#FlyinRedFlags #SkipARope #MothersAreFathersWithWealth #GreenGreen

CASHIN’ IN ON FREE ADVERTISEMENT, MAKIN’ LEMONADE OUT OF LIMES

Making good sense that I’m sensitive to my sensational trip on the fantastic light from up above
A train from history to the undocumented present pulled into the train depot & still we all love
She loves me, I love somebody else & eventually the species will be the undocumented history
Over the dreams I had and forgot right after I woke up in a cold sweat, no regrets of thee, I see.

Harm to all of the chicken littles who populate the thing itself, the Earth that spins & wobble It
Everything on Earth isn’t necessarily everywhere in the galaxy or in everybody’s mind, a notion
That the return after we all flip-flop from innocence to influencing the weak-minded harbor sin
Matter of being in the right place at a right time, being a master of that skill is the pinnacle, son.

Who will defend the innocent and the guilty until proven innocent? Nobody, you will perish too
Leaving the state of bedlam, the concepts & the conclusions from those premises of assumption
No premise is indubitably true so, conclusions are contingent upon unknown factors, y’all stink
To the ego, without me, Earth doesn’t exist, extinction will break a camel’s back become extinct.

Powerless right there in the center of the universe, we’ve got to believe what you see is a ghost
Otherwise, the alternative will hurt so bad you’d wish you were dead & buried, depress the host
Let it go in one ear & out the other, choose to keep it stabbed in your head, pal, you’ll bleed out
I’m no expert but five quarts of blood runnin’ through your arterial canals, leak every heartbeat.

Rabbit hopped away before the last day, escaped being the predator meal, all maggots got feet
Bums and junkies from the sidewalks & sideroads aren’t the deviants you thought, it is the elite
Some known and others in stealth, like Jack the Ripper or just Genghis Kahn on the warpath rail
Expressway to hearts and souls of the worst of the human genome, extinction Will Be Your Fall.

Golden dawn can enlighten #Wokeness, neither nirvana heaven nor hell has a haven for Doubt
Mental conception to assuage Realization that nothing is neither above nor below this God pall
Dead only in the conceptual analysis but alive inside of your core, cosmic light of sacred fire ball
Fills you & empties you, beginning & ending in a barely audible whimper, hiss & then we’re out.

High lion pride is the family of cats who prowl for sustenance and metabolize the nights & days
Where are the white supremacists and the black, red, yellow & brown-skinned revolutionaries?
Watch in Darkness & know that your stark blindness is due to a tolerance for insanity’s evil livin’
Young babies abused birth thru incarceration inside prison walls, Welfare’s cheaper to keep ‘em.

You know you actually care although you claim to care less about fake humanity allowed to be
Here & now while you’re alive after historical civilization’s past repeats of the family old oak tree
Present in the presence of being & the nothingness, same time in Space as the rest of the family
Whose fault is Man’s moral decline of civilization but the Nature of the Beast, “Come on, man!”

Peaks of white mountains high, nothing but the frozen ice and snow leftover from cold boulders
No holy temples or caves are full of the stem cells needed to bake in the moral turpitude of hers
My one & only wife who completed my yin/yang sphere escaping from a circular jerk I’ve spent
My graffiti mocks censorship, Good & Evil, Ugly & Beautiful of Thee I sing, genius’ pay the rent!

Who is in charge of the operation to smuggle illegal aliens over borders enclosing liberty’s pile
Skull & bones inside of Fake logo work vans, payoff to border guards all done, threats to family
All the gold is in the mansion’s swimming pools’ secret, sealed safe beneath the six feet of tile
But the tile panel of red, white & blue, black lined lanes for the Olympic freestyle and butterfly.

Death penalty, bird man of Alcatraz, still alive in a myth, forgotten by the elders’ cancel culture
Bump city with nightclubs open until 3 AM, spreading Words, silent Disease via the idiot future
Evil is Live in reverse accidentally on purpose, a random no-brainer just curiously a yin & a yang
Cool, holy way, coincidence or a Will to Power, directed by One dreamer of the whole shebang!

Wherever we go & no matter how long we get to do the being alive on Earth thing, it’s a binge
Of course, homeruns, touchdowns, buzzer-beaters shot outside of the three & then you cringe
Hunger satiated, thirst quenched, all of the bottoms are straight up & certain to reach the Ends
Began before you & I arrived, it’s comin’ on later, save face, die in your sleep or wear Depends!

Tornado in the panhandle took me & my dog away to the world of OZ where ruby slippers pace
But there is a problem in paradise, Houston we have a problem out in the inner galaxy of Space
Sometimes you live & sometimes you cry & then eventually, it ain’t my fault but boom, It sings
Films rerun for godchildren of godmothers and godfathers, all too human angels without wings.

Bravery required to face illusions & then annihilate the facts they’ve promulgate in social media
Recently a thorn in the side of ignorance & it’s nemesis the enlightenment of Earth’s cool fauna
Bridges to both what’s above and below this ground of being, a sensation of breathing in & out
Hike on hard rock ground, fall down and get up every time you see the love you missed, I pout!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June 16th 2023 Anno Domini 6:22 AMPST
{ Kicked out the rhyme-prose of bums & junkies jammin’ to #FedExCloned Smugglers Blues https://youtu.be/LSXKyHM133c & https://twitter.com/i/status/1669433484849434640 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Y U P - @JOJO

#Bombay

 

What Would Man Do? All about the #VooDoo #HooDoo #SuckItDown

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

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I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god

Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings

Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chicken is fried!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST

{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.

#RideABike #GroundHogDay #TrumpDump #SCUDmissilissimo #BICYCLE

WE GOT YOU, NO WE DON’T

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I have a hard T-bone of contention & it’s needing to stroke the joke, you’re in or you’re out
Fine lines ‘tween the words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs, chapters and volumes of scat

Leftovers that nobody could eat, nobody wanted to eat, nobody died from & love’s leftover
Sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths & fractions thereof, it’s a matter of species’ extinction lore.

Someone evolved the theory of what happened before the Soul entered the Body god bust

It wasn’t me but I can assume the worst, you are either brain damaged or you’re a moron

Rain barrel stilletto bangin’ it rusty but you don’t realize it, dipstick survived extinction’s Six

Just in case your love in this world turns to dust, just recall we’re all turnin’ to fairies’ dust.

 
Hilltops and bottomless pits of our terrestrial stage, nothing is above, nothing is below us all

Look up at the sky before you die, unless you’re blind, deaf & dumbfounded by the high light

Ultraviolet to infrared and in between those frequencies of broken down wavelengths’ pall

Bearing everything inadvertently around my neck, inside of my DNA, fightin’ for the right.

Shut your dog’s bark down or you’ll get the dog catcher syndrome down your smokin’ pipe

Yeah, you know you hide inside underneath your inner blanket that covers your naked tripe

Brains to metatarsals, the species pulled off the escape from the inevitable result, murder
She wrote about it, I read about it, now you know about it, Space married my dirty mother.

If this was a movie, it could be a rerun or it might be a premier of the Pulitzer Prize of bread

Thousands of Benjamins for us all, the taxwoman is in charge of the falling short on a thread

Off to debtors prison, hand over the keys to your hut, your car & fake news on the AM radio
Punks used to be innocent babies, ruined by brothers who suck and all big sisters who blow.

Attraction to the roller coaster going up, down, darting left & right, jerking the bones around

After the ride, the world is still the same but the innards of the thing that’s me, hit the ground

Walking or running can’t be chosen, we’ve got to crawl on the belly, like a rattlesnake can go
Gotta whistle while you work, slither ahead, shed your skin, mustachioed lips together & blow.

You don’t want to die, right? Is death even on your radar in California? Or Florida or Maine?
I didn’t think so, so, I think, therefore I am, it’s a french thing from centuries ago, oh the pain
Substance and the forms it takes is all there is, this is reality, plane of existence, all too human
Opposite of what’s happening happens sometimes, it’s a fluid swing of Hard liquor, shots Man!

All good gods blow & bad gods row, row, row the the boat gently or briskly downstream
The Long Game is you live to about a hundred years old, that’s called my game, winning
Short game is you expire accidentally, unexpectedly just like when you’re old as the dirt
Six feet of which you’ll be bound beneath, in a casket to keep filth out of your polo shirt.

Sustenance to keep the air moving in and out of your ears, helping your deaf ass expire
Perfect or not, I’ll die when I die, you will too, what can you do? Nothing, I’m all on fire
For Love, for Silence of animals & the Hum of plants, above & below you will annihilate
All you’ve known & all you’ll know down the road, It Is Life, it’s what all the people said!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, June 13th 2023 Anno Domini @ 777 AMPST
{ Jammed my memory @77SunSetStrip bled out a link @ https://youtu.be/BEtCZ0xssXQ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?