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LOVE WORD UP, GET DOWN-LO WAR

Originally sinned in a garden called Eden with Eve & I take it you know
I’m Stacy’s mom’s husband, I’m Stacy’s dad and we’ll take this real slow
My daughter likes you, she’s on birth control & no doubt told you, hence
You now know a little bit and you can guess the rest, no nonsense tense.

As I move in double speed, I stop in double time and never skip a C-note
If it greases my palm, the deal is sealed, gentleman’s agreement, no vote
Hop along the dotted line with your John Hancock, scribble above & below
Monsters of the Midway and Miners of the Gold bring out the best in flow.

Gone downstream from the hatchery ladder just to get lured by the flies
Biting them, chewing the bait without getting snagged, steelhead’s lies
You and the Kings and Silvers got together after the gutting and BBQ digs
Offered their spirits that now grace your innards a chance to live as a man.

How magnanimous of the eating machine, drunk lush spit for elimination
To be free from being behind bars without a key, locked into submission
Due to the inability to follow ten simple commands of the gods, mortality
Only way to stay alive is to fight for survival, to be fit, to smell and to see.

Aftertaste just as good as the original one, dream in a dream at one
Used to think that the thing itself was something other than what I am
Then I opened the third eye I didn’t know I had, I saw the Truth of stars
Ergo, as I lay dying, I choked the jerk-off, then a guy walked into the bar.

On the tile floor next to the bar-stool, a last gasp went in & out my blood
I recall floating above the bar looking for Jose & Jack, at one for Bay mud
Pricking the soft matter to control the excited atoms, pin cushion’s proof
That the holes I’ve created close with the passage of years, I am the goof.

A hundred years ago just like a hundred years from right here & now, zero
As close as I can get to a word to mean the concept of the Void, God’s hero
Blame all of the inconvenient Truths seen with our own lyin’ eyes, ‘ai’ One
Intelligence as artificial as your mother, she’s two hundred years old, son.

Bridges to pass from mass to mass keeps your feet & horses’ hooves dry
Like your powder that provides persuasion, blue, purple or red rover high
All events pass into historical vortexes nobody can ever retrieve ala dead
Honor, obedience, reverence keeps your survival mode aloft, I am I said.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi April 4th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1755 hours PMPST

{ Scraps of fragments, translated from the English into WORDup by @KORN link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-M7vOnlcLbo while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE CONCERT link @ https://youtu.be/Wu7ygAqF_Mk?si=6S9MGXxKsH9zJh1w }
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CONVICT DELUSION OF INNOCENCE BABY #OHgirl #BeerForMyHorses #ImWinning

PRETEND BODY & SOUL WON’T SURVIVE EXTINCTION’S DOOM

-------------xo gods-------------------

Two wrongs do not make one right, that would be a fallacious argument in a fool’s face
It might be the ways and means of the forms and shapes of the times that shape Space
Time too that seems to be a measure of your relationship with the cosmic Brand flakes
Gods and the gold, primary function of a bullied boy is to become the government cake.

If you’re a moron, you look like a moron, you speak like a moron, you write like one tool
High crimes & misdemeanors flap you lips sir Raskin or Holmes of the Sher Locke’ fool
Swine kidney saved your DNA, savin’ pigs is no fine meal for the carnivores of humanity
How now, piggy heart, can we use PIG when we’ve clogged every blue-blooded artery?

Serious as a heart attack, the coronary thrombosis comes & goes with the Earth’s spin
Revolving, orbiting, stuck in the sun’s gravitational collapse in an infinite vortex of Gin
Shots with the tonic got me over the facts of life, being out of control, I created The Toy
Of the Man above & below me, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, CLEAN, reverent boy.

Dramatic Talkie from First Cause’s walking dead, stayin’ alive in the coffin grave, Revive
Lumps of skin and bone, asleep even while wide awake, inner blind faith’s comfort dove
Peace to the ones who struggle to get over their own abuse by elders, the evil are alive
With you & with me, some guitar strings pluck the arpeggio & hit Hits, all below & above.

Original sin recollection or total ignorance of the reason for the Earth’s existence inline
Matter and the Forms, shapes of the things we have discourse about, cyber intercourse
Events are the memory of an illusionary presence & it’s momentary lapse of dreaming
In colors of the rainbow or in basic black & bright white, either way divinity’s scheming.

Creating the creation and taking no responsibility for the actions of the offspring, it’s Life
The narrow way is to act as an orphan without companions would, to be One cool knife
No back up required, self-sustaining logistics to stay alive & comfortable for the duration
Of good & bad times happening to everyone on every dried-up continent, I’m mortal sin.

You cannot pay a fine high enough to pay divine transgressions, you’ve been conceived
Intelligent life can’t be discerned underwater or in an invisible, empty mind, yet, believed
Impossible that a contradiction can be a Truth, back-to-back holes-in-one don’t happen
17 million to one, a highly impossible shot in the dark to a divine microdot, a lion’s den.

Heavenly bodies more than the human females’ 207 bones born, being cosmic void scat
The barrier to the Space between all things in the galaxy is invisible, you still collapse it
Freedom ready for Will to Power trending expansion, annihilation, obliteration God spat
Jealousy of my jelly beans, make ‘em Joe, I ate ‘em grampa, rotten tooth karma’s Fitbit.

Star to star, face to face, understand what’s going on in backgrounds behind your back
Biscuits with grave butter that clog the tubes of the many, I am One, the same as Black
Skin color in the dark is the identical hue and shade, only idiots lack the discretion high
Not the fault of an idiot, it’s DNA genetic inheritance, love is blind, it makes the Big Guy.

Daddy knows nothing, mommy knows most if not all that needs to be known, need to no
Just say no, it feels very good to be in control of the behavior you’re responsible for, bro
Sisters too, you’re not left out of the obligation to be responsible for your actions, oh girl
I’d be in trouble regardless of proverbial “End Times”, I think, ergo I’m God’s whole whirl.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March XXIInd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Uplinked from the @TrumpTowerPenthouse & @500ItalianFreemasons & drafted from #Hades’ link @ https://youtu.be/9FSJKmEUZfI?si=gfmtc9L24wGy6LSK }

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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

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