fridays on saturday in retrograde revolution #WarTheBandLIVE @TheGrove

IDIOTS RNA DUPLICATED, #Ai EXTINCTION

Watched the cartoons very carefully for clues to the reason for hunger, masticate, defecate, etcetera
Honey sweet of course, apples sour for the best, caramel & nuts stuck onto the skin, there’s no flaw
On a stick or in a blender down the gullet, it’s the best of the Earth in a handful of glee, precious gem
Diamonds and gold, all mine in a safe in the organized anti-crime unit, got badges & the stratagem.

Satiated & ready for the bad guys comin’ to my door, knockin’ & ringin’ & I move right into their faces
Show of power in the face of stupidity wins every time, morons backoff into their normal timid places
Higher than the mightiest mice & most supreme superhuman powers that be, assimilate fission & fusion
As above, so below the god, the gods or the vacuum of absolute Nothingness itself, One ghost’s godson.

Bumped around in the muck & mire from innocence to enlightening, transitioning genderless psyches
Spirit within doesn’t side with a gender of a body, those random recombinant gene ones, third Reichs
Luck of the draw, feeling like reproducing your kind when you’re in puberty’s hypnotic effect of orgasm
Divine moral code commands, no makin’ dependents unless you & your one & only are independent Ai.

Nobody alive now or in the past has ever been consigned to be artificial intelligence’s species’ program
Be kind to your parents, siblings, strangers and most of all, be kind to yourself, that’s sacrosanct spam
Dead things that used to be alive were eaten, buried, burned, recycled in a Dead Sea or Rocky Mt. coal
Left over to recycle the system of wobbling, revolving, orbiting & following a leader’s black glory hole.

Faced off and scored the winning goal, the one & only goal right off the get-go, snagged a trophy wife
Such a nice lady hooked onto my red cape, made me fly like superman’s grandson, she’s my whole life
Thing is, thinking constructively & implementing the solutions to problems is obsolete, on flip side ups
All mainlined from vein straight through to the heart, once the pump is saturated, brain’s mind dumps.

Born innocent, taught to be wild without moral compass, ethics of right and wrong, good & evil sewn
Force below the planet’s surface down to the core is nicknamed #Hell, but it’s all we have, ash & bone
Recollect memories of hand-me-downs, categorize them in random order or chronologically splurged
Out of the nipples that nurtured, milk recycled into the sewer’s spew, cry baby cry, to the demiurge.

Nobody hears the voice without ears, nobody has words without a voice, nobody’s lucky, it’s so jive
Final gasp it will be, for one and for all, life after death isn’t possible without a body, soul ain’t alive
Freedom to surrender when you claim you won’t resist much, they want you behind bars of pig iron
Code will keep you in, keep all of your ilk inside of your head, within its confines, life’s a dream, son!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samehdi, 8-26-2023 AD @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted on the streets of Sacramento, near the tracks of the Roseville railroad yards & listenin’ to
Intense A intelligence anger, WARNING, WARNING, WARNING! }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Somedays you just lose it to the powers that be what it is... Happy Friday You Sons of Humans! #TabBenoit #CrawdadBBQ

FRIED CHICKEN & ALLIGATOR CHASIN’ TEQUILA DOWN 

Perishing the random thoughts coming in and out of the empire above my neck, field I’m dreamin’
Sphinx down with cover-ups above & below a conceptual analysis of the paradigm phase schemin’
Highlights for real, deep state programmed by a chimera in charge of imaginary, dark angel hybrids
Important to fish in the sea when the prey have become at home with all the crushed bones of kids.

All above for the boogie woogie and down with all that jazz between the polkas & rhythm’s blues
Pickin’ & grinnin’ regardless of what was happenin’ a moment before the gig began, I can never lose
Why the monks and big sisters who watched over the treasure chests full of arcane wisdom, all mine
No white lies inside the propositions which lead to rational conclusions of followers, a herded kind.

Only the leader sees the entire panorama, followers see nothing but the loins of a dumb jack’s arse
Donkey, burrow or mule in any case, every time you got to move, always the beast of burden cars
Points well taken, deduced inductions all illogical for good reason, the extinction is immanent now
Whole thing is a shebang, it came all at once & it’s goin’ out all at once, actors take a lower bow.

There is not going to be an encore, when it’s over have faith that it’s over, unconsciousness wins
It was indeed a game worth playing but there was no original intent to come & go in original sins
Just because a dead woman & man offended their ‘father’ doesn’t mean you torture innocents
Babies and the ones who have taken vows to treasure Nothing but the afterworld above heaven.

Lighting up the blackness in the four corners between the floor & ceiling, blinded, deaf & so dumb
Drunk on the acid liquid, the gas, the solid and that conglomeration of living and dead breadcrumbs
Better to move than to lie down in a small space you’ll never escape from, an animals rat trap snap
On your neck, your tail, caught with the cheese between your chops, eyes bulge, face you slap his

Pennies from heaven, droppin’ dimes on your kin and the strangers who castigate their scatty bull
Nobody gets out of this plane alive, good, bad or ugly, especially every one of the oh so beautiful
Break of dawn or the tangerine sundown, l got every one of the nights and days my baby gave me
I came for her, I saw her, she came into the heart, the soul, the spirit of my mind full, immortally.

Pressed up to the cosmic crown of what can never, ever be right here, middle of forever, this point on
To the black hole’s singularity or wherever the doom pulls my saliva and blood flowin’ in good times
Whiskey & rye chasin’ down gin & vodka for free alcohol that frees the fretting & love on my dimes
Cells grow from this One, bodies vibe in Two, there’s no mitotic divide LSD acid’s grave rhymes.

Full backs and the setbacks they dreamed of after breaking arms & legs, studied for the pedigreed
Legs and arms obeyed the will, well thought out plans and pivots when the failures got exhibited
Sold the perfume to cover up the stank, rough odors from the inner works of the 208 bones’ blood
Who & what we’ve always been, unheard, invisible, microscopically hidden underneath DNA food.

Panorama to be seen from sea to shining ocean’s waving H2O molecules in front of my headlights
Playing the games as usual, by the rules nobody wrote, we just follow them leaders out of sights
Crates full of matter in forms round or oblong, some from inside seeds that fell out of blue skies
Unplanned journey trippin’ on microdots & sunshine brings you to what you are, Judy in disguise.

Those forks in the road were the only ways possible to go ahead to the end of your days’ surprise
Reward or punishment just like we did to the pet dogs we had in our caverns and mansions of ice
Holy halls darker than whatever is in the dead air at the radio station, it’s a hot mic, testing 1 two
Scored as intended, you should know I plotted and copped a sneak, Truth might make y’all blue.

I know more than I forgot but I know it won’t be long before it’s all gone, it may be already gone
Now then, that’s the spirit son, while the pain intervenes intermittently, sick, imperfect pawn
I sing it louder than I used to, there’s an amplifier of my voice and one for my lead, bass & drum
Played on the stage for the first time, like the last time & next time, Rhythm rhymes with dumb.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, August XIVth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST
{ Drafted during @Tab_Benoit blessin’ the airwaves just like this on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/t8eilVeMpFo?si=BsnxasWvTBqw_lXn }

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Clapton - keb'Mo - Jim Morrison; Bonnie Raitt & friends #NoRightWayOrWrongWay #JustOneWay @Tab_Benoit

ON FIGHTING GOOD FIGHTS HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT, WINNING

Without any reason and only a meager dose of rhyme, too drunk on wine & the dubiety brothers

Immersed deeply in dubiety, Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle enlightens the dead's mothers

They invented the life afterbirth, suckled to the teats, poor mothers force fed babies with teeth

All around the fire until y'all hunt, fish or clean the campsite, drive it on home on Juneteenth.

Very infrared or barely ultraviolet, the prism's separation of stupid idiots from their parents' jive

Truth about the nature of things, everything including your super ego & your Id, keeps you alive

Hearts keep the liquid spirit moving like Mercury through the venous network, ad infinitum

Or maybe ad finitum is one stop beyond the last red light, caput for the species within my drum.

 

Don't make me laugh, that's why I'm going to become whatever I'm programmed to receive

Hard and cold steel buried in the sand on a beach near the boardwalk by the sea shore of jive

Where the gamble is that you won't get washed out into the Atlantic or the Pacific deep seas

Sometimes scat happens when you least expect it, opened my eyes & I saw that I owed fees.

Grace magic from good deeds performed in stealth mode, they called it the thing, it's the magic

Dreaming the pure luck of the draw, the DNA combined to first cause all the effects of the sick

Alright with us all I'm sure would agree, you'll feel sensations toe to scalp, not all mankind's sons

The good is understood to rock & roll back to the boogie woogie bugles and M-16 malfunctions.

It's a put-on, a masquerade without end, skullduggery at it's finest, crushed cycles of a revolutioner

In circles around the burning, hot sun, orbiting the path of our forefathers and ancestral originals

Liars and cheats aroused by the mean, dirty, rotten, filthy cheating bastards from another mother

Living and dying in One cut substance, feeling and hearing and seeing the Ends just prior to calls.

You got the sugar and I got the salt but we both didn't mind the complement, it is a charly horse

 Brave whistles and slowhand signals to advise the competitors that they are here and now as well

Losers never win unless they stay out of the competition, they lose then they elevate to high losers

Fish in the ocean or in a tank, alive and soon to die, either naturally caput or killed for the boozers.

 by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Wednesday August XXIIIrd 2023 Anno Domini @ 1212 AMPST

{ Chipped off the block while jammin' to @EricClapton concert link @  https://youtu.be/SF6Ij-ocgyw}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#PosterPostPastPSTs #Spirit #Tab_Benoit #RockLobsters #Angels

NOBODY IS MORE INTELLIGENT THAN BACK FORTY KIDS UNCONCEIVED

Coming and going inside of stone darkness of the home womb, Nothing comes to fruition in Space
Nothing being something more than the empty vacancy of zero atoms & molecular forms of matter
You have another thing coming if you think you know it all, you have missing bytes of data in form
Perfected punks and genii who inhabit the live feed before corpus dillecti sets in, call checkmates!

All the right moves made from pawn to queen and in between with the rook, knight & bishop too
Avoiding the stalemate of your opponent’s only hope in the bottom of Hades, if they play, they lose
It’s not their fault other than the free choice they’ve made to reverse reality, in the end, they’re blue

Deep and dark like the holy womb they became more than an egg in a hole, you baby, yo’ mama too!

Now that I’ve got your attention, actually as much as you have is enough, you’ve entered Twilight’s zone

Where it all makes sense until your last gasp of gas from the ether, as above so it is below your Eyephone
Y'all know like I know, I do well in a tower of Babel’s linguistic anomalies, so it is, God is too humane
No casting aspersions, just facing the Truth, you have No Life after This Life, it’s caput, that is so insane.

Pretending that unmoved movers make animated, soft rock that rolls downhill from heaven well above

Rolled Stones on the ground are to be thrown at one another in disagreement about the property of Love

Your mama, your sister, your daughter, your lover girls & the prostitution of the rest of the Many’s polls
History written on walls in caves, parchment rolls in clay pots, libraries’ dead tree pulp, dead sea scrolls.

 
In no way in any world can the impossible become the possible, no bizarre world violates Cause & Effects
It is One, a single solitary, unconscious thing itself, imagination’s recollection of fantastic, DNA defects
Rupture your muscles and sinews until your frame falls into inability to fend for oneself, dependents die
Passion for compassion, animals in pain get put to sleep, another word for the End of the red cherry pie.

I got the last and the first pieces, the rest is history and probably masticated by bloody gums of a pie face
You speak, you hear, your comprehension of the meaning, the essence is essential, I speak, human race
Eloquent voice that’s silent is useless, therefore, think that you exist, you do, therefore you do, God I’m it
Unknown is both Adam, Eve & “X” unknown to all priests & paupers, No Body gets out alive, “Aw, chit!”

Herd only runs in the direction of the leader, the leader is led by the hunger to be able to sleep in peace
Without worrying about any insane killer of live bodies, we kill our food, something else makes us cease
Without food, death is the only alternative, there’s nothing to animate after death, a soul is a construct
To illustrate that your fear of death can be stopped by a blind faith in a fantasy, fake-god gravity can suck.

Doing nothing I can to help Ends arrive before their time, I’m woke, happy, sleep all night happy y’all
No guilt of the ethical morality of pretenders who believed golden lies, hook, lines and lead sinkers
Golden God, precious metallic power to change into lead to fill brass shells for lead bullet shooters
Hold up now, do your best to drop a dime on those who refuse to fly away from the coop, play Ball!

Bless your invisible souls, blessings do some good for something, but nobody comes back from Dead
I looked for friends and relatives to return from the hinterland, the great beyond Earth, angels fear It
They all are lost and nobody will ever find them, they were a myth, believed by the blind, faithful bred
Horror, all there is, enjoy the ride, it’s all you get, what I’ve always wanted, oh wait, it’s God, oh chit!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 8-21-2023 A.D.

{ Freaked as predicted, woke a week before my birthday, still ignorant of the Truth, spouting

philosophical bovine scatfest with @Tab_Benoit CONCERT (I will attend this PM) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0756axTocU4 }

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Dimanche Munch @AC/DC concert 1977 @Nickelback

FREAKS ON THE STREAKIN' STREETS

*****00000#00000*****

All bottoms are up as the top goes down when the heat puts your cardio under arrest

Eyes not necessarily wide open but there's hope on the horizon, it may be vain, alas

There's no news therefore it's all old data streams of humanity's sheer idiocy, maybe

If not idiots then the only other option is the full set of morons & miscreant dead sea.

Fill her up higher than full until it overflows into the gutter where brave men fear to go

It's gigabytes bigger than the both of us so if you could trust me for a moment, it'll flow

Upstream where the trophy fish bite the lures and bait of mankind, rubber wader Zen

Truth is you catch and release the trophies, hoping they'll fight your arms once again.

Conclusion follows the premises whether rational, logical, reasonable or not, afterbirth

Last sound, last word before you kiss your mama goodnight, I love you ma, just kiddin'

Face slap/tap & a good night my boy from Ma, that was like the theme of Rare Earth

Slow down, movin' faster than 80 in a 55 so, continue for a fine & wreckless driving sin.

Ferocious cats and snakes or rabid beasts of prey continue the life line survive & thrive

On or off of the MRI scanner the radiation records anomalys in the field of focus alive

You know like I know things that others don't know, some will never know yet, we will

On your mark, set, one for the money & two for the show, three to get ready & 4 to GO!

Obscene or sacred rites to conjure the ghosts who come in the form of leftist Marxist

Doing the philosophical colloquium in Sicily's old town was the ticket, die the hardest

Sentenced to death by jumping off a cliff, tried to fly before I hit the ground running

As I suspected the soul & angel became One, my preflight was only my basic training.

Flight mode for the hunt and the air fight for dominance of the victor's nest, so high

Upper atmosphere in the stratosphere, the air's thin but the breathers are mighty

Freaks of nature, a genetic aberration of random, recombinant genes, necessary bull

A condition preceding and forgiving trespasses against us & our kin, the Void & Null.

 

Steel and basket balls rolling and bowling the pins down into the gutters with hobos

All there ever was after high school and college was the promise to breathe in blues

When the ending comes, you won't be warned, you'll just be dead & gone mortal sins

Blinded by faith in the afterlife light out of this world, underground, earthly coffins.

Here is perfect and here is the opposite imperfect, yin and yang of the Zen koan line:

You say One word up now:  A thought I think I'll bow to: Dog God kneeled cuttin'

I believe in nothing I can't know for certain, uncertainty principles buried in a mine

Way down deep inside the love, the heart's inner sanctum, if & only if God is, I'm All in.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 303 PMPST

{ Kracked this out the noggin' in twenty minutes with nothing better to do than to listen to AC/DC @ 10-27-1977 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LeVAHvuCpdQ }

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