Extinction's Abyss #FlipGodOffThePlanet #NowSTFU #WillYou #DoTheKamela #SNL #FERGIE

ROLLING STONED, BLOODY BLACK & BLUE TERRESTRIAL UFO

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You got another thing comin’ & it ain’t no shelter from the cold pain, everywhere it exists
On your borders of every country, every continent above the sea, there is extinction’s abyss
All the brave men who would have gone, died with their bravery in the battle against gods
Strangers full of the scat they’ve eaten in another form, cold or warm, meals on hot rods.

Snowing until the mountains are capped with frozen rain, before it melts into rivers of gas
Hydrogen and oxygen in their own ways, are the matrix of Life anywhere in the cosmos’ ass
Not nice to fool mother nature nor the creation of blind faith minions who crave dead food
In the end, when the proof for Truth cannot be denied, there’s your foster parents’ blood.

Produced your soul with a gamete & ovum created from nothing but the First One, dangers
Full of jelly or custard, that Bismarck didn’t sink, it thrived into the sinews filled with blood
You feel it, we all feel the same thing when we do identical things, act One product of mud
Possibly there’s no encore after the Play, when it’s over, it’s all over, Yanks lose to Dodgers.

Inappropriate behavior exhibited, a doppelganger neither with my permission nor knowledge
It’s a put-on if you ask me, to show the world that there’s a power much bigger than hot fudge
Hitting the road with Jack, it’s much longer than the maps indicated, 2 inches are 200 kilometers
Hopping ‘til Easter then dying for a rise out of rigor mortis, only One god can perform, not hers.

I am utilizing a tool of this trade, an ethereal persuasion from a sped-up present in the SF bay
Dreams appeared out of nowhere & in no time at all, they vanished into thin airshow, The Way
By no uncertainty principle can anyone exist on a planet with freed slaves & their progeny mix
Masters’ daughters and liberated slaves’ sons evolved into wealthy, upper class, private dicks.

In the showdown, there is always the ends, the shots from the duel in the dirty, dusty pathways
Chilled Earth, Wind & Fire in a cornucopia that yields all there is from ancestry & descendantry
Love or the lack of it didn’t matter before, only in between before the fixed legend eclipses it all
Talkin’ a singularity of the creator’s wounded heart, love can’t stay out in the open, it’s Ai’s fall.

Pitches down the pipe, struck out twenty-six in a row, fast-screwballs, bored kids run out of time
We kid you now when we normally kid you not, cheaper to keep her, beats rhythm, holy rhyme
Cake made in the bakery of mama, she cooked & cleaned while I waited for a piece of the sign
That the eight cuts will lose one of them, masticated the fruit & nuts, the creator was so fine!

Pine box at the end keeps your bones until the wood & your parents’ DNA dissolves, as you do
Superego can fill the volume of the Void with more cache & digits than a zillion-trillion or two
Haunted by ghosts no more my man, my woman like my mama stands up for the Truth, as I do
Created by the unknown & left to fend for themselves, those unseen before us, feared Me too.

I can’t blame anyone for fearing the significance of signs of stop & go signals, I’d like to signify
But I can’t tell you the word, the code or I’d have to terminate your remaining time of life to die
It’s a sound from A to Z, combined with a rattle and a hum, replacement for the deplorable guy
Unknown commodity, sideways or up and down, it’ll end in a solo whimper, so have a good day!

Idiots close to the vest stay right there, forget about you & your hallucination that you’re alive
You’re in a dream & you’ve been fooled to think you’re in a reality other than that, you’re jive
Yet you’re free as the flowing water comin’ down the mountain from the melted white snow
Simple mind inside of your head, the wall is in your head, I lie that you lie, you’re lying now.

Moron, you get it now. You could fly in a blue dream without your wings, just die first, hu-man
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, can’t fly for a reason, bake, fry, BBQ their wings, all too human
Beans & seeds to keep the ignorance occupied with clutter & immaterial forms of dead-life sin
Mortal & original offenses are the natural beast’s behavior, laws are to tame the beast’s skin.

Pinch yourself if you think you’re sleeping & dreaming, this is reality & it’s the way it is now
For now, cause & effects repeat ad infinitum and there’s nothing you may change, just blow
Lips closed tight, wind up & out the face, screech in the ears to be blocked, deleted in spurts
Fear me & you until the loathing appears from the place underneath the sister’s dark skirts.

Creatures of variable mutations of DNA, some still here & now, some long extinct, even day 1
Nothing more or less than everything under the sun, our closest star, a bit of the astral cluster
Milky Way, immaculate conception inside of a virgin, a pope, bishop & cardinal can preach, sun
It’s the invisible One behind the origin of the sun & the whole universe of blown stars, buster.

Up and down from the bottom line you can jump to the top shelf of ingredients, old schools
Nothing is up there, where everyone wants to go, final destination of dead witches & ghouls
Humble your soul’s molecules & atoms down to the nuclei, proud to be dead weight keepers
Fick led people from the holy water to the insipid missiles launched & discovered monsters.

Telling the bad guys where you hide from the predators is the idea you get before extinction
Every extinct species on Earth, from A to Z, some undiscovered, some archeological foreskin
Saying words, sounding as A, E, I, O & U, sometimes Y & there’s consonants like the eighteen
Five and ten stores have cheap goods, penny candy in jars, security internal morality sting.

Bitten by the eye-teeth and canines to bleed out the form of life that is food for vampire ilk
They are already dead, painfully alive with the minions who deal in guilt and chocolate milk
High five and ten stores closed for business, today and tomorrow, forever and a day or two
High times, blood flow, brain’s mind, speak, see & hear no evil, kill purple people eaters too.

Everyday you wake up, stay awakened up to 16 hours & then resume the unconscious fire
Fire up the engines waiting for the shot to begin the race, the finish line’s ahead, love a liar
Perfection between the zero & the One, any other number is imperfect & part of the hole
It’s empty & it’s never been full of anything except once, at the Big Bang, boom, let’s role.

Sucking down into the Singularity there’s a point of no return, nobody wins at the ending
Hair is burnt, skin is love in a hotdog bun, the space between stars & planets is full of scat
You can feel the Truth coming into the veins and arteries, streams, rivers & an ocean thing
Atoms H2O gas recombination, The End dissolved, hydrogen, neutrino-oxygen Mega boom.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, BLOVEMBER 2nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @JoeRogan interview with @DonaldJTrump on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hBMoPUAeLnY?si=qQQBUy7ENShaRiKn }

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

#AllSaintsDay #MOTOWN TOP 100 #TheNewRadicals

LIVING WIRE, CREATURE FEATURE

Fighting in the middle of a jungle then going into a concrete heaven above dirt
No maps for the quest to locate a lost memory of what you can’t seem to blurt
Being alarmed by the information in the telegram isn’t the intention, it is done
Born to be innocent and guilty as charged eventually, ad infinitum karma one.

Even at the end gets you opening into the Void, odds are you bought into debt
Jumped out of a window after you shot yourself in the head, double jeopardy
For some but not all, causes & effects are always in control, magic trick buzz
Marshland to the deserts coast to coast, pole to pole, 7 continents of 1st Loves.

They just don’t write ‘em like this anymore, a knack for the scent in the room
Sweet perfume and beauty combine for the promise of the divine sweep broom
What I got in the oasis, nobody gets it if you tell them with words, it’s unseen
Not for your eyes only, my insight of the thing itself within is what all I mean.

Nobody but what we’ve got that animates our bones can help us, force is ours
Hands or feet, twenty phalanges & metatarsals in disarray due to the gravity
Lying down with the sheeple is as if you want to become an agar dish of virus
Get up & get down, get up off of your feet, dance and sing for the tax money.

Blame your parents or the folks you call your gang, your peeps or whatever
Searing heat cooks the tough until the chit melts in your mouth, filet mignon
Flips and backward somersaults off of the high dive won’t ending get done
You can do it your way or my way, either way, it’s done in time to have fun.

Airwaves in frequency & wavelength from a bass & a treble of double trouble
Cake in pieces of eight, halved, quartered & halved again, I at all eight 1 by 1
I beat myself up, it was a beat down, knocked up punk I turned out to be, son
Not a problem for me, just for every single other being on Earth, all rockin’.

I know you didn’t ask me but I’m gonna tell you a secret about sex you need
If you are an accidental conception between two strangers, no love to bleed
Let me help the awareness along, it doesn’t matter to Soul, to be is all spurned
Afterlife’s swill-like promises for gods fearful of darkness, buried or burned.

Preparation for the drapes to fall before the curtains come down, I’m rockin’
If you wouldn’t mind, please copy happiness for Mind’s single being sinkin’
Just a form and a shape of the matter left over from the Big Bang’s hot dust
Sun is the star without which we’re less than history, rockin’ boats that rust.

Sinkin’ down with the pretty and the sadly not-so-much, not their fault RNA
There’s mutation and recombination that ought to be extinct yet it’s all DNA
Before homo sapiens deduced labels for the things themselves, after the facts
Became history of ancient lassies, all that Mankind will leave descendant lads.

Commandments scratched lines & curves on rocky stone, as if that has gravity
Persuasion of the elders who blow horns & beat drums in the blues of the city
It’s alright that it happens that way since there’s no choice, yo’ playin’ possum
I ain’t worried about your worries, you must be in a hurry to die, go git some.

I’m gonna keep runnin’ ‘til my legs don’t work, ankles, knees, hips ain’t gone
Walk, trot or run a bit without getting’ hit-tackled by a 200-pound trainwreck
Hear that rhythm flow out of the back of the frontman, keeps you runnin’ on
Sun’s ‘G’ flame photosynthesized seed anima from an immaculate conception.

Dead right and grateful that I am, my intention was conceptual interception
Seriously an equation that had a solution, ‘x’ unknown to you & any wise-ass
You see them all the time, a Mr. Know-It-All that knows more than you & I
Logic & Reason led me to the same place at the same time, now, it’s a true lie.

Adonis or the last man ever born to woman, all of the bodies in between, dead
Holding on every moment I get the chance to, I think I’ll take what God bled
How many minutes? How many decades less or more than a hundred of ‘em
I’d go for immortality without disease, mental, physical or psychological, slim!

Bring all your weapons to the battle, the dream ain’t ever gonna last, eh chuck
Boredom is called ennui by some, others call it Mind’s time-out for don’t GAF
You either know what I mean or you don’t, if you don’t just follow me, Homer
And so on & so forth as the odyssey continues, I rest the ode to Plato’s power.

Fool of sentiments of happiness, reality of conscious imagination materialized
Better than nothing, anything is better than nothing, Void is blood, a king size
Funk defined in the trouble of the treble and the face of the bass, fool’s errand
I believed, blind faith remains for a last gasp of gas, Singularity’s wall of flies.

Park your elephant and donkey at the door, they aren’t allowed in the furnace
Too hot for the beasts of burden, only the brave and innocent git it, about face
Reasons runnin’ out of valid conclusions for the veracity of a happiness warp
All too human & not really divine, grown form out of one, microscopic twerp.

Your hips spread but it ain’t your fault, the creator’s faux pas, could be worse
Completely and securely shut tight as a drum, no entry allowed on the horse
An encore remains in the backstage smoke, like a dream takes over attention
Before we wake up, never to be #Woke, alright, alright, alright my grandson.

Anthem for the funeral parade, already gone & slidin’ away from the current
Raised to be exactly the way you see, it’s what you get, this time, every time
Come se, come sa and whether you like it or not, your luck is heaven sent
Above and below this ground, Day of All Souls, grow, gig, retire & all get bent.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini 333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to 50th Anniversary @DoobieBrothers concert at @RCMH 10-26-2022 link @ https://youtu.be/BM8pZqgb3z8?si=-rMNH1uDhuZM8NTC }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#GrifterFlombet #GravitySucksSpace #VietNam #JimmyCliff

syncopated COGNITIVE dissonance

@LOONS REQUIRE FLIGHT ABOVE & BELOW

Highlighting the nature of the beast that you’ll know when you see it, it’s remarkable, WORD
You want proof from the pudding just like every follower of super human feats of a whirlybird
Meat locker keeps flesh frozen, unspoiled, being cool naturally, contrived bovine scat polemic
It’s nobody’s fault but mine, I’ve full responsibility in god-mode, no way to desist the schtick.

Top shelf, upper tier monument above and below the floor’s ceiling, Earth planet trajectory
In the middle of the orbit, the revolution materializes, the seasons repeat ad infinitum glory
Great escape from the Big Bang intact with the tails of dogs runnin’ ‘tween Cro-Magnon legs
In and out of the conscious realm, where angels fear to go, stay just a little longer She begs.

Height of absurdity is no more than three to eight feet high above & below the pond scum
I follow nobody’s pathway between here & there, I will arrive when the Time shifts to/from
Where I’ve always been in conscious preconception, both egg & sperm RNA of a GD silly fool
Not their fault or responsibility for the results of original Big Bang creations, above gods too.

There’s a pay-grade you’ve achieved without merit, inherited from RNA recombination, luck
Right or wrong, you got it, many don’t have it & can’t have it, they want it from your phuq
No can do, it’s a pariah set up by the dead minions who left the WORD(s) to recollect dust
On shelves & within hyperspace units of zeroes and ones, it’s all open to turn into red rust.

How you go and when you go are the questions that cannot aid in happiness here & now
For death is the end of your life as well as every other living being that’s ever been born
Barking sounds and plaintive wailing of canines of war & peace, just beware of the dirge
Nobody knows who let the dogs out but they’re as loose as reins on a horseless carriage.

By far, I will celebrate every moment with a fire and a cigar, a smoke just ain’t a joke, man
It’s the perfunctory and elementary function of the animated bones that are all too human
Yet, I digress as I must, losing audience to ennui and the lure of monstrous fleeting glimpses
Of mothers and the godless fathers, homeless and certain to be dead, what the Simon says.

Monday morons utilizing fear-mirrors to seed 360 degrees of circumnavigation in self-distress
Treating you like you want to be treated, like I treat myself, pure, unadulterated peacefulness
Five will get you twenty, if you don’t know what I mean, you’ll find out from your self-defense
Lips moved together, synchronized in the ocean, in the abyss, dream within a dream offense.

Molecular structure of the subatomic matter is the essence of acid, it cannot become extinct
Mutation is the only option, an infinity of progress from Big Bang to the Silent Hush of a kink
In your muscles or just in your own mind, either way the Way itself is narrow & finite, Amen
You & I are fortunate to see, hear, taste, touch & smell the Funk of Skunk & it is All that I am.

Brought a 9mm to a knife fight in the alley behind the golf club, one shot in the dark, caput
No evidence nor any other sign of foul play, just a shock to freeze the face in awe, I shoot
Complete mission once the smoke rises to signal the ends of the malfunction of evolution
Species’ errors of omission confound the mission, in the end, it’s all over, The End, my Son.

Gurgling up the uncontained blood, there’s nowhere to go but a place where you pass out to
Hope you’re close to a soft place to fall down, it won’t matter but it makes me feel better too
Like it or not, you & I are one & the same, 208 bones of contention with the master, just sue
Get counsel & lose all of your gold to the grafters who drift & grift as their mothers screwed.

Never sleep while you’re wide awake or you’ll slip into an eternal dream, knocked out bum
All the other bums see is you, knocked out with empty pockets & purses of billfolds’ scum
Monsters of horror, grown from orphans whacked by mothers & older sisters of the Evil One
You know who they are, they know who they are, in denial or not, they’re a black hole sun.

Knowledge is the clue that Wisdom is impossible although most importantly, what you need
Aware that you will consume Nothing & be happy, that is the cause of being unable to bleed
Your blue blood turns red when it hits the air, all of life depends on remaining blue, the fatter
Buddies, friends, mates, compadres, amigos, in every case, you’re all alone, it doesn’t matter.

Enemies from within your mothers’ master bed-wombs, nothing is as important for survival
The strong & fit will survive except by accidents, they’ll still die like a mortal, soul will rise up
Above the skull and bones you see right here, right now you can find your mother out of mind
Crazy you & me & everyone else on the planet, it’s all cosmic soup, a Campbell’s tomato can.

Severe inflammation of your eyeballs burn their way out of the sockets, a big bulge to die for
If you don’t die like the rest of the genome, then you’re a mutation of the RNA, heretofore
Late at night when I used to take you home, yeah you knew I was a liar, then we kissed lips
No fools we stayed cool like Romeo & Juliette but love, they couldn’t deny for passing ships.

Holy water sprinkled in air around you & then the incense burns to smoke in an H2O pipe
Get ready if you’re willing and able to turn on the switch, one way off, one way on point
Hence, late at night, took you home, I wanted to stay, you wanted to be alone, I am gone
Still, when we kissed, it was like Fire itself, got a hold on me tight as a tourniquet on bone.

My heart beat out my chest, I love a misunderstanding I pose, it must be why I’m gonna die
With or without you baby, One I will love even after I die, my bones crunched to dust, I spy
My memories of days I spent flying in the dream of blues and purples, green-orange, fuchsia
Keeping heads in the game, from the start to the finish, you will ALWAYS win, you’re Fire, Ed!

With or without your assistance at 411, I’ll dial 911 for the 111 & get an immediate response
From the team of two or three to four to a million or three, big time is no time for me & you
It’s out of the hands of you & I, still I’ve got to hand it to you, the gold is invisible undercover
Yet, it’s a thing itself, the wisdom of knowledge, good, evil, beauty, Earth’s on-the-side lover.

Two or tree times six is twelve or eighteen, just sayin’ it’s not a speech impediment, it’s tree
Three is the proper spelling, accepted according to the dead priests and other men of history
Secular and religious, in every possible way, to soothe the savage beasts in the roost, jam on
In rhapsody or classical staccato the master and slave clash prior to Big Peep, The End of fun.

Alas, have more than your share because some will leave theirs behind, don’t waste my time
I’ve no moments left over for anyone but me, myself & I as well as the amigos/amigas prime
Strangers in the human race, the primate phase of special and general relativity has passed
Now hear this is then, when It all comes down to brass tacks, you know It’s gonna be a blast.

Deterrence as I associate with the peace of having my own back when all is said & done
Nobody can be as vigilant as I, myself can, hence I’ve got 20/20 hindsight/foresight, son
YOU inherited the RNA, fortunate for sons & grandchildren nobody knew, too illegit to quit
Skin is in the game and since day One, my skin holds the whole shebang inside, intact chit.

What I am is who I am & what you are too, what in the name of Zeus has become this One
Silence of dead heads in three-lock-boxes with combinations unknown to the living spawn
Of Adam, Eve & the unnamed stoned Cro-Magnon & Homo Chablis skulls & bones of Spring
Punks born & raised by punks, smokin’ Luckies & Camels’ straights, on the corner watching.

Swearing and cussing out loud so the children learn to speak the Truth told by lyin’ liars
They’re related to nobody in it, distant recombinant RNA malformed in God’s black hole
Flipping yo’ mother off because she finally told you that you’re an orphan, nobody’s buzz
Race in Camp town where archangels fear to fly in & out of, homeless Homers & Hannas.

Go down to the bottom of Earth’s core, inside of the center, the middle, that’s the essence
Dreams came out of the black & blue, annihilated in fear and loathing the genius was dense
Inherited the trash & garbage that the Puerto Ricans threw into the dump, that’s a fact Jack
Crosses burning the wood into ash & cinders, all souls die soon after E Streets atrophy back.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER XXIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WickedMothers #BegottenNunsSistersDaughtersMothers #ParFour #CourseMaui #DavesNotHereEither

IX – uno – UNO

Seems as if you’ve gone off of the deep end, you know It, depth of point of no return
When the mid-space you’ve carved out of Time you don’t own has collapsed to graft
Getting chit all free from Tierra del Fuego to CUNY campus hub, grifters' magneto
Knowing nothing about your mind or soul, just 208 bones humans inherit to go.

By the time I got to the stones, I began workin’ the angle to cheat the stupid MFs
Creeps you have to be near, disturbing your feng shitake noire, you’re the Fathers
Mothers could not scam fathers more easily, all sisters, daughters & wicked aunts
There’s a scam goin’ on in the racket, pretending to be One when you’re all none.

It’s survival of the Dostoevsky moron who plays the idiot, neat package gods’ fate
Who will prick up the other men’s sisters & wives, every angle of a female bum
They have their teeth and smile, all there is in the mob is the boss & the racket scum
Clip a buck here & a buck there, gain the trust, work the angle, it’s your auntie great.

Here’s your dilemma of whether you should stay or go, you have no choice, MOVE IN
What’s the angle, you want the right one, the obtuse or less than 90 to 1 degree of sin
Meaning your foolish trip from conception & birth led to my path, your fork in the road
TNT ain’t dynamite as you suspected but it will blow your bubble into the origin’s load.

We ain’t from Earth but our creators came to tell all of the grifters the code to the system
Buying the morons and idiots scam, you will turn on your friend & ghost the rest of them
Give me your wallet & #’s so I can trust you, am I mistaken or accurately calculating sums
It’s all the same in the end, the final curtain will fall for certain, no negotiation, possums.

Asleep while wide awake only means your attention has been arrested by propositions
At once logical & theoretical, no proof beyond a doubt that anything is true, #Vince man
Appreciate your position on a lifeline from zero to infinity, nobody gets outta here alive
Hope for genetic perfection, immunity to foreign viral agents and somebody to love.

Keep this too close to the vest, you know what I know & you know it all, y’all know you do
So, without further ado, let’s leave for Kokomo, way down there in Montserrat’s mystique
Catching a glimpse or two of the places in Space where it all goes down, as high as a gad fly
You all need to meet me for coffee, tea and the rest of the things you don’t care for, I’ll buy!

Leave baggage, empty on the beach, preconceived Key Largo, Aruba, Montego, Kokomo, all done
Neither yesterday nor the day before, frequency-waves & a rip tide went below gravity’s sand dunes
Before you’re ash & dust dissolves into a matrix, I want you to know it’s where I wanted you to go
Long time, short time, anytime you think about it, know you got two lips to kiss, in downlow blow.

You know epistemologically, credit devolved into deficit & you’re dead weight for nuclear waste
They cannot perfect chemistry or provide a catalyst for extinction of the species’ DNA post haste
Before the End allows natural selection to resume its ascent into the top of the food chain, has-beens
Heck & high water more love than you can hate without a dish rag or rally towel, you morons fix it.

Luck has nothing to do with being in the right place at the right time, unknown nothing relativities
To alpha & omega, your language has done you an injustice with subjective predicate spelling bees
Barroom brawls all ended as they began, broke glass cuts, outlaws won fights some fought & died
Winning was everything after all, you don’t mind running your mouth further than your legs fly, eh?

Contact high on fools below my face, five to six feet above underground, rocks rollin’ away, Hole
Left there in the bottom of the mountain of gold hill, where gods stashed pages I read, stay calm son

 If I was either on edge or at least appeared to be intensely psyched up where a man survives alone 

Like blasting off to another planet, you’ve no choice but to thrust away from the ground’s holy zero.

I won’t leave too soon & never be late, allow me to choose Liberty rather than being all too human
Retired from the good luck of poison pens which wrote words that washed away the old Peter Pan
It’s too fine, in the end, it all goes the way it should, until a Black Hole resumes the DNA transition
Into the void place where y’all want to go, down in cool Kokomo now, be a subatomic soul, son!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @222 PMPST

{ Fried some cells in the cerebral cortex, reason for rhyme, @ThePointerSisters #FIRE in a loop, youTube link @  https://youtu.be/ZBtAiwNcsiA }

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

FOOLS' COMEDY, GENIUS' TRAGEDY