HOPE IN A RECTANGULAR JAGBAG