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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