#IWillDeckYouRichie #FromEarthToTheMoon #ThanksPops #Hendrix & #Dylan & #Leff { My gramma, #GertieLeff in same Renton, WA cemetery near JIMI's monument 'round Renton/Maple Valley }

ALL HANDS ON HADES' DECK, LSD DOSED LOSERS, CROSS ON THE GALLOWS
I will give you this here jitterbug rag & all of that there, all things of mutated conceptualization
As if it matters once you & I lose our personal consciousness, as if our deceased prestidigitation
Calls the Causes, a feature of the Word, sounds of the soul's recombinations of vocalization sin
Originality cornered, mortal disobedience to random communist manifestos kill saints & sinners.

In the end or so I've been led to believe from the texts I could actually read, we're as dead rocks
Waiting for obliteration in the Black Hole down the road post Nova or SuperNova actualization
Watching the meters for the signals to alert the mainline of constructive destruction, that's life
It is indeed, the last bastion of the mindful ones who have no blind Faith in gods or DNA's wife.

...in the beginning, nobody was there to record the happening, in the end, it's educated guesses
Brainwashing the young kings and queens in the K-12 & above, beyond the heavenly goddesses
I am what I've always been, ask anybody, a speck of dust in the Cosmic Slop, mess of fake Spirits
It's the substance you can't name, the origin of Matter itself is Occult for a rational reason, a ditz.

On you & your monkeys, naked apes & a four-legged menagerie, inter-dimensional alien UFO lore
In prehistoric terminology, Life was NOT a random DNA implant on Terra Ferma, ET's bow to gods
Occult opened the dream and exposed the mind, as it performs it's job in a deep somnambulism
One into two and three up to infinity is the Way, your Karma is the Way, a Free Will in a schism.

In a hermitage or atop of a skyscraper in #GothamUSA, nobody can hide from the Ends, word up
Not only did some mothers become impregnated with 'us' against their wills, also they hate 7up
I don't care that freedom's not free and stolen right out from under your bloody face, gettin' old
Losin' hands dealt to Jinx & Miss Lucy, left to roam among the herd, irresponsible for bein' rolled.

#WTH is that chick doin' sittin' here on my lap, it's my dream and all hell's gonna break loose too
Both of my hands have always been on deck, the voice in the speaker changed it all, shootin' pool
Human minds' loose ends, ask all our kin who already died lately, extinct soul of disembodied goo
Jumped headfirst into the end, Hollywood made a trippin' star, jumpin' in a lake, dyin' like a fool.

Do you smell the fragrance?  It's just one big lie and you have nothing to do with a shot of a leg
You & I will find our last song before or after OUR Last Day on Earth, it's gonna blow the graves
All of the headstones & crosses and stars of original stars, kings of the world, born of queen egg
You've been there & done this, nobody survives heavy traffic or lucky gold strikes of God's slaves.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, March 7th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Gods and the Cro-Magnon cosmic jokes cracked on the people that used to care, just because #ThingsHaveChanged @BobDylan #ThoughtHeSawSomethinMovinJitterbugRags on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
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#TourD'force #TodaysTwoFerOne #WaitForIt

YO-YO WAS A COLD ONE BUT, HELL MAN, SHE SAID SHE WAS UGLY BAD, NO GOOD
In perfect syncopated motion, First Cause to the final Black Hole of sweat, your departed bones
All in a nice pile where the living felt you'd cause no more harm to your friends and folks' in hell
On the wake nights, used to be 3 but now, it's 2 and they're all stiffs dyin' to get in, it's a ritual
Thirst and hunger go far, far away when it's curtains for you and me, needs and wants all cancel.

High and dry like it was always supposed to be like this, where is that written and by whom, eh
About the only thing you can do for the sake of keeping this diatribe in the ebb and neap flows
River running backwards to where it came from & then some, movin' the good, comin' to blows
Defiance livin' in a twelve pack I got sittin' on the shelf, damn babe this has to be a tornado eye.

Systematic racism is the evolutionary tool that homo sapiens used to dominate the sub species
After that function of being the greatest tool of mankind, you want to revoke it's use to kiddies
A revolution can be smelled on high when a Declaration cancelled We The People of us & them
In a vortex of atomic waste, we find ourselves within, call it a spirit or a soul, either/or l'haim!

As if the hairless and helpless from infancy to adulthood is any kind of a survival tool, as if is right
Reason being, the homo sapiens were not evolved here on Earth, implant of another star's light
Infinite unfathomable, silent & still, yet someone other than YOU's in charge of the bells that toll
It's all a matter of which way is up from the North Pole, which way is down from the South hole.

Many have claimed that nobody's perfect, from their imperfect judgement of the showdown right
In reality, somebody is perfect or else death claims the fake identity, health care worker hindsight
Prejudice when I inject asp venom of a talking radio, prejudice vs. masculinity, immuned A-teams
Menudo soup in cosmic dust left over from Big Bangs of a Bong & the headlights are highbeams.

Twitching and knee jerking my way up to the look on your face when you realize that you're out
Of this place in Space that you've become accustom to bending to your knees and kissing a boot
It's all the many isolated draft dodgers can handle, bums on the corner begging for a snow drift
For a price more or less than everything you have in your possession, counted 1 red stone to lift.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  March 7th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:01 AMPST
{  Jammed to @Nazareth #HairOfTheDog & #HITS @https://youtu.be/x-Bg0jjJhgQ }

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#HighRider #LowBalls #KickYourArse #3DChess

THIRD DIMENSION BETWEEN FIRST & SECOND CHECKMATES *
Not being a dot or a period's point, so to speak, I don't know what that's like, I can't know It
A being a priori and a posteriori for the sake of the whole shebang, so immune to Nothing too
No need or want to be animated yet the full thrust of being replicated, by God and too human
A song sung by nobody in sight, some sirens in the distance crying about a no good dead man.

Mortified to be a stench factory of accumulated matter, condensed and transformed into a Me
I, myself know the way it's all going to go down from now until doomsday, that moment's glee
When you find out that your last breath is all you get for free, that's it, caput, you'll be in rooms
From St. Louis to Tipperary and back to the holy host we all come from, our po' mothers' wombs.

Now, let me see if I've got this straight, meaning that If I do have it right, y'all don't really matter
Not even a small bit of love is left over when you cease to be an animated man or woman hipster
In expletive of philosophy, you glean universal rules for particular units of Fire in outerspace Time
After all's said and all is done, the finish line's crossed and the race is over, God knows DNA slime.

And on to the next race of DNA evolution in Space-Time warped in hydrogen and oxygen gasoline
Earth the soul and heart of all we will ever know, except the astronauts and cosmonauts we fling
Out of our orbit into the bliss of the abyss, the Void between our sanity and our origin's ignorance
It's bliss to Be without responsibility for the activity of the gas inside the outside of creased pants.

Altar boy to musician-scholar to old man watchin' days turn to night as the world spins, in control
Of everything under the burning, mortal sun, star of our mothers, fathers & children, sibling foal
All in One human race to be alive and well, healthy and wealthy, not poor or sick, yet a holy ghost
Came without intention to fix or heal wounded egos but to have faith in blinded eyes of The Host.

My move and it's a checkmate back to you, third dimension, the second one too, anyway it's over
Broad strokes of a pen for an authorization of Force to change the Tide of natural selection myth
That this is some form of random event, a life of conscious experience, that's life's ups and downs
Buzzing consciousness between my ears moves my heart's soul to free 'em, old gold, sad clowns.

by
r j j  stephan, i    * #checkmated
c.  Saturday, January 30th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{ AM jammin' to some #LooseGrooves of @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/aAXwaPrajiE }
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#SanctuaryForJanuary #FixMeADrink #PutItToMyLips #GitGit #GoHomey #StraightToHehl

CANCEL HISTORY, MAGIC, A MENTAL SHEBANG NEVERMORE, TOMB OF aa *
Ethical decisions from innocent, #Me2 children, babies of civilization's Ruins of #fake humans
Complicated, simple minds with complex mathematical representations of empty-void scrums
You, your parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, enemies and friends are the ash of mortality sins
Alpha, Omega the plains of the X-men who either evolved from scum or on abandoned bums.

Morbidity rates as high as they've been since the origin of the system scat, tuna's are whale
Mixed in the cans with your mother's mayonnaise and pickled relish bits, shake your GD tail
Even apes' scat comes out in the end, they cover it up, they bury it all underground, squeeze
Pinch the final loaf out of the Ends of Time, we're all way too human, whatever jazz means.

Punks rollin' with the #Sell because they cannot buy, when they sell it all, it'll be the #fake milk
Young punks, hobos and civil servants hiding in the bush, in back of the anonymous #GuyFuchs
Radio waves and TV waves putting the Gold and Silver into the raped slum lord head, #godnose
On being your egg before your were inseminated, teach your children instead of the #Marx' ilk.

What is the meat but the dead animals' flesh and bones that used to be alive, death we love It
A means to Life, dead animals and plants consumed, processed #OldSchool in the #White light
Black lights make all skin look purple, black and white are just long-knife, angry colorless eyes
In and out of the filling stations, consuming more or less until the last breath, a colonic release.

Explaining the scent of death, a release of subways' innards of your own choice, #NoTuna hunger
Notwithstanding you not being there for the experience, just recollect your friends who love her
Mother Earth's power, electrical essence to get the Cause, first & last to be a happy, fisted HoHo
Eaten magic to put theoretical, social justice to rest, kill a Word, mind's intelligence is God's foe.

Lay your head to rest, go to sleep like you'll never, ever wake up again, #WakeUp and be #Woke
Your fabulous memory of who you are & where you came from before your birth, is null & void
Knowing nothing about reality, about bacteria & virus infections, science creates premises' coke
Up the nose, down the lungs and into the blood to feed the brain and become a robotic android.

Powerdown, be all alone, after all there's Nothing other than you here & now, we're in the bliss
Time of present, past & what may or may not be in the future prognosis, first-class stars' homers
Who you are & what you are, what you'll be when you inhale your final exhale, a Void of fears
Tiny bits of Charm regret it, #ItsAllOver, Space & Time's gold wind, #Trouble's a Marxist cyst.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, Janvier 28th, 2021 Anno Domini  *WTF DOES THIS MEAN?
{  #LetDadGetLaid to get me here and now, it had to be done!  Drafted this piece listenin' to #WildThing by @Tone-Loc on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4XKIAdeMxzc }
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#FiscalMoments #DazedInfinity & #ColdOnes & #SadArseGirls

MASKED & LOCKED DOWN MURDER OF #H1N1 APE VIRUS WITHIN
Be kind to your neighbors, you know the Ten Commands of the creator, comin' for your shack
Cold ones you never get back are the ones that needed to get away with the whole 12 pack
But being that they were on the run, no love ever walked out, sneaked away in light, so sick
Minks and three hundred dollar Nike's didn't do the trick, she needed half or more, a trick!

Finish what you started if you have one thing you've got to do before you die, do the do-si-do
All opinion, humbly expressed within the church of rocks and the burial graves of deadon Pot
One love is all I never needed, I wanted it all, all of the love I could suck off of everyone's soul
Things themselves are always gonna be the way would have been, whether I was here nor not.

Old sweatshirts gave the middle way to the goal, Fink University in De Funk, Washington states
First President's name taken in vain in the northwestern, non-existent edge of the Free ingrates
Lovin' the pension from Tennessee just because they love me, fish are bitin' & on the lake's dawn
Rivers run through my veins but I wait until it all comes out of the mouth, bobber gone on down.

If you don't know it now, I say you're gonna be dead body in the end, slow your roll or never do
No more and no less than the junk in the yards, the hookers on the hood's alleys' gangways, so
Blinded by the flares of the sodium burning in oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen, makin' the plans
To be or not to be blown sky high to make heaven come down to Earth's star dirt, a God's hands.

Monkey shines on the philosophy of anthropomorphism, what we've ween, we've done, apelike
Yet it's so delicate a subject and object, this life and this death that the fear of It, scatters mice
Fearing fear itself and afraid of something that can kill it and eat it, without a defense, it's food
To be or not to be is all there is in our world's entire universe, neither more nor less than good.

This here and that there were here before my Ma & Pa constructed my zygote, my mass began
From two, they made this one, me, myself and I, a One and only three, good reason to be a fan
Alternatives are Nothing or Eternal Damnation by a queer deity which assigns #FakeNews Truth
A design to qualify for the species halt to evolution of the genome, extinction's species forsooth.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Janvier 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Everlast #SadGirl {papa called her #Cookie} in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tKBcS4YJxkc & @EricChurch #ColdONE @ https://youtu.be/9ljgLv0jpxw }

 

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#SoFunnyItKilledUs #ImmortalBacteria #DismantlingDNA

MONKEYS SEE WHAT TO DO, JUST BECOME HUMAN & DIE
WHY IS URANUS BLUE?  LAST YEAR'S ARTIFACT

It’s only blue in a denying mind, the image itself is not blue, you must analyze within this ‘It’
Crimes committed, perpetrators are imprisoned for a time of their life or maybe the shebang
Bottom line above the places that fall below my pay grade, I am just a messenger, do not fret
What will be will be, que sera and there’s nothing that I can say that’ll change the owed debt.

Skin in the game and the bones of the crushed forms of things that came out of Betty’s Bopp
Fried, smoked, liquidated from blue to black and recycled into the dough of amorphous soup
Cosmic debris to say the least, the ends of me and you are not acceptable but inevitable love
Slippin’ out of inner darkness to see this light is about all you can do, just it push and shove.

Comedy is comical and the tragedy is that the joke is always on you and me, we eat the bytes
If it wasn’t for the Words made Flesh, this star wouldn’t be wondering why it’s blown to bits
Above and below the atmosphere’s empty nature, we filled in the blanks with multiple choice
Free to be nobody special or the envy of the masses who want to get next to fame’s glory ice.

So, apple pie fallen from the sky just like that apple from the tree of knowledge in the garden
Stranglehold still after all of these years, needing to be forgiven for trespassin’ against my kin
Moved on the mothers and fathers of my girlfriends, screwed or terminated the dream’s king
I got closer than I thought I would, Uranus’ blue after all was said and done, Last Call! I sing.

I’ll send you the bill but I don’t accept check, cash or credit so the invoice is just FYI only, eh?
Means of my product have nothing to do with repayment for my time and labor on your day
Feel better like I do and that’s all it takes to make the world a better place, never be the angry
Like your madre and padre never taught you, do unto the others as if you ARE the others, G!

Ate breakfast, lunch and dinner just because that’s what everybody was doin’ again and again
Once the hunting is over and the game is less plentiful, then the fitness for survival begins Sin
Killing to eat, stealing to get what you don’t work or hunt for, you shat where you had a doubt
That Words are up or down the old pipe, sooner or later you’re out, #Eminem, we be all out!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, September XX, MMXX @ 9:11 AM PST
{ Drafted in a loop with jammin’ Eminem - The Real SlimShady #PleaseStandUp #WeGonnaHaveAProblemHereYall link @ https://youtu.be/eJO5HU_7_1w }

#TheresALittleSlimShadyInAllOfUs #PleaseStandUp
https://www.youtube.com/embed/YVkUvmDQ3HY

Either/Or... FCC let me be, shut me down on MTV...ready?
https://www.youtube.com/embed/f_UAqEHWBvM

#InMyGarage2020

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MONKEYS WARMIN' UP IN THE BULL PEN, MAKE LOVE FOR MILK TO FEED THE HUMANE ILK #HitTheRoadJack @ACDC #LaughBetweenTheJackAndCoke @BrothersOsborne

BECOMING AGHAST IN JUST A MINUTE, REVVING UP MY ENGINES
Between rocking and rolling the sounds of words meaning nothing, echo sounds of empty cavern
I found you where I was at, where it's all at, inside of in's and out's of a club, uncle Josey's tavern
Where ladies drank until they had no concern for their health, being or welfare, fly outta the bar
Punks and flys that hover over their scat waiting for a place to land, wings down, parkin' the car.

Amazed that the humanity has survived the Big Bang theories amalgamated by the men of caves
They hid within the hills and mountains out of the fear of being killed, maimed or gobbled knaves
Crusaders left with #CockBlockers on holy maids girdles, goddess progeny bore the all too human
One evolved animal, DNA stones of a Big Bang expand & contract, in a rock concert's acid of Ends.

I and the ilk called my aristocracy will not animate the dead bones, when it's over, it is what it is
Going from innocent wonder to a jaded end of life view, yet we're not food, all cadaver egg yolks
To be or not to be buried, burned and consumed by Fire or Earth in the sky or air, it's for the Kids
Knowing the Truth & having the Wisdom to apply the data, a matrix?  That's all she wrote folks!

You had no idea why big people had the power to mold our behavior, now it's been said & done
Formed by the humanitarians and the war mongers who bear duplicates to fight, sisters of Droid
All of them will live and die in a hundred years, more or less, most much less and then...have fun
Far away from blown atoms of electrons, neutrons & protons, what I am is a divine, robotic Void.

Fearless, maximum power impact to defeat all myriad forms of life, I'm nothing, drink my blood
Nor pick the flesh off of my bones, like a pig, a cow or chicken, I'm inedible & won't be your food
You might be mine if you can't use language to be all too human, fire cooks the meat so sweet
In the end, the time is out and the game is over, recollect the good, evil and ugly under a sheet!

Burns within the soul, remnants of divine Voidness looks like the empty soul, conceived in a hole
Bottoms were up & the chips were down when it counted, conception's Big Bang, a spitting pole
Now you see what you get, this here and that there, subjects & objects to predicate the bee sting
Nobody knows you, nobody knows me, we know nothing and that's it, that's all, caput, badabing!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, FREEzember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #BiggusDickus @MontyPython link @ https://youtu.be/kx_G2a2hL6U }

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SKIN, BONES & MY SCREE IS WINKIN' & BLINKIN', LITTLE SQURT!

NOTHING BUT ENOUGH IS WAY TOO MUCH ---------------------------

 

I whistled Dixie before my exits at the entrances, I'd soon be gettin Mardi Gras drunk on dank

I am & you are, in general and in particular, taverns & bars my lust for the Climax, checkin' rank

Captains or generals become as dead as the door-nails hammered into the lumber of Joshua X

Black Jack #49 in and out of my mind, just the highest spirit to be on the planet's star dirty Rex.

 

Mama I remember all the love, don't worry in heaven or hell we'll all go and get to know which

What the cash can't buy is the day after you die, what you see is what you'll get from a sea witch

On the crest of the waves' surf, you gotta wonder why your waxed board held the curl to Valhalla

Angels feared the devils, twister sisters and soul brothers, #FakeNews' 50 G watts of Barbarella.

 

Cage fights ended the party, the whole thing is auto pilot on steroids, #Woke and #Awakened too

Just in case things don't go as I planned, it'll be over anyway, like a chariot, so bible thumpin' fast

Not higher than heaven but just there on the invisible plane of formless drips of the Space walks

Immigration and the exodus from the One and the same thing, a climax it knows won't ever last.

 

Fallin' out of the tree hurt my bones, made it to be about 90 or so, worked over when it was over

You got a bit too familiar with the material world full of material girls and boys who ain't no lover

Nuns & high priests cannot hold the bones close, the highest essence becomes too human, divine

Struggled with souls of blue rubber & other things, red wine high, altar boy cuts & scars, all mine.

 

Boys in the city hood really die earlier than their time, they eat the fat and it murders the blood

Grease from the plants & animals to mend the Big Bang, still out of control hollywood fish food

Holy days and holidays count as the revolution down by the river and the one above and below

Born one day, back road or hospital or low riversides of Metro honky tonks, downwind, I blow.

 

Dove off the board, did either a jackknife or a cannonball, could have been a swan or belly flop

In any case, all H2O dries up when the heat gets hotter than a pistol after a Bonnie & Clyde stop

What does that mean? Earth is an electron going around a neutron star, a positron #fake insight

Imagine, good, bad & ugly, melted beauty into forms of muck & mire, I'm what that is, yo' right!

 

by

r j j stephan,

c. Dimanche, Freezember 27th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted to @BarenakedLadies #GreatestHits videos out of pandemical phantasmagoria, #GimmeABreak link @ https://youtu.be/8ggJS0p-QQc }

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#MerryChristmas TO ATHEISTS TOO! #ToysAndTops of a #RockBeat Retarded Genius in Utero #NothingToPlayFor #ThumpinDotHeadStrummin #LightenUpJesus

MEA PATER & MATER OF SPACE & TIME, IN TREMELO TROUBLE

I wrote it down, all she said to me when I was fast asleep but I couldn't see It

You know the thing, what it is when you can't see or touch it in an epileptic fit

Common grounded in dead lead based gold, seventy Christmas eves' fights above

And below the thing, you know the thing I can't recall but what matters is Love!

In the pinch, out of any shelter, no home to go back to because you got lost here

That's the whole story of many men & women on Earth, seven continental shelves

Hangin' stockings on fireplaces, runnin' trains around in circles about Santa elves

Bad and good all get a little something to make it all worth while, pretending to care.

You can't pay attention to the words you read and you must take the gist of the salad

Holy babies born and bred to die in pleasure or pain without regard for the dead ends

Wherevers they are is where it's all at, on coastal craggy beaches or high up in hills

Wishin' a Christmas was more than a baby born to die on a cross, on a hill of star dirt.

Saints named Christopher and Nicholas not to mention the Alberto and the Ricardo

On the floor or in the sky, behind all of the sleigh bells, we are here to make the blow

Wind of the four directions of the spinnin' wobble goin' around in ecliptic repetition

Free Will to choose the Good, the Evil or what's left in a Nothing sandwich of Ham.

Curious that the things themselves came from somewhere no longer in my #Bawls

Completely stunned by the light comin' out of the skies and ground, blinded I am It

No proof of that theory's evolution, I have naturally selected my self's missing link

What I am and what I was is what I'll always be, Son of God, Son of Adam-ALs!

Coming forward and reversing the momentum from the end back to the Origin toy

A monster ball of star fragmentation with the potential for germinating muddy dirt

Enculturation of the virus and bacteria in their petri dishes puts Man into Woman

No other way to make day & night, you know the thing, intercourse, #ComeOnMan!

The light remains off until you flip the switch and only you're in charge, in power

Nobody is going to die for you when it's your time to die, stay alive up in the tower

Celebrate the moments of clarity and decades of cultural confusion, as St. Nick's face

Beatin' off my metronome, spellin' magic on the Planet's who do, what I am, Space.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{  #AllIWantForChristmasIsYou in an infinite Chicago-Loop, thanks @MariahCarey <3 link @ https://youtu.be/CYvm0P-v3Jk }

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G.D. = GOOD OR . . . Divine Ends when the Heart skips that Last Beat... #BlastOff #Launched #ThankYouBaby #OK?

LOVE AIN'T DEAD, IT'S ALL IN YOUR G.D. HEAD, tootaloo tattoo!

Found on the road dead like the road-kill that gets scraped up by the shining ape scribes

They scrape the blood and bones from the removable anima that come & go to my Earth

For no reason or for an unknown, mysterious logotype's phenotype and the men of hurt

Pines grown high and tall from the roots deep in the ground of the Being, Mother's dirt.

Saved from the drowning & the incineration of the Good and Evil, kiss under 7th heaven

Underground yet above and below everything at one and the same time, rye bread's leaven

My gods & demons rolled into a mighty crematorium of lost souls, idiots & fools, morons

Frequency of MY trips around circles of friends accumulated in the wake of third godsons.

I didn't thank you for coming to my personal, pity party sent straight from the Greek's divine

Mothers of the fathers who pretended they were essential to the Way of being, all fine wine

Drunk more than I should have, first and last kiss came so quickly, I forgot about a cool chill

A shocking pleasure from toe to tip of the pointed head above a hangman's neck, One of skill.

Nevermore to die, nevermore to live in 7 seas' full of salt, dried up star dust from above Me

Death throes comin' through the dirty windows of LSD, tripped from stimuli to the casket T

I know it's good, bad & uglier than it used to be but it's everything to me, a Beautiful blue sea

Water, retained gas of merged molecular liquid, gravitational force of divine atoms, 'bout me.

Baby born from God?  All of us are, no reason to think we are just junk, germs of sky demons

Punks born & grow up to be put down the hole or burned into cosmic ash of universal foreskins

Got the axes twangin' and the bells ringin' & drumsticks beatin' anima skin, black cows & bulls

Four legged food to be eaten with Wheaties at midnight with your pill medication of sea gulls.

In flight from the down here to up there, where'd they get the directions?  Where's the GD map?

On the grass or the tar and asphalt of the Big Boys who pretend to know a secret, it's all CRAP

No one has the hidden wisdom, it's a mystery because it's hidden to be found by a Man, at One

Storms and the resulting gravitational collapse make it all worth while, livin' life under a zipgun.

Oh see it all before it passes away like our ancestors' body of bones, presence gone in a red flash

Here one day & gone the next, memory for a moment until a crash and burn of a sonny boy cache

Born a God, died a Man, kissed the skin and bones every day as if it was my last, we are so high

Gods bring snow but it's all the heat of the night to me, I ain't a bird, no wings but I'm gonna fly!

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AMPST

{  Jammed while listenin' to @GwenStefani & @BlakeShelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas on youTube #LinkInALoop @ https://t.co/4c32MZXHUt?amp=1 }

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#PapaWouldaWantedItThatWay #MAMA #PAPA ...we're all #RollinStones...so........... #LetsRollBaby! #RareEarth #BishopBullwinkle #HehlTwoTheNoNoNoNo #HardHeadsInCemeterialStarDirt

MONKEYS' EVOLUTION, FLIGHT OF SUCCINCT WISDOM  -------------------------------------

Nothing matters in history if you don't know what happened below, as above the green tablets

Hide the WORD of the formula to transmigrate the consciousness of humans to alter trajectory

Common minds are the wealth of the One, here and now serving the planet's magic day tripper

Monsters of heroes all in One big ball of star dust, what's left of a mind's gravitational collapsar!

 

Inside of the core of centered Oneness, The Force of Evil of the Live, forward, centered, 208 bones

Comes home to roost at the alpha males feet, breathing fresh gas, drinking fresh gas of the lords

Who will suck the air in and out of your lungs? Not your mother this time, nor your father hordes

Evil that's alive, sack the civilized, kill the males & tribal children, rape the women & beget Jones!

 

Coming to the end of the lives which we all appreciated, every single moment of tragic comedies

Melting back into the ground of being, what it is, this substance returns like drippin' drops of Seas

Billions of atoms, molecular configurations of lost boys and girls, makin' historical hysteria screes

Laid out to rest after millions times of gettin' laid, lying to the priests and the pope of Earth trees.

 

Void to avoid is everywhere you look, All that you see, hear, smell, taste & touch, a middle finger

Ruptured the relationship of trust and charity & expect nothing less than an abandoned dreamer

Here is a thought, the Origin of this human species is Nothing, the Void of Space's Black Hole sniff

There is an atom, from the origin to the extinction of the planet's orbital revolution about the IT!

 

Even if there is no evidence of life on Earth from 93 million miles away where gods reside, a=men

Sperm whales and mitochondrial recombination of the sea's living cells, created the reality seen

In one end and out of the other is the only way to avoid mortality, alternatives are unacceptable

Come to be me, duplicate ma & pa, they were here, now they're all gone, my breeder cow & bull!

 

Recollect this family of vegetables and fruits we eat in the garden of Eden's de-evolution of gods

Perfection to imperfection, being the creation-invention of a #FreeWill without any 60's hotrods

Material world, material girls and boys came from a super nova, headed back to Singularity-One

It's not what my parents wanted, the Truth is impossible to embrace, a holy day I die, just for fun.

 

Things came out of the sky, things were living on the ground, as above, so below, Earth pregnant

For a Third Time, y'all have knocked her up, if the shoe fits then you gotta wear it, it's a godsend

Mama and papa never preached about it, silence was golden and preachin' left to an intelligencia

Gleaned from the primary, secondary and tertiary forms of enculturation, I'm what heaven sent.

 

Nothing to see here, move along your Time to the next Space you'll be, forsaken of #fake reasons

To be or not to be will never be the only question when you're hungry, cold, sick & tired of the Flu

Long way to the top of the Time line or you die before It's culminated in the fake love of gods too

2000 pounds in flight above the mind, country monkeys #Woke, above, below divinity's 7th Sons!

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Freezember Twentieth day of 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted in Utero, recollected today, nearly 70 years ago as I burst out of the embryonic fluid into this amazing flombet of #WordSaladAlaMamaAndPapa listenin' to a 'Long 17" Version' of @RareEarth #MA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

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#CannotFindYOU #BecauseEyeamNotHere #ArmstrongAndGettyRockSolid #KillerLiver

<3 Sacred <3

'BOUT THE DECREPIT #WOKE TRIP, 12-7-1941 INFAMY DAY, BANG-BANG UNIVERSAL ENDS

Now and then you find yourself and the others all around you in the same place at the same time
Then & there you'll know logic & reason for being alive, here & now on Earth, livin' on gods' dime
Talking because you know you're listenin' to the words I'm makin' into the flesh of understanding
I'm already gone but I knew I'd never get to stay here forever 'til the little Big Bang into nothing.

Apparent to the sensation I used to examine the subjects and objects that predicated my journey
It was always whatever you said, I listened to you, loved you to hate me above and below old me
In a hail or a scat storm of loving lies to get innocence & timidity o'er the hump, winds of whiskey
Got me here to the cell door bangin' behind me, broken laws and broken hearts in my wake's sea.

Nobody told me about the end of the road where you all will get to before or after the Kracken
Desert, dirt and death are all a huge part of Life, as we or any star in any system or galaxy of sin
Against the positive and negative flow of the electronic solar wavelengths, high-def subjectives
In the complexity of the simple mind above your neck, beat this down your moral imperatives.

Monkeys with a virus passing it to the rest of the DNA's broken code, they see what they do too
Eating the food that keeps the function moving from A to Z, from 1 to 10, 7 feet under aster dust
Again and again, repeat the identical movement of the cause and effects of the highway endings
Faith forever, blind or educated guesses all, nothing for certain, it's the gist of It, sweet Nothings!

Bang, bang for the last time right before the fade to darkness, without a peep, not a dot of fire
Frozen stiff, mouth agape playin' tricks on your empty form of shapeless, all whiskey swallowers
Bangin' shots of that #Jack while you were whisperin' in my ear, in went in One & out the Other
Heard it all, some you haven't heard but I ain't the One to say, that's your beast of burden buster!

At the crossroad ahead, there's no returning back to the comfort zone where you're pop got lucky
Your mama doesn't have your back anymore, if she ever did, she's too old or dead and gone now
Remember the day you wanted to be in charge?  Now, you are, so gitterdone or it'll be just ducky
Think and you get exactly what you intend, intent, will to be, to survive, dog, god, a skeleton key.

Already gone before the last mile home to the rear of the refused dump of skulls and crossbones
Pirates and saints, all of them innocent babies, elder care abusers & their holy souls in rest homes
Bums and junkies are the successful who lost the way down the middle path, on the way uptown
Never meant to be a happy ending, just pretenders making believe in Santa, Jesus and the Blown!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, Freezember 7th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM #PearlHarborDay #TheDayThatWillLiveInInfamy #FDR #InfamySpeech #FACTS
{ Drafted while gestating this link @ https://youtu.be/xWOOtgk1Jq0 #AbsoluteVictory #VJdap #NuclearABomb #Fission @SonnyStephan #RIPpops & thank you for your service in the @USNavy when you were 16!  & as a bonus because I love all 3 of you (LOLs) here is the reason we need the Void, #HitlersLostSecrets @ https://youtu.be/i65GDSXy9H4 }

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W T F ? OVER & OVER? #WhereIsTheClinic #AbortAbortAbort

IT CAN'T BE THIS EASY MAN, YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG! AW, HELLNAW! #EXTINCTIONgun

Moving from the alpha to the omega in a clean sweep, four in a cannery row, whatever it takes

To be too human that the probability is higher than the stratosphere above polluted, dirty skies

Not only am I as low as anybody can go, I'm higher than Franklin's kite ever got, a #hotSlit key

Monkeys just mankind 'fore they contemplated the nativity of their baby kin, soundbyte to see!

 

It's one thing to be ignorant because you haven't been turned on to the Truth, y'all be chickens?

Thank you every time I wink in your direction, coming out here and now to the theres and thens

I thought about this a minute before I wrote it all down on cyberspace paper in twilight zones

Amazed by the innocence and subway burial crypts for the rotten flesh & bone's bloody moans.

 

Help yelled, prayin' to powers that never were and will never be, It's All that I am, I'm so fine

To the hell below from down in the valleys and up on the highest mountains, Rockies to Alpines

Dreaming of being alive, form of man, a human being made out of the remnants of burned dirt

All you, everything matters to the living and dying, it's All Nothing That Sparks Joy! It don't hurt!

 

No business to be here longer than the sufficient time it takes to make "X" that marks my spot

Where I was for a New York minute, seven continent rumble from a womb to a street mobster

Had it made in the shade, blessings from nowhere we comin' down like rain in a hot desert

Souls of the Many broken pieces of One, rollin' blunts for babies & kin, existence precedes dirt.

 

Now fire up that thang and do not even think about being the Bogart, don't leave your trash out

Uptown & downtown, in or out of the country from a civilized to the wild jungle of the route

Puns and wise-arse preachin' from a pulpit, sermons meanin' little or nothin' to nearly every kid

We knew who The Kid was from the get-go, alright to forget, #HellToTheNo, God's got CoVid!

 

Blood ran from the first conception, sparked by joyful Nothing cries of a symphony, pop a Void

Grown from microscopic essence to existence. animated rivers & rocks, fish swim It to avoid

We'll be lookin' to pull them out and eat them with the grain and bread we mixed from a weed

Healed the wound that never happened in the first place, all a daymare at night, God-DNA seed.

 

Sheer viral expression of a calculated perennial conundrum, WTF happens if you croak?

On clouds in heaven? Come on man! Meeting dead folks you descended from, hilarious joke

Montage of relic things you said & did make no difference to the journey down a real, Holy One

It's about compression & depression expression, fission's fusion is dago red wine & my .44 gun.

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, December 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0830 hours PST

{ Drafted jammin' to @RevBullwinkle in a loop's #TwilightZone, ad infinitum on youTube link

@ https://youtu.be/8QxIIz1yEsA }

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PUNKS, GENII & THE ONE I WAS, AM & WILL BE IN PERPETUITY! #BOOMoutGOtheLights @PatTravers @RareEarthBand #MA #WhoIsGog @LosLonelyBoys @EricChurch @Santana @BBKing

WORST DEATH EVER, DON'T JUMP!

Monks and genii provide the matrix for the acts that move toward inevitable, fake wig hair

Always was and will be the only thing that is, itself everything, so, not a thing in particular

Amazing and less than final, the End is when the curtain falls and I turn into a holy wraith

Then eyes wide open without seeing anything should be the leftover con of a blinded faith.

To believe in what the pious and enculturated members of the whole shebang sing & shout

That's right to be or not to be on the left or in the nucleus' tabernacle of the Void, girl scout

I mean the cookies, not the actual little sisters & now mothers who raised us know the score

We came swaddled in terrycloth to be blinded by spotlights and hot incubator intel simulator.

That is what I know, not much, little more than nothing at all but it could be worse, in spades

Fat Violet used us all from the day we got let loose from the schools' professorial nuns' fade

Teaching us that we're all animals but we pretend we're not, just means we're animate the gown

Of bones and muscles keepin' the wisdom and knowledge to lie like a rug until you lay down.

Jerkin' the chains gettin' some Lincolns and Benjamins to let them take a fifth while slam One

A fifth or more every week and my liver started being a place for the pain and suffering of fun

In the dream when the gorillas mobbed your front and back doors, you screamed for your pops

He came in thinking I was being kidnapped by the bogeyman, it was only my imaginary props.

Mobs rule the yard sticks for miles of piles that used to stank, a wet @Pampers baby food scam

Changing the pampered hind ends as if it's my job, everybody avoided the scent of holy stinkers

Bread brought home from the blood, sweat and tears that flowed down from volcanic eruptors

In and out of the drop zone of misery, with or without you being the form of the matter, I Am.

Finally a reprieve at a musical orchestration of the minutia in and out of my head, out your mind

Minced meat and the things that make up the minions who live in dark caves' artificial stop sign

Apes mimicking the party and the ending of the beginning, just before the fall to sleep, I'll sing

Shining the shoes in the corner bar for a few pennies, a nickel, a dime or a buck, not my thing.

Morphed the 208 bones into the ash thrown into the sea with the rest of the liquid gas, God H2O

Where we come from and without which we don't have a clue how to survive, empty space's hole

Nobody goes there and if they do, there's no reincarnation to come back, it's One and you're done

Frontman and the backup keep it all in the middle where the love and glory pretend, This is fun!

Remember what your mama told you to do when you meet stranger?  Run fast, run deep patterns

Only the physical, mental & the psychic, can roll the rocks around in the dark without lanterns

Random collisions for no reason at all other than just because, it thinks y'all are so very pretty

Not only is this a valid deductive argument but also it is the Truth, if and only if you're chitty.

Pure silk and emptiness in a Big Idea, slips the Superego and the Id into up-down Time in Space

On the surface, in the air or underground down to the core, the center of all there is, mom's face

All the baby can see is mama, all mama can do is hope the baby will grow up and go far away

From the danger that awaits around every bend of the road, every corner of a block's gangway.

At night, darkness rules the brave and the bold who hide behind locked doors and bolted windows

Mighty bold when you think someone's got your back until you find out the Truth, to be or not be

Grown older than a hundred trips around the sun and the younger ones have all been dead and gone

All alone in the dream's conflagration, talkin' about somebody who doesn't care 'bout a new i-phone.

On the points where the sharp one's will jab you until you cut them off, you need them to conclude

That premises of any argument are mere assumptions & not absolutely true beyond logic's doubt, um

One more chance, just one more and that will be all this time, it's the End of the millennia, #GetBack

Shots fired without cannons or rifles, dead in a dream's kaboom!  All agog, my head's like All Black.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Sunday, Blovember 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 PM PST

{  Drafted while listenin' to @EricChurch #HITS on youTube links it up @ https://youtu.be/usGv0gB2zEU }

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