#MilesDavis #SilkSmooth #MrBean #ImFLY #KoolMoDee #SnoopDogg #Springsteen YOU NEVER CAN TELL, CAN YOU?

DOGS IN FLIGHT ARE IN THE FIGHT

Pink as twenty two sixty sixes, misantropic as above, so below, see One & ya seen 'em all

Monkeys, female humans, male humans, smoking and drinking to death, shot by shot fall

To the underground with a bag of grenades, at the bar or in church at mass, praying to God

That you’ll live forever after death, life is a struggle & can’t be a reward in a fruit garden pod.

Simple mind, brain empty of gods, full of scatological terminology from the golden book ends

Hot or cold from the griddle, it’s grits to fill the innards full of the goods to turn to the mensa

Smart and bright as sunlight and secret intel nobody else knows but you, it’s occult magic sic

How and why are the reasons why Man exists, why Woman begets egg hatching like tok tik.

Live or dead, prove you see through the veils, tell me what’s on the other side of this thing

Itself all there is everywhere in Space, one dimension to the other, four cornered bar room

Drinks on me at the Last Call for alcohol, I got mine, you get yours here and now or never

Mainline between me & you, down here in the middle of nowhere, I’m in one Philly fever.

Brotherly love or not, I’ll take the hits head to toe, I’ve got skills to repel your assault head

Between your eyes, the last thing you’ll ever see is your eyelids’ skin inside as y’all are dead

Nothing like heaven or hell remains to house the invisible hoard of blessings and grace to be

High and mighty, low and downright negligible to the equation, Life equals a dead food tree.

Buy time, it’s not for sale, you’ll get nothing in return for the gold you spend, it’s priceless

All you have and will ever have is not enough to pay the price, settle for being shameless

Accept free things without remuneration just because you’re a princess or prince of the fall

From above and below the Earth, vacuum without gas is the rest of the story, have a ball.

You will do what we shall all do, live and then die, no recollecting the acts good or evil scat

Here’s a given, premises assumed to be true are actually false and contradictory to the fact

Those blinded and deaf hard of hearing people are the ones who paid sacrificial lamb chops

All for the above and below causes and effects of gas in syncopated locomotion, all Psi-ops.

All pumped so full of hot air that the rubber blew out past the rim liner, there’s no AAA’s

Nowhere in sight for the next car rollin’ through the Hell Hole in Nevada, an A-bombed It

Promoting the rhythm and the beat to make your toe tap and fingers pop the snap phase

Bimbos and Clod Hoppers have mingled behind a masquerade, fools droppin’ purple haze.

As if you care, you don’t except for yourself, you’re hunger, you’re thirst, need & desire It all

Birth to death, you & I are in for the duration, today, tomorrow, a year or decade et al, we fall

Complicated to have this blind faith in the unknown, the rational animal’s reasons for us being

Here for a while then forgotten for eternity, no soul sacrifice or karma fiasco, that’s all folks, &

Well, you’ve got a lot of nerve standing there in front of my face, fabricating the whole truth

Nothing but the Truth is a Lie, nobody knows the Truth, religion and philosophy all deep fakes

Not only was there Nothing but Space before a Big Bang but also there’ll be Nothing post it all

Wait and see what I mean, the day you’re incinerated or coffinited, dust in the windy city fall.

It is both marginal and universal, all sets of everything with a word for atomic anomalies as I’s

Egos that die as they’ve been conceived in holy darkness with no money maker, God dies guys

I will only say this once, do not shoot the messenger, if only you knew the day you were born

That you’re nothing but an out of control growth of RNA’s confusion, all about a blown horn.

Follow me into the rabbit hole, it’s dark but you’ll get used to the darkness’ dead silence too

Monkeys hate the solitary isolation, apes naked or folliculated for the mortal sin of the skin

Black, brown or flesh-wounded alabaster, bastards phuqin’ their sisters and mothers, kung fu

Hard to accept the Truth is a Lie, no proof either way, it’s all a 50/50 proposition’s original sin.

You didn’t request a soul vaccination, it was imposed upon your arms, invasive needle doom

Now there’s nothing left to see ahead of us all, naught but dead air, Outerspace’s dorm room

Subjects & predicates without a peep, nary an atom near another, spread out infinity’s scum

Blacksmith put it all together, metal forged transubstantiated the plethora, Be One, Ask One!

by

r j j  stephan i

c. Samedhi, 5-31-2025 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Sliced out the Cosmos while jammin’ to ‘thudding’ of @LouisPrima & @BennyGoodman #SingSingWithASwing youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Hzjrj6yUJvk?si=5gBwVijMySfVfTc6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Deduce the Inductive Logic Is Key To Extinction - Love, Mother Nature (Train Engine Roar) #AIRitself #ExtinctionOfEarthSpeciesGenomes

ALL ALONE, YOU’RE ALL THERE IS, NOTHING IS FULL OF TIME ITSELF

There are times when nobody knows anything about events appearing out of nowhere 
In other words, there’s either some sort of magical spell casting goin’ on or I’m a dreamer 
Eve asleep in bed, dreaming that I’m awake and alive in the anima of alpha Romeo DNA 
Trustworthy is a learned behavior, honoring the promise, the word to stay true to RNA.

Momentarily lapsing reason with illogical tautologies, truth is true because it’s true, so 
No lies are allowed to be articulated nor recorded in any language including mathematics 
Scores of wild horses kept me away from the heartland’s fresh hunt for souls of the dicks 
Men, all too human yet the only choice for humankind, embryos and infanticide tricks.

Bringing every tool in play to achieve the winning ending drive, in double overtime sequence 
Confessing to nobody since it’s nobody’s business but my own, I robbed yo’ mothers’ eggs 
It took me twenty years to raise the egg to become independent, an educated son of a fool 
Merged Science & Fiction as one & the same thing, It cursed Reality’s RNA gene cesspool.

Once the heartbeat ceases, it’s over, it’s done, no reprieve, you’ve entered the End Zone 
No touchdowns or touchbacks, safeties or field goals or extra points via overtime dronette 
No time to waste on trash heaps which will eventually morph into the black hole of The End 
It’s not my fault that you didn’t know this before now, your mama was a one trick pony spit.

No offense, just facts of life are enough to open even the star-blinded eyes’ TNT light blows 
Things themselves rock themselves to sleep every night by mid-bite more or less, chit flows 
I’m a local hero and I say that with a smile ‘cause I’ve been a little bit for a little while, got it 
Whiskey & beer for me, boilermakers in my skull & crossbones, we’re the only one left out. 

I was the king and the pauper dope, one extreme to the other with the gypsy girls from dads 
Who left their daughters all alone in this world, died or ran away from their life, all the cads 
Local hero was that one, smiled & moved onto the rails for the trail blazing function, far out 
Too far gone to come back, no comin’ back from your Ends, over your shoulder, boy scout!

Don’t get choked up when you flunk the exam, you didn’t study & thought you’d get the funk 
Nobody gets out alive, some karma clings, I’m First One, that’s it, that’s all folks, hero’s port 
Nobody left to save the minions, they’re all on their own, motherless-fatherless stone junk 
Playin’ no more, serious business, last gasp of gas approaches, caput, stiff rigor, I’m Mort!

It’s anathema to the real things, illusions fading with the real things that can’t be consumed 
Kings & all queens fulfilled the space between skull’s ears, checkmate, mortal man’s death 
Your own ma & pa, came & left in a puff of smoke, like a UFO, here & then all done groomed 
To believe blindly the faith offered by the demons and angels from Earth stardust’s breath.

Story told, forgotten and then the fiction began, five or six sensations from the mud & blood 
Drank the water and wine, changed it to the holy, sacred blood of the immortal semen flood
Don’t shoot the messenger, don’t take a stab at the Truth unless you know what A Nothing is 
If you don’t know Nothing, you are deceived into false bliss, kill Time, kill Space, that’s Bliss!

by 
r j j stephan i

c. Vendredi, May XXXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to the Loopdy-Loop of @Bruce_Springsteen #LocalHero on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7Ur_O8tfbL8?si=MemgwWEb_gp5t2Za }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?