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IDIOTS' INFECTION ILLITERACY

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Get off of your arse 1-22

Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk
Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk
Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force
Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back
There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls
Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent
Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings
Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes
Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real
World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written
Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin
As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too
Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes
Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes
String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive
Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure
Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour
Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird
Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth
They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth
No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky
If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone
Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son
Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime
At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it
If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate
Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen
Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all
Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now
Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall
Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al
Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal
On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain
If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum
You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff
King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship
Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8 } 

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

LOATHING THAT FEAR JUST AIN'T ENOUGH #RareEarthIsEnough #OneFamousFormation #ComeWithMe #MA #WORDup

FAMOUS FORMATION, IT'S TRICKY

In every sense of the word, before and after the facts of life have been disclosed, dissolution

Above & below the thing itself, there’s something occult occurring before & after death of us

Not only are we cremated, lost at sea or buried underground but also our spunk’s cut loose

Herd of cows with fewer bulls than the requirement for survival, drink milk, eat steak blues.

Looking up is what happens when you’re out of control, an introspection out folds of an onion

Even may whistle Dixie on the way to the courthouse, to sign the agreement to be The Union

Confederation of crop holders who grew the seed & expected the profit resisted taxation’s sin

And so forth and so on, infinity on the lamb as the implosion of the Void begins at a holy one.

Who is upset with the only way that things on planet Earth can be, out or in utero, just as I am

You may not be in communicado, but I am, these thoughts going with one word being spoken

Executive orders are the final nail in the coffin of socialists of the states of Republicans united

Word up, just a manner of speaking sound agreed upon by the minions who inhabit the dead.

Love to be wrong, incorrect about my highly probable assumptions & undeniable conclusions

Ridiculous as your parents formed your psyche to the form it inhabits on every star, my sons

Harmony during strife is all that counts to survive the psyche assault with nunchakus of gold

Turning the world into clay before the ultimate annihilation, ash of leftover trees so I’m told.

Mash sound & light to be smelled & tasted all out of touch in the configuration of 360 degrees

A 3-d figure of two hemispheres in alignment, form & shape of all there is everywhere about

Gangs will be jailed until deported on day One, on the second ad infinitum, thank you please

Part of the die from one through six throws craps & snake eyes that’ll make your heart seize.

Play you cards right and keep them close to your vest to cover up the secret of a winning hand

It had to be, someone bet on the full house when all four deuces pulled away the rubber band

You win some & lose some, if you’re lucky more wins than losses for your past, a future shock

There’s been a schism of the schizoids who think the past ain’t got standing, I just wanna rock.

No matter what you believe, it’s highly unlikely that you have adopted a false narrative too

Until now, you believed you were always cool with the rhythm & blues of the song, so blue

Chills up and down the spine because the dope ain’t workin’ to kill the pain, to dumb down

What a shame, what a waste but there’s no choice, no free will, it’s the angels’ low moan.

Slowly you turn, see what you’ve missed? Nothing at all and there won’t ever be again

Don’t shoot the messenger, you’ve got the 2nd amendment, but I crash into a lion’s den

No use in negotiating with terrorists, they cheat, they steal because you schooled them

Harry and Don have the whole shebang wrapped up, it’s all about control of THC Stem.

You ain’t black, you ain’t white, you ain’t a permutation of the rainbow, so just pretend it

Get enough people to agree with the situation and you’ve become one of the many sticks

In the end as in the beginning there’s a fail-safe that prevents the misconception of tricks

Let it all hang out as if you don’t care one way or the other what another thinks in the pit.

Long lives may or may not be successful, short lives may be the most successful, it’s said

Things that needed to be done in a life once lived, reincarnated the memory of the dead

Now that’s the way the ball bounces, it may or may not be Free Will, it may be a joker’s

Dreamer having the dream we call life on Earth, in the head, in the dream, mother F’ers.

Birth and death of the 208 bones you’ve evolved from the sperm & an egg of your prequel

You have had nothing to do with the apparent choices which were all predetermined swill

Skullduggery gone down in front of your very eyes, still you didn’t put two & two to sum

Easy yet difficult to circumvent conundrums occurring at random, myself, I’m born to run.

If not me then who could be responsible for my behavior? A mighty amorphous entity?

Or my human parents since I’m all too human myself, it’s not their fault that I act chitty

All my fault, my responsibility for the things I cause & their inevitable effects, every one

None are not many, but some are either one & the same or a dream within another One.

You have me underneath your skin, in a manner of speaking, we’re crossing a foot bridge

Over the river that covers the gold of the capitol, we walk & ride across from over there

Pinned a place on the map when I was blind & stoned, it’s where I would go & stay forever

Dropped a deuce and although few know the reference, it’s the Truth of God’s dams of her.

Creeps of crypts in your closet behind your hung short skirts & long sweaters, a choice too

Silly big & little hunks of flesh & 208 bones to mix it up with the DNA pool, just like a fool

Not that you have a free will or a choice, it’s beyond good & evil, this is a wonderful thing

After the fact, it’s different and never the same because it’s not supposed to be, #f#c#ing.

There’re dead men who left their legacy from their own dead ancestors, unknown to us all

Very good and the most excellent come only from what we understand with no doubt call

Amplifiers blast out the electronic transfer of twangin’ & pluckin’ A’s to the G’s arpeggios

Always alone yet everything all together without a mess, all Order without Chaos’ blows.

Dopamine in the smoke, why it’s called the dweeb’s dope, it’s a sedative for future shocks

It comes in waves from a surprise attack with zeroes to the H-bombardier back of a B-52

Monkeys in the jungle or in the zoo, could be me or you but we’re just the naked ape stew

Don’t taste well to cannibals but they eat anything, they’re full of it & soon, a trigger cocks.

Facts of life are in the epistemology, buried within the deductions there are infinite quarks

As always, reflection of the things themselves requires an observer whether genii’s or dorks

Seriously folks, this is no time for pretenders to give it a shot, need the saving grace of IT

Critics are inside of my house as uninvited guests who know it all & then some, bull’s s#it1

Take a breath, take a knee for the national anthem because you hate your ancestors’ stone

Songs sung, prose on a philosophical jag to show how long you can go wrong, like a drone

Playing games & cheating on the one that I love, the one inside of me, you know it’s all me

Brought outside of the form it has no standing & can be obliterated into oblivion, ain’t free.

Sight unseen still imposes the hurt and it’s impossible to forget about it, now or then, git git

You may need a couple of shots and a Modelo chaser because this is going to get rough chit

Kansas City blimp to Seattle or to Bangor, matter moves in the intended direction, gas’ over

No chance leftover from the game, rules at the finish line, mission impossible, a divine lover.

Chicago stinkin’ to high heaven, Indian preserves by the boneyard named after Sainted ghost

Some height above seven feet gets the vision of giants lookin’ down on the creepin’ holy host

Mankind ain’t too kind to the women, attempting survival of the most fit, failing miserably

It’s alright with everyone dead & alive, there’s no harm & no foul, in hiding, shots & bubbly.

Too much is too much, mama used to say, enough is enough, a tautological nightmare too

I didn’t know until I couldn’t get the answer to the question, I forgot how God got so blue

Forget about being the mighty strong thing that nothing can usurp without murdering God

That’s impossible, famous formation cannot remain alone, get over it, wait for Time, hotrod!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ High Noon PMPST

{ Penned this without a pen while jammin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (full version 18”) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs?si=boICQ1XDdmX3gosV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PIZZA, THE WAY IT OUGHTA BE #TrueLoveNeverDies #FakeLoveAlwaysDies

LAYS & OJAYS, CHIP OFF AN OLD BLOCK IN CHI “T”

It’s all about the second city in the country as it was & always will be, no shy town abuzz

Darker than you’ve ever seen or can recall et al, since your sentient consciousness’ fuzz

Rolling the dystopian nightmare into the scat right in front of our faces, it’s all in your face

Not only are you asleep & deep inside of a nightmare that won’t end but also kills the race.

It’s all over, finished at the end line drawn at random with nothing but lead pencils & gold

Everything came from the star we’ve named The Sun, like the son of God, this chit got old

Older than your mama & absentee father and irrelevant to the eerie philosophy goin’ down

Up atop of the high mounds spewing the Earth’s lava from the middle, stardust of a clown.

Bricks in backyards leftover from one, Great Common Complex, vortex’s white-black holes

Menudo of integrity and tools for extinction of the species drank up with the drunks’ blows

Out of their common ground minds, only extinction results, plugged in & blew a holy gasket

Needed that to keep the liquid inside of the engine, edge of the two dimensions flips to It.

Bleed out a bug, kill the power to become something from Nothing, it’s all too human love

It’s a rolling and rocking catastrophe that rots in it’s agar petri dish of viral missiles as above

So below, there you have it although you didn’t desire or need it, ignorance was bliss, amigo

Speak no Evil, you’ll hear none, stick your finger in the plum pie, pucker up your lips & blow.

Whistleblower fools slit their own throats as the program requires them to exist, we say RIP

Not six feet underneath the artificial intelligence & generative Pre-trained Transforms’ GPT

Bears rob the picnic of Yogi & BooBoo since they’ve ripped off the Flintstone & Jetson feast

Travel in Time forward or backward can’t change a thing, it’s on a goner’s singularity, I insist.

Above atmospheric content in the sphere of influence, air, land & sea we become as One

Not two that function as the species’ creator of more bones & flesh to sacrifice to no One

Failure to launch & take-off for any orbits outside of the atomic sun, because it’s Nothing

As above it’s below, there’s no atom below what’s above, yet Life as we know it is a Thing.

Word salad stories, historical philosophers as dead thinkers’ leftovers now, junk in a trunk

Artificially intelligent with the generative pre-trained transformers of @GPT-4 livin’ in funk

A put on for the masses & the last one alive, unable to reproduce the immortal 1-soul Void

Always with me & you but invisible to five senses, recollected imagery of girls who’re toyed.

Fathers & mothers required to invoke virginity & chastity, too deep down in MAGA RNA/DNA

Extinction is immanent since there’s only survival or be dead and buried underground in tin

Macroscopic focus beyond the Milky Way & Andromeda, Nothing astronauts could test for

No more walks in the backwoods with you, we’ve made love on grass, braised by love heat.

Waves of the ocean comin’ into my shore, blasting drops of H2O into my bearded, holy face

For the love of God, jesus Christos underneath the mistletoe waiting for a hug, not a trace

No love lost & no hate can cost everything I have, since I have nothing but mistletoe sister

Special to be beautiful as you are, as you were meant to be, random recombined funk-fur.

Way to go, total worship of gods you can’t see because you are what you thought they were

Bluebirds & house cats with their hearts removed, still hungry & doin’ fine & then some too

Rock my babies to sleep, they couldn’t contain their cries for the colloquy cries of the wild

Hemp-dried to smoke, seeded to regenerate Oneness of being stupid, loose cannon child.

Midnight or noon, smooth 24 hour swing ad infinitum, orbital trajectory of mental buggery

Babies from infants, elder examples of failed ice and fire, what are you gonna do, it’s empty

Fabulous like you can be and don’t want to think about, you’re in the middle of a free fall

Mixed up with Jesus & Judas, casks of wine & foolin’ around at the party, born to be A Kill.

Hunted yet never found, can’t be skinned, gutted & consumed by the predators murdered

Without a sign or heartache signal to slow down & wait for the cease & desist flip of the bird

On the way forward I go, we all go, nobody goes back to the way it used to be, heaven’s gate

Walking or flying, we’ll get there whether we lie ‘bout it or not, words said, you know, FATE!

Standing in your way again? I’m already gone but my arms won’t let you go, need my wants

Bloody rivers of life’s rain is getting me up off of my knees, I beg no more, a demand of rants

Didn’t ask for this, didn’t plan it so I don’t want to accept consequences’ stoppin’ on a dime

He said he’d love her for moments in time, mother & father, judge & jury, guilty of the crime.

I’m pretty sure I’m as beautiful as the first being to come alive on Earth, no doubt about it

Things always work out like they should, it’s got nothing to do with your loving & hating chit

Been here before, I remember now, lucky I forgot or I wouldn’t have repeated it ad infinitum

Whispered shouts, same old thing, infinity forces a shrill disorder as I dive into my 151 rum.

End of August, my birth’s day the XXVIIth as I am the dog that’s having his dog day, it’s longer

The dream was over before I knew and there was no way to share that with my love of anger

That The Way is not my own, selfish as I am, selfless as I’ll be down the road to Eden, I invite

You & yours, every single one born dead, here now, dust settles Silence left in a One’s byte.

Darkness is everywhere amid spaced-out red & white giants waiting to supernova & warp it

Full houses beating the five aces with the wild card joker that chuckles at funny digs & jibes

Funk smell, funk taste, I see and hear what’s Untouchable, hold hands that got no knuckles

Fast company here & there, faithful with blind faith’s certainty, here today, begone manana!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Christmas Eve 12 XXIV MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked the scat out the dregs of Earth, Gods born don’t die if they’re God, can I get a witness to take up some space?  Drafted while listenin’ to the @Eagles #RoadOutOfEden #ILoveToWatchAWomanDance on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wo3kAroH6Ps?si=bT7bH4-iAzqXZQGn }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

NOW THEN, gtf over it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by

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

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

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

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

by

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