#NoTheoryIsCritical #SpecialCreation #EvolutionFromAccidentalMutation & #ImmaculateConceptions #SHAMEshame

SHAME ON ME, FOOLED ME TWICE

You should never, ever spit on anyone, it’s no joke, it means you want to fight or least talk small

Never meeting your match, y’all run roughshod over the minions until the bully halts all of y’all

Pinned to the canvas for the three count in the last round of the skirmish between kissin’ up kin

Assume all of the premises of your argument’s conclusion are the truth, hence, valid yang & yin.

Signs are signals to warn the observer of the caution required to move forward, full speed ahead

Pawns can keep the kings and queens in check, top secrets in one ear and out of the deaf other

Talkin’ idiots & ridiculous morons in charge of safekeeping of secrets of the spy vs. spy agency

Marvelous Time in this Space, happy to be here, now & the more I get the merrier I am, you see.

Pink or aqua blue hyperventilate to infrared and ultraviolet purple, God confused the DNA/RNA

Mirror reflects NOT what you believe you wanna be but what you appear to be in the light of day

Darkness for all, once corpus delicti releases an all too human, rubber soul, as it is, it’ll always be

Observing all the weak & the strong, not one of them survives the mortal call of skinny & porky.

On the uncertainty principle, I’m not certain of the language created by grunting & groaning yet

This right here is what we got, what we see right now, right here at an open marriage of minds

“It’s not for me to say…” therefore, I’ve given fair warning that I’m sayin’ it’s a mortal’s thin skin

Secret out in an opened safe without a lock or combination for the tumblers’ clickin’ & a clackin’.

As you were just means pretending I have not entered the room, like an invisible ghost in stealth

Fixed the gods’ credos in foreign tongues from the tower of Babel, burned the books of monkeys

That’s not being disrespectful, it’s a compliment to be a writer, author of thoughtful word funk

Nothing you’ll agree with, nothing you’ll recollect, final gasp for that air you can’t shoot or dunk.

Funkified in Iceland Africa where godsons dissolve into daily bread & lemon-lime citrus smoke

Fire in the hole, seriously folks, it as hot as #Hehl which is as hot as planet Earth’s inner sorte

Shaking with life, rattling the nerves & the hooked-up mind, who cares about nuclear code folk

Perfect licking of the world, I am on the motto, if not you then who will do it, don’t be a don’t be.

Junk in the trunk is a mission to the other side of the here & now, legends abound on the radars

Recollection of the memories no man can remember and stay sane, it’s a humdinger to be sure

Once you know, you’ll never look back, ever again, I give too much gratitude to crypt ancestors

Gods dissolve like salt in hot water, H2O’s alone, Nietzsche scored & won a top secret brochure.

Of metaphysical philosophy you asked to leak all of the archives of deadmen who got a last call

Bury you & I, but wait, I forgot what we said or that we were even here at all, it mattered a bit

Just because we all thought that we mattered to nobody anywhere else, you shoot, you’re shot

You’re a loaded pistol’s marksman shot, dribble-bouncin’ baller, naked apemen caging a ball.

Here and now found are the places and times for the reparations needed from creators of God

All the dead men’s mothers who said & wrote known as unknown, made it up writing in blood

Last ditch gasp, breathe deeply & hold it as long as you can, love adze undercover for a second

Swallow down H2O like you’re in darkness with eyes wide open, it’s over, caput, I am stunned.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 4-14-2023 AD @ 755 AMPST

{ Drafted this gem in a vacuumed four-cornered room, a fancy-pants word flambé omelet! Listenin’ to @BlindFaith #CantFindMyWayBackHome on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0VSl5m9eO1M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SinkOrSwimToTheShore #TwistedWorthlessEvening @ACDC @DonHenley @Eagles

ON THE HONOR YOU TWISTED INSIDE OUT

Pernicious IS THE WORD, whispered out a big mouth before ‘mama’ cries, now hear this, I'm captain

Value of gold & your blood, sweat & tears labor will get you Time, don’t take it for granted, Space sin

Anything can happen & everything can change in a New York Minute, just a momentary lapse of woke

Papa watched then died, left the rest to me, it’s a dream and & it’s gonna end before you know it, bloke.

Born as free as you can be in a mitotic frenzy, a will to survive black holes of the motherless upstairs

Mortgage, rent, utilities, staples and 1/3 of every day unconscious for a we dream about the past futures

Body swaying & rocking, foot tapping, humming a few bars like a living recorder of musical scale notes

This too shall pass, nothing can live forever, nothing isn’t anything without a high substance-form hers.

Completed the mission, it’s accomplished as above, so below, the dreamer woke up, it’s nirvana’s lake

Wet but you feel dry, cold but you feel warm, loud waterfalls but you hear a quiet buzz, I put, I take

Idiotic morons not related to the ancestors, they’re the mutants who have survived the bum afterbirth

Is this the last worthless evening  or is it the first useless day of the money game, millionaires we are.

Pope to priest to father of mine, all preached the good, the bad & the ugly, here & now in perpetuity

They will not allow mankind the option to decide what is Good, Evil or a happy ending on infinity

Blood cold, dead meat, no air, hair & nails still growing as if the spirit, the soul, abandoned the host

In reality, twisted inside out is the only place of honor in the house, pull it off & up, let’s have a toast.

It’s a #420 once again, twice every day, 24/7/365 & then again, between #911s it’s a twisted joint man

One’s not for everyone, it’s more for me & others who roll with the rocks, between forces of yin & yang

Privately in public you can fix your attention & freeze-frame right there, arrested backfield in motion

Rings around the Rosie and believe me, there was a whole lot of her in the @ACDC plug, yes sir, son.

Here, there & probably everywhere I’ve never been & never will be, it’s a ninth cloud in the plethora

Rays of photons remaining one of my favorite things to see, my life comin’ down here to my 1st floor

Humming my favorite peace de resistance, it’s the @BobDylan anthem to me, pernicious way to bore

You & I flowing in the ennui, like before your ma met your pa, you weren’t even cosmic dust on shore.

Beaming the UV light from the source to the cause of the First Move on the board, be a pawn or knight

Your choice and don’t be a fool’s mate either, I’m talking about check mate as the kings’ & queen’s chit

Only One queen yet many kings to fill the function of pretending to be in charge of the very good fight

When it’s the Evil that gets the job done, spell it backward, come on now, that’s right, it’s L I V E, do it.

Pernicious as I’ve been since I discovered the Truth about being all too human, as I am, we are on par

Nothing I can do but cry, can’t mutate the function, it is done, its game, set, point, meet you at the bar

Tonight, is the night, it’s the end game’s finale, nothing will follow as quickly as it disappears in smoke

From a screaming baby out of the deep, dark womb of mama onto the funeral pyre’s fired-up #Woke.

Flew in from  Bakersfield on my griffin, t'was a good dream that I didn’t die in, didn’t live in either way

But in 5 minutes you’ll know what I knew then & know now which is all anyone can ever know today

Watch the wrinkles on your skin appear as your organic matter atrophies into the thing itself, the form It

Sword & knives to slay beasts, Chinese gunpowder for crackers only, but I take a stab as if I give a chit.

Twilight zones between fear & loathing of angelic reality of perception, I give you all too human birds

It’s a formula I can use to remedy inequality of race calculus, only I know it, it can’t be written words

Stay with me now, quality & quantity of the zeroes and ones is everything and I mean Everything Itself

Supernova this singularity, shining on like crazy diamonds, Floyd was hot as a pistol on the top shelf.

On four-thirteen of twenty-three, it’s a Thursday worth it to be or not to be, Romeo said it all full of jive

Words said as if it’s tough to recollect, yet it ain't impossible, it’ll come to me, hold on, Life's for toughs

As it was on the first day one animal figured out It wasn’t a plant & began progress to holy fluff puffs

Honor was twisted like a red licorice vine, inside out, I am in, you are out, it had to be, yeaman, ce live!

Higher and higher where your love took me, way up on the ledge of the cliff, I was a heartless hanger

Willing to move when I need to rest and to rest when I need to move, what I am is what’s in my duffle

Knowledge & wisdom in the bag, when you live and die, it’s all independent of the creator or destroyer

Happiness is all you can strive & hope for, the rest is a fool’s errand for innocence on E street’s shuffle.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, April 13th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 505 PMPST (began at #420)

{ Filled the void with words above while jammin’ to @Don_Henley #TheLastWorthlessEvening link @ https://youtu.be/j7kjHDKZpSw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HUSBANDS & WIVES, HIPSTERS OF BUD'S LIGHTS #KidRock #ChrisRock #GreatestHitsOfThe70z

TEN PIES, LOVE PI

There is freedom and there is death, those are the only two Truths, abstracted, perceived reality

All over the many there's always one or more instigators to seed the plant of oppression obesity

I can predicate any subject, any adjective or adverbs to modify the nouns and verbs, I've got cash

Meaning nothing but something that's incomprehensible by anyone using a logic & reason cache.

I have never been a better man than I am, trained by the brothers, sisters and priests of grandad

Feeling the love lost and the lust for orgasm found as an adolescent and lost by a geriatric fade

To black shadows with nothing there to cast the darkness, literally less than all atomic nucleii

Little Bo Peep and Mary both had lambs and we chopped 'em up for BBQ while gettin' high.

Drinkin' the Harvey Wallbangers like they were Kool-Ade, amazing that I survived the imbibe

A screwdriver with Galliano, cherry in a toothpick thrust into an orange slice of life, gimme five

Or four or three, just keep me awake until I die of alcohol poisoning my blood & liver, I survive

I might die tomorrow or sooner for all I know, before I do, I've gotta get down, take a deep dive.

Enhanced the climax, the deduction has no other alternative, it's the assumption called, what if...

Because nobody alive or dead knows or knew anything about Earth, planets, the sun or the stars

The Space matrix connects us to the unknown, it's vast and without any way to classify it's zero

Many or the One, some or most of the time, all'll be Space, vacant of me, you & dad, my hero.

Barked, growled, hung from the neck, electrocuted and drowned in a sewer of scat love, smokin'

Above the airport, circling and waiting for clearance, here it is, here we go, losing altitude kickin'

Still naked ape appearing but embarrassed by the legend of #BigDicks who wrap around ankles

Trip you up, the @BudLight can itself, gets accolaids, nobody checks clowns' nuts, junk dangles.

Polly wanted a cracker and instead got the cheeze-it treatment, now you know why bums drop out

They would have to get a job for third or fourth time in a year, I have had jobs I've hated to doubt

But I did doubt that I'd ever receive the pie or the pi 3.14 I needed, on the other hand, where's Jack?

First bite of the key lime, pumpkin, apple & blueberry pies, In my oven I trust, I'm goin' to the track.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 4-13-2023 @1111 AMPST

{ Crack in the world leaked out this existential threat to humanity while I was listenin' to the Marconi shuffle off to buffalo, on a link @ https://youtu.be/VhR5srjaM6o}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BichenBeachBoyz #SurfsUp #GettinDown #WARtheBAND #SATCH @Joe_Satriani @Chris_Jannsen

MARIA, MARIA, GYPSY QUEEN

The water is always fine come down to the river’s trailer park in back of my property, walk on in my son
Perfectly set with infinite points on both ends of the line, when the party’s over, move along, it’s done
Rednecks or just displaced persons from the unbridled, irreligious, fiends of survival, those unfit rulers
Whose children were these old men and old women? They are all dead and gone, left war & murders.

All my crops have been destroyed by the fire and ice thrown loose by the extra spin of the planet’s dirt
I know what you’re thinkin’ because we’re the same humane, human being, brave and true, never hurt
By you or anyone alive or any memory of dead men and dead women, who thought immortals existed
Yet they never did and never will, not even one moment in Time & Space is reserved for the Dead head.

I won’t repeat these words twice, this is the first & final time you’ll be able to read what I wrote, clown
There’s no alibi anymore, before this Big Bang thing, we partied birth to death, without me, I’ll c u later
Pimps are the punks who prey on the uneducated daughters who couldn’t take a joke from #GittinDown
None of you can live after you die, it’s impossible, no invisible soul will recall Life you consumed here.

Suntan on, chill drink in my hand, sittin’ on my beach blanket in the white sand, sun’s goin’ down fast too
Easy to just wait for the stars to come out but the flash of frozen air is comin’ into shore from a sea blue
Gods made the fish in the sea, so they say, it’s been said, we eat ‘em to stay alive, temporarily permitted
Life, death, birth, infinity, empty vacuum of A Void, all in & all out of the thing itself, God’s the only One.

It’s relatively absolute to signify when you’re in the middle of temporary one ways out of the holy roll
You’ve been here, I’ve too, it’s the end of the line, no color, no black or white, nothing at all for a fool
It’s not your fault though neighbor, fill out a form & have a seat, we’ll be with you in a moment too, sir
Nobody is better than me helping you do things for yourself, in case I die, you will survive the shocker.

It is fine when you’re at the end of the line and there’s nowhere to go but up or down, when in Rome
It’s the matter and form clumped up in a lump of skin and bone, organs to die for, brain to a big toe
No way in the world you will leave here without a scratch unless you’ve been aborted by bad killers
Babies innocently conceived, die before they can reincarnate into the priests and presidents of home.

What you’ve got to do is keep your eyes open, if blind get ready to smell & taste the Truth as it is
Bright or dark, it’s the World of Mysterious Atomic Functions, reproduction and dissolution of dirt
Stars and planets, chunks of broken astral funk, not needed anywhere but in the empty Void’s hole
Mother, MAMA thanks, papa’s wings fly, thanks, got a job to do, somebody’s gotta play, let’s roll.

Monkeys, apes, snakes, bugs, bacteria & One Virus, the God virus, perfection of devil’s dead food
Yellow cake walkin’ from one party to the next, #Woke, #Awakened, #DreamInDreams, I Am RUDE
You would be too if you were a gypsy that was conceived without a dad in the hive, it’s a gottaway
All you’ll ever know is, you’re alive, don’t know why you didn’t die in accidents, murdered TODAY!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, April 12th, MMXXIII @ 11:11 AMPST
{ Wasting Time no more, dogs & baby gods built a dam, it overflew the edge & jammed @AllmanBrothersBand @ABB in a loop on youTube @ https://youtu.be/ECnLq30dP6c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StacysMom pi 3.14 @ZZTop #FoolForYourStockings (Not Body Bags!)

3.14 #TOP

Five will get you ten & there’s an outer limit deep inside of the twilight zone
It’s right there in front of your face just like it has always been since day one
Measuring the generation of sperm & egg as you refer to civilization’s bone
Playing games with or without rules depending on the players, just for fun.

Apemen and I’m not just whistling Dixie man, naked apes erect as 72” trees
Some more, some less but all of them living in stench of the refuse & trash
Some white, some not so white and kind of off-white, just like high priests
Uncalled for revolt against the power that rules the roost, public servants.

17 percent of the population of the 1700’s Colonies of Thirteen fought War
Mysticism and the stockpiling of the ammunition for the mass destruction
Of old spikers and snakes, the ancestors lamented & then expired, drunken star
Sun shining, open borders of the United States in lock-down, it’s One’s son.

Unknown occult your mother warned you about, oh wait, she didn’t? Kids!
I’ll lay it down for you, it will win your heart and mind, it’s the best lay ever
You’ll know someday after you find out what God’s Reason for being alive is
With blinded eyes I’ve inherited from my forefathers, I think I got the fever.

For God’s gold, for the Truth about Why Earth exists, Why Mankind is many
From One we assume the Many came, it makes no sense in reverse destiny
Know this, sanitize your dishwasher like a fool for your stockings, trust me
Dead food scraps down the sewers to the fountains of our youth, God free.

Invented the mothers and imagined the fathers to yield the fruit of the pie
As 3.14 times anything but zero is something on Nothing, thinkin’ I can fly
Like a gnat or an eagle, can’t walk, can’t drive so to fly in Space is God’s gift
Mean children raised by mean women & absent men, extinction’s 3rd shift.

Punks, bums and junkies were all educated by elders with no self-worth
Just the feeling that paranoia is better than survival of the most fit to be
Hobos cashed checks, spent the change, the goods were good afterbirth
@Pi side of the road, asphalt side street, up a gangway backroad alley.

#Flash & #Sparky @Spirit’s holy water await Ends on the air of bald eagles
Soaring up, wings down ad infinitum, soul searching for mugs to seal deals
To be human or not, when one learns the Truth about Time’s infinite cost
That’s a moment you realize that nothing can be found, we are all so lost.

Deep space pieces, silver threads and golden needles leaking stupid idiots
Out of M.A.S.H. hospitals & into a morgue, the pinnacle of successful tots
Played in cribs, crawled on the ground of being, I stayed a long time there
Dirty water polluted nightmares of two grandmas long gone, I’m still here.

Flyin' on the lowdown for a sortie or two, in a dirty tricking’ of your trick
Underneath the radar & invisible to the sonar waves of infrared, so cosmic
Keep in mind that teachers taught you about the bad old fish, Moby Dick
Dirty Harry’s on the inside lookin’ out for us all, even the dead & gone sick.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 4-10-2023 A.D. @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted this AM, 50 miles all in my mind, jammin to
@WahWahWatson & @HerbieHancock 1976 LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/K3lgmnsTdcA & #CherryPie by @Warrant link @ https://youtu.be/I88Izbmrxq4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NotTooComplicated #SimpleMinds of #SimpleMen on #OpenRoads #UpLedZep #UhOH #WuZAP @CarlSaganism @SublimeUniversalOne #PointerSisters

BATCHIT CRAZY 60 YEARS POST BELLY JELLY 'SHINE, HOLY SCAT!

Background of back pain, neck pain, cut your skin for tablet metabolism, dead on a stretcher
High above the plane of existence, out of air, out of your breath, can’t be neither, him nor her
Assist nobody with anything, you all are on your own time in this space, I have no way to help
Out of my sight, out of my hands, I’m neither here nor there, in and out of my buds’ top shelf.

Harm the workers, kill the living with love, hate the facts of life, father never knew to tell you
Nobody told him, just sent him off to war to defend nobody but his own body and soul’s blue
Mother vacated the nest before a completed mission, baby to man, survival skills honed y’all
Now and then and there, halls are emptied of the Gunsmoke and tear drops of Earth’s Ball.

Of and with the dirty birds I’ve flown many sorties from hill to hill, mountain to ocean sand
Stopped the happy times’ swell in my memory, I remember no evil lived, said or ever did I do
Passion for dreaming and sleeping ne’er fulfilled during the sunny days and starry nights flow
Made money & spent the precious gold, left nothing for the offspring & the cashed, holy cow.

Oh my gods, they’re all above and below my head and feet, not inside of me like dead angels
Space is empty of atoms’ matter, I’m not inside, I have atomic matter timing, merging the dells
Pinned and fastened to the blackboards of the jungle, the chalk I erased, I inhaled & became ill
Chalk in the lungs, metabolized in the eyes don’t give a hoot about your good, bad or ugly pill.

Pretenders who knew the dealers, taught them all they knew about makin’ out in the end games
All of the cops are out, they’ve copped out and retired from the monitoring of the all too humans
Punks, junkies & miscreants totaling Nothing, a measure of accidental impact, stars dirty fan scree
No jello will supply the proper chunks of love given by bites and chews of softer than yam candy.

Master of Sparks got the looks from up on high, got ready to smack the smile off of your face, bro
Miracles happen when you ain’t watchin’ so you take all of the magic for granted, but it’s dynamite
TNT for you and me and that’s all we’re entitled to, we’re accidental missions of mercy, don’t fight
Enter no zone, don’t pass go, go straight to the federal prison, I’m blocked, #tweet me, Good Night!

Deeper into the Space outside of the solar system, galaxy and whole shebang of the cosmos, NOW
We’re too far gone to return to the point where we began, in the womb, a conception con-job flow
Doom pending for all including the One, it doesn’t matter if it’s mortal or not, immortals die as well
Before a Big Bang, after the Singularity appears out of nowhere, that’s where I am, I’m ringin’ bells.

Prisoners of doubt cannot take the responsibility for their creation of divine inspiration, so let’s go
Straight on to you, straight up, it’s all about you, you’re gonna die but don’t care, you’re livin’ it up
High as the tallest mountain and fell lower than the Earth’s core, middle of Hell don’t you know it
If you don’t know it, you will, beggin' forgiveness to the powers that be, they’ll annihilate this chit.

That was me that struck you with that bolt of lightning, you had no idea it came from this drama
Preyed, hunted a hunter going straight on for you, all from the same pants & skirts, kids of mama
All wasted again with Al & Terri, Albert & Theresa, it was my own damn fault, I seasoned a sheriff
Who knew the tattoo on my back & arm, can’t recall how it got there, wasn’t aware, I’m Top Shelf!

by

 r j j stephan, i

c. 4-9-2023 Year of The Lord #EasterRise #Sunrise #ImONE
{ Jammed to @RUSH #PassageToBangkok link @ https://youtu.be/wCZWAXG3WB4 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?