#RandomSilly #FakingTheFool #YoureGonnaDieDontRemindYou #RatherGoBlind #TossYoMamaOffTheBridge #Trump2024 @Tom_SullivanRadio

THE NEED TO BLEED AIN’T IN ME, IT’S INSIDE YOU!

Fully housed, captured a straight & a flush until I win, place & show four-ace bingo

Cringe at a ranting thought that we’re headed to reverting back to innocence, gringo

I am a son of my parents who met in random chaos & ruptured a crack in the world

Left myself no way out of a rat’s maze, I created the smoke, thin air the gods’ Gold.

It’s as clear as mud, before you get to a #Carwash, you lost your white & black tint

On both fronts, left & right are symbolic expressions of the yin & the yang of Zen It

Nothing like it on conceptual analysis, Webster dictionary & thesaurus' deep dive

Too fast to live, too young to die, like ol’ times, #JamesDean couldn’t git out, alive.

Bins overfull of recycled, organic matter funk of anthropomorphic viral infections

Bacteria in a petri dish begin with two & multiply geometrically, 2 x 2 extinctions

Of good, bad & ugly bones, nobody’s exempt, not the holy, beautiful or infirmed

Void Machine, sorry you nailed it before a final gasp of gas fusion, you swallowed.

Being a denominator below a numerator, I divide as above, so below, exit above

Planet Earth, star dirt left over from a Super Nova or Nova or Black Hole of Love

Meaning of life in symbolic intercourse as origin of life's inanimate matter, zero

Absolute, empty volume of a gasless place, Origin of Space &Time, Zen to a hero.

Felt the earthquake, shakin’, rattlin’ & rollin’ back & forth, beneath a little ol’ foots

Inanimate rock pounding sand & dirt, pretending with yo’ poor, lil ol' hearts’ toots

Bringing home pig bacon & bird eggs in a solitary confinement, illegal & the idiots

No warmer than red hot & no cooler than frozen stiff, my way, the highway's Dots.

Power running low, can’t recharge any dying form, skull & bones of the thing I am

Psychological romances from ultraviolet light to the dark, monster to bite, It's game

Occult words of any language where we live here & now, books burned, Man's mean

Desire & a need to survive, being fit & ready to pivot about, shot to shoot, unseen.

Marginal re-education was NOT my parents’ fault, Navy, Army, Marines, Air Force

Of the Navy, nobody can defend borders from traitors within, Guilty of #Nonsense

You begin somewhere, it matters that your luck sucks, you get it all on a back road

Pews to sit all in & hang onto when we're down on our knees, beg Adam & Eve too.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 5-11-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drained from the xylem of invisible phlegm while jammin’ to @Glenn_Frey #SmugglersBlues youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LSXKyHM133c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

117 HOURS CROOKED, SHOT ME STRAIGHT UP!

BATTLES LEAD TO WAR

Proelia ad bellum ducunt!  #DM moment

Time's now & then it passes away into historical nihilism of souls straining underwater

Broken down in the mud, blood and beer your mother left in her hind teat’s wet tear

Crying out loud about dead meat & burnt offerings from a deep, blue sea & a dirty lie

About how Twilight began & how the Darkness will be a final Zone of the end, sigh!

Your responsibility is to celebrate One's fortune & perfect timing-initiation lost cause

Of breathing & heart beating, blood flow for vampires who suck high girls & low boys

They don’t even know, they've no idea they’re here for a NYC minute in the dark pools

Of conscious interruption of ebb & flow, blown stardirt H2O-wobble, God-slam fools.

I'm not sweating small stuff, just the big stuff, I’ve got a urgent concerns, smell Rain

It’s comin’ down before you knew it was droppin’ from the heavens' suffering & pain

Out of nowhere, it’s sudden impact is felt in delayed sequence, Time ticks on thin skin

We know cool feelings of everything, less Death, once you feel that, you're a has-been.

Park the cars & trucks & bikes, your locomotion will begin to stop as your heart stops

Sights and sounds inside a cerbral cortex memory to recollect life passing & cow plops 

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, test tube of artistic insemination spunk, eve & atom

Seatbelt harnesses can’t keep it all in, crooked straight-jackets will all numb the dumb.

Mind’s in the brain, in a head & can’t move limbs, can’t walk or shake with a devil dog

Melody & rhythm’s rhyme at the perfect volume for a deaf & dumb rock & roll a blog.

Closer to me as you wanna be, down my backbone, rib cage, amputated limbs crashin’

Cars, boats, planes, trains & a bus crashing, imploding uptown to look as if I'm dyin’.

Slaves of the gods made everything on Earth, every king, queen & subject of change

Only you know like I know, it's a solitary life, a dreamer dreaming home on the range

As if we were getting closer to a last breath, holding air in as long as you can, CO2 fits

For me & you, all we have is what you think we have of the thing itself, online to pits.

 

On the weather of Earth, twirling cold or hot, whirling, wobbling, swirling all about

Not me or anyone else, all ego, that’s all counted in the Biblical books, twist & shout

Couldn’t stomach the taste nor subsequent flatulenct biproduct, stench of ferment

Out of the house or in a hole inside of the foundation’s ground, exhausted cement.

For noone else but me, I breathed 70+ years above tales of star dirt-loaned from God

On weather of Earth, cold or hot, artificial intelligence is a cashed, human redhot rod

Putting pedals to metal goin’, ‘round Dead Man’s Curve, see cemetery entrance gate?

Don’t enter a swamp for vibrations, immerse into deep ends & means, deep dive Fate.

Tiny conflict of interests 'tween brothers & sisters, clone dead-egg lingo, It is all done

Invoiced & paid in advance of your exit from racing human-gods, here to Hades funk

Bought the farm that daddy wouldn't sell, Excellence needed to be extinct, love stunk

All you have, all you are & always will be, a piece of stone, dirty rocks all rollin', son.

You may or may not recollect everything you’re responsible for, afore conception's trip

Stillborn Karma will rise, Beauty’s head returns as Evil, throwback to a plethora ship

Nouns, subjects & objects, verbs' predicaion activity I can’t recall, it’s over, it is done

Dreaming Egotist, about my Id, expressing recollection scat, bite my cranberry scone!

News or ancient history forgotten because language was oral, unwritten future shocks

Of the men & mice who wrote on cave walls' they showed history that's all to roll rocks

Data dump of garbage, refused products of processed tree-plant miracles, Oma Nature

Pumped dreams confused in a vortex of bums & junkies, addicted to fecal-nests allure.

Without order It’s random chaos you see behind closed eyelids, word-up, cog machine

Gears grinding, peeling rubber on asphalt, forward, counter-clockwise around a sinsin

Betting I Win, Lose or Draw even if I win, I lose, earn cold cash, winning shoot to thrill

Absolute & relative Truth-be-Told, to all our babies, our folks forced Jack & Jill uphill.

Whistlin' Dixie or any melody while working in vacuum, scribblin' on empty paper

This is a fight for freedom, get back home where you belong but it’s changed now too

As it was as it were, won't return to a state being in full armor, loaded potato's butter

Agnostic soul, actor running low on a border with free food & water, @Twitter Blues!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 5-10-MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Jammed as I rode dirty with my brothers from mothers, @BigSMO #AintNothinFree link @ https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PerfectGame #Rules27OUTS @RickNelsonHITS

KINGDOM COME TO 420’s THEISTIC SLUM

Beat y’all to a Hawaiian punch & all of that, Gordon Lightfoot on my back too

Either way, the punks get the junk & sell it to the fools’ kids, boys & girls coo

About the dying & buying like fools on a 420 block at the corner with pimples

Faced to the backed up alleys and driveways going nowhere inside of a dimple.

Perfectly centered in the middle of nowhere, can’t find me or yourselves forever

Complicated to be simple, infantile consciousnesses of selfish baby minds, here

Now & then, the end will come closer than you think it should, I’m being cloned

Threat of death, either buried or food for the living, in a stew of YOU, deboned.

Relieved that you are the One & not one of the Many, man that’s #Whack dude

All she ever wanted to do was dance around in circles around the fire in the dark

Where nothing else but the Void can occupy that empty space in Time, I am, In

Now I’m out, it fluctuates my being from x to y down the line, God segregation.

Far, far away from my skeleton of white bones & off-colored skin tone of a bag

To keep nerves & the cold blood within, like a secret code to keep alive in a hag

More or less than zero, infinity has no choice but to be or not to be all I’ve wrote

Lies form no Truth, I can’t tell for sure, but it appears the GD fools died in a boat.

Now, junkyard or the garbage dump may appear to be repulsive but you gotta go

Nowhere left where women will let you stay without payin’ rent & rockin’ bingo

Music turned so loud I couldn’t think about anything else, just rockin’ royal blue

On bein’ blue checkmark-twitter page tweetin’ like a boogie woogie choo choo.

I don’t smuggle since I’m the boss of the system, I give, I take, it’s cool to be One

Hog of all bosses on Earth, invisible eater of the body & soul, concrete angel fun

As above, it rains in a downpour but it’ll evaporate & go back up, yonder’s blue

Atom’s oneness abstraction from the energy & matter, we’re all Dead, me too!

Something to talk about is like nothing you’ve ever thought about hearing

You died and came back to life before you were born, mama was screamin’

So loud that every baby woke up in the whole hospital, woke up Saint Ann

She wasn’t sleepin’ anyway, she was actually passed away into the O-ring.

Much ado about Nothing here man, you know & we all know it won’t change

It’s been this way forever & it will remain this way to stay alive to do what I did

It’s home, street home and the only place I know, so I’m keepin’ the heat on too

Until my box’s top slams shut & I hear brothers & sisters, fist-bump my metal lid.

Ten commands disrupt the flow of the slip stream from mountaintop to mouth

River flows away from the polar north & south to the equator’s ocean bulge out

Then evaporation into condensed H2O bringing every cloud’s atoms into doubts

Only you can know your dead memory is deleted, I know you know, loud shouts.

Covered-up ears that are deaf to the noise of fools ridin’ horse-drawn, so fine

All wagon-trains comin’ from East to West for an old gold and silver holy mine

Dead melting the ore into liquid pourings in the mint’s molds of 5, 10 & 20 coin

Silver dollars & gold doubloons buried in a tree stump hole, the gods are flyin’.

In the end, it’s just like the first time, every time, smoke will rise, god will die

It’s historical, look it up, don’t shoot the messenger, I ain’t the One you’ll cry

Nevertheless, it’s your game, your rules and players & now it’s your last move

If you don’t kill, no checkmate means you’ll stalemate or be defeated by Love.

Of the game in the day or the night, it’s a planet wobbling, star revolution blue

Driven and putted pars for the course of 36, a mere 69 for all but the final nine

Three scores of 69 for 27 holes, then came back-9 hole-in-ones, yes there’re two

Be a monk, priest’s son of a brother’s father’s mother, fool’s gold sisters are fine.

Beating a dead horse is an expression gleaned from real idiots beating dead men

The gist of this meaning is, you suck all of the energy out & there’s none leftover

For nobody anywhere, any time when our balls are to the walls of L.A. & Dover

Do we ever, nevermore ever give up, no way no how, come on man, be human.

Being nasty & mean if required & a gentleman’s gentleman ridin’ dirty on a drift

On or off the circular clock everybody’s required to jerk, beatin’ an 11 hour shift

Of coming to stop breathing & heartbeats to mutate a homer into 4 grand slams

With the head of state, the god of the cosmic ovum, the thing itself is L.A.Rams.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, May 9th, 2023 @ 1800 hours PST

{ Drafted to #HardToHandle by the @BlackCrowes on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BRcs_OzQb14 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?