#KissThis @AaronTippet #JudgeKnotLestYeBeAKnot #PuckerUpAndCloseYourEyez #EyeFiguredYouOut @Nickelback @Santana #TheSensitiveKind

RECUSE YOURSELF, EXCUSE ME?

Everyone you know, all the people you are familiar with, both the living & dead now & then

Some girls reproduce the species and the others become the ones who end on a death bed
Of evolved human DNA which came literally out of nowhere, to produce a Timeline for RNA
In random recombination due to motion of the deep, blue seas & dried up sand here today.

Hawks and buzzards down to invisible microbial life in subatomic form between your two ears
It’s all out and all in when you come right down to it, sweet and unexpected unknowable fear
Unknown comes and goes quickly, before you know it, leaving residual sands’ beaches & beer
Holy ghosts coming right out of nowhere, north to south poles, all around the alligator tears.

You live and you die, you don’t deserve it but nobody else deserves it either, good luck is all
Nothing more nor less than being in the right place at the right time, just to go Spring to Fall
Over & over again, ad infinitum with fortune on a journey high, soft narrow path to Nirvana
How low is the highest place you can breathe in and out to stay alive & healthy until manana.

Dogs and butterflies notwithstanding, harm comes to those who lose a grip, being in freefall
As the day you & I were all born, the day before was the same, day after I die, also, identical
Life savers rotted your teeth and ruined your gums, chewed, bit, ground-up matter from hell
Drunk on what beans’ brew allowed, power of the photosynthetic, an anthropomorphic cell.

Hope, Faith & loving Charity for everything & every moment gifted from above, as it is below
Payoff from the ones you’re beholding to, bought your mansion & your speedster so mellow
For once in your life, stop in the name of love, begin shakin’ hands with gods of Gold in back
Bringing it home from first base, triple over the centerfielder’s head, off the wall warn track.

Hot as melted ice boiling away into the steam that causes the rain in a plethora of cloud nines
Middle finger is cool if you know what it means, one on each hand simultaneously, hand signs
Pigs with no lipstick is all we have and they’re all in the poke for the duration of makin’ bacon
In a ball of confusion, too hot to see, to hear, to taste, to feel but easy to convolute into skin.

Bones covered up with the organic functioning from skull to metatarsals, soul a construct of 1
Fear of becoming dead & gone, either by old age or infirmity’s accidental, homicidal clown fun
Higher than the center of the core, moving from being at rest to the speed of light in a photon
How dare you sir? If I might be honest a moment, I challenge you to a duel, deal will be done.

Hill to climb whether you like it or not, you’ve been deposited at a bottom in quest of the tops
Listen to the music, from minds to hearts that rock and roll in a wave of classical country flops
Our cash, old gold, our debits will all become the smoke they were before the origin of Time
Space allows no witness to the Singularity, epistemological mire & muck, go phuq the rhyme.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 3-7 MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Rockin’ words out during a loop of @Nickelback #ShakinHands on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y-j8g2v0IFg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

{ SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT THIS FAR BY JUST SHAKIN’ HANDS! }

MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!  HBD DINO!

 

@LinkinPark #HITS2025

O SOLO MIO

Skin in a Sorry game from you to Outerspace above the sky, in & outta here, all of me
La vita is all there is, dawn ‘til dusk, then it all ends in a penultimate finale, freed free
Hits or misses the mark, the bull’s eye right smack in the middle of it all, arrow points
Mark this momentary lapse of the ovum’s benediction as initiation smokin’ the joints.

Higher than any woman or man should ever be, you know it if you know it, if not, well
Then it is what it is, you may never know, you may pass away without the Nirvana pill
Not many receive it non-gratis except the worthy due to relation to the innocent gods
Before birth all in flesh & blood, the unknown was known, forgotten phuqin’ hot rods.

We didn’t have to be here learning how to love and beget more of the many, too many
A geometric progression from two to too many is the modus operandi for extinctions
Species already gone in perpetuity and will be gone whenever the atom splits energy
Not only but also every single one of the many has it all & nothing more than A to G.

Talkin’ sharps, flats, sevenths & diminished, all the chords in rows of stanzas from high
Above or below the clouds that coverup the action nobody could handle & retain sanity
Enjoy the trip we’re all on, hit any name in the book from A through Z, in synchronicity
Hope and Faith determine the opportunities at random, until It all becomes One to die.

We’ve all been up and down depending on our luck being raised in this vacuum’s Space
Good, evil, beautiful & ugly, ungifted random DNA recombination formation of the face
It’s the animal attraction of the form to recombine the DNA without regard to free wills
This MO was required to civilize the animal nature within, in search of climaxing skills.

Angles within the triangles leave the complementary outer angles the difference from 180
You cannot make this theoretical any clearer, you’ve got to get an angle on the shebang
All of it, not just some of it, little or nothing, unacceptable cause of extinction, cross the T
Nothing for the cure, nothing is the cure and there’s nothing less than this hot bang-bang.

Man on Earth, please stay down there, quit sending the protoplasm far above the rock world
Where gas turns liquid and flows from poles to equator in streams and rivers of love curled
Knowledge is wisdom to proceed everywhere in stealth mode, in the light and in the darker
Places from pole to pole, the imaginary places unseen because they’re the process’ marker.

Graves, stones of memory to survive the skin and bones, souls and spirits created in grace
Just because the Divine wanted to pretend not to be Divine, experience Life & Death’s face
Solo or with the ones who pretend to be friends and enemies depending on your awareness
Being a hermit, introvert at One with Being, atom to nebula, never, ever love y’all any less.

Required for happiness is the air you breathe and the freedom you feel to say and do it all
No holds barred and there actually never were holds, it was all in the programmed of minds
Ones who left the commandments and theorems for study and implementation, pass the ball
Shoot to thrill, bull’s eye there at dead center, let it go, point enter goals and holes’ shrines.

Meat & all it is, dead animal remains’ filet or patty, all too human way to be God’s carnivore
Pressure outside of the protected limit of influence, nothing to worry about, it’s a broken back
What you see is what you get, it’s not a promise but it’s an educated guess, in & out the door
Flocks fly in for the season, that’s the suspense of reason overwhelms even a loving La Flaca.

Daunting future coming whether you see it comin’ or not, even if you do, there’s no escape
You came to conquer the nature of the beast, now is your chance, first or last, conceived rape
Baby into enculturated protoplasm to enhance the culture & leave nothing but ash & smoke
Fire burning, heart beating, circulating the hot blood in a puddle of mud, all in a back stroke.

Your gold is good and everybody takes it with a grain of salt, that’s not the biochemistry plan
What it is today an yesterday is the same as it’ll be tomorrow & on to the finale, barcode scan
Squared to the cube, 2, 4, 6, 8, who do we appreciate? Historical bookmakers, angels in skits
No existence for you or me without them, the odds are you lose to the house, pay your debts.

I’m listening to your voice but I neither hear nor understand what you’re saying, speak softly
Carry a big stick, make it pointy on one end in case you need to make a point a bitter strongly
Looking within for the response to the query yields more of the above and less of the below
Talking, to anyone and everyone except your Self, that is the Way, narrow, fly like a sparrow.

 by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March 5^th MMXXV Anno Domini @444 PMPST

{ Complicated this rendering of #ThoughtOuttaNowhere with more word salad fodder for Truth kindling, & listenin’ to @MichaelJackson #Xscape version on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GZyp6adOog0?si=Lu_yTBxkZ3NlMqYI }
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W.W.A.R.D.?