#BlackHoles & #RocksThatRoll #AvoidVoidAndroids

IT’S A ONE-WAY STREET TO THE BLACK HOLE’S SINGULARITY

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At sea, one of the seven is the same as the other six of them, God’s meteor filler

A fall out for no apparent reason, there was a loud Big Bang in a holy Black Hole

Nevertheless, everyone alive with freedom to choose to be a free hooker whore

Not a joke for laughing or crying over spilt milk, in line with all ancient tale lore.

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, that’s important to be aware of, linguistic certainty

Thriving inside & outside of the closed cell stratosphere, Life is a germ of the Sea

Don’t knife the shooter, not a dagger at an origin mother’s father, at one in hell

Only you know & I know that nobody knows anything, knowledge is impossible.

Rye grows wild and becomes tame cracker jacks in a box, popcorn in caramel nut

Fill your whole empty cube from ceiling to basement, down to the core with nug

Pits down below the darkness and far from any bright light of burning gas’ Void

Live inside of the womb of the Milky Way, you do already, you bloody spheroid!

Oh Bam! Uh, don’t you know that you are no citizen Kane or another American

Give away your tax money to the drafters of the Bills approved by Congress men

More men than women, more power in the gender numbers not in the genome

Of xy & xx being a recombination equity & inclusion in the fear & loathing, son.

Reality produces the species of sick & tired drones & the myths of cosmic soup

Talking to brick walls, preaching to the choirs are a valiant effort in futility loops

I know it, you know it, it’s the Truth & nobody can deny it unless they cop a lie

Charity ain’t Love, mere subsidizing inferior DNA produced by lusty gals & a guy.

Blind faith of tattletales who say words that declare truths that aren’t apparent

Obfuscation of everclear windowpanes that reveal Nothingness of Being, I sent

Who are the tattle tales? What do they want to tell? Secret society is you & I

Chicago, Tampa & Dallas have Time in Space to reveal punks in charge of a bus.

I have nobody closer than my own true self to reveal the obvious black ops of Ra

Created to protect Gold, a 747 tabernacle of invisible gems standing, gods’ papa

It’s a minimal expectation of success, to be immortal ala holy, disembodied soul

Annihilated the fried electronics, Truth be told, liars lie certainly, no rollin’ stone.

Graves in the ground named after Gravity itself, hiding bones & the living stench

Smoke and mirrors showing the images reflected in a mind unseen by the bench

No judges to conclude that justice is a ham sandwich, which it must be, I said it

Now if you believe it, it’s the Truth, Justice is One Ham Sandwich, @PigsheetFest.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, April Vth, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crafted in a @RollingStones state of mine 1978 #MissYou on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xZHwmzJa2UM?si=6_0H90DzGwdinL5w&t=1 }

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#SPANK #ROCK #STEVEmillerBAND concert @SouthParkMockery @SnowWhite @SmpwBlack #GTFOOH #KingOfTheHill @YoBobby

FREE ADMISSION

BET OF A BILLION

Gifted minds cannot be accepted, there’re strings attached to every free admission in Time

All that Space is expensive whether at war or in blissful peace, not everyone’s on the Dime

Taxes on the blood, sweat, tears, hard or soft labor, even fake intellectual property exempt

Souls are on fire at first conception with flame burning until the shock of a pearly gate pimp.

Home, the last free base of the diamond, begins & ends at the 5-sided base for strikes & balls

What pitchers throw toward & catchers return back from a plate for rules around homeruns

Bottom of the 9th inning, you’re the home team losing by 3 runs to nothing, played a shutout

Top of the 9th inning there was a low probability of winning it all with 2 outs and a 3-2 count.

Work for your money, hard labor for the golden calf cache, it ain’t no lullaby for the tiny baby

All woke up and keepin’ your mouth shut tight so not a drop of spit leaks from your memory

Fabulous and fantastic as the nouns and pronouns reduce verbs’ adverbs to articles’ objects

It’s easy to tell jokes if you can figure out what about your life is funny to the King’s subjects.

There’s a traffic jam between your ears, understanding & ignorance fill the knickers of fools

As above it is so below it must be, there’s no doubt about that once you begin to break rules

Never caught by the traps, every alibi in the repertoire is in my Modus Operandi of high DNA

Justification for nothing but the torture & murder of saviors and holy women who carry RNA.

Pieces of the whole thing are all in the box like a puzzle just waiting to be solved, a wakeup all

Mirrors busted into a number of bits by the thugs and their gravitational collapse, Adam’s Fall

Not the fault of the created that they malfunction & override the divine program, too human

But it’s better than nothing at all in the Milky Way, highways & byway of boogie woogie, man.

Peers not born yet although the knowledge of wise men has been located in a holy dark room

Dig woman, kings of rock & roll let it go inside of one ear & out the other, it does what it does

Spun the yarn into the warm sweaters that come in handy rollin’ across the Cosmos’ holy dust

It’s never going to be the same as it was before you were conceived, historically phuqin’ rust.

As it can be a big fuss that causes battles & wars, remain calm, in defensive mode as a caution

Rational dissection of irrational arguments justifies your soul but you’re the scape goat of Sin

All y’all’s minds are incapable of full blood self-realization, cannot see both above & below, no

Riding high as it should be, pretending to know it all, realizing that it’s all a goddess’ backflow.

Knowing what it’s all about to justify your actions, never evil to live life one day at a time out

Functions of the miscalculations bring clear light to shine on the systems of the way on down

Hearing songs, melodies familiar and the odes of words-up repeat ad infinitum, twist & shout

At the bar or at the drive-in in my car, the alcohol will change a Mind’s focus into mush bone.

Into one ear and out of the other, the rhythm & blues fool the happiness that remain unsold

Uptight just like the olden days when the ethics and morality ranked #1 law and order mold

LaMark and Darwin changed the minds in the dickheads who used no mental floss to lose it

Claiming unknown, absent ghosts created atoms out of the Void, y’all here to fuss ‘bout chit.

Monkeys before and after the zoo opened its cages, don’t try to lay no boogie woogie down

On the king of rock & roll, as it was above when the gods fell deep into holy corn pone crown

Sake ranks high, for the sake of justification of our souls, it’s a mortal planning immortality

For the love of God, divine so human it appears to be forever, it’s all just a God damn pity.

Hilarious and so furious that you can’t handle that form of the Truth, it’s Chitown to Soho

Back way down to the back streets of Watts, heard & saw it all, nothing left to the backflow

Party is all over, it will repeat ad infinitum without choice or free will of a lord, god or girls

All of the above for the sake of Men who survived birth-in-place of monsters and fool swirls.

Bent as you can get in Jersey & a Big Apple, nowhere is better than the bitter end of a dream

Cheeseheads and Brewmeisters from the greatest of lakes, Michigan around the Indiana team

Left of the Far Right mated & generated an anomaly of centered oneness, Zen ghetto for us all

Nobody gets out alive with skin & bones you’ve inherited from a random climax of a Hell Fall.

God’s dams full of the H2O polluted by the meteorites that arrive on fire in a million degrees

From above the top of the bottom of North & South poles, seriously folks & apes in the trees

One leaves two, three, four ad infinitum to the unknown “X” quantifies its essence of a Stank

Free of molecular structure, subatomic charm & love mode, my daughters, I am bein’ Frank.

Invoice remains zero, guaranteed Man will be necessary to woman, need hunks of burnt love

Where it counts down deep in the hole of glory to the cosmos, hormonal growth from above

It always goes away sooner or later, nothing is forever, nothing is everything tasting too bitter

Laughing and crying won’t assist the feeling of abandonment & succeeding at survival of her.

Mother yours and my own, virgins some, others not even close, mated in volume, as apes do

Check out the mating behavior of the naked apes & the fully draped in bare-skin of dead does

Up and Adam, it’s necessary to be awakened by your father early in the dawn’s light, It’s fuzz

Forgotten daily upon an hour of cold H2O goin’ in & out of me host, I am what it is, the abuzz.

I kid you now, in knots the Truth rears its beautiful head above the court, field, ice or grid

Puns for fun not being mean & nasty, just hilariously abject terror that Life means no shad

Fishing in old sea, old men or young girls hit right bait & get it on with marlin and sea bass

Pushing it until dusk begins descending on the moonlit ripples, I’m drinkin’ Ripple, God has.

Timing is everything, before and after the present, this presence remains static as Yogi bear

Ol’ Jack’s beans buried, seeds growin’ plants for spontaneous, erupting DNA, outta nowhere

Uno egg first, then all chickens came from that One thing, First Cause Rise out muck & mire

Nested high or low, eggs proceed to die or survive the shock and awe of consciousness’ sire.

Been high and been low, above and below the Earth’s atmosphere & core, miles away to Mars

L.A. to Chicago, New York to Miami, hitched mi amigas & amigos, saved in San Francisco bars

Hair down to here & I dreamed about being way over there, but the vision wasn’t in the cards

Miracles come every day the moment your eyes open from the sleep you’ve copped as a bard.

Mamas & papas been all around the block & the whole world is in their pockets, then they die

Of nothing more than the heart stops pounding the blood to the toes & skull, brain’s too high

Or something like another animal gets mad or hungry and annihilates your head & face to eat

Raw drippin’ blood or BBQ’d in hot flames of the campfire, microwave less chants to the sky.

Trippin’ mind watchin’ effects from the unknown causes preceding your arrested attention

How many times in Space will the Unknown present itself before cosmic astral annihilation

Babies die before & right in the middle of the afterbirth from child to elder, lucky to be at all

Only you know like I know the ultimate reason for being alive in middle Earth, have a bawl.

On tour at home around Earth’s critical mass of Antarctica, Eurasia, dos Americas, Africa fit

Australia is all #DownUnder but y’all know that Hell ain’t a bad place to be with an ACDC exit

Always meaning before the Big Bang & in between It & the gravitational collapse of outdoors

Morphing into One invulnerable piece of software, all too human twixt peace and holy wars.

My father loved the Bishop Sheen radio show on the AM side of the Marconi box, praise lord

In pre-Socratic times in Greece, there were no popes on the planet, no saints or saviors chord

Aristotle and Plato contemplated the master & the pre-Socratic few who left fragments of It

Dawn and dusk not only the experience of the sitting ducks but also life’s day and half night.

Hole in the world to the human who learned to see Nothing & overlook something obvious

Plain as day, sunlight blazing onto it shining on the thing itself to reflect the image to all of us

Colors in black and white, then infrared to ultraviolet, yellow to chartreuse to golden green

Pricks of pins in the tomato shaped pin-cushion produce a false sense of a happy preteen.

Panic involved if and only if you don’t know that you’re able to escape the moment any tie.

When there’s no exit even if you demand to be released from the real or imaginary bondage

Harm comes to none who can’t be harmed, harmless to the innocent who stop on a dime

Bet a billion dollars, Darwin & LaMark, Aristotle & Budda to Krishna, all are One supersage.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, March 23rd 2025 AD @ 111 PMPST

{ Crushed while listenin’ to #NoExit on youTube at link https://youtu.be/6u9NJrk97JY?si=kEzK14a160pfVu_p by @JeanPaulSartre dead in hell with existential angst in harmony with our existence preceding all too human essence. }

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