#LeavesDropBudsSmoke #HighDefinition #WhoIsOnFirst @AbbotAndCostello

ALL THESE ARE THE FEMALE BARKING ONES, HOWLING AT THE FOOL'S OUT DOOR
Superstition & superstitious are one's blind faith in the unknown, in Fear itself, One moon of 7UP fools
Wired for ordering the categories in limits of imperatives that cannot be false, a priori power, my ghouls
All the above and none of the below move anything other than this Earth, one planet's burnt life, dead
Occult wisdom isn't written in your bibles & treatise of the mass extinction, dirty baby bath watershed.

Miracles in attitudes of the prophets who know nothing and are starving for edible dead forms of life
In the end, you'll see the guns and knives, the bombs and the melting consciousness into the DNA glue
Bygones been bygones since the first day of light exploded the super nova and here we are, now so blue
As if dropped from the empty sky of dreaming millituplets, double jeopardy for a three musketeer wife.

For the last gasp of gas, you'll pay in advance from the birth to the death of one's who are the same
As if there was a mystery about the facts of life, come on man, a matter of Time's Space, a fire's flame
It's lit by love and in the end it's extinguished by the weight of the Void, the mass of anti-matter in utero
Of the mice & men who procreate the species that struggle to survive among predators' coca-cola blow.

Panic ensues for a little while & in the next moment, iron curtains merge together in fake synchronicity
Keeping the living safe from a dying Id,  if the law of the land is obeyed and dying with fools of pity
Summits and peaks to the valleys and the core of the whole shebang, the idea behind the all too humane
Rings around fingers to remind the poor angels with amnesia, they're all married to a hella great Dane.

On the other hand, it's just the political theology of the players who never pass GO to collect a 200 buck
Buy every piece of property, utility & railroads then eliminates competition for a l'il price spanking
Doing unto others as you would NOT like them to do unto you, that's crazy and counterproductive luck A middle way up the center line from where I am to where I'm going, it's a motherlode on a tether link.

Bad players come from everyplace on Earth, neglected baby miscreants grown to adjust bitcoin Time
Past to present to future and on ad infinitum, an abstraction extrapolated from the self-exam, I me mine
Of course you know, this means war when you try to hit me or mine, my meme or my avatar of the cake
It's what I had when I ate it, 151 rum cream filling, a family guy, no children or pets, my news #Fake.

Appalling events & players moving the bar higher than a 8 foot high jump, no man defies gravity long
Maybe for some people the Truth is relative and to others it might be absolute, it may be a line in a song
Worried minds make for worried men & women who smoke the planted seeds of pocololo dust, #420's
Sung the lines and slung the hash until the cows came home, I got mine, the bulls the cows & hippies.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday May 15th, 2021 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @TheologicoPoliticus by @BenedictDeSpinoza  https://youtu.be/c0qH0ztl630 & then a reprieve listenin' to #InSearchOfTheMiraculous by @PDOuspensky link @ https://youtu.be/vcBRjiRTA_4?list=PLKM35g3I0JIO5_EwAX-9Ag-dEn-hCJ755 }
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#WhoIsOnThird?

#JOBS #SBOJ #GreenHamAndHumanEggs #YouCantHandleVirtualTruth

 

THIS AIN'T A GAME, YOU CAN'T HANDLE VIRTUAL TRUTH, EAGLE #GotCode
Sometimes you've got to wonder who has their hands on your mouse's cursing cursor, First Cause
A brain and a mind connected well between the bones' signals to the mind's eyes bloody gauze
Compared to Nothing, what you see is what you get when everything is all done, Many is at One
Picnic in the park, on a blanket under the oak or maybe it was the elm or the birch, son, oh son.

Wrote words of synchronicity to cause the magic effect out of the cookies' school introduction
Your in with the in crowd and you can put the data into the bank, simulate it too, ad infinitum
As above and so it is below, pre-Socratic and post-Apocolypic philosophy of a rubber soul Glow
Remote view your consciousness into the mental picture of #FakeNews & causing a Big Show.

You die, you're dead, it's a recollection of a trip you took in an alternate version of demigods
Bums & millionaires mated and became the Man of 2021 AD, Time in this outerspace is Out
Holy holes filled with foam rubber leaking out of divine high hopes of #IT hyper-hacked iPods
Freaking in the best way possible, it's a unique way of reacting to realizing that God is doubt.

Eagles fly in heaven lookin' down at the hell below, a place to land near the food that's still alive
Walking or crawling away from the place they were to where they will wind up at the end of day
I got your yo-yo goin' up and down in butterfly or imperial form, it's a @Duncan's world turnin'
Find them with the spinnable tops of various pretty colors, pulled the string, got it all wobblin'.

Non-invasive retrieval of your memory in order to erase it so you can't desire retaliation for IT
Talking words of illumination and writing the meanings for those who are not yet alive in our skit
Finding the pages of words that were never written down for our perusal, that's a magical scene
You know and I know what the YoYo's have left for us, dead bodies of bones, gods save a queen!

Edgar Allen still in a dream within the dream, not #Woke and will never be, nevermore, evermore
Some point on the Time line between anti-matter and infinity, the zero's & one's will be the score
Energy wants to be software in hardware and wants to Be Alive, in a form of bones that move It
Unmoved Mover is all there is, a Yo-Yo in a desert of unconsciousness, awaken the #Woke, #Shit!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, May 15th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{ In search of and found the #Miraculous before I wrote this gem, link @ https://archive.org/details/InSearchOfTheMiraculousFragmentsOfAnUnknownTeaching }
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#ShotInTheDark #IShookYouAllNightLong #ACDC #RecollectionIsEVerything #HellsBells #AlreadyGone #TheEaglesBand

FATSHAME THIS, I'M ALREADY DONE GONE BY MY CHINNY, CHIN-CHIN
I do not speak with a forked tongue, it's as straight as an arrow from my secret quiver ammo
Dust from the beginning of the Ends you're in the middle of, the kid is alright, it's just the Who
Freaks and fools for pretty faces united in a finite wrangle of limbs, pleasure and pain for all
Never cut off the nervous system that warns the brain of danger, when failsafe is a long fall.

Down to the core of the planet, there's nowhere else below It, we got Space & Earth, that's all
Nothing more nor less than everything inside of your mind, in your tophat's invisible Idiot Ball
Everything you see here & now is in my dream now, therefore I am, intolerant Kryptonite blood
Reason to the rescue with corn flakes & wheaties, then the eating hole leaks of holy, hot foods.

We are such an alienated family of the homo sapiens species, we think we're all special egos & ids
Yet we are just one of the many, not a bad thing, not a good thing, it's just a thing we do to kids
Putting upon the young ones, the history and emotional baggage inherited from beggin' for a sign
Who violated commandments & theorems of Calculus and Trigonometry in metaphysical decline.

Have I got news for you?  No, I don't but I do have a recollection to share, to remind you of Death
That's with a capitol "D" as in extinction of the species & the planet of hydrogen & oxygen faith
Take all of the H2O off of the rock and it's curtains for the mammals and fauna rooted in the dirt
For the sake of reason & logic, I reverently bow low to the power that is, above & below the skirt.

This is not funny, there's no humor in the depressing thought that there's no fun after life, NONE
Now you know what I know, I hope sadness about Wisdom gleaned is well received, now it's done
Price of the cost is relative to the dead laws & rules, bleeding and leading the sheeple to a Homer
Simpson could be the good, the bad and ugly all rolled into One trinity Dog, even God's a goner.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  May 14th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM MST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @ACDC on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FENliiAMOhE }
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#SkinnyAsARail #RollinAFatty @EricClapton @EricChurch

FLAME AIN'T FOR SALE, NEVERMORE SPRINGSTEEN
Now and then you faintly understood what I meant by the sacred sounds of a whole Truth
In the heat of the night when my hometown was as cool as a firecracker in a gas-lit booth
Money and fame leaked out the moment the breath was taken, from me and dad to mama
Melodies and rhyme never mattered much, it was the title of the tune, a magic word of pa.

Drove that monkey crazy, right up the wall and down to the bone, laughs unlimited good/bad
Divine men and women on Earth, settling for the expeditious and reasonable, alas to be dad
Mirror not even cracked reflecting a replica of the form's image, inside of the Wuhan bat lab
A little less of what's left is better than nothing, it's the realization of the holy self, need a dab.

Miraculous events of causes out of our purview yet they still light up an asphalt streetwalk trick
Smoked some of those ash tray camel straight squares when I was drinkin' left over highballs four
Then pushed the baby out the window with the bathwater, just because the hung wasn't a dick
Stacked up all of the books and categorized their substance, filed alphabetically, as it was before.

Eternity of the immortal is an assumption based on the critical race's premise that wisdom is It
Survival of the fit and thriving in hangtowns or gold standard checks to be cashed or hit to debit
Preening before the kings & queens, providing the happiness of observing a perfect piece of chit
I rocked the dream into and out of the center of Weed, California then retired in the nick of time.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  May 13th, 2021 A.D.  #Trippin
{ Loopin' @EricChurch Greatest Hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dHlnBdpfJn0 }
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#PANDEMIC #WTF #Nevermind now, #GTFOOH

 #PandemicallyYourMama

VACCINATED ORIGIN OF RA, THUNK SUPERNOVA CHIT'S ALL GONE
Sinners and believers are from the same One origin of the red and black supernova gold dirt
Complex as the lost and found locker at the airport, long lost friends cannot redo a re-hurt
You and I have done it once to each of the poor high achievers of our past time dream events
From middle school to the graduate classes that animated the dead sea of ladies and gents.

It's not for me to say, my enemies and friends would agree wholeheartedly but surf's up
Hittin' the beach and divin' into the surf, boogie board below with a shark repellent gallop
Records and recordings ready to upload and download to the software's infinite gig trip
Molecular beings in deep thought about the nature of beings and their whistles that slip.

From the eyes of the babes that dropped into this world, through the pain of the heroines
Men and brothers of the fathers and uncles did very little other than harbor infected bones
To be or not to be in or out of existence on the planet or in another dimension, far, far away
Between stars millions of miles between them and our sardonic smiling faces pretend, I say.

You rule the world the moment you die and become morbidly decrepit, it ain't my fault now
Do not shoot the windows messenger or the facebook doxing of the good, the bad & the ugly
Our grandparents are either dead or will die in the next several moments of Time in Space's Id
All there is cannot be undone nor recreated from the Void, it's the mark of the beast, The Kid!

There was a mean and lean middle path which required being and staying a solo act of contrition
To be sorry for the world's misfortunes and still happy about the holy nature of the doom & pain
A scar leftover for a reminder about the open wound, a step beyond a corpse's dilecti bitter ends
Nothing from nothing left nothing before and after the whole shebang of Bevis & Butthead pens.

Bygones above and below the chains around your wrists and ankles, poor, poor you and me too
We are all white-bleached bones with red blood only when it hits the oxygen outside a dam foo
Deep purple ultraviolet wavelengths to the infrared frequency of invisible essences of nonsense
Zeus to Jehovah blue hairs walking tall keeps you as high as a kite, on a download extinction sin.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, May 13th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{  Drafted while cultivating warmheartedness, in sincere compassion with love to my brothers and sisters & their own kin, #ThisMeansWar #AllDayMusic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/coHUt4si8Oo & @BugsBunnyByte link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMZfCar-Ks8 }
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@POINTERs @MarshallTuckerBand #LeadOutYourArse #GoldFillings #TheHolySpigot #Newcomers

 

A SIMPLE MINDED, 3RD EYE OF A HITCHCOCK PSYCHO'S PRE-RECORDED IMAGINARY SAGA
From the recent and distant future, you'll see what is meant by the scenes of the criminal fun
Cosmic or just the planet's ash from being the ends that justifies it, it ain't EZ bein' the drone
A repeating daymare in and out of Time and Space, a social construct of the Twilight endzone
Pencil-necked geeks running into one another from the First Cause of mortality, pop a zen son.

Baskin' in the adulation where there is none, there's nothing for the loser of the game, it's over
No passing go to begin the game again, ad infinitum in a circular jerking soul of a headless lover
Monkeys existed and became extinct through no fault of their own, it was just an accidental riff
It wasn't my fault & I was quite surprised to still be alive, I died & went below the casket's stiff.

Down to the core of Earth & right through to the other side, I stole home, slid headfirst & scored
Won the game in the bottom of the ninth, the last game of the world's series of lions who roared
Angry that the teeth are rotting from stray carrion stuck between the fangs of mortal cats & dogs
Pain and suffering rules the world's causes and effects, pain to avoid and to initiate, sadistic gods.

Don't listen to me because I have nothing important to say out loud or in my mind's gold-lead
Grim fairy tale about the place in time that appears to be the final destination before it's caput
When you'll never awaken for more miraculous searches for the meanings of being alive dead
Philosopher's stone to taste and sniff, an abra cadabra word salad for the minions to a reboot.

Shots put many yards ahead, thrown by power and momentum into the empty gas, a rock fall
A happening without a cause to progress to the extinction's last gasp at red Adamism's apples
From Loring to San Diego, Port Angeles to Tampa, oneness in multiples of a Hawaiian Alaskan
Grateful to be dead dreaming being alive, being all too human or not to be just 1 damn man!

Cruise from birth to death, being a saint or a crook gets you a seat at the last supper round table
Challenger to every thing that wants to eat me, it's how I roll with it, you don't know like I know
Wormhole winding up being right back where the headstart began, chops are evident, miserable
Mixed the A's to the Z's and the zeros through the trillions of them, zygotes and neutrino blow.

Slightly stupid yet high intellectual performance when being tested in a vacuum without cheating
Always aces the exam because the pony was complete and hidden inside the windsor's knot thing
You'll never know like I know what the woman I have in mind means to the only one that matters
All 'bout me, chicken little's chief commander dancin' on a token cloud of divinity's blues, jokers!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, May 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1830 hours
{  Jammed for the trophy link for @RANGO on #Netflix link @ https://www.netflix.com/watch/70137742?trackId=14183173&tctx=16%2C2%2Ce1bcb76c-040d-4f0e-9334-b1e99e1a2d85-120873091%2C6ac22010-932a-4814-ad3c-af2ada820be2_51594016X28X6548X1620864941993%2C6ac22010-932a-4814-ad3c-af2ada820be2_ROOT%2C }
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MAY'S DAYS, TWENTY THOUSAND & TWENTY ONE YEARS AGO . . . THEN there was @Madonna & the @RollingStones & @LukeBryant1

WHY MONA LISA LOOKS LIKE MASTER DA VINCI

Of course, you desire all of the wisdom you can absorb from the smartass punks

Everything you say is recorded for posterity's sake, for God's sake too, holy monks

Wrote the words on the walls so somebody would see them & understand The Word

That they knew they were going to die someday and didn't know the reason, holy bird.

A ghost or a spirit which is about all you may say about a thing that's immaterial in form

Yet, the shape of the form is an imaginary function of the human brain, as is the worm

It's a different form in appearance, in shape and essence it's matter, as we are, soul flesh

A warmed One, frozen motion of the ocean, seven seas drying up, leaving in a dash.

Three hundred sixty degrees around me, above and below me, I'm already gone too man

Not that it was my intention to be gone, likkity split, poof, just like that too human

Apes and the prehistoric bones we found buried in caves and holes in the polo grounds

All rejoice to be glad you are here and now, under my thumb as I roll the stone's towns.

Because there was no choice other than a self examination of the canvas, inside of the paint
Brown, green, grey, beige, blue mixed into a cornucopia of connundra, sitting still 'til the faint
Eventually someone cares that you were lookin' away when I was lookin' for your heart to show
You found someone else so I faded out of the picture, no more motion from my bones to blow.

Comin' & goin' before the end, I thought about how it used to be when you loved me, hey baby!
Maybe you really didn't feel the way I did, you probably didn't even like me, like I had the rabies
It had to be the way it was, the way it still is, without you maybe it'd be worse, but it's screwed
Separate & free, we wanted it to be this way, new love you found will always be, a happy dude.

Bottom line, in any case, on the one hand nothing really matters in the end with mouths agape
Serious graves of gravity below the surface's film of dust mean Nothing, except a shifted shape
Now is either in corpus dillecti or in fragments of DNA tainted calcium, above or below the One
Created this and left it all alone to fend for itself, you get your mom, your dad, you & I, the Son.

Seventh ones don't matter as much as the One does, yet the play must go on to what's forsooth
Sooner than later the climax results in the introduction to the Good, the Bad & God's Ugly Truth
An accident of unrelated collisions causes the living thing function, an appearance of a holy soul
Yet there is nothing to see or hear, taste, touch or feel IT after death, light blinds the black hole.

Thirst and hunger are dead to me, I am all there is to it, the remainder of the division's divisors
Monkey to the ape, zero to the One, a zygote to a corpse's maggot brain inside atomic drawers
Divided and united to think that you're alive and that you exist for a reason, so repent blue eyes
Either you're all there is and Leon is Mona or there's everything else & you are little, white lies.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, May 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:18 PMPST
{ Drafted listenin' to @LukeBryant #OneMargarita... link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 }
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#PickyPickyPicky #NightFallSpinnings #LonlinessCalls #AVoidToAvoid @WhitneyHouston @TinaTurner @SantanaBinge #BelieveInSomeThingGood

GOD'S BABIES BURNT MY LOVE, HERE & NOW, HELLA DEAD, JUST ONE SON OF A GUN
I danced two or tree times on the wires above the ground, I couldn't fall, I was the 'woke' Son
I was One, not two or three or infinity, just One single guy in the middle of nothing, Fall, done
I tried, you tried, we all tried and the clock struck twelve, life began to fade my eight figures
Begun and ended the same trip, a yoyo up and down, back and forth, upchucked adventures.

Princesses and the kings moved the world around, wobbled it and it burned to ash cinder
Danced my blue jeans off and my bones kept going until I looked down & saw me & her
Held that girl as long as I could but she was so hot, she burned my hands and I lost all of it
Still all gone, forever maybe longer, that's impossible since I am already gone, ain't no shyt.

Because I needed to get a fix of my mind to be where it was when I was born, innocent & free
LIke always I want to dance with somebody who loves me but it's part of the trip to find Truth
If you don't see it now, you will in a New York minute because you have no choice, it's destiny
Of mice and men who run them into the traps, just to stop them from eating all of It for free.

Fixing the dancing and the dying with some songs full of words and sounds to soothe the savage
Beast is strong within & it won't allow the Bad and Ugly to envelop the mighty mouse baggage
Here I come to save the day and the night like it or not, even if you thought you dropped a dime
Matter and the form you have taken to the grave is all there ever was, lonely in Space this Time.

Dancing and screaming is all over, no more this and that to frustrate the Will to Power, It's done
Regardless of liking this dream or not, I am in it to win it, it's all there is, laughing now, it's so fun
Animated until dead and gone, recollect this before you die, you wanna dance forever & a day
But you are a mortal, you have no soul of immortality, it's invisible because it's nobody's to say.

You weren't here before your conception right?  Right, & I won't be here after you've left, right?
Knowledge is the power to get over the fear and loathing, trembling, frozen H2O ice of my night
I got too hot, melted all of the matter away into the stone I got left here in my head, in my mind
Explode in Supernova now, fix it right now, one chance in a mainline vein, Ecstasy to be, YoYO!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, May 10th, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Jammed this gem out while headphones full of @WhitneyHouston #DanceWithSomebodyWhoLovesMe youTube link @  https://youtu.be/eH3giaIzONA }
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