#CUT #TakeTwo #ThatsAWrap #DontAggravateYoMama #HookedOnPhonics #StereoPhonics #RunYoGame #FelixTheCat #FritzTheCat #DroneYoMama #DontDroneMeMankind #Nickelback #Nirvana #Homer

NOW THEN, gtf over it

Blows have been thrown & I parried the final ones before fools’ concocted rules

I kid you not, the weapons are disguised in the knots in the ropes with a noose

Nobody fits yet everyone gets fit, a neck snaps and the rest is History’s to lose

Whether you’ve violated the ethics or morals, it’s all the good & evil of fools.

Coming for your safe houses which are no longer a hide-out for all outlaw misfits

CoVid19 and your genetic DNA merge to malfunction, on the way, extinction chit

Dopamine for all, you get some and all of your people from mainland & sea isles

Before every atom of H2O evaporates, I’ve got something to say about UFO files.

Unidentified is a word used as if SOMEBODY doesn’t want EVERYBODY to know

That the name of the thing itself and the forms it has evolved into are low blows

Into the junk of the amorphous creator of the cosmic briolette POSs in final ends

Mighty mice & extinct forms of evolved dead air & stardirt, wet, funky Depends.

Scatological humor comes and then suddenly, the joke is on you, still it’s all funk

Refused to get efficient & slick as ice, broken down parts fall apart, cannot dunk

No draining threes back of the Three-Line, no short or long jumps or lay-up drills

It is all done gone, there’s no recourse to recoil for holy scat of Hell’s Bell’s shills.

We the people knew when we were zygotes in one dark womb, a holy sanctum

Respect for the blood, sweat & tears both before & after the facts of life’s scrum

In the game or injured on the sideline with body-mind annihilation, insane pain

Utter eclipse of whatever used to be lit, spacemen came back to Earth so insane.

Knowing what you have seen with your trained eyesight, it’s Top-Secret status

Row your boat gently down the stream or barge into the private Kracker dust

Either way at the mouth of the flow, the H2O gas is liquid stardust, shine it on

Spin Earth, stop when I die, carry on with All I’ll Never See Again, RIP My Man.

Fight for rights, live and die with or without them, just chimera fictions, I sigh

Hills and mountains all eight miles higher than sea level, top of the Rocky Fly

On the wall, as above, so below, wings move, legs to rub, bull’s scat to die for

I got everyone using lips on my hindsight, ALL my best friends, RIP TRIP door.

Dream is over, woke, awake, divine & mundane consciousness merge at One

Nothing inside the atoms and nothing outside of the Cosmic Menudo of Fun

Living, eating the living once dead & dying at the end of it all, birth to death

Recollection that you’re asleep in a lucid dream state is forgotten, last breath.

Again, no more than before, It is all of it, sounds of fury signifying dark holes

In the center of the vortex, silence of the center of zero, kills all of the Broze

Inoculated yet there’s The Way you’ll expire, deep-sleep dream, not #Woke

Wake or not, those left behind forget you are rotting in a box, karma broke.

Paid back the infractions’ fines and fees, I am solvent, a dead-even grim reap

Neither good nor evil on my list for the function of happiness & a deep sleep

Dreaming that star-sun shines, grows food ala seeds, plants & animals to feed

No malfunction when death calls, all night & day, doctoral immersion in greed.

Infinite line from point to point, add another for the triangle of gold for squares

Corners cut, created out of nothing but a line from One dot to another, a matrix

Squares, rectangles, pentangles, hexagrams of the Fire & Ice’s leftover big bangs

After you’re dead & gone, soul/spirit is invisible to consciousness, roadkill fangs.

Always hip to be a square but there’s no denial that if you’re not hip, you’re scat

Out of all the men, boys, women & girls, everyone was a baby, skinless yet so fat

Talking LSD acid in an invisible holder, all too human future’s evolved X-code set

Justice is indeed a green ham sandwich, all in fat cows & pigs, tisquet-a-tasquet.

Fear of getting Nothing but dead air when Life is over, that will cause the pain

Unforgiven facts of life, blind faith in Eden’s garden state, this scat’s forever day

All we can do is wake up #Woke, after a deep sleep, let dream fade to dark away

Nevermore to be told in a tale, scratched from memory, our God was insane.

by

r j j  stephan, I  {Ayn!  Is that You?}

c.  Dimanche, 12-15-2024 Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drafted without a little help from my friends while listenin’ to @JoeCocker #GetHighWithALittleHelpFromMyFriends on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eXV4WyQMHFM?si=7eC7jEvr57KVB2ov }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TRUMPED #ClutchYourPearls @JohnWickChapter5 @KeanuReeves

Rock, paper, scissors, win kin

There is only one way you can get down a One-Way street safely, one direction for atoms
In peacetime or in battles of war for the Gold in one form or another, traders of the bums
Slaves used to fetch and corral the things themselves in banks and rivers of rockin’ flow
Played and beat the songs until the people paid them to stop, applause to end the glow.

Before you conceived yourself, you were nowhere in sight, now you’re here to get begone
No reason for this or that, forget the whole story leftover by the scratches on the cave wall
Angry with you for havin’ a party when everybody else suffers from the ignorant & decrepit
Fun and work when you’re wide awake, dreamin’ in somnambulistic ecstasy, a SOB’s son.

Came outta nowhere, momentary lapse of reason with a plan, no known finale, gods’ cough
Picked out of the minions vying for the attention of the ones who wanna tear icons apart too
Fixed the causes that have the fixed effects, there’s no surprises without the First Cause, so
It’s either in all of us or none of us, lucky to have been torn apart by the rhythm and beat off.

Can’t even put my finger on your form, your shape, your spirit, the flesh and bone you occupy
To be or not to be only two options for you & for me, the dead don’t care, preconceived either
We do, all of us who us Love and Hate to roll our vehicles back and forth, out Hell’s kitchen
To the bottom of the sea off of the Baja peninsula up to Alaska’s Bering Sea, it’s Adam’s sin.

This is what he begot us descendants, what a guy, great-great grandpa delivered 24-hour blues
From Joe to Zach and in reverse to Eve’s Adam, disobeyed rule of law with unpaid union dues
Now square and even Steven, a moment to feel the flow of the sounds, beat & tweak on amps
Full of beats that crack into yo’ bones, broken no more even if you’re deaf, dumb, ol’ gramps.

Shift gears from fifteenth down to second, around horseshoe bend back to the straightaway
What I’ve got isn’t normal, an anomaly in my pocket, deep above my right hole in the segway
Needs and wants to feel like they’ll last forever but they’ll be dead and gone soon enough, son
Ain’t my intent to spoil your hot licks but if it does, they weren’t as hot as you, it is all done.

Songs silence in the night, unheard of in the daylight yet still, deep in the DNA’s display wigs
Long or short-haired males and females, XX’s & XY’s appearing to not know they’re the ones
All left-over evolutionary remnants of 1 original Thing Itself, what came before the Big Bang
A priori until the a posteriori reveals the beautiful, grotesque and divine Void, so Stones sang.

Luck of the draw is all you’ll ever get, it’s all there is, intent-power if you’re a magician-man
Full of the ways to force things to occur without them appearing conscious of the shift of sand
Underneath their feet, their boots, their sandals, it’s all about the dream & waking up so soon
Watch todays turn to nights, sleep, wake-up over and over again until you can’t bear any fan.

Of the gods, of the women and men, we ride up high just like the stars headed to infinite shat
On being in a proverbial in-crowd means nothing the day you die; they leave you with a byte
Been there where you’re at in the pee, King as you get checkmated by the queen & her knight
Full of the scat you’ve consumed, it’s your free choice to transform matter into Earth’s scat.

Bring you’re A-game to the show, you’ve got to perform as if it’s your last, ready for the finale
Hairless, dancing bears entertaining the pronouns until they co-expire in the tornado or gale
Pretend you’re deaf and dumb, listen to no wisdom or knowledge from an ancestral command
Break it on down now, what I mean for the unfamiliar is, Truth is Nothing’s buried in sand.

Dusted north to south of the morons and idiots who populated 7 continents east to the west
How many times will you wake up & then go to sleep without pajamas or a night cap express
Chins up & your hands down, walk, crawl and then you completely desist livers of the hearts
Miraculous searching for love in all the wrong places, I’m here, now and then, smell pharts.

All senses downloaded into the vacuum, into the Void where Nothing exists, subatomic ilk
Pair of nuts you’ve got just because you think you’re so pretty, man you’re ½ a mama woman
You knew you forgot, you’re afraid to say you’re ½ the other gender, Truth you POS druids
Without mama’s iron womb, you’re caput, an effulgent flow of Koo-ado drinks of goatmilk.

Alpha males shifting gears, downshifting the pregnancy into under-overdrive, extinction vibe
We came for no reason, we’ll leave for no reason, angels & devils a phantasm of spooks’ jive
Giga bitten on the jugular veins in our thin-skin neck bones, all except one in a hotrod car
Think therefore you are, think you are, you think you are, everybody thinks you are, you are.

Fronted the frontman, took the lead vocals away to the stadium’s echo, absorbed C on drums
Brought the First Cause to Earth again, in the middle of the Winter season, when God’s born
Middle of winter solstice, it’s a wonderful life because we’re alive, alternative is a blown horn
A thin line drawn, a point to point for a line, two lines make angles, three lines triangle bums.

4th dimensional nothing about us all, under duress , we’re 32 chromosome replicas of the fuss
Sorry to say you’re either a mutant or child of 1 Universal Intelligence of one unmoved mover
Flip your coins, it’s only heads or tails that are possible, 50/50 probability of being the 1 lover
A time will tell, duration of the spin, Earth wobbles the sea in infinite millennia of cosmic dust.

Complete, utter satisfaction every day that ends with a peaceful sleep in a warm bed with love
She or he that’s always there by your side, one side or another, once woke, an awakened dove
By the way, by our side, every one of them infinite strokes of imaginary erasures of the Matrix
Justice is a ham sandwich, professors of philosophy swore & laughed, a Platonic deep fade fix.

A sledgehammer time every day in a land of free slavery beholding gold calf excrement sects
Worship your fear of death with prayers for forgiveness for being born to Woman-Man of sex
Orgasmic looks and feelings come and go, fade into the Void after Last Rights are done said
Monkey faces, what the whole shebang allows to be, temporary spin of old news before bed.

Here and now, watch perfection delete the defective contribution of trash and sewage rats
Higher or lower than your mothers got during insemination, all love above and below the fats
Here or there, every single thing gets annihilated and there’s no exception to gold, dirty water
Demented infants with no chance to become flawless in ethics’ morals, an ugly, good batter.

Heroic heroines’ uncommon valor and self-sacrifice they show in this holy hole Void of a soul
I fill your sphere of empty ions until you lose all of the holy Singularity in a closed mind, a fool
Bullies come to me to learn how to STFU & get with the in-crowd, they’ll lead to extinction sin
Species gone, all gone, no recollection of the history, matter never mattered, God was all In!

 by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 12-ONE-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Fixed this word-salad while jammin’ to #Satch @Joe_Satriani LIVE #MadeOfTears @ https://youtu.be/M4lsB-B1O7U?si=J7sj32KTmB7SBF4Q }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.? 

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT !" -- @DonaldJTrump #ItsJustImpossible @PerryComo

GODS’ CIELO A LA a fly on the wall in HADES

Freaks came all out in the day and went to sleep at night, with a bogymen

Function of the Calculus & pie in a red sky, as cracked up to be, a clear skin

Looking down upon a dirty, filthy Earth from 8 miles high, every Man is gone

Literally no one form can be seen once you’re high enough, downhills’ fun.

Your mother-in-law died at childbirth, hence your lover’s aborted, gone forever

No finding miserable, dead mothers in the Earth, buried or cold, scattered ash

Mental cases of psychological failure to adapt to the common ground of powers

Bring home run-aways to folks who vainly attempted to apply discipline flowers.

Proof of the backlash that smarty-pants can’t carry the day of the fools in paradise

Extinction is the only option, of the notions that #Woke is less than a choke, all lies

But and just because you are above the fray, this has no effect on your affection sins

Love the knowledge of good & the evil, love the intercourse’s creation orgasm jinn.

Three wishes should take care of every want and need in the genome of Cro-Magnon

It has no preference, it’s not human, as we are all too human, humanity of frolic & fun

In the Ends of the Void or Origins of the Singularity Black Hole, God will skip the class

You may not have known where the door is inside your mind’s eye, sweet piece of ass!

Hurting yourself and hurting any other living thing on Earth is a karma offensive soiree

Find your honey spot where you’d least expect it, always in your blind spot, I can’t see

Last resort of the viral bacterial infections of the form of beings that appear so paused

Baby zygotes morphed into rigor mortis corpses that turn into the scat they’ve caused!

Purple blues, shredded the axes and beat the tom-toms until Cinderella turned royal

Prince in the purple, same old human skin & bones, half-life a century to give or take it

Mother’s womb to grandfather’s tomb, weeping tears, gnashing teeth, God’s blue ball

Mush mash morphed into hash, fired up, smoked bowl hookah, it’s vanished, I’m all…

Time tells the whole story but the future must first turn present to become the Past

Uncommon as a mutant, recombinant recessive gene has entered the food chain

For better or worse there comes a time when the Far Side is more funny than grits

It’s all hee-haw & major guffawing at the punch line’s twisted absurdity, nice teats.

Dream of flows from tragedy or comedy IRL & there’s no use for another tune to sing

Come here today and leave here tomorrow, it happens both here & there, I say shoot

What do you say? What do you think or maybe you don’t think at all, therefore caput

Funk of the cosmos is what the atoms’ essence codes, the God, the gods or Nothing.

I sipped my glass of wine slowly, it was my last drink before my final night in paradise

Ancestors came & went & I am following the suit, trump me if you’ve trump, got aces

Pairs up two by two until only mavericks are leftover, find all the lost package traces

Supply the proof of the final disposition of the cosmos, it’s blind faith in rollin’ dice.

Compare your soul to the emptiness you recall before your conception in mothers

If you cannot remember, read all about it in the library full of bound, paper fathers

Minny & mighty mice having a nervous breakdown due to a cheese shortage, sisters

Gimme back my bullets, gunpowder is a Chinese concoction, we’re all One brothers.

Picked cherries, spit out all pits, Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake due to warrior hits

On the other hand, I will not be taken naked, in shackles over my dead body, bull S#its

Gods built the dams through the all too human hands that found H2O is Life itself, US

From the empty vacuum of Origin, an almighty First Cause disappeared, left on a bus.

I secured the border of Home, the barrier fence surrounds my compound, alarms set

The pain and suffering has infiltrated every face on every head on Earth, elder to infant

Concentrate, what’s your next step, don’t move until you have a plan, don’t waste debt

Use Time efficiently, for survival or extinction of the species, kill the creep that crept.

Who has the power to control Time & Space, nobody you know, no one alive anywhere

Prick your ears up and put the pricks in their places, they know that they’re all in there

Before anyone drops a dime on you, comprehend the causes and find no first one at all

Hades’ hell-no but Cielo god-yes, punks are divine gold from a creator of Spring & Fall.

Apes are loose, runnin’ shows on every continent via pretenders all too human spin

Better that everyone doesn’t know the truth, in fact it’s better that nobody knows sin

United your states of illusion into a big ball of confusion to make a point crystal clear

Electric shocked the brain, LSD tripped your mind & your ass followed, killed my fear.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER Xth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted by being silent like a #BigBang, drafted this piece while jammin’ to ACDC WereAllGonnaDie on youTube link @https://youtu.be/f6cJZJnri3o?si=xJsuu9h_oyGUHn3h }

You Got Fifteen Minutes Left . . . What Do YOU do? Git Git #FactChecker

Never forget about it

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IS YOU IN OR IS YOU OUT?

You know where to go and you know you'll never forget the day on nine one one, you watched

Hijacked plane on @FOX & @CNN showing me what I didn't know, I thought this meant W A R

I even went so far as to call up the Air Force recruiter to see if they needed me to back up TED

I was way too old, some were way to young to recall, some not even born to Mankind's horror.

Murky water used to be liquid helium, an accident from liquid hydrogen, a few electrons off it

Yet it's always better than nothing, it could be worse, you might not have ever been born, git git

You were, you exist at the mercy of Mother Earth, nothing personal, just a fact of life, Nothing

Zero, zippity zilch, nada & for certain, Absolute Emptiness, the hole in the circle with no bling.

Height of the sky is lower than the arpeggios comin' out of my horns & struttin' twelve strings

It's complicated beyond logic, it's above metalogic and crypto metaphysics, it's a put-on things

Albeit like my father Albert, his father & grandfather before them all, it's all done by the dorks

It's that thing itself that precedes the essence, the form of cellular adhesion to gluons & quarks.

You wouldn't let your daughter, sister or mother crawl in bed with a snake, you'd skin it clean

Of course, it'd be too late unless you sucked the poison out of the puncture wound's scheme

To animate your heart and soul with the nasty & obtuse for the world to consume like a bean

Refried or uncooked, it's the source of the living forms that turn up to the sun, as a plant's kin.

Turned you loose, you found out you had no tether in the first place, it was all in your mind

Cooked up, mixed up and consumed before the poison was recognized for that thing itself

Hated the loving disease that consumes healthy cells one by one until the end of your time

Hot fun in the city, hangin' loose in the country, drinkin' & smokin' the Earth charm, Fine!

You never heard this coming, your secret service was asleep & on permanent vacation, son

9 1 1 cry about it, remember it, never forget about it, never skip the annual terror that spun

One morning it began, Gulf War from deep in Hades, we got the bin Laden monkey chump

Vaporized the ghost of the spiderman in the cave, Ala, gods & the divine sparks ate him up.

Barrels of laughs with the full Tupperware bowls, throwing them like flying saucers on air

Turned into a Frisbee and got my mind off of throwin’ down yoyos and tops to spin there

Out here and deeper than brave men fear to go, there's the thing itself, all I am is what it is

Ignorant wisdom on the wane in the wake's coffin, I'll be surfin' hangin' ten, I'm bodacious.

Harder day's night than i remember from recent memories, stayed wide awake, no sleep

Performing the acts of kindness for the ones who could care less if your mind is too deep

Cannot believe or conceive a thing but the factoid on a message in a bottle or a tea cup

Bumphuq ain't in Egypt but if it was, we in that the desert where the bums phuq it all up.

Be prepared, cub scouts webelos taught me, boy scouts just tenderfoot, bear cub, lion cub

Jellybeans and peanut butter cups for everyone, you need handouts, this is the only rub

You have to pay by going to work at the club, the house of blues places where bands rock

Minimum wage & bonus if you Bounce (on call at the venue, if needed) 1000 buck mock.

Gods will to power is much more than you think, human extinction is close to nothing at all

It’s the ends of the being that created it all in the first place, before when it was a silent dot

Exploded to get right here & right now in your face, on the gridirons, the courts & diamonds

Every day, you play & some day once your finished with the games, it’s curtains my sons!

Taxes levied and the government charges the governed to govern them and their freedom

Weird but the way it is, it's the system of the ups & downs of Life, it is what it is for some

What type of form, species or genome are we, too human, 208 bones of ecstasy's tragedy

Only you know & I know, secret in a bottle opened at your last gasp, eyes wide open, GONE!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 9 ONE ONE 9-11-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Tricked this out of my Muse while listenin' to @ledZeppelin #TheLemonSong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gWbKAcuzN8?si=wuoS4KIAqo-R4Aqx }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?