#CiscoKidMiAmigo #ThatsAWrap

PULSING NEUTRON COWGIRLS' JUKEBOX & AN UNMOVED MOVER

Termination of the final phase of commissioning terminates Act 1 timeout play

Dead boys and girls were image stacked & lined up perfectly with one another

In harmony, the chords & melodies leave loud voices to speak of slow hotrods

About their stars and their contents, atoms of gas pretending to be the gods.

You see, hear, taste but never smell the fond waft of smokin' back-strokes

Includes every molecule and atom of hydrogen and oxygen and that's all folks

You cannot make this scat up from the Void, this is really more than holy sins

Orphans or well-bred inheritants of the world's silver, golden blue diamonds.

However you see One vision, clear or blurred lines filling in the blanks, Eureka

Found next to  river that veined gold in the river, appeared as divine overflaw

Shining the reflected burning sunlight, cosmic to infrared incineration of Soul

Being One ain't easy when you've got Moon's Many-To-Go, dishes, spoon roll.

It's all about the Tiramasu, the dream of mushed, sweet sugar & crumby cake

All can be smoked yet, instead all get swallowed, gulped like ain't no tomorrow

There is a yesterday & tomorrow today but there's no ending for all starters

Retirement pensions for all who #STFU, all pops' conflagration, 'BE' martyrs!

Just because the jism got out the cage lookin' for love in right=wrong places

With or without you here and now with me, there where-with-all is, I suspect

Dreams while sleeping forgot to come true by the sleepin' giant-midget stew

As if there's power to recollect Categories of Forms, blown Matter of facts.

Imagine your world has a black hole that you call the sun, brighter than One

Filling Time in Space, you & the civilized savages eat, drink & have tons of fun

Only you know & I know that it's not forever, you & yours will terminate Air

Fade away, it's over, way gone, wasted days & nights, bread-spirit of a bear.

by

r j j  stephan, i  

c.  Dimanche, August VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Sundown with a #NeonMoon & HITS, a #dosee-dough-in' with @Brooks&Dunn #WayGone in a loop YEAH!  link @ https://youtu.be/4oYeC5OQOkQ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Two4Oneness #InvisibleDoubleBubble #CheeseburgerInParadise #OnlyTimeWillTell #APirateTurnsSeventyOne

A SCUTTLEBUTT OF HOLY WATER, REPUDIATE THE HOLE THING

We had some bones to pick with mother and father of us all, they're absentee in a cask

Understandable since they had parents who were also absentee back to infinity's task

It's up against the wall or in the casino crabs roll of the die, it's a seven or it's an eleven

This is a known delight when you win, you've got the touch for the heart of some Zen.

Pink losing the red with perfect timing before the white-out, a things gonna disappear

Back into the matrix of the black hole we're in or near the precipice of, either way fear

Is that you're gonna die and there's no breathing or perception of anything anymore

This place in Space is defunct as the spinning of Earth on its axis as it orbits a holy star.

As Earth spins faster, we'll age quicker from gnat to taradactyl, whatever's good, longhair

In the bitter end, it's vital to remain conscious to watch the fiasco that will vanish in thin air

What you'd thought was the Truth for all years past the age of 10 has fallen, shotguns' sons

Venial offenses and mortal wounds from lying about others, killing or stealing from bumbs.

My reward of lemons gave the respect that I needed to open my lemonade store STAND

Only sold two kinds of candy bars & lemonade, inventory foolproof entrepeneur dream

Silly to the tune of a million dollars I made in one year, only 3 employees, all android team

Lack of humanity is necessary for the skill of efficiency to make a high return profit end.

Following on down the middle of the path, angels' footprints obviously never left trails

Had to seek the feathers dropped from the wings but apparently they don't molt tails

On heads or tails, neon moon's border way or another, Time's gonna fly, Space is a rap

Every single cell & creature of matter's form reveals it's inner burst of verve at death.

Death thoughts make me ill, my brain cannot remain at one thinking that's I'm rocks

Out of my father's houses into my mother's rooms within the hearts of birds & bees

Think that jumpin' aboard for a stiff sting in the derriere is insignificant?  You're wrong

Every baby born & thriving into adulthood is the kind of genome required for survival.

Getting old enough to reproduce the same DNA recombined with a foreign sign, the dark

Blacker than the whiter shade of pale if you can imagine White for a minute, sudden dork

Can't move a muscle in any direction due to the loss of direction and focus upon the split

Betwen heaven and hell and Earth and the great beyond Unseen, weird, wicked Sanskrit.

Come to think of it, therefore I exist without a hitch in my giddyup, I ain't no has-been

Books are the stories judged by their coloring between the lines, connect the hot dots

A hundred, a matrix of dots form this thing itself, throwin' down shots of #151 & a #Fin

Shots can't be gulped too fast, seven or eleven, nekid 7/11 tattood craps, I lost my skin.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 7th, 2022 Anno Domini @ 404 PMPST

{ Madness drafted while formulating light in the darkness & listenin' to #MADNESS of @Carl_Jung Philosophy To Rewire Yo Brain For Resilience on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LhqN8WrgxGE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

MY MUSE TO SIGNIFY

THIS SCAT ENDS WITH THE SLOW RIDE IN A HEARSE, A RE-HEARSE OF WILL POWER, FEAR OF DEATH, OBLIVION, AW HELL-NAW! CANNOT BE!!!!!! #WhiskeyWishOnAStar #SheAintCominBackEverAgain

LIPSTICK ON THE MIRROR - GOOD BYE

PULSING NEUTRON COWGIRLS' LIES, A JUKEBOX & AN UNMOVED MOVER *

Termination of the final phase of commissioning terminates Act 1 timeout play

Dead boys and girls were image stacked & lined up perfectly with one another

In harmony, the chords & melodies leave loud voices to speak of slow hotrods

About their stars and their contents, atoms of gas pretending to be the gods.

You see, hear, taste but never smell the fond waft of smokin' back-strokes

Includes every molecule and atom of hydrogen and oxygen and that's all folks

You cannot make this scat up from the Void, this is really more than holy sins

Orphans or well-bred inheritants of the world's silver, golden blue diamonds.

However you see One vision, clear or blurred lines filling in the blanks, Eureka

Found next to  river that veined gold in the river, appeared as divine overflaw

Shining the reflected burning sunlight, cosmic to infrared incineration of Soul

Being One ain't easy when you've got Moon's Many-To-Go, dishes, spoon roll.

It's all about the Tiramasu, the dream of mushed, sweet sugar & crumby cake

All can be smoked yet, instead all get swallowed, gulped like ain't no tomorrow

There is a yesterday & tomorrow today but there's no ending for all starters

Retirement pensions for all who #STFU, all pops' conflagration, 'BE' martyrs!

Just because the jism got out the cage lookin' for love in right=wrong places

With or without you here and now with me, there where-with-all is, I suspect

Dreams while sleeping forgot to come true by the sleepin' giant-midget stew

As if there's power to recollect Categories of Forms, blown Matter of facts.

Imagine your world has a black hole that you call the sun, brighter than One

Filling Time in Space, you & the civilized savages eat, drink & have tons of fun

Only you know & I know that it's not forever, you & yours will terminate Air

Fade away, it's over, way gone, wasted days & nights, bread-spirit of a bear.

by

r j j  stephan, i   * Header's a Tiramasu Slice

c.  Dimanche, August VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Sundown with a #NeonMoon & HITS, a #dosee-dough-in' with @Brooks&Dunn #WayGone in a loop YEAH!  link @ https://youtu.be/4oYeC5OQOkQ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?