#WWW #WildWildWest #OnceUponATIME#FirstLadyOfSoul #ChrisRockEmSockEm #Nickelback #ThisIsHowYouRemindMeOfWhatIReallyAM

MOLLY SPLIT IN TWO INFINITIES, YIN & YANG

Formed words without any shape as if they're chimeras of a daymare's songs

Rhythm & rhyme to soothe the savage beasts, here, now before the wrongs

A song will not remain the same, it will mutate & appear stranger than Truth

Not a fabrication but an enhancement of the comprehension, as I forsoothe.

Swam, sprinted & evaporated every molecule I called my own, I dissolved It

Spiritual soul, monkey-brain cause & effect of this sytem of being Up & Down

Spinning, revolving, wobbling, never spilling an ounce of H2O, it is what I am

Liquid power of the Free Will to choose, something or nothing, It is a scam.

Open books and open ends in the library for the fun to begin & end in squirts

Little or big ones, either way, they all come & they'll all go before they know

What hit them right between the eyes?  Where'd that dagger in the heart go?

Dead & gone or still here & living proof that Space & Time's superman hurts.

Pain due to direct blows to the bones or mean tweets and bad words to beat

Innocence into the saavy skulls that return the pain & suffering back to gods

They let it out of the seventh heaven & it needs to return to that bull sheet

Mothers & fathers won't get It but their offspring will, all 'bout the hot rods.

Faster than a speeding bullet but no superman, just a guy in space with cash

Spent on food, shelter & entertainment for the One who came to see it all go

On the day of the last night, fair to be 24 hours of misery, knowing the blow

Matters won't change the facts, what it is & always will be is, dreamin' stash.

Asleep but never #Woke as the pretenders who fake cause & effect so blue

Or not to be the question or the answer, a time to split up & spread out too

To swim or not to swim, to be a fish or a bear or a woman, I swear you see

Clearly for days ahead, keep the breathing up, don't stop, indeed, be Free!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August XVI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Pulled out of the empty sky while listenin' to #WildWildWest by @WillSmith @Bruce_Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/_zXKtfKnfT8 }

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#SweetJosephine #HappyBirthday Auntie Josie Stopka RIP NOW, born circa 8-15-1930

PHENOMENOLOGICAL EXTINCTION IS IMMANENT

Who is in charge of this acting committee that facilitates broken souls of the blown

Mercy to all who don't deserve it but no mercy when it's time to lay all money down

Can't afford to lose when there's ONE way to win, the impossible is a rock, It's woke

Over the hills and through the deep woods there's the utopian climax of the poke.

Girls grown into the women who take it all whether they like it or not, become nuns

Can't handle the all too human way of the wildmen they were descended from, Huns

Hordes of Hard criminality inherited from simple punks, still born to virgins' kerfuffles

Sons of dogs who wage war to live and die for the kings and queens, Harlem shuffles..

Winning the games without competition from inferior divine creations, breakin' stride

With a double-time or about-face of the present movement to and fro, it's a free ride

Nothing lasts forever and something strange is going on according to a conscious high

Cause and effect keeps it moving in Space & Time, nobody lives forever, we all do die.

Counting crows & the jumping beans that get refried and pied, it's a burst of the Sun

Grew out of the seed and sprouted to the flowers and fruit of the vines, IT IS THE ONE

Universal thing itself & forms it creates out of Nothing are the cosmic egg, the dozens

Meaning of the phrases & dissertations transform with Time, subjective original sins.

Two dimensional, larger than a dot or a period punctuation, speak my language now

Predication of the objects and their Time/Space modifications, finishing God's blow

Love in the middle of nowhere is like when it's somewhere else, seeds of mama Ho

Mind over matter and the energy from a Big Bang turns out to be a look out below.

SoCal to Maine, man it's far to go but what a wonderful place, 'merica kills the stupid

Dams to hold the water in a pool to be used at will, power to Be is a reward for a fool

Not your fault, it's a beer bong conception and birth for you to enter this matrix, Kid

Lost my marbles, cookin' cosmic stew, I'm starvin', acid DNA & RNA, thanks, I'm cool.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 3:00:01 PMPST

{ Drafted while blasting  this fine Italian Grandma #CreatingStuffedBellPeppers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fcxmhc2W7xY & listenin' to #GreatestHits of @Nickelback link @ https://youtu.be/2gFdXvCV2XI }

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#ZAPPA #TheFourTops #TheSpinners #TheTemptations on #TheBABE #TheRollingStones #BattleCREED #SixFeetFromEdges #DynamoHummers

BEATIN' 'ROUND THE BABE'S BUSH, WALKIN' INTO A ROLLIN' STONE'S BAR *

The rain will fall & flow down the mountain when StarTime's volcanic dew comes down hard

Top of the mountains & the heads without hats, caps or bubushkas over divine honor guard

It all comes downhill just like the scat produced in the transubstantiation of Matter's vacuum

Spelling the WORD is as important as the misunderstood meaning of the PHRASE, a verbatum.

Rocked the rollers and I rolled the rockers, they have their needs & wants too, it's production

Of the mice, rats, all animation in front of the face of the living cats who read & write of Suns

Stars above, below & all around us all, ask any returning astronaut if you find one out the blue

To know before you die, before you're too ill to comprehend the notion, can't get next to you.

I broke my hip dancin' last night, ouch it hurt so bad I needed to get help pretending to fake it

East as pie when you look and act just like a sad sack of potatoes without a salad, playin' chit

Acts on the stage until the curtain ends the noise, comedy or tragedy, never grows older, see

All there is, right here & now, but anyways, swallowing spam, pretendin' immortality is liberty.

Sunshines even when the weather outside or inside of the cave is freezing-cold stiff, snow-ice

Birds in the trees no more, only some animals not buried or hibernating in the holy One wind

Of the sun, our closest star in the myriad of the plethora, wealth is immortal but never twice

Poor is mortality always being aware that any moment is the last, you live stronger, feel nice.

With or without the sexual feeling makin' you feel so fine, babies and adolescents never know

Mothers & fathers being as unconscious as the drops of rain on a fallen leaf's God job to blow

Pop goes the weasel but only after the same old song gets the crank forward, Goddess mother

Remain here for now, in love with the girls who came before me & only my brothers & Father.

Truth of the propositional logic's deductions and inductive reasoning's program to be a Man

Too human, it's MAN the genius not the men who inhabit #FakeNews of original sins, Human

Uncles, aunts, sisters, brothers & cousins all inhabit a realm of the Ones unknown, DNA pool

Acid from a Big Bang's infinity bringin' magic to your eyes, my words sayin' IT all to you, fool.

Splitting the hairs apart in thin air, knife as sharp as a razor blade's blue steel, dreamin' ONE

Infinity has no subjective or objective for an infinitesmal, as you can't see the invisible, son

It ain't your fault, it's the nature of A program, when two became the one your God greets

Enjoy the singing songs, the skatin' on thin ice & all until you get knocked off you little feets.

Think I do look & see, hear and recollect, smell the aromas, taste the acid of Star's scourge

Love comes from it & only the dissolution has more power than the Charity of the Merge

Alone at first then together again ad infinitum, days and nights come over me & you, lover

Full or half-full is good enough, empty can't be happenin' ever, that's caput, then it's OVER.

Cooked, baked, fried, toasted, blanched & then, it's unrecognizable Life to chew into my scat

Using all compressed LIFE to replenish the used reserves you've shed in deep, young mothers

Children taught the errors to perform, they perfect the dream in a dream, like my old fathers

Morons & idiots filled Mama's Baby Ruth with Butterfingers, melted candy, wrong, I AM that.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of Cielo while jammin' to @TheTemptations #BEST on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TM_0Q6aYqZw Come on baby, understand me sugar... I love you!  RS&CV }

* Concert @Temptations & @TheFourTops LIVE LAST NIGHT inspired this Blue Soul Jazz!

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THER'RE ZERO GODS & DOGS