Substantially Void of Matter Except MOI NEED TO BLEED TEQUILLA SUNRISES!

SHOTS OF COURAGE & NEPHEWS NEVER DISAPPOINT UNCLES

Conceptual analysis of all too human OGs, four seasons per year, sorry, not sorry

Like a dry dream come true, there’s nothing twixt me & the cosmic horror story

It’s ironic at best and in the realm of journey over the airwaves of the godsmack

Bright or dull, it’s still light from the burning star we call The Sun, burns to black.

In the meantime, the artificial intelligence is merely the human race to capitalize

On the ways and means gifted to humanity by beings of another realm, y’all rise

On your feet & get ready to bow to the only person on Earth you’ll prostrate for

Opened eyes to see what’s been hidden in plain sight of the minions’ metaphor.

Cleanse your palate, dilute your consumption of quarks’ charm and love of Self

Race is on from the backstretch to the finish lines of New York, Philli & Chicago

Part of me is there & another part ain’t there, anywhere near an ocean sea shelf

I’ll get you there really quickly, as simple as Jack Spat, who could eat pizza to go.

Hearing is hard, and the sights are like being blinded by the oncoming headlights

The brights signal to the incoming driver that he/she/it has one’s brights on HIGH

Not to mention the fact that we’re then ridin’ blind and dirty, lockin’ in the rights

On the left, only if you wanna stand up & be protected by the 2nd sign of 3.14 ‘pi’.

Full disclosure isn’t as full as you believed with the blind faith you offered up to Ra

Men & women like sheep, corralled for their own good, wavy graves @RareEarth

Dingbat playin’ in a loop, from story’s origin to the finale, it’s all in the New Birth

Of your mice & men, a trilogy of confusion & destitution, from Origin’s under dirt.

You’ve got a lot of nerve, as much as anyone else born & raised here & now, hence

Go back to the good old days before you had power, now you've got it, jump rope

Code for the place you ought to be is #IxNay & never forget the #IxNay or you lose

The only way to open a door’s lock to the safe place is to recall & say abracadabra.

Thinkin’ that all Chicago police used to know my name, but I don’t know why, y’all

My grampas were two high guys of a Chicago candy factory & #HotFires of smoke

Broke it all down to the most common denominator, I’ve gleaned a fraction’s balls

It’s all over 1, One or Zero, existence preceding the essence, idea out of nowhere.

Have it your way, even though nobody ever gets their way, the motif of extinction

Knowing what you know right now, how can you prove it’s the Truth, I am thinkin’

All about the words, predication and recollection of the method that exposes S#IT

Are you ready like I’m ready, warning to the wise, wisdom is a fleeting kiss of SPIT.

Becoming something before egg & sperm merge, a miracle that can never be so

Think of this & that for no reason at all, philosophize on causes & effects of blow

If it’s got a seed, it will grow with dirt & water, some edible & ingestible forever

Some just the poison that gets your end to arrive before it’s time, hate the lover.

Monkeys mated, they had no idea why, humans do the dirty dog too, functions It

Machined with organic & inorganic conglomerations, pumping verve out of Void

We may not ‘deserve’ to know, & that explains the ignorance & innocence of S#it

Took full responsibility for Karma, can’t recollect, musta been a Bad Boy to avoid.

Hint to discover your purpose, don’t waste a minute of time, sleep less, get Woke

If you don’t, then you’ll probably die before you find out, karma takes it back too

Again & again until the finale fades & the curtain comes down with no encore toke

Loved the Good Ol’ Days, as I’ve said afore, I’ll break it down, memory turns blue.

Follow this bouncing ball; it will slow down and stop due to the force of gravity ‘X’

Unknown why the surface of a spinning glob of rock & muddy water makes Life ‘Y’

If it’s not a virgin praying hard to the gods, then it’s an accidental conception of It

Whatever we are, what this world is, our infancy knew the score, throwback S#it!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May the 3rd year of the Lord MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Enough said #DevilWithoutACause @KidRock link @ https://youtu.be/qcI_-OQlhv4?list=RDqcI_-OQlhv4 & #BigSmo #GoodOldDays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=leDlTSWsU01NvpZ1 & written yet comprehended in perverted versions of the olden days in an egg, all good old days, happiness’ ghost-God created divine Substance. }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ICantGoForThatEither #JustSayItIsntSO #DownSouthJukin #TimeOut #ONEonONE #IWouldntIfIWereYouAll

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.

 

by 
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! }

#ROCK @KidRock #TheEAgles #DuelingDaltons

SOMETIMES YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE,

SOMETIMES I DOUBT IT 

Blink a hundred & eighty-three times & you’re dead, you only need a hundred & eighty-two 
Y’all, every single one of y’all, got needs to bleed from infancy to decrepit fantasy code blue 
Mothers and fathers had nothing to do with your spirit entering random eggs on Earth's dirt 
Yet hell, here you are with the high water and deserts so hot all the water’s gone, God hurt. 

Created this & then punished this, WTH kind of a man is that? Oh, never mind, not a man 
A pretender who could never rise above the Singularity of the Void, intention precedes a ban 
On nuclear weapons that fuse and fissure the atomic structure of the matrix, book an idiot 
So many needs and desires for the impossible to retain a status, nothing to see here, go Bot.

Fury comin’ from the matter’s form, it’s a defecation of the freedom & justice of The Good 
Almighty might of the invisible forces that be, it’s an honor to be immersed in a cosmic soup 
What were my alternatives other than to be here, as I’m constituted by random chance? 
I suspect everything alive's caused by random chance, sustained by pure fortune in a dance.

It’s a Baconesque to be or not to be, hiding behind a philosophy of total ignorance of an End 
As a child forgets about the mortal wound of leaving Mother’s cord, it sits around to offend 
People on every continent, infant to octogenarian pimp on the Almighty’s ebony marble skin 
Hard to get, hard to hold, hard rockin’ yet hard to believe the obvious, that the fix is all in.

Duty calls, I am committed to the cause of being the effect, all that I am is 208 bones’ soul 
Olden days kept the minions in a daze, hunting or trading to stay alive, short life to die for 
Whether diseased from environment or inheritance, the mortality rate for humanity is 100% 
Knowing what you know now, would you have done anything you’ve done differently, intent?

Asleep both at a wheel & behind bars, a DUI manslaughter conviction gets y'all heaven sent 
Bums & junkies walkin’ back & forth under the causeways & freeway overpasses, all spent 
Now only you know & I know the true meaning of the Word, of God, all Mankind of yo’ mama 
Seize the moment of the day your fortune allows, it’s golden dawn bright, out of sight, Papa.

Fruits & vegetables of the Eden Garden keep us alive, to end in ash-veins of formaldehyde 
All I am is the same as all y'all are, DNA/RNA disguised on stage, disappear & die, gods lied 
No afterlife floating 'round in an Ether, disembodied consciousness-memory stack o' whack 
Uplink, upload, download file, a bundle of joy, you invoked chaos’ random hoax, so Get Back!

Holy scat's blessed as the only way to prove we’ve consumed a product evolved from squat 
Used to fertilize up-and-coming seeds blowin' in the wind, intentionally get humanity’s scat 
#Woke become awakened once it’s too late, they wanna get another chance but it’s all over 
Music is being played by the powers that be, neither you nor me, still it’s all that I am, lover.

Hot or frozen-stiff cold are the only ways to be alive, living on Earth, bare skin needs covers 
Pairing up losers is never suggested unless you’re reverting to writing on cave walls, sirs 
Respect and dignity are not negotiable, do unto others as you’d have them do unto your One
Bygones have been bygones since a Big Bang, Time & Space, now & here, God Damn it’s fun.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

#AndHisMamaCried 
c. Dimanche, IV-XXVI-MMXXVI Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this out the cosmic ovum while jammin’ to @Elvis #LiveAtMSG on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WXIuWx0Juw8?si=rMB6mOPpGCzBaatj } 

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