#WickedMothers #BegottenNunsSistersDaughtersMothers #ParFour #CourseMaui #DavesNotHereEither

IX – uno – UNO

Seems as if you’ve gone off of the deep end, you know It, depth of point of no return
When the mid-space you’ve carved out of Time you don’t own has collapsed to graft
Getting chit all free from Tierra del Fuego to CUNY campus hub, grifters' magneto
Knowing nothing about your mind or soul, just 208 bones humans inherit to go.

By the time I got to the stones, I began workin’ the angle to cheat the stupid MFs
Creeps you have to be near, disturbing your feng shitake noire, you’re the Fathers
Mothers could not scam fathers more easily, all sisters, daughters & wicked aunts
There’s a scam goin’ on in the racket, pretending to be One when you’re all none.

It’s survival of the Dostoevsky moron who plays the idiot, neat package gods’ fate
Who will prick up the other men’s sisters & wives, every angle of a female bum
They have their teeth and smile, all there is in the mob is the boss & the racket scum
Clip a buck here & a buck there, gain the trust, work the angle, it’s your auntie great.

Here’s your dilemma of whether you should stay or go, you have no choice, MOVE IN
What’s the angle, you want the right one, the obtuse or less than 90 to 1 degree of sin
Meaning your foolish trip from conception & birth led to my path, your fork in the road
TNT ain’t dynamite as you suspected but it will blow your bubble into the origin’s load.

We ain’t from Earth but our creators came to tell all of the grifters the code to the system
Buying the morons and idiots scam, you will turn on your friend & ghost the rest of them
Give me your wallet & #’s so I can trust you, am I mistaken or accurately calculating sums
It’s all the same in the end, the final curtain will fall for certain, no negotiation, possums.

Asleep while wide awake only means your attention has been arrested by propositions
At once logical & theoretical, no proof beyond a doubt that anything is true, #Vince man
Appreciate your position on a lifeline from zero to infinity, nobody gets outta here alive
Hope for genetic perfection, immunity to foreign viral agents and somebody to love.

Keep this too close to the vest, you know what I know & you know it all, y’all know you do
So, without further ado, let’s leave for Kokomo, way down there in Montserrat’s mystique
Catching a glimpse or two of the places in Space where it all goes down, as high as a gad fly
You all need to meet me for coffee, tea and the rest of the things you don’t care for, I’ll buy!

Leave baggage, empty on the beach, preconceived Key Largo, Aruba, Montego, Kokomo, all done
Neither yesterday nor the day before, frequency-waves & a rip tide went below gravity’s sand dunes
Before you’re ash & dust dissolves into a matrix, I want you to know it’s where I wanted you to go
Long time, short time, anytime you think about it, know you got two lips to kiss, in downlow blow.

You know epistemologically, credit devolved into deficit & you’re dead weight for nuclear waste
They cannot perfect chemistry or provide a catalyst for extinction of the species’ DNA post haste
Before the End allows natural selection to resume its ascent into the top of the food chain, has-beens
Heck & high water more love than you can hate without a dish rag or rally towel, you morons fix it.

Luck has nothing to do with being in the right place at the right time, unknown nothing relativities
To alpha & omega, your language has done you an injustice with subjective predicate spelling bees
Barroom brawls all ended as they began, broke glass cuts, outlaws won fights some fought & died
Winning was everything after all, you don’t mind running your mouth further than your legs fly, eh?

Contact high on fools below my face, five to six feet above underground, rocks rollin’ away, Hole
Left there in the bottom of the mountain of gold hill, where gods stashed pages I read, stay calm son

 If I was either on edge or at least appeared to be intensely psyched up where a man survives alone 

Like blasting off to another planet, you’ve no choice but to thrust away from the ground’s holy zero.

I won’t leave too soon & never be late, allow me to choose Liberty rather than being all too human
Retired from the good luck of poison pens which wrote words that washed away the old Peter Pan
It’s too fine, in the end, it all goes the way it should, until a Black Hole resumes the DNA transition
Into the void place where y’all want to go, down in cool Kokomo now, be a subatomic soul, son!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @222 PMPST

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FOOLS' COMEDY, GENIUS' TRAGEDY

#YourKissIsOnMyLIST X's & O's from infinite Lipz that exist to get Flipz!

 

CONSTANT STATES OF THE INFINITE’S  AMNESIA

Now & then, you’ve had a tough Time of it accepting one mortal nature, Space death of us all
There ain't no justice, postmortem has no answer except, WTF did Earth come from? A Bang?
Come on now, we weren’t there but we’ve constructed language to yield yet One mortal Yang
Ala Herr infinite Ying’s supratomic disaster awaiting all Ends & Means, ourselves, all suicidal.

Born to be wild, free, mortal runnin’ with the wind blowin’ sideways into the falls of Niagara
Over the edge where the water drops into gravity’s snare in the recycled H2O, never for RA
Sun, superstar that shines closer than the rest, hundred million miles away from hot blood
Staying cool but not frozen, ice-cold feelings disregarded in a mirror but effective, wet mud.

Be dishonest, you have no skin in the game & it doesn’t matter one way or another, lie to me
Begging for words to mask a Truth to be uncovered by Holmes-type investigation sleuthing
Cause of the first effect means that #TheChicken did indeed precede the laid DNA birding
Without the Thing itself there would be no other things, mortal or immortal, to be not to be.

Open close eyes of blinded boys and girls associated with the philosophers of Karl & Fred
Putting the nihilism in your baby pablum force feeding the hungry critters, innocent, dead
Of the importance of your personal parents’ love and devotion to your well-being, word up
Devoid of the feeling of happiness and contentment, led to a sheep slaughter for Zeus’ cup.

Dog food for the masses, buy a case or two to avoid the metaphors of Man eats Dog’s food
Puddle of blood underneath your 208 bones, can’t stand-up comedy although y’all should
You don’t know like I know or maybe you do, in any case nothing matters & if it did, I’d expire
Without any ceremony, wake, funeral, monument of engraved granite-rock, soul lit, on fire.

Conspiracy to fix your dull gaze upon the inner society you’re not any part of, all in plain site
Of your mice or your women and men, spiders, snakes, insects, bacteria and old Dolomite
Bringin’ the fools back to the jungle’s deepness, ghetto of the streets ‘tween BS & hot kicks
Being is less or more than enough, got scars and tattoos to remind you of unforgotten licks.

Knowledge although impossible is still all there is left of the ignorance of the Cro-Magnon
Nimble Jack jumpin’ over a candlestick and finding your mother & father in bed, havin’ fun
Kind of weird seeing your origin, once again conceiving something, a form of daughter/son
One, twins, triplets, quads, quints or sects matters to none but mama, on to her extinction.

I suggest running and hiding from the Truth, it’s naked and it’s not for the innocent of guilt
Full responsibility you’ve assumed, before your conception, you’re still undersea in the silt
Flagged for danger to avoid extinction, it’s all you’ll get, a red piece of cloth waving to & fro
Ready & get your consciousness set, only we know, life ain’t easy, whistle lips, let’s blow.

Ennui defined, I’m not your thesaurus, therefore, google it, start Marx’ search engine, hottie
You’re lucky to have lived to be able to wonder why you’re alive, what happens when I died
I’m long gone, but this bears repeating, you’ll be dead too, like your poor kids who ain’t fried
Hum along if you don’t know the song, got only 7 notes on scale, Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti.

Work hard for your bread, it goes in and out of your proverbial pocket, as if it’s not for real
Yet it is all there is, then you die & someone disposes of the remnants of the skin & bones
What is consumed is defalcated and then defecated in an infinite cycle until the supernova
May be today, tomorrow but for certain not yesterday, bend over me & kiss me, mitotic ova.

Funny to have more money than anyone else on Earth, a billionaire for real, Reality of One
No more than that one can handle the shattered Many, a leftover of the Big Bang’s All Done
Subatomic to the macroscopic and galactic up unto the cosmic totality, mental image void
Nothing before & Nothing after, here & now where you are, dog head Jesus was an android!

Think I’m wrong & that’s OK, at least you know the Truth now, incredible Vibe to carry-on too
Until the day you die, you’ll recollect the day you became conscious of the reason for being
On Earth, alive above the dirt or dead & gone below it, full skeleton & skull’s bones, be King
Of your breathing function, follow rules, avoid humane judges, online, in print, black & blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, X-XXII-MMXXIV Anno Domini

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INTERESTING, I AM NOT

Hey man, there's blood in the water gato, you know it's invisible

Knowledge and wisdom without the application is a burst bubble

Perfection and the dissolution of the thing without a flaw, it's you

Me and the rest of us are just here, amigo, you're one of many too.

Form and shape of bent Time and Space, showdown's at sundown

Free will is denied, exact regulation of the flow is heaven's blown

Jobs performed or fleed from when it all came down to brass tacks

It hurts to be denied the attention you believe you deserve, blacks.

Browns, yellows, reds, blues played from dark 'til 3 AM predawn

Ready for bed, a pillow for my head & the dream of the pretender

Hoping and thinking that hope provides the things, will do you in

Better have the will handy, without it, they'll burn you in hot fire.

Not incinerted for any small reason, it's to deter the bugs & rats

The dead meat provided by life & death is all they get too, all cats

Dogs too, humanity's best friends which eat & lie where they shat

Nothing they can do, we put the diapers on the babies, then a hat.

Send them off to strangers to learn in schools & churchs, oh my

It could have been worse if there was still a closed herd, extinct

Yet we've survived because we're accidentally too fit to be shat

In holes in the ground, in sewers underground, a divinity's sigh.

Quality and the quantity of atoms in the Void, that's Life babies

Idiots, morons and genii come out of the glass & plastic botttles

Granting as many wishes as you may choose, up to the Inifinite

Beyond Nothing, a singularity to shrink your atoms into a byte.

Cyberfunk's 1's & 0's in equations, calculus' trigonometry sign

Only you know what I know, being one and the same thing too

It's a wordless, secret code that only dead men & women know

I can't tell you why but I'm One who knows of God's low blow.

Common men got the word up, they go from Goo Goo to phuq u

Other than that, teenagers got the tickets for survival, fired souls

X used the interior of the outside whereever it was, ain't there now

I see something but it vanishes in darkness with my hippy glow.

Creeks full of the wasted days & nights of the snakes & pirranahs

Only you know the Truth is similiar to a lie only you don't know it

Figure it out once you've passed out & on to the answer of death

Without life like your dead friends & ancestors, Die to be Dead.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 9-23-2024 AD @ 911 PMMST

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NEVER FORGET

DID I MENTION TO NEVER, EVER FORGET THIS BOOGIE-MAN OF ENEMIES?

Gas’ air full of skyscraper ash & plastic smoke to put the living to sleep ‘til December

I would try to remember the incredible day of #NineOneOne, September to remember

Getting in the mood for a boogie night, it’s comin’ tomorrow night, Friday alrighty then

Getting the grim reaper off our planet & sentence the boney mother’s scourge to life

Together as One, hand in bone, out your bath & bedroom, dining room, Hehl’s kitchen

Desires and dreams come true miles away from you, you may never know the twelfth

Of never, or forever in the fantasy where the mind goes because the brains ain’t dead

When the air ceases to blow in and out of the form, the shape dissolves in God’s head.

All there is can’t be more than this, a rational approach to the deduced induction trash

Reason points to empty void as the matrix, Nothing more nor less, that is all, as MASH

Mobile Army Surgical Hospital saved the poor young and innocent from dying afraid

Fear of the gods wrath upon the judgement day, poor young boys died, didn’t get laid.

In love with the income and the high credit rating, in love with my income & high IQ

Actuality a low IQ but I like the illusion that it’s too high, light is too bright to be in me

You asked me if I got this, of course I do, if not me then who? Nobody, you got that right

Like @LynyrdSkynrd or feet down on the ground of my @EarthWindAndFire solo flight.

Picked myself on the 1st all-star team, a #ShootingPointguard #747 of champions

Special delivery door to door, manufacturer to consumer, in two extramarital affairs

For the price of three, there’s the fourth you’ve forgotten, you drunk the unholy fifth

No surprise party from the first day of birth to the first day of pro-practice in stealth.

No fantasy phantasm available for anyone else, this is a solo mio, raw and nekid too

Protein required in OutSpace too, what the hell do you do? Grow meat from Nothing

Just like the creator of A universe, use all of it & then use Nothing as if it’s something

It’ll be what will be, que sera sera, it ain’t my conceptual analysis in synchronization.

Blind faith isn’t proof that the Word which made flesh and bone save a thing in hell

Even if I’m wrong, I’m right, I’m saved from my own misjudgment and malformation

Of my thoughts that blow out my lips, red-hot air I’ve sucked clean of all Ma’s oxygen

Atomic evening of missionary-style fusion, pregnant without end, Amen, dream’s ZEN.

Squirreled away from the marauding punks who were orphaned by the urchin offspring

Not their fault that the star’s sunshine nurtured them until they had to follow the ruling

Of their forefathers who never taught them to be all too human, proud of mankind’s ilk

Hence, heretofore I waxed upon the opinion I’ve gleaned out the hive, mama teat milk.

Lost and found in perpetuity, without an ending, neither happy nor sad, it’s academic

A point of view of the intellectual genius to the morons & idiots who wax idiosyncratic

Spirits infiltrated every atom outside of the dead rocks’ leftovers from some Big Bang

Louder than anyone could hear, audio wasn’t created yet by the super freak who sang.

Girls love it, boys wanna have proof of life inside the inner sanctum, it’s a pop-off One

Frozen when the burn turns to black ice not even God can see, it’s unforeseen my son

Daughters are the tools, it’s not their will nor their fault that they’re the First Causing

If not for the magnetic attraction to the black hole, there would be no Singularity ring.

Octaves of arpeggios forced upon consciousness, pain & pleasure alternating currents

Hot as a pistol and cold as ice depending on the Will to Power, it’s above & below ants

Down to the Earth’s centerfield core, up through a moonshine boost, a Milky Way mess

Chocolate with a center from the twilight zone, future sugar dental decay’s happiness.

On a camel, on a horse, on a llama, just a rider that can’t walk on his own metatarsals

Fear & loathing for the results of rampant sex of cavemen high on mary jane & her pals

Wizards have the words, the spells cannot be stolen by the witches & sibling warlocks

Nobody’s immune to powers of princess Mary Jane, she turns heads around in slacks.

Whatever you say, whatever it is, that’s all there is, nothing more nor less, the shebang

Woke or not, awakening to empty sets of zero to negative & positive infinity, you rang?

In communion, in confession, baptism, confirmation, there is some extreme unction

Inside of the funk, there’s atomic and nucleic essence that precedes existence’s sin.

Original sin and sacraments out of the grooves laid down in Sacramento, California

Eagles to the Funkadelic mash that came out of the sky like manna from Sabrina

Windy magic flyin’ through the emptiness to find the place where landing is Home

To your 208 bones of dwindling flesh-colored muscles’ thin skin, offspring of Rome.

Keep love warm until you can’t blink, can’t swallow the swill and can’t think you are

Alive or not, walking or just lying in a hospital bed, the fallen falling to the morgue, far

Certified the death per the grim reaper, decrepitation begins at rigor mortis’ appetite

Soon it will be too late for every single thing, here and now or in the future to be light.

You’re in the herd but you’re not being heard by the heads nor minions of the clergy

High up above the fray, running the dozens for kicks, talk ‘bout yo’ mama now? Hey!

Dripping and burning like you’ve caught the hot flame-fire in your below belly dream

Putting holy species propagation to test, superstars forget the rubber, trip baby team.

Putting my cache where my mouth is, a credit card from Bank ONE, punk funk debt

Racked it all up within the past 40 years in this Man’s World, paid it all off in full set

It was thirty-love and I had the serve, I aced the serve & won game, set & match afar

Got out of town before the taxes got stolen from the coffer, now behind booze bars.

You know the people who died already know the Truth about Life on Earth, don’t you?

You’ll find out too, then there’ll be no doubt, when you scroll with the trolls, it is blue

So sad that you can’t be a weirdo & make fun of the fools who entertain the ol’ minion

Kids the word for immature warriors about to either survive or become extinct by fun.

Can you put the lipstick on a pig or remix the cogs in the hogs’ bodies and minds’ set

In mud, blood and beer, possible the brown or white-water spirits are the cool tools

To allow us all to be or not to be, drunk or sober, we’re all gonna die sooner or later

Hope & fear of annihilation are sacrosanct, I think, OK, therefore, I am, wanna bet?

State of being anywhere border to border & coast to coast of the original 13th colony

Copasetic 24/7 without end, infinity governed by best of the best, sea to shining sea

Pretend you’re immortal at your peril, pretend you have a spirit or a killer-antibody

Kamel appreciation in Time & Space, archives dropped on an innocent, fuddy duddy.

Bees’ hives sucked dry of the honey, the labor laws violated by the bear’s nosy jaws

An analogy between the good and the bad, the flawless and the evil errors of squaws

Warriors have little control over anything other than the destruction of the opponent

Peace and joy are unnatural, can’t handle more than an hour every month, I pay rent.

Five thousand debits’ robbery will get you ten years behind the pen’s bars, lost liberty

Kick you in the backside, smack you in the head, wake you up before it’s too late, see?

Your will & testament enhanced by your ignorance and lack of insight ala immortality

God forsaken mortal, you weren’t alive before your conception, you die when you die!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 9-5- MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

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