#UpTheCan #BlankPages #ShotBack #ReturnedFire #OverWhenItsOver #NowThen #GimmeWater

KILL LIKE MEANS  W A R,  UNEMPLOYMENT, FLAT LINED CAPUT, IT'S OVER

Put a drink in my hand fifty years ago and here I am, in a mirror, not pushin' daisies, not sick

I can't remember if it was whiskey or rye, might have been gin or vodka in a 7-7 or gin's tonic

Either way, it was all over when it was all over, I could get from here to eternity with no map

Don't know what happened when I got to a fork in the road but one thing's for sure, it do clap!

I didn't want it but it came out of nowhere, communist plot to kill the GI younger than older

Ask who's left alive after being in the #SKOR and if you don't know what that is, google her

A place in Space on an Earth continent groomed from the bowels of the core, the gods' send

Kill your mind through your brain, it's over when it's over and you know it, it's no excrement!

Pumped through blown fragments of gravitational collapses and Big Bangs, I get it y'all, now

Breakin' it on down for the minions to read and write from grade schools, high ones & stoned

Everybody's gotta go not only to school for the sunrises but also to the sunsets for the highness

Low places swept for creatures who hold my Solo & Dixie cups full of a whiskey & H2O kiss.

They said we had to leave that moon before it was too late and they were right in retrospect

It was my ancestors home and this here place right here on Earth was the garden of their play

They nuked it with pollution and then blamed the gods for the catastrophe, creepy DNA deck

You could creep all night long like your grandma said you would if you were bad boy, sonny.

But in the penitentiary behind the concrete and steel the mothers and dads are all gone, pains

Nothing but you and your mind left to see, hear, feel, taste, and smell, nobody likes the stains

Clothes have no softener, other than your blood, sweat and tears that drop down stoned drunk

All of the dregs of society get stoned for being stupid, ignorant fools, bore to men who stunk.

Here's a coup d' gras for the mardi gras, students who learned nothing become teachers too

Passing no the unknown, occult knowledge of drinks in the hand, Jack Daniels or Smirnoff

Either way, #BrownOut or #WhiteLight that Spirit will elevate conscious minds from an asp

All the nonsense of an Earth goddess' damned art of being all too human of a being, last gasp!

The kids in the Bowery and boys in the Hood used to say things only they'd comprehend, dig?

It's nothing personal and it doesn't reflect on your worth as a person or human being, fix a rig

Shoot the line up the main to the brain, make the opiate flakes cover the logic and reason scat

Inherited from philosophers and lunatic dopes, first mover of masses, to war, where it's all at!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Freezember 31st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

MONKEYS WARMIN' UP IN THE BULL PEN, MAKE LOVE FOR MILK TO FEED THE HUMANE ILK #HitTheRoadJack @ACDC #LaughBetweenTheJackAndCoke @BrothersOsborne

BECOMING AGHAST IN JUST A MINUTE, REVVING UP MY ENGINES
Between rocking and rolling the sounds of words meaning nothing, echo sounds of empty cavern
I found you where I was at, where it's all at, inside of in's and out's of a club, uncle Josey's tavern
Where ladies drank until they had no concern for their health, being or welfare, fly outta the bar
Punks and flys that hover over their scat waiting for a place to land, wings down, parkin' the car.

Amazed that the humanity has survived the Big Bang theories amalgamated by the men of caves
They hid within the hills and mountains out of the fear of being killed, maimed or gobbled knaves
Crusaders left with #CockBlockers on holy maids girdles, goddess progeny bore the all too human
One evolved animal, DNA stones of a Big Bang expand & contract, in a rock concert's acid of Ends.

I and the ilk called my aristocracy will not animate the dead bones, when it's over, it is what it is
Going from innocent wonder to a jaded end of life view, yet we're not food, all cadaver egg yolks
To be or not to be buried, burned and consumed by Fire or Earth in the sky or air, it's for the Kids
Knowing the Truth & having the Wisdom to apply the data, a matrix?  That's all she wrote folks!

You had no idea why big people had the power to mold our behavior, now it's been said & done
Formed by the humanitarians and the war mongers who bear duplicates to fight, sisters of Droid
All of them will live and die in a hundred years, more or less, most much less and then...have fun
Far away from blown atoms of electrons, neutrons & protons, what I am is a divine, robotic Void.

Fearless, maximum power impact to defeat all myriad forms of life, I'm nothing, drink my blood
Nor pick the flesh off of my bones, like a pig, a cow or chicken, I'm inedible & won't be your food
You might be mine if you can't use language to be all too human, fire cooks the meat so sweet
In the end, the time is out and the game is over, recollect the good, evil and ugly under a sheet!

Burns within the soul, remnants of divine Voidness looks like the empty soul, conceived in a hole
Bottoms were up & the chips were down when it counted, conception's Big Bang, a spitting pole
Now you see what you get, this here and that there, subjects & objects to predicate the bee sting
Nobody knows you, nobody knows me, we know nothing and that's it, that's all, caput, badabing!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, FREEzember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #BiggusDickus @MontyPython link @ https://youtu.be/kx_G2a2hL6U }

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#CasaNoble @CasaNoble @Santana @FloridaGeorgiaLine #WhiskeyGlasses #RemembersYouCreepin' #TequilaWillKillYa

THE ILK OF MOTHER'S MILK, FAILED, PLAYIN' NAKED APES

This is not a debate but it is a monologue of the nature of the beast within your meat
Hollow inside the auricles and ventricles that pump Joy's juice through heads and feet
Mundane star, sun's disintegrated Ends of Time's struggle, daily bread's coffer of gods
Neptune, Saturn, Venus, Pluto, Mars, Jupiter, Mercury, Uranus yet not of Earth floods.

Greeks, Romans, Persian hordes of the conquered left with a 21st century's bloody ears
Of the Herd, above & below it's stampedes to follow the leaders' ironies of baseless fear
Threats to torture & restrain you from your philosophical errors, all wet dreams are free
From first to the last time you suck the gas in and let it out forever, however it is to be.

Beat the clocks that imagine keeping time is one through twenty four, ad infinitum beats
Of the hearts and minds of the minions, born from rich and poor wombs of empty grace
Winning is everything or you don't survive, you will become extinct, all dug in with cleats
Ma and pa died and left me boss, I'm the One, the only one who will laugh in God's face.

Since it is all what I am, laughing in my own face isn't an act of bravery, it's no act of fun
It's the name of the game, it's all about me and without me, none of this matters one bit
It's not a dilemma for me to insult those who are not the dreamer in the dream, I'm stabbed
Naked ape boys & girls, infants transformed into the cadavers of the #ToeTagged & slabbed.

News is made to read all about it, if one can't spell or read, you'll be an ignorant, idiot savant
A fool's fool in an olypmic swimming pool of mud, blood and beer, awaiting the cool foot stool
On the trapped mice and willing humanity, it's over when it's over, you've got no choice at all
Nobody can write this fiction of OM blind faith a sham, oh wait, my life, my disarmed karma?

Wolves and the other walking, slithering and flying monsters from Earth are hungry for meat
I saw her ahead of Time, tomorrow or the day after yesterday, that's today for the challenged
Headscratchers in our midst to remind us how not be be dressed to the nines, good rockin' Ma
I'm woke in a nobrainer, afraid to awaken cuz, baked, got no shelter, dead & gone now was Ga.

Sex & crackers should make the mothers & fathers of hippies & cowboys become riders aghast
Same things gettin' bitten off, byte by byte, rollin' a stone buzz, karma for what I got comin', sins
It's all good, the taste is all mine, the smell is all mine, what you see & hear is what ya get, at last
Strong & ready to punish violators of peace & love, moron boys & their progeny, my dead ends.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, Freezember 28th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{  Quality words spun out of the nomad yarn I've gleaned from 69 years of rollin' with @FloridaGeorgiaLine #HowWeRoll link YouTube @ https://youtu.be/CbxuXq_981s }
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#ShotBulletsAtTheMoon

SKIN, BONES & MY SCREE IS WINKIN' & BLINKIN', LITTLE SQURT!

NOTHING BUT ENOUGH IS WAY TOO MUCH ---------------------------

 

I whistled Dixie before my exits at the entrances, I'd soon be gettin Mardi Gras drunk on dank

I am & you are, in general and in particular, taverns & bars my lust for the Climax, checkin' rank

Captains or generals become as dead as the door-nails hammered into the lumber of Joshua X

Black Jack #49 in and out of my mind, just the highest spirit to be on the planet's star dirty Rex.

 

Mama I remember all the love, don't worry in heaven or hell we'll all go and get to know which

What the cash can't buy is the day after you die, what you see is what you'll get from a sea witch

On the crest of the waves' surf, you gotta wonder why your waxed board held the curl to Valhalla

Angels feared the devils, twister sisters and soul brothers, #FakeNews' 50 G watts of Barbarella.

 

Cage fights ended the party, the whole thing is auto pilot on steroids, #Woke and #Awakened too

Just in case things don't go as I planned, it'll be over anyway, like a chariot, so bible thumpin' fast

Not higher than heaven but just there on the invisible plane of formless drips of the Space walks

Immigration and the exodus from the One and the same thing, a climax it knows won't ever last.

 

Fallin' out of the tree hurt my bones, made it to be about 90 or so, worked over when it was over

You got a bit too familiar with the material world full of material girls and boys who ain't no lover

Nuns & high priests cannot hold the bones close, the highest essence becomes too human, divine

Struggled with souls of blue rubber & other things, red wine high, altar boy cuts & scars, all mine.

 

Boys in the city hood really die earlier than their time, they eat the fat and it murders the blood

Grease from the plants & animals to mend the Big Bang, still out of control hollywood fish food

Holy days and holidays count as the revolution down by the river and the one above and below

Born one day, back road or hospital or low riversides of Metro honky tonks, downwind, I blow.

 

Dove off the board, did either a jackknife or a cannonball, could have been a swan or belly flop

In any case, all H2O dries up when the heat gets hotter than a pistol after a Bonnie & Clyde stop

What does that mean? Earth is an electron going around a neutron star, a positron #fake insight

Imagine, good, bad & ugly, melted beauty into forms of muck & mire, I'm what that is, yo' right!

 

by

r j j stephan,

c. Dimanche, Freezember 27th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted to @BarenakedLadies #GreatestHits videos out of pandemical phantasmagoria, #GimmeABreak link @ https://youtu.be/8ggJS0p-QQc }

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#ThisMeansWAR @WARtheBand #TheStruggleEndsAdInfinitum @BruceSpringsteenConcert2020 #TheBoss #OnTheStruggle

#OnTheStruggle
IMMORTAL ENDING RUINS, MIXED RUNES UP 7, DOWN 3
What is said is what's been heard over and over again, ad infinitum for 3/4 of a century
Humanity reviews the historical record & then when faced with the eternal Void of Hell's
The brave, humane species which evolved from fallen angels or cro-magnon apes, I see
One but not Many, divided in body & mind, magic, occult Words of dastardly cast spells!

On the nature of being out of Time, this or that 1 of moving from First Cause to a Void
Contraption of essence's presence, it's volume of effervescent-sights, a tactile android
To come out of a Past history of the Cause into this lapsing, momentary Present Future
When the lease on the hardware has reached it's upper limit, a shutdown of Evil's Cure.

It's a matter of being alive or dead, all it is & has ever been, One's conundrum opinions
A supreme court of a world's energy bursts, 208 bones & complex immortals' #fake sins
My fault or not, I am still present in the Now and I have been in the Past, pullin' on a toke
As soon as I'm here though, I'm long gone before the first light, invisible as risen smoke.

Like it or not, here you are and there it is, for you to masticate & digest in due Time's Id
Deep down in the DNA, a code's clearly the only option for the Free Will, there's no Kid
It's all inside of the deep, unknown, awareness of God's gods, almighty Omega of OMs
Shoot, stab or slander messengers, dissect the message, annihilate The Alpha, Homes!

Into a mystical memory of bones full of acidic DNA that the origin had at a Supernova
Recollecting a full awareness of What this Universe is exactly, a proving or playground
Making this and that there all there is to worry about, nothing else matters, only Truth
What it means to be, just too human, here & now with others who've no wisdom tooth.

Beginning at the end, we just know it, we know nothing beyond factoid Life's holy scree
Left to the sacred hearts whose mothers were not raped by savage warriors with a need
To be or not to be's never the only question but it's a decent question, a quitter's extinct
Survival mission is complete, miraculous One of a Void's spirituality, Sisyphus' blink!

Performance of the most adapted rises up the food chain, cream of the crop, uneaten
Of mice, men, rats & saints, dreamin' things at the fires of burning sticks, drum beatin'
Whatever you do, don't waste time, activate functions of the calculus, OK wise guy?
What you see if your blind eyes don't deceive your conscious mind, so it is #TooHigh!

Why roll a boulder up a mountain?  Just because it's down at the bottom of gravity's Sun
Earth's a burning-out star of it's former self, Nothing to see, gods, Adam, Eve, not a One
Self-pity between ignorant DNA remnants of spontaneous combustion, all shoot a moon
Lunar landing on got bent on a fictional Nobel, Zeus' holy of holies, Osirus' #EndsRune.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, FREEzember 26th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{  Replaced #FreeWill with this cosmic reprogramming from the #Void, #InfiniteHealing link @ https://youtu.be/sOL0awzDh4Q #FifthDimensionInfiniteHealing #BonaVentura}

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#MerryChristmas TO ATHEISTS TOO! #ToysAndTops of a #RockBeat Retarded Genius in Utero #NothingToPlayFor #ThumpinDotHeadStrummin #LightenUpJesus

MEA PATER & MATER OF SPACE & TIME, IN TREMELO TROUBLE

I wrote it down, all she said to me when I was fast asleep but I couldn't see It

You know the thing, what it is when you can't see or touch it in an epileptic fit

Common grounded in dead lead based gold, seventy Christmas eves' fights above

And below the thing, you know the thing I can't recall but what matters is Love!

In the pinch, out of any shelter, no home to go back to because you got lost here

That's the whole story of many men & women on Earth, seven continental shelves

Hangin' stockings on fireplaces, runnin' trains around in circles about Santa elves

Bad and good all get a little something to make it all worth while, pretending to care.

You can't pay attention to the words you read and you must take the gist of the salad

Holy babies born and bred to die in pleasure or pain without regard for the dead ends

Wherevers they are is where it's all at, on coastal craggy beaches or high up in hills

Wishin' a Christmas was more than a baby born to die on a cross, on a hill of star dirt.

Saints named Christopher and Nicholas not to mention the Alberto and the Ricardo

On the floor or in the sky, behind all of the sleigh bells, we are here to make the blow

Wind of the four directions of the spinnin' wobble goin' around in ecliptic repetition

Free Will to choose the Good, the Evil or what's left in a Nothing sandwich of Ham.

Curious that the things themselves came from somewhere no longer in my #Bawls

Completely stunned by the light comin' out of the skies and ground, blinded I am It

No proof of that theory's evolution, I have naturally selected my self's missing link

What I am and what I was is what I'll always be, Son of God, Son of Adam-ALs!

Coming forward and reversing the momentum from the end back to the Origin toy

A monster ball of star fragmentation with the potential for germinating muddy dirt

Enculturation of the virus and bacteria in their petri dishes puts Man into Woman

No other way to make day & night, you know the thing, intercourse, #ComeOnMan!

The light remains off until you flip the switch and only you're in charge, in power

Nobody is going to die for you when it's your time to die, stay alive up in the tower

Celebrate the moments of clarity and decades of cultural confusion, as St. Nick's face

Beatin' off my metronome, spellin' magic on the Planet's who do, what I am, Space.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{  #AllIWantForChristmasIsYou in an infinite Chicago-Loop, thanks @MariahCarey <3 link @ https://youtu.be/CYvm0P-v3Jk }

FUBAR ^ FINIS

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#BottomsUp Give me my ... @Nickelback @InAndOUT OF THE MYSTICAL MEMORY OF CHRISTMAS PAST, WAY GONE! #RASCALS #BrooksAndDunne #WoodyWoodpecker

 

THE JIG'S UP & YOU'RE GOIN' DOWNTOWN

You may not like what you're gonna read, who gleans anything from fables & proverbials

Not only can I not recollect the past but also can't foretell a future for you, me or anyone

Above or below where I stand here & now on this grounded Earth planet, far from suns

93 million miles away takes a flash if you're the speed of light, 186,000 ft/sec/sec guns.

A shot out of wandering atomic matter, fission, fusion, long gone is all you're gonna get

No heaven above this thing itself, neither more nor less than a blind man's bluff, don't fret

It's gonna be alright, alright, alright & you can rely on that as a fact of life, factoid Truths

Complete and unfortunate at one and the same time, the Grace of God is the sky's proofs.

Not a joke or a trick to make the created hope for afterlife seem to soothe fear being eaten

Maybe it's a dream within a dream as #EdPoe would've wanted us to believe, hell's a scene

Monkey victims & slaves below masters' anthropomorphic philanthropy, faith, hope, charity

Apes are these 208 bones you share with us, yet you've been shortchanged in RNA clarity.

 

When you were thirteen or ninety three, nothing mattered & if it did, I'd no blind faith, fondly

Compared to the mist of H2O & the inner heat of thine planet's core, Sun's of God, neutrons

Like it or not, too many dreams died with bodies of mankind, full of scat mankind left Sons

At the bottom of conclusions, there's a finite amount of premises, assumed as I walk blindly.

Stood here on a stoop, can't step back, face it, it's all 'bout me now, bangin' a show's gong

Nothing mattered anyway, after the last gasp I took, no judgement of activity, right or wrong

Ethical certainty attained finally as my corpse begot #TheStruggle, critical mass of 7th sons

Confucius, Mo & Jesus, alive, evil positive positrons, neutral protons, negative electrons.

Let the fire & ash go out & become the emptiness it came from, winning the race I lost It

Why I came in the 1st place, principles in place, to fade away from zygotic acid deep chit

Never astray like lost lambs before death, prey of men & mongrels, eat the bloody animus

Safe bet y'all gonna die, more or less than a hundred elliptical trips, around Uncle Remus!

Shivered & shook the babies who made the trip past the abort & abused stages of a wisdom tooth

3/5 of this Ball's liquid, it's believed, can evaporate into Space, fallen Eros' atmospheric pressure

We've no experimental proof of this essence whether it's a truth or a lie, you can't test the Truth

It's at the bottom of occult's unknown, backs of angels who fear to go, bottoms up pleasure.

 

In a chieftain's tribe, alpha & omega, equal in power, liquid, solid in a gas force, godsend sea

Love & a mixture of Earth's magic dust made out of saints' & sinners' acid trip to the moon

In midnight hours or early in illusionary Dawn's rising, settin' Darkness' gold to die for soon

Peace-pipe calculus recommended to animate warriors & scribes in tribes, God smoked trees!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, December 24th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 12:05 PM PST

{ Drafted on Christmas Eve in NorCal, livin' the dream with my honey & full of the scat of this year 1974, the year I got back to the world from overseas!  That was indeed a trip, twice overseas & back, God.....this is some @RareEarth, indeed it IS!  #HeyBigBrother link to #Chicago circa 1974 @ https://youtu.be/cVKz2TcIhBY }

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G.D. = GOOD OR . . . Divine Ends when the Heart skips that Last Beat... #BlastOff #Launched #ThankYouBaby #OK?

LOVE AIN'T DEAD, IT'S ALL IN YOUR G.D. HEAD, tootaloo tattoo!

Found on the road dead like the road-kill that gets scraped up by the shining ape scribes

They scrape the blood and bones from the removable anima that come & go to my Earth

For no reason or for an unknown, mysterious logotype's phenotype and the men of hurt

Pines grown high and tall from the roots deep in the ground of the Being, Mother's dirt.

Saved from the drowning & the incineration of the Good and Evil, kiss under 7th heaven

Underground yet above and below everything at one and the same time, rye bread's leaven

My gods & demons rolled into a mighty crematorium of lost souls, idiots & fools, morons

Frequency of MY trips around circles of friends accumulated in the wake of third godsons.

I didn't thank you for coming to my personal, pity party sent straight from the Greek's divine

Mothers of the fathers who pretended they were essential to the Way of being, all fine wine

Drunk more than I should have, first and last kiss came so quickly, I forgot about a cool chill

A shocking pleasure from toe to tip of the pointed head above a hangman's neck, One of skill.

Nevermore to die, nevermore to live in 7 seas' full of salt, dried up star dust from above Me

Death throes comin' through the dirty windows of LSD, tripped from stimuli to the casket T

I know it's good, bad & uglier than it used to be but it's everything to me, a Beautiful blue sea

Water, retained gas of merged molecular liquid, gravitational force of divine atoms, 'bout me.

Baby born from God?  All of us are, no reason to think we are just junk, germs of sky demons

Punks born & grow up to be put down the hole or burned into cosmic ash of universal foreskins

Got the axes twangin' and the bells ringin' & drumsticks beatin' anima skin, black cows & bulls

Four legged food to be eaten with Wheaties at midnight with your pill medication of sea gulls.

In flight from the down here to up there, where'd they get the directions?  Where's the GD map?

On the grass or the tar and asphalt of the Big Boys who pretend to know a secret, it's all CRAP

No one has the hidden wisdom, it's a mystery because it's hidden to be found by a Man, at One

Storms and the resulting gravitational collapse make it all worth while, livin' life under a zipgun.

Oh see it all before it passes away like our ancestors' body of bones, presence gone in a red flash

Here one day & gone the next, memory for a moment until a crash and burn of a sonny boy cache

Born a God, died a Man, kissed the skin and bones every day as if it was my last, we are so high

Gods bring snow but it's all the heat of the night to me, I ain't a bird, no wings but I'm gonna fly!

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AMPST

{  Jammed while listenin' to @GwenStefani & @BlakeShelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas on youTube #LinkInALoop @ https://t.co/4c32MZXHUt?amp=1 }

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CONCERTO IN THE KEY OF SONNY & TREEZA , Mama & Papa thanks for all them Christmas' presents in the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, 00's, 10's & now from #Cielo

CERTAINTY OF MUSCLE MEMORY

In and out of dead things themselves, variable forms of mothers, original sources of invented sins

Of the water both clear as light and polluted as the diapers of all the infantile, zygote DNA skins

On the day the Christ came, it's certain, mistletoe & presents weren't in Kris Kringle's 12/25 bags

 God only knows and there's no evidence of that to the men and women who like to rock the rags.

Movin' wonderland fiction to fake reality, awakened before the dream was over, can't get it all back

Had to stay awake and wait until I was too tired to keep my eyes open, complete mischievous hack

Taking all that is useful & adaptable to the human genome & pretending that ain't all there is, boy

Pretending there's a supernatural power that creates things, forms of life from Nothing but a Void.

Bad and good for Nothing is about all a man can expect from the random collisions of atomic ilk

We are whatever we are, named the things, sounds of appearances to extra sensory perception milk

From mom's teats and the glass and plastic bottled, rubber nipples that you could bite to gulp a sip

Babies grown up Eagles and everything else below those nests above the pines, Time's Space flip.

Presented from the irretrievable past magic, the causes and effects out of anyone's control, a Will

Free but in ignorance of the power to utilize it's influence over the causes and effects of counsel

What will be will be regardless of the prediction or the recollection of the memory, presence I am

Nothing is what it seems in or outside of the twilight zones of sensory perception's doors that slam.

Words come in and out of mouths because heads would blow if they were kept deep in a shallow mind

One tiny cell, alive with a code of divine invisibility, First Cause is the Unmoved Mover, really a climb

From the muck and mire, in the black or red mud, hungry to recycle the dead plants, smoke-high hash

Way down six feet more or less, unless you're bones and rotten organs got incinerated to hella grey ash.

Innocent and possibly too hopeless to be completely hopeless yet there's a light at the end of the tunnel

Off in the darkness' distance, light years or just another moment away, hard to say if this is just a riddle

I'm supposed to be inclined to not only tell you the secret occult wisdom but also believe it's true blue

Or chartreuse, maybe a different hue of amber or topaz or emerald or diamond, on a ring round as you.

From an orbit outside of my living organs, there is an alien presence tasked with absorbing Oneness

My memory is recollecting a condition of moving from innocence to the guilty presents my highness

Putting my mind over the matter is all I could do the day before the end of Times for the rolled gold

Punks I came from and punks I put out of the Nucleus, right, wrong, good, bad, leaf twisted & rolled.

Brutes and the unfathomable progeny spawned from mutant, recombinant blue, black & redskin

To say words, the spells of the magic making effects just happen, by the wiggle of a nose or paw

Temptations of Eve and the apples of Adam are tales to pass Time from here to there, now & then

Monkeys and apes in trouble with their mothers and fathers, DNA code of the acid trip mode, y'all.

Asleep walkin' around, sleep walkin' from dawn 'til sundown without a clue about the reason why

Because you don't go to church, you don't believe in the unseen, the invisible, the miracle superfly

Reason to rationalize, apes are human too, humans are cro-magnon mutants, then to Neanderthal

Meaning you believe you're a special, immortal soul, piece of the cosmic dust, just dead & grateful.

Simply a mind, a simple complex of neurotic sparks of living tinker bells, sparkled away in no Time

Prairies and the hills' mountain peaks protrude from the flat ground that arose up out of grimy slime

Cosmic church, gun-shy priests without a worshiper, empty button-up suit makin' dog cocker spaniels

Keep your chestnuts hot on-fire, holy black, starlit night of Jack Frost & Carols high on Jack Daniels.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember 22nd, 2020 A.D @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Jammed listenin' to Christmas Carols #UTA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vEcIvgHLOq0 }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PapaWouldaWantedItThatWay #MAMA #PAPA ...we're all #RollinStones...so........... #LetsRollBaby! #RareEarth #BishopBullwinkle #HehlTwoTheNoNoNoNo #HardHeadsInCemeterialStarDirt

MONKEYS' EVOLUTION, FLIGHT OF SUCCINCT WISDOM  -------------------------------------

Nothing matters in history if you don't know what happened below, as above the green tablets

Hide the WORD of the formula to transmigrate the consciousness of humans to alter trajectory

Common minds are the wealth of the One, here and now serving the planet's magic day tripper

Monsters of heroes all in One big ball of star dust, what's left of a mind's gravitational collapsar!

 

Inside of the core of centered Oneness, The Force of Evil of the Live, forward, centered, 208 bones

Comes home to roost at the alpha males feet, breathing fresh gas, drinking fresh gas of the lords

Who will suck the air in and out of your lungs? Not your mother this time, nor your father hordes

Evil that's alive, sack the civilized, kill the males & tribal children, rape the women & beget Jones!

 

Coming to the end of the lives which we all appreciated, every single moment of tragic comedies

Melting back into the ground of being, what it is, this substance returns like drippin' drops of Seas

Billions of atoms, molecular configurations of lost boys and girls, makin' historical hysteria screes

Laid out to rest after millions times of gettin' laid, lying to the priests and the pope of Earth trees.

 

Void to avoid is everywhere you look, All that you see, hear, smell, taste & touch, a middle finger

Ruptured the relationship of trust and charity & expect nothing less than an abandoned dreamer

Here is a thought, the Origin of this human species is Nothing, the Void of Space's Black Hole sniff

There is an atom, from the origin to the extinction of the planet's orbital revolution about the IT!

 

Even if there is no evidence of life on Earth from 93 million miles away where gods reside, a=men

Sperm whales and mitochondrial recombination of the sea's living cells, created the reality seen

In one end and out of the other is the only way to avoid mortality, alternatives are unacceptable

Come to be me, duplicate ma & pa, they were here, now they're all gone, my breeder cow & bull!

 

Recollect this family of vegetables and fruits we eat in the garden of Eden's de-evolution of gods

Perfection to imperfection, being the creation-invention of a #FreeWill without any 60's hotrods

Material world, material girls and boys came from a super nova, headed back to Singularity-One

It's not what my parents wanted, the Truth is impossible to embrace, a holy day I die, just for fun.

 

Things came out of the sky, things were living on the ground, as above, so below, Earth pregnant

For a Third Time, y'all have knocked her up, if the shoe fits then you gotta wear it, it's a godsend

Mama and papa never preached about it, silence was golden and preachin' left to an intelligencia

Gleaned from the primary, secondary and tertiary forms of enculturation, I'm what heaven sent.

 

Nothing to see here, move along your Time to the next Space you'll be, forsaken of #fake reasons

To be or not to be will never be the only question when you're hungry, cold, sick & tired of the Flu

Long way to the top of the Time line or you die before It's culminated in the fake love of gods too

2000 pounds in flight above the mind, country monkeys #Woke, above, below divinity's 7th Sons!

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Freezember Twentieth day of 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted in Utero, recollected today, nearly 70 years ago as I burst out of the embryonic fluid into this amazing flombet of #WordSaladAlaMamaAndPapa listenin' to a 'Long 17" Version' of @RareEarth #MA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

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CAROL'S CHRISTMAS LEGACY IMMORTAL HOME #ApeSheetCity #PrizeOfTheEyesWideOpen @TheEaglesBand @MavisStaples #EVOLUTION

HANGIN' ON PAINTED, POODLE NAILS & PINK-GUMMED FALSE TEETH

It all changed in a NYC minute in the middle of the night when everybody was down & out rockin'

Fixed against preacher's loser coverage of life and behind the back stabs with points of molly dagger

Princes and queens move the far away place closer than you want it to be or not to be, in the kracken

Monkeys in paradise, eatin' the fruit falling from the trees, all eyes on the prize, recycle the seeds' sin.

Refugees and natives of the red, brown and black dirt from the #WhiteOut of the desert to the wet surf

Waves comin' in and out because of the wobble and spin of this crusted orb, assuming my dry dreams

Are true at least to me if not to the entire cosmos, Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter jackin' me up/down

All of it just because without any First Cause, it's an immaculate conception of the bytes and sundowns.

Royalty and slavery are two sides of the same coin, flipped and landed only one way, never on an edge

Either all gone and pretending to still be here and now or else, we're in the middle of what broke loose

An idea from the nucleus of the thing itself that has no mass, no matter and no energy, It's just the funk

You've got to give it up before too long, nobody can accommodate one's Self without a slammin' dunk.

Sweet homes full of the savory love and kisses moms and sisters give to lips and cheeks, xmas cheers

Nothing but yesterday to remember and all but my mind remains irretrievable to the minions' careers

Try as they might, none of the tiny creatures, both big mutants and miniature pewter wizards & dragons

Eyes of sapphire, ruby, jade, diamond and opal, the hard rocks of Earth's Big Bang, come on now sons!

Smart apes creating fantasies to repeat to the unborn as they fight for the air to breathe, against all odds

Fast lane on track beneath my boots, I stand in the footsteps of the grandest dads who left it all in hehl

Slow pokes get to the finish line late, but they normally never quit because a quitter NEVER wins It

Losers never win because they are unfinished business within their genome, DNA damage of a Styth.

 

There's a hold on your credit and your friends and allies have abandoned you to the powers that be It

On good or bad days, in the end they all turn ugly due to the nature of Earth's mass, stardusted schyt

For the sake of the innocent minions who depend totally on mothers and fathers of the god-sent grace

To or from rubber souls of godparents to bundles of cryin' bones, Adam & Eve put a fix on our face!

A step up and a couple backward to where you came from, above or below the wise, blind man' bluff

Christ's masses for the sheep and lamb to barbeque and dine with a toast of the vino grapes of blood

No wrath to beget from a holy of holies, inside the seplechure I am what I can never not be, in suburbs

Impressive, Big Bangs' ultrasound, a smell of God's good & dirty rain comin' down my Chicago curbs.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Freezember 19th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Released the #Kracken this AM drafted this while listenin' to @MavisStaples #HoldOn in a loop at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SvMMGf1wrms}

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#GitJiggyWitIt #DoubleTimeLadiesAndGents #ChristmasOnHoldForPeace #FunkInAJar

FUNK FROM AFAR AND JUNK IN A JAR

Coloring books with crayons shaded rainbow, white to black, red, green noel-peace sign

Every little piece of the picture had some color, sometimes invisible to the oh not so fine

Beauty and the lack of the attractive genome, to procreate the species against Man's will

To be here forever in a form of mutated DNA in fully engaged on the accelerator downhill.

I've got a secret that everybody knows, a bigger fabrication of Truth than a divine Great Lie

To say that you get to be here longer than your living, loving 208 bones is a fool's way to die

Orphanage of the goddesses who progenated the beasts' numbers, one little girl scout cookie

Escaped before the dream ended & found eternity was never, neverland, oh say can you see?

Christmas and New Years just a way to complete the circular jerk of the planetary orbital path

Circling the ecliptic ad infinitum until the retro Big Bang, the Singularity is on the way, wrath

All that there is and all that will ever be has already been before and will be after you're gone

Miracle that you got a moment to rock and roll the Way, to see the reason why we rocked bone.

Holy and holly days between the other days, also as holy as the other, granted, just a blessed It

Monkeys, slugs, angels, demons saints, goddesses afoot putting the gold and skunk smoked Pot

To boil or to smoke until the remnants of the chemicals wade out into the human DNA, dip-chit

Into H2O's formula mix, a concoction unduplicated, a novel corona virus, a snowman's dry rot.

Church and the midnight mass to see if your girlfriends came to the late show, a Christ love fest

Thinkin' that the creator of the universe has the time to recreate the men and women of evil's best

Criteria for the judgement, a rational conclusion based on valid and consistent premises, & ouila!

It's all out in the open, the emperor exposed the naked truth, the way it had to be, a cool Coca cola.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. December 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2359 hours #BirthdayCakeOfTwins'59

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NICE DREAMS! #FeelinLikeChristmasAgain #Wait2020DontGo

MC FATHERS OF MINE, GREAT-GRANDFATHERS' CLASS-A'S
Who!  Zygote to corpse, life & death rear godheads above & below a GI's bed of dry, wet dreams
Came for the party and received the shattered love of nobody other than me, myself, my schemes
Nothing comes of this after death, no soul to live on and be rewarded or punished for darker days
You and I were awake in the light and during the darkness we slept and dreamed it's just a phase.

Mercury to Pluto and beyond the microcosm we refer to as our star system, there's infinite grace
Blessing to be alive for a second, a minute, day, week, month, year, decade or century of my face
Lookin' in the mirror and watchin' the mutation of growth from boy to old man, before the creep
Of modus operondi & corpus dilecti, I soul search for a Happy Ending to this apple core, too deep?

On a drift boat goin' downstream to the sea of unknown things and absolutely nothing In and Out
It's not my choice but it is my destiny to move the thing itself, inside of my bones' form to Doubt
About the nature of this and that beast's relationship to Death, food we eat, our inedible corpse
Monsters drifting into the flow to steal the happiness from the cowboys and girls, savin' a horse.

New deal is the same old deal, confiscating property & possessions of all the free ladies & gents
Put into a huge cauldron of donations and burned into the meltdown of Gold for the camel tents
OIl underground of the sand dunes in the moonscape of Earth, it's the life blood of the animation
Burned to animate the thing itself, a myriad of form-shaped Time & Space, mortality's venial sin.

Puffing hard on the joints rolled from the trees and plants of the planet, heights known to few go
Up & away from a grounded foundation of assumptions, extinction-worthy schemes of cats flow
Pretending to bark and growl as a junkyard or champion dog breed should, waiting for a bone
To gnaw and lick as if it's fresh kill leftover from the Big Dog and the nasty beeotch females, so...

Songs, full of notes and words from another plane of communication with the other world's kid
All of the thoughts go in and out as they naturally do and in the End, silence is always what I did
Crying at first for no reason other than the shock of being out of the womb, begging for a scone
Just before the wonder is assuaged by the facts of life, One to One, we are all the One, it is done!

Bears, butterflies, bacteria and the virus that originates the pantheon of Reality, as we all know it
Those things merge with who we believe we are & we create Things, we shall all know It in a bit
As above, so below itself, the same thing embraced as an empty Void of rat leaves and ginsing tea
I am, you'll are & someday DNA forms won't be, no trace of a ghost, no return, dead n' gone, MC!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVI, MMXX
{  Drafted to #Creepin' by @EricChurch link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/8OZhw-aQTP8 }

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