#ItTakesAllThreeToTangoTwoOnes @AllmanBros & #BlueBosses #SheAlwaysKnewIt #NayShunOfPooSeize @KidRock

SIT DOWN A SPELL, IT'S OVER, MEDIA DUMPED & EMPTY, ALT/DELETE FILE

My poor little heart skipped a beat and then two and then well, here it is

Ending like it began, in a puff of invisible smoke, a soul on ice melted rock

Fun and games are all over, it's the refused junk from the bums' mainlines

Silence and deafening stillness recovering from the Big Bang noise grinds.

Monkeys ignorant apes as they are cannot see the end that's out of sight

Out of their minds trying to eat and screw their ways to the ultimate goal

Void empty of the bangs and bombs away in jungles and deserts, sky cries

Tears ain't rollin' down my cheeks anymore, I got wings to fly as body dies.

Symptoms come and go from the end to the final beginning that mercy ilk

Sadness and the losers attitude gets your life in tune with the spilled milk

From mothers, goats or cows, the teats leak the special brew of humanity

Squirts come out of the matrix, without a choice to be or not to be, empty.

Getting in bed without another human being is cool under the silk quilt sin

Being all alone & happy with that feeling of Oneness without a multiplicity

Bones and skin moving along the parralel lines to the right angles' function

To circle's 360 degrees there's four 90 degree angles within a holly of folly.

Forensic and criminalistic come after the scene of a crime's been sterilized

Germs, bacteria and viral infections dead & gone with extinction realized

Nothing left for the humanity to manipulate while revolving around a Sun

Just breathing, eating, defacating, mating, creating & destroying only One.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST Samedhi FOG

{ Created outta Nothing's FOG where Nowhere's Everywhere & listenin' to APEMEN PLUCK THE STRINGS #TheSkyIsCrying @AllmanBrothers @ https://youtu.be/Wr_9yt4hsHg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SystemOfADownSyndrome #JunkiesBumsAndMyKinship #MalcontentedGenii

VOID, SIGNALING JUNKY BUMS, EXTINCTION SIGNS

Growling at the threats will get you nowhere, gods will end your fool's errand

Puting your kin and family ahead of the strangers is one way to make it good

Others will not do unto you the way you would do unto them, spin your head

In rounded squares of triangled circles, polygons & hexagrams turn up dead.

Just conceived or recollected millenia after the first Cause let the spunk prove

One's first ejaculation came in the darkness' world over here, dead toes' foot

Chromosomes' keys in the glory hole, Marxism's new deal, fake news groove

Need to see, hear & touch the things that exist here in unity or else, it's caput.

Skin in the end game but I'm invisible at the beginning, lost in Space's timing

Before or after the cream of whipped up teat milk of cows & cherry topping

There's absolutely nothing that your mind and body can do about any of it

All about the ending of the story, yours, mine & everybody elses, it's no shyt.

She couldn't change me but that was just fine because I had a date to be free

To watch the waves roll into the white sand dune, moon took over a salty sea

Steam from boiled hydrogen & oxygen caused a Reality, conscious god mode

Busted before top forty music overwealmed the funk of silver dreamed gold.

You'll get away with nothing, on that you can depend, to be nice, to be at war

Everyone who encounters you, sees nothing but Amen, from a whitey's dwarf

Neighbors to all from any block, any burrough, any county, island or feifdom

Pole to pole, somewhere near an island or alp, gold treasure's drunk on rum.

I got some news for you, it's as old as I'll be in '51, a century trippin' long knife

Special needs children will die, First Cause of inherent mortality, tribal evil life

Animated rock & offensive Big Bangs for slow rolls along rivers, afterlife bums

Lights out, annhilated with a yo ho ho, whiskey, gin, rye, & a fifth shot of rum.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Vendredi @ 11:59 PMPST

{ Jammed out of nowhere while listenin' to @TheBeatles #TellMeWhy (REMASTERED) in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/GVub1QCUCGc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LoveAndMarriage #SheCouldntChangeMeNeither #RunDMC #WayItIs

REALITY IS LIKE THAT, THE WAY IT IS & ALWAYS WILL BE, SILVER & GOLD

Found somebody to love when I fell down as I was rollin' rocks around the clock 24/7

It's not what my ma & papa had in mind when they bore me out of a twilighted place

Lucky I am and there's no doubt that some never make it, souls left on wet ice rat race

Frozen stiff from being too far away from a sun of the gods, behind my old, dark face.

No need to cry about the inability to reach a goal, it won't matter when it's said & done mcfly

What does matter is if you learn how to ride like the wind & then hit the ground runnin' son

Time won't stop, don't worry about that at all, Space is infinite & out of your mind's eye fun

Between day & night of Earth's spin, all here & now as a fact of life & we're all of us gonna die.

Scratchin' some grooves to alleviate the hopelessness of the End as we know it, piece of work

Ten unheard songs scratched on ten napkins in ten days from Barstow to Tacoma, what a jerk

Now I remember why I came here in November, I just can't believe it was just September's Fall

Onto winter days of ice and snow for some & sunny, warm & shiny obeliskish dark stars on call.

A period piece from the 1980's moves on to the 2020's with or without the devil's hand, all money

Drank whiskey and a little water to make it through the nights under the stars, rode & stopped her

My horse didn't want to stop and park it there by the cacti, coyote cryin' for our cool blood & water

Hugs & loaded six guns by my dog's warm fur, cold steel barrels ready to make an impact on 'ol me.

Criss-crossed from Maine to CalExico & to Washington & back down to Miami, blame it on the bigs

More than I bargained for, breaking down in the middle of nowhere, gettin' luckier than I ought to

Took the help from the Zen of the Thing Itself, the trip, the journey and now the destination, it is It

Nothing more nor less than the calculus of dismay with #FakeNews, sand scum's gods & lyin' pigs.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 18th, 2021 A.D. @ 5:15 PMPST Jeudi Amour

{ Clipped out of the matrix while listenin' to @CarlosSantana #SilverDreamsAndGoldenSmiles link @ https://youtu.be/DpUVTr9Lmmc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?