Carcass BBQ For The Brothers From Other Mothers & Sisters #Cheech #Chong #BoogieWoogieChooChooTRAIN

cast aspersions, name’s phil herup

Fill’er up your 1 ounce brain with potential fodder for the process of elimination

Written words are spoken after it’s thought, origin of species is of the men & mice
Killed the performance of the millennium just for kicks, schtick is original as sin
Computer in hand, plugged into cadmium’s free radical of the political, social skin.

I’m not the one to talk, but since this is writing, I’m one to speak the word of one man
Neither the good, a bad or ugliest of them all, in my own mind, I’m the One’s only one
Anyone else wouldn’t be able to handle the Truth, incredible like all prefabricated scat
Spirit you blow into a ferocious substance that crawled out of the muck & mire of shat.

Holy families don’t exist on planet Earth, fallibility is not an option for the pope nor I
In the end of the beginning is the creator of the dream, alone & asleep in a cloud bed
Above or below, a song remains the same, not a lead zeppelin but that’s all she wrote
Da bears out the windy city or jets out the big apple’s core, final score’s point is moot.

Dream within a poor dream, it’s squared and then cubed for chits and giggles for sure
Certainty is that uncertainty is the principle you cannot deny, knowledge is impossible
It is for me to know & you to psycho-analyze your formation, your opinion deductions
Always look at the cell @11:11, twenty-four seven happens without you too, my sons.

Daughters and your mothers just like your sisters and a hundred grandmothers agree
It’s all about you now until you can’t breathe with or without a soul or black belt degree
Treat or the tricks of the trade are the remarkable cause of life itself, mitotic divisional
What you are from an original sinner in a garden of Gotham or Eden, God’s hadron cell.

Scared of you & your mother’s sister’s granddaughters because of all their good ol’ folks
And you know the difference between a nightmare & a daydream, you gotta be so woke
To know what wisdom is all you need to know, only you know it or not, roll the die hole
Stress kills peace of mind you need to survive in health & wellness, a career advise her.

Get far away from me before you fall down and hit your head, you’ll be consumed in fire
Things matter as Earth does, molecular structured hard atoms atop the funeral’s hot pyre
There is a bridge too far to cross for any human but the divine can traverse it momentarily
Y’all know it well, you’ve assumed too much yet remain insane in the 2nd City, my pretty.

Milkshake of bottles of bourbon when the earth quaked a moment ago, only a shot is left
For my benefit and six cracked-up eggs in the crate, life itself is the luck of a random draw
Begin with political science and the wet dream of life without any debt, gold calf of straw
On the right with the maggots who hung with the lord of the flies, spirit loves a third shift.

On the QT system of beauties and beasts humans balk at the finale before the end of Time
Not only but also this here and that there, singing a ballad in harmony with One’s hard dime
You must be in good condition to analyze a discombobulated myriad of entrails out of God
Spiders in or out of maniac men, bats out of Woman, saga has a finale, my vetted hotrod.

Now then, whispering sooner or later won’t help the impossible become possible, a slave
From start to finish, an amalgam of serene laughter in a den of iniquity or any cat’s house
Baby has no idea what the elder human will uncover in the name of Science, a bat’s cave
Pronto or in the nightmare’s due time, the product hurts nobody but the dirty, rotten louse.

Basement door’s locked and I can’t open it without knowing the combination to the lock
Are you crazy or what? Whatever is holy cannot be the scatological return to Malibu beach
Where my soul goes between Big Sur and Monterey, southern Cal by Santa Monica’s muse
She won’t leave the beachies alone, it’s not my fault but my obligation to be the outreach.

Demonic saints all dead a long time ago, postmortem when blood doesn’t flow #In&Out
Between head to the toes, the heart pumps it with the pressure of the Love within doubt
Dreaming about gods lying to the dead guys who left the orally written words, insanity fur
You know and I know the reason for everything that exists in reality as we know it, LSD blur.

Quicksilver and the lead you transmuted to pure gold, via the theft of secrets of occult ilk
Masquerading as the chosen of the creator of Man & Man’s all too human world, coco milk
Hair of the dog cannot stand on end when the pate is shaved & shined, nails painted fuscia
Sunsetting mothers’ graves that lie six feet underground embalmed or wishbone in an urn.

Band of rock has a visual aid for the faint of heart, armed & dangerous for the self-defense
Scrapes scratched deep wounds into lucid dreams you can’t recollect, I’ll inject the venom
Poisonous asps in a snake pit giving snakebites to one another’s two eyeballs & goat skulls
Doppelganger on the run, look into the fractured mirror, cracked & stained rosy pink petals.

Dreary night after you discover that you’re a moron and always have been an idiot, for real
Part your long hair down the middle for your long stay in the blue platinum quicksilver seal
Keep your timing in a Ball jar like any other fabulous concoction of liquid sea gram for me
Any time you want to feed the monster to let it suck on your teat, rock-a-by my baby, free.

As something is like nothing you’ve ever dreamed of on Earth, you’ll never know terrorisms
For nothing has no reason, it’s nothing that you can subjectivize or objectivize my old sonny
Common knowledge innate within the genome has everything in chemical codex, harmony
Hater of love for pyramids’ salutes to king of kings, 1st God of sedition, straight up treasons.

What I am, hated the dream when it ended but only because I thought it was reality, I think
Hitting the whole shebang like I aimed my arrow dead at the target’s bull’s eye, scat stank
Misty tears cloud my insight, but it still is as clear as daytime in the fog of war, it’s Showbiz
Fill the head up with the scat you’ve been eating and drinking, it’ll all come out in the ends.

Aftereffects of the naked apes playin’ games without knowing all the rules of love’s chaos
Sudden impact on an egg in the womb’s room, you find Nothing more than an empty blouse
Whine about your stupid little gold man you didn’t get, you’re an inch away from being afoot
How you got here & why you’re here & now is the most important fact of life to know about.

Whitefish in the sea for the old man or his younger woman fan, appeared out of nowhere
Specialty you’ve operated on for years & years is born and become still, dying of darkness
Fire first then ice cold, empty deadness’ opportunity knocking with a joke about idiotic chit
Harmony & discord accomplish everything from Big Bang to our own particular Singularity.

Myriad of smoke and mirrors available for lease, infinity & the void of the Black Hole are in
Holy ghosts and the rest of the malarkey being swallowed by fish, hook, line & sinker within
They are supernatural and they know it, one thing for certain, it’s stuck on repeat forever too
Cool, I’m smooth and copacetic, Mona Lisa and Cleopatra following me, I am psycho-blue.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, June XXVIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST
{ Sucked out of the holes I’ve inherited from the genome while jammin’ to the tune #WhereTheCountryGirlzAt? Link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=JAXzXiwgg1sNtyb5 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#KeepThemSeparated #YouGotTo #GladYouHaveNoBravado

FIRST LADY WOULDN'T THROW MATE UNDER A BUS

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Bleach in your arm would kill the virus?  Are you out of your ever-lovin' mind, ship of fools' make-up

Regardless of your sidestepping on stepping stones in the halls of freaks of nature, brothers n' sisters

Content is rollin' from the bottom to the top, like cream rising from the dregs of the basement's shop

Bottles of wine are all empty, drank all the Boone's' Farm & Spinada right out the bottle, I got jitters.

I didn't even spill any wine, drank every drop from my grandfather's wine cellar in 'Chi' on Ohio Street

I played baseball and basketball and football either baked or inebriated on some type of enhancements

Tried to pump up the muscles 'til the rips & tears of the meniscus and then it was off of my feet to pay

Longer than a short time but not as short as you'd want it, it was like orbiting Earth forever & a day.

On the cuff I've got a link, 18 of the cuffs for the 9-hole link at the club, I am a member of a Guild

You may not have heard of them, all of us are undercover lovers of the Truth, raw & occult filled

Bibles, books, beans and big brother funneling us into the tunnel, roller coaster cannot terminate

To the end after about 25 thrilling climbs, deep falls from 100's of feet above the tarmac, 1st date.

It was all over for me, the one I should have coupled with moved on to repopulate Earth with 8 kids

None of them mine, all of them, three different fathers, the 1st two died while on their fireman jobs

Firefighters so brave, they rush into danger ahead as if it's the only way to work for love of money

Wooden boards planed from the logs of the redwoods and my love for the forest of an empty city.

Perfectly off kilter as it should be, fighting the power until it gives up the push and the shove

Every spin & wobble of Earth in every town across all 7 continents, keeps gravity up above

The molten core of the planet leaves you with no other choice than to assume Earth's breath

It does what it does and we're passengers at the mercy of the odds that I'm needed for death.

Leftists of the Far Right have infiltrated the rank & file of the clowns, junkies & relatives

Distant cousins and close strangers you've seen & touched in their nakedness, bones within

Make the deal, it's an art and only the losers don't get it, they repeat ad infinitum, mortal sin

Mortal meaning the "Living" skin & bones, free will, nerves, mental thoughts of divine lives.

Baptized with water, if Earth was dry, we wouldn't have come to be that way, spit, but why

Knowing what I know means I really don't know what I thought I knew which is nothing, sigh

Killed the dead guys and brought them back to life like Frankenstein, you moron!  It's an idiot

Bastards deleted the load, it's not saved, it's lost in space, you're many too late, you're a robot!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 6-28-2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{  Tricked this out of the universe while jammin' to @WARtheBand #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=ckDvu7lJ8d51txbY }

 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#KLINGINGtoPOWER

#BlackPaint #BluesDark #DroneFromBATz

BIRD DOGS & PEANUT STEW 

Covid-19 bat blue

Only you and I know the reason for the fiasco appearing before our very myopic eyes
Seeing, so is believing, blind faith before your very eyes, visionary missionary of flies
Where we maggotize out of this world to our bare skull and bones, imaginary nirvana
Paradise that your body won’t feel, taste, smell or hear, a whole lotta love for Joanna.

Pork is the pig’s meat, nothin’ fancy, an animal sloppin’ in mud, begettin’ piglet runts
Meet the phantom ghost that matches your smoke & mirrors, an empty null set sons
Below the 2nd floor is the flat that nobody wants to rent, except me, all a safe house
Ace in the hole I’ll go in the pinch when I’m exiled by the fury of the red horde plows.

Atop the anthill among the hot mothers and cool progenitors remains a real good girl
All alone without a clue about the situational awareness required for survival’s whirl
Heinous crimes against the brothers and sisters from other mothers, a dragnet trip
Fencing in the immoral boys and girls who know nothing about the eternal worship.

You and the rest of your friends and family don’t know you like I do, only you know
Offering nothing, expecting nothing, receiving nothing much of anything, it’s slow
Time clicks forward to the last time you’re gonna get a chance to gasp deeply in
Syncopation with the world’s zeitgeist that can’t be sucked, a Singularity love sin.

Balls thrown, bounced, caught, shot, blocked, kicked, slapshot to a sudden death
To be or not to be a champion all you have is the luck of the puck or ball, a bounce
Goes up and down until it’s too late to leave, last call for alcohol, goin’ to my place
Prove it all night in or out of the bedspread, sing & dance for all it's worth, my face.

This here horizon right over yonder beyond the hills of brothers’ & father’s demigod
Built it inside of the manger where a virgin is allowed to put a baby to save all worlds
Outcome of Evil & Live spelled either way, an act or at best a labor of love, cold hotrod
Egad, as they used to say, way back when, back in the day, you’ve got beautiful curls.

Not only livin’ on Love, caused by Love & dropped down in the menu from head to toes
Only they’re not your eyes, they’re the portals through which the pablum got so rough
Until you were full of it & now share it with the world as we know it, gods are big blows
Orbiting a star red dawn to dusk, 365 to survive without parents & social welfare tough.

So, impregnate the eggs in a clinic, many children from testubes, now the rulers of US
Laboratories with not so mad scientists, formed by Marx from scat that fell off the bus
Without a driver, without a destination to refuel and rest, without a passenger it’s moot
Points connected 1-100 tiny dots on the 3rd act of the play of existence’s 3rd dimension.

All that formless shape in a 2nd dimensional form of RNA is a Void-like puddle of mud
As above, so it’s below, one-dimensional form, shaped Nothing, bitten bytes of charm
Subatomic subliminals, emotionally psychotic responses to Life on a wild animal farm
What I am inside of the forehead, worrying about the inevitable, I’m Iced Soul, Blood!

Frozen ground you walk upon, just to see you here again, we were all gone in Time
Finish line ain’t in sight, you & I will & shall do what the Hades allows us on a dime
Nothing else to do but breathe in & out ‘til a last gasp of gas, then we’ll be hear-say
Not ‘til that moment, it’s glasses up high in salute of the huntin’ & fishin’, every day.

This red dirt rich fishin’ & huntin’ and black dirt gold from my pappy’s sachet of cash
Pints empty flasks and the lead that turned into gold, left over inside the cold caves
Carefully involved in the loose lips that sank ships, there’s a reason for the hero sins
Hated by the countrymen ‘til the legend is revised, firearms silenced, crooked lines.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, June XXVth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Worm crawled out the mud during pre-wokeness, while jammin’ sounds of @Armstrong_GettyRadio on@KSTE650AM #PrettyFunnyRadio & then listened to some @LukeBryan #HITS https://youtu.be/OTXRH96KPn4?si=PefcbpugPuv7nI-6 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#StopUsNowAtThePerilOfOnenessOfTheMany #PITBULL #LukeBryant #TheOJays

LOOKIN’ FORWARD TO LOOKIN’ BACKWARD

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{ mashed ribonucleic acid ‘SMELLGOOD’

JUST ‘PRESS’ PLAY, CALIFORNIA CHROME }

Every single day’s night I’ve had a heart to heart with my soul since the end of the world

It’s always just as we know it, from the last gasp of hot breath & the Earth turns into gold

Wickedness is only the lack of the Good, substituted by the Bad, Evil & hungry for the Ugly

Boldly gone where no human has gone before, end of Time end of the day’s hard work fee.

Hand in your hand until you fall apart and turn the hot fool into the cold 208 bones of gods

Lens focusing the 20/20 vision upon the inner self, seeing absolute empty concept hot rods

I know what I believe even though it may not be true, it’s probably highly likely it’s false too

Both to the right and left of the zero on the Time line, there’s empty Space to infinity stew.

Cosmic and subatomic particles building the invisible into macrocosmic extinction’s sorrow

Feeling so bad you’ve persuaded the conscious among the throngs of students graduated ‘O’

Never A’s or B’s, tried to shoot for the D’s, just made it through the 4-year Bachelor blower

From the heights of the highness of the philosophers and academics who mutated lower.

Of the mice and the all too human, women and men, boys and girls, make it all fall apart

Not that it’s their mission on the planet, everyone is a useful idiot to get to the atomic part

Trouble in paradise with or without the angels in the outfield, they play games above below

Know the unknown is the occult of the five & dime stores, busted you for snappin’ the row.

Altar boy addicted to sugar, needed the fix at the store without a penny to donate to God

Busted near the alley, scared to admit I had 5 gumballs of sour apples & grapes pocketed

Hey, stayed strong for 65-70 years after that & those high fallutin moogs are mooted fun

Built a castle, a mote & steeds, a damsel used to be in distress, I facilitated, now it is done.

Hair of the dog in my mouth, I used to just foam but then the canine teeth came, vampiric

Like the scared streets in southern Louisiana where the Cajuns left their sucking sagas aloft

Flying in a purple or green dream that ends in a finale without an encore, a staged schtick

Outer Space as it was before we’re born, a space we’ll live & die in, a hard rockin’ too soft.

My girl new the score, it was One to Nothing, then she lost the full count, bottom of the 9th

Greeting a farewell disappearance with welcome arms, it’s the by and by, my ol’ baby girls

Fear of empty arms of the skull and bones left over by the vinyl grooves of ballad song digs

Regardless of knowing before it happens, we’ll die alone with U.S. POTUS’ reelection rigs.

Riverbeds of tears runnin’ from the iced snow of the mountaintop to the hot, salty ocean

It’s hard to believe the history of Mankind & Earth’s position in revolution about The Sin

Telling us that we’re left in the middle of nowhere due to disobedience of a golden rule

Known DNA Unknown appearing the day you die, no backstabbin’ anymore, all-star pool.

Phase of the smile and the frown, upside down happiness lookin’ like forlorn sadness et al

Meaning nothing more than the fact of life is not a fact, it never was a fact, it was blind faith

Of gods and dead ancestors, you get what I got, the occult stairway to heaven in prison, pal

Pistol whipping savages, swords decapitating the mongrels who kill & kill & kill a Nuke mate.

Here we go, countin’ backward from ten, inch by inch, step by step we mirror the success

It’s down to three, two & One, hand on my shoulder, my arm on your backside, I confess

Never will be another day like this one, in synch I’ve always waited for, never knowing it

Hand in mine, jump off a cliff now, you’ll disconnect the chord, as above, so below, #S#IT!

I don’t need what I’m gonna say I want, therefore do not purchase the essential Powerade

I don’t want it from you, get your own, drink your own, never share IT when you get laid

Mean green moves the gold without touching it in the safe place, all in the mind’s eye pain

Weight of free ounces and kilotons, cashed in from the high-minded product of Maryjane.

World joins in for the highs & lows, it’s going to be a fine supernova in the end, one & done

As above and so the thing you see before you is the same thing you’ll see in your hot lover

Only there to procreate an accidental conceptual analysis that’s deduced from your mother

Matter it doesn’t and that’s all that’s written on the wall, cave’s dark, annihilate Earth’s sun.

Mother superior & father Pope of The flock, some in and some lost forever in mire-muck fall

Nothing can be done with the impossible, low probability extinction of species won’t come

Think therefore the missiles fly by ON buttons & the generals & admirals that nobody knows

Put in what you take out, vice versa option, put everything in & take it out, nothing at all.

Country girls homegrown, PROJECT OOZE, cowboy boots, Stetson hats, Memphis to Cali

FedEx hillbillies’ rhetoric and tradition from One Hub to the Spokes, got a PhD for blah

Daisy dukes pleasing homegrown boys who hit me with a twenty, pen on the map fame

I know my way from an inner GPS, track Ones that like to hunt & fish, clean dead game.

Mud on boots again? Works done, ‘bout to get gone again, it’s Friday night every night

Retired without the balls and chains hangin’ off my ankles, on the chain gang out of sight

Known and unknown from the center’s epicenter to an outer limit beyond the Void’s teat

Sucked into a black hole, Singularity couldn’t cover it up, so futile, The Resistance’s feat.

Follow this bouncin’ ball, you’ve been here & done this, keep up, don’t fall back to start

Comin’ on any of the seven continents, mountain lions and snowcaps above, prey’s below

In and out of the stores where stuff is kept safe and cool for the next day’s 24/7 used part

Time line from a horrid, historical Past that’s over & ain’t comin’ back to life, a low blow.

Here’s a model to copy word for word, hand it in for your term paper, get an F like a fool

Not that you’re a fool that would plagiarize the girls hollering me back in in the deep pool

I represent Science, call me the master of the teleprompter reading until it fails to let me see

Hillbilly that I am, I come from a long line of city slickers from 2nd City, jump in the lake, me!

Tried and failed, tried and tried & finally succeeded becoming conceived in buy-wise wombs

Nailed the need and desire to be the best Pecker to ever evolve from random coitus’ blooms

Follow the First Cause to the Last Effect, brush back the hitter off of the plate, let him walk

Set for the windup, man on 1st leading off the base, not watching me, I picked him off, balk.

My deductions are tentative depending on the immediate changes from the red-hot thighs

End of Earth’s spin depends on the God, the Sun that heats the water & greens, I’m blown

I’ve gone from ignorance to sounds of silence & white noise, granted to the pet, she begs

Bred intercourse to produce animation of matter, extinction’s species myth, all Darwinized.

Son, hate to tell you, I’ve got no proof, just blind faith, nothing happens to you when you die

No rewards or punishment awaits any of us for our learned human behavior, corpus dillecti

Mud off your boots and smell good on, layin’ on your back in a casket, with Sunday’s wall flies

Landed right where I caught it in a snatch, open hand released, back on the wall, I tell no lies.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 23rd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt in a loop, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=H7mE3Ftpv4BOP2y_ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?