@KickTheSheetOutOfYourBed #TimeToDrinkTheEndingForever @CaptKirk #WilliamShatnerPunkinSpace #TheEagles #BillyShatner @EddieMoney

  

THE HOLIEST SCAT EVER DEFACATED, GENDERED A-BELL LINGO OF A BLACK DOG

This isn't as ironic as it appears to be if you don't wonder why you're here & now in this waking dream funk

High enough to kick Despair's phuqing popular pasttime, this is my rodeo & I'm ridin' the Brahma bull's scat

From one's pile of manure you've hidden from the social crowd who get offended by your reminder of stink

Stench is an olfactory quality of wasted time in a wasted place, it appears that the whole shebang has stunk.

Wasted Time in this Space is what you want to do if you do it but you can spend your sparky verve on Scat

It's bigger than it appears at first glance, no thanks to you or I, we're just lucky to be here for a NY minute

A momentary lapse of irrational reason comes when you least expect the moment of AHA, it's all what for

For all of us, the dead, the living and the not even conceived yet, Humanity is the common denominator.

Mercury to Pluto we've analyzed the dot matrix to remain on the circumference of insanity & the G-power

Gangsters who are alive on Earth, thanks to the mating ritual of the savages, high priests & vestile virgins

Evening it all up because it's out of whack and the fodder for the herd's empty bellies, God won't blow her

It's the law of conservation, Nothing more nor less than too much or not enough salted sea of ghosts' fur.

Extraterrestrial or Earth's #WokeTheory of being reeducated in Good & Evil of the ancestors' survivability

In the matrix, in the petri dish of the cosmic porridge, you are in the middle of it until your last gasp of air

Critical Race Theory is but a theory and NOT the Truth about the reason that the species survived hunger

Not a joke or a game, everybody alive needs to eat and drink to keep the consciousness viable, eh buster?

Sodium chloride for everyone, hydrogen and oxygen goes around and comes around, refiltered, infinite red dirt

Of the star that shines the hot effulgence into our DNA zone, all the way down to the heart & soul, suck it up flirt

With the opposite gender you find under your head's impression, if all homo sapiens were asexual, it'd be done

All over in a New York minute, a Chicago flash in the pan or living in hell in the city of the lost, dark wing angels.

Beyond the twilight zone both above and below this terrestrial blue marbel, as Billy Shatner saw One holy Hole

Wants to never return until there's no choice, there's a love now for one Life on Earth, search for the miraculous

Things to be & to do, that were invented by a Will to Survive at all costs, be safe & sound from bad guys' livers

Punks, hoodlums, junk lovin' candy shooters who become the wasted bones & blood, extinct in honeybee hives.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 08:16 AMPST  { Jeudi AM }

{ Crafted from the edge of empty sets' parentheses & listenin' to the mighty @Keb'Mo' #GoodStrongWoman on youtube link @ https://t.co/ZuwY2ejPxs?amp=1 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RottenRipeRipped #ACircleJerkOutOfNowhere @JohnColtrane & @MilesDavis #InSeparateWays

 

MISINTERPRETATION OF REALITY'S SOLO PERCEPTION

You are in this to win it or you're a loser on the verge of extinction, your fix is bunk in the dells

This thing you are, the thing itself before your name of your parental lineage in the sky's T-cells

Function of the calculus is the meaning of Good and Evil, the good and bad of Saturn's o-rings

They do to each other both what they'd want to be done to themselves and vice versa pings.

No confusion there, it's just the nature of the beast DNA that is a random sample of a dust

What I mean is nothing is more important than knowing that you're going to die above us

Not down below the dirty surface down to the core when the ashes & bones go havin' fun

In the smell of the smoke that's left over from the Big Bang, there you are, we are the One.

So you know the dream is the one you're dreaming & never the sureality of your awake chit

To know the difference is to pick up the suble references to the nonsense going on about It

Punks, junkies, know-it-all professors of doom and gloom, all of them monkey around blocks

Ego's all it is, will to survive at the middle of chaos, a supreme being cryin' yo' mama's hocks.

What's that mean?  It means what I said, you interpret the words and the thought the holy way

Walking or running, paying attention to avoid the Love supreme, deeper than holy desire need 

A thing itself that must be in order for everything else to have become what it has always been

A Love supreme that means you're lucky you got a sweet lick of life, aborted and dead're slain.

Taught to think as above and so it is below, I control the various ways to fulfill desire of reason

To be right & not misinterpreted is only for the children who inhabit the burroughs & counties

Meaning that communication of what needs to be known by players and the losers of treason

Camp fire in the middle of pimp & junkie woods, reminds Spirits' hollow night's freeway freezin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIIITH, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Cashed in on this jam from my lips to God's ears while jammin' to @JohnColtrane's #ALoveSupreme on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ll3CMgiUPuU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NorthernComfort #CopyKatRaBoomba #ForgetAboutitAllNow1 #FromHeroestoZeroes #IchycooParkIsWhereIllBe #VeryRareEarth #MA

COME SEE THEN YOU'LL COME, OR MAYBE NOT

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GOD has damned the comediens for making fun of creation's freedom to be good & evil

It's the way it turns out when you ain't payin' attention to the cream of the jelly & a pill

Conception of the species is politcally correct by whims of the species' genders, x's & o's

Punks laughing & crying about their mommy & daddy not payin' them enough apropos.

Guns' triggers are cocked but the bullet chamber's empty, not even a blank shell to squirt

See through the holy bluster of the kin who raised you, their philosophy is not your T-bone

Dead & gone they are as some day sooner or later, you too will be, as 1, 2, 3 on a cell phone

Pick up games on the field, the court or the rink make humanity the gods of the dirty dirt.

Junk in a trunk for the addictive, junky crew that sling the consciousness of goddess' stars

To the apex of cloudy cielo and the utter eschelon of the pit of Hades, between them we are

Picnic in the Itchygoo Park where the monkeys cut down trees to build private wood caves

With a fenced-in yard, like a mini-ranch for wanna be #Cowboys, I'm happy it's our casas.

Being inside a bun to be eaten with gusto, that's a hot dog and a ham burger, Americanas

Burned in the cold frost & frozen stiff & without any capacity for rational thought posers

Monkeys in a barrel full of liquid, rolling rock leftovers from the supernova blast, oh God

Do you believe in magic? Can you contemplate the nature of metaphysics cringing hotrod.

Now it's time to perceive your ending before it's all over, you need not know why I'm high

Not the government of continental distress whose job it is to thin out an Earthly herd, kiss

Either it's mitotic division or the sexual healing of being born alive, ready to die for the lie

Immortality promises to the herd of champions for the ethics & morality of savage trysts.

Shadowy things themselves, brigades of knights at night on Earthly revolving, dirty balls

Dramatic dreams of goofy games people played, day and night, night and day for The Fall

Bums & junkies who devolve as lives unfold, trained to be stupid, we're ignorant morons?

Games end certainly, all play games begin & must finally end, extinction of one god's sun.

Sun, moon, stars' dirt I stand upon & I'm all there is, & can't take you or it, got the bends

That's why there's no room for daddy and mommy, they are not part of the eccentric scree

What it is can be nothing but the Truth, so help me Cosmic Debris of gratefully dead ends

Adding and subtracting the multiplying division of egotistical sperm repositories, dead sea.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Jammed out of the ether whilst jammin' to some @Armstrong_GettyRadio & a byte of @RedHotChiliPeppers #Californication link @ https://youtu.be/YlUKcNNmywk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?