#DontSwallow #JustDont #CarlosCastenada #JourneyToIxtland #KneeJerkResponse #JeffDunham

A FIN WILL FETCH A DOUBLE SAWBUCK

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If I haven’t told you this before, it means that I thought you’d think I was cuckoo crazy, a conman
So, then even if you don’t love me anymore, I yearn for the tenderness I can never get from a fan
I thought about everything you’ve ever said about everything, I conclude you’ve come & be gone
Before the blink of an eye, an overnight scatter of things that don’t matter all come together, son.

Dancin’ to the rock and roll or waltzing between polkas and foxtrots, got an Astaire look-a-like on
Feared no spins or jumps, swung around and around until the partner quit tryin’ to have some fun
Hustled for the headliner’s billing, star of the show payday, people came & now they’re all gone
I put it behind me as you should too, before it all eats you up inside, forgiveness is my ring tone.

Alumni of my alma mater increase the minds’ eyes’ killer instinct insight into the end game, buster
Nothing personal, just a comprehensive, objective analysis of every bit of suave I can ever muster
Hearts, minds & rubber souls gave it all & then some, at the alpha-omega, hind end of Maria & Juan
The Don Juan of Monterey Bay, south to Big Sur’s waves of the ghost surfer, an alien of the cosmos.

During the typhoon of 2025 I saw the light of having nothing but bad luck all your life, no surprises
That’s the gift I was expecting from my dead kin, if there was any chance for help from above below
Scat melody at any octave to get the combination to a secret combo, unlock the chit of a good fight
No disrespect to anyone alive or yet to be born but you all will die for Nothing, blinded by the light.

Sweeping thoughts that fell above the underground, bodies died, boys, girls, women, all too humane
From the A-bombs yes, the weapons of mass destruction, still here after all these years, ready to go
It ain’t my trip man, my mother & father taught me morality and ethics, I know the rights & wrong
Friends & friendly enemies are all the useful idiots, singin’ to themselves & all homo erectus’ songs.

Simple to be complex for the idiots & morons to conclude with induced deductions, a high assumption
Of the mighty mice who escape the trap of injured pride in imaginary thought that only godsons die
Oh, come on man, the Truth ain’t ever false, begin with proposition’s logic, jump to invalid conclusions
Think, either a seed or an egg, random collision in space, evolution from mitotic One who got too high.

There are a few things in life you shouldn’t pass on, I found all few of them, I passed with high chi
Yet there was something about that feeling of danger I missed, always being safe & sound old me
Hey man, I can’t change, I’m too damn old to change the heart of these matters, I got wing fliers
I’m clear & ready to roll to immortal finality, underground, into the stars from the smokey fires.

Even if y’all don’t love me anymore, it’s no big deal, the heart of the matter is anger eats hearts
So love and never hate is my only advice, from one who did both and love was better than pharts
From the seeds and stems that you don’t need, the flowers bloom and the leaf chlorophyll bites
Sight and sounds of the things in front of your face mutate into the experiment of TNT dynamite.

Middle of the road, narrow path as it is cannot allow anything far left or far right, it’s survival skill
In the haste to be successful, I forgot I was gonna die, all the while attending wakes and a funeral
Last but not least, even orphans die & no kin comes to their end except angels who got a bit funny
Earth apparently spins and wobbles in a perpetual, immovable place around the star called Sonny.

Mama mia & your own mother were both ilk of the same cloth, nobody told ‘em the Truth about Life
Perpetually meaninglessness as a reward for obedience to the law of the garden’s Tree of Evil strife
Thanks to the creator of the universe of galaxies that run amuck during my journey to Ixilan & Cielo
Tripped over the line’s twilight zone and what was became compressed & turned into a fatal blow.

Life with or without the air to breathe is all there is, you can’t Live without a body, ain’t no soul
Nothing rises from the dead, no Lazarus wasn’t an actual man alive on Earth, it’s a myth of a fool
Whomever waits to die before you get the value of Life on Earth, misses the mark, I ain’t the one
You’ll get lucky if you read this Truth, glad you found out before it was too late, love you my Son!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi 2-24-2024 Anno Domini @ 333 PMMST

{ Drafted the #IDEA, the #ThingItself after returning  from the Pacific Ocean, Monterey Bay with my One & Only One while bleeding out the Word to some @DonHenley #TheHeartOfTheMatter link @ https://youtu.be/rRrT37ruAtE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BojackHorsemanBestQuips #BugsDaffy #GuffawsGalore #PinkPigs #RogerWaters

PORK INSIDE JOB, FREE BEES IN A TROJAN HORSE

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Course correction on the plan, mutations exist to avoid extinction of the One that matters
Spark of the sunlight or its reflection in the black mirror everywhere in sight, gods or hers
Monkey-types aping the mimicking face and hands from infancy to elder, fading genomes
Into the cosmic dust without any memory of this happening at all, ever, I wrote the tomes.

Lost Angie is the word used by the illiterate, non-Anglo lucky rats from row boats & bust jets
For once in the life of the bad boys, they are on a mission to infiltrate the boss of the TV sets
‘merika, shout of an illiterate yet intense corpse waiting to happen coast to coast, sea to sea
Think, a healthy body being invaded by germs, bacterial & viral long defeated by you & me.

To annihilate the species if you’re an alien from another place in Space or Time, it’s precedent
Check the Cro-Magnon man & all you can hope for is no pain or suffering on a hardwood cross
You nailed it and pounded the iron deep through the skin & bone, bleeding out the red wound
Fort around you & the last of all species’ ashes, your skin & bones all gone, Cosmic Dust IS boss.

Pawns defending the castle, obedient to queens’ kings, bishops, knights & the rooks’ final ends
Keeping the fictional real, creating something from nothing as if it’s impossible to violate men’s
Superegos and drums being beaten by their eight fingers and two thumbs, feet metatarsals too
Cymbals symbolic of the gongs rung by bells’ bangs to remind you that this here is stuck in glue.

Random collision of matter caused the Love & Hate, attraction and deflection of two heartbeats
As One, you can’t hear the separate thumps, until the end, beats remain at the same rate feats
Marvel at what you see and hear, smell & taste it all, feel the power of sunshine in & out of Time
Good & bad ones count as better than the alternative, annihilation & obliteration on a thin Dime.

You don’t know like I know, I’m guessing you think I’m probably right about that, you got that right
As the old @Skynyrd reminded me when I was at the Jug, cuttin’ the rug with the Tequilla bar fight
It was over after colored glass bottles & mirrors got destroyed, impaired how I imbibe, death afoot
Far from here over there, past times rung bells in hope of avoiding death, got stabbed, shot, caput.

Fair enough that we don’t know the final gasp of your breath before rigor mortis sets in, bon Iran
If you knew you’d die right then, it’d kill you to see The End before it’s Time, be One all day today
Let Nothing at all sway your attention from the fact of life, you’re gonna die 'fore you know it, I say
You know I’m right, knew it at sixteen & you’ll live to be grandfather of Space, a BoJack Horseman!

Mother and father, the parents of the sons and daughters of the maladjusted gender neutral
Extinction is on the way this way, it’s a one-way street to the end of Time, blown nose in hell
I have an answer for the problem, whichever one is presented, sever the fat head, it will stop
Apes die & corpse stank is not beauty on the beast, it’s what needs to be buried 6 feet deep.

Lights out for you & I eventually, enjoy this ride man and woman, whether I know you or not
It’s the Way, stay right up the middle path & never look back to second guess yourself, no shot
Can enter your skin and bone, superman without kryptonite is my fitness to survive a dream
A solipsism of gargantuan proportions, spouting off overlords’ commands, DNA’s whip cream.

Fins, hands, feet, wings all being the invention of an unmoved mover who left us home, all alone
Nothing’s personal, didn’t know that divine trash would somehow become the rage of the stone
Spinning, wobbling around an infinite revolution, bad guys' long hair ruin the dirty has-been
Boys & girls used logic & reason, Zombie to Nazi, system failure caused 2024 A.D. extinction.

Pitch the ball, hike the ball or just do something with the ball, it needs a homer or touchdown
It’s holy & invisible, can’t die because it’s not alive, never was alive, it is immortal, indivisible
We’re not responsible for this star’s burnin’ up & warmin’ up hydrogen & oxygen out of sight
Periods, eras, millennia of counter-revolutions of Earth’s mass fling a past & a future into a byte.

Awareness that consciousness is a temporary state of being is a phenomenal Truth worth Gold
No need for digits hiding the value you’ve compiled but the gold backup is unavailable as sold
All invested in the stockyards and money markets, I’ve got people for the tasks to be well done
Excellence is my aim from all first steps out of bed every morning, mortal sin's love, son oh son.

Trip isn’t only the whole shebang you’ve experienced in your personal life is mostly forgotten
You & I can recollect something but not everything that happened every day we’ve been alive
On the replay of the unrepeatable, it’s matter and form without substance, shills are begotten
Anger won’t assist in the engagement lest you’ve lost control, confidence wanes, slackers Jive.

First and foremost, at the top of the heap, immortals revered without any proof of divine life
Evolution of DNA spontaneously combusted by solar radiation, seeded phantasmagorical wife
Goddess Earth, place of the Virgin in the cosmic soup from One, fine point of view’s deep end
As you are, we all are, as above, so below, preconceived One & all, on an acid trip’s bitter end.

Repeat ad infinitum, nothing’s free, meaning everything has a variable price, supplies & demand
Serious about being happy that I’m breathing air, functioning without an existential rubber band
Wealth beyond gold, beyond war, not in your skin & bones your kin had named your prune face
On Broadway or in Studio City, the action is the function in petticoat junction, leather and lace.

High 2024 just in the door, a random score of years since zero, “0” not present in the AD’s BC’s
Invisible signs unseen by blinded eyes that can’t see infrared or UV shape the nature of realities
Your own, mine & everyone else’s reality are sacrosanct sacraments singular to ‘only’ your soul
Heart beating until it ceases, the hammer comes down, like it or not, fall down in a black hole!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 2-20=2024 Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

All In ONE BIG BANG Black Hole Dead End Zone Le Claire Avenue & Chicago Boulevard #GuildOfMorons

BORN MY DADDY’S GODSON

save  our ship

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Feeling a jive-ass tingle before the flight or fight, drunk on jiggers’ Schnapps 40 shots
Kidding about nothing anymore, the Life used to be an inside joke on the idiot robots
Now, we’re the early birds who caught the worms & used them to snag the dead fish
In search of a miraculous end, you get what you see, it’s all you put in the deep dish.

Now then, my papa’s son was just the one the job called for, need 5 bucks for gas
Pops made the loan I never repaid, now and then, I tend bar & shock the monkey
Periods bleeding in and out of the eras and millennia as if it means more than nil
Cause and effects comin’ out of nowhere, black hole Singularity malfunction shill.

All I am, is what y’all are, paid or in arrears to the bottom line, cracked up to the nuts
Just you & me workin’ into the second best, next to the one and only, powers that be
Tapes rollin’ man, you’re gonna squeeze the three minutes into 3 & a half out the door
I don’t know WTF you mean, I scooted, crawled, climbed the curtains, fell upon a floor.

Sometimes, you pull #GovtMule roamin’ dirty territory, pullin’ black sheep wool tides
Out of the pockets of your jeans and into my own, melodious hyper-percussion & steel
Drunk what the drinkin’ kiddies drank, lost all my silver and gold in the casino darkness
Bag full of silver and gold, ready to transfer the load to the empty, deep pockets of This.

Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s always too early when it’s too late, man oh man
All of y’all know exactly where I’m comin’ from, out of the blue into the black & white land
Nothing is colored TV, colored people and colored plants and colored animals, all colored so
On the run or just hidin’ out with all of my stuff so nobody knows where to get it, all @J-lo’s.

Fly girl in the middle of nowhere just steppin’ the heels and toes, knockin’ the knees & heads
Creating something out of nothing perceivable, a miracle egg in the womb of species’ ‘dreads’
Beans, bullets & Truth’s Bible, Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett & Daniel Boone made this here for us
Cream of a crop you have & share with aliens of planets created for Nothing, black sheep God.

Right of the left, a blunt point of the joint just to the right of the left had corner of the room
Shiftin’ back yo my papa’s son and mama’s sisters’ daughters of the worm-squirming groom
Quartz mushed from the gravitational pull of the star-core, all the Earth has to spin, it’s free
In a wobbling circular jerk of confused tourists just off of the plane, train, plane or model T.

Bent outta shape, meaning something different than getting bent, either way all acute angles
In a triangular square, hexagonal-shaped lines surround absolutely nothing, Gig full of whirls
Of being this 208-bone bag, trained by survivors of the strongest bodies to ever be, I’m at One
Always with me, always with you, the beats and rhythm frees the rhyme stream of pretty girls.

Sunk deep down into the drink, One sea at some point allows no land to be seen, Zero’s sign
Keeper of secrets, you’ve got three minutes and some chump change to create the overprice
Of the mice and the other vermin, you can wait for the trash and garbage to blow in the wine
To get inebriated like the drunken fools who fouled up the system of perfection, rolled 2 dice.

We moved then we died and bumped skull on the blacktop, layin’ down the chopper to gods
Wasn’t my intention to meet the maker of tar and feathers, mean and nasty to the divine buds
Smoked ‘em all one at a time as if there was no tomorrow or even yesterday, forgot about it all
Moods blue, turnin’ ultraviolet to muddy black grit-grime, superfluous Adam & Eve had a bawl.

Historical hysteria completes the circle of fools pretending to know what it is, ignoring the Jizz
Without which nobody comes or goes, it’s all about the fortune of being Godzilla’s daddio whiz
Made of celluloid, looking mean & ugly, a dream within a dream’s fake terror, tattoo papa’s son
You know black sheep have bags of silver & gold, a hole in the pocket lets the dead git begone.

Margin between the mule kickin’ in the stall & the glue factory meltdown, life’s one long spat
Peace with wind blowin’ your smile into the back of your skull, apes steal one another’s chit
You need backup if you’re not a black-belt martial artist with a sheriff’s badge pinned upon it
Irish or not, lucky to be here & now, huff & puff another skin-scratch of red & blue ink, lips tat.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 2-18-2024 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Common Ground mint jammin’ to @GovtMule in an infinite loop of #JustGotPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cFLhMCiI4_w?si=-LgYKrHDI9pDTvJD }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?