GUESSIN' THE FINAL RESTING #ABSOLUTEPERFECTION #TerrestrialInsultsOfUFOs & #EightHoursOfWhiskeyBlues #CacheForCASHcon

GODDESSES PLAYING GOD

In no uncertainty principle ever imagined has there ever been an archangel

As if there ever were any winged beings without any atomic matter of Hell

Complicated simple mind you’ve acquired through the edification of Psyche

Nobody you know is inside your mental awareness, stick a finger in the dyke.

I’m artificially intelligent, intellectually dishonest on a regular basis, put-ons

Staged in every head, in every language, whether orphaned or deep fake fun

You and I will blow your families socks off, just pay them off with bitcoin cons

Which way is up and where’s the next wall to run into, dead meat’s well done.

Punks subtracted and multiplied by the great divide’s addition to the subset

It’s a quantity & range of quality from trash to diamonds & gold without debt

Beginning zygote to the corpse, give me a break, convolute the amazing spirit

It came before me & will be here once again, forever without end, this is all It.

Deduced conclusions ala rational inductions you’ll assume with no choice

It’s the lovers vs. the haters, One is all and Many is some of the girls & boys

To a Time from shadows, darkness silhouetted by blazing, fusion & fission

Void is omnipotent obliteration of all atoms into species’ hyper extinction.

As above, so below means, there’s nothing at all anywhere in eyesight’s see

Call me when you get the urge, number’s unlisted and that’s what it is to be

Crying won’t help you become nimbler at incorporating data bytes, git, Git!

You’ve got to acknowledge your vulgar hunger for It, the Truth as we know it.

Listen carefully to every word I’m going to say, it’s verbatim from a good book

Complicating the cancellation of this thing called Life on Earth, it’s annihilation

Word up, it’s foretold for the ones who emit the photons of haters & dreamers

One becomes the too Many, recede from the stars & enter Black Hole trousers.

Pumping up the power in the empty goat bladder, turn the bounce into a @Wilson

Balls of the Base, the Basket, the Course, the Court & Field & into the blazin’ sun

Mothers of the inventions which both came & went in a wisp of blown north wind

Guys turn the gals who married the mothers of grandfathers they won’t rescind.

Petting zoo, inside of a female blouse in every culture, Way to the species’ survival

All about the mammary glands man, even if you don’t blossom, pregnancy will do

Gitter done dawn until dusk, with a favorite One who needs to replicate the crew

You better shop around too, you need to eliminate the chaffe & keep it aqua blue.

Perks and the penalties are humungous but sometimes Scat happens & we pivot

From the no place you were going to go changed from the place you’ve arrived at

It may be fair or foul when you’re playin’ ball of any sort, the rules are sacrosanct

If you forget the rule & violate spirit of “Man” regulation, you will still be spanked.

Hairy Harry was hot before he turned stoned cold, a cadaver stiff upon a steel slab

It’s why you followed the dots on the page, tracing from One to one eleven on a tab

Kicking balls, throwing & slapping the sticks and stones with all my might, a put-on

For the masses of the people who never open their eyes, I offer the clear light’s gun.

Shot down in flames, as the planes and jets often do, enemies annihilate the hero

It’s the way of the world, it’s narrow & untraveled by most, to get the reward’s glow

Cash, diamonds, gold, land from the mountains to the open sea, border czar funk

Up in my grill, makin’ me blow scorched chunks, all too human, word salad bunk.

Not our fault, the mud & blood mixed with the beer, caused our DNA to bloviate

High or low, the catch phrases and non-sequiturs are my forte, #TheyreGrrrrraeatt!

Caught in the crossfire, not aiming for me but the bull’s eye behind my striped tail

Here & now, heretofore, forthwith the band, the groupies light my fire, it is my pall.

Last gasp, mouth agape, eyes seeing everything & everyone, but they think, I died

I could care less since I would be there for no more than another blink, I’d be fried

On a chemical mixture that mixes with the acid within the membrane, I get so high

Looking up and all around, all matter is all gone, I’m left without a piece of 3.14 pi.

I’ll buy Ferrari if you don’t care to keep the form & function of the Stock’s pig iron

Willing to fly over a hundred miles per hour in one hour, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera

Candy, love, sex as the trilogy keeps the DNA pure for the multiplication of the Rock

Earth’s Space, dust in the wind carries a promise, WTF is #What, the Herd’s a flock.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 9-Twenty-One-MMXXIV A.D.

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the song by @Dave_Mason called:  #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Cn0tnfv0KCc?si=meLelqyawygEkemI & DelaneyAndBonnie link @https://youtu.be/ecTQjNwYUss?si=0WLBC33Y6kB4nzPP }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

Truth Say Not One Word #OnenessIsThrillingClimaxToEarthLIFE #CATS here before the cavemen!

ROW C.I.A. BOATS, T.N.T. PAGERS & SCAT-SHIPS

Filling station where you charge your batteries under the bridge of highs & lows

Money ain’t in the bank yet, gotta wait for the transfer of funds via my eyebrows

Rope in Texas hangin’ nooses from high trees at high noon & then whiskey shots

Time for us to settle down the kids, they’re full of energy from eating with no rest.

Don’t need the stationary place for my bones unless it’s safe to close my eyes

You never know when the bastards come stalkin’ to stab you or slice you up too

Maybe use you for the stew they make for the minions who dance around the park

Around the bonfire so hot and bright, you forget about the evil lurking in the dark.

Brought the impossible argument to it’s final conclusion, no coming right back

Letters all you’ll ever get for years and you never right back, a game I ain’t playin’

Shelter in the storm, I found my own lean-to and it’s better than being behind home

Alley dark below this Earth, lasts longer being nothing but empty Void, God’s a bum.

Taught me how to sound like everybody else who understands getting beyond all of it

As if you could have the entire time, years since the infraction of the Dogecoin chit fit

Ethereum is personal, unconscious & reactive as all other cause & effect that happens

The difference between the two is that The Truth kills The Lie, look out below, God sins.

There’s no need to spar about who is right or wrong, humanity figured out light’s speed

Following your mother into the black hole where she went down that divine rabbit hole

Where the spasms roll through the nervous system, causing the inebriation of the fool

Ready to expire the bones, it’s temporary extinction for the soul’s inner spiritual tool.

Superman & wonder woman mated to create a Dyson Sphere, Nothing like a Tabby star

Power up your energy output on each star in the Milky Way, terraform the world’s K-car

I found the middle of the Dyson Sphere, we travel like the Jetsons with super sprockets

Manipulating the very fabric of the matter & shapes of things all in temporary subsets.

Physics and astronomical reality aside, asleep in a dream now and then, happy too

Unhappiness achievement independent of the Class 3 forces, pure energy = voodoo

The cyborg revolution is accelerating upto light speed, no need to burp heaven scents

It’s comin’ chief, like it or not, you’ve got no choice, taught by native master sergeants.

Come see and you’ll invent the rest that’s missing from the present, the past recalled

If history of you yourself is all you can recall, well that’s enough to fight ‘til a bitter end

Keep mindful, a motto, Survival of Fittest, #Woke read incursive writing, enclave’s Void

Dark inside but fire enlightens the unknown, sheds light on fake facts of life destroyed.

You got your head on a swivel, command & control of ancient civilization, a Future too

Prick your head up out of the sand, your feet & everyone else’s hooves are deep in mud

Nobody’s legs can animate all things, the forms of animated Earth mud, it’s a live crew

Ghosts in the machines, call them your relatives & friends & strangers in the wild blue.

Yonder you’ll be & in retrospect you’ll never recall with brain & mind embedded in DNA

Deep and dark Outerspace, far away from our starlight Sun, the father of straight & gay

Extinction is the effect of failure to propagate the DNA matter between sex and candy

For what it’s worth, last blink, you’re blind, no gasp of breath, BAM, Nothing, y’all Free.

No judgement day, promised land or hell fire, The Way to control the herd’s shepherds

Ten commands, theorems & corollaries to guide & control the Way, virus of free birds

Nested higher than kites can fly, when the wind dies, the flight reduces the big smoke

Your mama knows she is the blame, now you know, it is all about, “Your Mama, man!”

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, 9-19-MMXXIV Anno Domini @911 AMPST

{ Crafted while listenin’ to @PitBull, @TraceAdkins  & @LukeBryan #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=evjfo3g8A3iq_QRX }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

C.I.A.  72 VIRGINS TOO SOON?

LYING LIARS AIN'T LYIN' BLOKE SO WOKE, NEED A WILDASS TOKE

NOTHING BUT EARTH & MOON IN A VOID OF BLACK A(D)TOMS

On the nature of being between rocks & hard places, mantra gin & whiskey
Dialogue and holy commands of the commanders followed a “T” grey beauty
Truth about lies & rampant fabrication of lying liars who grace our Earth
Place in Outerspace with junk & #StarWars in defense of offense, Afterbirth.

We’re inside the Marxist placenta, it’s eating itself in a word misspelled by a bloke
Spelling bumblebee and the other words used by darling loves who remain Woke
Hard liquor you see ahead in a glass, a neat one of Jack, in charge of minions
Knowing nothing, believing in blind faith’s indoctrination of first-last strike sins.

Who said what about how & why you know when one is being offered ends’ gold
Full throttle to keep Time in a bottle so it doesn’t get poured out & drunk to get old
Hey man, it ain’t my idea, this is the way it is and the way it’s gotta be original OG
Got with it in a groove, followed the force of centrifugalism into spin of neon skin.

Black & white just like the old TV’s used to be, there was no color in cathode gas
It has the WORD that got made flesh in the radio & TV waves paid back, jackass
Gods above & below Earth’s moon, they’re all AWOL & come back to witness
Revolution between powers that be and the ones that want to be, Wannabees.

Contents are unknown but the fixings of conglomerat can't be underestimated
Fix has been in for centuries, millennia it’s one & the same thing now, God & Ted
Billing you & me for the payments to red devils & horned gods of a Viking queen
Peaks of the mountains got chopped off by a UFO’s needing gold backs uptown.

Nowhere a Milky Way, far, far away from anywhere, UFO clouds, bring it to me
Pricking up ears in a holy sepulcher, just to raise the dead ad infinitum, dreamy
Phoenician & the rockin’ relatives of the original G’s, Adam, Eve, Cain & Abel
Willing to let it all go if you pay me a ransom, billion bucks in a gold, cash bell.

Perks of rock candy jelly in bean form, rocking holy smoke’s routine, put-on folks
Like it or not & only if you DON’T, all matter of telling the truth, the ol’ okie doke
Pumped up air into the jump shots, miracle is that you still breathe gas up to it
Instant peasants required to aid kings’ chores queens want done, bunch-o-chit.

Complete asinine punks and their progeny’s parents which is selfie's final exam
Running a chit show of this planet’s civilization until a bitter end, a put-on scam
Cringe-worthy to examine under a microscope to avoid the Eve of Extinction
Old men & young men, mothers, sisters, wives & friends, are mortals’ sin-skin.

No free will or choice, good, bad or ugly, it just is what it is, substantial Zero
As above  so it & is exactly the same below, ala core to stratospheric blow
Brimming from the top of a scalding, hot café con leche, T-cell damned, hotrod
Eight by Six, 30 days in the hole or when it’s fiesta time, that’s a recall to God.

Misanthropification of mercy in holy gravity, below & above grounded, red dirt
In a flow around & over the rocks because I can do that, Dusty, total cock Block
Schism cracked glass in the canopy, free for all animation straight to the top’s tip
Hair shaved, grown underground & clipped over & over ad infinitum, time to RIP

Hot takes from trouble hooks & lures that the river flowed by a carbon hot rod
Tush I looked below & above for no reason other than to generate a people god
Men, women, gods & illusions of extinction for air & ground, orbit's chaos key
Nothing lasts forever, be Nothing forever, hillariously yours I am #DictatorFree.

.by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Septembre XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini # 1111 AMPST
{ Crafted out the Void while jammin’ @PITBULL concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9H8tZ3vKM8U }

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

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