#AreYouBullScattin'? #ComeOnMan #JerseyGirlsROCK (MY ITALIAN WIFE 'C')

PUNKS, DERELICTS & OUR BROTHERS' DAUGHTERS

I don't like being the only one knowing about something critical, therefore, it is

Without further ado that I introduce myself & my ilk, so I can validate the peace

It's here and now, before and after the wars we wage with our cousins' crossbone

You and I know one thing for certain, it's a principle of Substance, a Form of One.

It's as above from a thought to below as an action, gods go up & come down in twos

In the air, like telephone or cellphone or radio waves we receive & clear off the blues

Common ground I cannot retrieve from the empty void full of happiness & my tears

All gone, already better now that I've forgotten the pleasure & pain of 6 pack of beers.

Bums are really the humanity that lost it's way of reproducing the species' prostitutes

Pretending to replicate the species for the cash in greenbacks or fool's gold trinket trash

Any port in the storm means that you go where it's safe and warm when it's a sunami

Aftereffects come when it's all over, you get the bends, the runs & then you'll all see.

Lucky to have been here for the moments allowed, above & below the life I have lived

There's nothing more nor less than all else with or without a wink & a nod,  I am loved

Subatomic or macrocosmic dots of data allow the compilation's constellation H2O bed

Stop breathing yourself, you're dead, it's over, you're a mind & brain, then you DEAD!

Invent the wheel & invent how to steal the wheels & you get to this civilized culture

In front of your eyes, you learn the ropes from the young who knew nothing's pure

Like ten commandments or a golden rule to force the animal to be carnivore's best

Or just any humanity would do if it wasn't negative but it's survival of me, a fit test!

After a while with the crockodiles you find yourself deep in the swamp of ill will

Nobody but the orphans that surround you with their cultural ethnographic pill

Takin' it like a man, like a punch in the face or bein' a woman's hell, a labor race

Pain & suffering to change from one to two in nine months more or much less.

On the game, there never were any rules, just laws of thermodynamic mud

Rocks the cold & grown old into a hodgepodge of something bleeding blood

Meaning the sounds of silence & the words of language expressing little feat

In the finale, there's no encore, it's over when it's over, finis, it is complete!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini at 555 AMPST

{ Drafted in Silence, click, click of the keyboard, internet & youtube DOWN... UP }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HighlyUsual #KinkInTheCrypt #WackyTobacky #KosmikTriangleDebris

'WE' BE PRONOUNS MY AARDVARK, FOUR KNEES TAKEN GETTIN' HEAD

Words are up & down, all around the rosy ring of fired bums

Junkies too don't forget they can't buy, they steal 151 rums

For their empty bellies that the garbage in the minimall allows

Walkin' around from cemetery to your mother's highs & lows.

You won't know about anything at all the day after you expire

Last breath is your last relation with star power, red hot fire

At one with the many, the entire volume of the vacuum I am

Accident of a collision of random atoms in a matrix of Ispam.

Ignoramous of you & your mothers, you're killin' me, I'm lyin'

Truth is a matter of recalling the events past accurate upfin

#FinsUp means something more than you think, than you know

Here and now, be debriefed to allow the top secret leak cow.

Wally died, Beaver grieves, ma & pa got there ahead of Time

Where that is, if I told you, I'd have to annhilate this rhyme

Because you'd think you're so pretty & smart in virtual rooms

Yeah, you know like I know, underpass from wombs to tombs.

There in one place in Space & then in that future Time, I am

Unmoved mover that stopped the momentum of linear forces

Ahead of its time, it'll be forgotten before anyone knows it

Written or spoken, Aha, it's the burn of the gas, that is It!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XXVIth, MMXXII A.D. @ 1030 AMPST

{ Jacked this One out the mass of the conglomerate, atomic debris & listenin' to @TheFreakBrothers #RyansReeferFactory you'll immerse within @ https://youtu.be/9FSLv3V2RzI & @PeteDavidson #FreakBrothers @ https://youtu.be/hc30_Rwxffk }

 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

KOSMIK TRIANGLE DEBRIS

#SonnyWasntJokin' #WackyTobacki

COOL TO RULE MY WORLD, KISS  WORD ON THE BOX

In a New York Minute, a thrilling feeling came on stage

It ain't my fault at all that my conception occurred in rage

Father and mother were made at one another, I'm the End

Of the argument to have or not have the holy sex to mend.

Hell and heaven were moved to get to the meeting of Force

I needed both to arrive and use the trivial pursuits to pass

In and out of Time & Space that you're in and out of Mass

Energy is a prescription to die and leave a pretty old corpse.

On or off, in or out, above or below, one & the same, we're in

Never in a million years or even ten minutes can you guess it

Truth, Justice, the American Way of super men & women ilk

Just 'cause they believed they're so pretty, drank the milk.

Far from the beginning of moving from being at eternal moral Sin

Corruption is the orgasm of a wet dream you get #Woke in

It's a sticky situation from the first time to the last Jack

Not our fault that it's all the cream of the dream, a Fact.

Here & so far so good, it will remain here, my life & my wife

Per chance do you know the inside of your skull very well, life

If it ain't workin' at peak performance, you're goin' extinct

It's inside of our DNA code, not our will to survive unkinked.

Talking heads singing the lyrics to the way of the symbols

In or out of your mind & into your wives' pants, horde holes

Out of those dresses and into those hot pants & slim jeans

All the money-makers gettin' bum-rushed a Wild West scene.

Cowboys y'all killin' me in dusty streets check with a rook

Up from the livery stable down by a mating hotel & saloon

Where all the ladies who got born & raised Eastern hook

Simple or complex as the words always are in deduction ice.

Following the premises clearing the way for the induction L

Loser as y'all gotta be, it's a genetic anomoly, can't stand T

Smokes from ashtrays and our fathers' mouths, swear to G

As it happens as always, it ain't my fault, never was me, C?

Recollect the reason for your being here and now, middle way

Can't turn back 'cause the rear's disappeared all in One day

Outlaws are good guys and the bad guys are our Ma & Pa

Who know life would bring a Wild, Wild West in a Lady GaGa.

Busted bum-rush got no tryst in mind & no money to blow

In a bunch or on credit for the plastic smell of the Master

Perfection can be the One & the Only way to be, so I am

Hard to get next to, I am as hot as a pistol, six-gun slam.

Amend this on your seconded emotion, pinned the medal hard

On the chest, over the heart where you sent yourself, bard

Writing the rhyme and the prose as if it means more or less

Even steven, blown, sucked, smashed, contracted, so confess.

Monkeys gave you the monkey  meat to eat, to move it on

Through the system, can't handle the heat, get off the sun

Hearts are all in or all out, gonna draw or die holstered, son

You know you're mad at me, want to bleed on my .44 gun.

Went out runnin' & ended up walkin' on the center, my son

In between the songs and dreams of the moms' pop's bone

Who ain't here any longer, just like we'll all be someday soon

In a bag, a box, an urn of silver, ASH in the ocean, stream Stone.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, July XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Kicked the jam out while listenin' to @ZZTop #TubeSteakBoogie link @ https://youtu.be/eCUCSqcSnac & @PRINCE live #kiss @PaisleyPark link @ https://youtu.be/CkrT9u7ms1c }

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