#HighRider #LowBalls #KickYourArse #3DChess

THIRD DIMENSION BETWEEN FIRST & SECOND CHECKMATES *
Not being a dot or a period's point, so to speak, I don't know what that's like, I can't know It
A being a priori and a posteriori for the sake of the whole shebang, so immune to Nothing too
No need or want to be animated yet the full thrust of being replicated, by God and too human
A song sung by nobody in sight, some sirens in the distance crying about a no good dead man.

Mortified to be a stench factory of accumulated matter, condensed and transformed into a Me
I, myself know the way it's all going to go down from now until doomsday, that moment's glee
When you find out that your last breath is all you get for free, that's it, caput, you'll be in rooms
From St. Louis to Tipperary and back to the holy host we all come from, our po' mothers' wombs.

Now, let me see if I've got this straight, meaning that If I do have it right, y'all don't really matter
Not even a small bit of love is left over when you cease to be an animated man or woman hipster
In expletive of philosophy, you glean universal rules for particular units of Fire in outerspace Time
After all's said and all is done, the finish line's crossed and the race is over, God knows DNA slime.

And on to the next race of DNA evolution in Space-Time warped in hydrogen and oxygen gasoline
Earth the soul and heart of all we will ever know, except the astronauts and cosmonauts we fling
Out of our orbit into the bliss of the abyss, the Void between our sanity and our origin's ignorance
It's bliss to Be without responsibility for the activity of the gas inside the outside of creased pants.

Altar boy to musician-scholar to old man watchin' days turn to night as the world spins, in control
Of everything under the burning, mortal sun, star of our mothers, fathers & children, sibling foal
All in One human race to be alive and well, healthy and wealthy, not poor or sick, yet a holy ghost
Came without intention to fix or heal wounded egos but to have faith in blinded eyes of The Host.

My move and it's a checkmate back to you, third dimension, the second one too, anyway it's over
Broad strokes of a pen for an authorization of Force to change the Tide of natural selection myth
That this is some form of random event, a life of conscious experience, that's life's ups and downs
Buzzing consciousness between my ears moves my heart's soul to free 'em, old gold, sad clowns.

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r j j  stephan, i    * #checkmated
c.  Saturday, January 30th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{ AM jammin' to some #LooseGrooves of @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/aAXwaPrajiE }
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#CHANT #DREAM #WOKE #Apemen & @TheKinks @ThorGodOfThunder

HOME TO THE ASTRONAUT, EARTH DIRTY WATER AND LOVE
Filibuster this you mothers and fathers who believe that there's a life after death, a sham's bet
Pick life after death's unknown and you'll get there for certain, as if there's a higher boondoggle
Than the one with your fingers on the trigger/keyboard, thumbs up or down to the empty set
Final ending after the stage is cleared in a Super Nova, bytes to smithereens, Nothing to google.

Completely adept at living and dying on one of the seven continents of mixed up monkey shines
Picked up from their elders who knew nothing more than a rock, a pebble or a bud of the pines
Punks and the elders in rehab homes who'll never leave their drone-like American heroes, pills
They are round and easy to swallow with a little bit of help from the H2O gas, to fuel the shills.

Purple skin where the bruise hurts in the middle but not in the bitter end, Nothing feels so good
No evil at the place where nothing is left to breathe in and out, what's the matter with GD hell
Contact high with the climate change low, knowing the Earth has a spin of it's own, a Robinhood
Ready to exhume the owner and the designer, the creator of the matrix' position to buy and sell.

I'll put your mind at ease, you'll Be the power guided to rise to the hilt of Cream, fake milk spilled
Or get drunk by the prisoners of the war, war against Evil to Live forward and backward, tin foiled
Common yet extinct forms of things that used to be alive, out the doors of perception prize fights
Apemen forms of giants' ghosts at the End of our Days, spoken words, original sins, apple's bytes.

In the cave of monks, history is written on the wall with the blood of dead ones, old & in the way
Putrid tastes & rancid smells entering the pure halls of newborn orphans, raped by ma & pa rays
Historical and hysterical at one and the same time, your last chance is revoked, follow your leader
Who is your leader?  It better be YOU, not him or her because they'll try to make you get higher.

Mind on the edge and off of the cliff, falling into the abyss without any bottom, no core, nothing
Bums & junkies, a browsing bunch of n'er do-wells, wannabe brokers of FOX #gamestop cellphones
Hot, luke warm on the frozen stiffs we bury in boxes underground or in tubes of ash human bones
Back to phonebooths and landlines, shut down towers of power, doom I say, you know the thing!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, January 29th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Jammed while listenin' to @Journey HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KDQrMoksJ4Q }
 
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#SanctuaryForJanuary #FixMeADrink #PutItToMyLips #GitGit #GoHomey #StraightToHehl

CANCEL HISTORY, MAGIC, A MENTAL SHEBANG NEVERMORE, TOMB OF aa *
Ethical decisions from innocent, #Me2 children, babies of civilization's Ruins of #fake humans
Complicated, simple minds with complex mathematical representations of empty-void scrums
You, your parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, enemies and friends are the ash of mortality sins
Alpha, Omega the plains of the X-men who either evolved from scum or on abandoned bums.

Morbidity rates as high as they've been since the origin of the system scat, tuna's are whale
Mixed in the cans with your mother's mayonnaise and pickled relish bits, shake your GD tail
Even apes' scat comes out in the end, they cover it up, they bury it all underground, squeeze
Pinch the final loaf out of the Ends of Time, we're all way too human, whatever jazz means.

Punks rollin' with the #Sell because they cannot buy, when they sell it all, it'll be the #fake milk
Young punks, hobos and civil servants hiding in the bush, in back of the anonymous #GuyFuchs
Radio waves and TV waves putting the Gold and Silver into the raped slum lord head, #godnose
On being your egg before your were inseminated, teach your children instead of the #Marx' ilk.

What is the meat but the dead animals' flesh and bones that used to be alive, death we love It
A means to Life, dead animals and plants consumed, processed #OldSchool in the #White light
Black lights make all skin look purple, black and white are just long-knife, angry colorless eyes
In and out of the filling stations, consuming more or less until the last breath, a colonic release.

Explaining the scent of death, a release of subways' innards of your own choice, #NoTuna hunger
Notwithstanding you not being there for the experience, just recollect your friends who love her
Mother Earth's power, electrical essence to get the Cause, first & last to be a happy, fisted HoHo
Eaten magic to put theoretical, social justice to rest, kill a Word, mind's intelligence is God's foe.

Lay your head to rest, go to sleep like you'll never, ever wake up again, #WakeUp and be #Woke
Your fabulous memory of who you are & where you came from before your birth, is null & void
Knowing nothing about reality, about bacteria & virus infections, science creates premises' coke
Up the nose, down the lungs and into the blood to feed the brain and become a robotic android.

Powerdown, be all alone, after all there's Nothing other than you here & now, we're in the bliss
Time of present, past & what may or may not be in the future prognosis, first-class stars' homers
Who you are & what you are, what you'll be when you inhale your final exhale, a Void of fears
Tiny bits of Charm regret it, #ItsAllOver, Space & Time's gold wind, #Trouble's a Marxist cyst.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, Janvier 28th, 2021 Anno Domini  *WTF DOES THIS MEAN?
{  #LetDadGetLaid to get me here and now, it had to be done!  Drafted this piece listenin' to #WildThing by @Tone-Loc on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4XKIAdeMxzc }
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#BoysRoundHereToo #UpDownAdInfinitum

ON BEING A COLD ONE BABY, SWEATIN' THE SMALL STUFF *
Broken boned corpse, draggin' the only spirit you've got through muddy muck, perpetual honey
Killing the words and phrases with bullets, cannonballs, sticks, stones and the hate of the Word
It's a fictional combination of sound, to make you happy, make you laugh when it ain't so funny
It's pitiful but I have no pity on the inept and those incapable of survival of a pink Easter bunny.

First to the final time, breath goes in and out and never stays long, it's gone before you know it
Stand up straight, attention, at ease of the mankind parade of ecstasy & destitution of gash slit
What it is, it's in and out for an insemination of the pride for mother-lode's antimatter animator
Stiffs that die inside, mixed up things ain't inside anymore, mama with love, gonna be a hater?

It is all your fault and you know it, I know it and we don't care one way or another, no do overs
Stepped in some Rando prints that came right before you arrived, no choice, it's predetermined
Miracles or magic movement of the hands, the outlaws & inlaws are a rough crowd, one angel
Deductions from the given, assumed premises yields a foregone conclusion, a dimensional hell.

Mothers of y'all got screwed by their fathers for not telling them all the Truth, the no brainer
They knew and they died before they told the girls the Truth, keep saying it, The Truth, etc etc
Nobody ever told you the Facts, the Facts of Life?  Now you tell me you didn't know of Her?
Mother Nature ripped you like a dagger, down the center of your heartland, a gift from Sarah.

Who she was & who she'll always be is the One & only One we all came from, red stop sign
Too far gone to die as the One immortal thing itself presents Mother Earth's refusal to turn
Blood lines back to A First Cause's Big Bang Ghost in an empty bed of stars, Space-Time burn
Time you faced the Truth about False Alarms, last one is sounding now, Co-Exist or #FlatLine.

Holy ghosts and the fear and loathing of the Truth that y'all are hangin' by a thread of spiders
Hooked to breathe the air in and out, can't stop unless forced by something stronger than hers
Her love tries to keep you here & now but a heart's attack shoots back, simple rip, cut a break
No regrets, I used to be where you are, I smashed the last straw, above & below, a GD freak! 

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Janvier 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:00 midnight, my mama's mama's birthday in 1906 A.D. @JosepinaLiPumaAlfano  #HappyBirthdayNana  -This woman raised me while my mama had 5 more babies after me... #MotherLine <3

* Drafted while listenin' to @EricChurch #Chief & @JoannaCotton jammin' #OverWhenItsOver link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY & #AColdOne link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
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#DigitalNonsense #FromNowhereSpecialty

WHEN YOU FIND WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR, GREENWATER'S THERE!
One step beyond the glass door of perception, behind the absence of darkness' light side
Perfect that squirt can between your legs, sittin' in a plastic chair at the front of the pak
High and dry, it was as it's always been notwithstanding the foamy, wet hydrogen oxide
I left & you left and we left the Oneness, love burned a short bailiwick and y'all cracked.

High and dry above and below the hella good ol' boys with sweatin' longneck 12 packs
Down by the riverbend where the current really gets goin' for the raft, it's just the facts
At the end of the day, when it's all over, a cold one makes the difference, forget about it
You can't have a do-over because what comes and goes never comes back, river-rat chit.

Muck and mire move the religions to the right & left of the spectrum politico, do it, bite
Right in the most meat you got, probably a butt roast or slab/side of ribs, out of eyesight
For no reason, this doesn't rhyme with the words that end straightened lines, this is it son
Cold one you took from home to your roost where Mr. Right should reside, I ain't the one.

Filled up the tanks of Geronimo for the last stand for the motherland, not yours, it's fine
I was here & now way before the Great Lakes were all that's left of the H2O and my wine
It all got high and dry way before I came to take a stand on my grounded flying machine
In the end at the final shot in the dark, you won't know it but you'll be in a finale scene.

Mortified by the mortician & the embalmer, put me on ice, frozen blue, hard, fake heads
Boys and girls turn around & they either die or live to be a hundred, trade you for beads
Punked & looked up to derelicts living under freeways, dirty monkeys gone bats hit crazy
Gifts of gods over & under a freeway's access to sandy beaches failed 12 paks, I'm hazy?

Bonded to the surfaces of what appears to be the graves of our ancestors and descendants
Surprise is the Word of the day, it can't be all there is, yet it may be, all too human hot Ends
Reward for being punished for other people's karma is ten years down the river, it's all over
From a date of birth through a date of death, we're in it, Darkness pretending to be friends.

by
 r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, Janvier 26th, 2021 Anno Domini  (A Cold One!)
{  Drafted while listenin' to @Eminem #FALL on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MfTbHITdhEI }
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#WhoTheIntercourseCares? #ScreamMoonShine #TaughtHimEverythingHeKnows

YOUR MOON SHINED, A CRESCENDO, A PEEVE, EH?

Tigers & lions dreams begin & you've no idea who or where you are, here, now too

Space and Time itself are constructs of the human brain's genome, DNA gone blue

Freedom and slavery are nothing compared to the coral of life, ready to be the food

Of men and mice, of dogs and cats with their cave dwelling owners of their blood.

In the seminal vessel, a miniscule particle of charm breaks free into the Void to me

Inside the skull apparently above the ground, an urn or casket or Davey Jones' skree

Come hell or high water, that means until death do us part with the H2O, I'm the One

Been there on it for seventy years and there's One more thing, split cortex?  It is done.

Completed mission from the ground zeroes to the epitome of the peak of empty Space

A drive or a flight or a walk or a crawl gets the locomotion to begin, First Cause's ace

In the empty, dark hole or in broad daylight, punks and pundits enter the comical race

Laughing past the bank versateller, nothing ventured or gained from that awareness.

Without sense and without any gold or silver, pirates raid the haves, create knaves

Unscrupulous lovers of living for cheese and shiny gold teeth and nose rings of slaves

Doing the master's bidding to avoid the whip and the isolation of being out of control

Caged behind bars or inside of a lunatic cubical of isolated spirit, exit of death's hole.

Hung, poisoned or natural sleep into the eternal night without a wake-up call, my god

Or God depending on if there is One or more than One, offspring of the Main Vein bod

Which is empty of gas, empty of matter and form to construct life as we know it, a chill

To be or not to be after you die, that's a shaky, spear question without response, I will.

Be is to exist without a host, I cannot do that, I need air and water and junk to eat

Avoid being eaten by the hungry who have no idea that I am not FOOD, I'm a MAN

Spelling & calculating the data from an age of reason to an age of decrepit solipsism

I found you and I, nobody else in the room, there's no trinity except the solar system.

Planets unknown lookin' like the cornucopia of emptiness inside and outside of gods

Divinity posited because only Blind Faith reveals the open sight of guns and hotrods

Here's the tranquility, the day you die my man and my woman, all Adam's Xmas Eves

Making Reality, a Being apart, departed red blood & bones return to gods' of peeves.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 AM PST

{  Drafted listenin' to #SmoothCriminal by #BlackFaceSuspect @Michael_Jackson1 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h_D3VFfhvs4?list=RDh_D3VFfhvs4 }

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#DoItOver #HadItInTheAir #CouldntLandIt

 <3 <3 <3
I GOTTA GO NOW TIGER, BUM RUBBER'S ON FIRE
Coming into the final stretch of the humane race between gods and men, bereaved
From heaven's bowels of the Earth's core where the revolution within resides higher
Above the wind & rain which is evidence of clues to the solution of a time-looper fire
I know and you know we didn't know a thing when we were born or even conceived.

Monkeys saw what monkeys did and they repeated the identical behavior ad infinitum
Here and now we are in the middle of the dream without knowing it, snoring salty scum
Recombinant DNA in a Void's invisible star stuff, fissionary fusion, thermodynamic seas
Animated protoplasm, thinking it exists beyond planets, a false hope for high remedies.

Of the humane treatment of imbeciles and ignorant, blind believers in post starlight too
Many and the single One all involved in the revolution of blown bits of the sun-star, RA
If and only if you are fortunate enough to be at the right place at the right time, you go
Above this world or deep in another, conscious or unconscious, the joke's in Talledega.

Faster cars goin' in reverse order of Time clocks, time outs remaining unknown to death
Gone in conception's deception with a shocking abortion or 100 years of decrepit health
What seems to matter is that you prepare for the End by being present, the here & now
Y'all think y'all got answers, being priests, nuns & FUBAR ministers of raw, cosmic stew.

As deduced from acacic records kept in a holy cave in the pretender's mind, it is Doom
It's on the way because it's natural, the actual imploding of the solar system in a hole
Deeper than finite oceans of hydrogen and oxygen, a Spirit moves it in a TV living room
Where you produce, then see visions of the imaginary, mind's eye scoring a fake goal.

Nothing sweet is inevitable, which is what's always been there, Nothing is a trick of one
Nothing at all is for everyone in any case, a superego is One & Many, a simultaneous me
Recollect the moment afore your conception in the womb, now you know, you see son
Can't hide golden silver from FRICTION mating, cool cats know it's One then, it is done!

Mercury, Mars to Uranus, beyond Neptune & Pluto, a divinity surrounds Earth's 17 seas
Around you like a hula hoop or a wedding ring, anything that rings a bell, gold to seize
Or the silver mountain of left over solar burns, all leftover debris of a supernova rift, Sun
More than One close to us all, all-good drops of cosmic, hot soup, Hell's Love, I'm a bum.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, January 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST
{  Quote by me, "You do what you do, I do what I do and then we're both done," drafted while listenin' to @WarTheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto ala a #FourCorneredRoom & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WFmCCxMp7BE }

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