#YoungThug #TickTock #HickoryDickeryDock #MerryXMas #Philadelpha vs. #NewYork @MontyPython #TaiChiMaster

ARK AS ONE THING, THE END NEVER COMES, THERE IS A PLETHORA INSIDE A VOID

Comin’ out of nowhere at all, between the dirt & air of Space, comes another god as if there was one

Bums & junkies used to go to your public and private schools somewhere on one of seven continents
Pork and bean, pig and underground seeds of your mother Earth, diamonds and dust for the heathens
Who live where they shat during every era of civilization, leftover the pottery fragments’ word ends.

Written inside of dark caves, on the walls when the campfire burned the oxygen, killed by CO2’s igloo
Frozen to death or perished at the original birth of the 208 bones formed into a tight package of glue
Made of DNA acid in millions of bytes, as if we were computers evolved out of a Grinch’s psycho Id
Boys and their idiot girlfriends, or women and their moron boyfriends, have evolved into the Ends bid.

How you doin’ in the darkness at the center of the miserable alleys full of the garbage refused by rats
I’m exaggerating more than a normal disseminator of pitch-black darkness’ emptynested aristocrats
Hooker wants you to sleep until you wake up with an empty wallet, plastic & paper emptied the dive
I was drunk on tequila, and it wasn’t my fault, a girl slipped me a #Mickee & I let evil turn me live.

Wonderbread for the covenant, arc roamed a very windy city back in olden days of playin’ it all loose
Never to work until the paper route engulfed a two-wheel Schwinn in a bag with a cosign, #AlienHash
Hit by a car in an alley, woah comin’ before & after all too human chafe of organic RNA/DNA trash
The id part of the idiot leaves only part of an iota, mind is an iota of floating fuzz sinking in booze.

Poor nor rich, neither alive nor dead, it’s a harbinger above the head, below the dead, air is a constant
Without the breath, without the breathing, it’s curtains, closin’ on the finale of the stage’s play of ants
Meaning that nothing sees anything alive when you’re 8 miles high above god’s glory liberty sin-sin
Conked out but not knocked out, still rollin’ with punches, doin’ the necessary & sufficient conditions.

Maybe you’ve been sleepin’ at the #HotelCalifornia again, so hard to awaken next to the ocean beach
Malibu movements up to Mendocino, I am the only one, the invisible NFT, you know what that means
To the many, I am the one, jealous to know me, wanting the game to end with their win, so I lose it all
Long drive, 300 yards, body of 208 boned-rocks Earth’ll swallow IT all, Life is a holy gold golf bawl.

Macho much too much, much too much, you will arrive as a slave and be freed from bondage at death
No way you’ll get away with murder even if you’re a saint, son of a female or male dog, take a breath
Bums and junkies fighting for a space on the ground in between the alleys, on a thoroughfare of trees
Funk that wags a scent of dead & rotten god’s children, slept on frozen ground, I’m homeless, I freeze.

by
rjjstephan, I
c.  Freezember XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ An @ArkOfTheCovenant #hitjam #hijab out @Halfmoon sky this AM while jammin’ to a modicum of #VanillaFudge @ https://youtu.be/iVI4z4dQXlc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

VANILLA FUDGE IN VALHALLA

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#Seinfeld #TheBands #TheCheeseburgerDiablo

IS THIS ALL THERE IS IN THE PLETHORA OF THE VOID?

There is no time like the present to divulge the secret you’ve hidden from yourself

You have much and know so little about it that it would upset the gods’ top shelf

Where the good, the bad & the ugly carouse for the minions to see their extinction

Right before their very eyes, species means zip, it’s the self, dust or embalmed stiff.

Only the strong survive the smiling faces offering you the company they share aloof

From the reality before and after their lives, absolutely nothing above or below us all

Look and down at night or in the day and you’ll have no doubt, left with blinded faith

In words, phrases of dead men who could write it down in their scribble, I am wraith.

Ability I’ve given up is to fly away at will, I’ve got to await the locked release, at One

DNA/rna four times infinity is the cubed solitary & single entity with subatomic fun

Divine and mundane, matter and the forms it takes is a miracle, a dream in a dream

TNT into a holy of holy hole in which dead angels tread without fear, so, It is done.

This is a promise but I might break it whenever a notion allows mama nature’s kin

Aliens not of this Earth, far away in parsecs & unreachable in Earth’s spin Time skin

Why do you move, animate your bag of 208 bones? Because you're trained to mind

Behavior enhances the order of things, avoids chaos in every case, it's the third kind.

On demand changes nothing, when you live in a city & die being buried underground

All you need to know is you're lucky to get here, to be here alive for a spell, unfound

By the creators who made your parents, who made you & the ones you made, all done

Subjective objects thrown from the mound to home plate, knuckleball-slider ball four.

Mama always said that hey was for horses, I believe she meant ‘hay,’ I just meant, heh

Life’s last stretch of your personal time, as if you’re needin' a swift kick in the arse

Right it counts, nothing to lose if you have nothing t'all, it’s all about Tesla cars

Censor my words, I mean nothing less y’all, the gist of it, banned ape DNA today!

by

rjjstephan, I

c. Freezember XIVth, MMXX

( Jammed rules up your keaster, this is #ShadowBanning divine, all too human rigmarole! Slammed the draft while jammin’ to @Seinfeld season 9 link @ https://youtu.be/B33wVf4tdOA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShadowBannedInHeaven #DevilsDustAndSpringsteen #ChrismasVacation #ShadowBannedGods

EYES GOT THE LOOK, LEFTY GANDERS TALL HENS

Don’t do unto me like I would do unto you, morons and idiots rollin’ tidal waves

Probability eludes the obvious understanding of things that animate the nights

As the Earth spins and wobbles on an imaginary yet realistic orbit’s ecliptic, son

What I am & what you aesthetically refer to as a self, is a mirror image of one.

Multiplication of the division that I’ve subtracted from, an infinite sum of zero

Queen and king of the pile of accidents ate one another without being a hero

Of the ants, mice, rats and the river rats who excrete their holy absolution sin

Original, venial or mortal pretension of obligations & responsibility for Being.

When I located the Word, it got made into the 208 bones erected for the flesh

Without the light of the star, there is no skin color of your bones, divine rash

On divine Christmas jingle balls and silver bells ringin’ in my ears, in my head

All of it, a dream within a dream, a poetic Poe, telltale of the tattletale bread.

My money ain’t yours but yours ain’t yours either, it’s the taxman, write it in

Lyrics and the music to the melody changes slightly, in a refrain of the pain sin

Disobedience of the law, the law of the dick and the balls, already gone along

To and fro, from the black hole to the light at the end of the tunnel, my song!

by

r j j Stephan, i

c. Freezember XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Mercredi @ 911 AMPST

{ Die either before or after your time, either way, you WILL die, you will have a body stop moving, you’ve no soul man, no soul woman, all the while jammin’ to the mighty @Orion & @Zeus’ dream @Springsteen @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }

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W.W.A.R.D.?