#GodDogMagog #FireMinimumWageWorkers #SisterSledge 1973-1993 - Ayn_Rand @Springsteen202tree #Satch #Boss

EYES NEVER CARED, BLIND FAITH FOOLS

I will never execute the finale of the Earth’s fate, it ain’t my fault we’re all here alone

As if it was our personal identity to be here who we are here on the supposed planet

A belief that your mother and father are sacrificed to the gods for your soul to be on ice

Contents frozen liquid medium into white noise in a black hole, there’s no welfare dice.

You and the entire rest of the species, the ones still alive before their own demises, hark

Always wanted to see if that word would be the harbinger of the doom to become a lark

In one ear and out of the other, nothing becomes the understanding like the appearance

Shape and form of the matter which is solidified gas within a very thin skin in long pants.

Today will be similar to tomorrow & yesterday but don’t blame me for that kids

Grand or great and grand, in every way you can think of, shout it out & take bids

For the end justifies the means, there’s no question that’s true, never false, Cuz!

Unsavory poison to the spirit, matter gets that way, eat it to shat it out to bloods.

Punks raised by the welfare food’s stamps, free of labor, a commune of miscreants

No responsibility for the mean men & women we’ve allowed to become the saints

Generals and admirals with the extended background investigations bleed secrets

Paid on your dime, enjoy the ride, it’s gonna be a solid flashback trip, all my rants.

Swollen muscles healed into the bloody, dried scabs who live from congealed ooze

Yet they’re the women and men who reside within liberated liberals’ funk & booze

As the whirling rock and leftover Big Bang dust we call HOME does what it do, does

I just like that way the ungrammatical sounds to my audio function, keep on my toes.

Bats are flyin’ in and out of the cavern, the cave entry to the bowels of the sacred Ids

Superego friends among us, you may be one or be related to one, nobody is innocent

Babies are payin’ the karma from their prebirth parental guidance to survive as the fit

Nobody is taught to be dysfunctional yet there are prisons and jail houses rockin’ kids.

iHeart images beyond the application of the functionality, riding dirty upon the saddle

Commuting to and fro as navigation is random, a whim of the cyberspace’s fake riddle

You are presented with the dream, you react and then you get to the end, last whiffs

Either buried, burned or fish food for the fauna of the sea, when it’s over, it’s all riffs.

Extradition of soul & sex trafficking, pretension to be mortal, impossible faith struggle

No judgement before your conception, if & only if I am correct, there’s none at the End

Keep this in mind although you’ll forget that you nailed it all down, just yesterday too

Up your nose with a rubber, ribbed hose, it’s a virgin flight of Walker-Jonny’s seagull.

I’ve got some good news & some bad news which seems to be more a hard rock sell

You’re all gonna die, even the babies pregnant in the females we love and need

To bake our cakes and pies, to be witnesses of the futility of existence we’ll feed

Full of it all that we’re fed, we’ve got to release what we think looks like holy hell.

Completely simple without a subject, object or predicate, Rights forgive debts

Putting this in your pipe to smoke is valuable as your next breath’s tete-a-tetes

Did you hear that? Did you see what I saw? Can’t you smell it, tasting the flesh

It is the skin and muscles of the animals, birds, two or four-legged burger crush.

What’s left but the trash refused from the contents’ containers, a plastic trash can

One’s dumped as the data, the datum of the cosmos has done, upon heads of MAN

Kind of like all you could do is get the shat far away from the divine mind of Zen

Eh? What the effort do you mean? Winter or Summer solstice, too close, my son.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier XXVIth, MMXXiii Ano Domini @ 711 AMPST

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#ThirdPartyInsideJob #FoolsFeelingFoolish

KILLED THE SHOOTERS AT THE OLD MILL’S STREAM

Warped my time in Space & filled the empty vacuum with notes C, D, E & F sharp

Chords moved the melody up and down the scale, a weight as heavy as water art

It all comes down to this or that, nothing more nor less than the uncertainty key

Known since the first gasp of air, a gas grab of an embryo stone wall, it’s ‘bout me.

Who will be kicked under the bus but all of us, everyone who is not an alien too

Here is a set of secrets locked up in a safe place, believe me, I wouldn’t lie to you

Or maybe I would if I got paid enough gold and silver, for treasure I will comply

Accurate as any other fool who knows nothing about existence, pro or con high.

Documents snuck out of the hidden records section, it’s all a blue secret of a liar

Worm into the game in the middle of the field of dreams, I woke up burned in fire

Purgatory or hell below, inside of the core of the planet, what’s left of the godson

All baked, fried, seared, barbequed both inside and outside, a mellow yellow one.

Infancy of finite cells in an unholy frenzy of linear trigonometry, immorality’s mortals

Lost in the calculus’ multiplication of a subtracted addition to zero, Covid19 gumballs

My children look in a mirror and saw a reflection of what their mothers allowed no say

Neither aborted nor immortal, a corner in cubes of six square plains, shot holes, today!

Five o’clock as the end of time, the workday’s finished, weekends all begun

Searched up and down, in or out of the dream’s reality room of smoked cash

Freak and the identity of the species’ mutants are all one and the same cache

It’s messed up in chaos’ order, zeroes and ones consecutive ad infinitum cliché.

Fear nothing, love everything, it’s all there is, it could always be worse, all bad

Evil leftover backwards ‘live’ just a coincidence, oh wait, maybe not, we been had

This dream’s nearly over with, seems to be losing its kick & it’s fading clear away

Brought the purple beams to light up the winner circle-sky, above & below, ahoy!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier XXVth, MMXXIII Ano Domini, Mercredi @ 222 PMPST

{Collected to bust up really good, fetched this while jammin’ to #Springsteen concert LIVE @ https://youtu.be/YgRC8n2zuHY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#I_N_D_E_E_D #FieldTheoryAlphaOmega

 

CONJOB OF THE PROFESSIONAL COMEDIAN

In no uncertain terms, you’ll die if you die in your dream, you won’t wake up at all my #Woke peep!

All you know and all you’ll ever be able to do about it when you find out is, fall back on hind sheep

Now and in the past, history won’t change but no Future has arrived to be changed, so I am a fan

Future being the nature of humanely inhumane evolution of the one cell God in heaven? Apeman!

Blind men and women are told the identical unseen Truth about the reason they walk the dirty Earth

Planets circling black stars, uninhabited by DNA germs, paupers in packs of red, bloody i-heart

Unemployed & immigrated from the slave cultures of six other continents, anger management gods

Pray on your knees, sacrifice all viral infections up to the powers that be, burn on funeral pyre pods.

Morphine & the ends of Time won’t bring the Origin any closer than a neutron bomb implosion to be

Or not to be, that's one of the only questions to which there’s no super response, no answer is free

Liberty & old-man chains that used to bind the mind & body to the plants & plantation gamble, Caput

All gone as if none of it was ever here at all, history delete, erased, numb hole, a mind-glue sniff cut.

Poisoned the water of the troops & they failed to conquer the kings and queens of the doomed gods

Older than the star dirt, written on dark cave walls that used to be lit by torches of freedom hotrods

Bums & junkies chuckie’s roamin’ riverbeds of a Tri-City, all their refuse left to burn up handout perks

What happened to the babies who got raised on welfare’s foodstamps, look 'round in a circle of jerks!

Jolly Roger flag flyin’ high above a pirate ship of fools, my sisters and brothers aboard the holy seas

Not all too human, the program is enhanced by repetition of the identical things, ad infinitum please

Without any option, meaning before or after life as we know it, ain't no option, Space's Time is Sins

Stretch the imagination into the alleys & streets of the city of bad smells, dead meat run the dozens.

A story ends, when it’s over, it’s all over, don’t worry and just be happy, whistle & sing in the cold rain

Bleeding the grace of the divine & invisible to the naked eyes, highlight the ebb and flow of nut pain

Born dependent, die independent as a whiff of a scent rises for all dead meat sacrifices, divine BBQ

Seditious conspiracy to eat all living to stay alive, justification is no defense for lunatics, many or few.

Beard of long hair fallen on the barber’s floor, actually a bathroom of the den’s mother, keeper Blues

Awful waffles & invisible pancakes, warmed to harden the liquid for bad tastes of bitter fruit, my clues

Out of my hands, repeating a Word for the clubs of skulls & bones, jolly roger flag flyin’ high, smoke

Wafting all over the room, floor to ceiling, four walls full of burnt trees, hot leaves of Mary & a Coke.

Mom & dad questioned me, told the Truth & lied as I promised when I crossed my heart, hope to die

Don’t appreciate the pending extinction of my mother’s fruit of her womb, me hot-blooded as pistols

Drew fast at my last fight in the dirty-dust road between the town fronts, all Hollywood sets in the sky

Bloody knot, dry as a bone, lead-dust left-over pulverized into rocks' gold dust, fake battlefield trolls.

One pointed finger at anyone else, leaves three fingers pointing right back at a dead, old fake-face

Here are the secret codes for all of the enemy’s missile fleet, locked in my failsafe’s outerpace case

Leave us now, get on your way, forget everything we’ve seen and read about a fakeTruth’s God

Created Nothing and everything else, I’m related right? Holy scat, I did die in that olden hotrod!

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r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier XXIVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini, Mardi @ 711 AMPST
{Clip your own wings, drafted while jammin’ to #AncientAliens link @ https://youtu.be/8NKCiETRzJQ }

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