CALCULUS & ANALYTIC TRIGONOMETRY FOR THE MINIONS, YOU GET THE DEVILS & DUSTED OFF BALLS & JACKS @SantanaCasaNoble #Tequilla #SHOTS

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C R E E P Y

FOUR HEARTBEATS FALL IN LINE

Logical consequence of using false premises to lead you to an invalid conclusion, false narrative gods

That you actually were created as a gift from God to parents, falsehood repeated often enough in video

You have it on video tape & magnetic 8mm from the 1950’s when papa was a youngster about thirty, so

Here we go into safe travel between RR tracks, distorted notion of how it should've been without me.

Uranus isn’t far from the only answer which has been so far away so long, actually inside of a hot Hole

A small black one that nobody in a human body can fathom, unless you happen to be a Druid’s ol’ soul

Strictly in a mind, programmed by your mothers & some few or more by your fathers, jam strong songs

Surviving as the fittest of litters to glitter all over seven continents, stealing horses & now hit on bongs.

You don’t really want to ever fathom how far off of the mark of the Truth you are, mind as well laugh

A tragedy to miss all the comedy in the thing itself & the essence of a whole solar system’s galaxy stars

Relatives of our oneness up in the sky, our illusion that it’s all movin’ from East to West, wobblin’ half

The rest of the story comes the day we all die, day I die, a day after I was alive & hot, high once, laugh!

This couldn’t have happened if you were wise & paying attention to the morons & idiots teachin’ rules

Miscreants and the D minus students, all voting of the dead citizens who still vote from deeper graves

No jungle of asphalt & concrete can stop the seed from sprouting & growing up, up & up wise up fools

So they could die in peace, mouth’s agape, eyes wide opened, good men & women, boys, girls all tools.

Amending my constitutional walking around blocks in hostile terror of being mugged has ended, I fly

Inside of my @Tesla none of the rules apply to me, CHP can't stop the real Ma that I always knew high

Raised her babies & sat in a rockin’ chair sippin’ apple jack & smokin’ some catnip or such flower woe

It all came down to the good book and the bad boys, in church or in the bar with the tender & hook-ho.

My gods were before Atilla the Hun, before Nebuchadnezzar II, Babylonians got time on me myself

Head inside of the good or the bad book, it’s a game, you got the rules of the laws, comprehend it all

Games not yours but you’re all in, us all playin’ in a game, like it or not, dream #Woke extinction crew

They never did like you, tried to let the virus & bacterial germ spiral in a swarm, did a magic trick too!

You know now exactly how I always felt, you never knew  you felt the very same, it came all around

In the circle of babies grown from eggs to caskets content or bone-ash of the three wishes to impound

Rather than the dead of black night, all deletion of conscious awareness, lamb silence  speech wisdom

Left handwriting on the wall scratched into the slate rocks allowed to be sco arched earth’s God leftout.

I thought that this impersonal entity was playin’ either shortstop or catcher, pitch-switch hittin’ to Right

Got over though, ran faster than catchers who couldn’t catch me unless I wanted to lose a good fight

No way ever givin’ up without a fight, handcuffed, back-stabbed, ankle shackles, barred-up fallen hero

Left behind by the minions who scored early & won it all without giving it all as some did on a field.

Trouble to tease you into submission of your ethics & morality & reduce you to a common denominator

If it’s more than 1 then the fraction is nothing more than an illusion, evolved sea mollusks on dry land

Monks & the monkeys appear as One because they are, alive & will die & that’s it, heaven or hell fire

Nobody is threatening the species gene pool with extinction, a threat inevitable, see dinosaurs today?

Maybe right or wrong, either way it’s a fool’s errand & only a fool knows what to do with no stockings

Be a fool with talent to tear & repair hot, black stockings with black lines down the backside, pegs ting

Makin’ legs appear cool, movin’ to and fro' in front of your very eyes, close enough to pull downtown

So, you can handle the Truth, after all, what say YOU? Mums WORD up, huh? Bumped my frown!

Happy to be down with sharks that know me deep down in the sea, waiting for something to die so I eat

Without eating and drinking certain things, die younger than your father and his father, suckin’ hind teat

Without liberty there’s slavery, your choice to make for yourself because you’ll die when it’s your time

Gives you the right to do what you wanna do, anytime you wanna do it, they’ll throw you in an ol’ gaol.

Pretenders all find what they’re lookin’ to pretend about, easy to get adept at that pastime, I can’t do it

Everybody else can do it like it’s second nature, good for them and they’re lucky if they don’t blow chit

Monkeys and the morons call for us to rustle up the reserves for your following herd, hurts to be a head

Happy to be hurt, my head gets to sleep & forgets about it, dream works Magic, ‘til all the Love’s dead. 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this jammin’ to @PeterRivera of @RareEarth link @ https://youtu.be/MAsy5y6vq-A }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PURPOSE OF STATES OF ALL OF US, SOMETIMES WE LAUGH, SOMETYIMES WE CRY! @JoeSatriani #WhatHappensNext? @ElephantsOfMars 2022

DOG STAR YOU WILL FAIL, ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO, ERGO, STAY HIGH

Filling up on the Ethyl or the premium processed Earth fuel, dinasaur ooze

Buns' dough rolled and in the oven, risin' with the heat of the twilight boozer

Buds and smoke are down with the alien bunch of orphans, made by no gods

Above and below it's precisely the identical way that it's always been since God.

Oneness is the next step off of the cliff of duality, it's no good, it's not evil, It Is

Just that, nothing more nor less than the whole shebang of atomic fizzle & pizz

No man can live alone, no man can take life for granted, you're here, then OUT

Of this world's paradise or hell in the mind of porcelin crap, trippin' on doubt.

A herd of things, four or two legged, all too divine for me to conclude the Tree

Of Being and Nothingness, married to philosophers is not recommended to be

Fair or not, it is the way that it is, being here or there or who you are to be fair

It's the creation's fault for being generated from scratch, black hole angel hair.

Muffled your voice, strangled your throat's ability to move in and out of caves

Two to begin with, small and out of sight, the key is for mama to nurture knaves

Sensitive kind of woman nurtures the impossible until it's overwealming to gods

Then and only then, removal of the soreness requires surgery and so I cut Bloods.

Cryptocurrency's a method of One gang of Crypts who ate the Kryptonite at 2:30

Found on the road dead as roadkill, still kept movin' on, as if no need for mournin'

Stared at the headlights to long while crossin' the road, to see what that is, waitin'

For the weight of the TNT to drop a dime, it's all in the mind, even the Earth dirty!

Here now, there then and other nouns and verbs, subjected to foreign object UFOs

Bums, junkies all resulted from the original conception of mankind, 30 jacks' blows

Until the nine month burst becomes the next time God tries to stay alive forever, Ho

Never happens that way, vain hope remains, set to go, hair trigger's deep .457 hole.

In a gunfight with a knife, you can't dodge the bullets forever, they're fast as Hell

It's nothing you'll see, ask the assasinated happy leaders and fathers of gold mines

Amazed to see the Life pass quickly ahead of your mind, birth to the resting place

Of death's stench of human flesh, called yourself, stinks, stank & stunk up Space.

Lonesome space in Space is right here where I am, you'll never know it, I'm gone

As if I never came or made an impression on culture's exchange of a King's pawn

Cancelled out my culture, played with my mind until I found out the fool's Rules

Believe the Word, Know Nothing, Be the Ball, Believe in yourself, Golden Dawn!

Boredom gets you here and now with a high interest rate over 10% to payback

Mind games to play with the Origin, unseen between dot matrix skies of black

In between the astronomical distance between this dirty world, there's a Void

Man's bones-mind goes there after death, this Is 'The Ride' God, a humanoid!

by

r j j  stephan, I

c.  Freezember XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Dog's Star in a manger, drafted in dark room eatin' Humble Pie, in a straight jacket, ready to tow-away & put in a dark cell without light of day, strokin' a battle axe in utero, jammin' to @VanMorrison #SometimesWeCry ...             just a kid in an infinite loop,

@ https://youtu.be/LqkrGPEdt34 & #RoughGodGoesRidin' link @ https://youtu.be/yYTm4Ajm6BE }

COMPLETELY IN HALF, A LOT OF NOTHING, NO MORE, NO LESS, IN #SlowMotion baby #JesusWasNobodysBaby

SENSITIVE KIND, HARD AS A STEEL IRON

Being and whatever the Nothingness is what it's all about, it ain't my fault, it's a memo

To the self you can't ever find inside, it'll die when your bones and organs fail to go blow

in and out of the Time and Space where Earth, plays a planet that spins, wobbles in orbit

Tell her you love her, she is sick, ill and ready to hit the ER, on a cold gurney with an IV bit.

Bells and whistles need to be released with the hounds, it's all about the backbeats & rhythm

Into the mix, the dovetailing notes of flats and sharps begin to take on their own ditto system

Nothing to repeat in the same exact way, with the same words, that's a witch's magic megabyte

To pretend you're a reciever of the divine inspiration, tell here you love her each & every night.

Always in the outer edge of the present, discovering everything before you get to the ending yell

It sounds like, "Baby, come home, you're sick but I know it's your fatal flaw,' take it a right way

Taken down and up the same way, pulling the gods away from food they don't need to eat well

Mind has been played like the dealers in Vegas or Reno, far out in the desert, discover this hall.

Bones left after the buzzards took their fair share of the kill, it wasn't murder or slauighter?

Way out there where the actions are moving very stone above and below your God's afterbirth

All of the needs of the origin taken care of, taken for granted, they're 3 wishes come, four paws

Apes were here before my ancesotors infinite loop around the star of David, holy fear of flaws.

No opposing thumb on the hands, like an ape in the zoo or jungle blind, swinin' in finer wine

Than you ever had, even one sip wouldn't be enough, you'd have to swallow the whole cosign

Makin' the inequality as if it doesn't matter, it is a form of denial of inevitable Truth's upset

To the men and the mice, sensitive or hard-rock tool, screw it, push & pull it, I am the ticket.

To get in and to get out of the thing, the bind you're in, you must love her more than yours

Someone else minds your behavior and it's not someone to disappoint, a creator of sorts ort

Clouds of rain, dressed to the nines and every bit of cool and hot that nature allows to be

At once, not the original sin One but the other one down the line, finish where it's all at.

I love her, I discovered that I would do whatever I could to please, even without a thought

To be or not to be is not a question I entertain, I gotta be to be around her now, maybe not

Flow like water, roll around, under and over the obstacles spit up by the cosmic porridge

Lemons makin' lemonade, you need some now, get some, give her some, stay on her edge.

Sherrif's shifting the watch, law enforced the notion that it's time for Space to move on

Whereever you go, it follows you, the sense of you're gonna die, you don't know why

Just because you thought you were so pretty, a nice package, wrapped with a bow tie

Surprised at Nothing but thin air left to sense, smell, taste but never, ever to foresee, son.

Hard times or soft gloved life of the rich and famous, every life made to become the dead

Check the stones, the rocks in the boneyards called cemetery just like the end of bread

Can't make any gold or silver mining out the ground or dirty mountain river grind ebb

To flow down to the sea over and over again, full infinity, evaporate in rain, come on, Deb!

Tell her you love her, each and every night, just because you can, it's what a lover does

Being at one with the other, always or never like it was or ever like it will be, presence

On guard for fear of life's ends, wanting to keep breathing, flowing with the magic bus

Moves along the Ventura Highway, it's the '1' to the, the Big Sur, Mendocino lush buds.

One more loan, I'll win my losses back from the future losers who don't even know yet

They lost it all, every bit of holding silver and gold, bloody idiot, passing human misery

Just why mothers had babies who grew old and died, some cried, some lied, Love's debt

Feelings for others, oh the being all too humane, bloody, bleedin' heart, spent, I am OUT!

by

r j j stephan, I

c,  Dimanche, Freezember XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Bored, naked ape mockin' the elders, doin' what they do too, drafting poetic justice

With the Sensitive Kind, my beautiful, sweetest thang on this planet Earth, drafted this fiasco

while jammin' tube link @ https://youtu.be/4GErVbdNsbU }