#SheepleForSaleByThePound #NothingIsOnTheGround #SearchinForMiraculousENDS @VanMorrison @CarlosSantana

 

SWIM KID MOLLY, RESCUE SEARCH FOR THE MIRACULOUS

If only you knew what I knew when I didn't know that I knew the Unknown

Then you would have avoided my error riddled last judgement, reap & sewn

Seeds of the modified DNA evolved from microscopic, organic matter forms

Afraid that the fear of the unknown is for a good reason, pancosmic worms.

For the last time in Space and Time's alloted dose of gas interchange, all life

Detained the conscious brokers of life & death, the gloom of evil, living doom

Sum of the dividends are either a wet dream or an infinitessimal nightmare ID

Can't touch or smell anything that I can't taste or see, i hope you hear all of it.

In the invisible jungle, only I know how to tango out the side of my glance fit

Moving the unmoved power from eternal rest to the rumblin', tumblin' schit

Rolled downhill from the volcanos tot he bottom of the sea bed, water is gone

Did a fandango tango in a black hole's Space, God is dead, Singularity's alone.

Drinkin' the Kool-Ade until you turn more pale than white ghosts in a machine

Fine photons caught by the gravity of graves, kryptonite crypt, X-ray destiny

Underground or underneath the liquid hydrogen-oxygen menudo, humanity

Gone nowhere. reaching out to a subatomic emotional rescue, all souls' scene.

There is no need to say anything, say no more about this thing itself, I am hip

Comin' undone once again when I was certain I was uncertain, so on the money

Meaning that if I'd have bet I'd have won the cash of losers, against the house

Nobody wins it all for long, it'll get lost or spent maybe as silent as a mouse.

Not crazy in my head, no loco soul runnin' my bones, as above so below I said

It is what it is & if it ain't then it's the only thing that ain't what it is, it's a fact

Can't make this up, it's so obvious that it's all about mortality & power of One

Ego on fire doling out powers to people, colored singularity archangelic son.

By and by, someday we'll know it all, do the right thing, skip the wrongs dear

Air between us all & our graves or ash containers, someday we'll know we fell

Ready to set and go from the start to the finish lines, I win fair and square y'all

Just because I'm superior to the inferior talent, it's not my fault, I'm a winner.

Sour grapes & other sweet fruit that enters our faces from birth to death too

Everything a matter of rules for playing games of survival and selfless trials

My radio is blasting, I'm ridin' in circles downtown in the heights, all smiles

Those were the olden days, all gone now over 60 years ago, all got me blue.

Something somewhere didn't have a cause, something has always been alive

DNA comes from other DNA, DNA doesn't appear in the moon's black magic

Natural to be unnatural in a supernatural but it must be done, forever & sick

Black Molly holy Singularity, Time's a Doom temple's outerspace deep dive.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XVth, MMXXII at 808 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @VanMorrison #TupeloHoney & GREATEST HITS @ https://youtu.be/OvVn_PQMAFc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@CheapTrick ExpensesAndSunglasses @ZZTop #GoodyGoody @CHICAGO

WHATEVER YOU SAY, I AM YOUR BABY, TRUST ME

Junk thrown out in the dump of the garden of Eden, stabbed archangels fear to mate

Not down on the ground of being, above or below hot rocks of the Earth's holy fate

Umbrellas won't shield you from a downfall of apes, from an ID's ego, all divine DNA

Gods immortally yours but never mine, I'm independent of this Germanic wordplay.

Conquered these orphans who followed the herd's direction without Eves or Adams

To animate at will whichever appetite needed satiation or thirst required Salt of Sea

Ice when it's hot melts into a liquid then evaporates into hydrogen and oxygen atoms

Hiding in trees without ladders or caves without exit or entry, fittest avoid catasrophe.

Common numerator of the single digit denominator, one zero under infinity's cipher

Spun like a planet in orbit about the star that blew it into smithereens, into a revolver

Patricide of the mothers who spawned us from the eggs in the invisible basket cases

Small room in a womb until the conception evolves into a heavy duplication of faces.

Sorority of the fraternaties that assemble the cells into one unit of extinction, funk form

Of men, mice & everything above and below the contraption of the random chaos worm

Beings and forms they inhabit during their lucky shot at a long life, all of it ends in flames

As I am so I will always be, no need for approval from the genome's funk, it's all the same.

Bored until the ennui disspates into a  form that accomodates ill-will, a failure to launch

Diagnosis and prognosis are both unknown since the patient is not the objective of lunch

Death is immanant as is life when the stars haven't atrophied into a void, black arsehole

Darker where the sun don't shine, a fact of life, set of encyclopedia hides a rubber soul.

You know like I know the same things, you can deny what you've believed & you'll see

It won't matter in the long or the short run, the illusion of the way it is remains so free

Until you gasp for the last breath of the struggle, you are gonna fight hell to stay alive

Death to the ones who attempt theft of my life & any innocents, point of my jackknife.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Rocktober XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0606 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of the cellar, dropped a bottle of wine & had to drink some shattered glass while listenin' to @MartinaMcBride #WhateverYouSay link @ https://youtu.be/O-47tlPvmuE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@CheapTrick it's all 'bout the @TalkingHeads @Springsteen #WreckOnTheHighway

NEVER SAY MY NAME BECAUSE IT'S SONNY, BRILLIANTLY SERIOUS

The species has survived many attempts to extinguish the DNA from Earth's face

Nothing could beat the survival rate of the human being, as such, a fait accompli

For the last time there can be no first time in the eternal immortality knit of lace

What I am is what I am & what you are or what?  You've got an alternator degree.

AC/DC from power up to shorting out, the Word remains the same, I leave aghast

Nothing but a whimper or gasp at first and for the second coming of gods all past

Degrees of educated guest professors & post graduate wonks all stacked up high

In the corners and in closets and attics nobody ever visits, keylime pie in the sky.

To be fair in the fight for survival of the most fit, road rules must be broken by me

There's only the loss of freedom or life when you've run out of defense to be free

Mothers of orphans & fathers of the condominiums and worship temples, word up

Say my name, say the word, be silent and you've done the deed, foot in the stirrup.

Follow a bounding main, across the teal sea shining under moonlit black quicksilver

Messenger of Earth's blood flow required to cause dreamers here and now to quiver

Like it or not, each and everyone else in the universe will get their shots in the dark

Meaning substance of the form, the shape of matter is an illusory chimera, on mark.

Thirst for the darkness everyone will see sooner or later, before any of us know it

As if you're immortal because you survived your dying friends and family, it's chit

In a basket or a casket, either way when you're gone, you're wasted, over and out

Don't shoot the messenger, altarboys, priests and the ladies they preached, caput.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 420 Hours

{ Drafted in utter silence in a void, just a hint of a brain buzz goin' 24/7 #CannabisForChange @FarmersAndTheFelon supporters of the LastPrisonerProject.org }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ToutTheVaccine #HitlerAndMussoliniMutatedIntoDUST #UncertaintyWithoutPrinciple

WALLOWING MOMENT, PETE & REPEAT, IT'S ALL 'BOUT  SUPPERTIME !

Streaming down the brook to the old mill where canine's got pregnant with all the cool cake

They would cry when hunger or thirst became the dog's thought to think, growling belly ache

Mumbo jumbo fallin' from the cursed lips of a doomed mind in a godhead's migraine scream

Two for the price of One & the only one can't do anything but hunt, eat & sleep & in a dream.

Mystery solved, you see chumps and the fools of the town square, pounding pavement I see

Sleeping while wide awake but never alive on the surface of numnut star dirt, dead and free

No more fear and loathing of the stations broadcasting to the minions, their end is near here

On Jersey boardwalks & tiptops of penthouses in Manhattan, I can't get a stein of Pub's beer.

Speech squelched for the silence of an empty black hole that swallowed the matter of Kicks

No cow's milk means that infants will die, no milk from the teats, species extinction to come

Like it or not, don't shoot the messenger for there's more data downloading from the matrix

Straight out of Hades and the high water mix, DNA created out of nothing glows & then some.

Why is the question but what is the subject and object to predicate?  Who is in charge of God

Nobody, loose cannon owning the ship of fools, we're all coming out of a hot screw, hot rod

All for One and One for All, that's the muskateer way of the wicked and stiff corpse that died

Monkeys evolved from amoeba and One paramecium, no love or hate, just one smooth slide.

Full throttle opened until the fuel ran out just before the origin's jump to all final conclusions

Bones' flesh to be recycled for the living to survive from the dying, eating to live, to stay alive

For the mighty mice & the timid, innocent infants of every species' reproduction, mortal sins

Either remember or forget about the story, a saga of humanity, alone, Earth breed's godsons.

Jesus Christ the Hebrew or DefCon 3 blackballers ramble on until the Singularity goes all In

All there ever was in the universe of solar system's galaxies was the Cosmic Dust dream chit

Get ready for the beginning before it starts, be ready by the End of Time's bowels bombs It

You'll come & I'll go, eyes are wide open, vacuumed the carpets, windows are clear, I'm SIN!

Magic is an appearance of Nothing out of Nowhere, now you see it then suddenly, y'all don't

Camping by a fire or cuddled undercovers of silk quilts and blankets of fearless bravery won't

Be the need to bleed, there's no desire to be the hero yet the hero rises, arrives just in Time

Before The End's finale of somnambolistic tricks of divine crime, game of thrones, on a dime.

Graduated then died in a freeway wreck on the highway-tollway, a turnpike's asphalt-tar sea

In the cloverleaf entry & exit I see blockages, can't refuel hot engines, runnin' slow on empty

Next time there will be no next time, there's only this One Time & no other, it's now or never

Rolled & smoked, fire in a Hole, sparked bull's scat flames & swept up the stratosphere I Fear.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, ROCKTOBER Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ No pHd in philosophy, just a BS degree in conflagration, drafted this gem in Dead Silence & 

listenin' to the @Armstrong_GettyRadioTalkShow @KSTE650AM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

F U B A R

IT IS ALL A MATTER OF TIME IN SINGULARITY'S SPACE #HORRORonJUPITER

ALL SKIP'S SLIPS, BUTTER FINGERS & BABY RUTHS

It's the chocolate, peanuts, nougat & vanilla together in a spot somewhere above & below

The hotspots burn up the ice as if it never knew what it was to be hard core substance glow

Light into the rock and back again, cradle to grave for the forms of the Matter, we hacked it

From the first to the last grain of dust, it's all the star's burst, out of Time's fizz of the chit.

Monkeys appear as smarter than the gods, for the good of the evil and the ugly I give too

Not much in the burning love department of a ringing in the inner ear's holy sanctum rue

In a morgue or in a vacuumed out tube full of dead air, combed from the peak of an icy fire

Between the north and south woods and plains, the liquid hydrogen & oxygen rubber tire.

All in the name of the hidden steppes that go up and down in an infinite whirlwinded star

Blown away since the inception of the Big Bang's Singularity, as above. so below the shore

Fiction with the sentence packed illusory propositions which pose as the true premises too

Not only the origin but also the final destination of the state before chaos, we are a screw.

Until the dawn of the hopes loses the dusk of the charity and blind faith, assimilate the borg

Just because the ones who descended from the pretty ones are what it's all about, a hag org

Only the bitter ending of a gasp for gas can be the Truth about anything itself, before my eyes

It's a sweet bar of chocolate and hidden goodness, a form of happiness in a million fake lies.

To be known & to be conscious of being unconscious about the nature of being all too human

That's what the infants conceived and born to the Earth bound critters all come to know, man

Dying to know the answers to the infinite, willing to be One with the Original Sin's remourse

Know and think you can't be wrong before you're The UFO plama, I recognize God in a hearse.

By George, by hook or by crook, the only Truth is that Time and Space are a meta logic matrix

An entity with or without the will to power, the power to choose between good & evil kicks

Music sounds of silence, sights of solids, liquids & gases of what we call, Home Sweet Home

Everything in the usual measurement of equity and equanimity, all for One holy, gold dome.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, ROCKTOBER 3rd, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1414 hours PST

{ Drafted while at One with the Many infinite galaxies present, past & future, you can see the same as it has always been seen, an awesome, only thing there Is, Supreme Being, OM! }

F U B A R

W.W.A.R.D.?

F I N I S

#FOOLS & A #FlyOnTheWall

MIXED-UP FOOL'S SPOT EXTINGUISHED, A SPECIES EXTINCT, ALREADY GONE WITH OR WITHOUT A RADIO FREQUENCY'S WAVELENGTH

Bottoms up whether you approve or not, it's a way to survive

Either in or out of the game, with or without the rules I live

Players will win and lose in Time and Space, a reason I rhyme

Common denominator I terminate at will, a power of One line.

An angle when two lines meet from {.} to a one eighty degree

From silence of an atom to the split apart unity, a con duality

Appears as the form of the thing itself, a shape of it's Hole

Bottoms up or all the way into the holy cave, sucked my pole.

Men and women failed the exams, didn't pass muster for wins

Losers who always knew that they were, fish in flight for sins

Created in the image and likeness of the unknown, empty set

Straight out of a Void, deeper & as far out as a funky debt.

Bleeding streams, consciousness flows, Cause of atomic plasma

Observation, analyzed concepts & deduced conclusive Pa & Ma

Parental consent of the seeds & pods to replicate ad infinitum

Rocks hardened from the liquid plasma, far-Ott, stone dumb.

Home runs batted in from a box next to a plate, cork in pine

Makin' the inner wood like a rubber sling, shootin' a foul line

Monkeys could play but they can't follow rules, cheater apes

Directions to deal cards or roll dice, done-in, I drunk grapes.

Sudden impact when the end meets the original sin of my men

Crazy yet sharp dressed man as it was & always will be, amen

Cause first effected the rest of my air, shing-a-ling shebang

Emotional rescue for nobody, now, Nothing's a final sad song.

Not even if you are the most fit of the animals on the planet

You're no immortal angel with wings to fly out the upper set

Top shelf shot every bull's eye out of the target, for nobody

Not a god before or after my tour of duty, I bend over me.

Make the sign of a cross to let me know you know your reset

Sheer ignorance morphs to slices of rolled dice, wise axe fret

Died for the unborn and already dead and gone, but I'm atop

Error well played, way down as it's unknown, which way's up?

In a box, boxing into the ropes, in the four corners, all back

Bouncin' right back like a a rubberband man in a sugar shack

Broken down, shreds of sound, do-re-mi to low fa-so-la-tea

Miraculous extinction for fools in video or dream, a dead sea.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Jeudi, September XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this jam out while jammin' to #FlysOnTheWall & #FOOLS }

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W.W.A.R.D.?