. . . of @Foghat & @RollingStones @RicoSuave @BoysRoundHere @BlakeShelton #Redecker #Maleguena @ConnieFrancis

I DID MY DUTY

Ding dong, avon callin’ SPARE A STRIKE, HOLY SWEETROLL BALLS

We find nothing at the bottom of the argument for the holes in your premises and invalid inductions
Finish the infinite line on either side of the zero, cloud of the Heaven’s earthly, asymptomatic racisms
Hardy Har Har, for the almost adults, the adolescent boys & girls who will be extinct by two or twenty
Forts built in the middle of a fight’s turf, a territory of stripped, dirty sand above crude, off black oozy.

Who has the nuclear bombs, the nuclear warhead missiles, on ships or underground, ready to come up
From the bottom of humanity’s heart, it’s all ‘bout the species extinction, we can help divinity’s hiccup
How now is the brown cow when it’s a Jersey and not a Holstein, come on man, what’s a Jewish state
Camels and the sheepherders fighting for their sand, Earth’s burnt out solar, black & white trash fate.

Surrender or fight until your last gasp of wind from the maze of miracles, causes & effects of Sunny life
Gamete to mitotic divide of you & I, the twins, triplets, the quads, the quins, all out coitus interruptus
She had no idea it was a once & done, the world changed in a day, it’s on the straight and narrow dicks
Rolled for the snake eyes or the craps, whichever comes first to let me all in and you all out of the mix.

Breathing in and out of the sacs of miraculous secular, sexual feelings deep within the human genome
It’s nothing like a mortal sin to reproduce the species one by one, two by two or in a lab test tube bum
Yes we can conceive without the thing itself but the feeling of the thing conceived is not like the come
From the father, the son an the holy ghosts who rise and shine until they fall and run so quickly home.,

Played the game from the beginning with all of the rules I gleaned from the training of the nested ones
Papa and mama flew up high but got buried six feet down, rewarded infinite bodies without the bones
208 of them missing from head to toes but the consciousness of being able to see cool fictional events
No historical record is true, nobody now alive knows it, sceptics got blind faith, odds are heaven sent.

Jumpin’ jacks, playin’ ball & jacks, what’s up with jack, runnin’ the dozens for minions of the drunks
Hell to pay although there is no Hell, it’s a mythological punishment to keep your ego in a deep dive
Mainline from minus how much money you have in the bank, minus your outstanding debt to skunks
Farming, growing the flowers for the peasants and azure blooded, it’s a pleasure to serve & stay alive.

Blood blue when the sun don’t shine on its flow, on red, deep crimson slit the way to bleed it all out
Meant what I said, mean what I say I’ll say what I mean, that’s a promise, I won’t waver on any doubt
Certainty of the absolute is the only target I see, I am aimed in the center of it’s location, ready to fire
Hammer is cocked, trigger a micrometer from my index phalanges as ready as the Truth told by a liar.

Kind of the fourth one to come in third sliding into second after walking on four balls, tiny 13 strides
In the beginning it’s new and the inexperience of your mothers cause your life to come on free rides
Highest tides rollin in and out with lowest tides which are the liquid of the Earth’s fake rubber souls
All hot to trot, Hoity-Toity has gone Topsy-Turvy & now, Humpty Dumpty is cracked up in deep holes.

Boys round here write words & sing songs, call ‘em bards, females ala males, #Ai genetic mutations
Just random DNA recombinants turning out to be the antithesis of the prolegomena, all mortal sins
In a ruptured yet holy womb, an invader scoffs at legitimate obligation for impregnation, extinction
Just as each living thing must die, each species becomes extinct, one by one, two by two, march on!

Follow me on Twitter at your peril, my father, God rest his soul, my original maker with his ol’ lady
Roads he drove on, backroads and freeways paved with the people’s gold, taxes to block the sea
From spilling over the land’s coasts, eroding the continental shelf back into the bottom of the core
Middle of God, our Earth is our God, the sun is a Star of the Galaxy, just a lucky One off the shore.

Fire burns to keep us warm, stop us from freezing the nervous system & brain, halts a shutdown
Only a hop, a skip & a jump from here to over there where nobody but you can go, your own fate
Without you, there’s no hope of your fate being a fait au complet, complicit with the king’s crown
Chess on boards of 32 squares is just a game, a duel of trickery & hoarding rhetoric’s blinded faith.

Protect the freedom, the jewels of the crown, the thrown & the minions who are cousins of the gods
Never here down on the planet’s dirt with the creation, just commands & theorems for the guidance
Pie in the sky & a 3.14 measurement of that symbolic value, angle of the dangle, angelic fishing rods
Delusional or blind faith in the incredible, unnatural First Cause of our solar system’s planetary rants.

You still with me? Nice follow and there’s gonna be a payoff comin’ up, don’t expect the unexpected
Know this world you see & act as if it is Reality, per se, is indeed the End of Times, we’re already dead
Legally blind illegals are the friends of the Christian Jesus’ followers, paupers, bums who die in homes
Not their own home, a final rest home before the urn or casket, or worse yet, our freedom is Rome’s.

Lunch, dinner, supper or breakfast after 8-12 hours of pretending to be brain-dead, dreaming this here
Every moment created out of nothing at all, a series of sensational stimuli impinging on holy, fake fear
Babies come and grow the whole game of life for their ignorant descendants, now & then, it’s Eureka
Finding the mystery unprotected from evil lives, third eyes morph into an accordion squeeze box bra.

Here’s the payout, the payoff & the whole shebang that will set you free from your imaginary chains
It doesn’t make a prison, you’ve got one chain holding the will to power hostage, spank mortal pains
Here & now, you believe the unproven is unprovable, we have blind faith, that’s the Truth, same thing
Say it loud, respect is earned & easily lost, I respect Self, I’m the gods, I rock & I roll, the gods do sing.

Holy holidays celebrating the past memories, both good & evil, it’s all in the eyes of the beholders
No conclusions which haven’t already been deduced or induced, zero Truth and Knowledge folders
Mark the pencil necks with 208 bones as the minions who follow the leader to the cliff’s edge Ends
Falling off or jumping off, either way you can’t repay the loans or the betting losses, it’s no offense.

Pilots steering in the direction of the destination, north by northwest to east by southwest of It
Core of Earth, imaginary planet roaming in an elliptical orbit about the flaming ball of gas, it’s lit
Until the gas stops fizzing & begins fusing into a black hole’s singularity, what you say? It is done
Bet it sucks to be you but you don’t have any idea that you’re doomed soon, later, God’s drone.

Particular and general compare me to the rest of the perceivable reality I choose to acknowledge
If we don’t honor our eyesight, hearing, olfactory & taste functions, nobody will, in any case at all
Punks delivering your mail, your food, your laws, your requirement to be buried or burned to hell
So, get yo’ mojo together, set & go to the rhythm and rhyme if you can, yo-yo is on a razor’s edge.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Blowvember 3rd MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Hysterical @RicoSuave by @Gerardo in a loop link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/o8_f3kJOX_8 } 

F I N I S (POR FAVOR)

W.W.A.R.D.?

(beatin’ knees!)

#GoneFishing #GruesomeLove #SpeciesSurvivesHorrorOfExtinctionAgain #FISHING #ComeOnMan #FunkyStuff @RickJames @BostonBand #WannaDanceWithSomebody

MOTHER’S CREATING THE ANGELS OF MANKIND, MAMAS OF FUNK

Underneath the ground of being there’s a hundred holes dug into the holy Earth by worms
Horned toads and lily pads floating upon the pond, across the pond of water swelling germs
Pretending to be or not to be, it doesn’t matter one way or the other, tell mama your take
It’s more often wrong than right in the subjective objects of random atomic collisions I fake.

Busting tables and balloons there is no more satisfying pile of scat than that, we work for tips
Simple to be less complex than a many-peel onion, gone to the center of the seed’s fake slips
Fight for your life, for peaceful feelings safe & warm, nestled in place without idiotic chaff
In jeopardy of being exposed to the rounds comin’ out the automatic foo fighters, just laugh.

Home base after you’ve taken your best swing at the 95 MPH heater or the 70 MPH knuckler
Pros and cons of the idiots and morons pulling their weight of bones, less than 20 pounds, sir
Men and apes, every living thing of every species here and now, Cro-Magnon to the Man, fool
Sat down to look at my inner self, I couldn’t take the shock standing up, I’d know nothing cool.

Bringing the beginning to the end is not in the power of any 208 bones treading the dirty rocks
Even the gods can’t intervene, no Zeus’ curse or God’s punishment for apples in Gardens of Eve
Drank the wine from the grapes that grew on the vine since the 1st day, drunk on The Block fun
Pricking up your ears, pricking and poking fun at the ones who pretend to be sons of a six gun.

Climbing the tree where the bees made the honeycomb so my presence projected cool smoke
From the block of dead Roaches and Rastas, nothing else could defeat the razor’s back stroke
It’s Occam’s optical trick, a delusion in the mind of the tricked and treated, a Candyland cycle
Around in circles, spinnin’ around as if there’s no tomorrow, fly about upon a lost audiophile.

Perfect from above 8 miles higher than your mind can get, on a mind-altering substance hit
Down the hatch or pull on the full hole of smoke from a square or hookah, man it’s some skit
Part 1 through 3 got me through to the end as soon as I could, hope you understand why I die
No reason of interest to the powers that be, lost me, lost you, lucky we ain’t them, let us Fly!

As above, so it is above the fray, you can keep your wordless thoughts away from my bouquet
Slipped into darkness you knew & you were the friend that had to go first, laughin’ at the moon
Only one up there, we need a dark side to comedy and tragedy but there’s a light side forsoothe
Mean to me, nice to you, you’ll be meeting your Twilight Zone without self-defense, but it’s OK.

Silent sound of one’s attitude is a journey to reincarnating hell on Earth, I fixed Ends in my favor
I had no will to the power yet I wielded omnipotence from a 1st pope, mighty Simon Peter’s core
Meant to be all as it is right now, here in the present, follow the money to the golden calves’ Id
Power to the people’s hustle of rebellion, led rabble of paupers who love sucking teat like a kid.

 
In no scenario every imagined or ever recorded in annals of historical records’ appear God stiffs
Not a Godzone or live corpse who left the writing on walls, on paper, on line or mouth to mouth
In resuscitation of life in the Dead Sea where pirates’ skulls remain covered in Davy Jones’ sheet
Not picked before the battle for a last breath, Love’s heave in your lungs, forced your heartbeat.

No movie can rerun the moving picture you’ve seen before you fell asleep forever, y’all are so dead
Not grateful to be or not to be, a final end of self-conscious, conceptual analysis of the great head
Of the mice experiments and their genes of replication, the DNA runs you all, Words in a black hole
Copy that, copy this, everything microscopic & macroscopic to the human eye, window to the soul.

Yahweh speaking the truth without a word being said in any language of signals and slogans sounds
As if anything is more important than living forever after human existence, come on man, 10 rounds
Fight for the prize your eyes can see, ahead or behind where we stand, one place in Space’s reel movie
Beneath the sea foam, underground where the gold hides the original bang of the Big Guy, not Gotti.

My mother used to say (God bless her sweet soul) “What’s wrong with you?” I wondered too, I didn’t
Nothing was wrong with me in the end, it was Nothing that was the subject, my objective to be hidden
Split personality between my EGO & my ID forming my substantial SUPEREGO, 1 psycho heaven sent
Out of love or at least an unintentional conception in a dark womb within female of species’ genome.

Dogs fed to protect the perimeter & innocent shuffling to Buffalo from the middle of E street’s shuffle
Hunger ceases to be once you’ve eaten the fungus among us, learned to read & count, got to The Fall
Of First ones to get to the planet’s star-rock inside One’s form, ejaculate mighty, invisible omnipotence
On a biological analysis, reason & logic lead One conclusion, void, empty Space is full of this nonsense.

Humanitarian trojan horses ceasing to be in time, as if they never existed to begin, Man is done gone
Wise or naïve matters to nobody but the ash of the stars’ supernovas in your face, yo mama’s got it on
Hills facilitating your mind to give up the ghost, it’s difficult to survive if yo’ parents were like a morons
Sickened unto death between the gas & the rock-hard ice, future comin’ & goin’ just to pass, my sons.

Like an iron doornail could be used to crucify a carpenter, a hard rock can be thrown to stone you blue
As if you’d prefer to be the thrower instead of the target, you pretend you’re the uber-holy sheep too
Now then, Extinction is the naked Truth about why all Life exists in a myriad of forms, my little sisters
I’m already gone a bit high on the flower of weeds, psychic skills of 13 ghosts, say something brothers.

 
A & H fusion & fission, atoms split Adam & Eve, Gaza bones in a microcosm of idiots, rulin’ the roosts
Your old mother is not obligated to take responsibility for childbirth, your father’s one of the Many too
Fear and loathing of the bad guys who were abused children trained to be anti-human, all faith truce
To pretend that human battles & war is an imaginary farce, is no way to annihilate the leader’s putsch.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  One Blovember, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Copped out of society’s bloviated importance, retired with stipend to #STFU, drafted this gem while jammin’ to mind-boggling UFO @ https://youtu.be/KKjv_DoyE48?si=UtWdusf8a_XuVm-3 }

F I N I S

 W.W.A.R.D.?