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SON OF A GRINGO, CISCO KID'S NEUROTIC COMPLEXITY *

Parts of the whole found buried underground of a being

At a fool's abode, Homer love & hate of the dream's ring

Couped up in the town, nobody knows the centered One

Deeply integrated into the soul's equation of a bee sting.

It's completely fallen apart into an infinite conglomerate

Everywhere except where you can see is the hiding place

Ain't no mind funk down in a box down under or an urn

Sure ain't my fault that you're a fool in love with a burn.

It is what it is when you're honest & seeing a god's belief

That you & all Life from DNA is GOD, the rest is acid relief

Getaways from borders, natural born Martian, dirty rats

Offense & defense of the Way, narrow sharps, wide flats.

Brung communion to my party, shot Don Julio Especiale

Spirit hot enough to enter grounds of being my ol' pal AL

Needing the air, the water & Time in Space, it's My Way

After this & that fills the ether with my 208 bones to pay.

Let it all go for no reason other than a misunderstood hit

On your psyche's challenge to surviving a play, all over It

Matter & the forms puttin' your funk ahead of a climax

It's comin' & goin' from A Center, off the record redacts.

Call the empty Space heaven just like the casket confines

Or if it's an Urn turned upside down on a Hawaii incline

Downhill & downstream & eventually out to a deep sea

Scenery change from a spot, a dot to a perspective of Z.

All of it gone in a puff of smoke, it's the way it is, I agree

With the Word, answer to the only important question 3

When's my last day & why does it have to be secret sight

Question everything, all authority is a concept of might.

Things have changed smak in the middle of rowin' a boat

Downstream through the eddys & pools of nasty moats

Keepin' the stench out of our faces gets natural selection

Something 'bout a truck & a beer sittin' on cold ice & sin.

Red sundresses havin' fun in the day & night, look at it

Up, down and all around, she just liked my truck jacked

Jumpin' in a creek early in the AM gets your chill to burn

Gettin' to be near surrender's Bad Smell, a Chicago urn.

I learned to talk & stop walkin' in diapers, soil to drench

Now to predicate the subjects and objective of a wench

Lookin' to be married to it, a premature pregnant hump

Scapegoating & displacement behavior, being a chump.

Grand scale of things in microscopic form, electron proof

Fat, thin men both do their best to kill blue mockingbirds

Tunnels of love dark and slippery for the dream to spoof

As if there needs to be but everything changes in words.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

* Header is Cher's High School Yearbook Photo & Me upside down, thumbs up!  Exclamation points !!!!!!!!   LOLs !

{ Drafted to @DarylHallsClub @DianeBirch # LifesTooShort my friends, link @ https://youtu.be/9LldYz2M8h8?list=RDMM }

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#Bulletproof GOD DREAMT THAT OUR DREAM ENDED WITHOUT US ALL, IT'S A MATTER OF TIME IN SPACE, THAT'S ALL FOLKS! #TakeALittleTripWitMe #StealThePlatinum

ON BEING HUGE ON CAPPUCCINO & TIRAMISU

iPhones jingling the cowbells, come from inside, sweet taste, quenched thirst, all jacked up

Like the lady in the song, itemizing a last night out with my girls, bums & their junky hump

On their backs carrying the load of their parents' useless mind & body conception of our Id

In Oz or Out, tiny bot, a Ho just #WokeWalkin' indentured in waking dreams of me, The Kid.

That makes that 'kid' referred to as brother of the One, full up on your mama's goat guts

Not your own but a four-legged nourishment, a Pan god loosened in the One's lucid nuts

I'm the One I've been searchin' for, explains why I couldn't find the reason for Being alive

It's just because I thought I was so pretty, image reflected in the polished, magic glass lie.

I got some spells I inherited from the powers that Be, a word salad that causes my effects

Not magic unless you have no power to wield it, to the magician, this is a rewarding hex

Honor of being the example of a good, bad & ugly diversion from the Truth, the Void Is

All there is, nothing being the matrix to grow atomic malfunctions until Singularity's fizz.

On a homeless road inside of the ten foot fences, you can't keep the bad guys at bay

Hunger for whatever you can consume to remain happy & alive, not mad for, to die

Like a bug you can't see that just gets stepped on or run into by a heavy metal's way

You will & we all will actually lose this conscious mind to the Ether's transgender gay.

On the buns of baked plant dust, layers of dead meat, fish, fowl or any legs or wings high

It all becomes the Fuel for the sentimental journey of rotted thieves without gods, all die

Will die even when they refuse to stop suckin' gas in and out of your pie hole, cherry pie

Taught by the D-students who may actually have been the C-plus scholars, I'm so-so shy.

Think without your brain, without your mind and you find out that you're good as dead

Extinction is your destiny, personal Ego and the more general Thing Itself, in a God head

As if the unseen & unknown is a reason for the fact that the universe is so out of control

Random chaos' expansion and collapse of Matter, Onenss Is Being a jacked-up black hole.

Missiles will fly on Dog days of demon-cratic republicanism, reincarnation, god, a Singularity

Read the ancient texts in languages that no human comprehends, read them then be a One

Form of things themselves are allowed by the grace of the unknown gods, powers of a Sun

From first to seventh sons,  grunting voices or a passionate, coughin' up, a bloody rouge sea.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, August XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST 

{ Drafted while on the #BrinkOfWAR jammin' to some #SummertimeBlues @BlueCheer link @ https://youtu.be/as1NcX31szs & @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/BsrqKE1iqqo }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#UnmovedMovies #GodsOne #Bannanas #HollarbackGirls

TIME'S LARGE BANG, ACTIVATED GLUTES & A SPLIT INFINITY

Hurley girly women from Martian annhilation flyin' in and out of Space's Time

Momentus occasions allow supernatural intervention and you've got no choice

To be or not to be is indeed the only question that requires no poetic rhyme

Just because you thought you were so pretty & smart, your reflection's toys.

Passin' the time you are allowed out of the goodness of God's limit, posterity

Whatever your DNA inherited by chance meeting of your parents in eternity

That's all you get to work with, words, actions, shooting for the stars' Ends

Where in Space 'that' is cannot be known without these 208 bones IT sends.

Saved or plumb out of lucky chances to get what we need or want as we all do

Malfunction of your family ties to One y'all come from, a menudo cosmic stew

Bums are just weary inhabitants of the War & Peace humanity, stoned junkies

Mothers of phuq-ears labor & pain to get you breathing & knuckle drag-ease.

Why do parents have children in the 21st century, they're Adam's orphans

Who had the need to cause eternal punishment for disobedience to the gods

Ignorance to the innocent is the reward for ignoring pending Doom, such as

Timing is the only thing you have control over, future turns present to past.

Before you & I die at the unknown but inevitable time, don't stop believing

It's a journey from innocence and becoming aware of the twilight zone ring

Around this planet's mystery, grounded to being, we're full of normal Scat

It ain't The Way we all need to go, up eight miles from ground of the cat.

Happiness to regard the dead 'n gone as the achievment of success y'all see

Freedom ain't free, appreciating an allowed place to be here, nothing's free

Allied men and women fight & kill one another's tribe, continents to undivide

Can't beat death's split infinity, living die, DNA ripens, disintegrates topside.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Jeudi, August XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted freezing cold in A dark room while listenin' to #WarriorRadio interview with #AlwaysFaithful novel author Major Tom Schuman, USMC about the HEROES of the Afghanistan theater the USA abandoned to the Taliban.  https://youtu.be/DZR2vHTzOUM }

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