#PhenomenalPhenomenon? #PlayinTheField . . . like my daddy said! (LOLs I said #Daddy!) #StewieThatYOU?

PAPA WAS A ROLLIN’ TRUCK ROCKIN’ THE GOLD STONE 

{ a beautiful baby}

All you can do is cry when I throw my speedball by your heart & soul, it’s all over for Live animation
Cartoons in two-dimensional form, first in black & white just to get over any disgruntled inaction sin
No help from above or rest for the wicked unaborted eggs covered in divine It, H2O, black & blue
Newer old stories that had nothing to do with bitter ends of beginnings of each & every bit we screw.

This is fair as justice allows since it’s merely a ham sandwich on white bread with a miracle whip dab
Wishin’ that there’s baloney instead of ham is a death wish of the morons & idiots of the realm’s lab
COVid19 from the rats, the bats, muskrats & other fiends of man, gods experimented in a World Still
It is programmed in the micro DNA by the RNA that cannot put up a fight, it’s determined without Will.

Bunches of packs & gangs put up & finally shut up, atomic fission merge with a disagreeing’ kind
Pawns mating with queens, creating all the things happening behind my back, it's all in your mind
Perfect punks & obsolete THC put the extinction together on a cold day in Hehl, heavenly sentiment
Interrupted my coitus in my wet dream and & I squirted out the deep purple blues, I cannot get bent.

Could I or would I if I found out that the Poor’s malfunction, Diminished & 7ths, A Flats & G Sharps
Melodious upbeats the vacuum of holy air before the stage which awaits a full compliment’s warps
Of Time and Space, as they are and always will be, a medium for the rocks to roll down to bottoms
They go up & we dig in & get down, it’s how the species orgasm worked, naked ape mother bums.

Shame, shame on me after you’ve done what you do and I fell for the joke twice, said I love shame
Like fuel in a tank, it burns my valves to release the exhausted explosions I see as One & the Same
All kids headed for the same place, ashes spread or contained in the ocean’s deep blues’ high seas
I will drink all of it in, I eat every bit of the scat dished out by the power swallows, drink the freeze!

Superstitious winners & losers all on the same cruise ship of wise crackers & infinite nest of fools
I felt few emotional discharges from my soul when you first appeared out of the smoke & mirrors
Cards were dealt, the die were rolled and the pot was full, ready for the new carton of filter Kools
Broken aqualungs, filled with KOOL crystalized matter-energy talkin’ 'bout loves’ decrepit whores.

Open book ready to be read if you only knew the language of the subjects and predicates of WORD
Try harder, try again 'til Repetition becomes automatic without effort, success in the end, ala SPURTS
Murphy’s law is rescinded, Substance is Life, a dream of right winged, exit stage left, all matter hurts
I got the true love you sent straight to my heart, didn’t see it comin’ can’t deny it, I fly like a BYD.
by 
rjj stephan, i 
c. Samedhi, 3-11-2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @GlenFrye #TrueLove in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/ZBoO0bR9eZA }

#OURgang #PeerlessPeersUrinedOff #BASHrushIns

 

GOT THE BEST BANG FOR BIG BUX

Infinite rupture, a closed-captioned divine comedy and all too humane, a tragedy

Foreplay of words, actions, puppetry & ventriloquism of All long gone in long runs
As the dream appears out of nowhere, right inside of your egocentric honey buns
Boredom with the political and economic and social customs of idiot savant nuns.

High priests or underground demons from the core of the Earth’s dirty diamonds
All of them, all of us, all of the Many who came from the One, daughters & sons
Monkeyish evolutionary theories of species’ mutation random or via neo-science
Spanky & Alfalfa bring you back to the safe place, a B & W picture tube’s UV sins.

My gang, our gang or your gang, no boundaries when you’re selfishly god-like
Dirt on the ground, you’re above or below it, you know it in your deep psyche
You are the quotient and the product, destabilized atoms excited by THC’s high
Flowers become the tokes & the hits, peace to the middle of the Easter sensei.

Your inheritance is the reason & rhyme you learned from the teachings’ old creed
Whole bunches gobs & chunks of milk chocolate flowers in a ripened cherry seed
Curiosity not only killed the cats who were curious but also killed the host of hell
Where you are or where you were or someday will be, that is what’ll ring your bell.

We ain’t gonna be around in a hundred years, let’s face the facts of life ever untold
My father and his father and their grandfathers before them, Truth is a fool’s gold
Finding it made from lead, the remnants of the stardust blown out of the glory hole
God’s or just a Void which is similar to God, an unknown to humanity, Adam’s blow.

Microscopic or telescopic of the present, the past & the future, shadowy ghost-ass
Animated cytoplasm, soft & hard, liquid and solid at first & in the end, the fog’s gas
Smoke moving from everywhere in the corner & out to the invisible prison Sing Sing
Liberty to be free or at least to see that the Freedom we fight for is Man’s holy thing.

What I mean is what I write about & it’s clearly with ambiguity, I’m One in the fight
Operational & organizational maintenance of the forces which perform consumption
Of Mickey mouse I trapped with a piece of cheese, it never got a byte of my neon light
Will to survive the death of 208 bones is inhumane, all too divine, forsaken godson.

Bangin’ big bux, it’s what y’all do, skilled applications to fake problems, yields a solution
Logic’s & Reason’s best practices, deductions ala indubitable inductions, zazen conclusion
As you were prior to your conception, friends & strangers all but rescued God from s#it
Inside of the dark caves in the mountains, shadows on the dirty wall’s open fire light skit.

A play of hu-mane from beginning to end, when it’s over, it’s all over, there’s no reprieve et al
True lies or false Truths all blind faith in nothing known, your common sense, a holy cathedral
Nothing can come before the Original Sin nor after a Final End of breaths of hydro-oxygen air
With or without you I’ll be spread on a bed, before you know it, WORDsup my DNA’s long hair.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, March Xth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Crafted out of the Black Sea within me while jammin’ to #HomerSimpson meltdown link @ https://t.co/lrSN2ucPUn }

WHATEVER FIX IS IN, HERE IT COMES... #GainOfDysfunction #FaucismGuessEXTINCTION #ThatsAmore #Wavelength #Frequency

HOLDING GOD’S HANDS OF CONS, NOBODY’S BONES ALA GRANDPAWS

 It’s a backstage pass to the vast majority of blues and bull’s scat
Whether you’re hip to the omega or not, it is where the future is at

On a point, on an angle or a line moving around in circles, ad infinitum
Miracles of the causes that cause non-existent effects from a scrotum.

Come on man, this is all powered by the artificial intelligence program
You & the rest of us all think The Scat is us, when it’s merely a spasm
Apes repeating the mocking of one another’s state of being en-cultured
You need & want the same matter & energy as any other, live or dead.

Now then, at some point we need to either assimilate bait or switch
You get no house for your home if you don’t work hard for yo’ money
As I hooked for The Man’s rebound hammers & Phillips’ screwdrivers
As I laid down dying to stay alive, living in peace, war-god dodgers.

Down a winding road to all finish lines at the bottom of a cliff’s hang
At infancy there is no question why a baby boy or girl cries bull dung
I forgot to fill up the gas tank of my dad’s ’60 Chevy back in ’69, flash
Recollection of every detail of every moment, every blinking eyelash.

Jive means you have jerk-off skills learned from the angry fools in pain
Herds of humans before & after any depression or roaring twenty sin
Apes naked use of dialectics for fun, like ma & pa, all awakened seed
At the finish line of the human race, extinction of me or species creed.

Are you actually meaning the opposite of what Me thinks is truly false
Or have you lost all semblance of being all too humane without balls
Base, basket, foot, golf or bowling balls rollin’ a One-Way Street scurf
Way down to the ground & it hurts on the hardwood just like AstroTurf.

I asked for nothing & now I got a lot of things, to guard the red Hordes
Not crimson as holy godsons’ chump screes that reach out to overflow
Purple-violet-blue either ultraviolet or infrared spectrum power chords
Freedom to think you’re funny as you blow chunks of ebony-ivory blow.
by
rjj stephan, i
c. Jeudi, March IXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

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