#FishingExpeditionForMOOKS #CoupD'etat

THE ALLEY'S CLEAR, HOOKERS' BALLS ARE HOPPIN'

All things that get Mind off of living in the middle of Nothingness, that is a crime

Meaning nothing more nor less than the whole truth & nothing but the Truth, so

It matters that you understand exactly what I'm saying by the words I use to

Show the death is in me, the authorities are me before Space & Time on a dime.

Perfectly sound of mind, the body the bible says we don't need, only a holy flimflam

From another universal 1 or at least somewhere else than this solar system of Man

All too human, a seven year itch went away in fifty years from Tuesday, I'm the most

Less than I desire and more than I need, guys and girls with simple minds rule the roost.

Bums with or without a clean shave from the China White barber who raised prices

Slit the capillaries before they knew that life was nearly over, letting the blood leak

Mothers & fathers with sarcastic points of view versus the whole herd of the bleak

Bleating in the fond flocks and herds that move the Unmoved Mover into sacrafices.

It means nothing more than an ambiguous interpretaton of a fallacious phuq up

Sons of the sons of sailors & marines held the front for the airmen who flew high

Fire of the shock & awe lasts a minute and stays hot for millennia, don't wait up

You will know what we are talkin' about once we tell you what to do, obey or die.

Seven up & cherry cola loses the flatness down in the middle of my belly hole soul

Christ's sake 39 homes explode for no reason, nobody was home, luck of the Irish

It's the anti-matter of Time, ready to compress or implode into the singularity flow

On the epic horizon of the Event, the Origin of the Cosmic Egg, all species', egg, roe.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Auguist XIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1455 PMPST

{ Drafted in a tizzy, watchin' #LoonyTunes link @ https://youtu.be/3vLHelBuTRM }

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ANY WAY YOU SLICE THE TIARAMASU

kissin the mess, beatin the rest... comes & it goes, save it, it's WAYGONE

DOG LOOK, YOU LOOK, CRACK THAT WHIP, I'M YOUR MASTER, NOPE, READY TO ROCK!

It's never easy when it's hardly a moment after love ends & you laugh it off

Seems antithetical to the song but the sad song is a love song, hard or soft

Meant to be a little happy and a little sad, everybody knows the feeling way

Memories either come back or they're gonna come another day, another lay.

It's not for me to say, it's not even for me to know what happened, ship ahoy

No reincarnatino anywhere in my recollection, this is my first rodeo, ol' cowboy

Meeting in the middle or on either of the dead ends, the song remains the same

Attention paid in full, the reward is pending doom, all there is & ever was, lame.

That's all folks, that's all there is to it, I wish it wasn't the same but it is, i think

If I am what I've accepted I am, a man, a human, alive on Earth's fictional play

From the dawn of Act 1 to the dusk of the Finale, I took my freedom to the bank

In church or out in the philosophical desert where my ship wrecked smokin' dank.

OK though, it all comes out fine in the end, a dream within a dream of all our sum

Ships ahoy, we're goin' down slowly, it's gonna get there & begin again, ad infinitum

Motion of the ocean, stillborn kids, boys, girls hermaphrodites, fish in the sea of Me

All of it dried up, like Mars, Venus, Mercury and Saturn, balls of gas, the God's glee.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Drafted due to DELETION of the White Wine, here's the Red Wine poured while listenin' to @TheOjays #YouGotTheHooksInMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3Cau-MFQFo8 }

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#PeaceOfPiecesOfPies #RhubarbBlueberrySkies #WatermelonSugar & #Coltrane

YEAH YOU KNOW...

PAWNS, ROOKS, BISHOPS, QUEEN, KING & KNIGHTS, CHECKMATE IN AN EMPTY BLACK HOLE

Rhetorical conclusion is a deduction from the false premises of Words

Bad and ugly have anything that is good pinned down for the count, 1, 2

Monkeys really don't care what happens to them when they die, no fear

Of Death & the stench that emits from the corpses, bury 'em all year.

Underground or in an urn, some lost at sea or disappeared into thin air

Space and Time dealing the cards, rollin' the die, playin' by rule, share

In the end it's gonna be dark & probably quiet like a church's mass fling

Simply to comprehend the breathless gasp of finality, delightful swing.

Killer bees and fleas should be all you need to move the gods to despair

Makin' honey, stingin' and biting other life forms in any goddess' hair

Long flow or short butch crew cut, what's critical is the Johnson we got

Creator animal zoos or cracker's farm of talkin' stock, breed-love alot.

Killin' yourself inside before the corpse appears to rot on the outside of

The light or dark skin that the blind don't regard, it's good & the bad

Ugly matter-forms misshapen but only the strong ones can survive this

Cause and Effect motion of the Earth's revolving rotation, orbital bliss.

Alternative to your mother & father is a test-tube or dreamer's snooze

In a dream within another dream ad infinitum, eternal repitition in Blues

A reward for coming to a party only a mother and sister could throw me

Goin' far away from the place in Space that compromise it All for free.

Just being conceived in love or in rage is enough to punch the ticket in

Wasted or utilized for efficient adaption to the changing grace & sin

Idiots gettin' killed by their own big guy, a disturbed Space outside It

Being the whole planet, this It, smoke alive, fire & ice in air, aw shit!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 303 PMPST

{ Cast this demon #InVitro out of my psyche-womb later in the day than normal, a bit of solar/lunar interference yet not enough to stop this audio-tweek link to Today's #BarelyPhilosophicalTripe @John_Coltrane #MyFavoriteThings (1961) link @ https://youtu.be/UlFNy9iWrpE }

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