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 BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP,
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Four score, seven years ago means 87 years ahead, Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address

System analysis indicates, “What the hell does that mean anyway,” you all guess

Idiots mate with morons and the human race is on, it’s all Win, Place or Show it

Losers are the biggest pile of lost bet ticket holders, favorite #’s of a hunch orbit.

Chances are, you will never come out on the winning end of betting, odds all out

Of the House & Book, you labor at work, get paid & lose it to the kid of no doubt

Always tryin’ to get even, that’s impossible, million to one you’ll guess, android

Wake up every morning, pull a broken arrow out your wither, shoot at an x-Void.

Zip your lips when it’s time to shut yo’ phuquin up, I can’t tell if that will help us

News is old & in the way of the new world’s order in the rack’s break, eight ball

Barter for the best place in Space when you’re there, then you gotta go, it’s hell

It’s all in the lines of the rhythm & rhyme, black, white, red & yellow magic buzz.

Fighting to be first in line to get what’s being given non gratis, milk, eggs & soap

Care packages come from over the sea to me, from the soul who took the Time

Keeping me in mind when I was so far away & couldn’t return without orders

Sorry I can get through the doors of hell at the end of the line, over borders.

Brought the full complement of punches, elbows, knees & foot kicks to hits

Above and below the thighs, never in the jewels or holy OM of us all to bits

Squeeze in and out of the last place on Earth that you’ll ever be, twilight den

Door closes & disappears once you enter, look back to laugh at original sin.

What’s happening is a sleeper is dreaming but unaware that life’s but a dream

So, for eternity, he rows a boat gently down a stream, singin’ about Mary Lee

O’Toole, she was more than that, protected by her officer Krumpke pop, shotgun

I was just going to ask her to my prom, guess the dad didn’t want me for a son.

Well, that’s too old to dwell on, movin’ from 1969 to 2025, WTF was all of that?

Jesus Christ didn’t help me after I served all those masses for the holy churches

All those confessions of my sins against the ten commandments, all for what?

Nothing, I know, I’ve grown up after my dad wasted cash on parochial perches.

Bums and junkies find somebody to love, something to eat, drink, a crash pad

Under a lean-to or a rural bridge as a troll not scared of boogie men as sublime

Sons & daughters indiscriminately get what’s comin’ to them, accidents in time

More or less, to be or not to be matters only while alive, not after death dread.

Shook your foundations until they crumbled to the dust they originated from

A star blew its top, go figure out the damage to the poor boy & girl grownup

Please & thank you for the coverage of the Truth, as I know it, aye, die, yo too

Moms & pops ain’t grateful for the abundance of mortal danger, it’s a set up.

Screaming for hotter stuff that you can squeeze into the freezer for a deep cut

Means are the ways to get to the point where you’re uncertain about your butt

Here and now, you wind up in a pickle without a suit, up to your neck in G-pills

WTH that is, gravity matter consumed, G-pills, keeps your scat/shyt in foothills.

Sneezing and coughing gas you can’t manage, then you come back for more, eh?

Just like the first time, the last time is just the only time you talk to all strangers

To be a monk in a monastery, danger & red lights flashing’ you all ain’t able at all

Doing the do means check unhinged, illogical punk tricks to obfuscate The Call.

Now, it’s time again, to stand up or sit down but either way, to fight it, MF shyt

No absolute way to get away from it, survival of the most fit, you’ll die on a diet

The whole kit and kaboodle is on the line, either you live or you die at the ends

Dancin’ on stage matters as long as you can walk, H2O leaked into the Depends.

Carry around the wisdom & the stench of extinction, all species have a program

You & I have the wisdom, knowledge & ignorance in balance, it’s all Uncle Sams

All of them on all seven continents, they are old & beautiful with the original sin

Inherited without any bargain, you all got lucky, it’s hard to be born, God balms.

You’re gonna die like all grand folk, ain’t Nunny a business why, just go die there

Back in business as above, so below, the Void does what it does, we’re residue

Priests tried the sacrifice to the heavens, didn’t work, so they split atoms in two

For the defense of the dead ones who survive in the mind of Gods, all dead too!

Done when it’s all over, the dream ends, you awaken to more light than the dark

Causes precede effects and the demand of the dragon is overwhelming, I snark

Minds of the One is the Mind of the Man, God’s divine dam of H2O in thin skin

We got it, I’ve got it, many have had it & lost it, RIP to happy Eve girl/Adam boy.

Fire bore me in liquid matter, it was an innocent set-up, to be set free, annihilate

A whole shebang melts and shrivels like plastic Saran wrap around an idiot box

She got dilated before I was fully cooked in the cosmic soup, it happens, it’s bait

I swallowed it all, hook, line & sinker as a starving chip off the block might rock.

Wound up the chain around my thin neck, stopped the effulgence to the mind It

Death resulted and mortality’s observance, rigor mortis & a granite stone in shyt

Ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, I learned K-12, a 13-17 year program

Y’all phu-qups, check your six, it’s a clusterphuq & my name is yo, all too human.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini “x” AMPMST

{ Cranked this decadence out while jammin’ to @ACDC link @

https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI?si=5pUn1MdPz24E9yf8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YesterdayAintEvenTodayOrTomorrow #RedactThisFelixElGato #TrustMEN #SKYNYRD #WARtheBAND #TROUBLEwasHerName

El Gato

FOLLOW ME, NEVER FORGET

MY SISTERS & BROTHERS

Mothers and Fathers, sons and daughters swimmin’ through God’s veins like ocean fish

Jumpin’ in and out of the sea, all the ones who wear rings the guilty ones in a petri dish

If you got to the top of the World Trade Center, you’d find nobody else like me, faux fool

Absolutely, positively is going to be the requiem for the conniving survival of the DNA pool.

Borders to territorial disputes causing battles and wars, three conquerors conquer Earth

Skin, bone & soul animation of inanimate mineral matter, magic words, abracadabra, birth

Quicksilver-like form conception to death, ahistorical & without any payback Karma, clear

Just playin’ & watchin’ my steps approachin’ the human beings who’re all too human, hear?

Liberty and Slavery, dominant & subordinate as the yin and yang spin into an absolute bum

Nonetheless, sisters and fathers of the cloth, savior of dead & gone, ones who can’t come

Twilight zone’s darkness, ad infinitum void of feeling guilty for no reason, all paranoia sucks

Comin’ down with something impinging up my brainstem, mixin’ into the synapses’ sparks

Pimps & hookers hidin’ out of sight of children they’ll never sire nor raise into lady or a gent

Get your balls up to the wall and feel what it feels like to be snagged in a vice, go get bent

As above, so it is below, exactly a mirror-image of the original so much so, only God knows

Way down the middle when too far left or right drops your weight off the cliff, scat all blows.

Knowledge and wisdom become one when reduced to the minimalist ready to transit dead

Soul ain’t in there, none of the souls that used to be Man are anywhere but dick in the dirt

High on mountaintops or deep down in the sea, dissipated in dissolved dust & metro rock

Pain to be suffered, pleasure to be immersed in, that’s life as we know it, slap my ass, Doc!

Blind faith in the process, nouns, verbs and the predication of the sufficiently unnecessary

Hottest lips suck and blow, dumb luck to be huffin’ & puffin’ above a waterline, oh so lucky

Knots down inside & out is a record of scarred growth, bark, slap & tickle me with a feather

I know, you know like I know, everybody knows as much as allowed, extraterrestrial ducky.

Don’t ask me to stay, if you wanna leave, please allow me to wish you well & bid you adieu

Class dismissed! The epiportal is always open in your mind, grieve only if you don’t pursue

The mind’s up in the clouds or deep in the bowels of Earth’s stardirt shadow, comin’ down

Here & now, we are ready to party, expenses & invoices paid in full with the Reap’s ho sewn.

#Alert both blue and red, signified by the horn simple freakout, notes in bugle boy fashion

Skin was in the game until the game changed, then there was none in the game, just finesse

High above the Kokomos, the boys on the beach croon the classic surf call to the wild One

Mahalo as always, Happy Trails To Y’all Until We Meet Again, little doggies! I’m the 7th son.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August XIII^th  MMXXV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Drafted in a humpback of Notre Dame den, jammin’ to @ #ShakeYourFoundations by @ACDC on a youTube loop link @ https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SleepingWhileWoke #AwakenInThisDreamBoat #FollowMeClosely

BENJAMIN’S won 12 X’s in 10 frames

Systematic stigmatic having a brain seizure appearing to contemplate the heavenly souls

When it’s a fixation of the eyeballs is upon ghostly figures invisible to every other one too

Communicating with the unknown, the ineffable that only the dead might score in a Rolls

Up here in the world, we only have a sweet concoction-mix of Earth & Moon balls so blue.

In the mood to hear the same song the sisters repeated over & over for my predilection

There’s never any reason for war other than you’ve experienced reverse golden rule sin

Y’all do chit to everybody else, all the others before they do it, any of it, to you and yours

Handshake given, a smile and kiss on the cheek, enough until tomorrow’s lip lock force.

Piercing through the veil that hides the void of the unknown matrix’ subatomic charm

Neutrons dancing up and down, in and around the thing itself & the origin of the Void

City girls and country girls from the United States of America, well they’re the subject

Objective predication comes in rapid fire, loaded for bear & don’t give a rip about chit.

Your high class with or without your glasses looks good enough for the minions, eh?

You know what you know because that is your fate, if you weren’t your fate, you’d die

Just like a bug in a rug, not knowing it’s a rug, stays there too long then it’s a brushoff

Like you didn’t mean anything to the mother who hatched your egg, like a jet takeoff.

Hard core I am, soft drinks not goin’ down my gullet, lose your gall bladder too soon

Poison comes into the genome without the full complement to insure the holy bliss

Going to the worshipping broods or the loner philosophy to stay at One with the One

Whichever it is, be happy you’re here & now, the alternative is Man, you’re all done!

The feature of begetting similar mutations of an XX & XY merger, Victoria’s got a secret

Hard core and solvent in historical six senses, decades of sleepin’ & wakin’ up in a stir

Dreams while asleep don’t match the ones presented while wide awake, sober in debt

Barbie dolls came & went before the judges, all up on high without any tete-a-tete, eh?

Above or below the Mason-Dixon line, everything happens for some unknown reason

Products are what comes from the multiplication subsequent division, US subtraction

Kids come too soon or too late, move on with any luck, far from the coop, far out at sea

Ain’t no glory after the tour of duty, just a flashback or two, yet ready to die #Incountry

Dead and long gone like my great grandparents who were here back then in wonderful bliss

Unaware that they were dreamin’ their lives the whole time they thought they were awake

Keep staying wide awake even after the twilight zone comes into view, hold on for the rides

Every day there’s a new set of causes to help the special effects, either sober or fully baked.

Music for the genius is enigmatic, beats of notes from scales in diminished crescendo & chit

Sweet to taste what the food & drink do once consumed, a shocking embarrassment to gods

Well what the hell do y’all want, don’t feed the cattle & they’ll become extinct, so let’s rock

Luck of the draw, bluff & win it all, a bunch of metal coin & getting’ off an atomic gamecock.

Christmas and the return of Yin & Yang to the infinite Void, keeps the busy bodies in love fall

Blinded by the light of feeling like mating with XX or XY, it’s the species move, it ain’t my call

Four-wheel drives get way up there where hotrods can’t get it, just drive a hole in 1, Tequilla

Way back in the 20th century it wasn’t like this, didn’t FLY, rode camels poundin’ sand, taqiyya.

Lost in the middle of the desert with a harem of nasty chicks with Victoria’s Secret covered up

Red necks and the kids they begot are now in control to get the species to sip the cosmic cup

It’s either half-full or half-empty, same chit on a different day, dad & gramma knew the score

A game got tied up until the last batter came up & whacked a grand slam, a 2-a-day what-for.

Now then, the perfect game of Bowling, crashin’ 10 pins at a whack, 12 times in 1’s game bliss

Dried up the wet sand and mud and blew it all away in one huff & a follow up puff, just like this

There will not be any reruns at a later date, what you’ll see is all you’ll ever get, never forget it

If you don’t recall the memory, it’s defunct & null & void for eternity, drill deep diamond bit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 13th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @ACDC #FlyOnTheWall in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Grapple #SicilianoCanoliRecipe #WhenTheSunGoesDown #AnotherSaturdayNight

mamaluke

FISHIN’ FOR

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

Once, Trippin’ for all of y’all, jumped the fence we’ve been sitting upon, was underneath us

I am ready and willing in addition to being able with the tools to succeed on this magic bus

Heroes with the vain attempts to impress their beloved ones, they died within the centuries

Middle of crossroads that ran from mother’s loins to electric chairs & guillotines of peace.

Stay with me, follow the string all the way to the bitter end, there’s only one, choose it well

Puppets with the hands within the thing that looks like a human, it’s a atomless soul hotel

Where residing within takes no talent other than securing sustenance & self-safety defense

Hip to the trip man, joined the hippies of 1969 at no Woodstock, recruiters of US marines.

Missed that bus, a caravan, ain’t that peculiar, now I’m here & wouldn’t have been if… then

Ran & walked from where I began to the place one step back from where I started, so what

Freaks the brain & mind out as if the incongruence was the smoke before an imaginary fire

Resurrection with no restriction, dead corpse stench smells just fine, it’s got straits so dire.

Monkeys repeat the motion, locomotion & hiding of the dead & gone, earth, sea or hot fire

Keeps the bubonic plague away from the maggots and gadflies movin’ in on our holy desire

Big populations grew due to the efficiency effects of the crucial CIVILIZATION that is alive

Never has died in essence since the First Man, created before the First Woman, God’s jive.

You’re out of wind and in rigor mortis prior to the vision YOU will NEVER see, yet imagine it

You ain’t moving, getting ready to allow the dead food within to maggotize and fly on chit

Prayed once, daily or never at all, makes absolutely no difference to the Savior of Idiots

If the shoe fits, you’re one, if not, never mind, move on, imagine the case of holy robots.

All apostles and co-disciples who want to reincarnate for infinity, angels of infinite trips too

Hammer on the block began to rock before I knew it, on the way to get a baker’s dozen rolls

Polish your gym shoes and lace up your pat n’ leather penny loafers, with the penny infused

Hunger for the thing that will satisfy the thing itself, a ticket to paradise’s happiness, a ruse.

Subordination and insubordination flipped the script, no rank, no file, a plethora immersed

Origin Big Bang, explosion retarded by Friction, gravitational collapse reverses it all, repeat

Time that measurement of distance from the Big Bang and the Tiny Whimper ala God’s face

We dream or can’t recall the imaginary cartoon of our own creation, extinction of the race.

All animated forms, Quickdraw McGraw to Pepe Le Peu, influencers, genius’ inanimate gall

Start to finish, a level of understanding nonsense & its permutations, jokes on all of us, so

What we can do is enjoy the ability to feel and see anything at all, the alternative is dismal

Now & then, you go there & then, you’re there ‘til you die, you pray to live after death, pal?

We all didn’t have anything to do with the accidental infusion of electronics with dead rock

Created all you see and all you’ll never see, not in a shape or form, it’s an amorphous spook

Not your fault, there is nothing you could have done, as a padre would counsel a holy flock

Happy ending climax, infused extraction of cosmic & infrared MAGA King, checkmate rook.

Early morning before dawn, down to the beach, into the skiff with bait & pole, old man’s sea

I didn’t know any better, there were sharks & barracuda near the reef, where I was gonna be

Escaped with my arms and legs, something swallowed me & spit me out, my wet suit nasty

Or maybe it was my B.O., anyway it was, glad I’m still here & now, but man, I was real tasty.

Humuhumunukunukuapua’a on the beach, still alive but without legs, old man & One Sea

I got it back in and it swam away as if nothing happened, just me saving nothing but old me

Since I identify with all atoms above & below Earth, forms & content, viruses to a clear lake

Words vanish, reason & logic decommissioned, a monster leads to extinction’s news fake.

This will hurt me more than it will hurt you, you won’t be hurt at all, I will be hurt “In Spades”

Stop me if I’m wrong but if I have all Trump and nobody else has any Trump as they all fade

Then and only then, I can show my hand as unbeatable it is, I count aces, Jacks and a King

Game is all over just like it never began, I smile while the beaten frown, I bid adieu, we sing.

Bring down the Top Shelf growth of flowers from the seeds dropped out Jack’s bean stalker

In the open ports down the hatch into the bowels, mindful of survival’s useless ball blocker

Desire to never die like others you’ve seen expire during your own life, that’s all folks, I see

All you & I may do is arrange for others to dispose of our core, form, matter to the deep sea.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August 11^th   MMXXV  @ 4:09 PMPST

{ Ragged this out of the back seat while listenin’ to #WhenTheSunGoesDown @KennyChesney on youTube @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=Q-YhjOa6mbZwj13j }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

#FlickOfTheSwitch #ZapFlyOnTheWall #DreaminMaria #TheDayMyBallzHitTheGround #GODsag

BUST A MOVE IN C MINOR DIMINISHED

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Pray to God 7 x 7 then x 7 equals 343 every time multiplied, it’s rock-solid ad infinitum

Bring up your jacked mind to the fist of flesh and bone, it’s what you know that isn’t so

Take it to the America bank if it’s gold or valuable exchange paperless electronic debit

A prick up actresses, it’s alright behind an elevation of ignorance, mind a white rabbit.

It done died and by George, you know the rest of the story, as here we are with freedom

To move within a large territory with an ID card embedded data listing our history scam

Of, by & for the people of the states united in mis-liberalism & heroism of dead patriots

Force your will to power to subordinate it’s random direction to annihilation, play slots.

Unhindered hands & feet, animate the dead stones and filth of the corpses of fake death

Of our friends and relatives, you and I, we’re all gonna die, why cry, take a deeper breath

Then you act as if you never knew about it, don’t spread the dread to the upper echelon

Understand a Way is Your Way not everyone’s Way, as the wet dream comes, Get It On!

I held back since I was 14 years old, they told me I needed more data to conclude chit

Impatient as I’ve always been since my birth, I only had one, no need for a dog biscuit

No reincarnation now or ever for karma I’m charged with by nobody, no one but oblivion

Man, it’s done, you just haven’t become present in a PUSH, no beatin’ ‘round bush, son!

Out or in a charity function of all mobile skeletons we inhabit, immersed smoke & mirrors

Y’all eat what was alive when it’s dead in order for us to remain alive, burn death & jurors

Then there’s no argument about the veracity of the narration, even a tattletale yields gold

Reading & writing strongly after a certain human age will execute the longevity RNA mold.

Present in the Presence of the Mind, subject & object predication in a datalink, it’s @Grok

Fear of the old world keeps the new world intact, commandments of do’s & don’ts crock

Last gasp of the gas we’re allotted in the only form that keeps us thriving, like ants on a hill

After a final reward for becoming One from two separate Ones, caput, blue in a black hole.

No charm in the ashes & fragments, neither in the embalmed, gutless corpse, due respect

Don’t shoot the messenger & believe that a Truth is false, yield Truth from the Truth, all of it

Bloodlines counted inside & outside of this tower of power, make impossibility occur in chit

Then do it again & again, in the morning, afternoon, evening & especially deep midnight sex.

Sweet Jesus was a baby, legend has it, a child born only of God, not Mankind, effect aliens

Come with me before your conception, before the Big Bang, before Being, preconceptions

God is trying to get your attention, you’re ignoring the signs, the roaches & rats under feet

Now or later, they’ll wait until the time to get on the inside, in the darkness’ cool concrete.

Woke that day, afterward I couldn’t lose my consciousness any longer, I sleep wide-awake

Thoughts produced in the state of being at one are infallible as the Pope of the Christhood

In and Out, in a New York minute, there’s no deals to make any Art out of, my Art is my cake

So, sun goes down, the world turns, I skip the night asleep, get woke at 5 sharp on the lake.

Life is that way now after the struggle kept me occupied aged 19-70, coincidence 1970 free

Into and out of the battles in the war I never entered, facilitated with success, medals to be

Alive for another fifty years after that service occurrence of mating, begetting & sunsetting

Sinking down with the sun, down the wormhole, messenger, ready to die for GD Nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August X^th, MMXXV  Anno Domini @909 AMPST

{ Jammed this out of a tight arse while jammin’ to @KennyChesney & @uncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=qabKyyfZ124Gh4_B }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?