#Space #ThrillIsGone #Time #ThrillIsGone #CaputInDeepSpaceWithASpider #SpiderThatYou? #TennesseeWhiskeyNShyt #OpinesLikeHolyHolesInOne

SPEAKIN' SPIDER TO THE GODS OF ADAM {Swearin' to the gods}

 

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Miracles are not the simple-minded cause & effect of the routine mind's unmoved move

No motive in the mind of the sky gods outside of Earth's atmosphere, the atheists just die

Ain't nothing but the leap of Blind Faith in a "better life" when y'all fade away, good luck

I have a cadre of com-padres & com-madras who've completed the Living mission's fluke.

Don't get me wrong which you inevitably will but there's an elephant in the bathroom too

It's where she came in with the Beatles and her hair raised into a large Afro like no other

 What is the hair for other than to look attractive for the mitosis and meiosis of the Mother

Earth that wobbles, appears to spin & roll while revolving about a ball of fired-up power.

Had the ghost posse for the runs on the stage coaches and banks of the silver and gold one

Minds bitten by the training to eliminate the disposable matter into a buried, fertilized scone

To be eaten or not to be eaten, that's the only REAL question, I prefer not to be on the Menu

Out of a wild, blue yonder, there's a bit of hoc-us-pocus magic pokin' through the star venue.

Vitriol humor isn't trivial, it's a method for the madness to become exposed to One element

Earth, Fire & a Wind that resulted from a Big Bang or another catastrophic calamity dent

Believers are gonna believe and Haters of Blind Faith are scientific philosophers of School

From the pre-school to the graduate-school, only the diapers get shed in the end, still a fool.

Rushin' right into the earning potential and the fear of being poor and pathetic to the hot ones

Boys and girls grown up into mothers & absentee fathers who knew or didn't know any sons

Or daughters who needed and wanted their dads, just a legend in history long gone millennia

Evolution of single cells & apes or super-special supra-alien design from scratch-DNA, blah!

 

Nobody ever knew, the dead underground or undersea or dust in the wind, perish the thought

Of being all too human or an animated bag of cytoplasmic slop, a rare, random, lackey robot

Fearing the Unknown until the corpus dillecti is allowed to be what it is, Oscar's performance

To be or not to be was NOT a question, suicide is painless like a matricide & patricide dance.

Evolved from One cell?  Come on man, get real and read some ancient words from the dead

It's a Tibetan book of The Dead for a reason, it's for Tibetans only, they die & the rest don't

Just fade away like the dust in the wind that settles wherever high wind blew it down under

Conclusion whether induced or deduced can be corroborated by lightening and the thunder.

Woke up with wood, distributed the farms with Johnny's apple seeded garden of E in the bay

Torture unwound the spool of invisible thread, causes & effects did not repeat in cosmic ends

I came back home to let you know, you'll find nobody to dream with when you're lost in Space

All alone like an astronaut with a spider, allowed to communicate a nature of being, God's face.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi III-IX-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Watching you watch me watch you, watch me...anyway, jammed this out while watching #SPIDERS & listenin' to @SystemOfADown #Spiders link https://youtu.be/SqZNMvIEHhs?si=7wkTQYbRyjYTDio6 }

f i n i s

w.w.a.r.d.?

#AllGood #NeverEvil #LiveEvilLive & #EclecticTasteMOI #TIMINGisEVERYTHING

BLUES ON THE 7^TH, DIMINISHED MINORS KNOCKIN’ BOOTS

Boots, y'all can do what's never been done, immersion ignorance of Truth, it’s been done

It’s been well said as well, related experiences of the third parties to the rivals of godsons
Born to the old women when they were young and didn’t know anything more than the fun
That you have with the boys when you’re ready to procreate the species’ funk, shot the gun.

I went out on the town because you went camping with your pistol-packin’ amigas, all good
No evil or bad things can happen if you’re aware of bad guys everywhere, nature of the hood
Don’t pine for the innocence of being a baby, havin’ no fear, beware of the holy, the hot dogs
Lookin’ good enough to swallow & metabolize, tonnages of pounds recycled for pond frogs.

Cash money, slappin’ it down, it’s all long gone when you’re in ashes or mummy silkworms
Last call before we return to my carriage for a ride underneath the pale moon, skip the trip
Lips need lockin’ and boots need knockin’ together, heel to toe, cowboy or combat to flip
Over and over again until we conceive the next one to survive us both, we’re God’s Forms.

Drunk on wine from the winner’s cup, the grape flowed freely to me, nobody watched scat
It was all that was left at the end when all of the guests returned to their own homes’ flats
Played the players, won all of the games, I passed Go & never went to gaol or penitentiary
Forgot about peace & love, Mendocino up to Monterey I drove gold miles on the “#1” Way.

Reverie coming as above so it is below the ground of being, all she wrote, him, me, them
Natural beauty is the accidental nature of meiosis and mitosis, clear your throat of phlegm
Wine left over when the grapes get squeezed and the living scat out of every cell in one form
Fabulous walks in the moonlight with my polar opposite, pro & con of a grim reaper storm.

War and Peace just the haggling of the selfish boors inhabiting the hot four cornered rooms
Being strummin’ strings, poundin’ brass and tight skins, blowin’ cool crimson air into Blues
Walks in the moonlight, near the ocean’s beach, money thrilled, your skin & bone looms
Above and below every single thought I have when I’m not runnin’ high with wasted crews.

High rollin’ friends all came up empty in Reno & Vegas, ran away to the Tahoe Lake all clear
Days to slow down, walks around town, saying hello to high strangers I’ll never know to hear
Jokes laughing at me before the punch line is even formed, funny comics of girls & bad boys
Fabulous though, sweet love caused the nature of a beast, girls are key, as is Helen of Troy.

No need for the gods who can’t be seen by the words scratched upon cave walls & tomes
Sun shines in 360 degree emanations, on this side and the other side, even the dark sides
I know and you know what life means when it’s slippin’ away, before it’s too far gone, Lies
Just wanted to admit that I was wrong to tell the Truth, tasted wine from Caesar’s Romes.

Inherited whatever was left in the emptiness of the vacuum, blew the signals’ red lights
Smashed into the stone wall, in between the last breath and the soul rising, I got insights
Thrilled to share this with your innocent consciousness, what are you, seven years old or…
Is this the dream you’ll awaken from on your last gasp of gas? Or is this It, I Am … the Sun.

by
r j j stephan, i

        c.  Mercredi, March VI^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ #TooBusyBeingFabulous in a loop by @GlennFrye #LifeOfTheParty #JokesOnYou on a LOOP on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hsDX5V1Jw-M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Writ by: @PhilAbuster & @JackieDaniels @Eric_Church @acdcCON #Everclear #Everlast @ChrisStapleton @BillyJoel @GretchenWilson @BugsBunnyCompilation #JeffBridges #LeGrandeLebowski

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JACKED UP MORE , SO GET BACK JACK

In front, near the middle of the backside, there’s a passage that nobody has entered
Fear and loathing to become the savior of your soul but not mine, have a nice day
Income is the flow of the gold coming from the centerfold of the playboy masters
Thinking that I am alive and that I exist just because I’m thinking about this & that.

By the ways and means pushing the buttons and throwing the switches to engage chit
It moves the unmoved mover to be the First Cause of all effects up to a Singularity fit
It cooks in a crock pot, slowly heating the muscles of animals’ so hot, it’s metabolized
Gone before you & I know it, typically in a scattered mind, peace comes circumcised.

One Truth among the many versions of the purpose for the human species appearance
On a finite stage in the middle of what appears to be infinite Space, it’s all zero & a One
Manipulate the narrative to win or to lose the game played by ancestors long gone too
Never left the dust of the Earth, bones and mummies leftover from a campus bonfire.

Mixed martial arts qualify for the narrow way defense of the heart & soul of what it is
A thing itself, speaking of the substance of a leap year’s extra day, to keep the 365 ¼
Days it takes to revolve around the star before it collapses or expands, Earth’s Time
Without precise calculation, no accounting for the wobble & unequal elliptical path.

Heard of the Uncertainty Principle & analyzed the concept for the sake of my sanity
No more running in the opposite direction believing blindly that I’d garner some pity
For the luck I made for myself out of the gold mine nuggets of sugar gum drops of sin
Decadent of the alabaster and ivory gleaned from the sea’s river rocks that roll on in.

Now and then you gotta feel like this has all been done before, but it ain’t a deja vous
It’s just because the infinite repetition of the things doing their things is so out of sight
All of us too, every single one of us, you & me, everybody else, living & dead got us right
Prayed to gods, begged mother nature, hoped that the dead poets murdered the blues.

Righted on when y’all got left out in the cold with no coat, not even warm, woolly socks
Evened it all up before I played chess games with my head down on pebbles and rocks
I awoke so hungry & missing all but my naked bones entrenched in astigmatic #Tarpit
Confidence men, all too human morphs trippin’ around Earth in an eighty-day caput.

Despair is Essence of Being aware that a Void is all there is, loveless, at sea forever
Dry or wet, rocks don’t allow the water flow, H2O river tracks like Nitro-glycerin hair
Shooting messengers doesn’t make the message change, can’t say nothin’ nice, so
Don’t say anything at all, mean spirit wants ‘1’ narrative of Truth, Destiny’s low blow.

Before the concept is analyzed, begin with Love not Hate, no date-rape children high
As above, therefore it is the same below the atmosphere’s stratosphere, Adam’s sigh
Wasted or oblivious to the method in the madness, just takin’ the blows as they come
Up, down, in & out, before & after the consciousness becomes aware, deaf & dumb.

On a sliding scale of determination, 1 being absolute & 9 being random chaos’ honey
Which rate reflects your certainty, what birth & death means in the long run, so funny
If you’re blind, deaf & in the mode of Helen Keller, able to think & learn the three R’s
Reading, W®riting & Arithmetic, overnight sensation of higher powers, heroes in bars.

I’ve held the strings and I pulled them as needed to slide into home safely, bold lover
Nobody replaces the irreplaceable that can’t be held back by little sister or big brother
You will do what your will allows whether you know it’s omnipotent or you ignore Truth
Love spent on trigger-happy TDs & Homers, no rollin’, sky-high bad breaks, forsoothe.

Where Mary took the brain cells to lock up the triggers of judgement & rhetorical slack
Busted for baggies of plants and the smash into plastic packs of your death while alive
Consider the alternative of being conceived in a womb, lapse your reason, gods smack
Always deep in here, Space & Time locked on target & “You’re fired, you dumbfound!”

Not even high or drunk, not as high as the anthill underneath the roach farm below me
But I will be sooner or later when I’ve secured a safe place to knock myself out of here
Like a game needing a winner & a loser, it doesn’t need to last for eternity, just a while
On higher ground, underwater, thrown up in the air, common ground is a free will dial.

Words said & eaten to take back the falsehoods and misstated thoughts within souls
Asleep to keep the secret that you & I, everyone ever alive or to be alive, dream holes
Darker light, chain-reacting atomic glass, out of nowhere, nothing becomes One thing
Unconditional winning is everything, losing only happens to winners, bells ring, I sing.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March 2nd 2024 @ 711 AMPST

{#Jacked-up while deep, down in a purple funk in a trunk of bunk while listenin’ to #SlowWhiskeyBlues link @ https://youtu.be/aJGNryWfOgI?si=pgqqngb9J9nNaGoQ}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoGivesAScatBoutYourBabies? #FoolsFillFlukesOfFabulosity

XEROX YOU, COPY DAT?

Our skin is in the game for the duration of the perfect lives on Earth
Lucky to have been conceived & born to Mankind, Existence is a fly
Nothing you can say on the record will extinguish the species’ heart
Tricks of a magician use sleight of hand to fool souls of smokin’ high.

Bills to be paid by silver and gold I’ve found buried deep into The Word
Posted the queerest & weird to initiate the cause of all species’ extinction
Calm your damn rubber soul down, wander about a land of Henry Ford
Who cares? Yo’ mama dropped a dime on you, life in dumb-ass’ prison.

At one time or another, you believe reason and logic lead to Truth’s Ends
Watching absolutely no spirits rise from their corpse once ash or embalm
Takes over the innards to preserve them from norm decay of it all psalms
Songs you’ve burnt and ate your words, embalmed, buried or in the deep.

Queen’s check on a board of 64, begets 2 impotent kings’ & 4 knights
Dancing aboard finite possibilities which lead to checkmate of the Rex
Devils & angels aside, this is strictly an all too human duel of pointlessness
Best to regard the pastime as an essential ingredient of a bad witch’s hex.

That nothing matters in the long or short run except for survival of the fit
It’s the whole of the law, a common denominator of numerators I split
Momentary lapse of Reason to learn to survival, crucified in the stirrup
Hard to get from point A to B without jumping a hippy ass, saddle up.

Inside my school gym locker, books were all read, studied for straight A’s
To read & recollect facts as presented is all that’s required to get PhD’s
Like this here & that there, a way of being at one with the incongruence
One that I knew I’d find before a last beat of my heart muscle nonsense.

Partial amnesia for good, bad & ugly is an effective cure for a broke Id
Fought the good fight for the ugly & baddest of the rest, dream of the kid
Beaches at the edge of a great Lake of Michigan, Iroquois tribes' vein
Royal flush, ace high full house will get the job done 7 of 10 times insane.

It’s the 3 times you ostensibly lose a shirt to the house, inevitable you fold
Pat hands of the dealer can profit a single dope for a spell, fool for gold
Seniors on trips to getaway from home & pretend fun is in playing game
Not winning, losing, shedding your gold to the house is cool, smile, lame.

You know & I know we’re all gonna die, 'less you’re an infant or mind
Truth is online buried in cyberspace or brick & mortar Dewey Decimals
Pierce my soul with invisible arrows, St. Cupid, when I sleep, ring a bell
Home or away, I won’t lose any game, I always win, losing is impossible.

Legal tender will bend your actions to retrieve whatever it takes get tight
Safe & sound for your return to Tomorrow’s Fixed Game of High Light
Stacked the deck to win not to lose, undefeated with a wink & nod done 
Matter & Energy conceived & dissolved during The Big Bang, I'm One.

by

r j j stephan, i

{ It’s #Tricky, drafted while jammin’ to @RunDMC on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/l-O5IHVhWj0?si=-U_XIIykFUZh6UfN }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?