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PRETTY GIRLS' MOTHERS SCOFF

Stars blow up and make stones that sticks grow upon the original foreskin of Zeus'

Loathing and a fearless bavado, pair for the royal flush on the five-card draw blues

Mystic phantom pullin' in the ghosts and other chimera into a crystal inconvenience

Word sounds heard by the herd, vowels A, E, I, O, U & sometimes Y, & consonents.

Bread not the thing that comes without work, labor for the trade-off for all the stuff

Nobody gets anything for free, orphans or well-bred family denizens, gotta be tough

Without the ability to deflect the powers attempting to consume yours, you're caput

To be or not to be is a choice to make hella long time before you get to the brink's rut.

Blood ain't red until it's spilled into the oxygen, it's purple as holy grapes of wrath

In every case, everybody inherits a set amount, and when you run out on the path

It's all of what she wrote & all you could ever write again, anchovy on a cheese pizza

Feel the beats of rhythm's rock & roll, blues & classical jazz, guitar cries mama mia.

Hearts come in twos, threes & sometimes many more, except the True One, all One

For your edification, the meaning rings a bell and configures all daughters of the son

Backward in Time in this same Space, it's fortune to be able to read all about it, God

There's something wrong with Creation because the creator has what ain't red blood.

Hence, fearing and loathing everything that's a thing in the matrices of nothing at all

It follows logically that you & I, along with the rest of the good ship lollipop, it'll fall

Maybe not far to hit the bottom, or it may be a bottomless pit that has no final End

Your free will is the illusion; no choice in this life matters, enjoy the trip's mind-bend.

Fountain of alien life forms evolved from eggs of another dimension in Time/Space

A continuum from end to end, encrypted to appear full when the thing is all empty

Hawks and eagles don't know why they fly, but hunger pulls the Humpty Dumpty

Pretending not to be a carnivore, open your plastic and styrofoam bloody twoface.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi 6-6-2026 @1755 hours PMPST

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SCHEMATICS OF EVERYTHING ELSE BUT Y.O.U. @TheMonkees

GIGS COME & daGO

In the first instance, my main focus is an intent to remain happy

Through all thick & thin of the fiascos presenting ass to pappy

When I woke up from the dream, I inherited from Adam & Eve

Cryin' in a deep sleep, pinch hit a blue moon's GD MF reprieve.

I'd created a 3D weapon on my printer, and I fooled my dad, too

He thought it was real & got unhinged at the sight of its miscue

Once, the truth was exposed, the relief for the Father of damn it

Somewhere between the eyes & a solar plexus, all gods dream it.

Inferior nasal conchae are indispensable to pick up a subtle scent

Of fresh scat upwind from the downwind draft, yet I still indent

Paragraphs for the silliloquies to become immersed in muck-mire

Everywhere up, down, in and out for the good of the whack wire.

Nevermore to recall the innocence of being alive in a baby's body

Out of each one of our hands at first, we'll be responsible, no fear

Mother's womb emptiness fills in less than a year, hell breaks loose

Dream over, Life emits positive or negative vibes to play the blues.

Woe to you & me, nothing I can forget at all, that it happened, et al

Beer, wine, rye whiskey for a celebration that gets drunk, bad call

Mind is not wasted if thinking & implementing survival of doubt

Philosophy and science of the mind, step up & down, go in & out.

So, a moment you are asleep, then awake, repeat ad infinitum, etc

Why is the question.  You know it, I know it, we all know it, it's RA

Above the Space surrounding every piece of matter, rock or paper

It's a plethora of grounded pepper so fine, it's invisible to a reaper.

Hounds are released daily on every continent, grief raises surprises

That which nobody can fathom, that's normal to divinity's disguises

If a holiday is anything but another day, I'm surprised, deaf & dumb

By sunlight, taillight, headlight or divine light, eBook of sea sccum.

Bright as atoms splitting nuclei in outer space, it's a cosmic-lit tier

Ends begin with eyes wide open, to see how Nothing matters a bit

While living in 208 bones' material form, survival is the only way

To come and go in health, love & faith that this isn't one last day.

Broad strokes on the painting's work of the artist, mixing 3 atoms

Liquid to solid, afore it all turns a museum into cosmic dust tomes

Knowing what I don't know, now I know why I don't know it all, so

Easy come, easy go, you win some & lose some, it's a blow below.

Question authority's certainty, answers with uncertainty too, oh well

Being here is better than never being here at all, I think, hence I am

All there is, subatomic to macroscopic, cosmic totality of OM, bam

Crystals in utero, post-mortem essence, it is what it is, I kiss & tell.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June 5th, MMXXVI Anno Domini at 0700 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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FIREMEN, Y’all

FIRED up For nothing

Pizza pie, no killing anything on Earth to eat & defecate anymore, eaters extinct

Investments in futures have become the disastrous facts of life’s putrid instinct

To live forever isn’t a possible state of being; everything & everyone is temporal

Like the employees who work for wages without benefits, we’re here for the ball.

Breaking bread with the ones who got you to the brink of extinction, that’s amore

To the ends of life, original sins were just a sperm & egg merger, a holy game door

Now, for Buddha, Krishna & Jesus’ job to forsake, Ends justify Means, a supernova

You won’t see it, but you’ll believe it when you’ve got no more IQ mind, Casanova.

Beer and whiskey for the horses we rode from Kansas City to Sacramento, it’s time

To settle down by the river near the gold mines in Coloma, we can moonshine fine

Pizza to die for, music to move the 208 bones in a frenzy, lookin’ for all three steps

Toward the door when you’re unable to see beyond the fist comin’ up on me lips.

Alternatively, there’s no sense in living without a purpose, suckin’ air for nothing

Keeping the eyes on the prize, even if you’re blind as a bat without spectacles on

Being at one with the facts of life & your own history, that’s tantamount to a ring

Remind us all, whichever finger gets surrounded by heavy metal, I’m already gone.

Coming home in a hand basket or ‘nam body bag, either way, I’ll return to the RNA

Morphing 208 bones into cosmic dust, Pete, Paulo & Marie, who had a little lamb

Black fleece as black as stardust mud hiding the diamond in the rough of pizza-pie

Cards and your shoes shuffle in disorder & off-beat, you win some on a white lie.

Dorks and dingbats manufactured for the blame, all idiots aren’t responsible, et al

When you are at One, you’ll know it, multiplicity is The Big Bang’s legacy, we bawl

Then we must help the innocent & wild as they shuffle off to Augusta Blvd beast

From downtown to a boardwalk uptown in the suburbs, anyway, but the far East.

Monkeys trip to pay music, they like to bang & keep beats, player of chrome dome

Wood or metal, stretched skins, beating and swishing for the cows to come home

Bumping around the perimeter, nobody can see with a human perception, an end

Metabolize blacklight blinds, know nobody steps into a river twice, lazy river bend.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May 22nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Requiem For a Lightweight Poet, drafted this while jammin’ to @MichaelJackson HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/XhV3iyLPBr8?si=bF4F41AvMoVDbn4l }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PABLO PICASSO