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Keep up to date with the marvelous & universal riffs of the divine malfunction in the junction

Words matter and thoughts energize them before they become sounds from the noisy jerkin’

Nasty and so good, too good to be true, hence it must be false, a lie, a fabricated kick of shyt

No evidence of peace & love in holy intercourse of what never matters, One Love’s behind it.

High due to the pills, drink & smoke which all comes into the waste, urinated, defalcated fake

Movies, photos, paintings & all of the writing on the walls & dead tree pulp of a rainbow lake

Modesty and humility is tantamount to the success of the Word of Mouth put into cyber print

Space and Time waiting forever for you & me to get the Truth down about suckin’ spearmint.

Keep things in mind, one thought in one mind of a schizophrenic monster dream in a dream

Part of you & I in tact once death taps us all on the shoulder when it’s unexpected to scream

That you’re innocent of being guilty as charged by common & divine law, kill all when at war

Dropped F-bombs from B-52s that flew like lead balloons when it came over the USA, so far.

Line up in single file, double-time from the 1st to the last step for mankind, raise the tariffs

I find a large zero in the future once the implosion of the economy begins, buy & sell in tiffs

Ghost inside of your skin, can’t get out until the Time as it is in charge of the whole shebang

Rules of passing minutes and centuries long forgotten or recently recalled, a Feng Shi fang.

Zen koan, make it & make no sense, that’s the final word on the subjects & objects of dirt

Rocks grounded, sand at the bottom to the core, that’s the skull & bones of this world’s hurt

You will and we all shall do the things to keep out of prison and away from the annihilation

We’ll all get annihilation, personally or not, in all cases the sycophants swill the mortal sin.

Enemies of the state are merely the forerunners of the pastime of doing nothing at all, ever

Babies born to be wild as a cherry on a tree, the fruit of the loom, they will eventually sever

You with me on the trajectory to disaster, an accident cannot occur on purpose, it’s random

Caused by whichever effect occurred before it’s awareness that it’s mortally irrelevant scum.

North pole to south pole of every planet in the universe, it all remains the same, Everything

Not Nothing but Everything, it’s just an observation of the Truth, don’t shoot the messenger

One to the heart and two to the head too, extraordinary should be customary, a song I sing

Tweeter whistle, post to the ether where nobody knows you or yours, anonymous scat sling.

Dysfunctional although it seems as though there’s a subset which may be deep fake random

Pick me for the team so I can think to myself, put me in coach, I can’t get into the game some

In no period piece you’ve ever been exposed to from Head Start, elementary, slick PhD SIM

I matter being a component atomic unit of soul put life on It, home to gods & angels so grim.

Halo over the saintly heads but only once they die to the world & rejoin the rocks’ hot ash

From behind or far ahead of the rest, the One cannot fail since the goal is to go super nova

It’s the raging matter that is at the mercy of involuntary gravitational collapse, it’s academic

As above here, so below down to It, into the absolute center of God’s Suns, Space’s tac-tic.

Hearts beat, souls immortally immerse into the DNA’s cytoplasm for the 1st & final trip about

Ellipse about the Sun, while wobbling, revolving, evolving due to the loss of mass’ self-doubt

You have none, nobody has any, doubt has a price and that’s higher than you want to go now

Take my word for it, honestly, believe me when I say, every twit that lives, annihilates below.

My sincere apologies that your minister, your priest or preacher hadn’t mentioned the Truth

Ain’t casting aspersions upon them, all men of blind faith do what they do, God asks no more

Everyone else left over with nothing but the circle around an empty area with no Thing, et als

Circle the wagons, hide the valuable food and treasure chest full of gold, silver trophy B-Balls.

On the floor, answering all incoming calls from voices communicating conundrums, it is done

Verbs predicating all subjects & objects of nouns & pronouns well connected to one God’s son

Hips sway to & fro just because it’s their orientation to the ground of being, blind can’t see it

Halls dark, floor slick as snot, a bunny thing for an imaginary rabbit, bangin’ Trix' fire & spit.

A hit of the law and order keeps the eyes poppin’ while awake, livin’ in the dream of Ma & Pa

Gave it all to keep me above ground, without a doubt, my origin is my fortune, one son of GA

Herded into the caves and under the canopies of the forest that hid the holy holes, safe place

Grief’s embedded in DNA genes, due to form & matter of a thing itself, whippin’ cream grace.

Death of the rock and roll cannot be too soon for extinction, it raises it’s ugly goat’s head too

Above here where you sit or stand, in a library or underneath a tree in the grove’s sky of blue

Getting the knowledge you had no idea was known to be in a slow motion ride on an A-train

Tracks & turnpikes go up & down, around and through the empty places to house the insane.

Hooker-hire stepsons are the future pimps, doctors of wasted effulgence, all too human spunk

On a peer into a psyche of invisible deeds undone by a divine skipper, something to talk about

Screwed into my 21 with an ace of hearts and jack of spades, house’s dealers are all so guilty

At One, savior who is also creator of the Thing with flaws and about to devolve into ilk funk.

Are you now fully informed about why you’re alive and informed that living here is all of it

Nothing else beyond megadeath of the thing, indeed you are a thing, die & that is all, chit!

You bet it all into the pot, call & raise fools who remained with losing hands, four aces, aye

Chicken dinner winner, no IOUs or prisoners with no spy skills, dead or alive, I’m a cowboy!

Valentine’s day on the 14th of February celebrates killing the man, burnin’ man at a fire stake

Feel the heat from the light and you will eventually feel nothing but hot, real hot in a fire lake

Nothing will be perceived again, deaf, dumb, blinded eyes without remote viewing logarithms

Hot & smooth, it’s all she wrote on the papyrus, Eagles & Chiefs #Superbowl LIX syllogisms.

We have the center, guards, tackles, split or tight ends & wide receivers getting offsides jump

No QB is safe from the onslaught, whether to pass, handoff or run past scrimmage for a dump

Backfield in motion, the way it must be, it’s the way to the uprights, for six, one, two or three

Territory between coasts & borders, all the united states of being away from the killer spree.

Perforate the jolly roger’s skull with a tiny opening in the black flag’s rectangular polar bear

It is what it is just in case you didn’t already figure that out, it’s wisdom calculus of pretty hair

Long or short, it’s all dead like the dead air of the voices in the ether, get plugged into civility

Skid marks on the road to your highness’ throne, also in utero abortion, killed before nativity.

Penchant for being morons and idiots mating and teaching the progeny how to self-destruct

Before mating & conception, prior to enculturation of the innocent and ignorant fools of us

That’s when the light turns on, a flip of the switch, a screaming infant outside the inner womb

All uphill from there, the sky’s the limit for all who gasp gas, on the way to the marble tomb.

Cross over from the treble to the bass, it’s all in the game, in the name of love, neutralize it all

In the Big Bang or a Tiny Peep, universal atoms of neutrinos, nuclei & the gas of stars that fall

All of the above and all of the below is all for us, in thin air as nuclei free fall into the specter

Of the mice & men who came & left the ten commands of deity behind, God dam who? Her.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, February IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of the Earth’s dust and rust while listenin’ to the one, the only Cheech & Chong #BEST in my opinion on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lWld7_NetYQ?si=rgdfmfhxXuiOEYwB }

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