#FakePhantasy #DreamReality #HeightsOfAbsurdity #HellaTwoDuhNawNaw #WhoGotDaBiggizGunz @CHICAGObandwidth @WARtheBand #BugsBunEazeclipsInTheFinale

ABSURD, STUPID, WHACKED, ALOOF, CLUELESS, #FAKE WISDOM

Imagination and your breathing wind that fuels your cell mitosis is all that there is for us yo Ma
There's nothing you'll leave behind when you die, whether you're conservative or my precious
Radical policies of radical politicians from Wall Street to San Ysidro down the sands of old Baja
Pops had no idea that climaxes he had could lead to this here and that there, open wound of US.

Bugs on your windshield splat that won't come off without an ice scraper, insect blood sticky
Wipers cannot do justice upon the bug death, the exoskeletons flatten out in time, in the dark
On to the range for self-defense of my mother Earth & her children of unwed fathers' progeny
Working for the cash, volunteer labor without any payday being an inmate in prison drapery.

Bobbing bobbers of Garcia poles, tips pointing down to an imaginary core of hostile hook 'em ups
For the sake of being cool and calm when you find out the Truth about my fortunate son is a cobra
You will need some Blind Faith to begin with, right off of the get go, we all gotta be bat fever cups
#WhatTheWhat words left a Spirit of the dead souls that left Commands to bawl so come on brah!

 A long time ago, a yellow-paged telephone book gave credit to undeserved ilk, for the love of money
The rich ego got richer and the poor got poorer, the corporation bloomed from bankruptcy to Valhalla
Thor has nothing on the morons who move from coast to coast, being the smoke signal is also the fire
Burning in utero from conception all the way to the extinction of the shebang's DNA contents, a wire.

Tightrope above & below a fight you have here & now with ones you love, until death does your parts
Predators of apes, cats, dogs & bugs will put it all in perspective, homeless welfare for freelove pharts
Mother Jones and Q-anon nut-jib-jabs with the origin of Man, the #Wetmarket or the GD Mad Hatter
Caring about the final end of Life is one thing, it's all over man, there's no rest of the story, it's all Her.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, June 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 07:59 AMPST
{ Jammed out of the Void this AM while blastin' @ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow on @kste650AM out of #RiverCity, #SARS9 &  listenin' to @WarTheBand #ShesFromTheSothernPartOfTexas link @ https://youtu.be/4SFFLklsdt8 }
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#ChillinOvertimeAsleepInMyStationWagon #IsItFridayYet #HellNo #ItAintKilledMeYet #HeSaidDADDY

SKELETON KEYS MADE TO UNLOCK ROCKS, ROLLIN' BLISS INTO HOLES
Monks who hide are free devils in caves & hovels of mud, in which they shiver when fear rises
To keep them warm and ready for battle at any moment, twenty four hours everyday in crisis
Sleeping with one eye open because nobody really ever has your back, most folks blink, I did
Apes fast asleep at the wheel when driving in the desert at night, no headlights, off the grid.

Porcupines and eels just two amazing lives of the many, in defense of their hearts & souls
Ready to poke or shoot some spine or even electric-shock the apeman to immobilize limbs
Nothing but fear to defend myself agains, embodied by the ignorant and the lame past tense
Fine point to establish the facts, I feed threatened, I'm armed, dangerous and foster silence.

Invoice to list the charges and the taxes I must pay the master of the planet, 7 pounds of skin
I don't have that much on me so I am searching for someone who matches an imaginary icon
Civilian or military in the mix with anyone else in good physical and economic shape for good
Or bad or ugly, in any case, a trifecta of always and forever, dictates the dick, so in the mood.

This siren calls and I move to objectify the subject at hand, near death experience my #NDE
In one moment, everything changed, what has been taken for granted is now the what I see
Random shots in the darkness' penumbra, exhibit A, you're here, exhibit B is Life's too human
It's all innocence, no worried brows 'cause there's no beginning to IT, it is what it is, Sam I am!

Scene 1 and Round 3 of the match between Love and the other panaceas goin' around town
Jack Daniels helped me hang in there too, for a round or two, gone to  Church lyric sneakin'
Up in my craw by where I feel like I gotta burst out of the bag, kickin' & screamin' to bleedin'
Black & blue but I never knew what runnin' the dozens meant to the trip, up with yo' mama.

Fecal toxicity will kill you, you'll be full of the bull's scat both literally and figuratively, in tune
You will be alive until the day you die, that's one of the facts of life, no charge but I take tips
Watched rivers and the lakes for the boats, kayaks and swimmers and how many died today
Drowned or accidentally killed by man or animal or clumsy intent, then reincarnated as a boy.

Baby grown up to an old man in a century of grim grief and ecstatic moments of blissful glow
It's the easiest thing to do, just let it all be and take one last gasp of breath in unknown blow
You know what I mean, you know the thing, what I'm trying to say is, it's the harbinger's high
Planet or a saint's savior who died & went to Space's heaven of the halo-way, living color dye.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Monday, Memorial Day, May XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST
{ Like pops taught me, Truth, #LiveInFrance @EricChurch @ https://youtu.be/nYq5K40juA4 }
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 ...THINKIN' 'BOUT TAKIN' A SWING!

#MotherlineMeAndTheVoid @EricChurch #ItsOverWhenItsOver @LennyKravitz #EmptiedHairDreads

A JET'S SONS @WORK, ATOMIC ONES & EVE'S STARLIT, INJECTED VENOM

Googling Nuke missile strikes from A, L & Sea, the Bees will sting, it's all over, holy one #FakeNews

Holy scat can't be denied, it's payday for clean sweeps of good times in outer space, loved my booze

Landed animals in the phylum & the class A uniforms of windbags & vultures who're on a salt sea hunt

Princes & their queen mothers are here & now, conceiving the no-brainers, winning on 3rd down punts.

Miraculous effects of The First Cause math, calculus is there in front of your third eyes, yo minions

Drank the coke and the sevens up and Jack, it was not easy to recommend myself, one of seven sons

Yet here I am right in the middle of the fray, days or years, maybe minutes before I die, so lay it on

Thick as a clay brick just out of the kiln, as hot as lava but there's no reason for the pain, we're done.

Dudes in the trunk & they are going bat chit crazy, claustrophobic & soon to die, breed @speed

Seeing in the mirror just to make sure you're here, you'll leave the iron wall believing it's all free

Somnambolistically yours and I know you can't relate so, just go back to sleep and set your sails

You're no free choice in any case, you're trapped in the jungle at the end of the trail, the entrails.

Dead and gone, silent as the empty space between your ears and outside of the Earth spinning

Mother Nature is fooled, this is a dream within a dream and she has no idea that's mortal sinning

Doin' what comes natural is not so natural afterall, it's against the divine law of the invisible Ga

Cavemen hooked up chariots on griffin to the sky and saw Nothing up close, Siscumba, Ra Ra Ra.

Take those lugnuts off, drop your rubber and replace with the coffin dirt, Earth above, below's fun

That's what it was all about, same as an aborted fetus or misconceived promotion, overloaded one

Not only are you ignorant and unenlightened, you cannot be redeemed by your tiny baby android

You knew the score, imprinted signals of invisible chokin' forkballs onto the Sun's flat-lined Void.

Puny and impudent due to the nature of the bastardized beast, a priest, a nun, a baby, a holy one

You've got to hand it to the handmaidens and if you don't, it won't matter because it is what it is

Meaning that you've got no control over any of the causes and effects of the world, not now or ever

Dream that you've got the power and you fight an opposing power with adept rings of God's power.

Drug things' Oneness through muck & mire, too far gone 'fore a Big Bang's Dwarf killed the MILF

Sorry for you & my mama bein' in a coma, it'll expire for all to be oblivious, not to be know-it-alls

Became fillers of empty, holy, dirty holes dug 6 foot downunder dead ash, play paddy cake yourself

A lowrider's cool cucumber ways & means, to unwed mother cholos, the amiga cardiac arrest calls.

Worked for the gravy that I ate 'til it disappeared, then nothing was left over for a nutty riddle

They cried and starved to death because they didn't know how to hunt & cook the hot vittles

Somethings are no good, some are evil, opposite of live & dead and gone away to all My Space

Thunder above & below, I'm grounded in being here & now, love me & GTF out my #GD Face!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Memorial Day, #freedomAINTfree May 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{  Jammed to @EricChurch #OverWhenItsOver in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY )

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