CONVICT DELUSION OF INNOCENCE BABY #OHgirl #BeerForMyHorses #ImWinning

PRETEND BODY & SOUL WON’T SURVIVE EXTINCTION’S DOOM

-------------xo gods-------------------

Two wrongs do not make one right, that would be a fallacious argument in a fool’s face
It might be the ways and means of the forms and shapes of the times that shape Space
Time too that seems to be a measure of your relationship with the cosmic Brand flakes
Gods and the gold, primary function of a bullied boy is to become the government cake.

If you’re a moron, you look like a moron, you speak like a moron, you write like one tool
High crimes & misdemeanors flap you lips sir Raskin or Holmes of the Sher Locke’ fool
Swine kidney saved your DNA, savin’ pigs is no fine meal for the carnivores of humanity
How now, piggy heart, can we use PIG when we’ve clogged every blue-blooded artery?

Serious as a heart attack, the coronary thrombosis comes & goes with the Earth’s spin
Revolving, orbiting, stuck in the sun’s gravitational collapse in an infinite vortex of Gin
Shots with the tonic got me over the facts of life, being out of control, I created The Toy
Of the Man above & below me, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, CLEAN, reverent boy.

Dramatic Talkie from First Cause’s walking dead, stayin’ alive in the coffin grave, Revive
Lumps of skin and bone, asleep even while wide awake, inner blind faith’s comfort dove
Peace to the ones who struggle to get over their own abuse by elders, the evil are alive
With you & with me, some guitar strings pluck the arpeggio & hit Hits, all below & above.

Original sin recollection or total ignorance of the reason for the Earth’s existence inline
Matter and the Forms, shapes of the things we have discourse about, cyber intercourse
Events are the memory of an illusionary presence & it’s momentary lapse of dreaming
In colors of the rainbow or in basic black & bright white, either way divinity’s scheming.

Creating the creation and taking no responsibility for the actions of the offspring, it’s Life
The narrow way is to act as an orphan without companions would, to be One cool knife
No back up required, self-sustaining logistics to stay alive & comfortable for the duration
Of good & bad times happening to everyone on every dried-up continent, I’m mortal sin.

You cannot pay a fine high enough to pay divine transgressions, you’ve been conceived
Intelligent life can’t be discerned underwater or in an invisible, empty mind, yet, believed
Impossible that a contradiction can be a Truth, back-to-back holes-in-one don’t happen
17 million to one, a highly impossible shot in the dark to a divine microdot, a lion’s den.

Heavenly bodies more than the human females’ 207 bones born, being cosmic void scat
The barrier to the Space between all things in the galaxy is invisible, you still collapse it
Freedom ready for Will to Power trending expansion, annihilation, obliteration God spat
Jealousy of my jelly beans, make ‘em Joe, I ate ‘em grampa, rotten tooth karma’s Fitbit.

Star to star, face to face, understand what’s going on in backgrounds behind your back
Biscuits with grave butter that clog the tubes of the many, I am One, the same as Black
Skin color in the dark is the identical hue and shade, only idiots lack the discretion high
Not the fault of an idiot, it’s DNA genetic inheritance, love is blind, it makes the Big Guy.

Daddy knows nothing, mommy knows most if not all that needs to be known, need to no
Just say no, it feels very good to be in control of the behavior you’re responsible for, bro
Sisters too, you’re not left out of the obligation to be responsible for your actions, oh girl
I’d be in trouble regardless of proverbial “End Times”, I think, ergo I’m God’s whole whirl.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March XXIInd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Uplinked from the @TrumpTowerPenthouse & @500ItalianFreemasons & drafted from #Hades’ link @ https://youtu.be/9FSJKmEUZfI?si=gfmtc9L24wGy6LSK }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThatDressNeedsASlipOff #BirdsNeedBees #IceNeedsWhiskey #NittyGritty #SugarStirring #BootsKnockinYet

HOLE IN THE HALL

OF THE HOLIER THAN THOU

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As I’d contemplate the shape of this universe, I’d see nothing clearly, invisible funk, me
Always there for you except it dawns on me, I’ll soon be dead & gone from mud & beer
Mixed drinks fooled me into thinkin’ I was too cool for school, I was but not what I hear
Apparently, I was the joke to laugh at because they were not me, that’s fear for the free.

Lights go out every night, no need to see anything moving in the darkness’ empty sets
For once in the life of the species’ that drinks the sea & eats salted peanuts on sure bets
There will be a reckoning for the controversial blind faith in the unknown, a day y’all die
Intelligence identical to the day the zygote formed from the gamete merger, angel’s a fly.

Cats hangin’ on the corners of the metro & backwoods barbershops, purring for a meow
Farmers of the seeds that bloom into the smokable flower that gets your brain-mind low
So far down that the deep seems shallow, it’s irrecoverable and once it’s gone, that’s It
Can’t do anything without the attention of the thing itself, pay attention, it’ll phuq up chit.

Undivided supervision of babies in playpens will yield a discipline required to taste bliss
Waiting for a New York Minute or two can be overwhelming or a perfect timing scenario
Cause & effect of everything is under control, mindful of intent & free will to power hits
Mercury and Venus are hotter than Earth, Mars, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune & afar Pluto.

Got some time to tickle the 88’s ivory & plastic keys of do, re & mi, it’s going down slow
Just like it is, it will always be this way since it has always been this way to a lower blow
Kick or punch the offensive other than whatever you’ve come to be, the #Bigs all fall too
Undercover or underneath the baskets you throw a ball into for the points of royal blue.

On being yesterday, abstraction from a present and future Time, a 24 hour wobble-spin
Babies born, makin’ dry runs for the border with rocks in their pockets, no sawbuck or fin
Heated until it’s all gone, stone cold cuts leftover from the Big Bangs, climaxes etcetera
Turned off the machine to rest it’s soft hardware, Jesus’ saves just in Time, ola, la la la.

Beans to consume the Time & Space, consciousness & every atom in every molecule
Gas of God DNA fuels the good, bad & ugly for the dastardly deeds of the way too cool
Daughters and the sons of bitches who weren’t dogs but got the duty/function of bearin’
The labor to give the birth to a growing zygote from Hades, pain, suffering for mortal sin. 

The league of gentlemen and ladies who dress up as if they’re naked bones hide
Behind the barrier that sights and sounds can’t penetrate, bliss is in me to reside
Until death do us party in heaven above or hell below, y’all gonna be a demiurge
Or the other which may be nowhere at all, no Void, no Limbo or Purgatory purge.

Gas burp or phart from the holy water of all that there will ever be, H2O you got it
You got some loving eyes that can see right through me when I drift away, I stay lit
Anything else is just a distraction form the whole point of being alive, get up higher
Than the gods or dead souls of the ancestry, anything I need, I got it, I’m a fighter!

I think that I thought that being mean and bad was my ultimate achievement, it’s OK
Avoid gossip about me, it attaches to your psyche, that’s the defense of my psyche
Handsome & respectful, my arrogance makes me feel guilty for driving my hotrods
No regrets, people I love are my only weakness, I put my Self in harm for the gods.

Selfish humans or the humanity that is all but dead and gone, they spin the worlds
Earth or any other planet around any other star, Time is Everything so don’t space
Concentrate on the intention to attract the good, never the evil negative vibration
Disrespect me and my wisdom & you’ll exterminate it, extinction is the mortals sin.

Give a bunch of what you’ve gleaned & it’ll come back double, so let it be the rule
Push or pull the things themselves, when you’re dead, no more breathing, the fool
Except what is and what was, you can only affect what will be, affect respect ends
Memory of your nature in the minds of your chums & foes, & love? It depends…

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, March XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1202 AMPST

{ Post #KnockinBoots, completed resilience of Wisdom Needed Early In Life link @ youTube https://youtu.be/-ylN6nHgdRY?si=uRg_Yq_Sf7FwKWwu }

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

#FairGame #NothingIsFair #Shots? #Tequilla

I WILL BEND KNEE TO NOBODY, NOT EVEN YOU

Tap dancing on your grave because you said you’d like to die
Not go to hell but to heaven where all the saints like Pat do
Higher than the buildings can reach, near the stratosphere tip
Light & brighter, the whole shebang is less than a poker chip.

On the infinite table of contents where demigods knock my boots
Listing it all A to Z, every language in the tower of nuts & fruits
It’s innocence & climax in concert, a whiff of success in holy hell
The grail is in the tabernacle of empty cause and effect, oh rebel.

Tickle both of our fancies, stirring stiffening skin & broke bones
Full of the polar opposites when the tank is running on empty tones
Shots in the back & down the hatch, either way it’s a setup score
Getting revenge for the wrong done, recoil the stolen secret door.

Mummy in a tomb or yo’ mama in her grave, preserved forever too
Until the end of the world, as we know it, me & you, y’all are blue
Beds made, pillows fluffed for the baked head under the pale moon
Candle is burnin’ out slow, window open, breeze flowin’ to us soon.

Last call of the wild at 2 AM, fishin’ in the dark was a fair idea
Town of the immaculate conception only a back seat of a Chevy, duh
Hearts need fallin’ & boots needed knockin’ a cowgirl’s royal blue
Original sin wasn’t really anything more than a nut, cracked crew.

Birds stalked and killed by the cats that prowl for no chance prey
Height above & below the marks of me & zorro, 4 quarters for pay
Dribble, pass, shoot, rebound, fast break, behind the back & a dunk
That’s the way of the narrow B-ball gym, dishin’ as is, a dope funk.

 
I’ll slam the door shut, if need be, I don’t need to be told to rule
I have got telepathic tendencies & for some reason ain’t no fool
I could have been but Theresa & Al decided accidents happen too
Fault of nobody that genii are born on a ghetto dead-end street.

Debunk the fake love, blind faith & ridiculous hope, anti-disasters
Know the present presence, it’s what you’ve got for certain, hers
Or either, neither & nor the spell from the tower of Babel get said
Conflate the area & confuse the genius, get orgasmic, y’all dead.

Ice & whiskey is all that’s left in my glass, it never empties, ever
My glass is at least ½ full but never ½ empty, it’s not a joke man
I wouldn’t kid you about serious things like that, drinkin’ forever
On St. Patrick’s Day, we had fun, we think, I can’t recall, human!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, March 18, 2024 A.D. @ 911 PMPST
{ Now then, here we go again, #KnockinBoots @luke_bryan link @ https://youtu.be/4WWkBC4MVz0?si=sDIOqFm6XtBCq2DJ }

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