#FlickOfTheSwitch #ZapFlyOnTheWall #DreaminMaria #TheDayMyBallzHitTheGround #GODsag

BUST A MOVE IN C MINOR DIMINISHED

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Pray to God 7 x 7 then x 7 equals 343 every time multiplied, it’s rock-solid ad infinitum

Bring up your jacked mind to the fist of flesh and bone, it’s what you know that isn’t so

Take it to the America bank if it’s gold or valuable exchange paperless electronic debit

A prick up actresses, it’s alright behind an elevation of ignorance, mind a white rabbit.

It done died and by George, you know the rest of the story, as here we are with freedom

To move within a large territory with an ID card embedded data listing our history scam

Of, by & for the people of the states united in mis-liberalism & heroism of dead patriots

Force your will to power to subordinate it’s random direction to annihilation, play slots.

Unhindered hands & feet, animate the dead stones and filth of the corpses of fake death

Of our friends and relatives, you and I, we’re all gonna die, why cry, take a deeper breath

Then you act as if you never knew about it, don’t spread the dread to the upper echelon

Understand a Way is Your Way not everyone’s Way, as the wet dream comes, Get It On!

I held back since I was 14 years old, they told me I needed more data to conclude chit

Impatient as I’ve always been since my birth, I only had one, no need for a dog biscuit

No reincarnation now or ever for karma I’m charged with by nobody, no one but oblivion

Man, it’s done, you just haven’t become present in a PUSH, no beatin’ ‘round bush, son!

Out or in a charity function of all mobile skeletons we inhabit, immersed smoke & mirrors

Y’all eat what was alive when it’s dead in order for us to remain alive, burn death & jurors

Then there’s no argument about the veracity of the narration, even a tattletale yields gold

Reading & writing strongly after a certain human age will execute the longevity RNA mold.

Present in the Presence of the Mind, subject & object predication in a datalink, it’s @Grok

Fear of the old world keeps the new world intact, commandments of do’s & don’ts crock

Last gasp of the gas we’re allotted in the only form that keeps us thriving, like ants on a hill

After a final reward for becoming One from two separate Ones, caput, blue in a black hole.

No charm in the ashes & fragments, neither in the embalmed, gutless corpse, due respect

Don’t shoot the messenger & believe that a Truth is false, yield Truth from the Truth, all of it

Bloodlines counted inside & outside of this tower of power, make impossibility occur in chit

Then do it again & again, in the morning, afternoon, evening & especially deep midnight sex.

Sweet Jesus was a baby, legend has it, a child born only of God, not Mankind, effect aliens

Come with me before your conception, before the Big Bang, before Being, preconceptions

God is trying to get your attention, you’re ignoring the signs, the roaches & rats under feet

Now or later, they’ll wait until the time to get on the inside, in the darkness’ cool concrete.

Woke that day, afterward I couldn’t lose my consciousness any longer, I sleep wide-awake

Thoughts produced in the state of being at one are infallible as the Pope of the Christhood

In and Out, in a New York minute, there’s no deals to make any Art out of, my Art is my cake

So, sun goes down, the world turns, I skip the night asleep, get woke at 5 sharp on the lake.

Life is that way now after the struggle kept me occupied aged 19-70, coincidence 1970 free

Into and out of the battles in the war I never entered, facilitated with success, medals to be

Alive for another fifty years after that service occurrence of mating, begetting & sunsetting

Sinking down with the sun, down the wormhole, messenger, ready to die for GD Nothing.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August X^th, MMXXV  Anno Domini @909 AMPST

{ Jammed this out of a tight arse while jammin’ to @KennyChesney & @uncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=qabKyyfZ124Gh4_B }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

PETE ROSE CHARLIE HUSTLE #LetHimIn #BETSaMillionDollarsOnRose #Nonsense #IfIHadAMillionDollars

UNCONDITIONAL CONJOBS

The end of the story begins with actors absent from action, drop-out beatniks

For the love of ease that parents required, kids kicked out at 17 + or – for clicks

Cell phones, i-phones, android phones, laptops, tablets, you’re all beatin’ a drum

Trippin’ on dozens of scenarios and conspiracy theories to solve the conundrum.

Matter & energy are two mental constructs out of synch, nothing more than zero

Of microbes onto the major animated mortals, all were One, related by a big bang

In the finale is embedded an epilogue to remark from an unconditional anti-hero

Mind is clear, enhanced by caffeine & CBD, watched the world spin as you rang.

Embedded RNA has no regard for good or evil, it’s a natural selection for inner life

Keep the Truth close to your vest, nobody gets out of living & hence remains alive

Dead as a doornail, mind torn by a jagged sky due to the brain chemistry soul hole

Innocent & fairly imbecilic activity I’ve metabolized, all to make a model on a roll.

Fair or unpleasantly bias to the point that you just want to disown the species as is

Don’t even think about the robberies & murders of the most unfortunate citizens

Honesty is such a lonely word because it hurts to lie, hurts the heart, a deep blow

Disengage the culture’s hold on me & you this way, ready, get set & go, nuke glow.

Tricks are on you not on the perpetrator of said deceptional scenarios of dreams

Become the receiver of the holy grail, open #MAGA innocent magician schemes

Nerves are the cause of nervousness, I knew, I attributed it all to Beelzebub’s den

Like it or not, Truth is Wisdom’s knowledge, a kind of peculiar music drones on.

Bins full of rancid air left over from the exhaling, naked apes with flags of liberty

Skeletons of Davey Jones above ground, all good through Life & millennial exegesis

Stretching the extremities and contracting the species for saving the universe’s ass

It’s either expanding or collapsing without the Will of naked apes & a holy trinity.

Mere mortals and the finite other atomic miracles of the Big Bang will not emerge

From the battle of the wavelengths & frequencies both high & low, God’s dip-dirge

Fear you’ll not see the light of day nor the darkness of twilight zones, it is as is too

It’s all supposed to be air, land & sea, as is, Earth host of sapiens’ lapis lazuli blue.

Pieces of recollections all scattered throughout Matter in the skull, magic spells

Conjured by the unembodied spirits imagined to be everywhere above & below

Us & them, it’s been that way since the family elders formed the innocents’ flow

Hurting the pleasure center to run out of the power to animate atoms rung bells.

Bills without justification won’t be paid, show me proof, I’ll show you the money

Pray, chant, hope there’s a power above humanity to serve Justice to the Many

Rock and roll the thing around the ellipse as long as the inner spirit doesn’t lapse

Trippin’ at the party, LSD was in the bowl of punch, I drank 3 cups, signified raps.

For whom we allow the benefit of Science & Mythology, bona fortuna en masse

Most won’t ever know, almost everybody can’t handle the Truth, I get a day pass

Nightmares last forever until the ending path results in going back to begin again

Like Sisyphus goin’ up & down a mountain in perpetuity, you’ll do in acute pain.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August 4th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #RealLove by @TheBeatles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yrY6rybBQTU?si=dbm6AmX54JLPD_0Z }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AfraidItsAllBeenWastedTIME #AutumnLeavesFall

ROLLIN’ SEVENS FOR LOVE & HOLY SPITE, IT IS DONE

There’s a duel in progress with a new kid in town, he’s just dropped in today to Parlez-vous 
Everybody loves a holy don Juan, hopeless romantic except the ex-mates all in checkmate 
Pioneers and their descendants who fall into the black hole live in the all new millennium 
Trade for the best player on the blockchain of the matrix, winning is everything, a lump sum. 

Pouring nuts out the shells once they’ve been heated to 200 degrees above subzero temps 
Liquid RNA & DNA of the branches, roots and truckloads of scat that fell off the back of trucks 
Not bad for the ones who didn’t invest their gold in the cargo, but the gold must be recovered 
Coming or going in one way or another can be the downfall of the perps, predictable phuqs. 

I don’t mean to cast aspersions but as long as I’ve broken the ice, I’ve got more on the way 
Subjects and predicates from the annals I’ve recalled and the subsequent application display 
On my iPhone or my Android, maybe my tablet or my PC, in every case, I predict it’s all OK 
Respond with the Enter key if there’s any chance you can, only you & I will know our D-day. 

Marked words in command or not, there is only one way to get to the stars, that’s to die high 
Or low but steady as you us grok to finish the dangling modifiers leftover by the dead doggies 
Neighbors of mine were the owners of the canine crews down by seven bridge’s pie in the sky 
Played the chords & both treble and bass produced the exit strategy to refrain from the boggy. 

Blind faith all 24/7 of every week in every month, every year, every decade of mama’s placenta 
Some animals eat a leftover sack of loving feed in a bag, some let nurse annihilate it’s DNA/RNA 
Hits and misses on the money when the bull’s eye gets the points of the dart works, thoughts? 
Nobody cares about the game, rules be damned, you wanna bet me that I’ll win the hustle too? 

Film at eleven just like the news at five, it all comes back around and around until the road ends 
Dead end or invisible portal into another twilight zone just like this one was, step by step ascent 
Fire above and ice below the thing itself, such as it is, all words mock the looks of future friends 
Accidents ahead and behind your bloody mask, spell desperado & you’ve got all that God sent.

Beats I’ve walked back as a volunteer champion of protection of innocent and frail folks 
All in all, the free pain and the hunger are all worth the effort to feel the Good & evil live 
Brooms for the sweep, lasers for the disintegration, presence in practice’s pepsin-cokes 
Only you know & I know not only the Truth but also the pretend scenario about the origin. 

I rode barbwire fences, ready to roll, like right now, I did not mean to hurt y’all, yet that I did 
Desperate desperado, I am what I am, always was before I knew you, I’ll bet the goat’s a kid 
Cops and robbers, good cop, bad cop, thief in a dyslexic meltdown of the rocks & the stones 
Haymakers droppin’ like raindrops in a storm, fighting & winning, swallowin’ some corn pone. 

Fixed the Hotshots to rig the game in my favor, straight shooter can’t lose to the crooked eyed 
Complicated when you put a drink in my hand, targets get to be drifting to and fro, Jack’d up 
I’ll get a bead on it though, give me another drink first, steady’s my hand, my eye blinkin’ tie 
Fooled my own self, both the joker and the fool hard for a man to do, superman got too high. 

Thrown down with the other dogs who spell god backwards, incomprehensible as hot ice 
Melted and evaporated outside or dehydrated inside, cons are the pros who eat long rice 
Meltdowns in the reactors allow the bulletproof mud to disintegrate like kryptonite light 
Bled out and dead without turning black and blue, hero or traitor in a smash-soul fist fight. 

Jack Daniels all gone now, empty bottle black label, #49 & down to the river with my bones 
Chattanooga or up-country Georgetown, Tennessee to California, it’s Gold in the hills’ stones 
Don’t shine in rock form, yellow shine, need an ice cold beer, something about a truck & kiss 
Gonna make the ring that she’ll wear while we mate & propagate to the middle finger hiss. 

Mentioned the birds and the bees, as a natural element of being alive & needing ecstasy 
In song or just a thought that counts it’s the Truth, my ice needs more Jack whiskey, Missy 
Sweet dreams begin tonight, we’ll be knockin’ reboots, me & you because we have to, too 
Weekends just the one Saturday night, fun and sweet feelings, last call for home, woohoo!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, July VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 
{ Jammed jammin’ to #TATTOOS @MontgomeryGengtry in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T37UqfkmuY8?si=CMoGf_kZFL4-sQls & #TennesseeWhiskey @ChrisStapleton link @
https://youtube.com/shorts/qL8SbgWxtb4?si=PXVx_pnjRVwnqi2f }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sippin' whiskey out the bottle & playin' Sweet Home "Bama all summer long! #LetsGO @KidRock

TIMING IS EVERYTHING

{ outstretched hands’ LAY-UP, G.O.A.T. STATUS}

Just as high as a kite flight on a windy day in The Windy City at Riis Park, flyin’ off a high dive

All or nothing is worse than dying after flying without wings, crushed bones and all that jive

Married a spell, to the beauty of being near a magnetic attraction that can’t release me to sky

I know it now, what I’d be without her, if she ever left me, life would go on down in hell’s lie.

Been where it’s all at, where’s it’s happening, where all the folks were hip and without flaw

In the in-crowd or at least rub their funny-bone elbows & move on to the ghetto of McGraw

Where I went from a lake to an ocean, from frozen tundra winter to tropical estuaries’ sin

Paradise moved me, it won’t move anyone else since everyone thinks this is all there is in.

Mind and body above and below the planetary dirt, burnt out cinders of a dead star we are

Silk thread from only God knows what poor plant or animal is woven into the robes of Pierre

Or Josie, if you will, anybody on Earth that’s naked from day one’s birthday, onto mortal rigor

Bums just gave up on the strife, seeing ahead of the present into the repeating time ala past

All winter through the Fall, slippin’ around an ellipse & surviving the wobble and full tilt’s skip

Makin’ the empty leap year every four years in payment for a natural frisbee flying double flip

Your deaf ears listen but only the deaf animals can hear the vibrato, irrepeatable trippin’ head

Ultraviolet lit to infrared and in between you see what you can never get out of, alive or dead.

Happiness may be peace of mind or a ham sandwich, eagles on down to the roaches and rats

Search brings every single, empty black hole everywhere in the Cosmos, suckin’ bloody bats

Empty of everything full of Nothing, open heart and mind ready or not, you all got to go now

No other way to go, forward or backward, either way the final target cannot be missed, so?

Still tried and pretended to care about the nature of the beasts and the things ahistorical & all

Knowing this and that without withholding a thing, wisdom’s essence, empty & dead air’s ball

Dad and mom, here and then we’re already all gone, you tried it, now then, it’s a victory song

Drilling way down deep into the surrounding left-over Big Bang dust, 6 feet under ain’t wrong!

Pours herself a neat and strong one after she reads up to here, it’s not gonna be much longer

Ending is happy, there’s no need to fret, it’ll all come out fine I the end, kids & pension swag

Up and coming down the scale, back to the lower baritone and back up to the alto soprano

You know you’ve got what it takes, it’s all our holy grail, don’t spill the beans you scallywag.

There’s no reason to the rhyme, yet the words of the plethora mock the Truth, a prose essay

Nothing to fear on Earth or anywhere else in the world of galaxies, cosmic dust of the weeds

Call them hayseeds from another world or just mutations of the original garden of Eve’s Eden

Adam had no sense of fearing the unknown, comfortable with a Void being all that there is.

Driving the team of horses in front of the stagecoach, pulling people on wooden wheel hubs

Life spent in a foreign land or the same city woods your kinfolk spawned from hot arse tubs

Dick and Jane swore to gods that comprehending language was all you needed to make it up

To the tip-top of the pile, better than competition, like cream y’all rise to the top trick’s cup.

Whiskey and gin in the jiggers, wastin’ my time wastin’ the fired-up pine, tomorrow arrives

As if yesterday fell off the Earth, unrecollected nonsense conjuring up epic Bulls#it bee hives

Losers get killed and some live until they’re nothing but broken & whacked honey, no jokes

Who cares about the facts of , forget about it, let God categorize the subjects of superman.

I got the kryptonite harmonized with my DNA, but now I can’t fly up and away, I’ve no lift

I need more power, access to the infinite plethora, storage place of all gas’ origins to rift

Continuation of the significance of seeing forms and the material diamonds and fool’s gold

As if you don’t remember, it’s your father’s call that you succeeded or not, man, I’m old.

Runnin’ out of the sweet nothings to whisper right through from ear to ear, down the road

Twist a few for the trip on the way, enjoy the forms and colors, formation and dissolution

Nothing lasts forever, enjoy the hops, skips and riffs on the way to the end of daylight, son

On the lam, runnin’ the dozens under a blanket’s deep cover, egad, joke’s on l’il ol’ me One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 hours

{ Dropped a dime on this gem while jammin’ to @BennyGoodman & his orchestra on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1xhzh2Qe7OQ?si=CbZUG5tRy0nICMYA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?