#Zoroaster & FREEEEEEEEE D O C T O R D E M E N T O & so forth & so on... & Have a happy Hanukuh & the Very Merry Christmas You've ALWAYS expected, Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

LIVING AND DYING ANKH AD INFINITUM

Mike and the gang gone rogue for the sake of civilization, it’s the Christmas flow of fools

Thinking that you can get away with murder & grand theft of your mothers & fathers booty

Let me tell you something in the confessional, you come & you’ll go in a NYC minute’s spiff

High or low, it all winds up underground, buried in the stardirt that’s become dead ash Piff.

Snow falls because it doesn’t go up until it turns to thin air, gas without recycle of the flow

It’s a repetition for no reason other than just because, no reason to doubt about it, go slow

Sleighbells ringin’ & announcing a saint’s in the house, that can’t be seen with four eyes too

Unmarried ‘til married & separated, divorced, ‘til death do y’all part the ‘hood too-live crew.

Wink one eye, you got something in it or you’re signaling for a return smile, set blinks to 182

I’ll go on record as saying that Jesus Christ was no superstar of the revolution vs. the Blue

Mass communicating the dream inside of the God’s head is impossible, just because of it

God ain’t dead since God was never animated as a form of life’s bones and voodoo chit.

Pick your flies out of the air with chopsticks, you can’t do it unless you know you can’t o it

Then and only then you’ll see the open sore of the gash disseminated by the pope’s priests

From altars and confessionals, you see the transformation divine all-human, beast breath

Nothing you can do or say will change the immutable chain of finite events, birth to death.

Talking about God and the unnamed before Zeus & Zarathustra for the minions of humanity

Save nobody but yourself, use the words that you say for the power to transform no divinity

Consciousness comes & goes without any reason at all, saved or punished for Adam’s folk

Die, survive until you do, it’s the way, the narrow one but at least you’re awake & not #Woke.

It’s not mine, it’s not yours & for certain it’s nobody in charge of a thing, this is a Gold sham

I forgot to recall what you can ne’er recollect, it’s a sacred scam to be smashed by a slam

Wealthy poor folks paying with blood, sweat & tears & then the taxes recover what’s left in

Everything above & below is beyond my comprehensive analysis, nothing I know, I am skin.

Rise from the dead when you’re rigor mortis has set in, ruin the future with the Truth’s knife

Just a man to be inoculated with deadly viral infections gifted from the divine Man & wife

Lovers’ fools impact the species survival, random recombinant DNA shuffles the deck Ace

One left out of four, diamond in the rough of Spades, Clubs & Diamonds all up in your face.

You need to know who cares, desire to believe what may or may not be the Truth, It’s Xmas

Time in Space to recollect the thing itself, we’ve been created to be held accountable Bass

Bass fish in the sea, small, some big & some just too low to see in the sea, I, sperm whale

Beating you to the punch, uppercut, left or right cross & a solid slap of Mary Well’s junk ale.

Drank it all and when I drunk, I laid down, passed out & died in my skin & bones, a dillecti

God’s dams keeping the H2O from drowning us in another great flood, we gotta stay high

Above the surface of the drink or we’ll get drunk, without the alcohol of the acid in a cup

Arrested my attention, broke hearts, defecated souls, back into my spot, ain’t god, cop.

What is this something that’s got a hold on me? A pretty face & box of bones all to be free

From me & the rest of the all too human grocery stores, convenience to roll the 7’s & 11’s

Shakin’ the rock & roll between the A’s to the G’s, sharp or flat, major or diminished heaven

All right to feel alright, it’s just doin’ your thing like a fool that stays too long, it’s a mortal sin.

Yours or mine, we can’t get away with murder or grand larceny, there’s a price Karma needs

Mama & papa got nothing to do with your age of reason other than being original mortal sin

Bend over and get bent as trained by the regulating authority, nothing & nobody is in charge

It’s time to rest in peace, I got beer for my horses, shots & spiffs to calm scars all too large.

House of cards falls, be it 52 or 48 in the deck, I can’t stop gravity’s pull to a sanctum pit

Here and now I’ll leave y’all in the muck & mire of pain, suffering & pleasure relief steps

Pills, smoke, positive thought & everything that matters to be or not to be, pie in the sky

Ahead or behind where I am, right here & now, I’ve said enough, said, done, I’m all over it.

Multiplication of hard lines between zero & one, happening comes, y’all get it in the rear

Buckets empty without the blood runs, the spirit ghost smoke gets loose, we turn to s#it

None of us get too far from the rocks & dust on the ground, high or low, mud & bloody beer

For the whole shebang is seen by the aliens, we were them, now we’re Homers in a skit.

I got a posse of hunters for the gold & silicon in the valley, trippin’ the light fantastic ‘til 9

After the darkness falls, stars appear as if they were hiding in plain sight, I breathe-in fine

Bounty of the hunters is the booty we’ve gleaned out of the empty-minded, as I do guffaw

‘til my two lips are too dry to flip phrases that quench the thirst for happiness’ screw, raw!

High and mighty or low or powerless, all above are necessary ingredients for Life on Earth

Life IS elsewhere outside of Earth, yet a moot point, you can’t get there at all, death to birth

Parents, brothers, sisters & everything within the matrix are the gist of the #1 hits of yo’ ass

Set like Jell-O & a pudding, not quite solid nor liquid yet able to transmute it all to pass gas.

Fish jumpin’ & can’t be caught or eaten by the flies & lures of the angler, Man or an alewife

Chance enters, lucky to be here, could have been aborted or miscarried & reincarnated life

Not to be or not to be, it’s no question for us to ask unless we’re got divine inspiration in tow

It ain’t easy, living, The Struggle is immense, only babies cry & get fed, adults down slowly.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi XII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 PMPST

{ Kicked the Scat out of my laptop, now lame & limp, while jammin’ to the High Sound of @TobyKeith #BeerForMyHorses on  youTube @ https://youtu.be/o1JOFhfoAD4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MakeMyWISHcomeTrue @MariahCarey #Snow #Ice & #Missletoe #AllIWantForChristmas #PleaseComeHomeForChristmas #TheEagles

BE IN HARM’S WAY, DONE MY WAY, AQUA BLUES TO TRUMP A QUEEN

Surround squares by woke lovers equal to the matrix’ rubric cube effect, 1 angel’s 1st cause

Whatever heats and freezes is all there is, matter or immaterial, special effect of gold dust

You care ‘til you can’t laugh any longer & you begin to cry about the death of the fallen One

Poor old spirit first created out of Nothing by the matrix, no accidental conception, my son.

Rich beyond the billions of the wealthy in universal atomic fission & fusion, a particle of silk

Leftovers once Big Bangs pass from a Future’s forwarding to the Past’s Presence, a fool’s ilk

Follow a bouncin’ ball that leads us all from the dream between your ears & reality of a goof

Trip with or without the generosity of pot plants we hex into magic potions, we’re 180 proof.

I gave it all for nothing, trained to survive in the center of dire straits, distributed at random

No recollection of a guilt complex of historical, ancient civilization & the ocean’s sea scum

Knowing Nothing itself as well as you can without saying a thing about its zeroed empty sun

Hits, playin’ @Motorcity @Motown song & rockin’ #Suspicions among us, strait shot’s 151.

Code too complex for a simple mind, calculus’ trigonometry & analytic, ancient philosophy

Above the sky that’s blue in the daytime, pitch-black spread-out coast to coast on the spin

Ask your mama for Truth, since your father’s either dead or just vanished upon a THC cloud

Life is what the hell it is, it knows the occult mystery of magicians, pretender’s holy shroud.

I won’t ever tell you I told you so, I didn’t tell you so, there was a secret to be kept, a promise

To the One who left Space’s matrix, y’all fell out of Earth’s spin, above, below, what to miss?

You’re not the ashen bones in the funeral pyre’s display, you ain’t in the undertaker’s casket

Where you are is better than a quart of formaldehyde replacement of the vampire’s biscuit.

Wings on my back, only one chosen to hang on to my invisible tail, she won’t ever let it go

Eventually we’ll be where we’ve always been, everywhere that a Big Bang can go, we blow

The function of mathematics cannot be denied, it originates with a point-to-point lineup

Then an imagination erasure of the space between the ears, within the skull & bone’s cup.

Runneth over due to an effulgence of I don’t know what, subatomic waste of rainbow trash

Hate & Love, imaginary fruits and vegetables from the plants & trees of liquid and gas hash

One more chance before you die and way before lying on your death bed’s ground of being

Movement animating all I need, transformation of Form & Matter, still a Star in Singh-Singh.

My father & mother told me to follow the leader until I figured out how to live in my own way

From the bootstrings in basic training to the fully vested retiree embedded in solid ground

We all live on it, some of us believe we don’t and we’re not responsible for the outcome day

Final judgement on your acts of good & evil’s commands, law-code well known rule to play.

Find out you’re mortal and your skin and bones will leave happiness behind in a 6-foot hole

Only if you’re fortunate, some get a body bag of bones, some nothing but Earth’s mink stole

Hot sun melts the tar upon the roof, your feet ain’t fireproof, so hot yo’ sandals wanna die

Under the boardwalk down by the sea, me & my baby on a blanket eatin’ a hot dog & fries.

You father, a man, loved a mother, yours or somebody else’s mama, disseminating the fool

From coast to coast and border to border, papa was a rolling stone wild with gravity’s cool

Chance and the free will to cause the effects that happen to darling couples, incubate an X

May be a Y combined code without intent, just lucky to become present, Gods live for Sex.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Freezember XXII^nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Appropriated via the Calculus of the Void function, jammed to @MarvinGaye #LetsGetItOn in a #Motown Top 100 Greatest Hits in a loop on youTube, link @ https://youtu.be/eYBS1WZeb9o }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

What Chew Talkin' 'Bout Willis? #SchematicMysteryOccultoEcon @KeanuReeves #TheMatrixMoves #JiveTalkin'

Supra Santa cheerleader

Now and then it occurs to me as it ought to occur to everyone past the age of reason

That this here and that there right in front of our eyes, that’s the light that blinds us all

Neither you nor I can do anything about it other than try to have friends before you die

It’s a lonely box of bones that has no chums or relatives to recollect the corpus dillecti.

Hey man, it’s not for any of us to judge, we’re lucky we’re on the planet for a NY minute

Kid you not about the nature of reality & illusions of immortality and reincarnate in fruit

Things themselves just like y’all, yourself as you are & always will be, a fallen apple pie

A germinated sack of coded star sunshine that comes & goes just liceity split, it’s no lie.

Simple as it is to comprehend the subjects and predicates as written, spoken words spin

At 78, 45 or 33 1/3 revolutions per minute of revolving spin under a diamond stylus’ din

You and I know that this means nothing to any but the anointed ones’ holy ghosts’ sign

Loaded, spinning the tires to the party, drinkin’ Christmas cheer nogg & burnin’ the pine.

To you and yours I offer my sincere hopelessness for the best 2025’s new year we ever had

No way to tell if I’m right or wrong until same time, same place next year so let’s get it on

Unsynchronized with the orbital trajectory of Earth’s animation in the middle of nowhere

Singing songs I rhyme & ride the tide to the shore on surfboards of hippies with long hair.

Psudowisdom for the know-it-alls, kiss @Bullwinkles & @Rockies mistletoe home of slaves

Bark of a coyote without skills to hunt & terminate road fowl too fast to catch speed of light

Fair to superior carnage of the things which require annihilation prior to Black Hole graves

Pulling every atom of Matter into Mistletoe Singularity without indulgence, yet a good fight.

There is no silent night for real, it happens when we’re sound asleep off or on a holy holiday

Jive talkin’ about the holy daze everybody loves to share with strangers and families of USA

Outside of America, it ain’t the same, unless you’re on a US Military base, need your people

Even if not invited to Christmas dinner & not given gifts from loved ones who expect 1 today.

It’s all for the Christ, the Savior of believers and non-believers alike, a safe place for agnostics

Popes, cardinals, bishops, monsignors and parish priests speak pig Latin for the atheists & Sics

You beat me to the mistletoe for a holly, jolly Christmas but I’ll take a kiss or two in full synch

Know it’s always going to be the same, hell is bent, it’s the best we will ever get, blink, blink!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi 12-21-MMXXIV Anno Domini at 333 PMPST

  (Santa hears you, bad girls rock!  Kicked this out of the Matrix while jammin’ to Xmas by @Mariah & amigos… compilation on youTube, link @ https://youtu.be/fRyhqobl0sk?si=g6YkyP1fm3Hb4FLN }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

DEATH:  NOTHING IS EVEYTHING, THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT.

END OF YEAR #POWERSTROKE #CommonGrounded #GoodGodHappyNewYear2025 @Eminem & #TwoTrailerParkGirls ... goin' 'round the outside!

I FOLLOW THE NEWS, SAME OLD BLUE, FLAT SHARPS

Gods were here and now they’re all gone and it’s the way it is now both above & below US

There’s no point to drawing a picture from one straight or crooked line that winds to a circle

This here, right this moment is all there is inside of your mind, other data has uplink-bleed

Creep up and down the corridors of the matrix maze you’ve appeared in, to star as a lead.

Once or more than a million times, I have related your mother to the poor lady seed pod

Throws up the babies to increase the monthly income from the powers that be you & me

Two or three (tree) more times and the end of all good times is all that’s left, you’re all in

Can’t become a dot when you’re a line or a two-dimensional shape of Pavlov’s Doge coin.

What I am is what you are, living matter that will not last the century’s causes of effects

Miraculous search has been abandoned for the mundane absence of malice to sexists

Plague kills the living to make room for the cleared palate, we’ve erased your memories

Slate to be or not to be, invasion or exile, either way you’re all gonna die, god-eye sees.

Woke can’t wake up, can’t fall asleep back into the sugar-baby coma for the colored Id

It’s the gamut from deep purple, ultra-violet to infrared & the bovine scat fed to every kid

On or off of Planet Earth, the leftover chit floats about the burning gas-balls of stardust

Incompetent as you know yourself, sensations show sensational & exaggerated disgust.

BBQ’d animal crackers assume animated cell-forms, DNA/RNA combos of fission fashion

Pinned to the pine trees you see from 8 miles high above pop rocks of atomic subdivision

Second city you emerge form a swam of Lake Michigan trolls & drones to retrieve big balls

Jesus’ quotes The Prophet, a frozen-stiff God’s sons of creation, Souls’ fall to welfare rolls.

I will what happens, all in front of my woke-face, persuasion of others is a misnomer’s spiff

I kicked you in the low-hangin’ fruit, the family jewels, hear screamin’ Angus of AC/DC, a riff

You know like I know once you’ve progressed beyond the mercy of the welfare department

Popstars pop out of the toaster with tart fruit, manna of champions from a Jetson’s toaster.

Force you into the round hole, you’re a square, four lines meeting the four points leftover ilk

As you know, nobody knows anything, sights & sounds of the stars we call Zeus’ kids’ milk

All the dead men & women who lived since the Power allowed evolved apes to get hell bent

Everyone would have been surprised by the mystery of struggling to survive a punishment.

Since the water has been evaporating out of the atmosphere due to the orbit’s wobbling

Soon the continents’ shores will increase the sight of the crags exposing Earth as asteroid

An accidental effect of the Big Bang is Life on Earth, there’s no other star in the universe

We are all there is, what you see in the black sky at night is the blanket over your fear-Void.

Enough will never be enough for the whole shebang, the rainbow trash is the fuel for Zeus

Humility within is exposed by jealousy of all fungal infections we call our elected, ewe puss

Monkey shines, pre and post your mother’s labor, father’s random-mix of the slippery slope

I ain’t gonna say this twice, if you listen & navigate the rest of your life story, it’ll be all dope.

Tiny and simple to huge and complex, a dot transforms into shapes of animated, aired acid

Came from sunshine’s photosynthetic modification of the thing itself, One pretentious Id

Before your conception, you can’t recall but there was either Fear & Love evolved to mutate

Egg & seminal fluid is It, what you are ain’t a god’s daughter or antihero son of a gun’s date.

Revoke & resign are not viable options, all you get is dead air, a body of work, piece of work

Fallen or just trippin’ on the formula retrieved from commandments on slate rock for a dork

That prehistoric modification of blind faith’s belief in Nothing absolute, First Cause antihero

Pals of Bad-Built-Bush-Body, degenerate savages are the progeny of our gods, I add to zero.

Comic books with funny jokes between punks and their animals, generate the mirth of gods

Laughing their invisible soul’s arses off, there’s reason for madness, I will cause extinction

I drank all of the leftover bowls of cereal cow milk and sugar, sweetened my cavity function

Pulled the rotten roots out of the maxilla & mandible with a shot of nonvaccine Nova Caine.

Ski & skate as a substitute for crawling, walking & sprinting, point A to B, a Clarkfever fizzer

If and only if the boredom will be too much to take, only then terminate DNA & RNA’s uplink

What will happen then, what will you do then when Scat hits the fan und spreads like butter

All recycled matter we call food, dedicated defecation, no drinks stay within, it’s all in sync.

POTUS’ toughness gets a blow to the noggin and goes into the power-stroke of the millennia

What I am is what I got between my ears, non-material mind of different strokes, what the…

Gods in the dams to keep the river waters from the melted snow atop the high lander peaks

Kids rock just has hard when it’s the softer and kinder rock of ages, prehistoric funky geeks.

Locomotion is mocking the revolving & orbiting pieces of dirty galaxies only dead heads see

Ate dogs, cats, cattle, horses, goats, pigs, sheep, snakes & live elves, all too humane to be

Off color ultraviolet waves turn into infrared frequencies that were never here or ever there

Spatial timing is everything, nothing is more important than that, avoiding extinction in fear.

Running the dozens, you’ll never even know, poets don’t even know it, no fate of protocol

With the leftover stardusted sand, the hydrogen & oxygen are artificially intelligent, like #aI

My father Al, artificially dreamt that a dream’d come true, it did, here I am, hereditary sloop

Deep Space is empty of wisdom & knowledge, goddess’ drones filling womb-cosmic-soup.

I have the trump to cancel-out your powerful acey-deucy high-balls, I will lay low to the end

Finale will eventually finalize a contract, signed on a dotted line and then logged in heaven

No fire and brimstone will annihilate the yuletide logs in the fireplace, placed Hell’s kitchen

Near a melting pot of every race, sexual menudo of 208 bones of a cultural collection of sin.

Amboy’s Dukes & girls into dead Folkes, terminated via age or accident, answer the phone

Pretention of naked-ape children who’ve graduated out a Universe’s university, mind-blown

Common ground keeping us down, all gravitational pull of the wobbling revolution, my orbit

Crowned and finally left grounded skull & bones, buried, burned, pulverized “Never Forget!”

Now you see it, then you don’t, emptiness inside of a deep hole, eating ducks, cats & @Doge

I’m your father & your mother’s father hence, you are what I am yet one of us is a cool rogue

Infinite periods between sentences download paragraphs’ phraseology, simple fools’ pools

Genes demented forms of liquids & gases turned solid, wasted dump of uneducated fools.

Bums and brutal junkies filling out forms for the games of hens & roosters, illegitimate eggs

Been what you’ve been, off of the throne when gods’ deaths’ go goo-goo doll, drag of dregs

I am nearly gone; I’m goin’ to a #GoGo with the smoke of @Smokey & shebang of a miracle

Force One, dead yet not gone, no more death & suffering, Hohoe Xmas, 2025’s Hell’s Bell.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Drafted during the #FinalShow of @Armstrong_Getty #ClipsOfTheYear @ @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650 #GitSome #ObviouslyNotJoeBiden while jammin’ later to @WARtheBand link # https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=5MnFZWWDx7x156at }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrazyAboutYouBaby #BlowinSmoke @SmokeyRobinsonUndTheMiracles #Doubleback @ZZTop #WalkYouToTheDoor #GimmeAKiss #AllThatsGood @MontyPythonAndTheHolyGrail

RODIN, RODAN & ROSEMARY CRUISIN’ TWITTERIN TO A-GOGO

Philosophical conundrum is on the table, no dessert today just a punch on the chin

Kicking me in the head now, I am woken from being awakened with a kick in the shin

Fine lines drawn from one point to another but after two points, it’s three to infinity

Zeroed in on your mother’s womb, where we all come from, where even you can see.

Glowing orb is not only this but it’s also that, no gods just stars’ dots of light, no Zeus

Sparks of the starlight called hot stuff, that’s all there is and there’s Nothing but Bruce

Scat in your guts & you can’t get this out of your blocked colon, concrete scat of blues

Punks murder themselves, greasers’ combed hair follicles into frequencies’ flat waves.

Power flows until The Final Ending, a finale worth waiting for the happy new year’s cheer

Sadness and disappointment come with love and the loss of It, there’s no need to fear

Superman & Underdog know the score, always beats losing, Winning, I’m Winning it all

No casino, dice game or cards’ Rummy for dummies, looking at cards to avoid lyin’ eyes.

Minds blown leave no chaffe and nobody recalls who or where they were, all mute points

From the first to the final dot in the matrix, solid waste in your holy belly rots all your joints

Killing the host won’t help the defendant dependents but the annihilation of missile’s TNT

Dynamite TNT is A1 birdie flu, you will get sick & die, facts of life, species has no way to see.

A foot in front of the other, step by step, inch by inch on the ground, 1 step up, 2 steps back

Don’t take a sure bet since nothing is certain in principle nor in reality, its in Santa’s ol’ sack

Presents under a Christ’s Cross, named Christmas Tree, every house in the Pope’s purview

Coast to coast on every piece of dry land, 7 continents and tops of mountains below Blue.

Bodies from one cell to the other looking for a Saint named Nick, Nicolas, Nickie or Claus

I blew the top off of Secrets of the shepherds are divulged, we’re the chaffe of a divine boss

Knowing a thing or two is impossible but it’s important to discover that you’re one of a few

Dreams I woke up from & regarded as trips of the ladies & germs they populate for the view.

In the pinch, there’s nowhere to go when your back’s up against the wall, just run away now

Don’t delay your returnit will never happen, go forward young woman, aft or off a ship’s bow

God’s blood isn’t red inside of the host, blue-purple deeply infused, iron ore of solar power

Everyone with the starlight within, that’s every life from virus to eagles, I’m in an ivory tower.

Words out of everyone’s pie hole caused the history of this wobbling world, Gods’ dirty job

Bodies fall like The Spirit & got this and that inside of your bowels, it deserves to be banned

Bringing your mother to your father’s funeral was a trip to die for, awesome God’s a hot blob

You know it, we all know but we forgot as if it’s never happened, no strike-out, I get fanned.

Three up & three down, innings of the outings end when the game’s over, I’m winning, loser

Roots underground to suck the Void’s power, can’t get higher than your skull’s top shelf hair

Long or short, nothing can stop the animation except a deep sleep you can’t awaken from

Guilty of being innocent constantly, my protocol is desire is to stay alive on crap of a bum.

High earners and low consumers fill the holy and sacred dirt with hope, faith & free charity

Love you and the things themselves, form & matter both are all there is, in a naked, big city

Money & the gold rocks it represents is a barter tool for the Haves & Have-Nots punt kicker

Be the Ball, shoot or pass it to win the game, you missed too many shots, give it up, loser.

You just woke up? It’s now getting real so wipe the sleep out of your eyelids, suck a pacifier

Sand in your skivvies and bikini bottoms, it’s time to go surfing at Big Sur, wet suit on Lucifer

A black veil on Life, death in finite reverse, I’m playin’ with my slinky & Hasbro chemistry set

Christmas of the 1960’s is not the Christmas of the 2020’s, don’t take my word for it, go Vet!

Homers hit by ringers who pretend to be lame ducks, a four banger works every time, cheer

Three up and three down, three outs on three pitches, three flies & you’re out, down a beer

No driving drunk, alcohol’s useful idiots help nature thin the herd, Merry Xmas’ blown mind

Fixed events from cause to effects, you’re here a minute then you’re gone, kill the stop sign.

So, count backward from a hot million, it’s how long you’ll probably live, maybe not divine

All too humanly humane, the homo erectus & habilis have become the Australopithecines

Longing time from Day One, yet here we are now & then, it’s the hot finale of the playground

All footsteps dead-stopped, golden silence aftereffects of one Divinity’s palette, OM sound.

Supernova it is, don’t ever forget, never, ever forget about the thing itself, where I come from

It’s cornbread & chicken after I get off of the Jersey Turnpike, got 18 wheels rollin’ to heaven

Finger lickin’ chicken birds that can’t fly, never could, eggs zygotes fried & BBQ’d them birds

Let’s get it on, you know where I’m comin’ from, you’ve been there sugar, it’s Love’s Words.

Truth & false statements make the world go around, I’m All full of it, fuels spinning wobbles

Beatin’ around a bush helps but Truth can’t be found that way, Earth ain’t a god, dam water

Dropped the ball, game tilted and it’s nearly all over, no freedom to choose immortal bones

My way is this way, I’m hitchin’ a ride, my GTO broke it’s speed rule, exceed a 100 MPG limit.

Blown mind between my ears, covered with the dead mane of inner growth, black to white

High or low, you need to go to school & learn to be good, bad & ugly, it’s a hot, survival fight

Bones stop, muscles atrophy, death blossoms in your heart & soul on the day after you die

Dragons pretend to be alive as you do, a mythological chimera, sons of Woman survive, Lie!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 12-19-2024 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Jammed while @MarvinGaye jammed #LetsGetItOn & #MOTOWN #HITS on YouTube in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/dlF7o5ArGDs?si=2NoycdRjHylsMfLP  & now I’m goin’ to #AGoGo with @SmokeyRobinson link @ https://youtu.be/7Hor2JdLPmA?si=T8jpFwdF8FBDzaJv } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereMyCountryGirlsAt? @LukeBryan @TraceAdkins & @Pitbull #ChristmasSongs & #BestOfSantana #ForChristsSake #ForTheLoveOfTheGods #MeinDeus #GodsDAM #AlogrhythmTHIS @Santana #WINNINGisEVERYTHING & #TheOnlyThing #snoopdogxmas @SnoopyXmas #HolyFamilia #JesusChristSUPERSTAR #Madonna #GwenStefani #MariahCarey

THIS IS NOT A TEST

DO NOT REPEAT

 AD INFINITUM, AMEN

I will go back and forth from the scene of my conception in the holy sanctum, mama

Inside of the outer space within the solar system, revolution around fireball spin spa

Reached out to touch our hands before you knew about it, it was all in my mind’s eye

Images moved between my ears, skullduggery on high without the buggery out the sky.

Hills gone down to the bottom, slid or tumbled down like Jack and Jill who knew better

Trained to be the humans who lasted forever without disease from viral bacteria batter

To be or not to be between the dots and lines drawn without traces, freedom ain’t free

We all force the power to yield for a moment to redirect the force within, bird & no bee.

Breathe It in the force of the star’s sunshine, a photosynthetic progeny of the green mama

With or without me, Time & Space goes on as above, so below, I just got lucky, ask my Pa

It’s the climax that counted, the injection of the code to survive, to remain a fit specimen

Bring your best game to the court-of-balls, round or spheroid shaped at random G-farcin’.

Hands off of my liquidity, I trade nothing and Nothing gets traded without my direct intent

Force of One, unmoved mover cannot allow trauma or emergency, power of One’s content

Atomic, molecular gold and lead transformation from burnt stardirt to All that’s left of Gods

Gold to go, Twitter to Tick-Tock, Facebooked bric-a-brac clarity Atlas’ gold, a deep state fog.

China and the chinaware they’ve left over from the TNT glass are Ends of a beginning scene

J.P. Morgan Chase rules us all, international link to the Void is eternally embedded divining

Fine lines ‘tween points in empty Void Space, creating illusions of walkie-talkie-movie flick

A to Z in alphabetical order, terminate stalkers of the innocent, disassembled all dive bars.

Began life as an error of the genome, no love in the intercourse, vile, violence & extinction

Evolution happens as well as an annihilation of a thing itself, what the fugue is Form, son?

Ruby Tuesday on the Saturday night I saw her last I knew I was gonna miss her forever too

Never psychic before or after that, One realization gave me pause, I rewound it like a fool.

Between the lines of the matrix’ dots, an empty form appears in a mindful cyber phantom

Big and small dots evolve into an amorphous blob of Nothingness backed by Golden cows

Worship invisible, unknown sagas about the vacant history that Is no more, when in Rome

All as above, so below, we’re within a high power but we’re the fuel It consumes & It blows.

Speak nothing about being alive and why you’ve been conceived or else you’ll be deceived

Holy ghosts come and go as if they were never here and now, someday it’ll be true, won’t be

Neither here nor there, in or out of Earth’s planetary atmosphere, Words matter to the Dead

Ash & bone fragments of DNA, holy pictures & prayers to a Void, highchair sitters eat bread.

Seminal ideas extinguished but there’s no other ideas leftover, hence, all you get is a scribe

Writing meaningless strings of alpha-beta-cappa rigmaroles for the babies to bottle imbibe

From mom’s nipples to the bartender’s spirits of the cripples, idiots, wimps & team scrubs

Can’t run a game on the champs, pretenders remain as they are, not good as nuclear subs.

Target bull’s eye ahead of you, shoot the arrow’s head into the sacred sanctum, a holy hole

In me to do what I do, no free choice in the program, it’s immutable, harnessed divinity soul

Pleasure & suffering within yourself until you’re sick to death & collapse into corpus dillecti

To gods who come after a climax, already set to go, to be One, ask One, Christ’s mass’ high.

My imagination is accurate since the data is uplinked into the matrix, easy to retrieve it all

Subjects & predicates fill books with original and regurgitated funky junk, I know we’ll Fall

Collapsed & out of breath, no more breathing in & out for the powers that be, old Pa & Ma

My friends, I celebrate their lives, existed & died to bring me here, to sign signals of the GA.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Zapped this out of the Zapmail leftovers from my FedEx pension, while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #GypsyMan & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0?si=DQtPs82j7xxNPdRR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CUT #TakeTwo #ThatsAWrap #DontAggravateYoMama #HookedOnPhonics #StereoPhonics #RunYoGame #FelixTheCat #FritzTheCat #DroneYoMama #DontDroneMeMankind #Nickelback #Nirvana #Homer

NOW THEN, gtf over it

Blows have been thrown & I parried the final ones before fools’ concocted rules

I kid you not, the weapons are disguised in the knots in the ropes with a noose

Nobody fits yet everyone gets fit, a neck snaps and the rest is History’s to lose

Whether you’ve violated the ethics or morals, it’s all the good & evil of fools.

Coming for your safe houses which are no longer a hide-out for all outlaw misfits

CoVid19 and your genetic DNA merge to malfunction, on the way, extinction chit

Dopamine for all, you get some and all of your people from mainland & sea isles

Before every atom of H2O evaporates, I’ve got something to say about UFO files.

Unidentified is a word used as if SOMEBODY doesn’t want EVERYBODY to know

That the name of the thing itself and the forms it has evolved into are low blows

Into the junk of the amorphous creator of the cosmic briolette POSs in final ends

Mighty mice & extinct forms of evolved dead air & stardirt, wet, funky Depends.

Scatological humor comes and then suddenly, the joke is on you, still it’s all funk

Refused to get efficient & slick as ice, broken down parts fall apart, cannot dunk

No draining threes back of the Three-Line, no short or long jumps or lay-up drills

It is all done gone, there’s no recourse to recoil for holy scat of Hell’s Bell’s shills.

We the people knew when we were zygotes in one dark womb, a holy sanctum

Respect for the blood, sweat & tears both before & after the facts of life’s scrum

In the game or injured on the sideline with body-mind annihilation, insane pain

Utter eclipse of whatever used to be lit, spacemen came back to Earth so insane.

Knowing what you have seen with your trained eyesight, it’s Top-Secret status

Row your boat gently down the stream or barge into the private Kracker dust

Either way at the mouth of the flow, the H2O gas is liquid stardust, shine it on

Spin Earth, stop when I die, carry on with All I’ll Never See Again, RIP My Man.

Fight for rights, live and die with or without them, just chimera fictions, I sigh

Hills and mountains all eight miles higher than sea level, top of the Rocky Fly

On the wall, as above, so below, wings move, legs to rub, bull’s scat to die for

I got everyone using lips on my hindsight, ALL my best friends, RIP TRIP door.

Dream is over, woke, awake, divine & mundane consciousness merge at One

Nothing inside the atoms and nothing outside of the Cosmic Menudo of Fun

Living, eating the living once dead & dying at the end of it all, birth to death

Recollection that you’re asleep in a lucid dream state is forgotten, last breath.

Again, no more than before, It is all of it, sounds of fury signifying dark holes

In the center of the vortex, silence of the center of zero, kills all of the Broze

Inoculated yet there’s The Way you’ll expire, deep-sleep dream, not #Woke

Wake or not, those left behind forget you are rotting in a box, karma broke.

Paid back the infractions’ fines and fees, I am solvent, a dead-even grim reap

Neither good nor evil on my list for the function of happiness & a deep sleep

Dreaming that star-sun shines, grows food ala seeds, plants & animals to feed

No malfunction when death calls, all night & day, doctoral immersion in greed.

Infinite line from point to point, add another for the triangle of gold for squares

Corners cut, created out of nothing but a line from One dot to another, a matrix

Squares, rectangles, pentangles, hexagrams of the Fire & Ice’s leftover big bangs

After you’re dead & gone, soul/spirit is invisible to consciousness, roadkill fangs.

Always hip to be a square but there’s no denial that if you’re not hip, you’re scat

Out of all the men, boys, women & girls, everyone was a baby, skinless yet so fat

Talking LSD acid in an invisible holder, all too human future’s evolved X-code set

Justice is indeed a green ham sandwich, all in fat cows & pigs, tisquet-a-tasquet.

Fear of getting Nothing but dead air when Life is over, that will cause the pain

Unforgiven facts of life, blind faith in Eden’s garden state, this scat’s forever day

All we can do is wake up #Woke, after a deep sleep, let dream fade to dark away

Nevermore to be told in a tale, scratched from memory, our God was insane.

by

r j j  stephan, I  {Ayn!  Is that You?}

c.  Dimanche, 12-15-2024 Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drafted without a little help from my friends while listenin’ to @JoeCocker #GetHighWithALittleHelpFromMyFriends on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eXV4WyQMHFM?si=7eC7jEvr57KVB2ov }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?