#DigitalNonsense #FromNowhereSpecialty

WHEN YOU FIND WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR, GREENWATER'S THERE!
One step beyond the glass door of perception, behind the absence of darkness' light side
Perfect that squirt can between your legs, sittin' in a plastic chair at the front of the pak
High and dry, it was as it's always been notwithstanding the foamy, wet hydrogen oxide
I left & you left and we left the Oneness, love burned a short bailiwick and y'all cracked.

High and dry above and below the hella good ol' boys with sweatin' longneck 12 packs
Down by the riverbend where the current really gets goin' for the raft, it's just the facts
At the end of the day, when it's all over, a cold one makes the difference, forget about it
You can't have a do-over because what comes and goes never comes back, river-rat chit.

Muck and mire move the religions to the right & left of the spectrum politico, do it, bite
Right in the most meat you got, probably a butt roast or slab/side of ribs, out of eyesight
For no reason, this doesn't rhyme with the words that end straightened lines, this is it son
Cold one you took from home to your roost where Mr. Right should reside, I ain't the one.

Filled up the tanks of Geronimo for the last stand for the motherland, not yours, it's fine
I was here & now way before the Great Lakes were all that's left of the H2O and my wine
It all got high and dry way before I came to take a stand on my grounded flying machine
In the end at the final shot in the dark, you won't know it but you'll be in a finale scene.

Mortified by the mortician & the embalmer, put me on ice, frozen blue, hard, fake heads
Boys and girls turn around & they either die or live to be a hundred, trade you for beads
Punked & looked up to derelicts living under freeways, dirty monkeys gone bats hit crazy
Gifts of gods over & under a freeway's access to sandy beaches failed 12 paks, I'm hazy?

Bonded to the surfaces of what appears to be the graves of our ancestors and descendants
Surprise is the Word of the day, it can't be all there is, yet it may be, all too human hot Ends
Reward for being punished for other people's karma is ten years down the river, it's all over
From a date of birth through a date of death, we're in it, Darkness pretending to be friends.

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 r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, Janvier 26th, 2021 Anno Domini  (A Cold One!)
{  Drafted while listenin' to @Eminem #FALL on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MfTbHITdhEI }
FINIS & CHRONIC
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoTheIntercourseCares? #ScreamMoonShine #TaughtHimEverythingHeKnows

YOUR MOON SHINED, A CRESCENDO, A PEEVE, EH?

Tigers & lions dreams begin & you've no idea who or where you are, here, now too

Space and Time itself are constructs of the human brain's genome, DNA gone blue

Freedom and slavery are nothing compared to the coral of life, ready to be the food

Of men and mice, of dogs and cats with their cave dwelling owners of their blood.

In the seminal vessel, a miniscule particle of charm breaks free into the Void to me

Inside the skull apparently above the ground, an urn or casket or Davey Jones' skree

Come hell or high water, that means until death do us part with the H2O, I'm the One

Been there on it for seventy years and there's One more thing, split cortex?  It is done.

Completed mission from the ground zeroes to the epitome of the peak of empty Space

A drive or a flight or a walk or a crawl gets the locomotion to begin, First Cause's ace

In the empty, dark hole or in broad daylight, punks and pundits enter the comical race

Laughing past the bank versateller, nothing ventured or gained from that awareness.

Without sense and without any gold or silver, pirates raid the haves, create knaves

Unscrupulous lovers of living for cheese and shiny gold teeth and nose rings of slaves

Doing the master's bidding to avoid the whip and the isolation of being out of control

Caged behind bars or inside of a lunatic cubical of isolated spirit, exit of death's hole.

Hung, poisoned or natural sleep into the eternal night without a wake-up call, my god

Or God depending on if there is One or more than One, offspring of the Main Vein bod

Which is empty of gas, empty of matter and form to construct life as we know it, a chill

To be or not to be after you die, that's a shaky, spear question without response, I will.

Be is to exist without a host, I cannot do that, I need air and water and junk to eat

Avoid being eaten by the hungry who have no idea that I am not FOOD, I'm a MAN

Spelling & calculating the data from an age of reason to an age of decrepit solipsism

I found you and I, nobody else in the room, there's no trinity except the solar system.

Planets unknown lookin' like the cornucopia of emptiness inside and outside of gods

Divinity posited because only Blind Faith reveals the open sight of guns and hotrods

Here's the tranquility, the day you die my man and my woman, all Adam's Xmas Eves

Making Reality, a Being apart, departed red blood & bones return to gods' of peeves.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 AM PST

{  Drafted listenin' to #SmoothCriminal by #BlackFaceSuspect @Michael_Jackson1 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h_D3VFfhvs4?list=RDh_D3VFfhvs4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?  #oomcdh

#DoItOver #HadItInTheAir #CouldntLandIt

 <3 <3 <3
I GOTTA GO NOW TIGER, BUM RUBBER'S ON FIRE
Coming into the final stretch of the humane race between gods and men, bereaved
From heaven's bowels of the Earth's core where the revolution within resides higher
Above the wind & rain which is evidence of clues to the solution of a time-looper fire
I know and you know we didn't know a thing when we were born or even conceived.

Monkeys saw what monkeys did and they repeated the identical behavior ad infinitum
Here and now we are in the middle of the dream without knowing it, snoring salty scum
Recombinant DNA in a Void's invisible star stuff, fissionary fusion, thermodynamic seas
Animated protoplasm, thinking it exists beyond planets, a false hope for high remedies.

Of the humane treatment of imbeciles and ignorant, blind believers in post starlight too
Many and the single One all involved in the revolution of blown bits of the sun-star, RA
If and only if you are fortunate enough to be at the right place at the right time, you go
Above this world or deep in another, conscious or unconscious, the joke's in Talledega.

Faster cars goin' in reverse order of Time clocks, time outs remaining unknown to death
Gone in conception's deception with a shocking abortion or 100 years of decrepit health
What seems to matter is that you prepare for the End by being present, the here & now
Y'all think y'all got answers, being priests, nuns & FUBAR ministers of raw, cosmic stew.

As deduced from acacic records kept in a holy cave in the pretender's mind, it is Doom
It's on the way because it's natural, the actual imploding of the solar system in a hole
Deeper than finite oceans of hydrogen and oxygen, a Spirit moves it in a TV living room
Where you produce, then see visions of the imaginary, mind's eye scoring a fake goal.

Nothing sweet is inevitable, which is what's always been there, Nothing is a trick of one
Nothing at all is for everyone in any case, a superego is One & Many, a simultaneous me
Recollect the moment afore your conception in the womb, now you know, you see son
Can't hide golden silver from FRICTION mating, cool cats know it's One then, it is done!

Mercury, Mars to Uranus, beyond Neptune & Pluto, a divinity surrounds Earth's 17 seas
Around you like a hula hoop or a wedding ring, anything that rings a bell, gold to seize
Or the silver mountain of left over solar burns, all leftover debris of a supernova rift, Sun
More than One close to us all, all-good drops of cosmic, hot soup, Hell's Love, I'm a bum.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, January 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST
{  Quote by me, "You do what you do, I do what I do and then we're both done," drafted while listenin' to @WarTheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto ala a #FourCorneredRoom & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WFmCCxMp7BE }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?