SACK OF SCAT MAN & BOY #HoldOnToYourWonkyWigs #TrippinHeavy @ChristinaAguillera #JustMyImagination @TheMightyTemptations

PENULTIMATE #WOKE DOGS

Supply & demand with a choker on the supply of protection from the bad guys & bad girls
It’s known as ‘curtains’ because the stage play that you’re in the middle of is all over, it’s FINIS
Pills and medicine won’t help the pain and suffering, swallow them all & you’ll make it come
Back to where it was a moment before you gave up on surviving, feeling unfit, drinkin’ 151 rum.

It’s from a pirate ship that used to park in Puerto Rico, ho, ho, ho the black rocks stay annihilated
Pirates buried the gold doubloon’s treasure and left a detailed map on how to find the booty head
Up on top of the well, the bucket hanging from the rope has it all within, in the wood’s cemented Id
No superego or minimal ego left over in the ice box, where angels leave their horns & winged teats.

How can you fly high with teats hangin’ off your frame of DNA? You can’t, all souls creep & crawl
Jot down copious notes on the following, YOU are all you must deal with, indeed, it’s All about You
Among Many there’s a One formulating this diatribe, a solo failure to succeed at survival, I’m insane
Daughters, more important than fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers, egg supply is all too humane.

According to the evil genius, what is left when nothing is right can be nothing more than zilch, nada
Zero from nothing equals itself, emptiness of your wallet, your purse, your pockets empty of mothers
All girls grow to shed blood without battles, with wars against their parents GOP scatological tripe
Apolitically Incorrect, not politically wrong, knocking out the palookas with a leftist’s cracked pipe.

Up country, way past my mother’s apron strings, some American-Euro-Chin svelte form of girl shape
Past the years of being a baby girl but still being a baby, having babies in rapid 9 month succession
On the welfare of the good, the bad & ugly orphans whose fathers didn’t imprint their motherlode
Hope you dream after you die, but you probably won’t be able to since your body has no brain mode.

On the nature of Time in this Space, go far & much further than the elders ever went into the Void
High & tight like a haircut from the barber who left a little on the top, pulled hair can’t be avoided
In the fight, in the heavens above & the hells below where we’re all gonna go, a Mayfield jingling
Curtis moved & is now unmoved but still a mover, resting until the supernova annihilation thing.

Mark the spot with an ‘X’ so you’ll be able to find it in the morass of inviolate mistakes by divine Ids
#Woke but not awake, no inkling that the dreaming state is the Reality, Life is but a Dream, so row
Boats or any raft to float upon the salted sea, above the liquidity of gas states, a hodgepodge of blow
Wind & dirty dust blown from ground cover, photosynthetic solar trash, dirty God of innocent kids.

Eat the meat, it means you die if you don’t, plantations of tobacco & paper keep the minions too high
They don’t work or play, they merely sit quietly, silent in the four cornered room, TV louder, Radio fly
I am, we all are the only thing we have, 208 bones walkin’, rollin’ or crawlin’ walls, as a cool drunkard
Meaning that the moment you die, get ready, get set & go do the do, you came & saw, you conquered.

There is no cyber-protection available for your valuables, nothing is safe so protect It, It is Nothing
This faux fact of life is the one you’ve waited for during the seven decades of hoity-toity air blowing
Filled honeypots with dirty water, filled the bottles with that Spirit & alcoholic frivolity unto death
How old can you get, so God forsaken foolish that you’ve forgotten the only reason you drew breath?

Truth is, you can die ignorant & devoid of wisdom, your matter of your form is starlight’s refused boots
Can’t knock the boots if there’s no boots to knock, booty is a foot cover & an arse, attractive as my toots
Just me & her, her & me, together until we begin the rotting process, then buried deep to cover it all up
As if your death wasn’t as important as your life, above & below the thing, you know the thing in a cup.

Wine and fermented grain will provide the narrow way for the minions to follow, so being the final end
It’s gonna happen, you have no power to alter the Present or the Past, but you can create the holy Future
Breathe in and out, it’s good and plenty like candy to a baby, suffocation is the way to the Void, so pure
Absolutely empty, no atoms or electrons, neutrons or protons, an Einsteinian theoretical incomprehension.

Get lucky right after you’re feelin’ lucky, that’s the result of direct intent of the Will, magic ultraviolet
Down below the Infrared & above that Ultraviolet radiation from the star, no gods, just s Space outlet
No big daddy or big mama to catch you as you fall from the Grace of being alive on Earth, cross boned
Skullcap over your mind, helps you forget being an idiot will cause your death, a genius body moaned.

Biology of the psycho-social evolution is a matter of random collisions of strange charges, goddess’ sins
Calling Mercury, Venus, Mars & Saturn in the middle between Uranus and far off Neptune, Pluto’s suns
Harder than the soft stuff, the blood is hot and flows up and down, head to toe in perpetuity, no ego, no I
Open up the sealed envelope, the Winner Is… Adam Doe & Eve Jones, kids are all stillborn, Gods all die.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XIX, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 630 AMPST

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

S P Y  G A S

BOOGIE OOGIE OOGIE DOGS BARKIN' #SpyVsSpy

SONGS TO BE PICKED WHILE YOU SHAT BOOGIE #HITS

Coming from bitter ends of the beginning that never happened, in a theoretical silk
Smooth words, phraseology, sentences, paragraphs, chapters of the mothers’ milk
First Cause moved the matter’s atoms into a syllogistic frenzy of fruit loops of Floyd
Far away than the furthest an atom can move from one space to the next, it a Void.

Tip of the top as far as anything can go, there’s a fight for an all too human species
Straight out the box, there’s a thin line between knowing the Truth & Wisdom fees
Nobody gets something for nothing, you’ve got to pay the price, pay the piper cash
Only high dives allow the fear to come and go to no avail, smacked in a door dash.

Now then, here’s the brass tacks you’ll require to annihilate the facts of life as above
So below Earth’s mud, dirt, liquid & hard rock of the planet, down to a liquidic love
Flight of the Dodo and the Vulture for the function of hunting to eat the dead carcass
Even Steven's sisters’ brothers, the whole brood of mothers at large, rock razzmatazz.

Rumors and propaganda you believed was the Truth was always False, I knew I knew
Here’s the return of the moronic idiocy I received when I thought & said, CoVid19’s BS
All of the masked-up humans, like the naked apes who follow leaders off a ledge-slew
Here’s the infection needing the antiseptic concentration of minions’ yellow and blue.

Beyond the battles and wars that alter the Earth’s rotation & position in the galactic
There is postulated an emptiness beyond regular boredom’s ennui, it’s divinely sick
Exaggerated enthusiasm for your data filing in digital mode, accessible to the minions
How many humans will it take to put Humpty Dumpty together, love God’s mortal sins.

Don’t shoot the messenger with your popgun corks, there’s no way to pivot fearlessly
Stick to your guns, you know right from wrong, good from bad, be excellence endlessly
Highlights of my game from the first day I noticed I was in charge of me, not available
Just trust me when you find the incredible so unbelievable, oh my Lottie, oh boy Mabel.

Freaks, hobos, junkies and the other children who were raised by welfare states of being
Baby boys and baby girls who required the human male influence got old without the Man
Just the men in their neighborhoods, schools & stores to meet for limited time, not to death
Thinking that you exist because you think is the thought you’ve been taught under breath.

 
You have a pathetic dream that won’t end, it’s called your life on Earth, being Live in Time
Space is the place it’s happening but it’s the causes & effects you ceased on a thin dime
Poverty’s wealth bought no immortal soul in my 208 bones & ligaments, worked for dough
Who I am, what I am, you’ll likely never know since it’s like a dream within a dream, a Poe.

Function of your calculus’ calculations can’t be figured out on your Texas instrumentation
Hell is above you to the nines from the frontal lobotomy to the back 9 of the 36-hole golfin’
Cream of the crops was the figment of an all too human imagination, fear is always healthy
To trigger your courage to fight to the death for your life & those you protect from a salt sea.

Fools aren’t as foolish as the wise asses who corral the wild & innocent for the love of Eve
Adam just as dumb as a bump on a log, not as innocent as just genetically devoid of skills
To deflect the blame for negative results coming from anywhere in the solar system, my job
Spent intelligence on disappearing fate, fading into darkness, cause of the corn on the cob.

Sunlight, star light beams stimulating seeds of growing atoms of molecular malfunctions
These are our brothers, sisters and friendly enemies who require gods to forgive mortal sins
Pimps and the junk they use to hook the malcontents into the life of idiots between alleys
A double sawbuck or a fin, it will give you nothing but the guilty pleasure of skeleton keys.

Zen priests blessed the body & blood, bread & wine from the golden table without any legs
Killed the inner scent for survival, killing no more animals or plants for food, a beggar begs
To allow mercy on the unfortunate, the less than able to survive, all alone without a cowboy
Given a .38 caliber shot in the dark, there’s a gun & a bullet, a finger is on an apolitical ploy.

It’s OK, it’s alright, alright, alright whether you like it or not, it’s a mental case without booze
Twelve bottles of Jack would’ve been much more conducive to end my failure to schmooze
With the successful who live anonymously in the pond scum of the cesspool of easy rivers
Coast to coast, border to border, pole to pole, all we have is here and now, all Indian givers.

Time ticks off your allotment and you have no need to keep track, it’s the will that’s so batty
To be or not to be this or that human being, that’s one question, the other is, are you ready?
To die after you’ve lived and loved the things that had a deposit without a return, IT to chase
Around in counter-clockwise races of miles or kilometers onto white finished lines of grace.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, 1-17-2024  AD @ 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this nut out the shell while jammin’ to #ATasteOfHoney #OogieOogie on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PhD58dP9kq8?si=muvB6AyyKfjgXNL9 _ }

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

 BE THE BOOGIE 

#TrustMe #NoDont #YourChoice #ThisMeansWAR #BugsBunnyHare #GirlsGirlsGirls #NeonMoons

ROSEVILLE UNDER A NEON MOON BY THE R.R. TRAX

Killed Life 'fore we ate leftovers, shat-puked 'em in shower pan clogged drains
Everything involved in the Singularity dissipates its inherited personality trains
Rats were ma & pa who provided until the torture of being an abandoned clock

 Growth of one speck of invisible light coded into a dream come true, all tik-tok.

 

It’s more than hickory, dickory-dock after the mouse went on up a tiger’s woods
All is about getting wood to promulgate the species’ prime time got the goods
Irons number 1 through 8, woods 1 through 3, all clubs of a golfer in Scot’s land
Flow from barrier to territorial border, fishing & hunting, growing grain in sand.

Flow from the brook, streaming until out of melted snow, frozen H2O rocky tops
Ice Age or just your own age from 4 to 104, who knows who numbers the days
Hinted grim reaper is all you get from the undertaker & high priests of altar boys
Gods of named sounds loved by baby atheists who cry for more nuke TNT toys.

Track your homeless to the grave yards, they’re dishonest panderers of free love
Hippies who protested in the 1960’s are now the socially insecure below above
Mortally wounded by sword, knife, bullet, club or a final blow to the nose bone
Had what can ne’er be had again, my birth & death, side street’s a bum’s home.

No walking down the avenues & boulevards due to evil living with the innocent
No reading the written word of any language, English, Spanish, French or Italian
Russian and German languages are suitable for the children in preschools of Zen
I am the leftover of the PhD in Metaphysics that Socrates & #preSocratics bent.

Atheist that the gods left to uncover the eyes of the sheeple, it’s what I am
Here we go again, away we go from the place you are to the hilarious scam
Of mice who get trapped and the humans who trap them to prevent origins
Of plague and stealing stored grain, grown & harvested by men not vermin.

By the time you walk the 3000 miles from coast to coast, know you’ll die too
It is not what it can never be, a place for immortality, ain’t a godly third stone
Graves buried bones, what’s left to rot inside of the box or cheese cloth shroud
We’re underground as ancestors in crypts above & below in the sea’s fish food.

Unnatural to live without knowing you’re going to die, therefore be natural
Know the Truth and why the duty of the civilized world is to create life’s mural
Pictural forms to persuade the children they are not unknown forms of germs
Bums, junkies, good women & evil men, all related to the original sin’s worms.

Funk & fink that appears pink to the minions who appear to be the A bombs
Recruited by the powers that be to end the world as we know it, bury tombs
Pyramids to undersea buildings which flooded with the Earth’s move to tilt
More or less than 27 degrees with a 10 degree wobble, more or less sea silt.

Hearts and minds are figments of the divine imagination, enjoying the players
Who play their parts in the play of survival in a hostile world, kill truth sayers
All they want to do is tell the secret that only the kings & queens & royals know
This is it, there’s no God but Man is as good as this Earth’s gonna get, lips blow.

Whistling in the dark, nobody sees who you are to identify whether friend or foe
You’re as good as dead already if you don’t know, you are a mortal rolling in doe
Hunting & fishing if you don’t have gold to trade, steal if y’all want early demise
Hurry up and get out of my way, it’s narrow & there’s no room for two, he sighs.

Teach your grandchildren well since you’ve failed your own code to be a survivor
Being the most fit to defend yourself, your ground & your loved ones’ back door
Lungs, hearts, bones, blood, form the dead & gone to thank God you’re an idiot
On two knees while awake in the boxcars of Roseville’s switchin’ yard, old robot.

Murdered in the darkness so you’d not know you got killed, shine a light to go
To the coroner’s county slab, frozen to keep the meat from the stank of rottin’
Mind still works in the dark, but you can’t see or talk to anyone, like Space’s fake
Floating alone in the emptiness, no needs or wants, just being #Woke, #Awake.

Kites & jets flew in the skies’ emptiness, we all came down after too long, alive
Sometimes, the gravity pulls faster than survival allows, spirits fly a dead dive
Hills just the lumps of filthy mud & rocky bottom stones ground to pebble silt
I’m blinded by light & deaf by sound, everything tastes & smells like I’m killed.

Write the written words to be misconstrued and/or forgotten once read by all
You and the rest of the dead writers aren’t getting immortal rewards from gods
Actually, just the skull & bones get the inside dope, occultic, occasional frauds
Books’ meaning nothing to the uneducated, uninformed, unintelligible who fall.

North to the south pole & all around the equator, millions of miles afar, my Sun
Here before & after I’ll be present to be a brief Future of the historical Past One
Forget the day I got conceived this It, a lusty-love of feeling so good, it’s A Hook
A moment to feel a creative Thing, exoskeleton’s locked into extinction’s Spook.

Now it’s time to spend unconscious, at rest without defense of heart & soul hits
Asleep with one eye open, in case there’s the horror of termination of life’s s#its
Among the minions, there’s the origin of them all, invisible, unconscious of God
Been taught & learned leads to the deduced, infallible knowledge, I’m a hotrod!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, January 15, 2024 Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Crafted this while jammin to #Mary by @ZZTop link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=DhlMj34RIBjcCM_3 & @BrooksAndDunne #NeonMoon @ https://youtu.be/8IjOQmwlGmk?si=HQA68tTxC-0kaOeu  }

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W.W.A.R.D.?