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BULLDOG PIGSKIN FOOLS, TOOLS, TROLLS & QB KEEPER

Written on the hot, inner walls of the hidden sanctum where men rave on

To the bum punks who have a blind faith that they’re a bully with a pulpit

Walkin’ right smack into the final assault of strangers, forever their aversion

To work or to beg for yo’ money was not getting you rich, it’s goin’ on son.

Even if you don’t know what’s comin’ in the future, it’s still on the way to go

From the get-go you’re disadvantaged and have no defense against the show

Not your problem until the breath and or blood moving in the system collapses

Honey kept just like play money in safe places’ armed guards of @her highness.

I got a line on you just like I got on my mother who was a 12-year-old in primo

Like the baby or a million of them, brothers & sisters of the cloth or naked bono

Probable cause of every effect from the Big Bang to the collapse into black holes

Funk phenomena in retrospect, silence due to flabbergasted reincarnation folds.

Spunk of the free liberals at ease of influence by programming expert point men

Could be male or female or both a little of each bit of everything, yet all too human

Millions of dollars for tax coffers when the rich get richer, G-men roll, twist, shout

Narrow path, one way to go, straight ahead, no return, cancellation's love-doubt.

When all's said, all's done, it’s all over but the fat lady singing, home with yo’ mama

I showed her the secrets of  elders who left Words for one’s Heel’s Bells’ grandpapa

Holly wooden China's groves of extras rending stars' full eclipse mode, mogul balls

Junk in suffocation trunks overflowed into an atmospheric river, go down on papa.

I felt Fear since the olden days of  boogie men, idiot older men than us all, undead

Now what’s left is my recollection of fear & loathing I inherited from example, said

Hearts & souls dead that used to be alive, like mine & yours, a fate of First Dates

Mating so Light keeps shining on in the holes, Life's about beats, demiGod fates.

In no blue men language, signs of boney arms & legs, a museum of sex pistols’ pow

Way more transmissible than a mother’s inner sanctum of negative positives, wow

Sick unto death, virus-bacteria infected genome, death's virus-bacteria of Omega

Alpha didn’t work, it had Omega ends, One End I'm near, y'all say it loud, “DUH!”

Plays for first downs by fourth down, rowin' down a California’s atmospheric river

Hyperventilating ala this meaning of simple collective thoughts, deduced a killer

Encyclopedia Brittanica, Golden Books, Webster in thesaurus form, shine voidness

Disappears in Rando-paradise, robotic bunch of trolls dreaming of Herman Hesse.

Goals, homeruns, touchdowns, every one a score above, below or with zero to zero

Shreds of truth don’t look a bit like a true report of robotic #AI interlocutor of a foe

Meaning of disagreement with Truth is caused by disregarding rational deductions

Inherited in a Garden of Eden when Adam & Eve blew a cookie behind smokin’.

Neither the masses nor the singular & at one individual who see Nothing in all of It

From the center of this planet’s core to the ends of Space & Time's undone chit

Odd yet in the proper order for chaos’ state, appears the way blown-up rock reacts

To pressure within or without a container-strong to save the cosmic, jive turkey act.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January IXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Down with Upper echelon of the pit & the pendulum arbitrators; rafted while jammin’ @WARband link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }

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#SuperbowlLVII @LVII @SuperbowlLVII

COOL CAT, DOG! IT’S SUPERBOWL LVII  TIME!

Completely out of our team’s control, when to take a walk and what to mark as Space 

Came in second but still a second motion to none but the One’s seminal hole of grace

Tequila helps nothing but the ability to retool the fool who runs the psyche, free Will
No friend of any dogs of war nor the canine who could be mine, your love of god hell.

Got over that episode of beauty & the beasts who eat the living when their dead Blues
Highlights at six or ten o’clock to make the black & white sox rock hills’ purple hues
Modified RNA by the aliens we’ll never know, the invisible ones that drafted The Word
As above, so below the flesh of the angels feathered the nests of eagles, flight of a bird.

Monkey miracles swung from the tree vines to keep above the sharper teeth of cool cats
Uncles & grandmamas refused to perish, survived to copy the code left over by the Aliens
AL some called him or sometimes #AI, the program for DNA replication #ala CoVid bats
Out of the hellish-type caves underground where the sea used to be before the H2O Sins.

Of Eve and Adam or whichever grunt applies to the Alpha genome, the eagle flies home
At the End of the story, last gasp for the things that will only become what used to be
Forgot about the whole shebang of constant light-noise, charade of top 100 Hit Parade
Y’all woke up in Timbuktu, fell outta bed, hit your head, my nest’s gone, All Is dead, fade.

Perfectly at one with the Oneness of the solar system’s part of the whole shebang
Common ground or the complex abstraction of thoughts & recollection poontang
Sorry, but it rhymed and it was disrespectful and I apologize, please accept my cover
Up and up above the fray where you really can’t survive, just go & see to get it over.

Life was always too short for any form that was conceived and hatched from an egg
Virus, bacteria to all of us, you, me and all of the grateful dead and all of the yet to Be
Mothers and fathers of the final end, the super Nova comin’ later or sooner, I love Sin
It may be happening as we think and speak, taking it’s own sweet Time in black satin.

You changed again, you used to be the way I liked you, now I don’t like you, must be you
It isn’t all me certainly who sees the world like you never did, my everything angels flew
Aircraft of your backbone, yours on top of my own, made the memory to be my last detail
That’s Life your heart won’t know, lives begun Doomsday mama said, ‘ShytSonny! Sail!’

This ends well because it is a part of the whole shebang, it’s all academic to the student
Of the mice and men you & I have known through merging with the power of a Trident
Of Earth, of Wind and Fire to be or not to be the form of the elements animated by a ‘G’
Might be One or the Many, ticklin’ the 88’s, Nothing is fair, stars, Void, this completes Me.

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rjj stephan, i

c. Superbowl @LVII Sunday, 2-12-23 @ 555 AMPST

{ Grappled from my muse this AM listenin’ to #GoingFar @ https://youtu.be/7upcaiFe1Ug }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@Springsteen #Bruce Eyes Dont Git It... Is That Right? SWEET! #SetMySoulFree like #AShipSailinOnTheSea #AllThatHeavenWillAllow #JerseyShoreShacklesLove @BrooksAndDunne @SteveWinwood

APES IN A HUNDRED YEARS, EXTINCTION POSTED ON LINE, HERE, NOW

Copied your mommy’s and daddy’s infidel ways and means of getting along just to blow your mind

Y’all always knew it was something out of a monster movie or a thriller novella I wrote of a 3rd kind

Expecting nothing and seeing everything in one fell swoop, all of it is an empty kitty, a caboodle digs

Top shelf soil and the seeds that grow the flowers into the shreds of the gods’ leftover holy high rigs.

Saints & the sinners got this all wrong, ignoramus types who prey on those who love the human folly

Of men & mice who progressed from the evolution of the revolution, gone way gone, WTF G-Willy

You knew how it was, how it is, what you’ve got left over is more than you deserve, rich girl’s old man

How many times can women or men have a child & not know it’s for the good of extinction’s holy sin?

When life & death are too much and you lose every finger’s Midas touch, the path will lead on to Ends

It has nothing to do with you or your kin, it’s all about the me, the ego of the thing itself, no offense

Just because you think you’re so pretty, doesn’t mean you ain’t just mortal food for the fox & goose

They take what they can render into a scatological function, literally & figuratively as a mind offends.

Business after retirement is a waiting game to see who gets away with the name of the oldest human

Woman, probably if the breed of human can manage the form of Truth, delete a wiseass man’s world

Not that THIS is but it was evolved in darkness without the bright & hot light of the One Sun, old Son

Among the dead and buried, we salute the heroes and cowards that created Life’s only 3rd Stone.

Banquets for the rewards and punishments given to the batboys & catchers in the jewfish rye of gods

So old we can’t even read the language’s words any longer, it’s gibberish for the crypts of ol’ bloods

In a war of gangs of leaders following the moronic idiots or idiotic morons, it doesn’t matter a bit

I got some bad business to do, I get the fixes in early, better bang for the buck, you roll with it.

Monks and the monkeys, all apes outside the jungles and inside the coffin’ rich ground of being

Where all of the phased out and dysfunctional modes are deleted without prejudice of all-seeing

Not a god who forgot about the whole shebang, that this is a dream to awaken from, oh, the tin foil

One notion without a potion to enhance the menudo of word salad immersed in the vinegar & oil.

Sworn the holy oaths I cannot forget even if I tried, only death brings the forgotten to a Void

Inner place outside of the rest of all that there, it’s a holy of holies, only the Simpsons to avoid

You’ll get there like it or not, hearing the music playing your favorite song, dead head & bread

Paradise where heaven follows the hell that broke loose from the silent & empty, I’m The Dead!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 888 AMmst

{ Started to lose my touch, I found it under my thumb, so I bled this out the empty, kitten kaboodle, it’s all in there with me jammin’ to @Springsteen, @Mellencamp & @Steve_Winwood #RollWithIt @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI & @BrooksAndDune #MyMaria link @ https://youtu.be/Lnq9jaAsReA }

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