#PlayedByPlayers #CheckmateKingQueenOnFire #SharpDressedMenInHardRock #PutMeInCoach #JokersWild

SO, HOOCH IS EVERYTHING & #PI NEVER BLINKS 3.14

In a philosophical quandary, you argued for the presence of red mud

Rational deduction allows for the probability that Nothing is certain

Nothing like the finite or infinite matter decay, the impossible's a sin

Matter can create & destroy it All, a divinity's ghost-rich DNA blood.

As the men and women who have left the gravitational pull of scum

Appreciation for invisible things taken for granted out of nowheres

Here and now, then and there the same thing happens, ad infinitum

Pundits and idiots compare notes and arrive at identical Yogi bears.

Nouns & the subjects-objects they name, stand for places & things

Pronouns stand for the reference to the possessiveness of the self

Calling it or her or him, we all, everyone of us, live 'til the bell rings

Pinnacle of success is taking One final gasp of gas, smokin' TopShelf.

On the top or the bottom, the look is to the center, same old story

You wake up, you stay aware of the body's need to survive, you rest

Unconscious or not, Mind rest is a necessary condition of efficiency

What I am is what we all are, evolution's story, lucky to be a guest!

Used to look sharp as a tack a long time ago, six decades bein' a tool

Eventually we all gotta go and I'll leave the planet surface kickin' a boot

Scootin' or knockin' 'em, I won't stop until my last gasp for gas, It's cool

Nefarious and undercover, it's a spy vs spy high, the joke's on me too.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March XXIInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ #JustOneMoreThing drafted this while jammin' to @JohnFogerty & @BillyFGibbons #LookinForLove link @ https://youtu.be/lAOKwD0gabU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TacticalNuclearWeapons & #WORDsUP #KillAllWords #YOmama

WORD KILL, ROAD KILL & FLAMES OUT, A DARKNESS MORPHED INTO LIGHT

Here and now only the strong survive the games of mankind, survival of the unfit is The Ends

Of the humans or mice, pieces of scat pie in locomotion, solution or problem, fakin' godsends

Punks who were raised in orphanages and mansions of the demi-gods keepin' it real in a hole

Black without any burning atoms causing fire and the light that photosynthesises your Soul.

Thoroughbreds as you may or may not be, nothing matters in the end, except honor of the ash

Bones buried, incinerated or sunk down into sea salt's Davy Jones' locker, a rubber soul cache

Gilded with the elemental lead and gold, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen enough to go out & in

Making the carbon end to be the annihilation of the Divine gods & evolved monkey's man sin.

Hold on to your thought for your own final attempt to grasp your own value for vital breath

In & out until it doesn't work any longer, soul gone, nervous system shutdown switch death

A serious miracle you've gone rogue without leaving any signature of your X markin' the spot

Marking no spot, wanting and giving no trouble to mice nor men, I see no evil yet hear a lot!

Begin with wherever you were, whatever you can recollect from your first realization of Ego

What I want is what I want and who you are and what you want are of no consequence Bro

What the educated dead know for certain, the illiterate living confirm as Truth, It is Nothing

Nothing but Mother Earth's burned-out, dirty star ash, we used to be a Super Nova bee sting.

You will see what I shall see the moment before the rupture with reality as we know it, eh?

Naked Truth or Fake News have one and the same outcome, until death do we all depart It

Predicates to motivate subjects & objects in perpetuity, dreams within dreams' skies of blue

A playlist for the A students & the F students, the song remains at One, upon lake or a bayou.

Assume the position, upright, upside down, downside is that you have no choice, it's your job

To be or not to be in the center of the Truth is an illusion provided by Aristotle, Plato & a guy

Names of the continental crops reaped and sewn from the cold, dead hands of our holy tribe

Games rules broken, reconstituted dirty ash of burned particles A to Z, kill a word, a diatribe.

Look out below, the bombs are away goin' down with gravity and the rudder on auto pilot

Onto the center of the bullseye, where angels fear to go, a direct hit means annihilation shot

Took a parsec or two flyin' through Space at an infinite Time but it's all about the beat's feel

Rockin' rollin' or swayin' and swingin', it's your play, you know the rules, Pass Go & Get Real!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, March XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{  #PlanningForHolocaust101  #ForgetAboutIt  #ExtinctionOfGenome drafted this masterpeace of my ID while listenin' to the @DoobieBrothers #ListenToTheMusic & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DkytJLoxGmQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PotsSmoked #PansPetered #MothersScrewedThePutsch #DevilsAndLordsOfYoMama

RUBBERBANDMAN,  BUMS' BRIBES #ScrewedThePutsch, ON COMMON GROUND

Time for all of God's dams to flood with created Oneness to the common ground beef

Without love & hate which is confusing to begin with, everything's to fooling the chief

I got here naked as a J-bird, I don't know how you arrived, ala stork or immaculate con

It's not my job to cast aspersions, I came here as I was before my pa & ma got it all on.

Seventy years ain't that long, trippin' around a burnin' out ball of gas, my star, my sun

We all have a ball as long as it lasts, sooner than later, it's all over, so have a grandson

Or two or twenty, don't stop until the music ends, when it's over, it's all over, Believe!

It's a bunch of pronouns & verbs with the adjectives makin' it look like more than chit.

Girls in red sundresses to an old, decrepit man doesn't help forgive the imaginary tips

Of old men, boys, babies, balls of conceived DNA coded cells without the luck of Ships

Ones that float and cruise at a hundred knots an hour, speed don't kill it's just as quick

As water melts out of the snow burning off dirty bird peaks, god's dam's are my schtik.

Nothing like a heart fallin', knockin' boots, leftovers when y'all dead & gone, baboom

My enemies, my friends are in concert with the movement of symphonics, I presume

A concert of harmony, chords & strums of beats & airborne horn racket, gettin' loose

Every single note, treble and bass, in harmony or offbeat, dreamin' I'm knockin' boots.

Educated from the single cell of two merged into One, early or late, Truth remains too

Thrown down like Daniels' drinks and Jose's shots in the dark, clear light uncovers blue

All lucky cons in Ireland, Brittain, USA, all 7 continents, wobble in a revolutionary wake

Paranoid with nothing better to do, go out for a pass but you're only gettin' the #Fake.

My jolly nature to ridicule the genome, way back in '67 as I turned 16 & I got shot too

With the injections of virus and bacteria blockers, deep into my arms & soul, all threw

Viral bacterial subwoofers & tweeters inside of my amplifier infested, it's why I came

King's joker Ego is out of control, Fink First Cause of the whole shebang, all that I am.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, March XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while loopin' @EttaJames #GottaServeSomebody @ https://youtu.be/WPYzvvaLhjw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#SheLovesMySheetRocks