My Dinner With Andre #SaveMeFromThisPrison #HelpMeGetAway

SHORT PEOPLE & GOLD AMOUR

In and out of Gold’s same thing over and over again, ad infinitum, it’s matter & form

Moved the unmoved mover over to the left then over to the right, final dropped worm

Like a hit of LSD-25, grubby little fingers want to get their hands on it, it’s all a trip too

From the beginning to the end when you come back to your Earthly mind, God blue.

At the end of the universe, your consciousness blinks and it’s all over, ain’t no heaven

Believe me or believe a stranger who wrote a bunch of words in a foreign tongue, in Zen

Lies and Truths told together and mixed into a cornucopia of daily menudo for mamas

And papas who raise the tiny taxpayers, teachin’ them how to lie, it’s no problem, Roz!

Hills left, foothills and mountains with piles of trials, full of smiles and tears of heaven

Heroes and villains swap stories and get to the end before you fall asleep in bunkbeds

Short people with little heads and little eyes, tiny feet keep short steppin’ on the get go

By the end of Time, we all run out of Space the day we die, or so I’m told, it’s all a show.

Reduce to my absurdity which is Life has meaning if you create one, if not, it’s a wash

Dime a dozen for lives on Earth, absurd to be here & have blind faith you’re immortal

Y’all ain’t, I ain’t, nobody ever was conceived & born on Earth, all mortality to quash

Dreaming, word for it, do due diligence, Truth is, yo’ mama wears combat boots, y’all!

Fooled the fools long enough, baby legs standing up for themselves, dirty, little-minded

Function of the calculus remains unseen, unknown & a byte of noxious scat, reminded

Hemp to make the rope and blitz the brain’s mind, lookin’ through smoke, it’s all a lie

Easy to see but not as easy to sell to the blind faith believer, gotta get ‘em really high!

On the way to the end of the Life you got lucky enough to partake of, take a deep breath

Blow out the hot air and take a bow, go down low to the place nobody can find at death

Behind eyeballs’ grey matter, ideas so invisible that they weren’t here in the first place

Chimera in sequence, appears to animate dead-air, God enjoy my moody phuq’n face.

Weirdo a way to be here & now, behaving with anti-social nasty, two little barefoot peds

Outside of the set of normal people, this set of outstanding moronic, idiotic holy scree

Mass making appearance as atoms conglomerated, form lookin’ visible ‘til it disappears

Soul is the form and shape the atoms glue to the side of reality, animated Matter in arrears.

Hope and Faith to yield the Charity required to remain at One with the chaos, understudy

Script is good but it’s not the reality of the dialogue, I’m takin’ over the whole show, buddy

You’ll see the light sooner or later, final gasp of air & last blink of light in the black Spaces

Ready, get set, daddy said to call him daddy, I did, you didn’t & now, alive, tickled all races.

Earth, a lonely ball of burned-out star left-overs, home to the livers & deadheads evolved

Dead meat is the food we eat, dead plants of a myriad of species, masticate & defacated

Holy host above & the other One that stays #DownLow, creative & impersonal as dead air

Pines & spruces, grow from seeds & burn to ash as the Ends of Big Bangs’ Cro-Magnon lair.

Riding through the ghettos in Cadillacs and Teslas, the gamblers and drug dealers strive too

Speak easy or be quiet, either way it’s the reality of things, forms of matter purple and blue

Hoodlums & saints full of grace came from the same place, woman’s dark, inner sanctuary

Now hear this, when I die there’ll be one less soul to pretend that holy God’s born of Mary!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 11-15-2025 A.D. @ 111 AMPST

{ Drafted in a ferocious style fully ½ asleep & jammin’ to #RetroJazzNight#SAXOPHONES&88’s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/c0FxvfHmzn4?si=-yrzJv3clL2xrKte }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KeepItUpRich ... my daddy used to say that to me... yep, I said #Daddy, that is and was his name, hence, Daddio, I shall keep it up! #NirvanaClosing #OMG #ThisIsWayWorse #LookinUP @Bill_Burr RAWKS! #AskHimBoutHisHAT #DriversUnderstand?

PICASSO CAN HIDE TWO AT ONE

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There’s no reason to become uncivilized to a stranger, asking details about your bank account

On a cold call on the cell phone without any cyber-security cover, you hear what you hear out

Above and beyond the termination of the communication & a report to the FBI, the point moot

There’s the act itself as a violation of integrity, a fool in a cell phone lambda wave from a boot.

In the end, your coverage of the ideocracy prior to retirement engagement came in handy then

Traced the call and secured the transmission location within 4 minutes, the caller is in gold cuffs

Not only is the world a safer place now than it ever was, but the world will also never be all Zen

Complicated mess of chaos in focus for rectifying disorder back to the a priori scent of a woman.

Dream keeps the Life called reality moving right along, a spin & a wobble in elliptical orbit, son

Everything and everyone depends on the sun burning gas, we’re dead without the heated fun

On the one hand, you can’t live without it & on the other hand, you must keep out the rays

As fire burns so does the hot, direct sunlight, all ultraviolet to infrared movin’ 186,000 mi/s/s.

Faster is a tachyon which we all only fathom in theoretical analysis of invisible nothings, as it is

Imagine being dead and gone yet still being aware without a brain or mind that the world exists

What in God’s name would that mean as far as where did life’s Earth forms originate from at all

Is there a pool of subatomic particles somewhere in a Singularity or one dream within another?

Recollect the day after you actually die and rigor mortis is setting in, onto incineration of burial

To ashes and amorphous dust we go but for a while, we believed we were immortal clientele

Here you go, away we all go, memories fade, light fades, you fade, I fade, we all fade to black

Knowledge of a fact is Wisdom, knowledge’s forgone conclusion, no ghost ever comes back.

In a manner of speaking, using logic and reason for the formulation of the argument’s ending

That it’s logical using premises which are assumed to be true and resulting deduce bending

Of the words’ meanings which may be either misused or misunderstood & lead to bad battles

Beating the odds is unlikely to come to fruition, more than likely a loser returns to the rattles.

Hums the songs that the drummers and horn blowers played in harmony ad infinitum, above

Blind faith in the theory that was created from nothing but dead air and fear of death’s dove

It flies in for all of us, many before some of us and not even one before us, newborn too still

High up the hill of Earth, above the fray of the atmospheric plasma, there you are, Jack & Jill!

Ideas come out of nowhere, opened mind allows the subjective predication & presence

In context provided by all who came before the innocent & ignorant, it’s bull’s scat tense

Of course, an alternative is that Life’s but a dream, nothing more nor less than nightmares

Your control over the causes and effects of a random presence is at best, fatal flaw’s tears.

Up and away from the surface where it all comes down to staying alive & dying up in vain

It’s a communication never received on Earth, only astronauts got the message, all insane

Nothing but blackness and white dots in space, blackness and white dots, everywhere 360

No Divine Creator or Buddah or Krishna or Jesus Christ or Muhammed Ali, Nothing to see.

Remain entrenched in the liturgical dilemma about the nature of Life, Death & sexbotics

Tricks happen to those who pay attention to the hand that’s not as quick as the eye antics

Mirrors reflect the image if clear & light but in the darkness it’s all the same look, nothing

The herd is the collection you become nurtured within for the final stage, world frolicking.

If you don’t want to have super fun when the time comes, jump in headfirst, dive off a deck

Do a jackknife or cannonball to make a splash or cut into the surface as a sharp stiletto check

Comin’ up for air after touching the bottom of 11 feet depth, the look of relief merges H2O

Made it with the pool of water again, always a quickie and a repeat, orgasmic ebb and flow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Blowvember VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Tricked the cosmos into this plethora of junk food, hobo wisdom while jammin’ to @kidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch on youTube https://youtu.be/r95wT3yT83A?si=1TXEeZtYcc0S12CZ }

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

SailinShoes #LittleFEAT YOMurph! Coppin' a Sneak

AIN’T NO MURPHY’S LAW

Take my twisted word for it, that’s all of it and here at the lovely Hotel California, all ya need

Murphy’s voice says things no one comprehends because languages are foreign tongue-bleed

Until battles & wars waged kill the unhinged species of every continent, there will be chaos

Wicked or a bit bad, Saintly or mostly good & hardly squeaky clean, like y’all & your bosses.

I ain’t casting aspersions or in other words, judge not, lest I be judged, is my own mantra

It’s been easy to follow the categorical imperative to do unto others as I’d desire for a son

Nobody on the lawns in front of my house since I live I a penthouse of a high rise in a city

No need to fuss about going in and out for this and that, I ain’t worried about havin’ fun.

Watch the disguise of the discussion for the hidden meaning, there isn’t anything hidden

You’ll be analyzing the lines for what’s not there from my mind, it’s all an original, a big sin

Hiding lying eyes behind shades is a remarkable idea, I wish I’d thought of that years ago

It’s a fact of life that I was too damn cool for school, y’all many of y’all had the same show.

Chicago to Texas, Mississippi & Montana, California I spent those decades to rock & spin

All of y’all need to settle down & take total control of your behavior, don’t be a big screw

To the obedience of regulations & laws of civilized freedom to be alive & do what you do

Pretending is over, reality is setting into your conscious mind, cause & effects of action.

What was written on the inner cave walls by the intelligent Cro-Magnon, it’s already gone

Sights unseen and returning to the cosmic dust never before able to introspect upon One

On the stretches road that only a hitchhiker can access, picked up by locals’ antennae high

On demand that we all do and say everything perfectly as if we were perfect yet we ain’t.

I always knew I knew what Love was, what it is & always will be, a way to fixate “yo’ mama”

In order to fully appreciate the way that’s so narrow you think you’re on the wrong path out

Baked the goods & diablo’s evils into the ugliest amongst the tribes & herds worldwide Alah

My BIC lighter lit up the darkness with a spark that couldn’t be more than a radar blip, brah!

The load got loose, used the dump truck to drop it all off at the brickyard refuse yard dump

Pints swigged, shots fired in fireball form, boiled makers into a hot mess of cosmic debris

It is then, we’ve arrived at the future turned into the past, omnipresent in shape and form

North & South poles of the rotating, orbiting planets, Earth included, will animate eternity.

Call it fictional appellations so you can make much ado about the nothingness, it’s alright

Below upper echelons there’s a gathering for a big feast, stabbing with jagged, steely knives

It’s all for one & one for all routine, simple setup for the innocent & faithful to the blue blood

Harm absorbed, suffering in pain sublimated into a psychic realm of aftereffects the hood.

Lights dimmed into the black ultravioletish, low wavelength with that high frequency wave

I’ll wait here while you discover a reason for being alive on Earth, strong species all survive

Weak species become extinct & only resume their evolution through scientific intervention

In a test tube or a beaker, heated & corrupted in original form, a thing from nothing but sin.

Sin is laced and the cards are stacked, no matter how you slice it, you’re guilty of the crime

Allow your mother to read you mind but close it tight in every other case, it’s orphans’ Time

Guilt & responsibility for the morality and ethics of the minions, sabotage’s Idea itself, dies

As a phoenix rises, so you will too with or without the guardians, above the fray & holy lies.

Now, assuming Murphy’s Law is accurate, “If it can go Wrong, it will go Wrong.” Butter toast

Butter side down, gravity pulls the heavy side down too, on the ground, no worries mostly

Hard knocks headed in our direction because we’re in the way, move & pivot for correction

Frozen Time, melted in Space, expecting perfection results in that occurrence in It all, son.

Solids, liquids & gases are the reality of these doors between Us & eternity, pathos myths

Epic eras come and go, if not recollected via tools that mark surfaces in sensible glyphs

Money in gold or territory, it’s all it’s always been, nothing more nor less, a brief sojourn

We got the reason and the rhyme, we lived & we died mercy to you, my & mom’s unborn.

Truth is being told right now, I had everything in order, all categories full engaged in play

Monkeys on the soup line just like the people, they thought their mommies & daddies say

Just take the handouts, they got the program & couldn’t detach from deception, buggers

Full house with aces over cowboys, doesn’t beat four deuces, which is a hand in mine

I’llhump the bass for the backbeat of the drums, rhythm & rhyme to follow lemon squeeze

There is no subject, no object, no predicate, no adverbs, no articles, no verbs either, please

Leave out the super egos we inherited from immigrants who comingled diverse RNA decoys

Gave us the business, kids from the 50’s to the 70’s then tried to oppose us wonder boys.

Fierce as enlightened apostles of the void, no place in the universe for mankind’s silk ilk

Ends all come down to this, it began and ran its course between a bang & chocolate milk

There’s no joke here, why are you laughing, what’s funny, are you serious? Clowns stank

You know Murphy’s Law is that if it can, it will go wrong, and you can take that to the bank.

Ice melts, you know that & milk spoils, ex-wives miss you, at the border, you get pinned down

Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky, twinkle, twinkle, little star, as a clown

Unknown about the unknown since before history began, a cluster ingestion down the throat

Hair is a feather in the cap for the style of cut your father decided to sculpt, #Hairpie, wrote.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-28-2025 Anno Domini @ 1533 hours PT

{ Crafted while Jazz jammin’ to top 100

JAZZ plus  https://youtu.be/tfUZomG97pI?si=F82UQq37H4AaBTAL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Already Done & Gone Without Prejudice Plastic #ElectricTongue #TheRollingStones #LetThemEatCAKE #WARtheBAND #TowerOfPower "Let them eat #CAKE!" -- @TheMarieAntoinette #GreenlandTAKEOVERdenmarkCheckMate #CHOPPERSrule

ME?  I AM ALREADY GONE.  F I N I S

ALL ACTIONS HAVE
Predictable CONSEQUENCES
Nobody on planet Earth born to females of species or mitotically divided ala asexuality
Not even One gets out of the system of ups & downs alive, no spirit & no immortality
Ethics and Rationality for the ivory towers to reiterate to the young & restless PhDs
As above clouds into deep space, so below six feet for an encore of a planetary seize.

Monsters on the way to scare the daylights out of the nightmares a doctor analyzed
Shrunken child’s age of reason at seven to eleven, unbecoming of an angel idolized
Yet here we are, faced with unknown futures perpetually in motion for you & for me
Therefore, once assuming, the propositional logic reaches a deduction without glee.

Mortification for every one of us at the end when the mortician drains you to the bone
Talk about love no more or gettin’ nervous about goin’ under short skirts & long sweaters
Something like a mystery you find about in your teens & carry to the octogenarian hearse
I dreamed about you every night, your dream came true in my dream, for better or worse.

High or low, above and below again, over so many times that the reincarnates go mad
Unable to handle the facts of life that nobody lives when the body dies, man & woman
To know the Truth and live your full life knowing the Truth is the best deal to trade for Zen
Payment is nothing but following the commands, the laws, the calculus of good & bad.

Even with the grace and healing of the ignorance inherited from naked apes in dark caves
Humanity came to be accidentally, you know it but you can’t believe you’re not God’s favs
Hence, if the Truth is that civilized humanity was a failsafe for a consumption of cannibals
Let’s keep track of the trajectory of flying blips up in the sky, in case there’s air traffic pals!

Too late for the fools on the hill, they got there because it’s their last stand, just like Custer
No way to get away when you’re surrounded by the entire nation, on your tombstone buster
Kill was murder although consuming the flesh & bone, even entrails of the gods’ loaf & fish
A sort of recycling of atomic matter into wasted leftovers when the power is 1st of a 3rd wish.

Past and Future come together in a unified theory of general relativity, a numb skull breach
Fissure invisible yet with a slow leak, every secret ever manufactured by the ignorant beach
All have been long gone & forgotten, magicians’ spells wiped the slate clear of word-up, son
Hard rocks become the liquid lava that can’t be contained by elliptical orbits or revolution.

Drops from the planets that were imagined by the masters & their students, opiated Truth
Maybe right or wrong but for certain, if there’s an origin then there’s a finale, end is curtains
Nobody can think or feel a thing without the original Two, all evolved from the Origin of One
Spontaneous as a loud, Big Bang, due to gravitational collapse, theoretical sound is Ma, Son!

Born out of a Void, the Singularity’s thrust into immortality’s covertness to keep idiots afar
Pinch yourself, to make certain that you’re wide awake at peak level of attention’s original sin
Sneaky snakes come after April, before June, it’s a Truth nobody can deny, I guess that’s certain
Comedy of your tragedy is not so funny when you’re not in on the joke, it’s all a blip on radar.

Hurry, there’s no time to waste for you, you’re inside of one of the sweetest pickles, now & ever
Lucky to be above the ground, unlimited by the organs & limbs in atrophy, nothing to die for, sir
Then again, it’s the reason why we die, it’s because we’re alive in the first place, Thank the gods
Talking worship and prayers to the invisible ancient ones who don’t show up on stage, hotrods.

Feeling a little bit foolish fallin’ for the one who couldn’t bear to be near me, the One hated me
I knew it really had to be the opposite of the appearance, I only did what a lover would do, I see
Everything both above and below us hurts pretty bad once it’s gone & coming back never at all
Knowledge & Wisdom are afoot, just a legend pretending to be too legit to quit or ala downfall.

When I say what I will have said once it’s all said & done, that’s the time in Space, it is done
Denial that the empty space is something more than nothing at all, well that’s mental illness
Blind mice and blind faith that humanity swallows and swills at the whiskey bar, shots for us
It’s what you gotta have lots and lots of, heart, real heart that beats eternally without a fuss.

It’s hip to be a square like the song sing, SO here we go, renegades who fooled around quit it
Settled down for the duration of the melody & the score, equal at zero for all, cool to have a fit
Every color to color blinded, in black & white, infrared to ultraviolet light in the pitch black dark
Before humans wrote it down, word of lips & mouth flapped the gums, left the signals to spark.

In general, everything including you & I are specifically relative to the equilateral triangle form
Geometric progression from zero both above & below the merry-go-round, no higher than low
On the spectrum of infrared to ultraviolet light, the effulgence of the star we call, The Sun, son
Daughters all realize the obvious what sisters & wives, aunts, mothers, grandmothers of fun.

Nobody will believe the irrepeatable yet there’s the good old college try by the dropouts of ‘U’
The issue is the grads didn’t study, crammed & used the cribs to generate the A’s, the B’s & C’s
Incomplete factoid of One, Two, Three, that’s how easy it’s gonna be when your spirit’s freeze
How now, brown cow?  Sally sells seashells by a Jersey sea shore, near Boardwalk’s aqua blue.

I’m within the head, between the cranium’s ears, firing neurons in retrospect of War & Sleezy
Nothing but the Black Hole’s Singularity has the power to reduce it all to less than Nothing too
Hardy rhymes without rhythm, it’s the whiskey glasses & the beer steins I’ve tipped back easy
You’re an idiot, you’re a moron, it’s not your fault, inherited your recombinant DNA, a high IQ.

Your existence beyond your flesh & bone is suspicious even if you’ve been embedded in faith
Although it’s blind, at least it’s SOMETHING to believe in once you sucked a final gasp’s breath
North to South Pole, all around the equator used to be enveloped by H2O, evaporated in Space
In several millennia, all H2O will face annihilation as Earth devolves its ecliptic about starshine.

Mister potato head face, imagine Earth without H2O, you can do it or request artificial Intel too
Compare the reality with your blind hope for immortality without a physical body, head to toe
Whip it up into a frenzy because you can, like a conductor of a symphonic orchestra’s cacophony
No reason to doubt the indubitable other than to mock the wasted time, be me, I’m so phony.

Hearts & minds become the fodder for the growth of the seed’s DNA, unknown creator’s drag
Less than the zero on the number line, in the negative abstraction of conceptual analysis’ fag
Who knew anything about anything on day One, nobody knew anything, a philosophy of Mind
Cut off the head at the neck in a sharp guillotine, male & female become androgyny’s Stop Sign.

Simple man as yo’ foster parents allowed you to be, trained in Zen & Roman Catholicism schism
Opportunity is knockin’ but not at my door, it’s next door or down the street, it’s her or it’s him
In every case, repeating a payoff ad infinitum yields the Way of Zen, middle path, holy Nirvana
Include you in the whole subset of Life, organic & inorganic, ash to dust, cry to your ol’ mama!

Nevertheless, heretofore at the get-go or near the final, bitter end of the world, it’s all of us
Nobody at all can predict the future, many can’t remember the past, most cannot be present
Prom night to the night of your wake in a casket, could be eighty or a hundred years on a bus
Moving from origin to destination, you’re going to stop on a dime when it’s time, lady & gent.

Prime target is the bull’s eye center, soft as boiling water or hard as frigid ice, kill & eat lives
Barbecued, broiled, boiled, fried, seared, burnt to ash or raw after death, sacred blood highs
If there’s nothing to eat, hunger leads to starvation & the final motive of being alive in hives
Performance hotrod inherited from the most fit to have survived north to south poles’ rises.

Enforce the law or become isolated in desolation without protection from predator elements
Swift justice for the good, the bad & the ugly regardless of their parentage, for rich or poorer
Immaculate conception of the generals and admirals who animate the scum of the Earth’s din
Pens writing what the pencils points used to make, tabulations ala computations of mortal sin.

Surface to air missiles launched from the underground erections behaving as a moron, idiot!
Orders and compliance are necessary conditions for the extinction of species to be The Robot
No harm by androids if you appear to be a veal calf, grazing without any idea that God is dead
Bizarre they could exist without a Faith in One Creator, anyway, all hookers sleep tight in bed.

Bases are full in the bottom of the ninth, the game is tied 0-0 & the cleanup will end the game
Over when it’s over, it ain’t & everybody knows it ain’t over ‘til it’s over, Yogi Berra truism fame
Hens laid nest eggs, brought up on Chi-Town side-streets until the roosters hatched hens’ yolks
Extinction of specific codes of plants & animals, necessary & sufficient to annihilate all the folks.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, Janvier XXXIst MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Y'all come from below or above the place in Space where the prisoners get incarcerated in a pig pen just like the animals you breed, slaughter & masticate the meals that die for our benefit so we don’t turn into the cadaver before our Time; drafted this neuro-toxin while asleep in a #Woke dream & listenin’ to @SicilianTricks https://youtu.be/1etPoP4GDs8?si=A5ONld2YELBCzKGd }
 F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HIGH TARIFFS

Silly Sons of Beaches Dried Up H2O #FiveEasyPieces #HoldItBetweenYourKnees

SPINES FOR THE SUPPORT, SPINE’S DIVINE

Diving from sixteen feet above the surface into a jackknife or a one & a half tuck cannonball

Killer instinct floating in deep space without an anchor, without a compass to direct it all

High or low, out or inside job to keep you on your toes, ready for the finale of a corpse doom

Buries the stink so far away that there’s no memory of the stank of a carcass, just perfume.

Bones separated from one another when there’s no reason left to keep it all together, I’m in

All or nothing in the killer pot, either you win it all or lose it all, there’s no other option of sin

Mortally or originally a disobedient violator of the commands from a Father, Son & a ghost

Only you know and I know the meaning of the Truth, hidden from the many ones, the most.

Burnt in the fire until the forms turned into ash-like stardirt, no way to decipher Truth’s milk

You want to but you can’t succeed at the only thing anybody can do, spinnin’ on spider silk

Hurt in the hot flame, burnt in the first degree and the circulation diminished into a vacuum

Where nothing can live and nothing can die, nothing doing anywhere at any time, like scum.

For the first time in the re-recorded history of homo sapiens who inhabit Death Valley’s ash

You & I know the arid desert that is in between antibodies of water left over from the Ice Age

Happiness is one lucky result for a fraction of those born to run or crawl upon the big stage

Traumatic repetition of the causes which precede effects of a spoon runnin’ away ala dish.

Word that begins with an “F” like in #Fake news, just a middle of the road POTUS apparatus

An apparatchik is above and below the politics of freedom of speech, truth or lies about us

You and I stay out of the loving avalanche cascading from the shores of Gitchegoomy Lake

What you know when you begin the fire is that you will never burn it all down for God’s sake.

It’s not for me to say that the magic spell can only work with the power of the holy will

What you use to imagine the thoughtful idea coming to fruition, like magic whiskey swill

Down the hatch and the spirits move from belly to brain as quickly as an empty belly can

Throw up the throw backs while throwing spit balls between knuckle balls, hardball fan.

It changes in a New York minute how ever long that might be, more or less than an hour

Period piece between the legs of my daughters who cannot resist the temptation of Eve

They all beget the grandkids who always have a room in my mansion, their DNA qualify

By far this is the most important thing to ever know, when you die, no soul’s gonna fly.

Settle for faked Truth and not the blind faith fairy tale your mother & father regurgitated

Applied the astrophysics and common-sense degree in philosophy to the grateful dead

Head to bottom of the feet tarsals a menudo results to be masticated between the jaws

Make no bones about the finale to the play, it’s first, second & third acts on feline raws.

Monks hide from their kinfolk & following cohorts, brothers & sisters from other mothers

Between the starting gate and the photo-finish line in the track’s turf, what it is brothers

A longshot bet with the odds against the 30-1 so I bet a C-note on the #RedRooster Philly

I rolled the bones, Rolling Stones, as above, so below, it’s sweeter than cheesesteak T.

Pork rinds ain’t like a pig in a poke, they’ll do in the pinch because they’re epic munchies

Without cerveza from Corona it’s impossible to appreciate the substance abuse of these

Monkeys with the careers and retirements before rigor mortis sets in, Time spins the dead

Caught and stuck awaiting to fight the bite, spider comes, I’m already gone, ya bonehead.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July XXVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked the jaw shut on the corpse of dead words in rows while dead in the water }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Kiss? ... The Muse has spoken with the pen/sword! #Stop #Look #Listen @Elvis #ELVIS

IT WAS ALL IN-GRANDMA’S HAND, SHE TOLD ME SO 

What I said the long day I was born, I can’t recall the exact thought but ‘twas dark, man
Freedom cost for me is everything I got, I’m the gift from above, as it is way down below
.409 cubed, little deuce coupe, under the hood disguise by a 1962 body’s dual quad, I see
Hottie, top tin can fuel-injected all in my mind when my father said I’d wipe out in a ‘63.

Freedom & slavery are words referring to happiness or sadness, creepy, holy old souls
These guys are all dead & gone, they left marks upon cold terrain in a heap of hot coals
Bringing the load on your back will break it, so use the tools of the all too human mind
Let the beasts of burden carry the overloads until they shut down, then a BBQ unkind.

Hunger for the things to chew and swallow, fuel burned calories to animate your bones
If you don’t keep moving your 208 linked-up skull-to-toe chunks, they’ll require a moan
Neither more nor less is the case, all here today & we’ll be gone tomorrow, son, oh son
Freedom is liberation from linked chains you gravitated toward, accident-malfunction.

Fools merely evolved amusement of subatomic collisions in a Void, as above so below
Freaks collected into a pool of acid in a cytoplasmic trap, be strong to survive the flow
Freedom is all we ever needed, everything we’ve wanted was all angels left, this bliss
Foment a foaming at unleashed mouths, distill the moisture, transform a French kiss.

By the narrow way we move in and out of the trip upon your mother’s innards, a hotrod
As we know it or not, just a mortality experience of a forgotten flash of pure nonsense
Nothing more you can do about it other than know that existence precedes an essence
Whatever we are, the unknown that preceded our appearance is really the Void of God.

Linguistic predication of subjective objects, it is done, 20/20 visionary, third-eye blind
I am both in and out of the dream within the dream, your mind is nothing for me to find
I got mine, I hope you’ve got yours, one way or another, it’s a pearl prize, old man, see?
Blackish white, invisible to tiny ones blinded by starlight, ultraviolet-infrared ain’t free.

For the third and last time, I’m falling from some plateau above or below heaven’s gate
All there is left is my consciousness, 208 bones have atrophied to be an atrocity of fate
So tiny it’s invisible to the all too human eyeballs, so huge it’s unimaginable to all DNA
Starve & die of thirst is a way to go, other ways are a myriad of permutation, eggs of RA.

Mothers before fathers, rules and regulations enhance the survival of the fittest, y’all’s
Only females know the inseminator, the progeny are the downloads of paupers’ royals
Kings & princes, dead-lines from the most devious & strong, hysterical in-bred sapiens
Extinction announcement, cut the air & the water, all stupide become holy has-beens.

Beanstalk will grow from seed & fall back to a grave of Doom, anti-gravitational gravy
Imagine or perceive reality to be what eyesight, hearing, tasting, smelling & feeling do
Everything else is the trajectory of possible probabilities, a finite conclusion of infinity
What I am, who you are, what this is that’ll kill us in the end, this Life, crack of the sea!

For what it’s worth, the First Cause of me & you is unknown, invisible yet indivisible so
Do what you can to avoid having any children who’ll reproduce themselves, just blow
Up or down from top to the bottom of the cube’s six square sides of 90-degreed angles
Immense propensity for compression into the golden lead leftovers of the Big Bangles.

It’s something that appears on the stage now and then, you are that something, DNA’d
Premises assumed to be true lead to contingent conclusions which are literally untrue
Garbage into a disseminator leads to garbage coming from an inseminator, @unethical
If you know that you know, you may be mistaken because of the herd’s misleading call.

End of the world is your end, keep it in mind 24/7 to ease you into the Reality of a Void
You can’t get out of the operation now, it’s in motion, follow orders & become a droid
Free will & love have nothing to do with it other than the mind-control of a woke bloke
Nobody gets afterlife, nobody gets out of life alive, corpus dillecti for all, I Am Smoke.

Nevada to Carolina, windward to America from the Atlantic Sea, just oceanic fake glee
3/5th’s of the Earth’s matter is H2O gas of a liquid nature, naturally polluted with death
Living die, that’s Life, all it’s cracked up to be is a minute on Time-lines of Infinity’s tree
Rolled the die, marbles & mumbley-peg played for the whole shebang, I am my wraith.

by
r j j stephan, i

 c.  Lundi, May XXVII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Concocted while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #HITS link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/41vMbny2bz8?si=pAzAllifdTCo7A8m  & @ZZTOP concert/LIVE 2024 }

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