#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

{ Copied out of my mind’s eye while in audiophile mode, jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #WhatIsHip etc… link @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs?si=VMXJcM4ZNB0HTvf7 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WADING in #H2O #FamilyJewels #ACDC #Saved @PabloPicasso #WOMAN & #GirlInACountrySong @MaddieAndTae @BlakeShelton #BoysRoundHere @MavisStaples #WadeInTheWater #TroubleH2O

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PABLO PICASSO

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FRIED CHICKEN EGG + PIGSKIN FATTY PO’ BOY
Full house of aces and kings keeping the queens and jacks at bay, hackin’ a full boat gun
Et al that they have is all that there may be in the end, where brave women fear to ever go
In and out or both at the same time in a universal way, hub with spokes, man, it’s all One
Buried the Truth so deep that it cannot be ascertained by the simple minded evolved sons.

Beating you into a mix of chocolate covered Oreo cookies, 2% milk melts sugar ala hot lips
Breaking you into East Atlanta or West L.A., just around the corner from moody hooker hips
Could have been New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Mason City (not really MC), Moscow, Paris
Adding up a holy shebang, it appears to be a nightmarish dream of fools who can’t see this.

Clouded by the unknown, putting the backsides out in front of the torch, all men carry, too
Up and down, in and out, it’s the only way to keep the germs providing fodder for the blues
Free to spin the tops & yank the yoyos up and down the string, tricky as rock around a Bose
Nothing letting you be until you accept the thing itself, form an matter of the thing, Those.

Cutting you off of the team, warmed the bench with your faded purple shorts, can’t lay up
Jump shots all faded away from the rim, didn’t hit the net on the inside, missing in action
Hidden dreams inaccessible to the common human, boy or girl matured to man & wife
WTH is going too far, going all the way, in no sounds or sights until the infant cries for life.

No abortion, no adoption, no quitting for the all too human, gotta keep it up, go, go, go
We’re all going to the place that always makes us all, #GoGo, yeah you got that, cop blow
Hurry while it’s still hot like the lips you’ve kissed in the past when they be lookin’ good
Goddesses dressed to kill, for me & my entourage of One, we do what we do, in the mood.

Pretend or not, it’s all good, everything is real until it becomes the unreal, One, Two & …
It gets better once you discover that nobody made you but your mama & papa, not God
Souls ain’t rubber or in a salad, searched for and found nowhere, you angry with me too?
I can’t see why, we’re all gonna die & it won’t matter then, ergo, check your ‘tude, my fan.

Freaks just the mutated DNA that was intended to accidentally produce divine amnesia
Forgetting about the Big Bang & the Void that’s free of being, slaves or masters, in fuscia
It’s a turquoise deal, a purple majesty magenta cape and cowl, Batman’s Robin all funky
Just as above, so it is below, all our gods of our grandfathers and grandmothers got drunk.

If there’s anything alive outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, what we don’t know, will eat us
Not literally like a meal, breakfast, dinner or supper but in dissolution of the organic matter
It’s a happening that comes to living things originating from mitosis of mitochondrial events
My children I’ve never referred to them as such, my boys trippin’ as if on petty officer sense.

Between high rocks and low places where only sand keeps you from seeing an empty dot
Shallow emotional attachment to things] that appears when you’re wide awake, I’m a robot
Moving animated from the ingested dead plants and meat of anima, I’ll slam the open-door
Remember when you drank my Spinada & Ripple wine, we went to Chinatown in the SKOR.

I just gave it up for freedom, I knew the world was a ghetto although nobody let me in on sin
Had to run across Truth on a bus going to accordion lessons on Chicago avenue & Damen
Part of the whole shebang is enough to choke a horse, you feel as if it’s not enough to bust
Yet if you know anything about the Way, it’s narrow and difficult to tread upon, yet you must.

It gets tricky in a while, adolescence to adult, where y’all get phuq-up jitters to annihilate
Your relative, your neighbor, fellow citizen strangers & a plethora of unknown particulate
Headed for the center or the corner and either way, there’s nowhere else to relocate chit
An astro or fabulous Jetson-type of @ElonMusk making Time & Space’s holy epileptic fit.

Jump up now, don’t get on down the line, gotta score up in a bucket, it’s a swisheroo too
Created to be dissolved in a Singularity, sand, rocks, H2O & the magic sauce, word’s up
Spells makin’ a mixed bag, cornucopia of causes with specific effects, happy girls’ falls
Without the alpha female, there’s neither alpha male nor omega male, just extinct balls.

Prominent promenade displayed for the minions, believers and deniers alike to jump up
One last gasp, a final riff of the wind comin’ in your face, down to the iron-dome lung cup
Trippin’ to press the kill switch, it’s the triggered imagination to be the last cause of Gods
All about the beginning Alpha ghost of fog, to the bangin’ orgasm more phuqin hotrods.

You got something to say? My discipline of your behavior is somehow being mustered
By powers that be way above my pay grade, I do it all, necessary or else I’m stone dead
Fear has no reality within my brain’s mind, avoidance of death the only One, necessary
Sufficient to have that respect for the power, it’s all about orgasms’ DNA & a tooth fairy.

Hence, bury your bony knees at the wounded & stone cold dead, Made humane history
All love’s holy puddles & ditches of Salem witches, fill & dry up in concert, twist & wobble
Reruns of the same old thing, you and every replica of Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel ad infinitum
Singing this song, it rhymes sometimes, backbeat & rhythm goin’ down, add it up my son.

Buns in the oven, baked until golden brown, on the windowsill to cool for the boys’ swipe
They steal ‘em before I get back in 10 minutes, like they wait for the scent, then attack ape
Like monkeys in the jungle, they jump for the scent, the whiff of the dough and sugar icing
Meant to be, talk in one ear & out the other, flashback LSD, God’s asleep, jump, love, sing.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Rocktober II, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 2359 hours PST
{ Drafted #OutTheDoor jumpin’ @PointerSisters #JUMP in a loop

 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uyTVyCp7xrw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

l.a. woman

AC/DC by the #HaveADrinkRockBabies #YouDrunk? #BlackJackAndH2O #UhOh @EricChurch #BlackJackDaniels #DontPlayWithSticksAndStonesCuz may have to @WhipAMansAssSometimes

All jacked up WITHOUT THE STANK, BLACK JACK’S CHERRY

All jacked up to swap tires, on the road now coast to coast with H2O

No way in Norway or Baja can you find your bearings in a holy hole

Don’t try to cushion the blow, blow into the tube as hard as you can

I ain’t drunk on two beers at 2 AM, cherry top poppin’, slam, I’m in.

Hell, I’m parkin’ in the work place corral where angels fear to go

Under the freeway where the light rail train rolls to and fro, so low

Noise & nobody around, stolen and stripped until the gas run out

Always runnin’ on empty and today ain’t no different, yelled & shot.

Not guilty as charged, innocent as newborn babes born to teenagers

All the dirty dancin’ girls are retaken by bad boys, all in jail together

Material energy shock, this is all there is in a mindful, boneyard Void

By the time babies see the elders breakin’ code, it’s a matter of time.

Full time job goin’ back & forth to court & the penitentiary’s big flock

In the wall there aren’t any, just accordion-type wire & electric shock

Good behavior obedience 100% to The Man, you know it’s Peter Gun

Shooting for the heart & the stars, bulls have eyes you’ve S#it for fun.

Making up things that never really happened at all, lying about lies

It’s the boy who called wolf too many times on the last call, then rest

The body ain’t cold yet, no need to rush the meal, it’ll be butcher size

We’ll clean the muscles, BBQ them on the spit and pretend to civilize.

Bon fire after midnight, burning bright under stars & river flows’ fish

Steelhead, salmon more wise than your average angler, using the OIL

Wiser than an average angler, brighter than your clueless pal, it’s OK

Catching one cold after the other, I can but can’t land rainbow today.

Hours & years up to or more than a century, wise or dumb as a rock

You roll, you bounce back and eventually it’s full stop, power down

Keep it awake, you woke up so it’s OK to remain dreamless, I caress

Like others God blessed, I am lucky to be here, sins I don’t confess.

Care about what nobody else does, mortal souls die forever, a put-on

Go up to the mountain where the promised land used to be, all gone

Like freedom your blind faith trusted you had, stranger-paid robbery

Maybe your related cousins perform the theft, strangers I can’t see.

Mobs in the singularity see Nothing as something to detest & negate

My old father in heaven taught me the good, bad, ugly & I, all got ate

By hunger of Earth’s beings roaming virus & bacterium crucify INRI

We’re all somewhere in heaven with pops, he’s waiting for you & me.

Freedom is staying alive & avoiding being a meal for the hungry wolf

Or whichever varmint or bug consumes your equal opportunity loaf

Coming & going are the only two ways to get the job done, it’s so true

Last time you saw me, I saw you, attention wavered & targeted you.

Using the power of Intent, it works only if you know the magic Word

Like Tongues lingo, unheard by ears, by the mind of One’s own herd

Meant to populate love on the planet’s burnt out gas, here it is now

In front of your eyes and stabbing y’all in the backs, S.O.S.’s the flow.

Whisper or shout loudly to cause the deaf to hear the vibration of il

All y’all, @MonaLisa to @Ends of #911, a Picasso won’t buy pig milk

Falling out the top of the #WTC, I flew out the window, took 1 last hit

I ain’t here & now, if I were, I’d understand it’s the crescendo of s#it.

Known predication fills you up full, you can’t handle chit goin’ down

Irrational conclusions induced out of fear & loathing pressure sewn

Underground or above and below the cumulus & stratospheric H2O

All we can hope for is a century give or take, reincarnated down low.

You’re in or out, either way it’s OK, nobody gives you the time of day

As if that means anything other than it’s your dream, nobody cares

Revolutionary return to the original sin, eating the apple core’s puns

Tree of Knowledge blooming Tesla sedans & SUV’s for the ol’ Jetsons.

Admit that you know nothing about anything, you’re as wise as gods

Fortune and Karma mutating the DNA with angel dust & Mary buds

Offspring coming for you with their badges and stinger missile fizzes

Overhead whistles before your last blink’s gasp, no show’s show biz.

Behind your 2 eyes, you see what I mean, nothing there, you know it

There’s no secrets inside that cranium, I can’t fabricate human debt

Tried, failed, tried again, failed, tried, tried & also tried a mad hatter

Unknown is personal to me, an “x” variable between my ears’ matter.

Mankind before my birth & after my death, a conglomerate of not me

Either my ash and crumbled bone fragments in the cosmic cemetery

Or bled out carcass full of formaldehyde & a smirking skullduggery

Filmed by the ocean, the deep blue sea so blue it’s greyish-black, Me.

All of it I am, it’s a deva dip routine song about the supernatural star

Above and below, AKA the sun, the only way for life to exist on Earth

Come One, come all to the greatest show on Earth, my death & birth

Yours is what it is, your desires, your needs, out of my wheelhouse.

Rockin’ kid & the a deep purple Tesla hummin’ tunes ad infinitum

Future ain’t here, Past is all gone, memory fading into present scu

It’s the ooze from the X origin, potential RNA on my hot spot’s soot

Gone far, too far, way gone further past the point of no return, caput.

Drunk, higher than a box kite in an air fight, winning the battle wars

Losing sanity with every dying body’s scent of horror for prison bars

Nothing but toilet water to drink, food to keep alive incarcerated life

Payment to the people you don’t know & never will, sharpen a knife.

It’ll be a fight to the death, no choice since the opponent wants blood

Mine will do for him or her, it’s all the value I retain, got no fool gold

Your mistake was blind faith in the unknown, I didn’t get the memo

Slide into third, ball passes the 3rd basement, steal & slide home, GO!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-8-2024 AD @ 333 PMPST

{ Crafted with background noise & then @AllmanBros #HITS LINK @https://youtu.be/0M9edCPTvcY?si=3sJY0biN8ZjCDYex }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

#KidRock #GovtMule #SaturdayNight

mike drop

I SHOT THE SHERIFF BUT NOT THE DEPUTY
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Full of the scatological terminology divulged from the illogical conclusions of useful idiots
You have a state of mind that will become dead in the head, burial, wild animal food or fire
Pretty as the ugly step-sister, she is fertile & ready to bear the children of the golden dawn
Numb nuts from the tree of knowledge, circumcised a shell, only nuts left, the fool’s pawn.

Whiskey poured down my throat, I’m never drunk since I’m a Headman walkin’ on a stop sign
We always got what we give to the new radicals, they do it in style and fly in for your jury trial
Friends are hard to come by, you’ll know which ones stand by you once you’re older than dirt
It becomes a lesson well learned, everybody falls apart & dies, lovers, haters, I’m right behind.

Word-Up is goin’ down in pseudo-history from alpha male to a female, it’s unknown x’s & y’s
Code broken down into units too small to measure with manmade rulers and beakers of acid
Break hammer time down into your mamas & papas because you have no free choice option
Idiots flap their gums, false teeth or perfect chick-lets won’t help the moronic blather of sons.

Daughters of Blather are the spreaders of the illogical deductions, irrational comprehension
They bear more of their own if they figure out how to cause terminal insemination division
Sixpence just a tanner of value, nearly more than “self” worth, you swing, like an ape in sin
Original or mortal, venial or Copycat reproduction, pleasure to come along on your trippin’.

#TrumpDerangementSyndrome is the Golden Rule of the moronic imbeciles who breathe in
Wasted breath that nobody will ever recover from the Cosmos, so I’m gargling woke blown
Choking up the swallowed chafe and alcohol due to a lack of molar grinding blockage, a sin
Original shape of things to come have become the present time in this Space, rockets flown.

here will be a reckoning with the good lord, your God of the Universe, Ala, Budda or Zeus
High dive I jumped off of when the diving board slung me up more than 40 feet in the airs
Let me dive headfirst into a chlorine-clean pool, 16 feet underwater, God tapped me easy
Stopped breathing, heart can’t pump blood through arterial circulation, Death seized me.

Just a thing or two I can say before the finale of the operation, it’s a counter-revolution tic
Piercing the veil over your face, your nose, eyes, ears, mouth’s two lips and 32 white teeth
Schemes run their course & either succeed or fail with a fortune of random Romeos’ dicks
Fathers of the human species are responsible for their progeny’s successful or failed antics.

Cool that you may blame luck or a divine creator of the Matter & Forms of substantial H2O
For the chaos that results from the order of things, from one-celled plants to huge Randos
Be a lying lion or a trippin’ tiger posting at the door for entry or exit, out of divinity’s focus
Bottom line of the backbeat is either treble or bass, offbeat until the rhythm is right below.

As your toe taps upon the floor, you are an immobile malfunction of the liquid turned solid
By the ounce, kilogram or megaton, Santana comes and goes in one ear & out the other too
Supernatural rhythm on the radio, need & want all that I can get, more than you’ll ever get
Sail away with me, not with him or her, I’m the one merged within the wind, it’s all off set.

The boom came loose during the night when my wife was pilot watch, I was snaggin’ Z’s
Boom came loose, it’s still ajar keepin’ the ship upright without a pilot, there’s no rudder
My cool wife was swept away with no life jacket in the middle of the midnight moon light
Still 60 years later, it’s just like yesterday when I was the Sheriff of Dodge City’s gunsmoke.

Luck and direct intent should gently mix into the reality of the situational tests of my mind
Undivided in intention to have total attention on subjective opportunities as they all come
Maybe never or maybe tomorrow, I’ll look for the bean bags in the hole, spit’s BBQ I dined
As above, so it is below for peace of witches’ minds, good & evil, our mother’s soul sisters.

Take what you give if & only if it’s offered, once given there’s usually a no return without it
Bums, junkies are usually the children of the parents who allowed kids to be out of control
Hyper-hyphened into oblivion, can’t recall the reason for the rhyme, it’s significance of soul
Cool dream in an overheated nightmare, so real I thought I wasn’t dreaming, yet I was asleep.

At the wheel, woke up inside of a tree, my skull cracked in two, below me 5 pints of red ooze
Nothing more to say other than, don’t drive distracted or you’ll die in a superego crush crash
Porcelain dishes called stuff holders, awaiting mastication & defecation in the outhouse shed
Need what you want & vice versa because the rest is just hot air, rock-solid all inside my head.

Where are all of my daughters? They’re out at the rock and roll show for the end of Times
You’ll know the deduced answer to the question when you’re cut to the size of a thumb
You’ll all realize the enormous evolutionary advantage of being smarter than rock dumb
Pioneer survivors of one Big Bang are all here in one spirit to boot, a motherlode rhymes.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Drafted listenin’ to @GovtMule link #Rockplast on youTube link @https://youtu.be/AqWOauHIh1k }

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W.W.A.R.D.?