SEE NOTHING, DO NOTHING, NOTHING CAN BE EVERYTHING #GypsyMan @Springsteen @Bryant

GETTING AHEAD OF BEING FOOD, ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE DEATH
Just like every other day and night of our lives, this day & night will be gone to hell
We will all meet that identical fate of our predeceased ancestral inheritance gold
Silver bullets inside and outside of the body of the men, they’re all just so GD old
Mothers left those soldiers in the pits with the idiots & morons they love so well.

Identification of the unknown is the first step to the knowledge of the power in It
Unknown to the idiots and morons, if you’re not one then forget about it, bet chit
On the pot, raise the bets, all in for the final call, it’s a royal flush or four aces’ GIN
Rummy or a dummy playin’ the 52 or a 48 card deck, keepin’ the score of Shogun.

Warriors with swords, knifes, gunpowder, poison and firearms of antibody troops
Sons and daughters of men and women who follow the law, all facts of life’s stoop
Mugs of your head, containers of your liquid, flavor colored teat milk or water too
All concocted for the thirst of being all too humane, a funk of airless, drought goo.

One to the Many, All for One & One for All, a musketeer candy bar, smooth as silk
Strict mother and father got me ready for the days after they left the planet alive
Stronger than death, they are awake with live angels and immortal do-rag gangs
Taking what you can’t, clothes, friends, mates, charge park cars, boys’ overhang.

Bills & the payments due are all paid in full, got no debt to any except the reaper
Tried to deal with the devil but the invisible spirits appear as the dead do, to me
Yet to you, you pray to dead ancestors and saviors of your ilk but it ain’t my thing
Hey man, hold on to your hats, it’s all about Women, how they feel, good lookin’.

All in your own due time, it’s a spatial neglect requirement to waterfall at the dam
Giving and taking everything in eyesight, all you can handle and keep safe at home
Without weapons, all you’ve got is feet & hands, so Evil life is here to cut ‘em off
Guillotine heads, just the basket cases to be buried, perishing the thoughts, I am.

I ran with bulls and the scat of mankind, memorized the empty, holy vacuum hole
Slipped into that darkness both before and after @WAR, a thing, my thing, my role
To see inside of the hole, at the center where nothing is, drank bad whiskey & rye
Smoked Mary, she let me pet her slowly, she jumped my bones, man, that’s no lie.

Here’s the rest of the word salad before the entrée and desert you’ve never tasted
Junk in the rear end or backside of the trailer park, city suburban blast of the dead
Going and gone nowhere, came out of nowhere so there’s an understanding there
You can’t go somewhere with nowhere to go, I know, you know it, God don’t care!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, April XXIX (29th) MMXXiii Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Grass grown high, it’s a 1969 graduation, 1974 discharge, a UFO in flight, #ToGo …Jacked this up while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #SpillTheWine LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/NCn7uXElnH0 }

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

OUTER LIMITS OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE'S PLETHORA, #TajMahal #MedicineMan @Keb'Mo Killed it last night in @Napa, California

CHOPPED-UP, BODY LIKE A #BACKROAD

Y’all can’t ever do what is impossible to be done by Man, eyes closed, way gone, too far
All 8’s in the side or corner of the four-sided table in a four cornered room, perpendicular
See saw what blinded men & tone-deaf women hear, silly geese laid golden eggs’ shells
Here, now, fireside effects of DNA-injected germs are neither dysphoria nor dumbbells.

Holy Word snaps, all easy on the ears when you’re starved for devil’s food, cupcake!
Yellow or birthday, maybe just a celebration of Life or a final anniversary for the fake
At bottom, I was sunk and drunk on the salty far & away, above the top of holy way
Artificial kitty litter for the cats too cool to squat, bow to the master makin’ the hay.

One woman’s doom is another man’s mother, sister and daughter in high Woke-smoke
On the sixty-sixth route across formless states from D.C. to Lake Washington state’s gun
Coast to coast, we flows north to south, as deep rivers do above the equator’s arc-flock
Rain came down, evaporated back up, no home of the brave, all pretty girls are so fun.

Beauty is as beauty does, from mitosis to corpses, it’s the circle of life’s fairy dusted saga
Gods all immortal and mortals all a bastard of the thing itself, a bitch dog’s stud, lady gaga
Pain, suffering, pleasure, enjoy the day, the night & the leftovers fading into the woodwork
Braided hair, scalp to the split ends, it’s shorter than a longhair but longer than a bald dork.

It ain’t your fault that nobody’s in charge, no obligation to lie but if you don’t, you’ll then die
On the spot, a singularity without equal, presence remains even without being One good guy
What your wives and girlfriends said, yes they know you but you only y’all know cyber ghosts
Spirits confession in a Dark-Net box, kneeling, praying to be forgiven being One, Holy’s posts.

Nobody repeats the game’s rules more than once, ain’t no rules except no asking about rules
That means that there is only one golden rule to be or not to be here and now with the fools
Get to shut the Phuquin up, what’s the word except #WordUp, honey pot for the divined dead
Light don’t shine, stars don’t burn gas, you must be dead, there’s Earth dirt all over your head.

 
As the Brontosaurus growled at the Pterodactyl, I don’t care what day it is, you’re dead
I need the food for me & my kids, we’re gonna eat you like you’re going extinct today
It is what it is since it can’t be anything else, everything or nothing at all, it’s academics
Really, reality’s a form of mental hallucination appearing to be substantially cheap tricks.

Leaching the light, t-he firewater, East wind’s gas-air, it’s all here, right now like all of us, but
There’s no Mayday today but someday it may be the day you’ll always remember, say what?
The day you die, that’s right, you’ll remember that alright, so what you gonna do about Sins?
Direction everywhere challenged, E, W, N, S & between the latitude & longitude of meridians.

Formulate an argument quickly before I have to exit for my early grave before I turn a hundred
Dependents ain’t worried about you except for your cash & inheritance of your cache, you dead
Can’t see how it all goes down when you begin petrifying into a stiff, embalming, cremating, say
Absolutely certain that you’ll not remain alive in human form, live like gods or extinct DNA\RNA.

It is fair to shout in all silent rooms and it’s fine to be #NotNeutral & #NotNegative all mom teats
How high can your brain & mind be before it overloads into seizure of heart & hot, holy spirits?
It’s all coming to a deduced conclusion, no need to assume the facts of premises, just induction
Platonic or Socratic, perennial love of wisdom yields a oneness’ fortune, extinct Eve-Adam’s kin.

I am in whenever I am out, seriously folks, follow me wherever I may go & I’ll lead you to Hehl
Where no holy soul freezes in the middle of empty black holes in Space, @AC/DC ring a bell?
Does it go inside one deaf ear & come out the other deaf ear, it’s knockin’ on heavenly doors
Back inside into an open, mortal soul morph into preconception mode at New Jersey shores.

Backroad bodies in synch with divine harmony, function of the equation, a shadow of intellect
Doing the dozens means nothing if you don’t do the dozens, therefore you are due the neglect
As above, so below your & my own parents contributed to this pull of pure dread to extinction
All gone Desire, an inevitable drive to annihilate this here & that there, swarm of God, my son!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, April XXVIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Internet Down, drafted inside of a black hole, internet severed my cosmic rays; would have played #BodyLikeABackroad by @ChrisStapleton }

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

I AM, YOU ARE, WE ARE, THEY ARE, NOBODY IS! #StayOffTheGrasse @NeildeGrasse

#C-Word Salads On The Kings Table

I believed in this, nothing, know nothing about anything and be certain about It forever
So be close to nothing as possible, close to the end of the metabolized germs holy fever
As above where your parents thrive or below where siblings high dove off the low boards
Bouncing up, down, up and down in a skeleton crunching spin, into jackknifed, red hordes.

I’ve no business or concern about the afterlife where nothing is, nothing goes or ever will be
Dreaming about the beating ear drums pounding the wisdom & knowledge in and out of me
Fair or not, this is the way it is, a social and economic slit to fit the unpondered, illegitimates
As apes, naked except for residual follicular activity of evolution & random natural selection.

Boredom will be the key, just move from one unfavorable space to another, invisible soul food
Interests atrophy, swirling down the spin into an echelon of dirty words, dirty jokes of the rude
Know it, remember, recall it, never forget the things that want your life out of a soft, tiny boner
Never inseminated eggs full of hormones in a petri dish, a virgin’s DNA, God’s myth, MAN losers.

Crowd is over there and I am over here, far, far away from the throng, I’m watchin’ the day go by
My compass’ direction is North, West or East…never, ever South, I ain’t goin’ down for anybody
On another hand, there’s the Truth afoot, it’s a rational deduction from the assumed word salad
Dreaming you’re awake, recollect no past life afore this One God Virgin birth, It’s All good? Egad!

Therefore, before I was alive and after I die, none of the Earth’s activity will mean anything at all
It ain’t my fault, I’m just observing the perceivable perceptions everyone perceives, havin’ a ball
Winning and losing are the Ends, playing the game is optional, you see your chance & you take it
If you are snoozing, you can count on losing, it’ll be too late before you know it, step up, #NoS#it!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, April 27th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0755 PST
{ Thumbs Up! Got down in the middle of chaos, jammin’ to @Sammy link https://youtu.be/Mdh2p03cRfw categories sorted into Order, you’re out of Order! }

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

#JustFaxJax #BrothersInAfrica #BrothersInAsia #BrothersInEuropa #BrothersInAmericas #BrothersInSouthNorthPoles @SacramentoKings

EVOLUTION MYTHOLOGY DEBUNKED, BUZZWORD FLAMBE
Form of the thing itself is invisible to the mentally ill, now you see it & now you don’t
Magic spell cast by Natural Selection of One’s accidental starburst of holy matrix font
In a swirl kind of vortex going nowhere else but everywhere possible in a vacuum slit
Got a hot mike, broadcasting moonlight from midnight to dawn’s early, hot starlight.

Funky means evil, bad blood, rancid soul & what you need to do to remain above dirt
Feelings about the nature wanting to break you down with disease & a starched shirt
A poisoned DNA & RNA gone down a drain, you are a fool or an evil genius who cares
One gorgeous George, Father of Bankrolls & Payrolls, killer gorillas bitten nightmares.

Eat hunted game, nylon netted, innocent fish all cleaned & fried, drunk on ginger ale
Funk of models & gym rats who killed the living & ate the dead meat in Time’s Space
Copy of original signals at the traffic stop signs, word or flashing yellow, green or red
All outside of the atmosphere, out your mind and body, soul shines until you’re dead.

Pork & beef, what the forms come down to before they digest into the dung of angels
Put in the matter that turns fecal and gets flushed into the outhouses, far, far away too
Out of sight & downwind from the perpetual ivory towers built above the mud & blood
Here’s a clue, it’s no secret, know Nothing & you glean the Truth, I ain’t in the GD Mood.

Six senses to perceive this seafoam production, life on Earth is all of it within the plants
Animals are a byproduct of the evolution of eating & defecating the Live Art & Dead Ids
Fried potatoes, burnt marshmallows, froze bananas, come on man, we got to be better
Monkeys in apelike repetition of their ancestral DNA/RNA of cellular dysfunction butter.

Fear, loathing, love and reproduction of the germs to be or not to be, licensed her drive
From sixteen to seventy-six, it’s cool to be loved and hated, it’s better than an alternative
Girls make a boy crazy, without being crazy you are sanely insane as the rest of it is Fake
Stupid, idiotic, as I am so you are, wake up the #Woke, shake it up, come on now, Shake!

Apocalyptic just like every other day in the past and all in the future, it’s over easy, sonny
You keeled over about one second after I exposed you to the Truth, sweet as bee’s honey
Taverns on every corner, my corner, your corner, every block, every mile west to the lake
Fishy stockyard stench, windy city Chicago Indian bad smelt’s alewife word-up, ain’t fake!

Buns have meat in between their surfaces, there we’ve smeared pickles & fairy’s tall tales
Hairy legs get cut off at the knees, there’s no way to walk around or run around with Sue
She wouldn’t quite come with me when the time was right, it was always my happy trails
I followed the middle path, never fell, got to the end, rang the bell, it was two Hell’s bells.

Woke up, got #Woke, awakened the sleeping giant who would crush the unseen midgets
Too small to see or hear, couldn’t have dialogue with the invisible dots, only one way to go
Which way is up, it’s not down or sideways therefore it’s the only way left to test gadgets
Library deleted, erased, disappeared into dead air, in the trunk’s a spare & I’ve gotta blow.

You believe the cape and cowl have a presence underneath It, yet you’re deceived in funk
Freaks and the compliant followers of the gods and devils of mankind, rule this slam dunk
Bills paid, gold melted down into a lead metal of heavy hitters, rolled, smoked, coughed up
Harm & aid to families, extinction is immanent using fear & loathing of burnt leaf THC 7up.

There’s no doubt about it, there’s not going to be a debate with the pros & cons of Matrix
Wish and intent to cause the good to be and the evil to not be as ugly as the central dicks
Voted in or killing the opposing heads of states, command & demand obedience, my spell
Thru capillaries’ slip-stream of 1’s & 0’s illogical, subatomic Funk in Hell? Loaded, oh Lord!

Pumps up the cold water & hot air, into a sewer of the dead and gone matter, I am the blood
Fished the thoughts in the sea of the mind with bait, caught my limit under a hoodoos hood
Culture glory ride, here in this outerspace spun top so that the One gets too dizzy to be The One
Covered-up zero, two, four, then eight, mathematical progress all ENDS, I’m Adam’s dead son!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 4-26-2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Jammed to the VIBRATIONS of the Mighty @Temptations https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60 }

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

Bushels & Pecks #WhereYouAreIsWhereIWannaBe #MyFourLeafClover #Stapleton

LUCKY PENNY, 151 rum & coke

a peck YIELD STICKS & STONES

From the intent to yield the will to the power that causes the intended effects
To the actual reality right there in front of your face, blinded by the light & sex
A heist cannot be secret, silent or mum you can count on the deaf & the dumb
Like me or you or anyone else on a square trip’s Outerspace, away from a tomb.

Contextualize it, put and take the dice into the run-on sentences you dribble out
Dime-Store Buddha playin’ riffs for your gramma & daughter, your full of doubt
Doom cannot replace the glee of your apricot haze smoke; it’s comin’ wait for it
You have no choice now, you’re past the doomsday clock hands and digital chit.

How is it all going to end when you don’t know how it all began, it’s all irrelevant
What is relevant is did you did what you had to do on your trip to this reality rant
North to south poles, Earth spins & wobbles an axis’ perpetual tail wag, brain-dead
Get straight, chum it’s a necessary condition for pounding sand, camel-smokin' head.

Bartering your possessions, you imagine you’re deserving of, yet you’re not, loser
No woman on Earth was a man before conception, it’s either XX or XY, you hoser
Triggered by sounds out of the two lips blabbering the doomsday treason of Evil
Live spelled backward remains the same, good, bad or ugly, a crimson red devil.

Society and culture began with an ape and there we are, beginning with the 7/11
Ringing loudly for a NY minute in New York or L.A., I catch, I throw & hit a hardball
Homer, walk, hit by pitch, single, double, triple, fielder’s choice, sacrificial 3 strikes
Of a cage, bullpen, dugout or any ‘ol hole in the ground or above it, up to heaven.

Some girls know and some don’t, all of them live & die just because the sun burst
Heal wounds before blue blood turns to a dark, red pool of liquid vampire thirst
Nickels on a dime, I give you either ten dimes or twenty nickels, I penalize pennies
For the haters who love anyway, lighting up a fresh cigar, freshly twisted tween-ex.

Usurped my sap, as if I was an old tree dug roots into sticks, stones & kins’ bone
Hidden from the prey and predators, far away so they can’t even take a best shot
Rotting away with or without the Formaldehyde effect, looked good in a microdot
The split and merger all dead and gone, fired away and the Earth One’s all done.

by
r j j stephan, i

 

c. Mercredi, April 26th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Platonic & Socratic treatment of #TheWordSalad tossed w/o accountability jammin’ to https://youtu.be/rMMXoCuwcOM #BrokenHalos @Chris_Stapleton link @ https://youtu.be/Cfx_H7F-O3s }}
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W.W.A.R.D.?

FOR LOVE, LEAD & LOUISE @NeildeGrasseTyson novel/audiobook #StarryMessingerCosmicPerspectivesOnCivilization #21 Full Episodes of #FamilyGuy #GDHappiness

REALITY’S UNREAL PERCEPTION OF NUTS & FRUITS

Faux people you & I know, none of ‘em my friends or acquaintances, never learn the lesson
From kindergarten & head start on through the K to 12 system of the paper boys and girl scouts’ fun
Out of 2nd city ghetto by the lakes & oceans of the seven seas, searched for the miracles of H2O & me
Lost and found it all and then the next moment, before I knew it, I had it all once again, bird & bee.

Mighty apes in jungles, caves & cages pretending not to be offended by the stink of the Gunga Dins
Paupers & kin of the barons & lords of the land of Washington, Lincoln & The All, a mortality of sins
Six other continents full of foreigners who have nothing more nor less than nothing at all, dream life
Inside either a ghetto or a condo, house or mud hut, nothing in the end of You matters to your wife.

Think that you’re more than a moron or an idiot is fine but they’re also humans created via DNA skin
Mother and fathers of the infinite’s fear and trembling inherited by way of an orgasm of an organism
It’s all in the bag of weeds’ buds, existential angst and the middle path of the only way to come down
Light in the darkness helps but it’s a pathos and an ethos of the finite view of the infinitely unknown.

Woke up and then there was nothing left to do since the infinite was #Woke, as above it’s like below
Here and now was like and will be like then and there, before or after this very second’s Below Blow
Seeing light even when darkness is everywhere inside the doors of extrasensory perception, 3rd eye
Paradox is that you need to know what you can’t know for certain, come uncertainty principle of pi.

Evil is LIVE spelled backward, oh so dreadful because they seem to be opposites, but they’re identical
Leaving you with a despair of your spirit which misassumed that Life meant more than nothing at all
Replaced despair with happiness like the future shock of realizing that mortality’s one life is everyone
You’re on Earth whether you know it or not, you’re lost in Space with a Time out, God’s One, It’s done.

Gigabytes of data underneath the subterranean anxiety of the conscious matrix, God as we know it
Mighty spades and whiteys movin’ the fire baptism onto the extreme unction anointing of divine chit
Resist the love and hate only if you’re dead and gone, resistors can’t resist the carpetbaggers of Mars
Extinction’s conjunction, Matter germs & Form funk, atomic fission & fusion concocted reason’s scars.

Lucky & grateful to have benefited from the sixteen years of American enculturation, goin’ to a Gogo
Trust is all we have when we depend on anyone other than our own true self, you never know it all
Responsible for nobody else’s obligations other than my own, I have retired from being obligated too
Never will you ever see me fail because that’s as crazy as the fortuitous coincidence of meeting you.

I’m neither nut nor fruit although I ingest & defecate between imbibing hydrogen, oxygen & tequila
Offers for interstellar Space travel have me turned down, requiring death of skin & gods of Valhalla
If it’s to be or not to be, my choice is To Be & to avoid the Not to Be, survival of the most fit monkey
Epic ending The End, amoral skulls & bones godsmacked into a hidden safe place by a skeleton key.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 4-26-2023 Anno Domini @ 659 AMPST

{ Extracted jammin’ to @Sam_Hunt #BodyLikeABackroad link @ https://youtu.be/pLV7CkmS5cM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

GODS DON'T DIE, IMMORTALLY YOURS OR MAYBE NOT, NOBODY KNOWS, NOBODY'S TALKIN'

LUCKY'S CIGARETTES, ALL TOO MORTALLY WINNING

One gesture left over from One, original sin of the first two sexes, artists’ reproductions of skull boned
Serious or not, you and I had been what we’ve always been, greater than the gods who created the rocks
Planets, moons, solar systems, galactic nebula & black holes’ Singularities, asleep yet #Woke up/downs
Simple categories of substantial matter and energy will disappear and terminate the angst of the clowns.

Holy holly and the pitiful followers of the dead meat-men of history, scientific & priestly philosopher
Insanity asserted into the subjects, objects & predicates of the Ivy Leagues’ infantile, coffins are safer
Boots on your feet first & then they’re on the ground of being, earth’s plane of existence to be, I see
Look like a naked ape, hairless except for the gene splice of smooth tricks of the red, black & whitey.

Hours every day, every year move onto the finale of a stage play, my life, your life, the bad-goods I ball
Every breath we took out of the ball of confusion will not return to it’s matrix, we’ve metabolized it all
Ball of confusion in a 9-ball rack, a triangulation of solid/striped-colored circular, rollin’ hunks of ivory
Inside the rectangular plane, we bank to and fro just for fun or for a shark’s dinner of billiard-ball glee.

Junk all used up and no function leftover other than to pile up in a trash heap or burn up in dark smoke
As vapor goes up, it comes down too, there’s no place to go in outer space outside atmosphere choke
Moon is a couple hundred thousand miles away from Earth, millions of miles from the star we call Sun
Bright for a while and then turning dark, black hole & a Singularity, like the thing they called Zeus’ fun.

Punks and idiots wrote the word, morons taught the germs the words and here and now we’re all here
You never know why you struggle but in one moment you’ll find out, when you’ve run out of your time
Empty Space is infinite & needs your rawhide & your hair, inside of your spirit’s invisibility on a dime
Your luck is, in reality the intent of your Will to Power, criminals and broken minds are what they seem.

Pistol-whipped and gunned-down, sliced and diced into invisible, atomic molecules of oxygen & carbon
This is It, a gravitational collapse of neutrons, electrons & protons of reality, y’all know you’re all done
Perfection and the hot flames of starfire created and morphed the twirling menudo of wasted gas, son
I know it, you know it, we’re all gonna die, you in particular, sooner than you had thought, now It’s On!

You need cars, trucks, trains, jets and a fearless soul to hang-out in the hangers with the automation
Locomotion from crawling, walking, running, jumping and flying leads to nowhere you know, heaven
Or the other place unknown to the living yet, smoking plants is not eating plants, it’s illegal to smoke
Your mind’s a terrible thing to waste, you’re no better or worse than an eaten, defecated, dirty joke.

Colder than fun in the summertime & hot licks in the winter, why you don’t use synchronized hog-pigs
A swagger you can’t figure out how anything fits into a thing and has no ties to its OG origin, holy city
Neutral or negative can pull off the positive in every possible scenario of the stage play christened digs
Where I'm dead myself, where I am & will always be today, tomorrow & yesterday, say, I AM infinity.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 4-24-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted in effigy of @Tucker_Carlson while listenin’ to @GovtMule #CortezTheKiller link @ https://youtu.be/HaWEvXT-eaM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?