RESURRECTION OF THE ERECTION IN THE PETTICOAT JUNCTION #HappyDazeDozeOff

ON BEING IN LUNAR ORBIT

There are times when you’re awake on Earth and something happens that changes everything

Problematic to be one and the same thing itself as it was above before conception’s bee sting

Knowledge and Wisdom provided magic to calm the creation down from life and death trip

Delirious as never before, breath taken away without warning, hookers pining for navy ships.

At sea, above or below the ground zero, left-over cosmic dust from the Big Bang smithereens

Everywhere that nowhere was before it’s natural voidness, that’s where it is, where it’s all at

It is the subject predicated unto the objects both indentured & independent of the matrixes

Think back, egg potential exceptional if only One code of Hammurabi survives the junk fixes.

Taxes and the things that go up in smoke, tax the smoke twice if necessary & sufficient too

Which it is always that way, my way or the highway, what I am is what I am, not one but two

Cast into the waves of the sea’s undertow, I’m goin’ down & I can’t holld my breath forever

Tiny bubbles can’t stay inside of me, gasp again & again until lungs fill with the 3rd of Never.

Keeping your power up your sleeve, out of sight & out of the minds of those who eat souls

You and I seeing eye to eye for this moment to purge the whole shebang, whatever it’s rolls

None of us may ever know, many have died clueless & more will be created in a black hole

Playing games without knowing the rules & without other players other than me, myself & I.

Platinum, gold & lead, Big Bang chaffe of molecular nuclei wax unstable, exponentially

Out of the question, you may not drop the subject and pretend you have a personality

Wind blown hair, make-up still immaculate as the conception was as well, her son died

But she was still a virgin, only an angel entered the inner sanctum, two wings up tied.

Perfectly divine and all too human at one and the same time, a conundrum third eye

For one reason or another, the fake facts of life are hidden from the ones who will to lie

Beginning with parents, lie to them, then your friends & every human you meet, in awe

Harmony is already awaiting, there now, you’re the One that Jesus’ children seek, so raw.

Pretend you’ve never been to Earth & here it is, Holy Saturday after Earthmen killed God

Politicians and the mob ruled over the guilt and innocence of girls & boys drivin’ a hotrod

Where you’ve been since your first feeling of Life, conception God never felt, too human

Must be a dream within a dream, begins & ends regardless, victim of a circumstantial sin.

If the whole world as we know it was and is and always will be a ghetto project

Trying to keep adults from mating with one another, making orphans I’ll protect

Welfare of the abandoned women, baby boys and girls is paramount to survival

Of, by & for the subspecies we’ve inherited a categorical imperative, y’all got it all.

Substance is a matter of fact & when sped up in its atomic evolution, it morphs to ‘0’

Paradise may be somewhere that has non-stop existence in an other-worldly paradise

This world to us all, appears closer to the jungle with predators & guys who are wise

Keeping your cards close to your vest, call the bluffs, bluff the straights, game over.

Bobbers floating in the pond, waiting for the bite I know will come sooner or later

Having a tizzy fit isn’t an optional reaction to following a pig in a poke to a slaughter

One survives all the abuse and other losses life involuntarily blowing away a lost mind

Portions of a groove happen without notice, other times it’s an act of will, to power.

High in the mountains as well as in your mind between your two deaf ears’ audio feed

Cheshire cat and the black & white Sylvester, reading Fantastic Four comics’ junk need

Sunshine again, before and after the pitch, black darkness’ content out of shape-form

Stroller and bubby took me home, mama did her thing, got to be a 73-year-old worm.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, April XIX^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ #Feckless attempt at reaching @Nirvana by Word Spells & amorphous confusion resulting in ambivalence and surreal astoundment, while listenin’ to Hymns To The Silence by @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/LTFdWuyI7ho }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EnteringAndBreakingYourMindsEyeIntoThePlethora #GhettoCabriniG

LET’S GET OUT OF HERE, RIGHT NOW!

Just drop a pen on a map if you want to send my power to the place in Space where it is

Fixin’ to move from the corral and the barn out to the wild, blue yonder, my horse is a jet

It flies itself, be a computer that I’ve strapped into for the duration of the mission’s magic

Like a video game for me, like the end of the world to the target, it’s the dead God’s dick.

Think about this now, I didn’t create this, don’t shoot the messenger, Truth is naked to you

Above and below the places that reproduce the species’ scent of a woman, God’s 1st choice

No need for any Adam’s down here on Earth, THAT was the accident, you’ve become so blue

Because of the accidents which are NEVER an accident per se, intention of both girls & boys.

Keep your secrets close to your vest, loose lips sync ships upon the sea, old men’s hot witch

Imagine a man overboard in the middle of the vastness of cosmic soup, fish food to enrich

Dressed to the nines apes monkeying around bars & taverns on the southside of the city’s Ins

Living alone or with a better half as old fashioned as your mother & father who divorced in sin.

It wasn’t their faults that other people got in between their love for one another, both were hot

It was in their genes to appear so fine to gazes of admirers and it was nobody’s fault, what I got

Accidental collision of hard & soft rocks of spinning dirt, hurling without resistance from a kid

They come from a moment of passion, understanding this & mating, making out where we hid.

Rolled the die one to six, both cubes rollin’ just to collide as if it was always meant to be, a cry

I got in some wrecks with cars, more than a couple, never drunk or high, wrong place’s hot lie

Immortally dripping with the feelings that flow like a waterfall of melted snow from up above

Here we go again, it’s this ad infinitum momentum that’s perpetual motion, high drunk, in love.

Bring back the ending that happened when I wasn’t paying attention, it was all in an instant

Began the day I snatched my first breath of gas & ended a day I gave up the ghost down yonder

Buried, burnt, annihilated from atom to atom, head to toe on the ultraviolet wavelength beam

Purple and kind of reddish-blue like a beam of the King, in darkness’ black light heaven sent.

Hard to move left or right, up or down since the weight you carry is not your own

Nazareth on this or the other side of the world, it’s here & there too, it’s holy blown

As if you had a place to hide when there’s no cover and there’s no hiding in the hall

Sons & daughters of the orphans who were born to the foolish barmaids’ who bawl.

Peer pressure blown the covers off the innocence of bastards, kids of hookers & bums

Responsible for obligations you never made yourself, yet inherited by default’s chums

Charges way to high to repay without nothing to show, hence, I squared the debt’s drag

One meeting with the bank and I got my refund in gold, my winnings in my saddle bag.

No kicking in my teeth, new chops thanks to Dr. Ng (DDS) up on Cripple Creek avenue

My martial art never seen except by the ones who’ve felt the dread of a hit by the lead

Evolution of the idea, to be or not to be is a refuge for the scoundrel who hides dread

Deep down where spirit and star dirt disappear from sight, no love & no god-am you.

Fresh mint in your memory from your grand-pappy’s garden off Ohio Street back alley

Down in the cellar with the homemade wine from Sicilian grape seed, fell off the truck

Or maybe it just got legs & walked off before the situation was long gone, seed of Huck

One of the Finns had to give up the ghost, it’s karma for fishin’ in the Mississippi valley.

I offer my sincere apology for the following words I’ll use to convey the first idea, Good

It comes before everything & it’s required to survive the hostile spin of Earth’s bad blood

Evil is Live spelled in reverse for a reason, 24 letters to choose from, nevertheless, hit chit

No more significant than your headache, heartache, foot ache or junk ache, ain’t havin’ it.

Recall the numbers from zero to the nines, both negative & positive points on an xy plane

Existence is about being awake & surviving in this hostile environment, we’re all gonna die

But the effort you made early in life to understand the nature of being, allows you the keys

To open up every locked door you’ll find was never locked in the first place, so say, “Please?”

By the time you get ready to lay your head down for the last time, I’ll already be dead & gone

I will write your name down on a cloud so I don’t forget the promise when you come knockin’

On heaven’s gate, where the winged one moves the barrier to & fro for the sake of the big One

Far below the sea level of salted H2O yielding the NaCl in a panic swallow, choke to death son.

I have an isosceles triangle superimposed upon an invisible space between your two ears’ hole

As above inside of a cave, where writing is on the wall, so below, it’s symbols on your holy soul

Full blindsided by blacklight, awe’s emptiness forgotten, recollect preconceived RNA in a womb

Boss embossed in shape, formatted to be perceived in a cause of effects, inane, pyramid tomb.

Looking in from the outside it appears what only a daddy could dig, out of sight of the mamas

Healing the sores and wounds to survive the pull to the death of our flesh and hardrock bones

Shy of nothing, bashful isn’t in the DNA, just a skill to make heads spin when they pay the cost

High as a box kite flyin’ to its 300-yard limit before the snap of a G-string, it don’t kill the host.

Compare the geometric forms to the analytic conceptual notions, it’s All good to be bad

But ugly isn’t in the future of the species, malformed malfunctions abort eggs’ Easter fad

Think about this, kill a man who speaks Truth to pagans who love a burnt sacrificial hotrod

Helping hands called disciples and apostles to spread the word about the unseen UFO god.

As far as the finale goes, you’re fired up & the tank is full, ready for the afterburner blows

Goin’ supersonic to break the barrier of the sounds goin’ to an infinite Void of rainbows

In cats and dogs that rained down out of nowhere, they’re the food for the queer robots

Look all too human, act all too humane, on the free rides & food stamps, .357 PhD shots.

Wine, beer and any other spirit in a bottle, brown, green or clear glass, it’ll get my swill

Down the hatch, droppin’ a shot for the dead brothers & sisters annihilated all free will

Decomposition is beyond good & evil, no will to power for a reprieve, can’t beg please

Useless yet a useful idiot on the way to Nirvana, lucky your ID confirms, I love to tease.

Last call, a murmur under breath at one fifty-five, the clocks always five minutes faster

Tending the bar or ruling the congress with the face and lips behind the person plaster

Eyes focused on the target’s center, no way to miss when you release the final breath

Huff & puff before the aim to fire, headshot as above, so below, Good life yields death.

Married with benefits with deception the mortal sin, unforgiven yet not guilty for it all

Innocence like the germination, the termination is without karma’s fury, keep it too real

You know La Flaca has the power to move the unmoved mover, 1st time, every single 1st

Closed eyes & lips agape, as rigor mortis was invited to the party, toe tag-like the worst.

You’ve got amigos and amigas from the past, although all have achieved Nirvana, all Fridays

Here and there within your memory bank, recollecting the way it was back in the old days

Margins between love and then next love that appears out of nowhere, as if you ring a bell

Yet a mere mortal guides me, what I am, who I am, what It is, well y’all that’s not debatable.

I ain’t your teacher, your instructor, your professor, your daddy but I have some good news

It’s almost that time when the things that have been goin’ on without reason for all of yous

It all becomes clear that you are the cause of effects you experience, it’s no accidental skit

Mark your place, you’re leaving Earth some decade, a moment in this Ghetto bovine s#it!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, April XVIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1215 PST

{ #Whacked out while jammin’ to @DonnyHathaway #NeverMyLoveAnthology #TheGhetto et al on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5uLM6DdTpmQ?si=jM0dUMD341BFjx8Z }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PaulReveresRide @ArmstrongAndGettyRadio @kste650AM #Stephananimation #HippyGooderFridayThanJesusHad #HearHoofbeats

DEUX KNOT
BECOME COMPLACENT

Doing the same thing every day, dawn to dusk, you roam this wild, blue yonder

The joke used to be on me until I got it, the joke is on anyone, every human critter

All born and raised on a deteriorating planet of H2O & other atomic photons aloft

Outerspace rocks anywhere else in cosmic dust other than in a hardened jagoff.

Topless tops or “XX” with the bottoms up, making out with your ½ sister’s mother

OMG, the world didn’t end though, Jesus Christ wouldn’t even forgive me brother

What it is you will find a wild guess, educated but without full credence, innocent

In error, inadvertently causing a final effect of Matter’s energy, Singularity Event.

Disruption in the middle of the nucleus, upset with the confinement, at zero gravity

One conglomeration of what’s been fission to what’s not fusion, a black hole sun tea

Hips shook and swayed, toes tapped, fingers snapped, all terror will be annihilated

Imploding charm’s electrons, neutrons & protons into nucleic holy grail, a plethora.

Can’t deport illegal immigrants, can’t deport legal immigrant punks, USA Supremacy

Stay out of this country if you ain’t a citizen or you’ll be deported, gang or Jesus, I see

I kid you not, no exceptions to rules, you’re a criminal, I’m a criminal, y’all ship’s ahoy

She’s the sensitive kind, the bad, bad girl, so careless with a delicate man, broke boy.

Criminal in your mind, ruling your decisions to cause effects or remain neutral to it all

Nothing you can do, nobody can do anything other than just be, all human, too human

Keep your feet off me, unless you’ve been pedicured by the hands of a witchy woman

Angels and the god’s damned fools who get their chit free, taxes refunded to No Man.

She’s blowing jobs and he’s cock-sure only in his own mind, Nature is in charge, et al

Simple to get to the end of life, taking one last breath, one more heartbeat, then caput

Mark your substance that you’ve got within your form as yours, neither more nor less

Treasure Gold, Silver & Platinum, rock social security, fraud ala Nothing, I’m @DOGE.

Fix your drunk attention on the bullseye in the middle of the target, hit or miss blues

No other choices other than kill or be killed in the battles with all live enemy crews

Absolute certainty of your death by the time you bite the age of reason, wise survive

Extinction grooming now in progress, logic and reason misapplied or unknown jive.

Beatles all beating beatniks until they cut fur and became chanting monkey bone

If & only if you have the blind faith of the dead ancestors will you be saved in death

That is the max best of the bovine scat produced to control the wild beast in us all

Innocent and tame as you are, girl or boy, you’ll die in the end, rigor mortis to Fall.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday April XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1506 hours

{ Rang the bell of this gem while sparkin’ up ‘1’ & jammin’ to @ACDC #ForThoseAboutToRock on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8fPf6L0XNvM?si=PJKJfAxhf66jfyoQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

JIMI HENDRIX MEMORIAL – RENTON, WASHINGTON, USA, NORTH AMERICA, WESTERN HEMISPHERE, 38^TH PARALLEL, F I R E!