BOLDLY STONEWALLING, WTF, OVER . . . OnTheJustification of "#PartisonSkulduggery" #HomerRidesThebomba #BloodOnTheHighway #BLOODonTHEfreewayToo

A HUMMER IS A BUMMER, CAN'T GET CATASTROPHIC INSURANCE AT ALL

Short period, clicks & ticks on an imaginary circular jerk of retrorocks' yin yang

Prior to the genesis & dissolution of matter that exists in One shape the Kid sang

Heard this the moment you were born & the day you die, forget about it, bull scat

If you're an idiot or a moron, you didn't go through basic training of military chit.

Whippin' up a mob from jerks raised by instructions of preachers like Karl Marx

Followed souls onto their uneven-handed process of being alive on beach parks

Problems occur once you allow Words to be comprehended by innocent minds 

Going to annhilate divinity's dream, whether you're kin like it or not, boom signs.

Amazing Mets beat Cubs, Chicago year that'll live in infamy, jumped upper deck

Happy for old Homer, God's fan jumped up & lost it on a foot long hot-dog's trek

Jumped up in 1999, still I don't have a red Corvette but this is what it sounds like

Private parties' concert cash cows, T-shirts & Hoodies for the bands' tour psyche.

Peaceful war game we need to watch today, right now, don't delay, give it pause

Persuade us all that the unreasonable & illogical is in fact Truth, hands are paws

You know what I'm sayin' & don't lie about it if you're surprised, NOW y'all know

God particle released upon your sons extinct 208 bones, it ain't my fault, so blow.

Unseal the affidavit you liar, twisted truth ain't the Truth but your lyin' re: divinity

Doctors & the Marshalls of Sherwood Forest or Waco, Texish Raid of Mar-a-Lago

Found hard drives with software from the SWAMP ala DC, DOJ hacked I can see

Only Homer Simpson could grasp this irony, maybe Nixon might either way, flee!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, August XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini at 0700 AMPST

{ Drafted while playin' #AllBoutTheBass @MeganTrainor https://youtu.be/7PCkvCPvDXk }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?