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R I P   @CharlieKirk   R I P

 

JESUS {Elvis & martina} CHRISTMAS?  

Like being dipped in gas, feel it all over my clothes, up my nose but nothing was ever white

Jobs like nobody has ever received from the gods above Earth, this planet is a water flower

Space of the Void our matrix to be or not to be, innocent growths of sperm & a dozen eggs

These are the facts of life they kept secret because that’s just the way it is, I know she digs.

Mother Earth or the mother of your placentas’ hearts, in everyone is One soul featured Id

Singing songs when your heart’s aged enough to appreciate the lucky divine gods that hid

In your head’s mind, everything human and all species of Life, atoms create the sublime

When we all die, if we’re disposed of in the proper way to avoid the stench, bury in Lime.

Deeper than six feet under is the right of way, keeping the rest of the living safe from plague

It’s bubonic or supersonic without a free will’s choice, it’s the First Cause at fault, no other

Place the blame on the “created” angels and the opposite of the Live, Evil divine square peg

Place it in a round hole for eternity, never works but keep up the good work in a powder keg.

Watch if you’re not blind but in any case, without eyes & in the darkness, all the same to me

You know more than I’ll ever pretend to comprehend even if I live to be a hundred and three

Same today as it’s always been, runnin’ out of the power I assumed was eternal immortality

Rigor Mortis set aside the dreams of staying with the ones still alive, in spinal synchronicity.

In a manner of speaking, words can’t do justice to the Truth of singing & dancing the polka

Christmas with your kinfolk is one thing but even a loner who has nobody, loves as orphan

Single but not for long, you all can begin the long line of descendants from here on out too

Merry Christmas celebrations of a son of the creator of the universe as we know it, so blue.

All paths to travel upon are ahead at the crossroads, nothing behind Presence, out of time

Greater than a decimal point yet less than a quark within a proton, memory of life on a dime

Fallen into the bottomless pit between the north & south poles’ imaginary twirl’s RIP middle

Where most bones become buried either in mixed dust or crumbled mass’ RNA, I’ll fiddle.

Known or unknown, matter and energy are all there is, no divine ghost above the sun known

Allstar's burning gas in an infinite mass extinction, brink of annihilation due to a hot whim

 Random bones, 208 trained by ignorant, wise men with Pretend Complex, know-it-all goon

Advantage to conquer deaf & dumb MFers, undead assimilate a moronic fake, neon moon.

Gold left over in the dirt and rocks just because that’s the way the Lead settles in the Truth

Metaphysics you’ll never realize is the origin of everything y’all hope & pray for, I forsoothe

Rational humans, gone up and away from the dirt & rocks, water is dehydrating like Mars’

Can you dance and sing if you comprehend your finite Cause, accidental Big Bang avatars.

Step off of your ledge and fly for the final trip over the light fantastic, dynamic duos do rock

On the #Marconi, plugged into the broadcast ad infinitum, forget about a full contact Doc

Learned absolute and relative Truth, repeating to teach the teachers to accept the drool

Predication of atomic subjects yielding objects to communicate WTF, cockroach scroll.

On the off switch, blinded by the light to focus on the images that become invisible in Time

Recollect the products we’ve multiplied and divided in the calculus’ trigonometry I rhyme

 High as the Top Gun flies close to the end of air’s edge of empty Space, in soul man stealth

No need for anything in the End, Faith in immortality just a whim to quell the fear of Death.

Killing the living & eating it or using its remnants to build castles in the hot sand, they all fall

Into the sea, eventually, to the bottom of the ocean, why you can’t believe it, I’m a TNT ball

Last Christmas is like next Christmas, but this Christmas is a final annihilation of the Devils

By the bye as above, so below, you weren’t alive before your conception, you’ll die of Evils.

Dig this without a shovel man, understand nothing about where you came from nowhere

Man, you know it, can’t pull the wool over your blinded eyes, you see it all inside of the rim

Playin’ way above it like all the players do the do, happy where I’m at, where I’ve been too

Good to know all the things that get you over on the morons attempting to steal your brew.

Nobody gets anything for free, you’ve got to work for it & develop the perfection rough ride

Catch me later outside, I’ll give you another tip or two, followed instructions, all in stride

I believe it all that I know, I know all that I believe, it’s a tautological hunk of misdirection

Get there anyway at the edge when nothin’ else is goin’ away, here for a duration situation.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December XV^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1000 AMPST

{ Crafted with hearty compassion while listening to @WARtheBand #Chrismas compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Nxha3d4_ZM }

#TieYo’ShoesRichie

#BreathInYobody 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#VietNamEra #RockHITS70z

MAMA MIA TOLD ME NOT

TO COME, I’M JUST TRIPPIN’

Heroes you are related to by way of psychic RNA, the “x” ingredient in the formula, throw up

It cannot be allowed to be contained with the matrix, it flows in every direction from center

Sun and moon swap magnetic charge through the ether, gravitational collapse far, far away

Ending doesn’t matter since the beginning is moot, no point in repeating ad infinitum today.

I’ll survive the extinction of 208 bones evolved out of one cell or another, be alive & be dead

No ghost in the machine before existence, essence created spontaneously, sex combusted

Just a bit of friction causing the insemination of the duplication to originate in the wet-dark

Its application anonymous with or without a feeling in love or any love at all, it will all work.

All of Time is full of High Hopes to fill in the future blanks of dreams to come true, or not too

Just because some of us think we’re so pretty doesn’t mean anything to the blind and dumb

Seriously folks, there’s a reason why the stupid idiots don’t live to be elder & free to be boss

High hopes put you in the right left frame of mind to get dressed to kill, hit town to get some.

Songs sung for the input and output, a give and take of the bards & pied pipers, up on stage

Microphones & speakers to make it perfectly clear what the message is, there ain’t a doubt

Racket boys do what they do, you know what you know, you the book by the skin of yo’ teeth

Finally released from the imaginary bonds of society, got laid a few times before on a sheet.

On a pool table, back seat of a Chevy, a Plymouth & a Ford, we in my folk’s uptown flat too

Good old days I remember like they were yesterday, I recollect it all, present, as I bid adieu

Orange and tangerine in storage and what else do you need so we can begin, nothing I bet

Or if you do want in some form, what is it so that I may donate to the CAUSE and EFFECT.

For the love of the man with the gun in his hand, our holy warriors, sons of our forefathers

Handling the film which recorded the present at some past time is cool, however mothers

It’s a wherewithal worth disseminating through the cosmic soup, received divine bangers

Got what it takes to be the best One in paradise can be, nobody does, songs need singers.

Overture heard in the background while you enjoy your comatose state of being the Many

Sounds like a Hungarian Rhapsody or some other classical gas from the past, an art form

I played it on the squeeze box, it was memorized at 11 or 12 years old, now I’m 75, WTH?

Anyways, 0 & 2 (Oh & Two) for the last time, it’s the words, cut into One Logo, ring a bell?

Hard liquor lick is required to swallow soft, hard facts, mentally draining yet necessary too

If you’re not drunk, when you hear & discover the actual Truth, your fear of death will slew

Either you alone or another living thing, humane, feline or canine with no prey, just pray

Hillbillies & jelly beans, they’re saved from Easter Sunday, sins of the father, Sun’s UV ray.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, November XIXth MMXXV Anno Domini at 0830 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to LIVE dead @JimCroce in concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3_ZS56qzJLs?si=qCdaqXz0Pf3OoTNd }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MASTERPIECE @TemptationsTHE #ShrimpsOnTheBarbe #LetUsROLL @JimmyPage #MAGIC @AC/DC #RIFFRAFF #ShrimpOnTheBarbie @WARtheBand #TheWorldsAGhetto #TwainsTwang

ANGELS' Haloes FALLEN

SO, WHAt the helle?

xyz

Getting to know you is like trying to recall how I used to be, before I forgot all about my jive

As I recollect the acidic trip, it was on orange sunshine or strawberry double dome, two too

Y’all we all know it could have been purple microdot since the carnival became dead Live

Every damn human being for 24 hours was a cartoon character or I was the cartoon in blue.

Back & forth over seas for a year, it was all it was cracked up to be, downtown harmless lies

Only in a foreign country where every single person had the exact same face or same eyes

Performance enhancing drugs made from the Earth’s plants both natural and mutated blow

Includes the human and the divine, everything everywhere in the Void, all atoms’ holy H2O.

Between flights of innocence to the acceptance of guilt for the actions performed on the LSD

Tripping in 2nd City or a Sound People’s Republic of Seattle or aGolden State Salsa hot or mild

Who cares about the end of Life when you’re never present in the past or the future, just free

To be honorable, honest, rules & regulations follower, good example for the innocent & wild.

Play that quiet soliloquy inside your head that suffices for your acceptance speech in deadpan

I owe it all to my predecessors who allowed me to read & incorporate their Gold & Silver span

From before & after the 10 commandments & Aristotelian & Platonic dialogues via word salad

Teaching the teachers to be A+ students all through the training, becoming a good gal and lad.

Normal is quiet & smooth sailing, like a sailboat on the sea with no gale in sight, just you, me

And the deep ahead, below & above, ice, hot lava, black hole & a divine, unholy of Singularity

Medicine won’t aid the function, only oblivion realized can assuage the Will to Survive in vain

Privilege checked, it’s my honor to be 1st & last, preconception to postmortem, a fool’s reign.

We trained for this, you know & I know what the score is, we’re ahead & the loser is behind it

“To err is human,” divine is being aware of our human nature, limits to flesh & 208 hard bones

Dying is like living, you don’t know what it’s like until you #JustDoIt #AboveSoBelow, all gone

Treasure of silver, gold, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, rubies in a footlocker of Davey Jones.

Grief exposed as the longing for the presence of One long gone, loved, admired & emulated

Hero as the host of what I’ve come to be from lost to the found, logic & reason exacerbated

Philosophical diatribe notwithstanding, essence preceded existence, yet it’s random precision

Facts of life, you live then you die, between you receive & distribute pain & pleasure into Sin.

Ten commands to not withstand, being good by never being evil, meaning no harm, no foul

Engage from the start & finish with a big bang, as it was in the beginning before the holy soul

Dove of invisible light and power to create something from Nothing, a miraculous suck of God

Alone in a Z28 Camaro place in Space, everywhere all at once, Ra’s race, at One purple hotrod.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 9-2-2025 AD @ 666 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #AintNoJustice by the @Temptations on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60?si=XF8rDn8kNlO8MSkp }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GypsyMan #CallMeOne #GrandSlamsMLB2025 (April-August) #Chicago #LakeHumuhumunukunukuapua'ua

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

In the last strand of string theory, there’s a lack of anything but the Void’s holy water

Maybe it flows and maybe it doesn’t, it might be ice, vapor, or an evaporated molecule

Matter, It is all that matters, words created from lines in the sand or red dirt, an original

No copies anywhere else in the solar system, galaxy & arguably entire universe of HAL.

Blown job inside of your recon kit, in case you get the Jones’ runnin’ amok in a wet dream

Within that wet dream once again, dreaming that you’re dreaming & can’t wake up a team

Faith in what will happen tomorrow is a phantom of everybody’s opera, faith no more in it

Sounds & feelings to hear & feel, sights to see, scents to whiff, all immaculate taste of chit.

What I can say, I can tell you all, you may not believe but you certainly will in live thin skin

Lying in a morgue or just fell into some unimaginable situation, at Peace or in the holy War

In the end of the line, there is the oneness like no other place in the whole universe’s spin

Dripping iced, boiled coffee grounds until clearwater turned to chocolate brown for ½ & ½.

Apparently, the appearance of a shining light in the darkness is a magnetic attraction to It

Anything of any planetary species requires rivers and seas to flow, incredibly golden chit

Before mankind discovered WORD, there were only bacteria and viruses to be, a Big Bang

Think anything but rhythm and rhyme & you’re in good company, a queer quotient rang.

Cause just before the primary one to be the godfather/godmother/god Amma for reals

Hits and misses when you have nothing but fortune and accident become moot, Id feels

But the super-Ego and it’s only minion, the Ego mind mines the diamonds, drinkin’ Tang

Dreams nothing but reality you find incredible, you have the Will to Power the shebang.

Did you live out your life to be thrust to the end of the universe, no saving holy Ones in

This Twilight Zone of Causes & Effects created in perpetuity to the inner demons, all I am

Twinkle little or big star, it’s all the Will to Power gleaned from the classics of talkin’ heads

Right here & right now, tools only telescope and microscopic flick of the switched creeds.

Originating before presence in fertilized ovum form, you didn’t exist, once & for all Time

Synchronized minds of millions to group think one way, never another way but One, ever

Criticize my critique of Syntactic Structures, Noam Chomsky all good, I don’t GAF, I’m free

Pops asked me if I had any questions about birds & bees, gave the lowdown, apple tree.

Down the same drain your forefathers measured for burial & atom distribution to the wind

Man, unkind as it sounds, must eliminate the roaches, rats & odor defalcation all in the mind

Dim lights & dim wits all of which become burnt into ash, disbelief kicks the cans dead ends

I’ve lived & died right there at the dead end, by a fire hydrant between cotton tree depends.

Fire in the hole, subject after subject from Spell to Math to Geographical Wah-Wah cultures

Looking for work to get paid to pay for the food to eat & quarters to inhabit, bunkbed pure

Systematic as the Earth wobbles & revolves about a burning black hole, you can’t look hotrod

Naturally you’ll go blind, your retina can’t get next to the God, we worship, the sun of God!

Over & under the plans of mankind, there never were any except pictographs & hieroglyphs

Inside of caves on the walls, inked up & never rain washed, why & where they came from

Nobody knows, a bunch of the foreigners before the USA became the power, all masons free

On being a man who knew the lowdown, it pays to have good karma, be nice as the nymphs.

Lost the light in the darkness, didn’t pay bills, I was laid off, I lost my paycheck on the lottery

Loaned more from the Man, interest 25% compounded daily, I’m now the gangster of a hood

Hired the spies & compiled the strategies, executed the plan in a perfect synchronization ditty

Secured on an island, hilarious as Gilligan’s show, mamas fine, species survived, got all woke!

A jitterbugging for the rocks that used to roll before the necrosis set into the sinews & bones

Still kickin’ in my barn though, got the bull by the horns and it’s the prize of the holy i-phone

Got all wound up ‘cause we were gettin’ ready to roll up to the coast, rockin’ by the seaside

Pacific or Atlantic don’t matter, I’ll take the Gulf of America down below Texas, my fly bye.

Mixed up only deep within my own thin skin, bones & sinews keep the verve keepin’ cover

To my one mind’s eye, the two in the sockets and I know the ending of sight-seeing, it’s over

Morning dawn to the sunset of evening, chimes of the bell tower wakin’ up the i-Phones

Growing upon the whippersnappers who bounced on the knee & then threw the stones.

Rising up to the top where the cream survives the heat of the burn into gas, empty tanker

Ran out of the fuel long before the cruise in darkness, floating and gliding down to Earth

Peels of the peaches and space junk that floated about until gravity called it a mortal’s sin

So and so, it’s what y’all are, what I am is what I am or what is it? Figment of imagination.

All completely severed from the Oneness, being just one of the many billions is shorthanded

Nothing t’all you nor I may inject will help the situation become optimal for the minions of all

You know and I know that many fish are Humuhumunukunukuapua’a, but they do not know

No brain or mind, just swim, consume, inject ova with Cheerios & Wheaties juice, let’s blow.

All gypsy men lookin’ for their homes, they got to find a place for the safe home to slide into

Hearts and souls depleted regenerate the effulgence lost in the trip down the fallopian tubes

Maybe you’ll run right into the exact target you’ve aimed for, maybe not, you may die empty

Just because you thought you were so pretty, took advantage of the miracle I made, yeah, me!

Calming the sea of tidal waves comin’ into the Jersey shore, chairman of the board’s orders it

Hence, the water stops churning undertow & acts as a swamp, dead sea of life, not one teat

Keeping out of places we’re not allowed to go due to pressure on our genome, we blow sheet

Can’t glean the Truth from the bull’s scat applied to philosophy & religion, I’m agnostic, Eff It!

Pressure inside a container will implode if the whole shebang is inside of a vacuum sans air

Hits and misses on the bulls’ eyes are what it’s all about, you will never know the Words again

Silence is as golden as the silver bullets in the werewolves’ heads and hearts, but I don’t care

Words, sworn in pathetic vulgarity, in jest or in complete disbelief of the Whole, a Holy Zazen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbB0FOrynAA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Got wood ??

GRAND SLAMS 2025 A.D.

@CoffinCorner Hangtown to Coloma, California #FromTheSeaToTheStratosphere #SupraSubStacked #CaseyKasemSPECIALhappyEnding #FLOsnips #BedBathAndBeyondNewsomeLosesome

flow IS THE WAY TO GO

A moment after I was punched in the nose, I lost a pint of blood or two

Seemed like a whole gallon, transfused before the operation, MF mook

From Texas or Mississippi, like a plague it got from Florida to Montana

Conditional digits flash zero to nine ad infinitum, Hangtown to Coloma.

Now is the time in Time, inside of the outer limits of a twilight zone soul

General and Particular for a subject and predicate, metaphysics of a hole

Nothing special about comprehending conclusions with truths as proofs

As above, it is exactly the same as below, regardless of your other spooks.

Think therefore you may be what you think you is, soda cracker you are too

No fooling your perfect perception, extra-zero of the plus and minus of “x”

Long number line from zero to infinity, multiple choices to swig more brew

Kegs & ponies emptied out after red solo cups all got burnt in a flambé stew.

Inside the labor force there’s a ghost remaining after the heroes all died out

After the battles on hallowed ground, their bones got a period & a full stop

Punks with greasy hair, combed back in a pretend barbershop group-pop

Road from the garden of Eden onto the road to Hades, God morphs doubt.

Jump off of the cliff to the water of the sea, down below the trails and beach

Deep breath & jump, eyes both wide open seeing the last sight within reach

Lights go out & it’s just like falling asleep on a blanket on the sidewalk, ever

And ever ad infinitum, above, so below, what will be, will be, that’s forever.

Prick up your ears so you can’t only hear Sound but also your blowin’ horn

This isn’t what is happening on Earth for all the dead & gone, all too human

Bright lights shining inside the closet of darkness, old ladies have no reason

Oh, your God didn’t create you? God is not dead since never was ever born.

Or will you know you’re dead once you die? No but I don’t know why, so

I’m doing my best at being the worst I’ve ever been, I have confidence ditto

Hard or softer rocks getting the rhythm & blues in order to reflect ghosts

They’re here & now, some time & then vanished, all night’s twitter posts.

I’ve no doubt about it, dumb luck takes care of the problems with destiny

Face it sooner or later, you’re in it to win it or you’ll die up high in the sky

Meaning nothing but the ways and the means to achieve nirvana is mine

Don’t own it, just using the thing itself, it’s holy oneness’ is so Pope fine.

Uncle Romeo married Aunt Juliette & were real life, daughters & sons

Of south Jersey near Philly was close enough to Brooklyn’s Bowery boys

Faces get pretty or they don’t, it depends on the DNA combo, Ma virgin

It’s what’s inside that counts, so they say, perfect form of flesh & bone.

Got bent just like my girlfriend who married me told me to, honey stealth

Broadened my horizon in twenty-four hours of unexpected introspection

I had to pivot from my original sin, biting into a forbidden fruit, apple sin

High up above the highest palm & redwood trees, bald eagles fly in health.

Between the origin of life and the final curtain, it’s a play on words to go

Pin cushion soft & ready for a stab and choke, the last one had a black belt

Retaliated & caused severe emotional & physical stress on the hero at hand

Fan means “fanatic” out of touch, out of time outs as above, so hot below.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August 20^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

“A slow dance with fate, shoes untied, tripping over the punctuation marks of memory—every stumble a stanza, every gasp a rhyme. Words unravel between the edge of a whisper and the thundercrack of hindsight, chasing the truth through shadowed corridors where echoes sign divorce papers with invisible ink. The hero limps forward, carrying scars like curious constellations, searching in the dark for a story worth the bruise, a meaning stitched inside the aftermath.” 

By Artie fishell the intel Agents one