Y'all Gotta Whoop A Human's Ass Sometimes #ShootMeStraight #MakeItBurnTheWholeWayDown #JackDanielsBlack

GOD DOG DAB NAB IT, PERPETUALLY UBIQUITOUS RICH KIDS

First, for the last time I’m going to go all in on the bet, I’ve got a full boat to boot
At minimum I lose my rent money for two months, maximum I’m a loom of fruit
Apples and oranges, bananas and coconuts in solid & liquid form, vitamin C rich
As above, so below this saga goes on ad infinitum, least until you blow it, butch.

Not only are we lucky but also we’re anointed to be the ones who get to know it
What it is from the birth of you to your death, before & after the diapers of chit
Moms and dads know what I mean, pamper & training to excrete it all in a hole
In the ground, inside outhouse or a lavatory with running water & a flush bowl.

No envy of the powers that be, they’ve no sentience at all of our random musing
That they either used to or still do exist in another realm, a dimension of Timing
Eyes to see whether they’re wide open or not, that’s the inner sanctum of signs
Stop or Go, Enter or Exit, Free Choice on to save the day for a bow tie that binds.

Underdog until the last gasp, a final bark up a tree, a fox scored in survival mode
You keep the Truth close to your vest like your daddy told you to, I ain’t lyin’ much
Hard to take the riffs and back beating like I used to, it hurts some & wanna scream
Amazing or not, non-plussed for the duration of formation, one dream in a dream.

Y’all brought a knife to a gunfight and that is the highway it must be, or so I’m told
Middle path between two extremes of the holy Void, imagined to be hot and cold
Out of hands of mankind, woman’s womb has no mercy on eternity, holy or mighty
Instant things appear in shape & form, from all matter of atomic fusion to fight me.

I got all bloody from the skirmish, and it wasn’t pretty or even 1/2 way decent lookin’
My last girlfriend called me a period-piece whatever that meant, down south jukin’
From 15 to 75 it’s just the maximum #Soulshine without the moonshine, I sway right
Between you & I & the four cornered room we occupy, here is so fine, not too tight.

Automatic and systematic for the conceptual analysis of conundrums so very foul
No resolution in every case, just the feeling of absolute uselessness in a fishbowl
Played by the playboys & call girls whether I liked it or not, gambled roulette on it
Cards’ high hands beat the house, 40 G out the door, Vegas or Jersey Boardwalk.

My blood brothers know without a sound of written words spoken, dust in the wind
Loathing all the pressure to perform perfectly, mentally & physically, all in my mind
Nowhere else except maybe a migraine smacking forehead & temples, it’s fly to me
Nothing anybody can do about it except MRI yo' brain, magnetic image, an anomaly.

Part your hair down the middle of your head, grow the crop low down on a high road
It’s rocky sometimes & smooth as silk once in a great while, let it slide into demise
Not a thing to be done about that 'cept listen to the music & if you can, dance & sing
It’s always when you’re back in black, God’s eating dogs & eating cats, pet the cat.

If you think anything other than you’re alive, it's is true about living & dying in L.A.
There’s a chink in your armor since you have it, look in the mirror to confirm, stay
A bit longer than you believed it would be, over 100 years old, a favor to the divine
Yesterday, today was tomorrow back then, never-never-land's a shark danger sign.

Under water or underground's volcanic rocks at the molten, star-blown Earth core
That's the total of power, revolutionary orbital trajectory projection, psycho's terrain
Monkeys & their makers in charge of things themselves & all the occult, all insane
Authority’s dead, random recombinant DNA at the mercy of smells & tastes' score.

Washing sore feet of wounds caused by barefoot preaching on desert sand pebbles
Sea beaches to play games of golf, full moguls’ sand traps, doglegs & fairway dells
Your buzz of music playing ‘tween your ears may be original or obscure, to be a blip
It’s your karma like it or not, now you know, all you require is balance on a pin's tip.

Who knows anything of Life & Death other than blind faith junk pretending, a mortal
Your belief that you & yours are the essence of immortal, divine creator's dirty portal
Leads to living a dream, in a place in Space you find it all, growin’ up & gettin’ a pair
Mothers & fathers at one point or another, die & fade away into nothing's long hairs.

Hippies & beatniks in denial of enculturation, what anthropomorphism is all about
Everything caused by the Earth’s position in a solar system, Divine, nothing Human 

Be thinking that you’re woke when you’re at your wake, asleep in a dream to awaken
Grief is good if you need it for fuel to overrun your hum, audio’s verve, heavy shout. 

In no way, of any old shape or form from a random recombination of a female curve
Not a slim chance in hell there’s one that appears & escapes the astronomical hit

Deadheaded for the headlights in a head-on, I signed the cross & began the swerve

Y'all said things I didn’t wanna say, played games you wanted to play, caput ala scat.

Brought a knife to a gunfight but since the blade was my hands, it was as sharp
As a blade sharpened by slate to the finest, smoothest line of strings on a harp
Played for the immortals who are never present, only past & future pizza story
Food for princes & kings to be good to go when war is waged, queen’s for glory.

Grown at home, from seed to flower, smoked with the hot fire flames of stars
Hot or not, it burns anyway from matter to ash gone to hell, below how wheels
Hands on my lap, fell in a trap, didn’t get the warning from mama or papa then
Walkin’ barefoot in the dark, rocky road with no regard for gods or men’s Zen.

So very hard to rock when It’s silent quietude all around, doe & buck in arrears flux
Off-putting yourself ahead of everyone else means you’re wearing corduroy tuques
Once upon a time of your hairy, bald head, powers-that-be hide the inner sanctum
Words predicate this machine’s First Cause & Final Effect, #WordUp trippin’ scum.

Bottlenecked & broadsided son, it happens prior to extinction, One on the spectrum
So many splits of an original gangster remains to remind the thing itself to get some
Either you get it or you don’t & that’s fine, you’re not destined to hear the song sang
Karma erased, deleted, annihilated & Oneness generated my mama, dad’s big bang.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted dreaming, sleeping yet #Woke while jammin’ to the @ HITS #YouGottaWhoopAMansAssSometimes & other musical battles on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMnqPpHParo }

F IN I S

W.W.A.R.D.

 

AIN’T NO FUN WAITIN’ ‘ROUND TO BE A MILLIONAIRE, EH? DON’T CARE WHAT THEY SAY!

AM I RIGHT OR WRONG?  YA GOTTA WHOOP A HUMAN'S ARSE SOMETIMES, YUP!

OLD NEWS IS GOOD NEWS #OBLIVION }@TomCruz{ #WhosInCharge? #ShakespeareWasFrancisBacon #PoliticalScientology

 

IDIOTS' INFECTION ILLITERACY

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Get off of your arse 1-22

Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk
Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk
Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force
Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back
There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls
Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent
Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings
Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes
Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real
World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written
Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin
As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too
Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes
Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes
String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive
Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure
Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour
Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird
Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth
They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth
No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky
If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone
Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son
Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime
At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it
If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate
Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen
Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all
Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now
Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall
Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al
Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal
On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain
If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum
You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff
King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship
Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8 } 

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

IT'S ONE TWO TWO TODAY TOO IN THE TWO ZERO TWO FIVE ANNO DOMINI #Watermelon & #Oblivion

Get off of your arse 1-22

Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk

Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk

Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force

Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back

There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls

Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent

Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings

Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes

Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real

World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written

Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin

As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too

Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes

Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes

String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive

Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure

Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour

Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird

Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth

They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth

No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky

If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone

Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son

Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime

At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it

If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate

Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen

Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all

Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now

Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall

Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al

Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal

On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain

If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum

You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff

King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship

Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

LOATHING THAT FEAR JUST AIN'T ENOUGH #RareEarthIsEnough #OneFamousFormation #ComeWithMe #MA #WORDup

FAMOUS FORMATION, IT'S TRICKY

In every sense of the word, before and after the facts of life have been disclosed, dissolution

Above & below the thing itself, there’s something occult occurring before & after death of us

Not only are we cremated, lost at sea or buried underground but also our spunk’s cut loose

Herd of cows with fewer bulls than the requirement for survival, drink milk, eat steak blues.

Looking up is what happens when you’re out of control, an introspection out folds of an onion

Even may whistle Dixie on the way to the courthouse, to sign the agreement to be The Union

Confederation of crop holders who grew the seed & expected the profit resisted taxation’s sin

And so forth and so on, infinity on the lamb as the implosion of the Void begins at a holy one.

Who is upset with the only way that things on planet Earth can be, out or in utero, just as I am

You may not be in communicado, but I am, these thoughts going with one word being spoken

Executive orders are the final nail in the coffin of socialists of the states of Republicans united

Word up, just a manner of speaking sound agreed upon by the minions who inhabit the dead.

Love to be wrong, incorrect about my highly probable assumptions & undeniable conclusions

Ridiculous as your parents formed your psyche to the form it inhabits on every star, my sons

Harmony during strife is all that counts to survive the psyche assault with nunchakus of gold

Turning the world into clay before the ultimate annihilation, ash of leftover trees so I’m told.

Mash sound & light to be smelled & tasted all out of touch in the configuration of 360 degrees

A 3-d figure of two hemispheres in alignment, form & shape of all there is everywhere about

Gangs will be jailed until deported on day One, on the second ad infinitum, thank you please

Part of the die from one through six throws craps & snake eyes that’ll make your heart seize.

Play you cards right and keep them close to your vest to cover up the secret of a winning hand

It had to be, someone bet on the full house when all four deuces pulled away the rubber band

You win some & lose some, if you’re lucky more wins than losses for your past, a future shock

There’s been a schism of the schizoids who think the past ain’t got standing, I just wanna rock.

No matter what you believe, it’s highly unlikely that you have adopted a false narrative too

Until now, you believed you were always cool with the rhythm & blues of the song, so blue

Chills up and down the spine because the dope ain’t workin’ to kill the pain, to dumb down

What a shame, what a waste but there’s no choice, no free will, it’s the angels’ low moan.

Slowly you turn, see what you’ve missed? Nothing at all and there won’t ever be again

Don’t shoot the messenger, you’ve got the 2nd amendment, but I crash into a lion’s den

No use in negotiating with terrorists, they cheat, they steal because you schooled them

Harry and Don have the whole shebang wrapped up, it’s all about control of THC Stem.

You ain’t black, you ain’t white, you ain’t a permutation of the rainbow, so just pretend it

Get enough people to agree with the situation and you’ve become one of the many sticks

In the end as in the beginning there’s a fail-safe that prevents the misconception of tricks

Let it all hang out as if you don’t care one way or the other what another thinks in the pit.

Long lives may or may not be successful, short lives may be the most successful, it’s said

Things that needed to be done in a life once lived, reincarnated the memory of the dead

Now that’s the way the ball bounces, it may or may not be Free Will, it may be a joker’s

Dreamer having the dream we call life on Earth, in the head, in the dream, mother F’ers.

Birth and death of the 208 bones you’ve evolved from the sperm & an egg of your prequel

You have had nothing to do with the apparent choices which were all predetermined swill

Skullduggery gone down in front of your very eyes, still you didn’t put two & two to sum

Easy yet difficult to circumvent conundrums occurring at random, myself, I’m born to run.

If not me then who could be responsible for my behavior? A mighty amorphous entity?

Or my human parents since I’m all too human myself, it’s not their fault that I act chitty

All my fault, my responsibility for the things I cause & their inevitable effects, every one

None are not many, but some are either one & the same or a dream within another One.

You have me underneath your skin, in a manner of speaking, we’re crossing a foot bridge

Over the river that covers the gold of the capitol, we walk & ride across from over there

Pinned a place on the map when I was blind & stoned, it’s where I would go & stay forever

Dropped a deuce and although few know the reference, it’s the Truth of God’s dams of her.

Creeps of crypts in your closet behind your hung short skirts & long sweaters, a choice too

Silly big & little hunks of flesh & 208 bones to mix it up with the DNA pool, just like a fool

Not that you have a free will or a choice, it’s beyond good & evil, this is a wonderful thing

After the fact, it’s different and never the same because it’s not supposed to be, #f#c#ing.

There’re dead men who left their legacy from their own dead ancestors, unknown to us all

Very good and the most excellent come only from what we understand with no doubt call

Amplifiers blast out the electronic transfer of twangin’ & pluckin’ A’s to the G’s arpeggios

Always alone yet everything all together without a mess, all Order without Chaos’ blows.

Dopamine in the smoke, why it’s called the dweeb’s dope, it’s a sedative for future shocks

It comes in waves from a surprise attack with zeroes to the H-bombardier back of a B-52

Monkeys in the jungle or in the zoo, could be me or you but we’re just the naked ape stew

Don’t taste well to cannibals but they eat anything, they’re full of it & soon, a trigger cocks.

Facts of life are in the epistemology, buried within the deductions there are infinite quarks

As always, reflection of the things themselves requires an observer whether genii’s or dorks

Seriously folks, this is no time for pretenders to give it a shot, need the saving grace of IT

Critics are inside of my house as uninvited guests who know it all & then some, bull’s s#it1

Take a breath, take a knee for the national anthem because you hate your ancestors’ stone

Songs sung, prose on a philosophical jag to show how long you can go wrong, like a drone

Playing games & cheating on the one that I love, the one inside of me, you know it’s all me

Brought outside of the form it has no standing & can be obliterated into oblivion, ain’t free.

Sight unseen still imposes the hurt and it’s impossible to forget about it, now or then, git git

You may need a couple of shots and a Modelo chaser because this is going to get rough chit

Kansas City blimp to Seattle or to Bangor, matter moves in the intended direction, gas’ over

No chance leftover from the game, rules at the finish line, mission impossible, a divine lover.

Chicago stinkin’ to high heaven, Indian preserves by the boneyard named after Sainted ghost

Some height above seven feet gets the vision of giants lookin’ down on the creepin’ holy host

Mankind ain’t too kind to the women, attempting survival of the most fit, failing miserably

It’s alright with everyone dead & alive, there’s no harm & no foul, in hiding, shots & bubbly.

Too much is too much, mama used to say, enough is enough, a tautological nightmare too

I didn’t know until I couldn’t get the answer to the question, I forgot how God got so blue

Forget about being the mighty strong thing that nothing can usurp without murdering God

That’s impossible, famous formation cannot remain alone, get over it, wait for Time, hotrod!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ High Noon PMPST

{ Penned this without a pen while jammin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (full version 18”) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs?si=boICQ1XDdmX3gosV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ANOTHER PERFECT DAY enjoy it or diet! #WhereIsEve? #AdamIsWasted

granddaughters when they're young & innocent!

IN NOBODY’S MIND, YOU & I,

 B4 CONCEPTION

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If I said that I love L.A., would you hold it against me, please? Cause man, I love L.A., no lie

Notes from the underground have surfaced up here above the valley, in the cold, damp fly

Beggars and moguls filling up the potholes with the asphalt that costs nothing for the taxes

Pure profit for the very happy sittin’ under the sunny skies of Los Angeles, city we all love too

Not only the original dinosaurs in the La Brea tar pits but also, the chicks & bums on 6th street

It never is gonna get better than this, it can only become a pariah with no functional backbeat

Tremolo & bass do whatever they feel, like a jazz ensemble mixed flats & sharps out of order

Santa Ana winds don’t bother me, never since day one back in December 1974, a perfect day.

Shoulda left Chitown with my MGB drove onto Century & Santa Monica Blvd, I love L.A. kids!

Where the movies y’all love get made in the sun & shade, coast to coast, downlow downshift

People dressed like monkeys or the ½ naked ape they all seem to be, beggars, smokers of lids

Imperial highway keepin’ my wheels rollin’ & crankin’ @BeachBoys lookin’ for bikini beaches.

Hearing the gist of the program and liking what I heard, I knew it was a matter of Hit singing

When it ends, the finale may not be good for you but it’s worse for “them” to scream & shout

Unless you’re an orphan & childless, you’re gonna regret comin’ to Earth without succeeding

At anything, anywhere, anytime to succeed is beyond wildest expectations of the freak aliens.

Ain’t beggin’ for the way to get from here to there, I already know, you might ask me, it’s tight

Fear of the unknown dissipates with maximum attention to facts, here today, caput manana

Love’s Hate wavering within your soul & mind, generation of pity for being ugly, pitiful & poor

In the background, there’s a passageway to get underground, comes in a due-haste dogfight.

Mothers have a vulgar word-up for the fathers who inseminated their womb, a warmer cold

They hit and run but mama has 20 years to go, unless she created a phenom in a page’s fold

You were happy yesterday & you will be tomorrow too, there’s no way you can annihilate It

Resolution to remain One in Chi & the same as you were before Time, out of Space, Scat’s It!

Bringing your wings for the flight since nobody can walk or crawl as far as the sleek birdhoods

West to East side we’ve been rollin’ since Day One, hit the ground runnin’ freewheeling skids

Got the dozens for those who know the rips & for those who don’t, calm down chicks & dudes

I’m talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama, New York City to Beirut, man & woman, boy & girl, all baby’s kids.

No way you can move the unmoved mover, even a micrometer is too much, not one iota, son

Not only is the Love here and now but also, it’s nowhere else, there or then, past or future sin

Mountains and the bumblebees movin’ my mood from purple to clearlight, reasonable lying

It’s Taqiyya arguing with idiots who don’t know the wool is pulled over blind eyes, I’m sighing.

Hand it over, every time you lose your possessions and your loved ones, ashes to ash in a box

Grape ape of the primates evolved the genius by accident, random lust, baby boys’ hot rocks

Let me get something straight between us, I never lie but I will hide the Truth for a fool’s sake

I’m no savior, not even a saint or a sinner, I have no sense of any Evil of Buddha baked in cake.

Happiness is all Aristotle & Plato trumpeted with the bums who knew no better, blank slates

Commands of behavior and the known punishment for disobedience are a way culture dates

Peace and War, sharing matter with the last to come to the party, random photons of the Void

Damp or dry as a bone, it’s this & that, no words said, it’s understood God’s got a hemorrhoid.

Is the irreverence for someone other than me? Of course, I ain’t God & you ain’t either, God!

Holy ghosts and the temptations of Eve got all of the bums to agree, take it all for free, hotrod

Think or not, nothing really matters at all but commit a mortal sin & you’ll know it’s a mortal

Life & Death, rough Truth, tough Love, step up to the plate, we hit a homer & game’s all over.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XIXth, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Dreamt this one up while jammin to @RandyNewman #ILoveL.A. #Century #SantaMonica #Ventura #SixthStreet on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KcADqxnQA_4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?