#HotDogs & #Buns #BBQweekendMemorial #HonorTheFallen #CoverYourSixes

BRINGING HOME BACON, DREW AN INFINITE LINE 'TWEEN US

We all gotta go, am I right or wrong?  If you're old enough to bleed, you'll know where it sits

What I say I've been told by more than one person in dialogue or conservation of a crime scene

Being the only ones left in the middle of nowhere is a big deal, come se, come sa, no big deal

Punks and junkies letting all of the orphaned children into the niteclub of n'er-do-well misfits.

Marking the spots on the page of rice paper in a volume marked #TopSecret chit over here

Looked for the reason for idiots and morons ruling our world & couldn't find hide nor hair

Sudden impact of nothing itself, right before my very eyes, staring death's laugh in the face

Green and pink just shades of the blazing hydrogen blasts from 93 million miles in the race.

Completed the equations and got the answers on the cheat cheat, no rock or stone to unturn

Every formula to use as the way to figure out all answers to the proverbial question, Gods Hit

It's exactly the first thing out of my pie hole when I observe the nature of humanity's dimwit

I am a one of them, I look in the mirror and hear the back room secrets about the bully's chit.

Barrier to the holy of holies deep within where even brave men fear to go, no fighting power

Sparring is fine but stopping short of the fight is wise, smart if you want to avoid death pains

Even if the suffering doesn't last long, the recollection of the origin's intent behind this fight

Dirty Mr. Clean, full of clear matter and form you may never know intimately, yet you might.

Will inside of your being, wants to wield the power of nature to do anything at any time at all

Power to cause effects which follow the logic and reason of heat & cold, hard & soft at live ball

It blows, it rolls and shatters up against the wall upon the sudden impact behind the pan gods

Whistlin' through the piccolo pipe, bamboo flute, holes of the scales FACE & EGBDF, hot rods.

Music and it's total annhilation both treble & bass, no more melodies and rhythms of the stars

Explode in your mind and figure out the answer to the hypothetical question, stay out of bars

Taverns with spirits and the fine wine to get you all to the top of the heap, driving intoxicated

Drunk as a skunk which never get drunk at all, memory exit, forget you were Self annhilated.

Complete you education and then die with a whimper, nobody cared you were here, oh yeah

Fine lines and fine wines all move along the line from curve to curve, even ol' dead man's ones

We know, you all know, I know there's a gift, conception & your spark of divinity, only chance

To be or not to be and justify your existence during a solar devolution into the climax of suns.

Big gravitational collapse you will never know about, you've nothing to do with co-creation

Created is where it all ends, afterlife is a condition of fear and loathing for the unknown Sin

Mortal, venial, original one way or the other, the power that Is One, claims back on the tab

Portal between worlds, hid in the mind, not inside of the human body, just call a taxi or cab.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, September 2nd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1400 hours

{ Drafted while listenin' to the @Eagles #WastedTime LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/2qrmfed2VTg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FoyerLobbyBackDoorTrash

STRAIGHT UP CRISS-CROSS COATE OF ARMS, FULL STOP

For no love of the gods or any other divine author of this mess, a lot of bore

The universe in particular is split in two, yin or yang to be One & Many more

Inside of everyone's head, in every language on the planet, you're gonna die

Yes or no answers not required to rumble & tumble around the Love of Nye.

What are you gonna do about it?  Answer?  Nothing.  Zero you can do to It

Roaming around in a circular jerk-off with only one person there, it's no chit

You & I see through the curtains that have been drawn since your birthday

Your mother died, your father lied, all the brothers & sisters live for today.

Tomorrow may not be yours to have, to see or be in pain & suffering as I am

Withholding the Truth & Lies about the facts, as you're a ram behind a dam

Your mother was a moron, father was an idiot, all your kin inbreds, all insane

In charge of the power and the gold, holy freedom to be out the idiot prison.

Behind bars pretending to be a tender of spirits, now & then the holy smoke

Story of a long evening tickin' the clock of your life's Time in & out. no joke

Secrets revealed as the beans spilled out the can where the campfire's been

Remember when you died?  Yes, you did, don't forget, never forget, I'm Sin.

Built like a brick scathouse, all for a sub-species reproduction, hot to survive

Nothing else matters in the scheme of the Things, Persons or Places to hide

Seriously folks, I'm manufacturing the air to breathe in and out of your face

Without me, you can't animate your genome, immortal ideal, leather and lace.

See the blind humanity sleep walk in the somnambolistic fiasco?  You will man

Systems of cause and effect of the wet & dry, hot & cold, a mental flimflam

Know what I know, dream what I dream, be the creation's epitome of beauty

Alternative is to love the wasted atoms of morons and idiots who came to be.

Ready for a Hawaiian punch, so sweet juice of the islands, fruit of One loom

Cause was first prior to the effect, logic and reason, no effect I'll ever see

Time dimensions stretch the empty Space to infinite proportions, TNT boom

Food's dead, eat it to keep living, busted dead food, we'll die if y'all eat me!

Battle of the War is on, swingin' the sword decapitating the knights & slaves

Last one standing, I'm still One, got my own back covered, dirty-byte caves

Cyber jerkin' in a circle with your mama's combat boots laced up to the tops

Why vote, it doesn't matter?  Count the votes accurately, Integrity?  Stop!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, September 2nd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 AMPST

{ Kicked my eyelids wide open to mend this twilight zone rip, while jammin' to @JoePaggs on iHeart link @ https://kste.iheart.com/featured/the-joe-pags-show/ & rockin' to @JimiHendrix SHREDDING AXE in Sacramento @CalExpo 4-26-1970 link @ https://youtu.be/PY8BB4NQmlE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YankThatBOOK #WAR @WARtheBand #YankThatBOOK @NeildeGrasseTyson #RED OL'

 

 

ZIPPITY DO-DAH, DINOSAURS, ROCK & ROLL, UNTWEETIN' YO' MAMA *

Evolution of sarcasm has become stagnant in the inability to get the joke, my sons

#RBF* of a modern world is coming in loud & clear, I exclaim no more, can't sing

I don't care about your points, your periods, your question marks & semi colons

Fear itself doesn't bother me because I've seen the black light, in a white flashing.

Punks evolved to the conservative three piece suits, Chicago to L.A. & it's history

Sounds and sights cool the jets until the jig is up, sooner or later, pain's in synch

Before or after the pokes, stabs, aches & rheumatic lovers of the real GO Brandon

It's got some dying to do, this good life you see as your reward for being the one.

As if you want more than you're going to get & have anything to do with it at all

High only in your tiny byte of the universal mindset, as low as a viral RNA ball

Rollin' all of us into the Void, event horizon is comin' up, you are in Time's warp

Between Past & the Future imaginary places, nowhere to be blown, a juice harp.

A bit of fever from extinct bacteria entering the genome, to die for, I am wraith

Nothing but health and wealth ahead before the final gasp for gas, blinded faith

I believe, I believe . . . ad infinitum pictured in your mind, even if in a high head

Low riding under the broom stick, coming in last place when the crowd's dead.

Pending doom coming and going right before your lyin' eyes, you're in disbelief

It matters as much as you let it, you can just forget about your memory, it's over

Take a pill for relief, to navigate the middle path's way between the pain & relief

Know & hope, have faith that the love won't fail YOU, ME or God's cosmic lover.

#WOKE have actually become awakened in their own way, recognizing The Ends

War and the Peace between come 'fore you were born & will come aft' last breath

Mystery is why an accident of colliding matter causes a vain hope of immortality

Solution is, s mortal fear of extinction, babies of social communes, all God sends.

Fear to die so you can survive the anomolies comin' at you like random collisions

Of some who want to take what you got, material and every breath you steal too

Why is a good question.  Who knows?  Nobody.  Good & Evil are Live, mortal Foo

Alive like Ali & Steve, Teri & Mary, Irish-Italian girls of Chicago in #60's memes.

While in a singular search for the miraculous, I asked an old man, he told me It

Night will come over you when music and love won't matter, logic & reason chit

Still being aware of the Truth as you come home to replenish supplies to survive

Inherited nothing but the luck of the tribe's generosity, the chief is One not five.

Mighty mice and infertile humans cause the fittest to survive, a no man's land

Holding tight as the fist will allow, everyone wants to force all mothers to agree

In a hole, down in a tunnel, among the underground snakes & rats under sand

Countdown, 3, 2, 1 . . . mud's a dud, #RBF annhilated, drowned in the Dead Sea.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, September 1st, '22 @911 AMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to #GhostOfTsushima ( youTube in 4K ULTRA HD) link @ https://youtu.be/TKgo5_3NzgQ

* #RBF  Resting B#tch Face