#FOOLS & A #FlyOnTheWall

MIXED-UP FOOL'S SPOT EXTINGUISHED, A SPECIES EXTINCT, ALREADY GONE WITH OR WITHOUT A RADIO FREQUENCY'S WAVELENGTH

Bottoms up whether you approve or not, it's a way to survive

Either in or out of the game, with or without the rules I live

Players will win and lose in Time and Space, a reason I rhyme

Common denominator I terminate at will, a power of One line.

An angle when two lines meet from {.} to a one eighty degree

From silence of an atom to the split apart unity, a con duality

Appears as the form of the thing itself, a shape of it's Hole

Bottoms up or all the way into the holy cave, sucked my pole.

Men and women failed the exams, didn't pass muster for wins

Losers who always knew that they were, fish in flight for sins

Created in the image and likeness of the unknown, empty set

Straight out of a Void, deeper & as far out as a funky debt.

Bleeding streams, consciousness flows, Cause of atomic plasma

Observation, analyzed concepts & deduced conclusive Pa & Ma

Parental consent of the seeds & pods to replicate ad infinitum

Rocks hardened from the liquid plasma, far-Ott, stone dumb.

Home runs batted in from a box next to a plate, cork in pine

Makin' the inner wood like a rubber sling, shootin' a foul line

Monkeys could play but they can't follow rules, cheater apes

Directions to deal cards or roll dice, done-in, I drunk grapes.

Sudden impact when the end meets the original sin of my men

Crazy yet sharp dressed man as it was & always will be, amen

Cause first effected the rest of my air, shing-a-ling shebang

Emotional rescue for nobody, now, Nothing's a final sad song.

Not even if you are the most fit of the animals on the planet

You're no immortal angel with wings to fly out the upper set

Top shelf shot every bull's eye out of the target, for nobody

Not a god before or after my tour of duty, I bend over me.

Make the sign of a cross to let me know you know your reset

Sheer ignorance morphs to slices of rolled dice, wise axe fret

Died for the unborn and already dead and gone, but I'm atop

Error well played, way down as it's unknown, which way's up?

In a box, boxing into the ropes, in the four corners, all back

Bouncin' right back like a a rubberband man in a sugar shack

Broken down, shreds of sound, do-re-mi to low fa-so-la-tea

Miraculous extinction for fools in video or dream, a dead sea.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Jeudi, September XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this jam out while jammin' to #FlysOnTheWall & #FOOLS }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#D*E*A*D# #MASH & #XTINA

WE'LL NEVER ROCK & ROLL WITHOUT FIREMEN

Two fives 'll get you ten, it's ain't plumbing or garden gnomes smokin' clover
Drop hours like moments in an invisible can, FALL TO WINTER SPRING
Minds & naked bodies are out on the streets with or without me, start it over
Again it's still rockin' the roll & rollin' with the rock, it's Time to ALL sing.

Wasted as the masters must be to both see, hear, taste & swallow birds
Cows cut into pieces with the fish & rest of the other fowl, eaten words
You want to double your money, cash on the barrel heads down under
Never wasted Time, evermore with or without you, it will be done for.

Meat between buns, hot pies of fruit and nuts, the gods were all good
On my mind, not on yours and that's so God's in the dam of fine food
Being and Nothingness right before my very eyes, flashed me a jive ass
My daughters came to help the stupid sons, miracles can't always pass.

The muster was all said and done, cheers and jeers for faked multiplicity
Fond few and their emptied contents between their ears, a dead skull G
Gods fooled the fools, created in the image of the Gods, fools are all One
Monkeys started talkin' then they started walkin', here & now, y'all ARE!

What? Recollect whom? Remember when... I know, I know, Simon says
Presence to get the gist of the arguments for and against your existences
Dirty Earth, either filling Space up with theoretical jargon or payin' a Sin
Third stone we are, after you read a theory in a book, professor Chagrin.

For the last time, Fireman's last thrust into the Void impact, a gold dawn
Burning the fuel as it should, eternity isn't final, it's infinitely here & now
Just be quiet and all the worlds of words go away, far, far away, cash cow
No worries, survival of the fittest, forging a mortal quest & IT IS ALL gone.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, September 4th, 2022 A.D. @ 1111 hours
{ Leave It Behind, It wasn't really wasted like you supposed but you're proof that Eagles fly wasted, alone, in rhythm's rhyme's link to somewhere Y'ALL know @ https://youtu.be/hfD3YVJrlt8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HUMANE HUMANITY & #ThisMeansWAR

#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.?