ROCKIN' MORONS WITHIN THE MATRIX #RockyAndBullwinkle

THE SHADOW KNOWS,

AMIGAS DON’T SEE IT !

Soul left the bones when the blood spilled upon the highway to hell, speedin’ 100 MPH

409 c.i. engine under the hood scoop, four speed Hurst on the floor, purple metalflake

Didn’t mention dual quads and dual exhaust, nitro glycerin injected, I fly about 145 too

Without wings I either quit or flip out of love for momentum and centrifugal force blues.

No more aches and pains from head to toe, day and night I keep the bites off my tan skin

Nobody knew the place I dropped into town at, west of State Street, south of Chicago Av

Time of my life I had it 1951 to 1971, via Viet Nam wrecked the plan, it never began to end

G.I. bill got me two sons and an ex-wife to amend the tariff I never signed, I got me friend.

Seriously folks, matter and the formed shapes that coagulate from coast to coast, that’s all

Everything senses & reacts to stimuli from State street to Rush street to play for money ball

Sometimes you’ll regret you didn’t pursue Somethings all in the end, I got the Montana Stix

Crime and punishment are the most excellent deterrents to bad boys & girls without ethics.

Blood ran up and down the boulevards the day the Earth stood still; 2 missiles launched fire

Contained a nuclear reactor in the pointed cone atop the projectile full of flammable eyre

Glitch on the holy radar shows you have an incoming without the defense all gods to die for

Apes all nakedly most often, shave the stubble to become soft, smooth as a cool operator

Mothers conceiving, they know the routine, it ain’t in a testube’s centrifuge, zero mass go

Funk objective for the ones who don’t know any better than a jagged rock out the volcano

On being here and now with a constant buzz inside the head, mass of morons keeps it up

Magical and lucky charms keep the light bright, never fades until my final gasp of gas blow.

Money wasn’t just for nothing; it was to trade & buy the things that help pass the time here

In a sense, if this makes any sense, you hear and repeat the same old song without detour

Say not goodnight and kiss me slowly, tell me you’ll miss me, I’ll believe it as I’m dreamin’

Not wrong to be right because I know the Truth, counter example to lies, all sweet & sour.

The dream is a phantasm of smoke and mirrors, mental case is the mind of goddess DNA

Holy cows, cattle, herds of things living to be eaten or sheered from their winter coats’ wool

Love in the first and last place is just how you say how do you do, my friend, I’m your fool

No way can it be this good, it’s like plethora descended upon the mind’s Broadway play.

Staged for the story to be told when the experience is long gone & forgotten by everyone

Forget about facts, fill in the blanks with star dust and glowing representations of the fun

Lullaby under the moonlight turns into a serenade to the break of day, Chicago is it my son

Getaways get what they got, returned to sender’s address unknown, blown away oblivion.

Weather of the seasons mirrors the place in Space on the ecliptic, near or far from dirty rats

Moonlight and sunlight everything to be taken seriously by the age of Reason, work with pa

Took you to the cleaners to be useful when tasks require attention, I know you know it all

All kidding aside, there’s only one Bullwinkle & it’s a moose on a cartoon about rocky flats.

Peeling back the coverage, disguised power you & I see as Truth, we ain’t in a sugar Shack

Appealing to the senses, the food to masticate & sexual feeling to orgasmic, seminal fate

Books misread & then burned while makin’ love to the snakes and worms, nightmare chills

Y’all let go of me and you, it’s all been said, it is done, park’s far away, I want my Nickelback!

Heartbeat for someone once I saw her, left freedom to roam for protection of the heroine

Daddy told me all about it, he shined a light on the facts of life around 14, I knew it all, son

I even helped my dad out with some secrets & he had 6 kids right between the ashtray eyes

Filter the words to avoid the mean, bad boy commentary I gleaned, Daddy was a good one.

It means that it’s all fiction about yo’ reasons for living & dying, it’s a method to cover sins

Truth as it appears nakedly to all with eyes to see, that is unrepeatable, it’s a plethora of Pi

3.14 as a number resulting in infinity .1414141414 to the trillionth power, gone, I be too high

Long gone you may not be, but you will be an inevitable train wreck on the track to a Ends.

To be continued whether or not you like it, I start me up and I never stop, except for a jiffy

To stock up on more angel dust from above and below the planet’s burnt-out, hollow crust

Screwdrivers and Tom Collins are all y’all need to get through to the liver attack & atrophy

For the love of good times, drunk black-out times, early teens to seventies, cosmic dust.

Believe me & my words which match the thought & idea succumbed to by innocent tikes

Mother & father, sisters & brothers, all became the known to make a dead man cry, yikes

Ratchet up the volume, turn up the bass and down the treble, it’s right there on my cloud

Blue sky nearly already gone for the of the hippy, happy trip down in memory lane’s crowd.

Reduce understanding & the quest for the Truth about wisdom & knowledge, shams’ spree

You don’t care much about that, you either care about Nothing or the gods, some just One

Other than breathing air and eating and drinking the Earth to recycle it in waste and the son

Proof is in the pudding, but I ate that, nobody else will absorb that data, deleted, inner me.

So, preach to the choir boys and there will be nothing else remaining infinite Papal secrecy

There is nothing to see here, only you &I know the reason for being alive & dead here in D.C.

Black crows in a murder set get sweet & sour on you, depending on luck of the draw stitch

Tuckin’ your junk in between your skinny-boned thighs, that’s all Justice’s ham sandwich.

Lives but a fleeting moment, dance of shadows &light, eternal mosaic of dreams & reality.

From the cradle to the grave, we seek meaning in the chaos, solace in the unknown spree

In a grand tapestry of existence, threads are woven into a pattern too vast to comprehend.

The whispers of the wind carry secrets of the ages, tales of love lost, of triumph & despair.

Stars in the night sky are silent witnesses to our journey, guiding us with far-unyielding light.

In quiet moments, a world fades away, we find ourselves face to face with essence’s being.

In the end, it ain’t the answers we find, but the questions we ask that define our path’s song

Through pursuit of understanding, true beauty yields life’s eternal dance of The One’s gong.

Milder fever over a hundred and three, forever seeking & yearning, forever’s Earthbound too

Not only by mysteries that lie beyond perception but also adjusting to gum in the petri dish

As bacteria & viruses can do, they’ll do as long as they are fed by foreign ‘X’ ajar from a host

In an asexual manner, cells multiply as all too human populations do, all narrow divine fish.

Dirty work, I’m a wise oligarch who found out when I was infused with kink-hair of the Diddy

That this piece of work, here & now, as above and below it seems the same thing, employee

Employer before a Big Bang assault of the movers and shakers of the dream within a dream

It’s all loud & clear, Zero empty sets between negative & positive 1, OMG honeypot scheme.

Buns ain’t more than the appearance of beckoning entry, it’s a hot dog in paradise theorem

To get more of the least among us, there’s an a priori and a posteriori reflection to condemn

You sir and you madame, with due respect, the respective legends of cosmic chaos & order

Both of you, know it or not, become priest or nun, no matter, you all will fade away, (a purr).

No matter in any form of unnatural creation is the ends and means of the Void production

It will come once the gravitational collapse doesn’t allow further expansion into nowhere

Nothing you nor I or anyone alive or who will be after the non-aborted, nothing we can do

Absolutely and positively the only way to look at the appearance, it will all end when I go.

You now have a set gist of the exegesis of the storms and rain that comes from cosmic bliss

Ecstasy prequel wills its own way, I ain’t the One, you ain’t the One, One I can’t ever dismiss

Never gets as old as you are now, your present at 73 is such a prime number of an origin sin

Boredom of ennui is one & the same thing, set still, listen to a hiss, it’s a counter-revolution.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted jammin’ to @TheRollingStones link @  https://youtu.be/yebrw57wUeE }

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<3 @PabloPicasso <3

Shot Down In May * Picked Myself UP & Got Back In The Race @SinatraAtPost #StonesRollin'

GUT (that's life) PUNCH D.O.A.

For the ends which justify the means, nothing is left to look forward to, nothing is left over

Matter itself needs the Prime Mover to exist, it's Existentialism 101, a stroke of deep cover

For spies who spy on other spies & tattletale to their overlords to strategize defensive moves

If and when the starving & stupid arrive for handouts and become defiant peasant grooves.

Idiots and morons wear feet coverings to protect their soles and toes, without which they die

Clearly the two feet you comfort will supply the night and day moves, free choice gone awry

Not only will you forget the punch line to the joke, you'll also forget it was a joke at all, sigh

In a perpetual repitition since you can remember around One until the 70's, 20/20 visionary.

Meek & mild misunderstood as weakness, once the touch of a predator annoints it, gad Zeus

Ticking time bomb, a metronome keeps the beat of the treble and bass, live long & prosper Us

Jerking you around as if you're the one who needed to be jerked off, if that makes any sense

It does & if you follow the premises to the deduction, it's an indubitable trip on a magic bus.

Continued until the void swallows every atom, it's all natural, preconceived notion of divnity

High or low between the sheets or in outerspace between asteroids and planets, an unholy CD

Crumbs reversed back to the disorder of a whole, formed thing, 1 atom morphs back in the Past

Future shock with eyes wide open, blink 182 times & it does so inevitably, on time, to die for last.

Got to ride the storm out into the twilight zone between stars, billions of miles spaced apart too

You can't go between them without moving 186,000 miles per second/per second, in a blue hue

Kidding or not, the truth remains the same regardless of earth's rotation/revolution routine loop

Right or wrong to the innocent babies, boys and girls that either survive or turn into dead poop.

Smelling no soul in the rigor mortis, a want to hug dead love & a need to bury the corpse's dove

Conflict of interest in the twilight zone, very strange yet natural as being born between two  legs

On any day or night, it's Chicago in the outer limits of the twilight zone, recollect the dream pegs

Baby gets fear and screams loudly to disappear as if nobody was ever here at all, never my love.

I don't care one bit about your intention at this convention of minds & bodies formed well or not

Nothing the DNA can do about the recombination of random mergers, it's the luck of the draw

Nobody is lucky it's just that come have become what they've always were meant to be, perfect

Hidden until the right time to appear to the masses, all get kicks in the asses, each & every sect.

Religious or secular matters not a bit once the final gasp occurs, you'll see & you'll remember

It's always there waiting for y'all to get there, it's not an illusio, it's a human condition skewer

Fire up the BBQ and take down the Beware of the Dog sign off the gate, an open house I'm told

Big game on for 3 hours, we got the pool with score updates for the winner of 5 grand in gold.

Hair of the dog in my mouth again, how it happens when all I had was shots of spirits, I'm sure

Chased the dragon and never caught up to it, the wine ran out, I layed my head down on hot fur

It was a bear gettin' ready to claw my face & bones to scrap tooth picks, I yelled, "BEAR!" LOL

It ran fast on all fours then stopped & turned about to growl on two legs, big mouth, #DaBEAR.

It was no match for me, a bear could smell the scent a mile away, haven't seen H2O for weeks

Obviously, always upwind for myself so I am not disturbed by the aggressive scent, scat reeks

For reality is an eye opener after you've exited the home sweet home phase, lookin' for trouble

Every corner, every street, road, avenue, boulevard has a little bit of It, get some gold bubble.

Cash or apple-pay to the rescue, stands for gold nobody ever sees in any reflection in the H2O

You all know that you don't look a bit like who you think you look like to everyone in the world

Yet ignore your inner sanctum's Truth, your corpse can't reveal it to you, know the score, bro

Sons and daughters of the folks who roamed this dirt with or without the gods above and below.

Solid, liquid and gas are the forms manipulated by random low points in the Big Bang's blues

It's not important that you'll die someday before you know it, just forget about it, it'll kill yous

Nobody wants you here with the rest of the atoms, you're no atom and that's a factoid in play

Sultan of zero volume indicated via your own conscience, as giving one of your wives to a boy.

Signals via smoke can communicate if and only if you agree on the terms, art of an ace card deal

Sleight of hand can work the table in the room, with pictures on the walls monitoring the hands

Deuces to Kings and all cards in between from three to the diamond Queens of hearts and clubs

Only the highest ace of spades gets to the end without being a dead man's sign, a 3rd eye's seal.

Recollect your skills at comprehending complex thought that you're a genius, it is understood

Not because YOU wanted it to be that way, it's the luck of the draw, there's no favoritism cud

Nobody chews on favorites, only useful idiots are required to worship rocks and gravity suck

Toward the middle of the core, we stick to the ground of the flyin' rock of gas, eggs & a buck.

All there is can be multiplied by 1 infinite sideways eight, the product absolute zero in reverse

Hens layed them both for humans' high consumption of protein of birds in addition, evolution

Trillions of pounds of gold was stolen, the thieves regret their ignorance of cashing in on crime

As if you did it in reality, if you're in the same mindset, you're guilty in retrospect, in due Time.

Intercourse yourself if you know what that refers to, then just do it like Nike, it's a disinfectant

Nobody will ever be able to do THAT like you do, nobody ever born or ever will have existed, ant

One of the billions on Earth, none with personality or consciousness, killed by humanity's Raids

Sprayed & consumed by anthills & holes in red, brown & black dirt, eggs annhilated the species.

Blooms of the roses, daisies and tulips inhabit the cream of the dream, eyes wide open & awake

Windows to the invisible soul, a legend even to the ones who have one, implying that some don't

Just a few on Earth will know the facts of life at any one time, they pass it along prior to death

Only you know & I know what this means, if you don't know, you won't know, waste of breath.

Hence, therefore, so what about things you know happened before & after your own life?  Well...

Just forget about it, nothing you have any power to do about anything except living & dying you

That's Life!  All the people who were infused with biology and psychology know the Truth is So

Even blinded eyes by sunlight or spotlights from the artificial inseminators, drones of the Blow.

Chemicals mixed, dehydrated stuff, matter of the planet, ingested until bacteris & virus all die

Inside of your skull's brain down to your metatarsals of your feet, forms of all there is in the pie

3.14 is the thing itself, pi in or out of the sky, clouded or clearly sky's blue, I know I don't know

Existence analyzed with a metaphysical slant yields the nugatory, expanded & contracted flow.

Will to the power is enough to have the moment you die, all you'll need to lose the last gasp

Amusing yourself by giving up to the powers that be #NotYou, inside bars and concrete pens

Books read, love is dead after all is said and done, face the facts of life, you live and you die

That's all she wrote, that's all he wrote, nobody has more or less than the Truth, so Get High!

Once the thing itself gets into #TheZone, it will know what stasis is, no worry, to be happy too

As if there's any other way, to be sad and mad is NOT the way to be happy, that's Misery blue

Here and now is all I have, you may have more or less, good for you, it's my life, leave me alone

I'll leave you alone after this rant, you've come & now just go on, be gone dead skin and bone.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Disconnected from reality for the trip to the #Darkside link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2udbdAmdkc #BackToTheWorld }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Wait for the 11th on the 12th of NeverGonnaHappen @HEART @ACDC #ThatzLife @Sinatra #SRV

PHILADELPHIA OR CHICAGO,

JERSEY GIRLS DO ROCK US ROLLIN’ STONES

No looking back at all after today and not one more empty glass of Harvey Wallbangers’ up

Galliano, O.J. & the @OuterSpaceVodka bring you straight to the end of the galaxy’s top tip

Cream of the crop is the cream of the dream that never ends with death, immortally a Devil

Unless you choose no free choice, you will always have the free choice, to do good and evil.

Thinking that you have a relevance to the meaning of Life as we know, is a fool’s errand to me

Bloody good or bad, it is what it is, the word is made to be flesh & here and now it is, for free

Liberty and justice illusions of the innocent and weaker than they should be to survive all hell

Below or above us, pole to pole, around the equator meeting nowhere special in the deep pit.

Fissure only to the visual perception, without insight or eyesight at all, it’s all an accident of It

Moved the blown up Big Bang contents to make you here & now reading this & that in a skit

Nothing to worry about ‘cept dying with our eyes & mouths gaping wide open for big pharma

Lucky to have been here a moment, fortune to be on the list to reincarnate to even up karma.

I won’t lie because everything that I utter from the lips my parents granted me, it’s all so True

Shuffled off to Buffalo and jumped out Memphis to Tokyo & Australia, Egypt and jungle Peru

Found chit I wasn’t even looking for in the first place and with those clues to the ends, I’m In

With one or two folks always alive on Earth at any given time, who know the Truth is chokin’.

Priests first, baptism of the brain’s innocent mind, absorbed by the skull & crossbones below

Breaking waves changed my plan to surf the reef near the place nobody ever goes tide tow

Man and woman have tried & none have survived, it’s a mythological place only gods tempt

Immortal you must be or able to breathe with invisible fish gills, you drowned deep in debt.

Freedom being gaslit by the morons and idiots who want to be the pigs in the poke, no less

Needing to drag us all into the lair is their downfall, we’ll get bacon for years after the bless

Pork is good to go, bad to be without, need the bacon and sausage, it’ the pizza man, a scent

Tomatoes burnin’ flavor into the mushrooms, onion, peppers and garlic infusing the godsend.,

Earing gold and platinum rings around eight fingers, two thumbs and ten toes, is this for real?

Freedom and Justice for all, nobody gets out alive but if you got here, enjoy the ride, big deal

It’s an artful way to get the best outcome of a trade for goods and services, you dig, this is it

No kid on planet Earth wants to be knee high to any man, poor kids have no choice, little s#it.

Instant grief as soon as I get slapped by a hand, relative, friend or foe, it’s no thing, but I hit it

Right between the eyes, you won’t see it comin’, it’s nearly speed of sound animation bull chit

Movin’ with the rhythm and beat that absorbs the rhyme into the amalgamation of God’s sin

Loving to live life was not looked upon lightly by the all too human strugglers, they ain’t all in.

They needed & wanted a god to save them from the fake, pretend innocence, perpetual baby

Blood ran through the heart and mind but somehow the nurture failed to produce the Truth

Fancy clothes and tricky games to win or lose seem to be the thing of the species, a cult of I’s

To win & lose are the purposes for playin’ with or without rules, karma afoul, wisdom tooth.

Honey as magical as it tastes, comes out of the hive a little crazy, buzzin’ bees all over ol’ me

Days down the road, swelling and misery all gone, learned the hard way, stings of the honey

Died to meet you, on the way to the bar, a lady blew a red light, broadsided my 208-bone car

To the sky above and to the subterranean gaping hole within the Earth, it’s a burned-out star.

Bums used to be in the alley, now they’re atop of the concrete on Wall Street & waxing poetic

Groove like ones on vinyl records of the olden days, revolving 45 to 78 spins a minute, toc tic

Ready, get set & go, the grooves move it all from beginning to the end, without a scratch loop

That’s Life my friends, singin’ strangers never met, same chit different day, you got the scoop.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May 11^th MMXXV Anno Domini at 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @StevieRayVaughan & #DoubleTrouble on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p3z5tG85HIo }

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