#EyeWonder #DirtyLowDown #ShortPeepoGotNobody #CHINA #KungFu #FarSideOfTheMOON @Caitlin_Clark @Kaleena_Smith

 

@Kaleena_Smith

@Caitlin_Clark

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YOUR FACE O'ER HERE, 
O'ER THERE, EVERYWHERE 
I WAS WHAT WAS AROUND ME

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I see nothing but the things that reflect the sun’s light, stars animated
Why it had to be this mortal way? Nobody can tell, God knows, that said

I met this chick in a apple tree garden, got snake bit & now I'm Mr. Rude
In a stupor since the first slap on Adam's arse, gave me a break out a void.

Gave me two steps toward the door that night in Memphis, I’m told, see
I thought I had three steps like the song said but it was a ruse, I’m free
I’ll tell my father you yelled with a loud voice at me, you misunderstood
Baby let’s cruise away from here, no contraindication of mind’s mood.

When we’re cruising together, you sit close to me, hand on my lap, God
Took my mind off the road for a moment in Time, flew away to a grave
Apes without the hair everywhere, head to toe, a humanitarian wave
Surprise that there’s no mind without a human body, a tool, a hotrod.

Seems that the illusions have become inserted into the canard of love
In love, out of love, anti-love in the same life, as Adam, Eve & a Trumpf
Knuckles bare for the fight for the freedom at the finish line, come in 1st
As above, so below, no free will-choice, like it or not, it could be worse.

Appearance behind curtains for the puppets who don’t know the scoop
Not their fault, it’s the nature of a beast, occult secret divulged in poop
Reality is dreamscape, after life nobody returns, it’s out this world, fool
Ask any astronaut who flew up & came back due to a gravitational pull.

Change or remain the same, like the poet’s song before the notes wrote
Out of the twilight zone, where they float awaiting insemination’s bloat
One cell leads to the Many united into a conglomeration of an acid’s trip
Walking substance & form, heard it all through the grapevine, a lip slip.

Secret in one ear and out the other, it means that much to the cosmic G
Gangsters and their mothers, also gangsters, spawned the life of Evil B
Trick is to realize that the joke is always on you, then you’re so GD wise
Gods are aware, all know you’re a mortal spirit stuck to philosophize.

About why Life exists anywhere after the Big Bang, yet here we all are
I want you back like you never left me all alone, keep this in your mind
Let me tell you now, ready to copy? It’s too late to take a second look too
Nevermore will anyone ever again breach the electron mass of matter.

Extinction was always the only final end, I think, hence I am simply me
No more nor less, descendant of a Beast's Big Bang door slam, fine to be
Good feelings are the best you can hope for because you never knew this
Story is, something’s got a hold on me, you & your mama too, what It is.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 6-28-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 420 AMPST

{ Cracked this little ditty out of my noggin during maximum consternation with the mamas & papas of 2025 worldwide while jammin’ to #MotownHits link @ https://youtu.be/-nR8mz1a2ck?si=95Wa3UOo7kYBdzTa }

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@RobZombie #RockPebblesIntoBettyBoos #LickLifeCoonDog #LaFlaca

APPEARANCES TEMPORARY, INVISIBLE INK PERMANENT MARKER SCARLET CRACKER

Bills are with the other unpaid invoices on top of my desk, nobody covers me

All on my own without anyone watchin’ my back other than my dogs & cats

At least before they died, they all died and now this here is then, it came around

It will get ripe with inevitable aging in the darkness where it’s cold & damp as tell.

As it was it will always be, piece of the Big Bang caught in the starshine awash

Barfly moved from one piece of scat to another, at the bar or set at the table

Either or both ways, there’s a word for that & it’s near ecstatic, all so eccentric

Merged into the plethora, subdivision of Bodhi Satva mi amigo, Jelly Roll sick!

Fair game when the rules have been hidden or broken for the grifter’s advantage

It’s a song sung, note for note as it was written by grown men called proud boys

Miguel or Giuseppe getting all jiggy wit it, meaning just rockin’ & poppin’ a stack

Throwdown with the brothers from the other mothers, some cousins all smack.

Hard line and soft bellies keepin’ everything on the up and up, down below

In and out of the places that get dirty when they’re loud and proud, yeah, so

Out the side of your mouth that I smacked that last time you said “Divorce”

Known quantity with some gravitational heaviness due to momentum force.

Double barrel clean, locked & loaded, ready for the fierce haters of just me

Nothing personal that I allow to be in the world as we know it, all generality

Proud & loud, phantom flip of the coin, luck of the draw is all I’ve ever known

Blue flames again, what’s the 6-5-9? Y’all keep a mud flow raising One’s #Hell.

OK, everybody reach for the sky, yo’ mothers will see y’all again in the bye & bye

Simple mind completing the complex equation of inequality to zero, more or less

I know nothing more than the baby knew that rolled out of the deep space hole

Between my mother’s beautiful legs that carried me 9 months for a God’s bless.

Pray to the holy Nothing between your conception & death, easy to see the Truth

It’s a subject and predication of all things from jelly rolls to the outhouse’s booth

Mama mia, now I know the things themselves that filled my chill in the backwood

How I wanted it to be, guitar and blunt forces grown seed to flower, skip the food.

Schism so deeply cut, only a six pack or two can hold the fuzzy navels in the bellies

Cocks crow for the hens to get ready for the hunt, the mount & the fishin’ guppies

Big one got away from me, my line’s test was insufficient to hold my own, jelly roll

In my hand, sugar all over it & bursting with the cherry-berry, ‘tween toke’s bowls.

Drinkin’ shine, smokin’ pine and nobody gets in without my permission, OG creeks

Flow downstream, guppies nailing the microcosm with all anti-viral bacteria geeks

Gone away with a noise I couldn’t make all alone, needed dreams within a dream

Conceived & born in red blood, sweat & tears, thanks mama, I heard you scream!

Blown budget with the job unfinished, blow job necessary & sufficient for a sinner

Ones who inherited forefathers & foremother RNA, nerves of Apples’ bytes & beer

Mink stoles from the skin of crawling creatures to keep naked ape’s bones warmer

Until ice returns & freezes the skaters in slow motion, whispering angels in my ear.

Gods aren’t onto the evolutionary hijacking bandwagon, accidental life on Earth

Dirty star leftovers, blown away with the open books and open minds from birth

I can handle the Truth, it’s all the way it must be, no free will or a choice, Godam

Back from dread, dead impossible to be blue-black or black & blue, phuq Adam.

Superfluous elimination of all quality and quantity of mass, no matter, dig sigmoid

Scat unbelievable if you reach the deductions and inductions, thing itself is a Void

Playing with you in a sandbox but it ain’t more than a passing egg-sperm cadaver

Showing your age from zygote to rigor mortis payback, stolen soul alone, a grifter.

Stolen, borrowed, bought, traded needs & wants, leftover swag from dead-living

Couldn’t take any of it with them, allstars of boys, girls, all 208 bones each cringing

Bet on the last man standing to be the only one left alive, no other skin the games

Mine and the conglomeration of subjective predication, iced, opinionated fame.

Honey ain’t blue for a reason, Blues can’t see past the darkness of twilight zones

Shovels of dirt diggin’ my grave, day after day, night after night, holy spirit moans

Outside of the stratosphere where astronauts & cosmologists tread empty notions

Witches and the magics spells I memorized, forgiven holy women hit men for sins.

Hugs & kisses at once, for One & One for all, lust old Gold, empty divine, demigod

Hills into mountains & vanished without knowing, no way to recollect your hotrod

Souls and hearts unevenly distributed, it’s luck of the draw, nothing personal, Man

In the game, rules made to be breached dissolve, gold, gods, old Void, too human.

Roads rush under our rock or rubber wheels, locomotion at the end of the victory

Over and under what you can’t recollect, there’s a matrix of unknowing it all, I see

Much but not everything is observable to Mucho extrasensory perception, my son

Genius’ souls at one & the same measure, idiotic morons up to me, we’re all done.

Somewhere else than right here and now is nowhere at all in this universe, a Void

Crispy critters & frozen bananas forgotten divinity effulgence yin romance of Freud

Breathe deeply while you’re able, it’s an automatic reflex of a diaphragm & plexus

Venice to Palermo, New York to Chicago & down a proverbial drain’s golden states.

We crumble or amalgamate for no reason at all other than gravity’s cadaver plots

Blues sang until it all turns black, can’t see when blinded by black lights of a Truth

It was built in a day and it crumbled into rubble in one night, cryin’ tears of jokers

No punch lines to make you laugh only ones that turn it all, Black on Blue whores.

Schism of the scat that everyone believes without proof, it’s not at all academic

Jokes are both on you & I for having this leap of Faith in absolute subzero polemic

Argue for or against a tripping thing itself, y’all a plethora of herds, in Outerspace

Subatomic cells nevermore once extinct, species and genus of homo sapiens face.

Silence better than prayer, empty words denoting the absurd nature of real chit

Values of worthlessness due to being polluted by all too human recombinant slits

Dice rolled, winning more than I was ever losing, I quit & cashed in as if I got over

Vision in or out of the blown jobs our grandmothers struggled to suck in a lover.

Beans grown to seize the moment that won’t come while we exist in the Present

Past and Future are figments of a vain hope in immortality, shrugging at dissent

Don’t believe me, believe the top-secret information from the secretive clerical ilk

Eat and drink, defecate, urinate, regurgitate in the tragedy & comedy, I got milk!

Buckle up buttercup and find your mojo right there in the middle of your heading

Dream about all past days being in a daze or wide awake as cloud 9’s room dining

Par for the course, I have no handicap since I usually birdie all 36 difficult 3” slips

Twinkle stars an illusion of hindsight, crackers croak as bloods spawn with crips.

Woke up at my wake, in the casket at the front of the back room, gangster flood

To pay respect to the one that got away, the 1st #GotAway in the second city mood

On 47th street or up on Harlem & Devon, it’s the blocks of babies who grew up old

Games’ over, patience has run its course, instant gratification of diamonds & gold.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 6-26-2025 AD @111 PMPST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #TouchOfGrey @GratefulDead #DeadAir on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mzvk0fWtCs0?si=w9uaSVjzzyv9SYh8 }

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