#EngageTheCenterfolds @PlayboyBrand @JoanRiversFoxFirst

BIG MOUTH RICH & SMALL MOUTH BASS' STIRRED STEW
You ain't as simple-minded & dumbfounded as you appear to be, to one salted, azure sea
Why there's no simple reason for your particular existence, here & now in the live tomb
Stirred it is for the sake of infinity's whim, a whirlwind land & sea escape for faked divinity
Empty Space, a Void of sorts in a category alone without an equal, your mother's womb.

Sooooooooooo, excellence in your body and organization of your drapes over nekid junk
I mean no offense and I know there's none taken if you've moved on further than the funk
How you know what you know is important but you've got to get the occult down in spades
Rules and the hierarchy of the judicial process that functions as the Wise Guys' of bug raids.

Tragedy & comedy right there in front of your eyes once you master the superman cyberbully
From instructions accepted and nurtured by human nature there will evolve the gents & gals
In the end, when you and/or I discontinue the breathing of gas, in and out, no UFOs, Scully!
It's so complicated, one moment to complicate this argument's deduction, to be angels' pals!

Here you go, this is right up your alley and if you're poor & living in a dream or a #Woke one
Nevertheless, according to the Way we ought to be moving far ahead of fake gravity's gambits
Spinning, wobbling, rocking, revolving in electron-like naked apes' mask-revolutionary orbits
Ad infinitum for the finite life forms which political combustion chain reactive DNA of an ion.

Get a room since you've become so close to one another in public, I'm sure not in mortal sin
Best you can do is get the public involved in your happiness although only you'll die at death
Everyone else remains the same as they would've even if you'd never, ever been bad breath
Munching human remains from book library to markets of fruit & vegetables, we fake Eden.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, July XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 8:17 AMPST
{ Elevated this from the depths of despair and fake news while listenin' to the @CreedenceClearwaterRevival #TravelinBand link @ https://youtu.be/zzNH_KjIZkc }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#CartoonOfCondescendedJerkbags

IRRITATION OF THE KID, SOUL & SPIRIT ABOVE & BELOW HARDS-ON
Reasons for her bad habits you've acquired from her ancestors' morality & ethical fuss
Process is a realization that we're alive in an illusory event generator, idiot's apparatus
Perfection is out of the question, neither is it the answer either, you know, it's all of us
Not in my ballpark anywhere on continental drifts, an indentured idiot of wanderlust.

Funds have been wasted in vane, apes repeating the evolution of humanity givin' daps
Native is just a word random periods of living things that pretend to deserve the given
Grooving to the music's tunes whether you like it or not, your toes are tappin' the Taps
For the sake of the guilty pleasures we all deserve and don't actually receive, it's a sin!

Sin's an idiot's reason for diggin' grave errors that eventually cause species' extinction
Institutionalized man with a jagged mind, singin' lead on the stage of rock & roll sing
Calling things what they are, in the form of matter that don't mean I'm a Pythagorean
Overhead over my heels, it's quite a genetic anomaly, you've got it all, it's everything.

How high is the sky that's 8 miles up there from the ground of our being, gravity sucks
Systems of a Down, in a pickle suit without oxygen, breathing in the CO2 gas of thugs
Animated the unmoved mover who refused to take responsibility for creation's ducks
Flying, swimming & walking just to keep the species on top of herd's heap, do drugs!

Phoenix rose and Salt Lake dried up into a salt flat, hot desert and last place on Utah
Place where ancient dinosaurs roamed and died in the #BigFreeze of a black hole sun
No dilemma left in the problem, it's solved with a zero sum, divided by the product Id
Ego gone superman, above & below the leaf links to the sweet flower bud of #TheKid.

I'm here but I'm not here just like you, bald and fat dead men and women, we're a One
Wrote for the money, created stories out of thin air, nothing was true, all was false fun
Morons that look like idiots, the same as they always have, you just noticed it's bygone
Literally figurative, beautiful at the same time, morons & idiots all change, welcome in!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Seven-Eleven, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 10:10 PMPST
{ There's a #HoleInsideTheJoint & it's centered in your soul, jammed this gem listenin' to @DrKatzProfessionalTherapist 2019 link @ https://youtu.be/8eBR844GD4A }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SmellsTastes #ToDieForMePlease

STUPID'S A DIP, IT PUTS THE SELF IN A RUT, REAL, QUICK QUOTES NOTHING THINKS
Reductio ad absurdum into a green jello mold, here today & gone tomorrow, wrong or right
Nothing like this wingless bi-ped, historically hysterical & hostile toward their superior Tao
Yin and yang of my father and the fathers of mine before him, it's now back in the spotlight
Been blamed for accidental merging with an open egg, ethical product of a god's blacklight.

My face's holes to open and close at my will or automatically without me, as my heart beats
Impression of the inner sanctum's contents is empty, a vacuum of imaginary atomical matter
In the president & the pope, much of the power is transitory, One's Earth will atrophy & blow
Up in smoke or just a supernova of a red giant or a white dwarf, fire up a holy bowl, so slow.

You can shut up your big mouths that remain wide open like the womb of God, wait, what?
God would have no womb yet is the creator of the burning stars of the universal particular
What and where and why may be good questions but more importantly, whackin' whining
Ghosts of dead & gone dudes and chicks on the marks of the get set to go, just gotta sing.

Look out for the creeping forms that want to absorb the power that is lost in Space's forms
Shapes of bones that evolved out of the rocks and the sea water for no reason at all, worms
All that comes out of the dirt, sightless, squirming and burrowing up and down in the tunnel
From pole to pole all around the perimeter of the equatorial bravado of the extinct ape hell.

Gone from dead mother's & father's inheritance of dead & gone human mystics' of the sun
Seven continents of my kin, all idiots and the product of inferior DNA on the way, extinction
Punks believe nothing and the elders believe anything that allows fantasy to reign supreme
Stunk like the stink of a skunk, look away from me, get far away now, the end of the dream.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, July 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{ #BadNewsBirds Drafted while jammin' to @CrankYankers in #Yankerville link @ https://youtu.be/GVEVDT5k86E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?