#DISCLOSURE HYDROGEN & OXYGEN YIELDS THIS WORD SALAD OF MORTAL WOUNDS #LaFlaca XO

IT IS all NEITHER

HERE NOR THERE

All for The One & one for all, watch out 3 muskateer Truth, maneater-backstabbers too

It all could happen to anyone, you, me or the pope of the Adams and Eves, real live crew

Mountain of dew or the foam of the sea mixed into my morning’s attempt at a café brew

Mocha white ala extra shot, fuel for jacked up nerves in a wannabe disguise, ol' dam fool.

You made my dreams come true, your dream was my own, nonincidental destiny of two

Intersected after false starts and devastation through nobody’s fault but the tune of blue

Highlights in the lowlands of a northern highland, freedom not free, or is it, maybe so too

Nobody knows the Truth until their final gasp of gas, you’re chewed by Time’s Space zoo.

Think hunger, think hunt & kill or grow from seed & kill or steal from others’ staches’ safe

Doing what comes naturally, lazy, untrained, undisciplined and spoiled rotten for the Raif

Seeing is believing yielding blind faith in an irreplaceable notion, that you’re in mortal fear

In reality, playing with words, twisting you into a pretzel, if you die, I’ll eat you with a beer.

Come here to the line of demarcation, separate but equal for the sake of keeping fear afar

Candle keeps burning down to the ground of being, made my dreams come true, got Woke

For real or maybe not, you’ll see what you see, all blind Faith will make you twist the shout

You know for certain, made my dreams come true, conception to annihilation, now I’m out!

Waited forever man, then it got here & passed me up for the next best thing since pencil lead

She only came out at night, she was here with me & without a trace, now she’s all gone, dead

If I pay or get paid, I’m in the game, mind over matter every time you apply the power to Win

Game has losers but you ain’t One, One isn’t ripped in two, it’s atomic Adam, not Gunga Din.

Mirror without reflection, clear water in the darkness even a blind woman can see a highlight

Good and ugly or bad as evil does with beauty, good lookin’ form to be copied in an RNA fight

Prized survival of the most fit to crawl, walk, jump or fly, a blown world of playdough stardust

Mentally and emotionally without One physical body, Nothing’s got no crossbones up in here.

You paid whatever the cost was, it was worth the exchange of gold for emotional bags, eleven

Seven count repeats every seven hours for seven days, allowing the tripping full access to Zen

Where I’ve gone without permission, broke into the basement to get chewed up by a god dog

Tell no lies, I gagged on my snot rag, blowing smoke ain’t in my repertoire, a blinded demigod.

When the pretty little girl over there ain’t for real, you gotta get down to where it’s all at

Truth makes out with you, so feel good, bad & ugly, Truth is that we’re in the Matrix’ brat

Your personality, you yourself, what your guardians programmed into the code, it’s all set

Conception to deception-annihilation, all justice is a ham sandwich in cold, dead hands.

Holding back the applause until the release of the hound dogs, on the hunt for the scent

So sweet that it’s impossible to tell the difference between it & all sweet God-send sin

Dimes of cents, some get dropped on the innocent & guilty of all charges, bring it down

BJ’s and intercourse slips get the urge to purge function to assimilate into a night gown.

Hills climbed & slid down, winter, summer, fall & spring, Earth’s orbital, ecliptic perpetuity

Neverending story of the evolution of all spirit/soul moving the atomic matter in the city

Somewhere there’s a clock keeping track of Time, ticking second by second, year by year

Aborted fetus or well-groomed corpse full of formaldehyde and emptied bowels of beer.

Alright from the first Cause to the last Peep in the cosmos, you’re all alone, bad company

Asking for the answer that nobody on Earth who is alive on any continent, answers to be

Misanthropes apply pressure to uneducated heathen miscreants resulting in proletariats

Grounded to the rear of the theatrical venue, moved the words in & out of the jail bates.

Briefly take a long trip on an invisible bridge to nowhere special, you’ll know when it’s time

To go or to stay right there where you are, on the other side of the Earth’s water so sublime

I went to the pawn shop & got the treble and bass to die for, just over the top of a hell’s ho

Down with things as they are, worthless to most, gold & diamonds, down poor boy blow.

Pioneer of the co-pilots who go it solo, without a wingman, without a girl in the home base

Professional amateurs make amendments to theorems & corollaries from the fake matrixes

Top of the Earth to the Antarctic south pole, imaginary place in Space that whirls in circles

Wobbles on the ecliptic around a blown star, blowing fusion into the winds most foul, shills.

Completed as the annihilation implodes upon itself, all atoms into Nothingness’ scrum wind

Blows through you and your parents, cousins, brothers, sisters & your loving enemies sinned

Bring your mothers to the gang bang, they got you here & they’ll take you out themselves too

Put your big boy pants on, pull up your suspenders, you’ll die dude, son of a mother, no ado.

Not involved in the shooting, the knifing of the thin skin to release the effulgence of red ooze

Losers lose it all in the end but so do the winners like you & me, we’ll win until it’s all over too

Final curtains fall, nobody left over recalls your name or your face, much less our holy soul jizz

Way is narrow, ethics solid, survival of the most fit Sacrosanctum to the death bed, grave pizz.

Intention of the Will causes the effects as the spells interject the power of a spell, God magic

Leap of faith allows the lies to become truths and the Truth remains unknown, God is so sick

Of being the savior of the morons and idiots who cannot comprehend the Golden Rule of Life

Flakes off of the chips leave dust in subatomic mode, zero gravity yields the Void, God’s wife.

Simple Simon Peter, yelling to high heaven, it’s the universal law so just shut the mouths

Of monkeys and the other primates who ape their sights and sounds of the Earth doubts

Wisdom blowing in the wind, catch a breeze to be cool on or off of the rivers’ bedrocks

Fools into the twilight zone morph into a hyperspace, pedal to the metal, hens & cocks.

Ice cold or not, before the end of the thing you call your life, you get a free pass I’ll spit

Out of my mind’s 3rd eye, form of sounds that mean something about nothing, bull’s s#it

Hung low with the fruit, eaten, drunken grapes of wrath, dreams come into old, hot holes

Oh Your God, forsaken & trained to fail beating Dead thumps on the heart and old souls.

Being down with reactions in a six-by-six feet cell, in a supermax prison of cubes for men

Pimples and boils erupt with the rotten bacteria until the bones can’t hold all the pain in

Cross idiots pound nails into their hearts and souls, palms and metatarsals stab good gods

Apostles know, compadres suspect, your family is clueless, forgive yourself, be one of Zen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 4-21-2025 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Church streets run through the riverbeds empty of the Grace; matter of Fact is atomic charm allowing my #Wanderlust during this draft of Pulitzer Prizes, while listening to @ElonMusk #HoustonWeHaveAProblem on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7TJu_i5r8uM?si=sycNaofd3JkeM0gU }

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