#UndermineTruth #LiesAreLordOfRings #SkimmingTimeSpaceFunk

 

 

A GAGGLE OF GEESE IN REDWOODS & MOLLY'S HOLES-SOULS ON ICE

{dead cow #Pinkmeat of heaven is both in & out. . . } OF U.S. guts!

You're a sick human being, part of the masses extinction of the genome process, it's fine

Everything's gonna be fine, ON THAT I CAN GUARANTEE YOU, just kiddin', NO JOKE

Fear the ending and not the beginning of the end, it's linear & has an original slice of cuts

Sword or dagger of the divine touch from above & below a plantation of grass & tree nuts.

In an aquarium of black mollies, you swim in & eat it out, you refuse all matter inside of man

It's not a freedom to choose that's important, it's the value of fortune to become too human

Apes income from picking bannanas and building grass huts until the rocks became full stops

Pulled over the eyes of the sheep and the evolved humans who herded them into the chops.

Shrunken heads are all that's left of the fiasco of Matter's evolution in Time & Space, wordup

From a first utterance of Sound heard by beings who are all too humane, ending silence in sin

Will of a mind like Einstein or a mad monk in Alps' mountain caves, a silent End of Minutemen

Without knowing the wisdom on the Way to survive in a hostile places in Space, I'll phuqitup.

Therefore, since I think that i am here and now, right wing trolling the mentally ill & the ilk

Of moves on a board, you've pieces & rules on 64 squares, that's all you get, chocolate milk

Two cents for the white milke and three cents for the chocolate, it's a need for Latinex kids

Higher than grounds of coffee or being-as-such, smoke signals rise to end the gods' Covids.

Messages in the SOS mode show respect for the ignorant & moronic among throngs of apes

Hairless to see the color of the skin the monkeys grew from the Pleistocene Age of no grapes

Wine and fermented Hop plants to display solid reasoning, irrationality of some tiny dancers

Unseen from 93 million miles away, to the star we're invisible, got it?  Get it down, no fears!

Out the exit and into the Unknown you go, ready for the clear & present danger to the Ego

You created it from the suggestions of your elders, the folks of me & you, we're goin' to blow

Burgers fused atomic residue from burning gasballs some 93 million miles away, I'm in & out

Necessary conditional deduction is illogical trash, alive & gonna die, IDIOT-MORON doubt.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 7-18-2022 AD @ 0900 AMPST

{ Geeked out of the solar system this AM while jammin' to @ArmstrongAndGettyShow on @kste650AM & blastin' the ROCKS off your face listenin' to @KennyChesney https://youtu.be/luHhJalHanw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SimplicityComplex #ONE #Satch #SlowHand #DevadipSantana in a #TowerOfPower #Nickelback #HoochieKoochieMan #cake #HoneyBee

YOU NEVER CAN TELL, ALTER EGO PRETENDING

Short skirts, long sweaters, teenagers at sockhops playin' in keys of E with all the boys

They can always be one more than the last hundred years, there's freedom of choice

We have that will to survive in the middle of the wild and innocent on E street's walks

C streets is where the homeless go with their orange & blue tents on railroad tracks.

Balls in Baltimore and holy communion in the fire and ice of the solar system's burn

It's all goin' to Hades in a hand basket, like it or not, you ain't in charge, never was It

Thing itself moving everything without moving a boneless finger, I think, there I am

Moments and infinite lapses of Earth's revolution and orbit, It's all an inner sanctum.

Binging on the strings and brass, beatin' animal skins in the caves & out in the orchard

Where the angels feared to go, that's where all of the free men went for their souls' Id

Uncovered the energy and the lack of being an idiot to all of the morons watching me

Ego's involved when you allow it to be alive after seven years in orbit decor, espiritually.

Down lower than the center of the core of Earth, there's a glow, that's all I really know

No man or woman sees this until they leave the all too human world behind in my ash

Greeting the ends of Time as one's own, not the whole shebang, just me & y'all amigos

Amigas don't get it, needed rhyme for smack dreamin', blown bytes flown to M.A.S.H.

Medals I've got post-humously that I actually felt pinned upon my spirit's chest, it hurt

Why I had to get more pain for the pain I inflicted on others, that's a mystery to me man

You don't know like I know, thing about a reason for the look, "Am I gonna die today?"

God ditched the creation after being killed by it on a wooden cross, nailed up an 'INRI'.

What's that smell, a barbeque up the hill wafting the burned offering downtown smokes

Come up to where the action is, loving people in a mixed up, drunken jag, a phuque-up

Falling down in the grass, in the bushes, on the bleacher's floor, upchucking the spokes

Of the shrimp, scallops & oysters you were able to corner in a bowl, in a dish, in a cup.

Comprehend the following conclusion, shatter the perception product of the dividend

Sum of all the babies in the cribs, playpens, bedrooms & basements at Mom's deadend

Equals the total number of scum in a bag, an infinite number that has no end, infinite

As above, so below so I've been told, it's been said, if it's true, you're in paradise light.

Behind me, I can't see, got no eyes in back of the head, pranks ahead is twenty twenty

Perfect focus in on the main target, my place in space that's safe, no need for intensity

Space to be alone without anything assaulting you, your presence, your life, to kill you

For no reason, not for God nor man, just for eating you as the food on the bone, pfoo!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, July 17th, 2022 Year of The Lord @ 711 PMPST

{ A squeeze on the trigger yields a shot in the darkness & this masterpiece drafted while jammin' to #EC link @ https://youtu.be/8u_sZ6cJWTo @Eric_Clapton 7 June 2022 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#OnTheLoose #BloodyNoseBleedOut

EYE CANDY ON A DEAD END, ONE WAY STREET

Suffering without a notion of what it will be the moment after your breath ends It, to be free

Meaning the cause of my origin, my youth & wise guy arse, all trained by nobody but ol' me

Sums of the dividends that multiplied the products and became the fraction contraction one

Of the bugs and the vulchers fight with the buzzards who appear to be all too humane, son.

Bears and lions in the way of the peace jammed into the inner sanctum of tough guy blood

Nobody I came out of needed the Word of the elders to survive the struggle in the ol' hood

I know what you know & vice versa, holy scat elevated to the top of a food chain's fake apex

Bums, used to be high school and college drop-outs from Queens or Watts or Chitown lakes.

Marry me darlin' & you get all of what you didn't know was yours, my being's reputation mud

All of it, every scrap of played notes and drunk liquid bravery in a bottle, a pine or a holy fifth

Tippin' 'em back like they're goin' out of style, only to awaken me, inner sanctum of the block

In charge of the First Cause and all of the aftereffects that happen after all the doors are lock.

Survived the healing from the injury and absolved from the misadventures in the wet dream

In orgasmic punctuation of the Words you'll never hear from the mouth of the one, no team

NO BODY else to depend on once your ma & pa abandon you by choice or fate of bein' One

Back to the place before the conception of your mitotic cell division, you're always It, my son.

Now then, chords and melodies created out of the Void, moving the octaves into a symphony

Gods lost in the smoke of my clouds in & out of the joints that keep it all together, dirty honey

Drank the brew and mash, smoked the buds 'cause they were passed on-fire, inner son of dad

To be or not to be isn't the only question, when you're goin' to hell, drunk now, pass out mad.

In the names of all fathers, sons & their holy ghosts who leave them in the middle of nowhere

Pounded the little seeds into the ground of being, dirty Earth and filthy Water and good Air

Simple to be complex to every atom in the universe, back to you because I'm out of the hair

Moms, sisters, daughters, grand parents & children of the genome, all gone to hell, don't care.

Trouble came & left the residue of darkness pokin' out of the pinpoint of atomic fission, Sun

Star burning it up, for the end of the solar system is upon us, comin' to the smoke of a six gun

Automatic or not, the thing itself is coming and going at will, without a Word, without a peep

Girls had us because it was the only way to get here, The Way was narrow, The Fall was deep.

Healing leaves the scars to see and feel until the last breath you take on Earth, you feel me?

Even if there's the risk of annhilation inside the genome, a risk of bodily death's soulless sea

All gone to the blue, the red, deep purple people eating authors and musicians of word stank

Subjects, verbs in predicate form & Generals that hold attention of a cool Stith, major rank.

Naked apes runnin' amok with their dead ancestors in control from the graveyards' stones

Names conjured out of the atmosphere's vacuumed rugs and mopped decks of the carriers

Classes taken, skipped and cut, droppin' dimes all over campus at random, wasted on floors

Lost in clouds, smoked in paper, pipes & chambers mixing the high, the low & my old bones.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, July XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0700 hours PST

{ Drafted smokin', drinkin' and playin' @TerrapinCareStation @BrothersOsborne in a loop link

with pictures on the wall @ https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg }

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W.W.A.R.D.

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