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Wednesday, May 19, 2021

#CantStandItNoMore #STANDanyways #HarlemShufflin' #Chicago & #NYC

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FORSTERITE'S AIRTIGHT LIGHT FROM THE CENTER MICRODOT
Tails full of feathers movin' back and forth as if I'm not lookin' for #TheLook flash on a cellphone
Heaven is the form of the human female in whichever way it comes down from the skull & bone
Mothers of us all moved & we came out alright, a little underbaked, we took care of the scuffles
Sliding on dance floors & walkin' on the thin, blue lines drawn on the Harlem and Watt shuffles.

Hit and run away from your mother and father, so far away you can't visit except on blue moons
Which come few and far between the pretty & the ugly which may be both the good & the bad
On this timeline in outerspace, 93 million miles away from a star other than myself, jesting lad
Streets walked, roads run and still the distance I'll go, short of infinity, less than zero, f'n goons.

Ponies got rode and bet on even though they jockeys are in charge, glue chewin' on the bit byte
Monkeys in the saddle, whippin' the arse to move faster than light only to move the good fight
From womb to tomb, I wrote the words on the walls but forgot to show the keyhole's secrets
Nothing behind the door, no light and nothing in a form of close knit cells of DNA, do not fret!

Meaning if you're not the food of a predator, that's all you can hope for, protect & defend chit
Your body's bones and the soul of your inherited genome is all you have, there's no life post It
Small monkeys and smaller virus packed DNA cause the FLU to cover me and you, a boy in a box
Either I'm right or I'm wrong but in any case, I've made the 1st move, now it's yours you GD fox!

Walk, crawl, fly, jump, dig this and you will know it all like Bullwinkle's rock leakin' wisdom dope
Hot or cold, rockin' and rollin' along the infinite lines of the Unmoved Mover, One fillopian rope
Balls hit, balls caught, rolled, flew out, bounced, pitched, fired, curved, dropped every way loose
Games made, bets played, won or lost, in the end the losers pile up at the exit, drunk on booze.

Tripped to the Earth's empty centerfold, mother Earth naked and in perfect 208 bone form, alas
I am all there is left, no worries about being beaten and killed by the boogiemen in the swamps
Monkeys and the babies that drop from their wombs are what God made as specialty cow's cud
What goes in must come out, if it goes up it must come down, etc, etc, so eat body, drink blood.

Just a kiss left over and it's all finished, all done but the ritual of crying and sorrow for the loss
When in reality, it's a reminder that we're all gonna go when it's our time, that's the pity, boss
I knew at birth that this was a gift, a free ticket to ride, I didn't pay my karma in advance, I owe
Paying the piper for the stuff, the material world, the spirit world, that's what I live for, a Blow!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, May 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:05 AMPST
{ Drafted because I COULD NOT STAND IT NO MORE, listenin' to #TheHarlemShuffle in a LOOP  by the @RollingStones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nAkMTu6q2pY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#InvokeTheFifth #DrinkAFifth #FifthAvenueSmack #GreatLakeSonOfCisco #ThisMeansWAR


ONE LONG GREAT LAKE RUN FROM #LSD TO HARLEM AV
Keepin' the beat to the rhythm and rhymes of the boogie woogie ain't easy when dead
So, pump up the serial success since you & I are the rising atoms of the superstar, Zeus
All you know and will ever find out about is here and now, present in the loins of a son
Of the infants and the defective human beings who procreate the essence of extinction.

It's as good as it gets when it's over, you get no second chances, it's all one & then done
Nothing you can say about it, it's the nature of this beast you occupy, air, land & the sea
Underground or in the outer space between the planets, moons and other burning gas
Consolidated into the gravitational collapse in utero, it's all finished except for the past.

Future will never be the Present if you expire the dream before it's time, no worries too
It won't make a difference to Mr. Sandman who won't bring you any dreams any longer
You will wake up even if you don't like it and want to use magic to cancel culture, I fear
Bag of tricks that are just a slight of hand and a diversion from the obvious, love is blue.

Around the soft outback and even right through the front iron gate, it's smokin' hot scat
Fished the lake until the swimming in a sewer of millions of wasted, a digested dirty rat
Time out and never wake up after that last night of layin' down on the pillow of feathers, gadfly
Up to the hilt where it can't go any further except piercing to the other side, twilight zone, I die.

Walked through and around the parks full of caskets buried four feet down below smoked grass
Headstones above and below the ground, across the avenue from the workin' stiffs still alive
Paid the piper cost after all it was 'pied' and there's no more cherry pie, do what you gotta do
Fruit of the vine will be the liquid spirit to make you laugh, cry, misunderstand and fight too.

After the post education, there's a tour of duty with a duration from a week to thirty years
In between your soul and the door of perception's broken window, there's a key to the Way
Way being the ultimate goal of every single living human of any continent's group of tweegers
Never give up, ignorance hurts those who would snuff fire out with their fingers, flame-on day.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, May 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1555 hours
{ Drafted in a heartbeat listenin' to myself, deep down into the bowels of the genome!  Ouch! }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

@USN S.E.A.L.S. @SRV #SRV #RulesForRadicalsBeaten #ThinkForYourSelfMorons #WaitWhat #RulesForRadicals @SaulAlinsky @HillaryClinton @DanBongino


HERE TODAY RIGHT?  GONE TOMORROW, SCAT RULES c. S.E.A.L.S.

I was conceived of in a hole, not in Jackson but in my mama, nurtured me away from my home
Up the hill, in foothills to the corn & wheat fields of the planet's golden continent of It, above
The creation of this world, this Earth full of Life, animated, rocky dust is the essence of Rome
You and your spirit are full of lead and gold, you will live and die with devils' evil-angel love.

I am runnin' on empty but my tank of chops is full of the scat that packed my school lunchtime
Punishment of the catholic school nurtured my blue and yellow light on my green house effect
Grown from a microscopic seeds left over from the Big Bang of Brazil, rainforests breathe at one
If and only if you're mortally wounded then you'll know and have the wisdom of mortality, son.

In the end, you and I follow the rest who've come and gone before us, orphans and heroes both
Way back when you were innocent, you didn't know you were in reality, guilty as charged Thoth
God that moved the unmoved mover is The One, The Only that sustains the matrix of dreamers
Your mama, your pops and everything else from one atom to the first two ancestors of Birthers.

Set your sails on your row boat as you go downstream to the riverbend's mouth, sharpen spears
Ready and get set for battle, strange men and stranger women want to take what you got, man
Far, far away from your hands & feet so that you forget you used to be all too humane, human
Flight of the extinct birds is over when it's over, life comes and goes, from where to where, OM.

Race of species' DNA and RNA created from the Big Bang of the Cosmos, all too cro-magnon ego
Psycho fighters in One unit of mariners, cracked nuts from their mothers and fathers that mated
Egg to man and woman then corpses of decrepit skin and bone, you got no wings, I'm no angel
No way to get away from the death of your spirit's soul, the ghost in the machine of mohair gel.

Gods and U.S.Navy S.E.A.L.S. KEEP the United States sacred, Freedom is not free, death is a cost
For giving up your freedom & your life for the love of your country of citizens chewin' the moss
In the middle of nowhere, in Space but in your apartment or house, hut or cave, you're the boss
Of Time in Space, birth to last gasp, a guess that you're Saved is wrong, all Man's gods are lost!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, May XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{  Kicked out of my mind this AM, honor to my brothers & sisters in #SpecialForces, while listenin' to @Everlast #SongsOfTheUngratefulLiving link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?