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Monday, October 14, 2024

Schism without the Jism Gism, whatever... #WTH do you mean by this? #ThisMeansWAR! #HukunaMatada

HAVE GUNS & TRAVEL
All raving on about everything under the burning star, our sun 1/10th of a billion clicks
Harm done to nobody anywhere for any reason, it’s called a Christ-like self-made Man
Fear of the haters comin’ at me with the mob ahead of them, agitators of Flim-Flam
Safe or in jeopardy matters little once you bargain for the last breath reprieve, bam!

Higher than the highest snowcap-hilltop where nobody can breathe, out of O2 for us too
Caves yay deep in the crevice’s cracked up state of being, a cool monster meteor of H2O
Lost Space & found in Time’s revolutionary war, orbital trajectory in gravitational collapse
Singularity inside of this black hole, Raptors digested & disintegrated, TNT drones’ swarms.

Corks stuck into the bottle tops of wine & spirits that can’t be contained like a genie smoke
Bums and junkies calculated the odds of them surviving the night, avoiding death down low
Beneath the surfaces, infants rule your activity from first to last gulp of milk, suckin’ #woke
Eyes’ lids remained wide-open when rigor mortis attacked the cerebral cortex, attack #toke.

Taking cache bids for a contract, a dollar to a billion of them, compounded daily etc, etc, etc
When you see what every living thing sees the day you die, you’ll know for certain, it’s Ra
There has always been a creature that came after Nothing was Present, unaccounted it all
Holy of Holies, we revered the thing itself, reverence above our own parental DNA, our pall.

Bread and butter now in sight of the meal, scrumptious & delectable collectable are States
Of fifty, more or less, some on & one-off continent states you fly over of satellite blind dates
Intel gathering by UFO’s which are yo' Time-Space invaders, here they come, ready to aim
It’s Fire, like AC/DC sang out loud, twenty-one-gun salute, now, just do it, a cryin’ shame.

Baffle me & confound you to put us both in a pickle with an empty jar, 1st grade homerooms
Hardware and the less hard, dense matter is all there is in the Cosmos, no more to sing
Halls like caves between dirt-packed floors & walls, darker than yo' mama’s smokin’ wombs
Familiar with nobody’s family, the inquest of ancestors has reached it’s final, happy ending.

Caring for your name from Aaron to Zach, it’s about minimum wage to launch you to Europa
It takes five years, you’ll sleep four years and then rejuvenate for the landing on God’s papa
Where beaches and H2O mix with the lightning and thunder form the orbital friction spark
This here and that there, a thing itself forms, sees its reflection in H2O, no wavelength dark.

Bums and the junk accumulated in the wake of failure, educated by drones & angry birds
Targets have a bull’s eye, aiming for the center will hit the hole, splitting the emptiness herd
After life, after death, you ain’t here anymore, you’re nowhere to be found by anyone else
Smaller caliber than .22, a derringer of two rounds of powder to derange the mind’s aisle.

Higher than the stratosphere, empty Void brought the garbage together in a dump to stir
Construction paper, plastic & organic matter, a la pre & post-fecal out-houses submit to her
Mother Earth on a roll along a narrow path it’s always been on since the Big Bang, elliptical
Your memory of a moment before your material conception, that’s it, that’s all there is pal!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 10-14-2024 AD 222 PMPST
{ Cracked out of the nut while listenin’ to #DreamLover in a loop by @RickNelson on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V77qc-77Rkc?si=Z5YInnY6lGtfIiJk }

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

Sunday, October 13, 2024

#YouDontKnowLikeIKnow #HowMuchYouGot #WaitHereIllBeRightBack #NightDayNightDay #Nickelback #WeNeedBroads #LotsOfBroads


WE NEED BROADS & THEY KNOW IT
Something needs to be written down so that it can be said in the future world’s unborn sons
Daughters will need no boyfriends, no need to have any babies to give grand folks some kin
Dreamin’ without any appetite for the food or data combination in x’s & o’s, all in clear skin
Queer’s the same when it’s different to the perception of the freaks and triggered long guns.

Bribery or a mere kind request for assistance in the candy store where y’all comin’ for more
You’ve got nothing to trade for the addiction, except your service to terminate the appetite
Sooner than later, consider the ending right now without wasting any more time, what for
For the sake of the pride of the family you’ve evolved from, the apes of the lions’ den door.

Last breath just like the first, a shock to be dead to the world, skin & bones back for more
Just a ghost of smoke in the shapeless void that always smells like the ghosts of the whore
Known that the mystery is a secret with a code memorized, never told in spoken Word-up
For nobody anywhere can this ever be repeated, it’s a princess’ prerogative to humph-it-up.

Hefty price to pay when you’ve got the fruit of the loom right here and now in a candy store
Fancy pants thinkin’ you know it all, maybe you do, I did too but I’ve forgotten the inner core
Sounds like fury without any reason, irrational laws created to stir up the inner sanctum web
As above it is the way it’s always been, so below is the confederate state of Johnny the Reb.

Hobo from New York left bowel movements coast to coast all the way to San Diego’s hot fakes
Stole all that from San Ysidro over to San Antonio, battles with the rancheros, stole the valor
Here we are here and now, protecting the ripped off weeds and pines, almonds & landscapes
Peter named poor Richard, subtle James & archetype Albert, DNA bleeding RNA out the core.

Into eggs, the ova of the willing and inadvertent virgin conceptions below a Catholic girl’s skirt
All is good, abortion’s wrong any way you look at it, forest through trees & dreams of star dirt
Trash & rubbish are all you have to show for the significance of important up in smoke stache
Civilization invented Garbage Dumps & thermonuclear annihilation of garbage, I, white trash.

Inherited the horrid errors of random recombination of DNA, the most fit have survived pests
Which will come sooner or later but the extinction of the species won’t pass God’s smell tests
Stench of the high heaven burnt smoke of the chemicals from Argon to Xenon & deep infinity
Helium as we know it, fills balloons with frozen smoke, an electron, a neutron-proton trinity.

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum couldn’t hold a candle to the presence of miraculous things now
Before our very eyes, blinded by Light or not, we become conscious of the gods & Zeus’ glow
Look into the sun when it’s blazing in the northern or southern hemisphere of the planet, see
It was the light that blinded you, burned out your retina inside of your skull’s software party.

Dream within a dream, Edgar Allen & I agree both before & after our deaths, it’ll still be true
That life is nothing more than a random bowl of cherries that some eat & others waste too
Spheroid sweet fruit of the cherry tree to drop the seeds to grow more fruit sap onto the field
Eden’s garden maybe, maybe not, it is written and before they’d spoken, they signaled creed.

Make it all up to avoid fear & loathing results of coming to know absolute Truth, half-naked
It is embarrassing to realize that you’re as ignorant as the birthday you get, all so unaborted
Steal the phenomena without knowing that you think, therefore you exist both above the dirt
As well as being six feet underground, it’s Fact of Life #1, you’re alive & you’re gonna die hurt.

Your mama & papa gave it all they had, the rest of the story is up to you, all intent is presence
Dreams come true if you know that dreams are likely to be none other than heaven’s scents
Soul without matter yet holding power to influence Things themselves or none of the above
I ask questions I’ve already got answers to, they’re all rhetorical, woke awaken, white dove.


by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Intellectual regurgitation penned this afternoon while jammin’ to @Nickelback #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ULwIM6Za0QA?si=2l-_sxDTesgHY31D }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?