KNOW IT ALL NOW, WISDOM BYTES OF LIES MEMORIZED
Skippin’ rope to keep the brain’s mind & body in synchronicity’s grasp, nevermore to let it all go
Out of the world we know as Mother Earth & reality of living in the present of History’s progress
From Past to fleeting Present and onto the nonsense of the Future, in the end, absolute void of It
What it is, wavelength-to-frequency, high-low, all invisible, & y’all adapted to the malfunction skit.
Destiny in the comeback of the supernova and collapse into oblivion’s Singularity, the apex of finality
Not God left over to be the almighty power over cause and effect, gas, chemical or dense cadaver
Ask your mama for advice if you can’t handle the Truth, you mama has a bead on the target, I see
No games played anymore since the last time I lost, I hate losing, I won’t lose ever again, I am free.
Pins & needles stickin’ into a cupie doll with no wavelength except in a wild imagination of dead cross’
Thoughts you can’t see, so you say them out loud or write them on the wall, nothing can save me now
Nobody I ever knew and nobody I’ve ever read philosophies of in the new age’s ancient day, cold snow
Music to my ears, noise to classical, obedient children of ignorant immigrants thrust into uber-chaos.
Hard time, Mississippi, or old school immigrants from 7 continents settling on a muddy river’s force
No pity from the city ever leaks into the empty, holy pockets near the preacher’s sons & daughters
Prey in the church, praying to avoid becoming prey of the evil backward live or other unholy demon
Punks, some stupid, some smart, all mere pricks in the pin-cushion of the dream-weaver, it’s you, son!
You ain’t too hip now, you don’t listen & understand the gist of the meaning, hence you all get off it
The subject gets polluted by misinterpretations, and you, my friend, you’ll die in ignorance’s hell bliss
If and only if you take no classes in logic and reason during K-12 and university infusion, playin’ s#it
Getting down in the gangways and backwoods where y’all grow the him grown hip-hop, don’t miss.
Listen carefully to the drips and drabs from the misbehavin’ fools who know better, they’re all free
Poor innocent and naïve child goes to K-12 & degrees PhD in Physics, no Einstein, just a regular guy
Think your mama called you “cowboy” for nothin’ and you forget about Roy Rogers & ol’ Gene Autrey
It ain’t my fault that was all that was on the black & white until pops hit the fam with full color NBC.
Stay with me until the end, even if it hurts doin’ shotgun on the flashback acid trip out the core
Where all the intent moves inside your own mind, the will to power steps up to settle the score
It’s always zero to zero in the end, it’s all evened up; we’d even out where the one turns to zero
No joke in the filament and it’s a crack up from center to perimeter, parallel lines of scat blow.
I know I know nothing about anything for certain, Truth is relative & always a product of abs
I’m referring to Time itself before you read these words, before birth, before all mankind’s brutes
My dad used to tell me that I was a wisecracking wiseass punk; he was different from his #1 son
A creature of the K-12 1950-1969, I had to escape by joinin’ the War in VN, no glory, no bloody fun.
All I know now is all I’ve known since the day I was conceived in my mother’s womb, Nothing, Kid
In and out of the things themselves and the forms they’ve shaped from the clay and living RNA acid
Hot and cold, we all wind up hired hands to let the days go by, stars-ways in the same place, we move
Stare not into the shots of the Sun comin’ to numb out your retina, change the world’s inner groove.
Desperado came to his senses after the fences all got ridden to a corral’s cottage house & dismounted
Feed, water the a steed, queens of diamonds and hearts made the harsh so fine, it’s all on Grok & Ted
Now, until the gaping mouth’s final shock and the kick in the head as consciousness flips a switch off
Floating lost in Space, the feeling goes away, a phantom, a ghostly chimera in full regale, a shill jerkoff.
My friends, brothers, sisters, parents & children of us all who work to live & die in the land of the Free
In a manner of speaking, we are born to run as a boss suggests, yet we’re stuck in the vacant solipsism
On the highways and byways, freeways, turnpikes, interstate routes and all dream states of humanity
Wanted blood, sweat & tears, it’s all we have, all that I am, my birthright above and below, lost gism.
At the top or the bottom, if and only if you’re fortunate enough to incarnate into an invisible ovum
This is due to Love or Species’ survival of the fit display on the genome, no reason to rhyme the scum
Yet here we go again, because there you go again, it’s all about the deja-vous & lost memory syndrome
We’re never at fault from the Ego get-go; nobody requests an appearance on Earth, just karma’s dump.
Last bite like the first bite tastes exactly the same except one bite has Nothing to look forward to, God
All other features of the creatures just muck up the works & fill the ether with misdirection A1 hotrods
Known & unknown causes have direct effects, it’s a universal Law, as what goes up must come down
Fine-tune your attention, arrest attention on Oneness, it’s transforming out of the multiplicity’s town.
Gods damned up the fjords, and the land is flooding, rivers turning into ponds and lakes of darkness
Somebody was upset with the nature of things & bumped into the Earth’s wobbling revolution fiasco
Everybody and everything that eats, drinks, defecates & dissolves into an invisible Oneness
Essence of it all the time is everybody is alive for a minute of Time, after birth, we’re dead ol’ bones.
Desires and needs are sorted out into the categorical imperative that only the lonely know so well
Either me or the highway, your only alternatives, which means it’s either Life or pending doom hell
Count backward or forward, either way it ends at zero, the nil, the zip, gigots, I can’t hold it all back
Laughing like there’s no tomorrow, which is the grace of random chance, like a perfect girl, no smack.
From the unknown, imagine a declaration that anyone lasting until their 100th birthdate will dissolve
Into the cosmic dust that the Grateful Dead explained ad infinitum, ad absurdum for the minion salve
They need it, they want it, they get contentious when they don’t receive the handout of an egg yolk
Managed by jails, prisons & penitentiaries that lock the miscreants away from the Christ’s blinded folk.
Features of cuneiforms long gone have taken on the dimensions of a chimera that comes in & out of It
It is for the good, the bad & ugly that the thing itself exists in It at all, Time & Space for all lickity split
Fortune and destiny clash in an extrasensory expression of sunlight, RNA photosynthetic uber-strength
Loathe the fear of being scared of the dark just because you are the essence of sunlight’s wavelength.
Existentially threatening us by claiming Death is out of our control, well, MF, we already know it all
I can’t go for the bull’s excrement as displayed in the bull ring, I say Ole to all of that, it’s my final word
Applied to Trigonometry & Physics, Astronomy is a show & tell that there’s one big daddy somewhere
Ripped hearts apart as if it means more than trying to assess a maneater syndrome, a don’t GAF care.
Rich girls know it’s a bitch to depend on the others who supply the needs & wants, you gotta go Solo
Dads ought to let their baby girls know, you won’t get ahead depending on an all too human Man, bro
Take my word for it, it’s free or pay someone for the gist of the whole shebang, we know we’re asleep
In bed, inner or outer space, brain shut-off, electronic comm dark, all you can do is hook ‘em up, peep.
Peepin’ a dream within a dream as the Poe-tics allow, in the light of the darkness, no trouble in there
Entrapment is all you can hope for; they use us all for Patsies & Fools in paradise, oblivious, yet I care
I’m a family man but I used to not be, alone and single in a Singularity, collapsed into the form’s matter
A movement of sound and sight to the smells, touches and tastes of the flower, the weed THC scatter.
I have to go, you have to come, it’s a never-ending story, that’s why you’ve got to carry a thorough list
Things that need to become something from nothing, I can’t make this scat up, there’s a reason for
Not much longer, the Future has already come & gone, still waiting for the Will to intend what ain’t so
Of all men & women biting the golden apple, my man hit a grand slam, winning Earth’s divine wisdom.
Free to you and me, only the Stalins & Marxes fool around with the Aliens’ experiment in RNA/DNA
Survival of the fittest amongst the gene pool’s random, recombinant functioning, all germs gotta play
Saving no soul since the soul is the thing itself that begins here & now & perishes here & now, O.K.?
Now you know all you’ll ever know, your free choice, know the Truth or pretend you don’t, TODAY.
Out of the world we know as Mother Earth & reality of living in the present of History’s progress
From Past to fleeting Present and onto the nonsense of the Future, in the end, absolute void of It
What it is, wavelength-to-frequency, high-low, all invisible, & y’all adapted to the malfunction skit.
Destiny in the comeback of the supernova and collapse into oblivion’s Singularity, the apex of finality
Not God left over to be the almighty power over cause and effect, gas, chemical or dense cadaver
Ask your mama for advice if you can’t handle the Truth, you mama has a bead on the target, I see
No games played anymore since the last time I lost, I hate losing, I won’t lose ever again, I am free.
Pins & needles stickin’ into a cupie doll with no wavelength except in a wild imagination of dead cross’
Thoughts you can’t see, so you say them out loud or write them on the wall, nothing can save me now
Nobody I ever knew and nobody I’ve ever read philosophies of in the new age’s ancient day, cold snow
Music to my ears, noise to classical, obedient children of ignorant immigrants thrust into uber-chaos.
Hard time, Mississippi, or old school immigrants from 7 continents settling on a muddy river’s force
No pity from the city ever leaks into the empty, holy pockets near the preacher’s sons & daughters
Prey in the church, praying to avoid becoming prey of the evil backward live or other unholy demon
Punks, some stupid, some smart, all mere pricks in the pin-cushion of the dream-weaver, it’s you, son!
You ain’t too hip now, you don’t listen & understand the gist of the meaning, hence you all get off it
The subject gets polluted by misinterpretations, and you, my friend, you’ll die in ignorance’s hell bliss
If and only if you take no classes in logic and reason during K-12 and university infusion, playin’ s#it
Getting down in the gangways and backwoods where y’all grow the him grown hip-hop, don’t miss.
Listen carefully to the drips and drabs from the misbehavin’ fools who know better, they’re all free
Poor innocent and naïve child goes to K-12 & degrees PhD in Physics, no Einstein, just a regular guy
Think your mama called you “cowboy” for nothin’ and you forget about Roy Rogers & ol’ Gene Autrey
It ain’t my fault that was all that was on the black & white until pops hit the fam with full color NBC.
Stay with me until the end, even if it hurts doin’ shotgun on the flashback acid trip out the core
Where all the intent moves inside your own mind, the will to power steps up to settle the score
It’s always zero to zero in the end, it’s all evened up; we’d even out where the one turns to zero
No joke in the filament and it’s a crack up from center to perimeter, parallel lines of scat blow.
I know I know nothing about anything for certain, Truth is relative & always a product of abs
I’m referring to Time itself before you read these words, before birth, before all mankind’s brutes
My dad used to tell me that I was a wisecracking wiseass punk; he was different from his #1 son
A creature of the K-12 1950-1969, I had to escape by joinin’ the War in VN, no glory, no bloody fun.
All I know now is all I’ve known since the day I was conceived in my mother’s womb, Nothing, Kid
In and out of the things themselves and the forms they’ve shaped from the clay and living RNA acid
Hot and cold, we all wind up hired hands to let the days go by, stars-ways in the same place, we move
Stare not into the shots of the Sun comin’ to numb out your retina, change the world’s inner groove.
Desperado came to his senses after the fences all got ridden to a corral’s cottage house & dismounted
Feed, water the a steed, queens of diamonds and hearts made the harsh so fine, it’s all on Grok & Ted
Now, until the gaping mouth’s final shock and the kick in the head as consciousness flips a switch off
Floating lost in Space, the feeling goes away, a phantom, a ghostly chimera in full regale, a shill jerkoff.
My friends, brothers, sisters, parents & children of us all who work to live & die in the land of the Free
In a manner of speaking, we are born to run as a boss suggests, yet we’re stuck in the vacant solipsism
On the highways and byways, freeways, turnpikes, interstate routes and all dream states of humanity
Wanted blood, sweat & tears, it’s all we have, all that I am, my birthright above and below, lost gism.
At the top or the bottom, if and only if you’re fortunate enough to incarnate into an invisible ovum
This is due to Love or Species’ survival of the fit display on the genome, no reason to rhyme the scum
Yet here we go again, because there you go again, it’s all about the deja-vous & lost memory syndrome
We’re never at fault from the Ego get-go; nobody requests an appearance on Earth, just karma’s dump.
Last bite like the first bite tastes exactly the same except one bite has Nothing to look forward to, God
All other features of the creatures just muck up the works & fill the ether with misdirection A1 hotrods
Known & unknown causes have direct effects, it’s a universal Law, as what goes up must come down
Fine-tune your attention, arrest attention on Oneness, it’s transforming out of the multiplicity’s town.
Gods damned up the fjords, and the land is flooding, rivers turning into ponds and lakes of darkness
Somebody was upset with the nature of things & bumped into the Earth’s wobbling revolution fiasco
Everybody and everything that eats, drinks, defecates & dissolves into an invisible Oneness
Essence of it all the time is everybody is alive for a minute of Time, after birth, we’re dead ol’ bones.
Desires and needs are sorted out into the categorical imperative that only the lonely know so well
Either me or the highway, your only alternatives, which means it’s either Life or pending doom hell
Count backward or forward, either way it ends at zero, the nil, the zip, gigots, I can’t hold it all back
Laughing like there’s no tomorrow, which is the grace of random chance, like a perfect girl, no smack.
From the unknown, imagine a declaration that anyone lasting until their 100th birthdate will dissolve
Into the cosmic dust that the Grateful Dead explained ad infinitum, ad absurdum for the minion salve
They need it, they want it, they get contentious when they don’t receive the handout of an egg yolk
Managed by jails, prisons & penitentiaries that lock the miscreants away from the Christ’s blinded folk.
Features of cuneiforms long gone have taken on the dimensions of a chimera that comes in & out of It
It is for the good, the bad & ugly that the thing itself exists in It at all, Time & Space for all lickity split
Fortune and destiny clash in an extrasensory expression of sunlight, RNA photosynthetic uber-strength
Loathe the fear of being scared of the dark just because you are the essence of sunlight’s wavelength.
Existentially threatening us by claiming Death is out of our control, well, MF, we already know it all
I can’t go for the bull’s excrement as displayed in the bull ring, I say Ole to all of that, it’s my final word
Applied to Trigonometry & Physics, Astronomy is a show & tell that there’s one big daddy somewhere
Ripped hearts apart as if it means more than trying to assess a maneater syndrome, a don’t GAF care.
Rich girls know it’s a bitch to depend on the others who supply the needs & wants, you gotta go Solo
Dads ought to let their baby girls know, you won’t get ahead depending on an all too human Man, bro
Take my word for it, it’s free or pay someone for the gist of the whole shebang, we know we’re asleep
In bed, inner or outer space, brain shut-off, electronic comm dark, all you can do is hook ‘em up, peep.
Peepin’ a dream within a dream as the Poe-tics allow, in the light of the darkness, no trouble in there
Entrapment is all you can hope for; they use us all for Patsies & Fools in paradise, oblivious, yet I care
I’m a family man but I used to not be, alone and single in a Singularity, collapsed into the form’s matter
A movement of sound and sight to the smells, touches and tastes of the flower, the weed THC scatter.
I have to go, you have to come, it’s a never-ending story, that’s why you’ve got to carry a thorough list
Things that need to become something from nothing, I can’t make this scat up, there’s a reason for
Not much longer, the Future has already come & gone, still waiting for the Will to intend what ain’t so
Of all men & women biting the golden apple, my man hit a grand slam, winning Earth’s divine wisdom.
Free to you and me, only the Stalins & Marxes fool around with the Aliens’ experiment in RNA/DNA
Survival of the fittest amongst the gene pool’s random, recombinant functioning, all germs gotta play
Saving no soul since the soul is the thing itself that begins here & now & perishes here & now, O.K.?
Now you know all you’ll ever know, your free choice, know the Truth or pretend you don’t, TODAY.
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, February 2nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Captured these words over 5 days of analyzing the #Maneaters alive on Earth to discover that Mind over Matter is all that matters. Avoid being food, avoid being sickened unto death, all Man-signed! }
