#TuesdaysGone @AlreadyGone #HowLongGoneYouGonnaBe #MakinLoveInSlowMoShunBaby #DIG #OneHeartbeatAtATime #MASH

ROLLED WITH M.A.S.H.’S COVERED WAGONS, A CUBED CIRCLE KINK

In no uncertain terms, the conclusions are indubitable without a reasonable doubt

Of course, inferences regarding the truth or falsity of any statement are inevitable

There is nothing else to do other than pass judgement on the innocent who shuffle

Uptown or downtown gone to the high end of the court, rose up from the ash trifle.

Performing the art’s work is secondary to becoming an immortal name after death

Looking in through the out door probably won’t escalate temptations of Eve’s Stith

With your permission I’d appreciate the cooperation of your friends & family to be

One with Many, either many for The One & only one for me or salute a finite scree.

All of It is all one way or another, seriously a comedy and a tragedy simultaneously

Blond or brunette, shades of black and blue haired elder folk, can a babushka sing

It’s OK even if you’re baldly sour on shaved skin without the follicular immortality

Freedom intuition of slaves in a Time Machine, 3D chess mate queen, mate a king.

Now then, getting’ down to the eleven year young brass tacks, you’re old enough so

Here it is in a nutshell, the hull is cracked & the center’s exposed, eggs are fish roe

Boats and ships, floating, diving, flying into space, warping the zone into a matrix

Of vermin and human kinds that keep the secrets of 1 unknown in darkness’ kicks.

You’ll get yours eventually, karma will take care of that, you have no say in the Sin

It’s original, before you’re ever conceived or able to disobey laws & rules of my kin

By the products produced from the natural resources of a twirling particle of dust

Hair of the dog sheds and the soul’s canine can be found, God dog, backward rust.

Simply all too human for hominids, gorillas to the chimps, monks, men devolved

Or maybe it was always exactly like this and Charles Darwin had imagination hid

All in the fossilized history of the buried stone & bone, scratched cave wall slated

Wondering what in the world was going on then, which was their now, ape hated.

Funk enough for all of the freaks and finks who grew out of the petri dish of a god

Left the ignorant fools to rule the roost, like a vision fading into black, silly hotrod

Ugly as I turned into the Beautiful without any labor pains, a slip-sliding away too

Chance for change on the horizon, bustin’ open the casket & the urn, I ain’t no fool.

Thunder and lightning on the road or back home inside the inner sanctum’s cave

Backstreets ridin’ in my backseat and sippin’ Margaritas, slow-motion cruise Save

They got us home & tucked us in, warned us for the first & last time, obey a moose

Chief of Bull Winkle, me, myself or I, a #Goofy bum rush for the cryin’ royal blues.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, February 1st, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jammed in a strait jacket to take me away, I ain’t gonna fake it, jammed to @VanMorrison #SometimesWeCry in a loop @ https://youtu.be/LqkrGPEdt34 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

#sicknessOfSpandex @ParableOfParabolas #SicknessUntoLife #HealthyCorpusDillectus #BigBudsBug

parable VERTEX & DIRECTRIX high fOCUS’ latus rectum of PARABOLAS

Alternate your generator from the current to feature the wave or the slipstream

Hangin’ Ten while surfin’ on the New World’s disorder, Stewie’s whipped cream

Required for the iced yet not frozen stiff, a mouthful of that sugar & you will sigh

Miracles may or may not be in your future and you may not believe it, God’s high.

Metamorphizes your soul on ice into the leader of the chain of fools into the king

Of the mice and the all too human offspring of Adam, Eve and the lightening sting

Just an accident of being in the right place at the right time, happy face on avatars

Mean with the blue hue or a purple haze pouring from a cloud nine’s uptown bars.

Out of the military, missing in action, killed in action, prisoner of the war on peace

Punch in your own face, two or three times the normal force, at sea, lost the keys

Ship I sailed on could not be sunk by the almighty ocean, my will power made a pie

Every fruit & meat inside of a holy flower crust, pudding too, it’s my mood, oh my!

I beat myself up because nobody else can, nobody will, I am as invisible as a ghost soul

Where & when you began in concept, minimum two random minds in collision of dough

Matters not one bit that you can smash yourself harder than your moms’ or dads’ fists

Junk is the manufactured elements combined to addict the hearts & souls to evil bliss.

Brutal to be innocent and fully compliant to direct orders from ne’er-do-wells yet killed

By bats and blackjacks smackin’ all 208 bones, 100 muscles plus or minus, blood filled

Flight of the bananas from the tops of the trees to the mouths of the apes, it’s over, eh

Barren females of eventually here and gone males and any other recombinant RNA/DNA.

Thanks the gods or just One God off of this planet’s surface, most claim above & below

Welcome all of this strife and struggle to survive, learning ABC’s & critical economic low

Being poor to begin with and never likely to dig any way up and out of the dark, holy end

Heaven? Come on man! Hell? Come on man! Fear the Fear itself, Goddess’ Zen friend.

Whispered words I couldn’t hear and now can’t repeat regardless of the hopes & dreams

Remember the recollection only a moment prior to the gasp and gulp of the love’s finale

Scared yet brave enough to enter the arena of hungry lions & feral tigers of a naked king

By a stretch of the imagination, you sucked hind teat when I knocked you out in the ring.

Milling around the continents, the smoke signals disappeared before the message’s blog

Something about nothing at all that attracts the attention of the beings’ all high on a hog

Eating plants & animals to stay alive, it’s what all fauna does in every galaxy’s revolution

Atoms, photons of photosynthesis ala electron, proton & neutron in orgasmic venial sin.

Ape-men look at the chimps and other apes as simple minded, nearly all too human ilk

Not to be eaten, that monkey meat, dead muscles of the primate not OK, only 4 legged

2 legged only if a bird or anything inhumane, not so human, kinda like the evil boys’ crew

Girls raised into the women who behave as trained, as are the dogs of war, dead lead do.

High sticking is a penalty in any hockey game unless it’s unseen by the referee who blinks

Eyes wide open sometimes close a second or two for some shut-eye, that’s Time, me thinks

Nobody taught me the ABC’s in any other language, American English after the native steal

Incorporated the Franco-Anglo Atilla the Hun causes of the effects, civilized food, good deal.

Reform school for the uncooperative to discipline against the ego, kill will for your own good

Must be a problem for the low IQ supervising part of the herd, it ain’t a problem for the brood

They all are like you and your kin, don’t like the ugly or things that stink or taste like bull scat

Fun like you had when you were innocent and not able to feel guilt for tasting a Covid19 bat.

Lower underneath the synapsis where angels fear to go, I’m all in Hollywood, on a blue screen

Furnished the furniture in the 40-room mansion, from cellar to top floor in the tower of power

Luck has nothing to do with anything, all intent of the will to power, survivin’ on smoked flower

All want to nudge you deep down inside, they control that impulse, I’m inbred gods blue-green.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Jammin’ to @TheStylistics #YoureAGenieInDisguise on link @ https://youtu.be/gLo8tQ0vIxo }

F I N I S

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#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