#StirredYourLastBatchOfGravey #ByeBye #RescueMeBaby #CallThePreacher #NoTimeToLose #YouMetSomeone #NowYouKnowHowItFeels

WOKE PIECES IN CAR 54, WHERE'RE YOU?

There's air inside the ball to inflate the form's matter G-pool

Thing's self moves 'round like animation was all you need to rule

Without moving, eclipsing forms' matter, deterioration perrenial

Into a mass of chaos, little boy's solar system's galaxy is Hell!

Mobs' eagles swarm Earth for fish, gophers & fake News' fakes

From claws & the beak, two wings to fly high & drop dead test

A strategy of using the wind to move your boat, your body rest

Rowing, sailing or blowin' smoke out an Evinrude's boat wakes.

Bottom line is above all other ones that have sunk lower than oil

At the core, inner planet's got nothing is inside of it, Void empty

False propositions lead to invalid conclusions, my goodness' sake

Miracle's effects without a magic spell for an Ends' finale, a cake.

Birth to death is what you get when you rub 2 sticks together

Fire in a holy, empty, senselss place in Space where I gotta go

To get the get-go & the down-low ground of species extinction

I am, as the Ends of Time, immersed in mortality's original sin.

To be the origin of the universe or the tiny atom with DNA sap

That's to be what's not to be, no question, I'll ask for a full stop

Holes dug & filled in 30 ticks without pick, shovel, pen or phone

One way to go with mocha java, well H2O & chewin' on a bone.

Let go of the good things I could find here & there on my trip

Keyboard #AIR 88, sharps, flats, minors & in a diminished RIP

Break it on down, way down to the bottom, only I can git to it

I got to it the moment I took a first gasp, it turned me on chit!

I got a pen and a phone, can't even get a cold Bud light at a bar

Hell with this place, gotta go & get gone tonight, goin' fishin' far

From the shore I can't see hide nor hair anymore, get back gone

Conjured up magic words that started with God's open cellphone.

Heaven's Earth is Legend, the good lord's rumor mill for athiests

Same for arrested development of seven continents' drifter trysts

On the side or faithful to the One & only as it's always been, Jack

Spat with the owner, dealer, the master & a Jack Daniels' crack.

I recognize memories when I recollect them, yet I forgot a lot

Most recalls of every day, every year are all gone, it's full stop

Nothing I can do about any of that now, photostatic ass whoop

Rear of the club at a table in the back below the cosmic soup.

On an 'A' train or the 'B' train, can't remember which, 1 of two

Up & down. picked strings, space frets bleedin' bloody murder

Arms unbroke, kicks spreadout or stuck together, fake retreats

Cryin' bloody murder about a creed error 'bout kickin' arse, fool!

Talk to myself & you only if the shoe fits, in this deep hole's tomb

Shots and beers' full steins thrown down the super highway ends

Dreams burnt into the cinders left over from your mother's womb

Aaron to Zen sons flowin' chit given to egg concepts, no offense.

Rescue's not on the way, nobody's thinkin' about you, not 1 Ma

Ones we came from are all dead & gone from the terra ferma

Ain't my idea, here & now analyzed but it's a known beast-freebie

Survived fitness walk & run, dropped dead, no compliments to be.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, July IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

#OohAhh #OohAhh, I say, #OohAhh #OohAhh

{ Drafted while listenin' to #RescueMe @Madonna on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qKVsF2yiAUA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Car54 where the hehl are you?

#HereWeGoAgainOver? #SeventhHeavenStephan @TheIsleyBrothers @TheOJays @TheDells

humV

AHO, PEACE, LOVE, TOUT SUITE, WOKE IT UP

There is no reason for the season, any one of the four, a serious business of One void

Empty set of nothingness, a kind of bliss for the lack of Causes & Effects of a humanoid

Pink is fading into black just like the purples, reds, yellows and the blues, Mississippi's

Way down south at the delta of The River, swim, fish, drink & drown in the dead levee.

Punks, maroons and junkies make the world go around, it's gauranteed you'll die too soon

Maybe a hundred years, mor or less is all you're gonna get, hangin' out under a blue moon

Matters of the Form we become after the skin and bones become annhilated into a head

Stones in the mind, in the brain, making the rocks roll right through the empty feather bed.

Myopia blindness, dark light of the black hole recedes back into the neutron fired dirt ball

Round or not, it's a rock with some water, this is all we've got, ask the spacemen who fell

Back down here after being way up there, with your soul's third eye wide open, so #AWOKE

Catch me outside if you want some of this, you will not be disappointed, I will be all stoked.

Mass chaos or singularity focus on the point, ahead not behind or sideways, forward it to go

To the ends where you've got to go, like it or not, kicking and screaming or not, it's the show

You are the star, you've got some co-stars but you will either get an Award or Brooklyn cheer

Blind, deaf, scent challenged by an aroma of tangerine dreams, red-orange burning ball here.

All in or all out, you must have been a beautiful baby because look at you now, smoke vapes

Melting the lenses of the 20/20 eyesight in the heads of chromosome-damaged, cosmic apes

It's sad but true, it's happy only if I lie about the thing itself, make it be something otherwise

It's dead meat, lifeless food making love, reproducing DNA perfecting life when all living dies.

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r j j  stephan, i  #LoansForgivenForAllForever    

c.  Vendredi, July VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Whose the lawyer for my kids?  drafted while jammin' to ONE WHOLE HOUR OF @TheOJays & @TheIsleyBrothers link @ https://youtu.be/d-Eir6axN4I }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

AT THE PACIFIC OCEAN, SANDY BEACH

#BraceYourSelf #BattonDownTheHatches

I'LL FIX YOU UP WITH MY SISTER, SHE'S THE BEST SNIPING MOTHER ON EARTH

It's not for me to say nor to do anything that changes the effects of ID

I didn't create the matrix, I didn't get a devil to make you do it, I did it

Up, down, in and out from the ends of the planet's flat mud balls to me

Burned burgers twixt buns, garnished silver & gold backs in The Chit.

Numbered One thru Ninety-Nine & One-Half, all rooms in a pantheon

Invisible to the two & third eyes, blinding #ticktock back light, my son

Challenge you to be immortal & a follower of catgegorical imperatives

To be alive is a responsibility for extinction of Matter in Time, so run.

Don't run for office, don't run in the marathon or sprint races, so stop

In a name of Love or the Unknown emptiness of the most grateful slop

Of the cosmos, of the all too humane 208 bones inventing a rat's trap

To be or not to be, to see the cheese right there in front of you & Snap!

Consciousness fades slowly but surely out of man or mouse, girl sunk

Boys know the feeling but cannot express the nature of the dead beast

Only you know, only I know what you know, we know that it'll unfurl

Like flowers appearing to be fruits in decay, real stink, stank, stunk!

On being, Jacks & Jills who went up hills fetchin' water, turn the page

Silent thought of the past and the future that sandwiches the presence

A moment passing into obsurity, I conceived life to be, a good human!

Mutation gestation, battered afterbirth, abused baby-mama's teenage.

Tombstones with nobody's name is for the known "x"'s  body & bones

Tubular or reverse as it is in chaos, out of bounds yet 1st place wreath

Around my stiff neck, fire melting IT all, fixing the cavity of blue teeth

All good in my woke blue tooth iPhone, got a phone, I got a pen, sons!

Now, finale begun, song's been sung & the lyrics are disappearing chit

Take what you can get, you can't take It with you when you gasp for It

Life is all, a sum of the entire thing itself, a shebang sorts, it's all mine

Infinity set in & about the plethora, mind's made up, rock & roll, Fine!

This is not to be continued, when it's over, it's all over, full stop, Done!

Copy this & you got a categorical imperative nailed, you are a nail gun

Merged, united for the good of the whole shebang, equal to All there is

At One's beings have Zen's KNOWN IGNORANCE, GTF outta my Way!

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r j j  stephan, i   @SEALS #JudgeBy12 or #CarryBy6 #TEAMvi

c.  Jeudi, July 7th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST #NunsRule!

{ Drafted as I lied dying, laughing at my own jokes & jammin' to #DeadlyMarksman #NavySEALS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LwcjV3qMbUA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?