#MakeMyWISHcomeTrue @MariahCarey #Snow #Ice & #Missletoe #AllIWantForChristmas #PleaseComeHomeForChristmas #TheEagles

BE IN HARM’S WAY, DONE MY WAY, AQUA BLUES TO TRUMP A QUEEN

Surround squares by woke lovers equal to the matrix’ rubric cube effect, 1 angel’s 1st cause

Whatever heats and freezes is all there is, matter or immaterial, special effect of gold dust

You care ‘til you can’t laugh any longer & you begin to cry about the death of the fallen One

Poor old spirit first created out of Nothing by the matrix, no accidental conception, my son.

Rich beyond the billions of the wealthy in universal atomic fission & fusion, a particle of silk

Leftovers once Big Bangs pass from a Future’s forwarding to the Past’s Presence, a fool’s ilk

Follow a bouncin’ ball that leads us all from the dream between your ears & reality of a goof

Trip with or without the generosity of pot plants we hex into magic potions, we’re 180 proof.

I gave it all for nothing, trained to survive in the center of dire straits, distributed at random

No recollection of a guilt complex of historical, ancient civilization & the ocean’s sea scum

Knowing Nothing itself as well as you can without saying a thing about its zeroed empty sun

Hits, playin’ @Motorcity @Motown song & rockin’ #Suspicions among us, strait shot’s 151.

Code too complex for a simple mind, calculus’ trigonometry & analytic, ancient philosophy

Above the sky that’s blue in the daytime, pitch-black spread-out coast to coast on the spin

Ask your mama for Truth, since your father’s either dead or just vanished upon a THC cloud

Life is what the hell it is, it knows the occult mystery of magicians, pretender’s holy shroud.

I won’t ever tell you I told you so, I didn’t tell you so, there was a secret to be kept, a promise

To the One who left Space’s matrix, y’all fell out of Earth’s spin, above, below, what to miss?

You’re not the ashen bones in the funeral pyre’s display, you ain’t in the undertaker’s casket

Where you are is better than a quart of formaldehyde replacement of the vampire’s biscuit.

Wings on my back, only one chosen to hang on to my invisible tail, she won’t ever let it go

Eventually we’ll be where we’ve always been, everywhere that a Big Bang can go, we blow

The function of mathematics cannot be denied, it originates with a point-to-point lineup

Then an imagination erasure of the space between the ears, within the skull & bone’s cup.

Runneth over due to an effulgence of I don’t know what, subatomic waste of rainbow trash

Hate & Love, imaginary fruits and vegetables from the plants & trees of liquid and gas hash

One more chance before you die and way before lying on your death bed’s ground of being

Movement animating all I need, transformation of Form & Matter, still a Star in Singh-Singh.

My father & mother told me to follow the leader until I figured out how to live in my own way

From the bootstrings in basic training to the fully vested retiree embedded in solid ground

We all live on it, some of us believe we don’t and we’re not responsible for the outcome day

Final judgement on your acts of good & evil’s commands, law-code well known rule to play.

Find out you’re mortal and your skin and bones will leave happiness behind in a 6-foot hole

Only if you’re fortunate, some get a body bag of bones, some nothing but Earth’s mink stole

Hot sun melts the tar upon the roof, your feet ain’t fireproof, so hot yo’ sandals wanna die

Under the boardwalk down by the sea, me & my baby on a blanket eatin’ a hot dog & fries.

You father, a man, loved a mother, yours or somebody else’s mama, disseminating the fool

From coast to coast and border to border, papa was a rolling stone wild with gravity’s cool

Chance and the free will to cause the effects that happen to darling couples, incubate an X

May be a Y combined code without intent, just lucky to become present, Gods live for Sex.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Freezember XXII^nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Appropriated via the Calculus of the Void function, jammed to @MarvinGaye #LetsGetItOn in a #Motown Top 100 Greatest Hits in a loop on youTube, link @ https://youtu.be/eYBS1WZeb9o }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrazyAboutYouBaby #BlowinSmoke @SmokeyRobinsonUndTheMiracles #Doubleback @ZZTop #WalkYouToTheDoor #GimmeAKiss #AllThatsGood @MontyPythonAndTheHolyGrail

RODIN, RODAN & ROSEMARY CRUISIN’ TWITTERIN TO A-GOGO

Philosophical conundrum is on the table, no dessert today just a punch on the chin

Kicking me in the head now, I am woken from being awakened with a kick in the shin

Fine lines drawn from one point to another but after two points, it’s three to infinity

Zeroed in on your mother’s womb, where we all come from, where even you can see.

Glowing orb is not only this but it’s also that, no gods just stars’ dots of light, no Zeus

Sparks of the starlight called hot stuff, that’s all there is and there’s Nothing but Bruce

Scat in your guts & you can’t get this out of your blocked colon, concrete scat of blues

Punks murder themselves, greasers’ combed hair follicles into frequencies’ flat waves.

Power flows until The Final Ending, a finale worth waiting for the happy new year’s cheer

Sadness and disappointment come with love and the loss of It, there’s no need to fear

Superman & Underdog know the score, always beats losing, Winning, I’m Winning it all

No casino, dice game or cards’ Rummy for dummies, looking at cards to avoid lyin’ eyes.

Minds blown leave no chaffe and nobody recalls who or where they were, all mute points

From the first to the final dot in the matrix, solid waste in your holy belly rots all your joints

Killing the host won’t help the defendant dependents but the annihilation of missile’s TNT

Dynamite TNT is A1 birdie flu, you will get sick & die, facts of life, species has no way to see.

A foot in front of the other, step by step, inch by inch on the ground, 1 step up, 2 steps back

Don’t take a sure bet since nothing is certain in principle nor in reality, its in Santa’s ol’ sack

Presents under a Christ’s Cross, named Christmas Tree, every house in the Pope’s purview

Coast to coast on every piece of dry land, 7 continents and tops of mountains below Blue.

Bodies from one cell to the other looking for a Saint named Nick, Nicolas, Nickie or Claus

I blew the top off of Secrets of the shepherds are divulged, we’re the chaffe of a divine boss

Knowing a thing or two is impossible but it’s important to discover that you’re one of a few

Dreams I woke up from & regarded as trips of the ladies & germs they populate for the view.

In the pinch, there’s nowhere to go when your back’s up against the wall, just run away now

Don’t delay your returnit will never happen, go forward young woman, aft or off a ship’s bow

God’s blood isn’t red inside of the host, blue-purple deeply infused, iron ore of solar power

Everyone with the starlight within, that’s every life from virus to eagles, I’m in an ivory tower.

Words out of everyone’s pie hole caused the history of this wobbling world, Gods’ dirty job

Bodies fall like The Spirit & got this and that inside of your bowels, it deserves to be banned

Bringing your mother to your father’s funeral was a trip to die for, awesome God’s a hot blob

You know it, we all know but we forgot as if it’s never happened, no strike-out, I get fanned.

Three up & three down, innings of the outings end when the game’s over, I’m winning, loser

Roots underground to suck the Void’s power, can’t get higher than your skull’s top shelf hair

Long or short, nothing can stop the animation except a deep sleep you can’t awaken from

Guilty of being innocent constantly, my protocol is desire is to stay alive on crap of a bum.

High earners and low consumers fill the holy and sacred dirt with hope, faith & free charity

Love you and the things themselves, form & matter both are all there is, in a naked, big city

Money & the gold rocks it represents is a barter tool for the Haves & Have-Nots punt kicker

Be the Ball, shoot or pass it to win the game, you missed too many shots, give it up, loser.

You just woke up? It’s now getting real so wipe the sleep out of your eyelids, suck a pacifier

Sand in your skivvies and bikini bottoms, it’s time to go surfing at Big Sur, wet suit on Lucifer

A black veil on Life, death in finite reverse, I’m playin’ with my slinky & Hasbro chemistry set

Christmas of the 1960’s is not the Christmas of the 2020’s, don’t take my word for it, go Vet!

Homers hit by ringers who pretend to be lame ducks, a four banger works every time, cheer

Three up and three down, three outs on three pitches, three flies & you’re out, down a beer

No driving drunk, alcohol’s useful idiots help nature thin the herd, Merry Xmas’ blown mind

Fixed events from cause to effects, you’re here a minute then you’re gone, kill the stop sign.

So, count backward from a hot million, it’s how long you’ll probably live, maybe not divine

All too humanly humane, the homo erectus & habilis have become the Australopithecines

Longing time from Day One, yet here we are now & then, it’s the hot finale of the playground

All footsteps dead-stopped, golden silence aftereffects of one Divinity’s palette, OM sound.

Supernova it is, don’t ever forget, never, ever forget about the thing itself, where I come from

It’s cornbread & chicken after I get off of the Jersey Turnpike, got 18 wheels rollin’ to heaven

Finger lickin’ chicken birds that can’t fly, never could, eggs zygotes fried & BBQ’d them birds

Let’s get it on, you know where I’m comin’ from, you’ve been there sugar, it’s Love’s Words.

Truth & false statements make the world go around, I’m All full of it, fuels spinning wobbles

Beatin’ around a bush helps but Truth can’t be found that way, Earth ain’t a god, dam water

Dropped the ball, game tilted and it’s nearly all over, no freedom to choose immortal bones

My way is this way, I’m hitchin’ a ride, my GTO broke it’s speed rule, exceed a 100 MPG limit.

Blown mind between my ears, covered with the dead mane of inner growth, black to white

High or low, you need to go to school & learn to be good, bad & ugly, it’s a hot, survival fight

Bones stop, muscles atrophy, death blossoms in your heart & soul on the day after you die

Dragons pretend to be alive as you do, a mythological chimera, sons of Woman survive, Lie!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 12-19-2024 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Jammed while @MarvinGaye jammed #LetsGetItOn & #MOTOWN #HITS on YouTube in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/dlF7o5ArGDs?si=2NoycdRjHylsMfLP  & now I’m goin’ to #AGoGo with @SmokeyRobinson link @ https://youtu.be/7Hor2JdLPmA?si=T8jpFwdF8FBDzaJv } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Twelve-Twelve-TwentyFour Anno Domini @111 PMPST @Trump @Musk @Besos @SnoopDog @DonnieYen #Eminum #MarshallMathers #TiscuitATasquette #SheCouldn'tChangeMoi

I KID YOU NOT, SCATOLOGY UFO YOU KNOW

Quotes of your parents you’ve never forgotten & you’re an orphan left off in a dark gangway
High above the stratosphere, we’re up there getting’ higher, drunk on whine in skullduggery
Talk to the hand about the clouds full of hydrogen and oxygen, above and below the ground
Space out and space in every place we’ve been and we’re gonna go until there’s no sound.

Silence and gold only come in clear when there’s only the One leftover from a Bigger Bang
One night stand comes before you know it, ugh, now get out… come back, no Bang-la gong
Streets and throughways near the turnpikes & toll roads, border to border coast to coastal
Kiss the end of the line’s point of no return, you won’t be comin’ back this or any Way at all.

Becoming two when you’re one is impossible, it’s a fool’s errand without any return at all
Fools do it all the time, go on errands that will never prove fruitful in the end at the finale
When silence falls upon the deaf ears, they’ll know that the time has come to rise & fall
Juggernauts and cosmonauts battle with the astronauts for end of the uncivil war in gaol.

Serious as a jungle-rot rash between your legs and stink foot from the jungle tundra tarpit
Feature creatures not scaring the children because they’ve heard it all, they have no fear
Good and Evil, abstraction of the collective, cultural recollection to modify ape behavior
Nowhere in or out of Time can an origin be found, it’s a phantasm-chimera’s secret door.

Whether you know it or not, there’s a condition for you coming to Earth to be alive today
Price to pay that only your soul can equal the value of, it’s a million-dollar trip, eh sensei
Signs of the Times meaning that harbingers give you clues to the victorious, a good ol’ boy
Lead to a climax in the conception, immaculate or dirty, filthy DNA ejaculated into a Void.

Old and in the way, talking and having a dialogue on Talk Radio, soon to slip into darkness
Like it or not, death comes into your life either by way of Others or your own sleeplessness
Yet, the line is drawn, nobody gets out alive & nobody gets in without a solid, personal girl
Always with you, all of us & me include, our fate is sealed in the spinning dirt, gonna hurl.

You’ve got two choices, there is no neutral fool, just the good & evil fools who roll this way
All up in smoke, the garbage truck couldn’t remove Gods from the whole universe, far away
Blown atoms in molecular decay and there will be no more TD’s, Homers or Goals of Hoops
Knowledge of song & dance of G-Scouts who had chocolate-mint cookies, Chitown troops.

Wiser than the most wise fool on a hill without a recollection of your holy mind’s third eye
You will never know the secrets that nobody knows but the aliens born to the outer realm
No descendant of Adam & Eve outside the Earth, a dead cosmonaut-astronaut in the sky
Knowledge of Nothing is our wisdom, you are conceived, deceived and then y’all just die.

Burial Mother Earth dirt, covered satisfaction of million-dollar coffins, swapped a hot ash
Like a first kiss when you swap spit, the saliva of digested dead animals & plants, mashed
First Cause is just the one and only one, original gangster without a gang, Capone/Trump
You’re in, I’m in & we’re all gonna die since we’re all alive for a NYC minute, a Void Dump.

Copy my answers and you’ll flunk, I’m a genius with the directions to the annihilation too
I wouldn’t leave a molecule behind when I atrophy into the grand slam, the Big Bang, Boo
Fear and loathing of this conglomeration of Word will get you all to the End, Singularity sea
Inside outside of Nothing there is Something, know your blind faith well, to be or not to be.

A last blow of smoke out your face, higher than a kite from the brain fog, smiling at danger
Jumping off of a cliff is no problem, forgetting about a gift for your Loves, a Big, bad Banger
Part of the whole is that this here is a dream nobody knows is going on, trip-ship has sunk
Hills to climb, mountains of dope & soap to conquer scatological stink, stank, stunk funk.

Who knows what nobody knows? God knows all about nothing, now hear this alogrhythm
High below the core, insurance covered scam, you pay & your portfolio swaps a spittle SIM
Creative and programmed to fail or succeed, an inside job with a surfer who hung the Ten
Board straight down into the sand of the ocean, a young man and the sea, what are Men?

Dust is the broke down Past of civilized and uncivilized humans & the inhumane animalia
Sex up your husbands and wives for the end of the all too humane story, oh hostile regime
It’s only some people who survive death, you know who they are and you laugh, no guffaw
At the largess of an opine voiced in public squares or in print, privileged as above so below.

Prior to the skulls gave up their ghosts to a pile of disassembled bones in a box, unless ash
The game of life has a priori rules you’ve been enculturated with, become a naked apeman
In the original sin of Adam & Eve, there is an assumption of a master of their own origins
Completely in and out of the electro-mechanical intersection with the soft skull & bones.

It is all that I am, no force like the fame of fools that will become as lame as a holy ghost
Signify as usual when you run the dozens, talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama is like mumblin’ in jello
It’s no scat under the bridge, it’s disintegrated into empty space above & below yourselves
Keep tippin’ back the cans, bottles & jugs, Jack Daniels & other Medicinals on top shelves.

You are not here and now as you’ve been thinking that you were, it ain’t your fault though
Your mama told you nothin’ & absent father had no clue about the End, just ash in a hole
Find out about the Truth while you can, it leads to skepticism about the Pope & POTUS ilk
Present, Past & in a Future mere allusions to the illusion, grandee or petite, just drink milk.

Fill your cup and you’ll find it’s bottomless pit beneath the core of Earth’s planetary orbit
Gravity is the result of the vortex created by the wobbling revolution of hollow Earth S#it
It’s nobody’s fault that this is the way it is, a cosmic cause & effect, beyond Good & Evil
Repeat ad infinitum, no momentum to cease, God’s begone Soul, you die on Calgary hill.

 

 by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, 12-12-2024 A.D.
{ I got time, almost out of breath SOUL link @
https://www.youtube.com/live/gkLezDHUAjQ?si=wGn5WD5a7tRK1GOd }
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.? 

#SoulStripper @ACDC & #SonnyPower (my pop in cielo) @JossStone in concerto #Parliament #ChocolateCity #DiversityEquityInclusion #DEI is #DOA #RunDMC #ItsTRICKYstarlight #GoNowhereAlltimeAllstars #SonnyAndCher

COLD HANDS, DADDIO & THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE-DRONE

Common yet unusual as the distance between new years and old centuries in a deep sleep

Recommended to stay woke as long as you can ‘cause once your condition is to be a creep

That code Red is the last code you’ll get as the SOS that it’s an emergency for skin & bones

Mortal mankind ain’t a divine creator of this system or star constellation of fireball drones.

Short bets or long shots for the odds to get beat, in a fluke of the probability that you’ll win

So much to lose when you’ve got everything, nothing left once your last gasp pulls the wind

In and out of your face’s nose & mouth, it keeps that thing itself clickin’ on cylinders I spare

My back covered and I’ve got yours too whether you see me near you or not, I will be there.

Symmetrical Attraction to the misalignment of the trajectory and missed the bull’s eye dot

Far, far away from the ground’s gold in the dirt, where pretty and painted XX’s run the XY’s

Yeah you all know what I mean except for the nuns and priests who cut off their psyche tips

The Way that the species mixed variation to survive as the most fit to avoid extinction’s lips.

Looking back now that it’s all said and done, no headaches, no heartaches, sick until death

Example of problems that need solutions are everywhere, look for trouble, gasp bad breath

I am never out of line, I own every line, single file or mob style, granny & minnie skirts I covet

Legs, ankles & toes to the tips of styled hair styled over 7 holes, ears, eyes, nose & mouth.

Created by the invisible, alien-like ghosts-gods’ blind faith in what all dying elders swallow

Hook, line and sinker, the fishermen caught the days catch and it’s time to scream out blow

About the conditions of life while you & I are wide awake trying to have a good time, bull’s it

No work, all play made Jack & Jill get a break goin’ up the hill to fetch a pail of H2O on a bit.

Blood stays inside your heart to feed your soul until it stagnates with Time & empty Space

Vinegar and brown paper on your head before you go to bed is what Jack & Jill breakin’ face

Call it a crown, your skull busted and lets your brain fluid drain, it was in it to win it, it’s gone

All of it, every sound in every room at every time you wake up in bed or a sleepin’ bag, son!

Luck has nothing to do with the karma you owe, it’s all about the scat you did, now you owe

Death is no escape for your debt to the culture, the society, the ladies and infectious germs

What you see is what you get, fictional accounts of seeing and believing surreal reality here

Now is the time, nobody has forever to make any difference at all in cosmic soup, dead hair.

Zygote to rigor mortis just the routine for the things that live, atomic nuclei live in blue skies

As above and so it is below, everything in every single case is what it is & that’s all the flies

Out of holy eggs they lay, spontaneous maggots’ little trip to see what’s always been for me

Trippin’ on highway of One, coastal feel of a bridge gone too far, this ain’t no shoppin’ spree.

It’s the Karma wreckin’ yard for the souls that couldn’t remain angels without wings, it’s fly

So, we’ll drink the wine, we’ll smoke the leaf and look around to see nobody but me & a CIA

Spy vs. Spy left over everybody else got gone, like it’s always been, all in & on their own way

Enemies turn into friends & vice versa, depending on how your money’s spent, smoke high.

Dark everywhere 90 million miles away the other way around the cosmic slop, just go fish

It’s a game of getting’ lucky finding the way in the darkness where miscreants roam in ash

This leftover of a Big Bang or an Original Sin of creating & blaming programmed DNA soon

For doing the do, walkin’ and runnin’ up and down ghetto roads to rewards and a final ruin.

Paradise on a trouble hook, snagging you, me & the weed of the sea makin’ slime backflow

Asexual reproduction & spontaneous combustion came just before the Eve of Adam, yo bro

Believe your blind faith slant on the reason you’re here & now, same fate, we’re all gonna go

Outlaws & in-laws all showed for the feast, each brought an addition to poison family, so?

There is no God, don’t trust me, look everywhere, all around, inside & outside, it’s bonkers

Illusion helps assuage the fear of death you see picking your friends, enemies & strangers

To be the one who comes up with the things to do all day, playing in the sand at the beach

Just lying around soothing the mind of fear and loathing, seething from scat out of reach.

Briefly there’s nothing just a priori of the thing itself, man and woman know, blind faithful

Coming into the stage of making love is complicated but in a nutshell, an evolutionary fool

Earth wobbles, spins, revolves all about the system of One, holy star 93 million miles afar

Far from audio visual dumps of duped popes, POTUSES, paupers all One, jack chit in a jar.

Cold outside, was no older than your last look at me, your eyes were grey like blue-silver

Seeing all you’ve seen, it’s incredible that you’re not crying all the time, I know it’s insider

Can’t walk around good & drunk, crying like a baby 24/7 just because you ain’t got prayers

For innocents & all jacked-up guilty, nothing helps, won’t stop ‘til a bitter End, crosshairs.

Here’s the way to the place where you get something to say about everything, go to school

Learn it all from music to philosophy, mathematics and physics, you’ll love all of the gruel

Eat heartily and you’ll see the results by the time you arrange for your corpse’s disposition

Every single time we enter the bones, the spirit can’t remain in accidental DNA mortal sin.

Oneness distracting the humans from doing something, making something before The End

Bitter or sweet Nothings come & tumble into the sea, Davey Jones warned us, do not send

Keep it in mind, keep it to yourself, San Franciso to Maple Shade, it all could be worse too

Timeline here and now to there and then via wherever the ball bounces, daymare, I’m blue.

Barflies have seen and actually originated the bar fights where many men received stitches

Thank Jack Daniels and Bud Weiser for their input, glass bottles break easy on the bitches

Finding what we all lost when our parents disciplined us from our ego’s intended homerun

Time and Space to return the favor of a reversal of fortunes, give & take or it’s gone for fun.

Pawns check the kings and queens because they can, given their gangland styles of killing

In California or Kiev, days & nights do what they do ad infinitum, stay stupid, all birds sing

Survival of the most fit to see through the cruelty of foul winters & summers, coast to coast

Dream clouds disguise fake facts of life, you’re here, now & gone in a NY minute, then toast.

Salute to Annandale and San Ysidro because they’re there but where, nobody knows at all

Coming here in the darkness, blinded by the bright Hollywood & Broadway lights, I freefall

On the other hand, it could be worse than it is, you could be sick and tired, ill or even dead

As the birds and bees have reiterated in front of your very eyes, nothing lasts forever, Fred!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, BLOVEMBER XXIII^rd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted from scratch while jammin’ to @VanMorrison #PhilosophersStone (ALL ALONE) K link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GrandSlamWinningEverythingInSights @Jaguar2025 @Porsche2025 #WINNING @Carlos_SantanaDevadip

EVE SAID, IT WAS  COOL TO JUST TAKE A TINY BYTE

{SUGAR HIGH FIVE TO GOD}

In the end, nothing matters once you’re not breathing in and out, know that Truth

Either accidental or on purpose, this Earth in orbit around a burning byte forsoothe

I am no idiot, moron or imbecile, I am not a man beyond my skin & bones of Flesh

Id to eat while Ego passed on mother’s milk, Superego suckle or so I’m told, go fish.

Mental retardation due to a blow to the head found in the MRI for y’all and I, fear not

Nobody lives forever, no skin & bone lasts longer than a century more or less, what I got

On the one hand, there’s ignorance and bliss then on the other hand, there is pure Sonny

My dad’s vision through his two grey iris eyes was all smoke & mirrors, divine son of a gun.

Punks moved away from a door beyond good & evil as a cause & effect twixt atoms in a galaxy

No night & no day if you’re not on planet Earth, nothing like this miraculous search for “Me”

This is a dream within Poe's etiquette dream, imagery of shadows within a cave’s inner wall

Nuclear missiles launched in error, restarted the ignition of Earth’s inner core, it’s a fire ball.

In and out of the mind locked inside of an illusion you’ve gleaned from the teachers' program

Jacked up so your conscious awareness gets away with murder but no, not on @instagram

Bleed words out the dish rags leftover from the necessary & sufficient conditional conclusion

Medium on high, lower than the lowest level of dancing bears left on Earth livin' in a redskin.

You move until you don’t, nothing to recall then, nothing is more of the Space between stars

Playing games or working with no winning in the end, it’s the way the ball bounces far

From the first to the last place in line, every angle of every shape, square to sphere of gas

Atoms whirl, planets too, between a Void & the whole shebang, it’s how the children play ass.

Not being vulgar, the primate thing, it’s the right thing, get old enough to reproduce & kill it

Original sin, you inherited the knowledge of good & evil & how to obey or break in-law’s rule

Philosophical Theology available, wide open, ignored by masses of Mass, transmutated amps

Mankind in its lowdown, dirty spirit reflects inner beauty covered in the bog of the swamps.

Hard candy melts quicker at 100 degrees than it does at 98.6, it helps, keeps the kids woken

They'll grow old & die just like y’all will, let 'em know as soon as possible ‘fore they’re all in

What they don’t know'll hurt them, all ignorant are at a disadvantage, happy idiot trippin’

Bliss itself takes all the time in the world to know Good, the Bad as Evil, Ugly as Sin.

Fighting for places in Space that can’t be invaded by most foul, misrepresentated ilk

You know what I mean, I know what I mean, I don’t know what you mean, I miscalculate milk

What represents this world inside your mind outside your mind, I can explain holes, too

Where nothing at all is everywhere around my head, 360 degrees above & below, free fall fool.

No fear of being without your intense and complex misapprehensions, gonna be just fine too

Cartoons you’ll recall, the day you met the circle of your infinite source, your Ma & Pa stew

Made you in one orbit & some full moons, like bread in the oven, super loaf of edible grace

Conquer you, on the land you walk on & let it go, without choosing a wind’s blown, easy pace.

Far away, already gone, got the picture of the empty rectangle’s perimeter, I care, you don’t

Air ran out, suffocated in oxygen, the O2 was too much to handle, exhausted the gods, I won’t

Just watch me roll, until I’m out of site, can’t see my face, you see clearly without lens’ fog

Oh no, you made a mistake, too far now, already gone, Eagle wings flap, jump over a GD bog.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER XXIInd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Kicked out my head while jammin’ 2 @jaguar COMMERCIAL #JaguarComm2024 link @ https://youtu.be/rLtFIrqhfng?si=Von_ds2dWTp4NGI4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Briefly-A-BARFLY

#MeAndYou? #WeBeThrough @AaronTippin #KissThis #ApesEatingDogs @ZZTop @ACDC @Supertramp @GretaVanThornberg #ArmstrongGettyRadioShow dot dot dot ...

HOW DARE YOU, SIR?  REVERSAL OF FORTUNE

This here thing itself is right here in front of you & I, there’s no mistake, you’re dying

Either of aged genome full of evolved DNA or an accidental murder via fear & loathing

You’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, nobody will know you ever graced the planet’s bays

Shores of Monterey or Tripoli, continental drift of the bull’s scat is nobody’s business.

Bugs everywhere slandered & annihilated in due course, it’s an evolution of animation

Moving after the Unmoved Mover originated the cartoon at our disposal, that’s livin’

Zygote to infant-toddler to grown homo sapiens beings gets you ending in immortal sin

Claiming before we’re conceived, we’re guilty for ancestral crimes vs. humanity skin.

It’s dynamite for the function of making a separation between atomic conglomerates

It’s doing the best for the annihilation of the Singularity, just being a tool is our fates

Seriously a function directly under the numerator, the denominator depends on zero

To be or no to be something or nothing, if divided by zero, you know nothing, my hero.

Can forever hold your peace if you don’t agree, if you’ve no counter-argument to con

If you’ve deduced another conclusion, although impossible, you’ve the logical reason

It’s worth disagreeing on the agreement, as long as you owe me no gold or credit debt

Hemorrhaged until vacuumed clear of the liquid iron & true grit, are you ready and set.

Peaceful battles against your friends on a chess board, 32 pieces & 64 squares, I’m a 1

Like the old song by Johnny Rivers, there was a legend of the worn-out mama’s 7th son

Done it all, you know the thing, tried to die with the thing but failed in the end, all alone

Call it spirit or soul-consciousness, mindful of the immortality & holy smoke of bone.

Time and Space on a thin line you know is one, invisible, abstraction of pretension fate

That you & I & everyone else ever to have lived or will have lived by the end of the date

Blind dated is the only way the survival will occur, don’t think about the innocent skins

Maybe any color the sun allowed during the DNA mutations from the original stepsons.

Film and movies can always be rerun if you’ve missed the premiere, on another hand

Stick it straight up your derriere with the impact of a #JackHammer, my new rock band

Son of a #Hammer, cyber investigate myriads of causes & effects, cybercriminal skill

Pray if you’re guilty, beg if you’re not & plead the 5th, awaiting a public defender shill.

Colored deep purple to crimson, ruby red, the blind see nothing the same, all is black

I believe the tide is going out away from the beach, there’s room to lie in the sun’s rays

Kiss this, fight about that, make-up on your face to cover up your scars & open sores

Kill the viral infections, the bacterial infiltration of killers, we are rare, T-bone steaks.

Special creation, spontaneous combustion & evolution of random collisions of atoms

All is one, unseen, invisible from 8 miles high, aliens see nobody, no short people sons

Daughters also, the mothers & sisters of the fathers & brothers, neither survive murder

Stabbed, shot, diseased or healthy old age-termination more or less one hundred, sir.

Body rocked from teenage years to occasionally beyond the octogenarian, y’all will die

No matter whether we like it or not, the Ends after consciousness is blackness on high

Closed eyes before you fall asleep is the thing, death is like that fall to sleep, a put-on

So you believe you can see past the smoke & mirrors? Reality’s God, pray my godson!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, BLOVEMBER XIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while reminiscing with #MyFellowAmericans (1996)  with @Jack_Lemmon & @JamesGarner @ https://youtu.be/eOG4-02ktyg?si=fBszYiMZ_G58vRqi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?