#BrokenHaloween

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FOOL ME MORE THAN ONCE, I AM A RIDDLED JOKER

There has always been an Earth spinning & wobbling around the ecliptic, forever & ever

My life began as a conception in my mother’s womb, many thanks to the paternal orgy

Turned into the name of the best burger joint in the USA, in the whole world, @InAndOut

Expert in placing the said morsel inside of my pie hole without any god’s damned doubt.

Inside of your head is your fertile mind without a clue, it’s not free choice, it’s embedded

Deep, sequential presentation of all gas, liquid & solidified beyond expectation, that said

Filed and whittled away to shape the form into an exquisite piece of work, gold standard

Silver works too but then there’s Lead, just a few electrons away from the gnostic card.

Aces and Eights are the cards spinning around inside of your tiny skull, winning the game

Matter and formed shapes of animated beings from virus to Bigfoot, Yeti & all too human

Fake societies & cultures built in isolation of the Big Bang, an unknown flipped a blind tip

Truth is, nothing exists somewhere, no place in Space accommodates Time’s battleship.

Sat back to be entertained by the sound comin’ from the recorded treble & bass of noise

White Noise or the other type, Black & Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, fearing deep purple toys

Injected until the junk got rejected by the host of the most terrible and terrifying old boys

Around for longer than they should have been, they ain’t food & would not exhibit poise.

Scale up or down from the original because you can, I can, we can, they can, all can-can

To the rhythm and syncopated beats of the ups and downs on the scale of Do, Re, Mi, man

Hits or not, the world has it laid down, if you hear it & it’s for you, you will know it’s true or

Mistakes and illusions interject their quality into the mix, providing no win-win for failure.

Value of Nothing for everything is obvious if you have no blind faith in the occult, unseen

Know it all gave you the slip, left all the questions for you to ask, dreamin’ what has been

Ancestors and descendants with the same fate as y’all & my little ol’ form post-mortem

Dust to dust, began as it will terminate, Standing, Legend, candle flame got cold, I’m out!

Supreme fake notion of divinity and creation from Nothing but The Void’s love-neutrinos

It’s unconditional as an argument that assumes the truth of premises without analysis

Around a bend, it was & will always be, conceptual mythology’s situational awareness

Reason, backdraft weapon-tool, reminds One & the Many that this Life is all that blows.

Bright supernova or imploded singularity’s shadow, either way or both, notwithstanding

I can see the imagery in the fog of war, dead & gone heroes and villains, left us this thing

All we can remember is how our family treated us, all good, bad and ugly trips y’all send

Backflipped off of the high-dive into 16 feet of clear water in an aqua-stained deep end.

Fruits from the trees in the garden of Eden, we ate them all, apples, peaches & pears

Cherries and plums and watermelons sprouting up from the holy ground’s high charge

Awaiting the weekend for the people who can’t see the forest through the spruce trees

Harkened those who gave me a helping hand but they’ve died of boredom imagination.

All had mamas & papas, had instruction in psychic reading, ways & means of a US flag

Nothing more nor less than all your Time in Space, at your will together in my saddlebag

Magic spells or pure serendipity, either say the Wishes are my commands, blue smoke

Appearance of the thing itself, your inner self in stormy weather, chokin’ smoke of a hag.

I was sixteen & seventeen wreckin’ my papas family transportation, stopped playin’ ball

It was a transition of the breath blown even into hyperventilation, hook was trippin’ to fall

Fun with the young ladies I figured for certain with a US Air Force uniform, khakis or blues

Jerks with rednecks and old-school gangland style tactics, useful for wars between peace.

Think outside of the cube’s surface, at once and in each and every case, suspend judges

Supreme down to the circuit and without prejudice, city, county & state in their own right

Knowledge and the wisdom to wield it at the right time, Golden Rule laid down to a score

Began with a Big Bang & will end in an inaudible whisper, as a sanctified-crucified whore.

Neither right nor wrong, either bad as evil or good as the best of the most beautiful face

Once or twice if you’re one of the lucky ones on one of these continents, as we drift away

We warped magnetic poles where nothing but UFO’s can go in & out, like a drive-in movie

Not frightened to fight the battles with sticks & stones, I’ll go out kickin’ & screamin’, see?

Sexual healing may or may not work for everyone, but it was designed by the random mix

It’s fine that you think that you’re mine & that’s good for me, good for you, we got the licks

Awaiting A-Z alphabet soup to become a best thing since sliced bread, wheat, white or rye

Hall of mirrors prevent the narrow way to be exposed to the uninitiated substitute on high.

Once preparation has been achieved, follow the tracks of my tears to the place I will be

Deep, I’m down where I know I remain in solitary, confined when it takes two, me and you

So lowdown because it’s karmic recompense, inevitable, another war between One state

Only human men and women futility under pressure absolves us from guilt of free will bait.

I screamed at birth, I can’t recall though, could have been stillborn, gone back to the soup

Cosmic plethora full of atomic matter to keep Life animated & onto eternity’s infinite loop

Hello and goodbye to all who hear & know what that means, sunshine in Maui’s pocololo

Caught up with runners before the finish line, passed the line first, no photofinishing glow.

Listing of the listeners for the masters facilitates in communication killin’ the word, it’s God

Sound of The Word is the magic that princesses who become queen covet like a ’57 hotrod

Back seats a safe place to hug and cuddle with the honey bunch at the drive-in for 10 bucks

Arby’s beefs & fries masticated in front seat, drinkin’ a coke, puff Kools, down #Headducks.

Look over your shoulder baby, if you die, look over your left wing while you fly up to the sky

Call my name, remember it well, you just whistle, put your lips together and let it all blow

Real things all set up for the fall, nothing you nor I can do about it, Fate & random chaos’ It

Perceive and receive, will to power is no fantasy in reality, it comes around has got to split.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, June XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted in one ear with #hits & THE OTHER wide open to #MOTOWN hits @ https://youtu.be/wNQoERjZGis?si=pIOEVsOZDjMJS8mG }

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