i knew everything 'bout everything - @Keb'mo #SlowDown #RidinInMySled

 WHOLE & HOLY IN A BLACK HOLE  

There’s no question & there’s no answer for the ignorant male’s bad breath
You know & I know that freedom ain’t free, no indication of life after death
I think I don’t think so, I get you, you’re way out in left field with no ‘T’ in OM
But & however, besides the facts of life, there’s an end to the start of dumb.

Saturday nights for 52 weeks every year for over 70 years, you & I fell in
To the game resulting from lust or love, there’s a conception’s deception sin
That all errors of forefathers in addition, gods impregnated the orgy whore
Obligation to whom, invisible spirit in Space above blue sky & Earth’s core.

Nine months later, quadruplets became, named East, South, West & North
Want and need to cry and laugh at the nervous breakdown then self-worth
Blazed the trails that have now grown over by the Time and Space reality
Queer quirks of linguistic sounds of consonants & vowels, true truth to see.

Domestic idiots with free speech are perceived as a threat to the status quo
In fact, free speech limited by golden silence is the rap synch of Curtis Blow
Neither men nor women can be immortal, you’re all going to die, everybody
I will die as well, nobody gets out of here alive, Jesus or Buddha, oh lordy!

What I am is what y’all are too, I’m not an alien of the planet, nor are y’all
Forces of gravity and inertia are here, right now, right there where y’all fall
Piercing your skin, scalp to fingers and toes, eat food, defecate recycled Id
Smugglers blues annihilating the egos and superegos as the need arose It.

If and only if you’re an idiot with an intelligent mind, then you are an alien
A genius with a degenerate mind is the paradigm of extinction of species
Way gone beyond all outer limits & twilight zones above & below clear skin
You & the whole species you’re a part of is sentenced to divine extinction.

Full, half and quarterbacks on 100 yards of grass field, ending the game
Kick the ball through the uprights for 1 or 3 points from 5 to 50 yard fame
Can you shut your mouth when you’re not breathing, probably no chance
Silence is lead when it ain’t golden, functions of morons & idiots to dance.

Principles in the propositional logic affects the deduced inductions of Space
Time is an illusion of all poor minds who have become conscious of a Face
Ugly or beautiful, you are neither a fool nor an idiot or moron, lucky to be it
All the Time you spend is all you get, nothing more nor less, End is caput!

Controversy is never one-sided, it takes two to tango, right is never wrong
Good is never too bad, evil is never dead right & I like grateful dead song
Underneath the dirt, burnt out cinders of a Big Bang, T-bones in the yard
Matter & Energy ruptured the fabric of Time’s Void with Nothing, a canard.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XIXth MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Drafted while listenin’ to @BWStevenson #MyMaria on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JdBvTvxHy7E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ta da~

MCCALL BROTHERS, ROBERT JOHNSON & JOE BONAMASSA

UP DEEP IN YOUR RABBIT HABIT

Pretenders who successfully fool others in their lives will face the music at the bitter ending
It comes on the day you’d least expect it, when you weren’t paying attention to the causes
So predictable effects which are moved by the intent of will power to create & move words
Magic spells of sounds in specific order to recreate the glitch of Life’s origin, feathered birds.

Killing and creating, eating and watching the effects cause other effects, unpredictable or not
Dreaming that the dream is no dream at all is the grand illusion left over by the ancient Styx
Viking blood and spirit ready to fight to the death for the Unknown, One bunch of little dicks
Fools & dogs with wisdom to avoid threats to end human culture, it ends in apemen dry rot.

Kept out of The Loop by moving 2000 miles away from the elevation and subway, all down low
In or around the gold dirt of California, near rivers and mountains of America, absorbing blow
In and out of the holes in the head, food and drugs are administered via I/V for efficiency’s sake
Reflection isn’t in the mirror, mine is already gone, bloodless vampire, wipe your lips’ red drips.

Peculiar yet normal, when there’s no more nor less than One, used to it already, I do a repeat
Like it or not, it’s my thing & I’m gonna do what I wanna do, that’s the reason I was born great
Without greatness there’s the authentic weakness of the predators’ prey, to kill without a fight
All of it is for the One killing & leaving leftovers for the kin and scavengers with keen hindsight.

Don’t go fund me since I am not in need for that assistance, spend your Time in Space crying
Feeling sorry for yourself because you’re a baby that never grew into adulthood, we’re dying
Day and night we move closer to the final destination, dead & buried in the ground or Arisen
Fight for your right, to have fun and avoid pain & suffering, wasted time, an immortality sin!

When the lights above ground are obscured by the angle of the dig, then enlighten darkness
Beauty and the lack of it, can only be seen in the light unless the eyes are blinded by the mess
Military mess a bit different than the mess you’ve caused by violating the First Cause’s effect
Created from DNA bone, not of zero-atomic charm, Nothing is zero, egad, holy God is a sect.

Paid the pied piper the fare to pass through the Time Warp, I got the key for the lockbox hole
Right here & now, my hand is flush with a full house, nobody can bluff me with a better hand
I know where the aces and deuces are on the table, I’m all in for the call, I don’t need a draw
No four of a kind, royal flush or straight flush five high in spades, I’m winning, I’ve won, I win.

 
Three of thirteen leaves the final ten to countdown for the launch, a blast-off explosion free
To escape the gravitational pull of the magnetic core that was expunged in a Big Bang of TNT
Sorrow for the pleasure that passed up my heavy metal riffs, hard rock loud, attuned volume
Apes, humans, animals, plants, mud, blood, beer, words are down with it, word up forever now.

Mink is the hair of the animal that warms the naked apes, move away from the freezing cold
Move to the tropical heat and stay away from the burn of the fire as well as the ice cube hold
Mirror the light of the darkness into the inner sanctum of the invisible cave, know the only way
To move the unmoved mover, pray loudly to quiet down the fury, Sunlight dies but not TODAY!

by
r j j stephan, I
{WTF is Alice?}

c. Jeudi, August XVIIth 2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Fiddling with WORD malfunctions, straddled the saddle horn & drafted this gem while jammin’ to @Robert_Johnson #Tribute link @ https://youtu.be/F2vMnwhYLMw }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#MightyMouseTraps #JrWalkerAndTheAllstars #ImARoadrunnerBaby @Santana @WARtheBand

GHOST STUCK 

Stuck here right now for the moment, I may mutate at any given time, so fly high in purple skies
Higher than the Space all around this planet’s rocky roads, empty mind, void spirit, a body dies
Where you were before the body was a combined egg & sperm, that place in Space is One goal
Each secret you hear compounds into your ignorance of the Truth, STFU before your ass’s hole.

Moves are by pawns until the losers enter the fray, rooks, knights, bishops & the Queen of hearts
Head on a guillotine for real, tiny neck without a need for a 90-pound blade falling out God’s hand
Seven holes in the head falling into the basket below, eyes, nose, ears & mouth’s lips, pauper men
Ignorance is the bliss which One covets & retains in the DNA ova, all adults are species’ has-bins.

Inside of your games that you play with or without established rules, there’s a seed for extinction
It’s the Not To Be part that bothers us all, the living care about the dead because we’re all gonna go
Sooner or later the idiots and morons take over the women and their babies grow into the bad RNA
Messages on paper, on screens, on-line will disappear once the material world rejects human DNA.

Extinction of the animation that is invisible from 8 miles high, you can’t see any people, cats or dogs
For the reality and the surreal presence of ghosts & spirits in the day & night, I am sloppin’ the hogs
Cheers from naïve, radical followers who merely mock the majority, mimicking, mirroring the cult
Every walk, single, double and triple is a home run for somebody, somewhere BUT I hit a GD TILT!

Bottoms go up when I walk by even if I’m unseen by third eyes that are blind, I have the royal blues
It is exactly what it is, psycho-social misfits cannot be exterminated, absorb their ilk in the whores
So, here live severe mental morons without blame or responsibility, locked up, reality drug stupors
Aliens came & we’re left over, you live, you die, you cry, I don’t care, we don’t care who begot yous!

Word said, soft or loud, just a cool vibration into the ether is enough to set the magic free from a chain
Underneath the chassis & long after the Candy Apple paint job, the machine injects the venom for pain
Too many people before I was born had gone too far, even more will go further long after ol’ bones die
Feeling alive for a while, lucky to have received the momentary lapses of reason, salami on Jewish rye.

Afraid of the fish in the Dead Sea, they are alive, but they are born from things nobody sees but UFO’s
Darkness everywhere inside & outside of your perception’s imagination, bribed & blackmailed by holes
Black or White Ones, all of them can move around freely and dependent only upon the wind & the fire
Repeat ad infinitum, cease to breathe, heartbeat terminate, just because gods want to take you higher.

Music beats the rhythm & rhyme into your psychic bone, up your kundalini backbone to a cortex flex
Dawn opens up the darkness’ Truth, seeing everything in context, Nothing is clear for magic trick sex
Abracadabra I’ve said, please & thank you before the thing itself materializes from an empty vacuum
Bringing it on home from the outskirts of being way gone, far out beyond any subatomic ocean scum.

Get off of my rainbow, it’s my con-job to myself, forcing my lies to become the Truth, absolute scat rat
You know the meaning of pretending to misunderstand someone you want to throw in a whiskey vat
Nobody can apologize for vague affronts to the ego, the id or super ego, except Freud’s analysis fake
Life’s a bowel movement of Nature, it’s what it’s all about, be the #S#it in a piece of angel food cake.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August XVIth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Mission completed while jammin’ to #TheTwilightZone1985 link @ https://youtu.be/bsShHK6iBp8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?