#FoundTheLost #LostTheFound #InLikeFlint #ForChitzAndGiggles #GOW @GodsOfWar #GetRidOfFilibusterJoe

IT'S MY EMBRYONIC BIT, THE ONLY WAY, PATHWAY TO BABY

Grenades of bums aborting junky eggs, 'cause they lived in orange/blue tents

Near the railroads but not on the railroad property or they're all exterminated

Gods in stories full of words that appear to cast a spell upon the unvaccinated

Hot or cool chicks & dudes, America made slaves of ape's punks heaven sends.

Color of skin matters nothing at all to the dead underground, take my word up

To the top of the pack of idiots in charge of the rest of the morons, my bretheran

In church, in temple, in mosque or just a pagan athiest without a blind faith's sin

Of being all too human, free chooser of behavior, responsible for moves, action.

In the end, mystery is a necessary & sufficient condition for a pandemic cool fool

Nobody just like me to animate my soul, mind, consciousness, it's over, that's it

Don't shoot or stab the messenger, this is a self awareness ticket to the end, Chyt

No encore though, just a dropped mic boom on a loud speaker, you're in school.

Graduation at one last gasp of gas, above or below the atmosphere of outerspace

Evolution theory, creation blind faith in Presence of Divinity in DNA, acid's face

Species' necessary condition of a flow, divine elimination of disease, kiss a date

Nothing but a Void to avoid, don't choke or breathe 'til you're clear of lucky fate.

Give me the water, my thirst is stronger than hunger, you and I can't make deals

I am going to find a body floating next to mine when we've been drowned meals

For the fish, no joy for sharks of the sea, CO2 no O2, only plants will survive soot

Mother Earth, Dad of a Bureau of Rules, Commands & punishment, word afoot.

Yin & Yang, that's all folks, The Ends, click, caput!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June 30, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted  jammin' to @BrooksAndDunn link @ https://youtu.be/nw1wEccyusg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LookinforMyLove #SPIRIT

NOTHING TO LOSE YOUR HEAD OVER & OUT

Not following or swallowing gourmet filet humane, too human beets

Bloody stoned from the morning dew to the sundown tangerine seeds

I cannot go along with the program since I ain't a cyborg you are, son

Nothing personal but you're advanced not a pariah of way gone done.

In the name of a father's origin germ-code, rando recombo DNA jizz

Of the men, the mice, the roaches and rats, all a miracle of showbiz

On the stage, acting for cameras that roll & rocky 'round, dirty balls

Punks & fired up junkies lookin' to fix their brain in plethora's halls.

Hunker down in a bunker, it's going to be ending before long, SOS

I'm not just sayin' it's the generator of the things, sea of corny blows

Against your body, mind and every other atom of matter, it's a mess

Fortune of one's ignorance & intelligence, a lucky gasp, God bless!

So, inferences into the deductions & on to the propositional, so logical

It's Matter of Time's Space, nouns, verbatim object being predicated so

Magical that One joy is taken for granted, a deletion button works

Tapping it all over again, deep questions without answers for dorks.

Now and then, here and now, you think you got your act together, NO

Radical, liberal, criminally innocent's sins, mothers' nailed ipso

Facto in a dream, before and after it's all over too, Matter-Time ID

Ripped out of an owl's inner soul, it's wisdom for O-birds, so we see!

No sparrow, oriole, robin or cardinal around to fly above a treetop

In love on a two way street, one way avenue and boulevard. can't stop

Moved Matter post conception, meter by yard, slag of a footloose hag

Live mirror of what can't be seen, reflect the empty, visible-air jagbag.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Signify this monster credit to the writing on the wall & listenin' to @Supertramp #TheLogicalSong link @ https://youtu.be/low6Coqrw9Y & #LIES by @TheKnickerbockers link @ https://youtu.be/BH9YRpz757Y }

 A VAIN HOPE IN A RECTANGULAR JAGBAG

#FillHerUp #SubstractYourFaceFromYourHead #YouAreUnknown

ALL THE BEAUTIFUL & THE GOOD, NOTHING IS BAD, NOTHING IS UGLY

Do not enter anywhere that you ought to beware of a dog, the godhead warp king
Genetic predisposition to mutate by random recombination of DNA's sexual healing
Confidence men deceiving women to go along with Original Sin, take a byte good
FOO-fighter woke, cosmic light of faith in anything other than a Void of Homer goo.

Amazed by the monotony of the spinning Earth dirt, up and down from my eternity
Swimmin' above and below the water lines in the sand, free choice to get too busy
Easy money to earn and spend as if there's no limit up to one hundred years of sea
To sail from shore to shore in a pirate ship with submarine capability, land of Free.

Underground and in the middle of you and your doppleganger, there's an ice sheet
A barrier to restrict the guilty from infecting the innocent, it's the way I have to beat
Dreamin' in black and white or color, options for signals from old, holy robe trouble
Woke by fallin' out the bed, in a dream I fell down too, freefall back into my scribble.

Fiddlesticks are free in Fiddletown where men and boys are boys to men, every time
Everyone knows nothing to begin with and in time, it's more clear that it's Life Ends
Meaning there's only one way out once you've arrived on scene, look to be the ball
It's going to be right in front of your face & fingers of Braille, wrote on a cyberwall.

From perfection of Oneness to the other way of Multiplicity, imperfectly yours too
Evolution from one cell to the nucleus' mutation of the code, do no harm, no fools
Zippity doo da, zippity eh, my oh my, oh what a wonderful day, darker to be Blues
Without that feeling there's nothing but a conscious box of bones, unmoved mover.

Fished fbig game & they all got away as it's always been, I compromise romancing
Maybe the bad guy's felony was a case of mistaken identity, wrong places & times
Finally the T-shirts with the silkscreened cities & dates where the tour begins to sing
Peacefully, no deposit at the edge of Twilight Zone's entry, way gone & no return.

by

R J J  STEPHAN, I    #WORD

c.  Mardi, June XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1222 PMPST

{ #SkyNigh Nothing, no  body, no place, just a game from the getgo & LISTENIN' to @MorganWallen #GoneGirl link @  https://youtu.be/FDrB1Q1NRn8  & @ChicagoTheBand link @ https://youtu.be/iUAYeN3Rp2E  & @ https://youtu.be/cBGyFrHF1eU }

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