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mike drop

I SHOT THE SHERIFF BUT NOT THE DEPUTY
SssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS
Full of the scatological terminology divulged from the illogical conclusions of useful idiots
You have a state of mind that will become dead in the head, burial, wild animal food or fire
Pretty as the ugly step-sister, she is fertile & ready to bear the children of the golden dawn
Numb nuts from the tree of knowledge, circumcised a shell, only nuts left, the fool’s pawn.

Whiskey poured down my throat, I’m never drunk since I’m a Headman walkin’ on a stop sign
We always got what we give to the new radicals, they do it in style and fly in for your jury trial
Friends are hard to come by, you’ll know which ones stand by you once you’re older than dirt
It becomes a lesson well learned, everybody falls apart & dies, lovers, haters, I’m right behind.

Word-Up is goin’ down in pseudo-history from alpha male to a female, it’s unknown x’s & y’s
Code broken down into units too small to measure with manmade rulers and beakers of acid
Break hammer time down into your mamas & papas because you have no free choice option
Idiots flap their gums, false teeth or perfect chick-lets won’t help the moronic blather of sons.

Daughters of Blather are the spreaders of the illogical deductions, irrational comprehension
They bear more of their own if they figure out how to cause terminal insemination division
Sixpence just a tanner of value, nearly more than “self” worth, you swing, like an ape in sin
Original or mortal, venial or Copycat reproduction, pleasure to come along on your trippin’.

#TrumpDerangementSyndrome is the Golden Rule of the moronic imbeciles who breathe in
Wasted breath that nobody will ever recover from the Cosmos, so I’m gargling woke blown
Choking up the swallowed chafe and alcohol due to a lack of molar grinding blockage, a sin
Original shape of things to come have become the present time in this Space, rockets flown.

here will be a reckoning with the good lord, your God of the Universe, Ala, Budda or Zeus
High dive I jumped off of when the diving board slung me up more than 40 feet in the airs
Let me dive headfirst into a chlorine-clean pool, 16 feet underwater, God tapped me easy
Stopped breathing, heart can’t pump blood through arterial circulation, Death seized me.

Just a thing or two I can say before the finale of the operation, it’s a counter-revolution tic
Piercing the veil over your face, your nose, eyes, ears, mouth’s two lips and 32 white teeth
Schemes run their course & either succeed or fail with a fortune of random Romeos’ dicks
Fathers of the human species are responsible for their progeny’s successful or failed antics.

Cool that you may blame luck or a divine creator of the Matter & Forms of substantial H2O
For the chaos that results from the order of things, from one-celled plants to huge Randos
Be a lying lion or a trippin’ tiger posting at the door for entry or exit, out of divinity’s focus
Bottom line of the backbeat is either treble or bass, offbeat until the rhythm is right below.

As your toe taps upon the floor, you are an immobile malfunction of the liquid turned solid
By the ounce, kilogram or megaton, Santana comes and goes in one ear & out the other too
Supernatural rhythm on the radio, need & want all that I can get, more than you’ll ever get
Sail away with me, not with him or her, I’m the one merged within the wind, it’s all off set.

The boom came loose during the night when my wife was pilot watch, I was snaggin’ Z’s
Boom came loose, it’s still ajar keepin’ the ship upright without a pilot, there’s no rudder
My cool wife was swept away with no life jacket in the middle of the midnight moon light
Still 60 years later, it’s just like yesterday when I was the Sheriff of Dodge City’s gunsmoke.

Luck and direct intent should gently mix into the reality of the situational tests of my mind
Undivided in intention to have total attention on subjective opportunities as they all come
Maybe never or maybe tomorrow, I’ll look for the bean bags in the hole, spit’s BBQ I dined
As above, so it is below for peace of witches’ minds, good & evil, our mother’s soul sisters.

Take what you give if & only if it’s offered, once given there’s usually a no return without it
Bums, junkies are usually the children of the parents who allowed kids to be out of control
Hyper-hyphened into oblivion, can’t recall the reason for the rhyme, it’s significance of soul
Cool dream in an overheated nightmare, so real I thought I wasn’t dreaming, yet I was asleep.

At the wheel, woke up inside of a tree, my skull cracked in two, below me 5 pints of red ooze
Nothing more to say other than, don’t drive distracted or you’ll die in a superego crush crash
Porcelain dishes called stuff holders, awaiting mastication & defecation in the outhouse shed
Need what you want & vice versa because the rest is just hot air, rock-solid all inside my head.

Where are all of my daughters? They’re out at the rock and roll show for the end of Times
You’ll know the deduced answer to the question when you’re cut to the size of a thumb
You’ll all realize the enormous evolutionary advantage of being smarter than rock dumb
Pioneer survivors of one Big Bang are all here in one spirit to boot, a motherlode rhymes.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Drafted listenin’ to @GovtMule link #Rockplast on youTube link @https://youtu.be/AqWOauHIh1k }

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#CROSSHAIRS #YouCantHandleTheTruth #Rockplast @GovtMule concert1 & #BeerForMyHorses RIP @Toby_Keith @ChristopherCross @KrisKross

FREEDOM RANG THE BELL & CRACKED IT UP

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God got drunk the night that Time ran out, Earth ceased to function in the Space

Ran the clocks and sundials into the ground, flew by before anyone knew it expired
Flames all went out and only the frozen cold atoms survived the revolution’s faces
Utter annihilation by invisible hands of the guilty pleasure, all sexy & newly hired.

Clipped in the rear end to finalize the resolution, nothing to see here or there either
Don’t like to look for what cannot be found, I find everything since I created the ether
Who I am ain’t as important as knowing I’m your neighbor at the dawn’s early light
Bring your best defense & offense since this time, you entered a terminating fight.

Blood spilled until the breath departed the subject and object, worldwide love of It
What It is, the substance and form of the Matter in Space, as fireworks mock the chit
Blown to smithereens, like our sun, a star in supernova mode, black hole on the way
Filthy as stardirt leftover by the Big or Tiny Bang, I am what I am, a dirty bird, I’ll say.

On a low merry-go-round or high monkey bars, I forgot to hold tight and fell Up to die
No fear of the danger in the next moment, having fun, laughing, glee in the inner soul
Birds that don’t fly die at the beaks & jaws of the killers who eat raw or cooked whole
You all worried about it, now forget about it, memory’s in the way of holy, black hole.

Known the unknown and forgot to recollect its nature, the unforgettable regret of mama
Died before I could talk to her about my papa, what the hell were they thinkin’ makin’ out
To conceive me & my brothers and sisters for the right or the wrong reasons, a tax write-off
Grand is great, 1,000 hits of subjects that predicate the immovable objects, you a stupkoff?

Just one question, rhetorical at worst but an expectation of grandeur for infinity’s conscience
Why horizontal bop phuqin’ is the only way to procreate the species, it’s mitotically in division
Sparked by chemicals reacting with our 208 bones that hang the skin until it’s decrepit as sin
All at once, now hear this, it’s all melted down into an amorphous blob of fools, All is golden.

It will be lead too, the gold is unstable like the mind of a man or woman in denial of surreality
Reflection in the mind or in a mirror, either image can trigger the entry of yo' mama’s reality
Opened the eyes in the womb before birth through labor & pain, I knew I got sucked out of it
My head and feet were stuck in the womb that nearly became my tomb, my memory of chit.

Gods invisible yet impacting the blind faithful minds allowed to see the light, black & white
Marked the game board with the start & final finishing line, players moved taking the turns
Square and in clockwise motion, the time will stop the desire to be alive, there’s no choice
Fear & loathing of the thing itself and the forms it takes when transubstantiating God’s face.

Little boys and girls grow up to make more of themselves, there’s no reason why, it’s classic
Spirits and what they look like if seen, the ghosts without skin and bones, they all fly & surf
Waves of wind and pools of the rain, the oceans & seas surfing above and beyond thin air
Crypto currency I save since I back it with my life’s gold, cashin’ in for the hippy long hairs.

Know & believe it, guess about it but brace yourself for disappointment with Truth socially
Frequency of the idiots and morons reproducing their own kind is out of control, on the way
To extinction of the genome, to save the environment’s foundation of wisdom & knowledge
Complex simplicity in One word, it’s OM, that’s all, just OM, vibrate your wild thing’s edge.

Knowledge of subject matter is a secret, hidden wisdom that morons & idiots cannot fathom
Higher or lower your targeting for a bullseye, there’s a million yards from the trigger’s bullet
You know this, you’re perfect and you have no other choice other than suicide or martyrdom
Each of the terminal destinations nobody can return from, not Buddha nor Christ, it’s no S#it.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, July 16th MMXXIV Anno Domini 333 AMPST
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Syncopated Syncopation #MileAMinute #SixtyMilesAnHour

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PRETEND YOU GOT NO MAMA, BORN IN A TEST TUBE COFFIN

Once and for all, there’s a shadow upon the black light of a black hole, it won’t be light again
Darkness for the rest of Time on Earth, a big thing for each & means Nothing, to my chagrin
I see, I understand what you mean yet, you’re an imbecile or moron without a sense of logic
Using language predication of subjects & objects in our #Woke awareness, it’s part of a Dick.

It came in unexpected but welcome to initiate reproduction of the species variant, a mutant
Of humans in the dreams of thugs and miscreants who cannot fathom any golden rule to guide
Right there is the problem of survival yet a relevant tool to extinction of species, man & ant
Snakes and worms slither and dig underground for shelter from radiation of a sunny god tide.

Hems on your skirts have come down to cover your knees, can’t handle a sight of calves’ bone
Yes, I have been blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, I’m easy to see in a screen phone
Friendly suggestion to move out of the way before you become a casualty of the peace’s ending
Son, daughter, y'all won’t hear this again, that said, there’s no way to take it back, so I’ll sing.

Rhyming alphabets’ conflagration yields the form of wisdom in modulated enunciation twang
Call it prosaic and poetic, possible to plagiarize the mamas & papas who let it all out to hang
Your miserable neighbor of nicotine-full cranium & burning-acid heart, can’t evolve stinking
You look far away from here, it ain’t your fault, thing is decomposing the shape of my Timing.

If you’re hungry, there’s food, if you’re thirsty, there’s water & wine, we got it all over here
Beyond good and evil, I can’t say a thing, speculative at best, never Nothing but the Truth
Because the jury is out until each of final gasps of O2 from the sphere of Adam’s teary eye
Just because there was no example for obedience to #FakeNewsLaws, the genome expired.

Here, today, a moment of seconds ticking off the minutes, hours, days, weeks & a holy year
Clean or dirty, thoughts & words of material possession and the ignition of enlightenment
To recollect what has been forgotten and not shared with the descendants still unconceived
When they come and play angel out of nowhere, there’s no remedy for the presence of fear.

Parted right down the middle of your cranium, your dead hair is a feature of a divine coverup
Soul food spiked with acid makes the hogs’ guts a trip on the wild side of the disturbed mind
It’ll self-destruct either right there in the same space it was born or somewhere else in a book
No matter what you think about this & that, One thing you’ll bite, a full-blown trouble hook.

Last ditch effort to keep the palate clean and all cavities deleted in the food choppers, I say it
Now hear this, repeat, now hear this, as an electric shock provides the impetus, old sparky G
Word’s still up, the whippoorwills comfort my disturbed memories of cheaters and the losers
Winning man as I am, I’ll always be thankin' my parental guidance. Love to eat the stank chit.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, July XIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Alien Contact #Disclosure complete!  Drafted while smashin’ the headphones to @RareEarth #MidnightLady CD, cut #WineWomenAndSong link @ https://youtu.be/3aUgxvArlk0?si=jTZ9vVogoBcr1YRC }

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