28 GOODYEARS BEFORE A HUNDRED WARS IN THE GHETTO 'MERIKA #WhackedToBACKEE

THREE WAR DRAGONS FLYING & DYING

Minimum of the wages, to war without a battle, to be or not to be extinct in bee hive's honey

On the points there are stabbings of the things that bleed out in five minutes of moon-sun tea

Asked me if I wanted the belt to teach me to be obedient to the direct orders of the superior dog

In the hunt where the cats all go for the scraps left over by the hunters of prey, pure gogmagog.

In a whirlwind, a maelstrom of atomic electrons, neutrons and protons pretend to be the gods' ilk

All they ever wanted was to be alive on Earth, to pay restitution for the myriad of invalidated milk

From the teats of mothers who didn't even know their fathers or brothers, nor their own egg-semen

Nobody saw it coming right out of the blue, actually pitch black, lookin' like a trap for evil, live men.

Interest over a hundred percent in the ways and means of the committees that come down hard

On the babies abused and their offspring idiots who toe the line, follow the rules of the holy bard

Wrote the bible and the encyclopedias of the wisdom and knowledge of terrestrial animation's kill

For the food and drink at the party, all you get is what you bring and share, take an LSD acid pill.

Theree's a disconnect from the engine that drives the motion of the ocean's sand forward & back

Gods above or below are a #NoShow for the end of the dream when eyes bleed consciousness' sack

Who you were and always will have been is the bag of bones' in body, in soul, for you to get to know

Leaving it behind once you immerse your modem into the time and space of a pointed, cupid arrow.

It is done, all at once or little by little where nobody notices anything, as a blinded third eye does

No black lights or neon mutations of photons are left over as the Void becomes everything's fuzz

Dreamland in your & my heads, ends in a fade away shot at the end of the game, no harm or foul

Green, red & orange between the black and blue of the Void, the One, inside your mind, I'm a doll!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XXVIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

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W.W.A.R.D.

#WhatsTheScoop #GASP #FooFighters #UFO is #Foo ya fool! #EMINEM @Stargard #Bewitched #WitchWaysUp

GOOD & UGLY, THEREFORE SEE NOTHING BUT BEDS’ SPREADS OF THREE BAD DRAGONS FLYING

Words generally become unintelligible in a specific way, consistent with the idiots’ dribble

Not between two or three but between trillions of germs, I mean people on planets’ Earth

From perimeter to the center of the nucleus, grim reaper is in charge of the recycled hail

Storm full of fake thunder & lightening in the Void’s electrons and neutrons all out on bail.

From the prison of protons, tons of them next to & atop of one another, form of third shift

I’m the messenger, I ain’t the creator or the maintenance manager of the things, my Godson

Buy everything in sight before it’s all gone, handymen ate most of it but there’s KitKat pizza

Full of the food given and taken from the pots and pans via Styrofoam & plastic god’s Papa.

Ego of ethics and morality forgotten just as rigor mortis sets into the joints of sex & rock

It all rolled down the hills from the bitten necks of bleeding, bloody hearts’ ventricle shock

Attacked and stroked the life out of the inner sanctum where the lies resided until daylight

Sunrise on the unknown, empty sets of the universal monkeys roamin’ ‘round Earth’s fight

Kiss my ain’t that something or another thing itself, beneath the platform’s one mighty Void

I know it, even the black magic villains and good, sad clown woke inside of a mankind droid

Marks from dots, lines alone or crisscrossed, ‘x’ marked the ink spot of dirty word’s of gods

Just one sound of one word, ‘O’ found what I was lookin’ for, #Woke up girls in my hot-rods.

Never conceived in the four-wheel bedrooms or maybe I did with the ones or the one, none

Immaculate conceptions of the deception, who I am where the origin is, was & always will be

Aggravated my batteries and caused the direct hits on the targets’ marks of the “X” spot, son

Sleep tightly, awaken at dawn for Entry into The Ending, Agave saga is here, now, Pulque Me!

Choice between nothing and the rest of the things at an atomic, molecular level is nigh, a sin

No, lies are the truth and vice versa, words are significations of scared babies of orphan kin

Little or big sisters and brothers from other fathers and birth mothers, raised Abel & a Cain

All you could do is fear the Fear everywhere night moves were made, hide in a cave’s pain.

Labor of the womb pushin’ the stream and the knot of Adam out into the matrix of slime

All good to be slippery and unable to grip for a snap or a bite into the holy ticks of Time

Space is you, you forgot the Truth, recollect it now for the duration of your call to arms

Ergo, panic ensues, calmness results, killers killed, all good, Juan & Mary homey charms.

Silence without sounds carried by the ether/air above & below the spin masks-on-face

Now all you know is what you got from the words of mouth and calligraphy of longhair

Punks, junkies and their parents who spawned them will all fall under a London bridge

Americas both South & North, China, Russia, Europe-Asia Minor hoarders, God’s grace.}

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted after reading about #Pulque, the reason why everything on Earth is all #fornicatedUP

& down, all around, also jammed listenin’ to @TowerOfPower #MaybeItWillRunOff & #SquibCakes link @ https://youtu.be/waqCLBMteGo & https://youtu.be/gQIhoKrCPLk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

{Click on this sucker link for 200 million dollars, you will need it after life is over, trust me, the angels are on the take, jammed this while jammin’ to #SisterSledge #GTFoverit link @ https://youtu.be/eBpYgpF1bqQ & @Aretha_Franklin link @ https://youtu.be/8jCFzreP1ng }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

      

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