#FreeFunkForFools #FortyAcres #Cowgirls #MorganWallen

LIARS’ FIXED ATTENTION, THIS MEANS LA GUERRE!

Daylights found on the floor in the corner of the sixth floor in the four cornered room of boom
Space stolen from north americans who couldn’t fight against the 1700’s & now we wax poetic
Up to the 2000’s when the idiots got loose enough to control the tools of destruction, of doom
A.D. equalizing the B.C., don’t ask when that appellation was applied to the nature of the Dick.

Hey, divine chance in hell this could happen by accident, this is all done on purpose by a demon
Evil genius type of mindless virus, with RNA but no DNA of it’s own, lookin’ for the holy seamen
Who float about the seas upon a piece of wood or metal or plastic, weighing zero gravity so well
All bumps into icebergs, rocks & projectiles cause the meeting with Davy Jones in a locker below.

Rolling up & down alleys making strikes, spares & blows for the score less than 300 in 10 frames
Programmer of the 1’s & 0’s entered as infinite configurations of a finite set of dots and dashes
Hot or cold, it’s nailing the Truth in a nutshell for easy consumption by the powers that be you, I
Ego the one & only one without duplicity programmed in by the 3rd Rail, Karl Marx’ & an evil eye.

Bunnies hopping around the club in the yard, up in a skyscraper above rush hours & white trash
Games controlled by sacrosanct rules and regulators-in-house, conscience of the nation’s stash
Grace & holiness just because you think you’re so pretty and smart, that’s the program to delete
Check your mirror fog after you reach 50 years thrown down, 600 months of mud, blood & beer.

You & your loved ones are extinct, no future archeologists can locate your soul’s clear skin & bones
You can dig it, they can’t dig us all up out of the ground of being leftovers, wet ice melted iPhones
Bouncing balls, following the words, phraseology & deduced conclusions to the bitter, bi-polar Fate
Fine idiots, fine morons, fine intellectuals, fine innocents, all doomed in the incubator’s master bait.

Gods involved deep within the matrix & on out to the out spaces between stars, we’re all gonna die
Don’t shoot the messenger if you didn’t know already, didn’t want the kids to know the Truth of Life
They would find out & wouldn’t hold you accountable for withholding the Unknown from the lights
Circus or congame of Being inside of you & yours causing all special effects in white folks’ fist fights.

Talking blood & cold sweat leaving nothin’ else but crocodile tears and sorrow for your pain
All that counts is your respect or lack thereof for the one responsible for your entry, not papa
Middle way set, a path through cool winds, coast to coast, sea to open sea, a whole enchilada
Producing your artwork for the poor people who haven’t been born yet, that’s one divine Gala.

You get what you pay for, whatever is free is likely to be what is less valuable than a golden calf
We all must work and not steal from those who have the job and earn the gold for a better half
On timeline, positive to the right and negative to the left, a trigonometric trick, sleight of hand
Now you see it & suddenly you don’t, you blinked your eyes downlow, you created a dead man.

Extinction of all sub-species is the cause of the demand to fail reproducing the species’ genome
DNA & RNA to be reduced to the conglomeration of cosmic goo to be the Divine, under a dome
Magic pretending to be the value of worship to unseen legends from Big Bang on an office desk
Take Self-identity personally, since y’all were anointed and confirmed to be all too humoresque.

Picked the fruit from the trees and bushes, caught & killed the animals, dried the food for meals
Breakfast, snacks, dinner & supper all on my mind during this best of times, the only ones I get
To last long, from my first gasp of air to the final spirit-spit, as the lips slack, eyes & mouth open
Stuck like that until the burial, to avoid the stench of death, turning the cells’ meat putrid Zen.

It’s part of the deal, a song remains the same for everyone, rich or poor, good or evil, It’s Life
Young without wisdom and elder long in the tooth remain the same, the song is husband wife
Morality and ethics learned as early as seven years old, the age of reason, that saves culture
The alternative is extinction, not only will you expire but also, humanity itself is the hot cure.

Petty ideas coming out the uneducated fools’ mouths, they know who they are in a big bubble
Without reason or any form of rational thought between all too human skirts & their mortal sins
Low balls below the sewer where no taxes are paid, no income, nothing in any form of valuable
Schism between the north, south, east & west leaving an empty center with zero gravity redskins.

Fear nothing but the fear itself, be ready for assault & retaliation consequences for being at One
Bad kids born to run with evil, nasty fools ready for max security prisons built in the woods, you in
On top of all gangs to fight amongst themselves, there’s a sweep to keep the dead & goner’s pyre
Fired-up open wound, heart’s gashed Towers won’t heal, bend over & kiss IT goodbye, ph’qqn liar!

by
r j j stephan, I

c. Vendredi, September XVth 2023 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Jammed while listenin’ to #TheRockefellerFile by @GaryAllen link @ https://youtu.be/bnY3nBzkG0o?si=43dKP3SMIFPwhfte }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

Go, Go, Gone...Way Gone... #NothingComparesToYou

 

 FREE TO BE SLAVES TO THE MASTER CYLINDER, AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

Unprepared to die before you’re ready, that’s appropriate and helpful to your surviving, extensive kin
High on the scale of sound, notes A to G, nothing at all H lettered on the end of the Z, A-train queen
Girls and boys, young and old, prepare to die every day you’re alive, if you don’t you’ll be surprised
At the fools’ friends, some strangers, some family, elevate your sixth sense, prayin’ the gods all died.

Friends with your inner being should get you at least to the end where you’ll forever rest in peace
Why do you believe that some lies are true and other lies are false? You must have experience fees
Paid in advance for the trauma, now you have it right there in front of you, cry a river for the dead
Sudden or after a long, painful illness which you cannot be cured from, it’s a terminal case of dread.

If you don’t know what you see, you will still get it, there’s no way to avoid what’s headed your way
By the one-way and dead-end streets in the neighborhood, you can’t get out alive, you’re cool, I say
Nightshade or artificial lights burning gas in a vacuum, contained from escape, glowing, lightening
Goes off in time for the daybreak and there’s just a bill to pay for the use of the chess game’s king.

Throwing down with the baddest of the worst I’ve ever seen, I won the whole shebang, it was easy
Now I watch my back with my bodyguard who lurks around me to see it all before I do, let’s me see
Behind and far ahead of where I’m going, there’s no human who will survive the rigor of the mortis
It’s a stiff upper lip or a mealy-mouth punk arguing about the nature of substance or being in bliss.

Known to unknown in the light, under scrutiny and in denial of the nature of being all too human key
Death or Life are the only choices, afterlife not so much, they don’t return to tell tales of paradise “P”
Dream ended, still awake without any control over the reality moving like a movie on the silver screen
Indicted for the reasons given or not, occult premises for the argument’s validity, y’all are a has-been.

On the one hand, there’s the left & on the other hand, there’s the right, in the center is the middle, so
Only one timeline in the middle of Space to keep track of who uses logic & reason & who does not go
From valid & true premises to assume for the deduced or induced conclusion, elevated to the Truth
As if it was that easy, making sounds blow from the mouth, comprehended, filled the wisdom tooth.

Illusion coming from the variable delusions appearing as forms & shapes in lighted bodies, real world
Delusion reduced to a hallucination that may or may not return for perpetual proof of life in solid gold
Harder to underestimate than to guess with accuracy, blow kisses, guess loaded correct wild six-gun
Gone in a hundred years, more or less, some significantly less, lie, cheat, enjoy the ride, Living’s fun.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, September 14th 2023 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Blown out the #BlowHo while jammin’ to @TheTomSullivanShow @kfbk1530AM & jammin to the #MostBeautifulGirlInTheWorld by @PRINCE link @ https://youtu.be/FuXbKLiW1UI }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?