#KeptSimpleForTheSTOOPID #HeyBaby

PLAYOFFS

A HERD’S holy WORMHOLE, DNA’S WHOLE SHEBANG, Superbowl LVII SOUL

My mask of disguised skull and crossbones in all, 208 functional bytes of bitcoin

For nobody alive and nobody ever to be alive, there’s the history of the gods’ Sin

Come over to the language deficit and recover the unfathomable junk of the monks

Used to write it down on the stones until the trees were sliced into invisible chunks.

What we all have here is the failures of the apes to swing to musical dissonance’s ilk

Rhymed or just jumbled sounds meaning the same as they did before the Word, milk

Without the nurturing liquid, we’re gone, all of us finished and not even a wink & nod

Big or small ideas all add up to the calculations that even an idiot could repeat, oh god!

Idiots are everywhere you look, in and out of your family & our circle of friends & foes

Move ahead, forward or backward without a jump into another dimension of Time woes

Enough’s enough and too much is too much, a smear on the mothers of us all, labor love

Given with a simple understanding of why, a male & female made others below as above.

Endorsed into the hard knocks of life, an introduction to the body & soul’s hard rocks

Other than the dirty & hard, there’s the clean & soft, we got that Roxy music in socks

Magnets of TNT put everything in it’s place, dust in the wind, blown out atoms of Eve

Commonly complex as x, y & z, it’s a revolution of God, light & death, quantum Steve!

I’m waggin’ my proverbial finger in your direction but I’m lookin’ far past you loaded

Freaks of the natural order of things we’ve named the random sound of fire in the hole

I’ve cast my lines and they were as hard as softer rocks, lured in the lunkers’ I trolled

Saddled up for the season of hunting & fishing preparing for the old man winter soul.

Freaking 208 bones is all you’re gonna get for free, some of the whole bodies are lost

In an abortion or a miscarriage of the Justice which we all know is a ham sand witch

Flyin’ inside the dimensions of Time & Space, with or without one high, third evil eye

Periodic millennia demand a beginning of Space & Time, an ending, high e-god sigh.

Calculating the function of the inequality to species which are the food for carnivores

Mothers and fathers consume themselves until the dissolution of fat and bloody skin

Barbequed over hot flames of a manzanita wood fire, ready for the marshmallow twig

Y’all been singin’ in the rain, lost in Space with no Time outs left, bottoms upto yo’ wig.

Freedom’s concept of Liberty isn’t free of charge, you gotta pay the piper & get pied

Inside of the crust or upon the surface of the thing itself, it is atomic mass, gods’ lied

Everything in a nutshell is the crux of the matter, then & only then it’s comin’ to roost

Birds of a feather flock together as gangs in gangways do what they do, all chicks lose.

Dreams filling in the vacuum of light where Nothing resides forever without chaos’ Id

Being that I am, the One & only First Cause of effects, other-world ‘s throne, back seats

Invisible & omnipotent like an alien in a UFO, no proof in any chocolate pudding pod

Barely one in a million yet at One, already gone like a ghostly head, chimera big teats.

Knuckles bloodied in a bare-fist fight, a spirit lifetime, I couldn’t see my opponent’s face

Yet evidence of pain and suffering from the lethal blows was apparent, leather got laced

Dichotomy or at least a fortunate dilemma prevented my jive ass’ death march to #Hell

Admittance of one & only one stiff, no friends or family allowed, gonna ring s-hell’s bell.

Here’s what I know in a nutshell, it’s empty like a black hole in outer space, at one Void

Now only you know what I know, nobody will believe you if you tell them the Truth too

Enjoy the ride, it wasn’t for me to say what I said but there, I said it again, word up, out

On being here for the constant speed of light, burning star, sunny daze of night, I shout!

BY

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XXIXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #Call911

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!

by

r j j  stephan, i

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

F I N I S
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.}

by

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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?