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I Feel Nothing Like This At All

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Goddess damn the mothers of the fathers who trespass amongst us, gravity collapses it

Into the black hole that has always been ready to consume everything in subatomic split

Playin’ juice harps and banjos to disguise your sound of silence, music to divinity’s ears

Which is the correct path to the final ending of the epic saga, my life, yours too, 96 tears.

Before the last four tears, you cease and desist the motion of the ocean, stagnated hole

Just 96 are allowed to crying babies who come out of the darkness, bloody money rolled

Into mothers we inject the Truth & Understanding only to be wasted & annihilated to be

Like every other thing that ever lived on Earth, they all died, we’re gonna die out at sea.

Annihilated it all before Time and Space manufactured DNA & RNA, the gods created God

God X created it, Nothing, whatever Ego & Id may be, we all get the death penalty, hotrod

Nevertheless, even though it’s all set in stone, our tombstones reflect an innocence of it all

Nevermore, nevertheless, it’s the way it is, the way it has always been, my way or highway.

Peering deeply into a vortex of holy water, blessing my crown, my solar plexus & wings too

Tears pouring out of nowhere, a holy hole near the edge of my eyes, strange river runs blue

Sad to say, you can run out of the flow, it’s a sorrow and joy thing, you know like I know, son

Breeds of Hu Man, Dog, Fish, Snake & Bird can keep the whole shebang in gear, in revolution.

Blowing the air through the holes, some small & others not so tiny, it sounds like love of life

It’s the way it’s always going to be from now until the end of eternity, both a husband & wife

Shared until forgotten the shared again, forgotten again, ad infinitum, how long it takes, chill

Whiskey, ale and the buds of Mary for all, grade, higher education, PhD in my divine free Will

Berries, nuts, BBQ’d dead meat, jerky and leftover anserine for the cats and dogs of the wars

Minced the rest for the pancakes, prisoners of peace breaking bread with prisoners of battles

Missing limbs, missing minds to the shell-shock of mothers of all bombs & their kinfolk debt

But in the end, as above, so below, you weren’t here before & won’t be after, special effect.

‘Crazy on me & you’ mixes into the elixir of Valhalla where Viking & VI queen meet for Ends

Before it began it was always going to end, inevitable as Earth’s spins & revolution sins’ bends

Allow introductions because nobody gets out of this life alive, know the unknown as yourself

Piles of trials presented & resolved, soft, sweet, she’s my glass of wine, “I” bloods on a shelf.

Drunk on bloody alcohol, operated as a good surgeon would, cuttin’ & stitchin’ for the One

Spirit wants health and no pain, it’s arranged by the Karma measure, do unto others is fun

Getting the happiness emanating out of the mean & evil ones is better than being all spent

Survival havin’ fun, keepin’ our bones free to roam, letters from gaol or prison, never sent.

Better than all of the rest, I never lie except when lives depend on my words, then I’m One

Weaver of blind faith beliefs as if God things really happened, as above, so below, it’s done

Speakin’ and singin’ right from the heart, beats every second, every minute, every day too

Asleep at the wheel, on the way to work, I fell asleep, I crashed into a tree, Fuck, I’m Blue!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, IX-XX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Gilded this piece of work, Pulitzer material while jammin’ in a loop to @BlakeShelton  #HONEYBEE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA?si=1BjwtSGeeSO0XkLZ }

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D N A

Affirmative action will decimate the gene pool with inferior inherited alleles to the code

Nothing personal, it’s the luck of the draw for each & everyone above and below mode

Sips from the mother chalice of wine transmuted into blood, to drink in priests’ high ‘hell

Withered into corpses in the end, like all the rest of the sheeple, Jesus’ one of the people.

Invested Zone Time in this Space in order to analyze the categories of the dialectic for giggles

It doesn’t get any better than life in a body on Earth, the alternative is bleak & at best wiggles

Beaches to mountaintops & back down to the uttermost echelon of the sea, submarine low

To the center of the Earth’s centermost core, to test its nature and health’s whistle and blow.

Bring your mind’s eye to a cyclops optometrist for examining Deadhead mummies, too human

UFO’s and nuclear missiles are in a big battle above the atmosphere, all night long fanatic fan

Hurt yourself to feel the pain of being a living, damaged form of being, what is your purpose

Just to feel that deep down in the soul & from head to toe, blown higher buds of a primrose.

Skin in the game as if you needed it to be or not to be what you were your first moment in Time

Fill the mouth with empty words that signify nothing more than a blow of wind on a thin dime

After a final tick of the game clock, it’s all over a holy evening duration, DOA arrival, M.A.S.H

Die & burn or be buried, the flower from seed to its withered death, it’s an influencer’s stache.

Dolls in the houses, ridin’ in the hotrods, getting’ down & dirty because it’s the only thing to do

Other than go to sleep & eat, liberty is everything and there’s no other thing anywhere at all, so

Hits and misses on the target tell the story of concentration upon absolute zero, a nugatory zero

Waiting for the end of the Times, history repeats the annihilation & reincarnation of a pharaoh.

You know it’s the Truth, you experienced the thing itself & repercussions of the results’ tomb

Dead food we cook & eat, it happens to us eventually, we rot if not boiled in pot or fried in pan

Symptoms & diagnosis be damned, flyin’ by the seat of our pants & panties, it’s a neutrality law

Broad road, no shoulder on the left or right, side of the mountain’s sheer cliffs, Truth is so raw.

Grief is the opposite of Delight, a jubilation that ends and leaves a vacuum for the happy ends

Keeping the real things on top of the analysis, all abstractions leading to the holy, best friends

Existential wonder and a counter-revolutionary, phenomenal display of consciousness’ nothing

To the imagination or unconscious entity that may or may not survive death, a bar in Sing-Sing.

Torch on fire with a perpetual flame, in Space and Time, a conclusion results in a woke ending

Dreamscape from each separate animation, every single man and sad woman in good standing

Double seven, double one, hits as a proverbial bull’s eye, middle of the road is narrow too, so-so

Drums up 1% trans genders, untamed, gone wild post high school & college, road’s kill daddio!

To generate the catalyst of a species’ extinction, raise single parent households, secure welfare

For dependent bastards whose fathers embraced getting away from the true love of Thorofare

Stress is the catalyst to cause mankind to STOP intercourse either in utero or not, God, my man

Whatever you have believed before this moment, a blind faith without evidence, your B.S. Iran.

Garden of Paradise to planet Earth’s necessary condition, success of mortal souls, here & now

Had to be this way, this way is sufficient to cause the key effect leading to the Singularity below

Or above as the case may be, for whom this may concern may not be born yet, the moose moos

General & particular events right in front of your eyes, the petri dish of bacteria is on the loose.

Grandmothers & their inseminators are both legitimate & other methods, good, bad & the ugly

Hits on the mothers who came before all fathers came, no idiots or morons beget a genius party

Pulled the gasps into the bottom of the lungs, breath held for ransom & exhaled jewels & gold

Hypnotized your mind through the words’ sounds, follow the bouncing balls, god-danm the old.

Metaphysics begins & ends in this space, between margins top, bottom & sides, two dimensions

On the short end of a stick, it’s always lonely because only a true friend is left to bury you under

Taker of the souls requires the return to the original state of your being, a sperm & a DNA eggs

Heaven and Earth are all the species knows, calling Time Tik-Tok & Cyberspace home of legs.

Bipedaling, not crawling, burrowing, jumping or flying, just one foot in front the other, we walk

Up and down, back and forth, testing the Many to find the Ones but WHO the testers are? Talk

Amongst yourselves or internally solo conversation no one else is ever privy to, talk about trivia

Come a proverbial ending, it’ll arrive when least expected, so y’all get ready ‘cause here I come.

Head is dead, corpus dillecti finishing the full Monty on the 208 bones, I ain’t comin’ back ever

Reincarnate what? Nothing. My ability to swallow blind Faith is devoid of recollection, forever

Known and unknown, equality and inequality, steep your pelvic bones inside idiots of Marxism

Roll away the stone from the cave’s entrance, clear light shines on the Truth, no accidental jism.

Hard rock is cancelling you between the two planks of stone, squeezed & smashed into hot jelly

Flowing down mountains, snow melts into liquid H2O gas and eventually into the vanishing sky

Bit off more than even a glutton can chew, there’s no choice but to regurgitate the Bill O’Reilly

Come on man, profits exceeded expectations, lie about Truth, atrophy your morals, lie, lie & lie.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 9-19-2025 AD @ 1212 PMPST

{ Cranked this sparklin’ gem while jammin’ to @WAR #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=XkhMXnDTFg1hjARL }

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@ScarlettJohansson #ThatsAllFolks #RunawayJune #MontgomeryGentry @JimCarey doin' @AndyKaufman doin' @ElvisPressley @MashSeriesReunion

WHAT ABOUT OUTLAW PETE’S WINGS?

The daydreams and nightmares you’ve had since you began to think y’all human

No ape scat evolution from a pissant and back to the first cell of a virus’s nucleus

Came out of nowhere as Mankind knows, it’s all we have but a blind faith scam

Hearing sound, seeing light, feeling, smelling & tasting skin to skin, all that I am.

Good that I’m out on the street again, walkin’ the way I wanna walk away, I did

Just like that and the door did bump me in the bum on the way out, I am The Kid

Since 1975 I’ve been workin’ on a dream, I told a lot of dead & still alive, hot day

Because there is never free will choice, it’s a chimera of causes & effects, as I say.

Complete the empty set that used to be filled with despair & hope, happy daze

Deadwood has a bottom of nothing to do with anything a 7th son can amaze

Words out of the abyss everything refers to, as itself rats to goddesses shaved

Hairless & without general is ‘a’ chin, have I revealed too much, catch a wave.

Songs sung as written down incursive or alpha-beta print, daddy is what I said

Mama couldn’t help with the fine tuning of the person in the alley, a deadhead

Back or forth, dying for nothing but a cliché of libertine debauchery all in synch

With hell above and heaven below, the Truth is a Lie to reverse, I am, I do think.

Believe in the silence of the Word and call it a secret key of occult magic spells

Nobody gets out of this world alive, if you don’t know it, imagine sleeping pills

Beer money and champagne taste, that’s been the mantra for eight decades of It

Saying yes & no to fruits of my loom, indeed a squeeze y’all need, It ain’t no chit.

Last word you’re ever going t say is unknown, stay cool, it’s not hot as it looks, si

Yet, it will come back some day before or after you die, preferably now, it’s to be

Carpenter in a dysphoric state of being alive, outer space not on this planet dirt

Into the fire is where the firemen go, it’s as hot as molten lave boiling all squirt.

Accuracy of legitimate deductions from the mating of mentally inaccurate brains

That’s the question, not the answer, genetic DNA crucifies upon a cross of pains

Pumping up the air in the atmospheric ball of confusion gratis, space ice is true

1968 over again, it ain’t my 1st rodeo, in control, funky power, no trouble Blue.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, September 15, 2025  @0600 AMPST

{ Drafted on days & nights when I felt the mood was hittin’ my BAD Blues @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNS_i21_iSo&list=RDeNS_i21_iSo&start_radio=1  , hence inspirational & @KennyWayneShepherdBand @ https://youtu.be/t6VKce4KspQ?si=AMz8W9fGi1mm9Hb2 }

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