@ChristinaAguelera @XTeena #IfTheresHellBelowWereAllGonnaGoGoGo #BleachBytes to less than 5 will get you 10 cents #TheBluestSkiesYouEverSeenAreInSEATTLE #WhosPerryComo? #WhosCurtisMayfield #OVEReposure

BAD AIN’T GOOD, IT’S SQUARE ROOTED VOID #ShootinCraps

I can’t chew this gum anymore; all of the taste is absorbed into the genome of DNAcid of GA

Not that you’d ever think that it’s probably going to happen to you, I’ll remind you of the fact

You & I with the rest of the whole shebang will disappear in random disintegration of my rack

Gods & their mamas don’t GAF about you or the rest of the cavalcade of sport games in play.

Lips smacking as if eating & drinking is the only way to fill the fuel tank with sparks of Life

Eating and drinking to urinate and defecate all of the dreams that came true before The End

All of it in a bushel of underground growth, treetop flyin’ fruit headed up to the clouded sky

Azure and grey-white puffs above and below what I see, taste, touch, smell and feel, so high.

Monkeys champions of the treetop flyers only because they’re all there is, here, everywhere

Punks, junkies & the too human to be a son or daughter of another orphan, all in my long hair

Barriers to The Truth about this scat movin’ to & fro in front of your & my faces, not a ol’ troll

Analyzed the bulls’ scat to check the life I’ve been livin’, high appetite for the love of my doll.

Old fashioned in the New Age, a millennium from now, I’ll forget all about it all, I know that

Other than that one bit of wisdom & knowledge, I got nothin’ more than what’s hangin’ back

On my spine & over my vital organs that keep me up and down as I walk & run underground

Piles of the scat leftover by the recycled men and women, boys and girls God liked to pound.

Fixed in the staring at the vision on the screen, lights out and the images are all too far gone

What I fixed and broke I took with me back to the empty hole, a fool’s errand in a baked bun

Wings flappin’ in flight, bugs, birds and blue angels, thunderbirds, snowbirds, flyin’ in a blink

Apes can see through their fruit, nuts & the dead meat of peers & planted zoo animals’ stank.

Such a farce you believe we gonna live forever when you die on Earth, WTH's wrong people?

It’s right there inside a radical sign, it’s a square root of an unknown dot matrix of soul sheeple

Hung low & deeper than an ocean’s touch of Earth’s hot core, can’t keep it cool, it’s all red hot

Scenes move, lights on & off like a switchin’ Fate date, fiddlin’ grim reaps, wisdom's a gunshot!

A minute in a blink, a second ago, all gone, before I prepared for a dinner meal, dropped dimes

On god heads, my head & everything else on Earth & everywhere else, outer space Rocks rollin’

Drawers emptied the dresser in a junk pile of wood & such, slivers of memoranda, notes to Self

Presence all past the future & turnin’ into a memory forgotten by prayin’ to die, can’t live in half.

My gods never came, never left & never will come while I’m here,  gotta leave to find the Truth

Kickin’ & screamin’ about the chores to get me strong & able to handle One idiotic moron’s tooth

Spooky or not, it’s the fear that kills you, no fear of anything but Empty Void, all straits were dire

Tooth just one of 32t teeth, depending on q holy wisdom chicklet to get you through the Hell-Fire.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Freezember XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

e =mC2  Know It.  Be It.

{ Cracked this out the country this AM while crackin’ on @Alan_Jackson #GreatestHitsCountry link @ https://youtu.be/mRwq8A0PPS4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER, EVER, FOREVER MINE . . #RhapsodyInTheRain #LighteningStrikes

ONLY TROUBLE TO SUCK IN IS, NO GODS DIE, EVER!

Fifteen or even a mere five minutes of fame could delete the entire ensemble of pop tops

On time but still out of Time, when it’s over it is over, there’s only probable cause, I’m out

Nobody knows your window of opportunity but you and your mother, maybe even pops

So that it's nearly non-existent, schemed thoughts are not to think about if it’s all in doubt.

First base or third base are fine if you’re a pitcher who can’t throw a fork ball at a golf tee

It’s nothing personal, it’s just the facts man, nobody gets out of here alive, cover your face

You may not want to see the naked Truth since it’s invisible and at One, same time & place

I know, you know, they know, we all know the Truth about #Brandon, I said, “Let’ Go, B!”

Park your car near Harvard Street by the hotel’s front doors, just walk right in, sit right down

Monkeys and the four-legged, winged and slithering invisible toys to play with a God’s frown

On your mark, ready to move, set to go from gold to the cesspool of refused idiots’ God stone

As if anyone was present at the origin of the system’s heat, a Big Bang on the backbeat bone.

Here’s my unrevised eulogy that nobody on Earth will amend or cancel, poor people sheeple

Traveled like ants on the ground trying to fly like the birds, poor humanity got blind faithful

Disappointment replacing the ecstasy of a moment that came & went without a smoke puff

Imagine an idiot raised by yo’ ma, papa or the nuns’ orphanage they dumped kimono stuff.

Swaddled and throttled before the end of the year, a dimensional shift of third to the fifth

Bored apes on the filthy ground of Earth, lookin’ for safe places to sleep & relieve the Stith

Out of my mind, out of your wheelhouse, under no influence of the good, the bad or ugly

Hair from head to toe, old men roll the rocks uphill as Sisyphus did, an eternity of Rugby.

Not football, not baseball, not basketball, not tennis, ping-pong, golf or nets of the gods

Talk and walk as the dead ones used to, all hip to the way of the mortal animal, hotrods

Mirror of the reflection broken, shattered into shards of smithereens coalescing in ONE

You ain’t the One, I ain’t the One, none of us divine offspring, all of us the slime of sexin’.

Old women knife the old men as they get buried by their widows and their new love thing

Common denominator of One, it’s all generic and totalitarian, utterly gone in a date fling

Baby came and forced Father’s exit, stage right, you can’t apply for bad food on a stamp

Milk, cheese, eggs all on edge of the core, the hub’s nucleus that suffices as a bum camp.

The old pope got ill, deteriorated into the crypt after a deep pit was dug in a farmer dell

Sickened unto death, never to be or not to be a sentenced prisoner of random Space hell

Praying to nobody you can see, mama & pa taught this little baby, grow up to see Liberty

It comes quickly and departs in a puff of dope smoke, hard or soft, dead gods don’t see.

Categorical imperatives of the generation compare the idiots and morons to the fake elite

Just because they came before you and I, a reason of seniority is no reason to bite any chit

Out of a road apple, an orange, a blueberry or cherry bomb, seed-pit, a sweet, smooth toy

Of liquid light, of hard gas and dirty ground of astral patches of something, bein’ a big boy.

Broken down, into the foundation of the Big Banger, out or in of the dead cow, animal style

Beer made by accident, wine made by accident, whiskey made on purpose, all you Zieg Heil

At rest with caged-egg ones leftover since the holocaust of the Binge, I’m guilty of innocence

Gone from dream to The End, seven continents rising above the liquid hydroxide & acid rain.

Came down and gone back up from the only thing you’ll ever know, Jesus & Buddha got One

One foot ahead of the other, moving forward, never backward in retro grade’s loose function

Young or old rascals becoming the cosmic dust of the entity calling the bluff of a God’s dam

Meant to be or not to be, either/or & neither/nor, all of the above in an Eagle’s Fastlane scam.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Freezember XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Uplinked to a cascade of scat below Earth’s core, LIVE @VanillaFudge @ https://youtu.be/y_KEwL34VFc?t=78 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Lovin' Starts, You say you love me, You say you don't love me anymore, You never lie to me! #MyMaria #ChristieMcVie

MY MARIA & I CAME A LONG, LONG WAY FROM '52

As I came down mountains from the hills and valleys, fell down in the open sea oil slick

Funk and the waggin' waves pulled me down to Davey Jones Locker, likity splittin' fool

I am and was what I've always been, a human, just all too human like the ret of the pool

Of mens and mice DNA genes, moved from vermin to human in a quick tick of the Dick.

But you know, the injection is only the tool, the essence of the effulgence is what I am now

Like my father and grandfathers before him, we all got the 'thing' that every other guy blow

Yeah, the horns, the pipes, brass and woodwind all meld in the mind's eye of Eve, all insane

Set the soul free from paradise granted as freedom from woes & suffering's full body pain.

Are you all in or runnin' for the EXIT sign above the back door, there's a fire in a holy hole

Glory of the sun when you punch through the natal barrier, your mother's belly of baby jello

Ready to mold like clay to the gods, dead dirt embodied with the spirits of Los Angeles' gato

Buns straight up from ground zero to an 8 mile high club, orgasm up 32,000 feet, God ghetto.

Fit for a byte, adding up to the Ends you knew you'd get to, inevitably yours in a NY minute

Just sayin' words to get a rise out of the peanut gallery of humanity's guns, bullet mouth shut

Infinity's machine gun rounds from a gallery of gangsters, white blood cell humanity shogun

Bums ain't bums and junkies ain't junkies, they're all too human humanity just out for the fun.

Girls grown to the women who rule half of the things but not the OTHER half, can't be done

Wild as the nightmare out of your personal control, it does what it does inside of me, no pun

Took the Truth away into the jungle's density, like the humans I know, too dense to replicate

Dust & the split stones that remain from Big Bangs or White Dwarves in retrofit, Eve's fate.

A day after you die just like the day before you get conceived is One & the same, finale, End

Merged by force past the barrier to extend Time that extinction comes to claim a gumbo filet

Yeah, the spirit right there, that soul, thing itself, it's all in or it's all out, no other hand to play

Jackpot to the winner, was winning before I lost, then I forgot and repeated the fool's errand.

Failure to succeed, failure to launch the rocket ship's payload into the emptiness of the OUT

It is what it is, you know, no words for that out there, enjoy the voyage, sails up boom scout

Lookin' for blowin' wind to take me across the sea to the other side where it hurts in gaols

Cookin' over the open fire or with has heat gets the dead meat and plants hot as fired pistolz.

Shadow banning the thing @Twitter can allow into the solar system's evolution, a circle jerk

Standing around in an ecliptic, rolling around the 93 million mile way star of David or Debb

Already gone, way far gone down the road, nothing left up in the air, it all went downriver ebb

Where wise men fear to go without being armed to the teeth, blade-bullet, peace of mind quirk.

Fire & water in the belly of the beast, an infinite burst of neutrino-blown out atoms of Helium

Drunk & higher than a box kite, just to calm down the beast who despises being One of Them

All too human humanity, to be or not to be, valid question with one caveat, it's all 'bout the Best

There's no alternative, it's not about anyone else, just you & your life, runnin' until Peace's rest.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

{ Gods ain't watchin us, maybe aliens of other stars, maybe not, we may be all alone

in Space and Time, the place to be here, now, music, song, gave the DOG a skinny bone while jammin' to what hurts my eyes, The Light ...  remember #MyMaria, jammin' with @BWStephenson link @ https://youtu.be/mAQlg2qSR2w }

MY MUSE USED ME