"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT !" -- @DonaldJTrump #ItsJustImpossible @PerryComo

GODS’ CIELO A LA a fly on the wall in HADES

Freaks came all out in the day and went to sleep at night, with a bogymen

Function of the Calculus & pie in a red sky, as cracked up to be, a clear skin

Looking down upon a dirty, filthy Earth from 8 miles high, every Man is gone

Literally no one form can be seen once you’re high enough, downhills’ fun.

Your mother-in-law died at childbirth, hence your lover’s aborted, gone forever

No finding miserable, dead mothers in the Earth, buried or cold, scattered ash

Mental cases of psychological failure to adapt to the common ground of powers

Bring home run-aways to folks who vainly attempted to apply discipline flowers.

Proof of the backlash that smarty-pants can’t carry the day of the fools in paradise

Extinction is the only option, of the notions that #Woke is less than a choke, all lies

But and just because you are above the fray, this has no effect on your affection sins

Love the knowledge of good & the evil, love the intercourse’s creation orgasm jinn.

Three wishes should take care of every want and need in the genome of Cro-Magnon

It has no preference, it’s not human, as we are all too human, humanity of frolic & fun

In the Ends of the Void or Origins of the Singularity Black Hole, God will skip the class

You may not have known where the door is inside your mind’s eye, sweet piece of ass!

Hurting yourself and hurting any other living thing on Earth is a karma offensive soiree

Find your honey spot where you’d least expect it, always in your blind spot, I can’t see

Last resort of the viral bacterial infections of the form of beings that appear so paused

Baby zygotes morphed into rigor mortis corpses that turn into the scat they’ve caused!

Purple blues, shredded the axes and beat the tom-toms until Cinderella turned royal

Prince in the purple, same old human skin & bones, half-life a century to give or take it

Mother’s womb to grandfather’s tomb, weeping tears, gnashing teeth, God’s blue ball

Mush mash morphed into hash, fired up, smoked bowl hookah, it’s vanished, I’m all…

Time tells the whole story but the future must first turn present to become the Past

Uncommon as a mutant, recombinant recessive gene has entered the food chain

For better or worse there comes a time when the Far Side is more funny than grits

It’s all hee-haw & major guffawing at the punch line’s twisted absurdity, nice teats.

Dream of flows from tragedy or comedy IRL & there’s no use for another tune to sing

Come here today and leave here tomorrow, it happens both here & there, I say shoot

What do you say? What do you think or maybe you don’t think at all, therefore caput

Funk of the cosmos is what the atoms’ essence codes, the God, the gods or Nothing.

I sipped my glass of wine slowly, it was my last drink before my final night in paradise

Ancestors came & went & I am following the suit, trump me if you’ve trump, got aces

Pairs up two by two until only mavericks are leftover, find all the lost package traces

Supply the proof of the final disposition of the cosmos, it’s blind faith in rollin’ dice.

Compare your soul to the emptiness you recall before your conception in mothers

If you cannot remember, read all about it in the library full of bound, paper fathers

Minny & mighty mice having a nervous breakdown due to a cheese shortage, sisters

Gimme back my bullets, gunpowder is a Chinese concoction, we’re all One brothers.

Picked cherries, spit out all pits, Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake due to warrior hits

On the other hand, I will not be taken naked, in shackles over my dead body, bull S#its

Gods built the dams through the all too human hands that found H2O is Life itself, US

From the empty vacuum of Origin, an almighty First Cause disappeared, left on a bus.

I secured the border of Home, the barrier fence surrounds my compound, alarms set

The pain and suffering has infiltrated every face on every head on Earth, elder to infant

Concentrate, what’s your next step, don’t move until you have a plan, don’t waste debt

Use Time efficiently, for survival or extinction of the species, kill the creep that crept.

Who has the power to control Time & Space, nobody you know, no one alive anywhere

Prick your ears up and put the pricks in their places, they know that they’re all in there

Before anyone drops a dime on you, comprehend the causes and find no first one at all

Hades’ hell-no but Cielo god-yes, punks are divine gold from a creator of Spring & Fall.

Apes are loose, runnin’ shows on every continent via pretenders all too human spin

Better that everyone doesn’t know the truth, in fact it’s better that nobody knows sin

United your states of illusion into a big ball of confusion to make a point crystal clear

Electric shocked the brain, LSD tripped your mind & your ass followed, killed my fear.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER Xth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted by being silent like a #BigBang, drafted this piece while jammin’ to ACDC WereAllGonnaDie on youTube link @https://youtu.be/f6cJZJnri3o?si=xJsuu9h_oyGUHn3h }

#WickedMothers #BegottenNunsSistersDaughtersMothers #ParFour #CourseMaui #DavesNotHereEither

IX – uno – UNO

Seems as if you’ve gone off of the deep end, you know It, depth of point of no return
When the mid-space you’ve carved out of Time you don’t own has collapsed to graft
Getting chit all free from Tierra del Fuego to CUNY campus hub, grifters' magneto
Knowing nothing about your mind or soul, just 208 bones humans inherit to go.

By the time I got to the stones, I began workin’ the angle to cheat the stupid MFs
Creeps you have to be near, disturbing your feng shitake noire, you’re the Fathers
Mothers could not scam fathers more easily, all sisters, daughters & wicked aunts
There’s a scam goin’ on in the racket, pretending to be One when you’re all none.

It’s survival of the Dostoevsky moron who plays the idiot, neat package gods’ fate
Who will prick up the other men’s sisters & wives, every angle of a female bum
They have their teeth and smile, all there is in the mob is the boss & the racket scum
Clip a buck here & a buck there, gain the trust, work the angle, it’s your auntie great.

Here’s your dilemma of whether you should stay or go, you have no choice, MOVE IN
What’s the angle, you want the right one, the obtuse or less than 90 to 1 degree of sin
Meaning your foolish trip from conception & birth led to my path, your fork in the road
TNT ain’t dynamite as you suspected but it will blow your bubble into the origin’s load.

We ain’t from Earth but our creators came to tell all of the grifters the code to the system
Buying the morons and idiots scam, you will turn on your friend & ghost the rest of them
Give me your wallet & #’s so I can trust you, am I mistaken or accurately calculating sums
It’s all the same in the end, the final curtain will fall for certain, no negotiation, possums.

Asleep while wide awake only means your attention has been arrested by propositions
At once logical & theoretical, no proof beyond a doubt that anything is true, #Vince man
Appreciate your position on a lifeline from zero to infinity, nobody gets outta here alive
Hope for genetic perfection, immunity to foreign viral agents and somebody to love.

Keep this too close to the vest, you know what I know & you know it all, y’all know you do
So, without further ado, let’s leave for Kokomo, way down there in Montserrat’s mystique
Catching a glimpse or two of the places in Space where it all goes down, as high as a gad fly
You all need to meet me for coffee, tea and the rest of the things you don’t care for, I’ll buy!

Leave baggage, empty on the beach, preconceived Key Largo, Aruba, Montego, Kokomo, all done
Neither yesterday nor the day before, frequency-waves & a rip tide went below gravity’s sand dunes
Before you’re ash & dust dissolves into a matrix, I want you to know it’s where I wanted you to go
Long time, short time, anytime you think about it, know you got two lips to kiss, in downlow blow.

You know epistemologically, credit devolved into deficit & you’re dead weight for nuclear waste
They cannot perfect chemistry or provide a catalyst for extinction of the species’ DNA post haste
Before the End allows natural selection to resume its ascent into the top of the food chain, has-beens
Heck & high water more love than you can hate without a dish rag or rally towel, you morons fix it.

Luck has nothing to do with being in the right place at the right time, unknown nothing relativities
To alpha & omega, your language has done you an injustice with subjective predicate spelling bees
Barroom brawls all ended as they began, broke glass cuts, outlaws won fights some fought & died
Winning was everything after all, you don’t mind running your mouth further than your legs fly, eh?

Contact high on fools below my face, five to six feet above underground, rocks rollin’ away, Hole
Left there in the bottom of the mountain of gold hill, where gods stashed pages I read, stay calm son

 If I was either on edge or at least appeared to be intensely psyched up where a man survives alone 

Like blasting off to another planet, you’ve no choice but to thrust away from the ground’s holy zero.

I won’t leave too soon & never be late, allow me to choose Liberty rather than being all too human
Retired from the good luck of poison pens which wrote words that washed away the old Peter Pan
It’s too fine, in the end, it all goes the way it should, until a Black Hole resumes the DNA transition
Into the void place where y’all want to go, down in cool Kokomo now, be a subatomic soul, son!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @222 PMPST

{ Fried some cells in the cerebral cortex, reason for rhyme, @ThePointerSisters #FIRE in a loop, youTube link @  https://youtu.be/ZBtAiwNcsiA }

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FOOLS' COMEDY, GENIUS' TRAGEDY

EVERYBODY'S GONE SURFIN' U.S.A. #JacuzziJack @WashingtonHuskies @TheBeachBoys

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

I GET AROUND

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As cool as the spit in your mouth when you’re lost in the dessert without a canteen of H2O
Sudden impact of the darkness’ starlit sky with the dessert calls of night creatures of blow
We can’t see the Truth since there seems to be none available without the fool proof cons
Pulling in the gullible to the nest of snakes, a lair of lions, either way, y’all gonna still die bro!

Divided and conquered before you knew it, let your guard down from the tight gripped trip
Solo in and out of the mix, compound is the nest’s creature in & out of the ovum’s wet slip
Lower below the uttermost echelon of the pit, it’s the one you see when you look out below
Hot or cold, in five to ten minutes, the corpus will become dillecti and you’ll pucker for blow.

Home or far away on the opposite side of the base of origin, still under One star’s galactics
Mercy in the cage when the crack stays open long enough to leak out the open gash for kicks
Liberty to lie as if the Truth mutates into it’s own contradictory, propositional logic, all mothers
Knew they’d find the trouble with making love, conception of the viral punks made by fathers.

Fear you’ll die, you’re right on the money, hence get busy & do what you got to do, no time out
It’s the game that is On, it ain’t Off until I say so, you’ll hear my last gasp, it’ll be your last doubt
That I was always the One that kept the motion in locomotion, the loco was all in my own mind
Cool or slippery when wet, hot potato, the species spits in slits, fires up mitosis of the third kind

Billing the mothers and fathers for being too lonely not to commingle DNA, can’t be all alone
Love & Hate alternate, a kiss first & then a final divorce decree, separation of a daughter’s son
Colors white to black, auditory vision in 3D for the initiation of the extinction, all too humane
Like it or not, no choices for the minions, be The Ball, dribble, shoot, score & drive me insane.

Dams of the gods, kept the gas combo of liquid close to the vest, to fish & wash the funk out me
You got some too but you can’t admit the Truth to anyone, the Word can’t get out, the gods see
Happy girls & disgruntled sons of the happy girls get together for holidays that ain’t gone south
Fried, cooked, seared, baked, heated, burnt out mind that eats all words put into the big mouth.

Guessed correctly because there was no choice, freedom or servitude are a flip of the switch
All we have can be eliminated in a heartbeat, then it’s all over, hot karma exchange for justice
No more time left for the unborn nor the dead & gone, timelessness got nothin’ on me, bitch
Stay long time, a quickie won’t do, marry your daughters to the androids who won’t take a pizz.

Fools congregated for the preachers to mend from their lives of random chaos, pretenders all
No chance for a second chance and there is all there is to it, jumpin’ for my love & yours, call
Me when I hear your voice makin’ a move on me, One star in One constellation’s psycho funk
Jump even higher than your feet could ever fly high for you, like magic you can smash a dunk.

Ready and waiting behind the curtain like the wizard that never was Oz or a wicked west witch
All the right moves in synchronicity with the essence that preceded all of the existence, beotch
Filters clear, only catchin’ the truth & a slow groove, all the lies about the nature of Love’s kicks
Slow hand at the end of two arms that realize the place in Space that evokes the stars in chicks.

Global thermonuclear exchanges & fast moves to be the king of ballistic missilery, megatonnage
You have never had anything like the thing itself but you need it to graduate into Troclom Tricks
Where in the blazes that may be is what this here & that there are all about, no more nor less
Something that never existed before the conception, dream within the dream’s infinite clicks.

Alright now then there’s a lot of karma comin’ down on my soul now at 72, I put it off for a few
Now, the chickens have come home to roost, rebels and the Yankees all know it’s all about gold
Contracts to force the deal to be square, nobody gets away with murder, all about cosmic stews
Gas within a dirigible is in a constant loop of hydrocarbons malfunctioning as if God’s got Blues.

Tricky as what no other effect has ever followed, daughter, sister & mother all wanted screws
So, I fled into the flight of the Air Force that inducted my 12 years of unmarketable scout skills
It’s a drag to have wasted that time doin’ this & that thinkin’ patches and badges of old fools
Leaders who malfunctioned & then tried to pass it on down to the minions in the mass’ Pool.

Rock in the world, all that’s left of the supernova, 7 notes of treble and bass puttin’ on the Ritz
Recall the gravitational Void will appear but nobody will know, existence will be broken into bits
What they are precedes the essence of what we are, still runnin’ around the clock, 24/7 bad sin
Know it’s gonna end, even though I love forever to be, repairing the malfunction, fix extinction.

Everybody knows, you know & I know that it’s all about the California girls Sacto to Corona town
Sitting on your fence waiting for you to mock my indecision to get down on one side or another
There’s no help on the way, there really isn’t any justice here or in the after-life, you’ll judge it
Not for me to say, que sera, whatever will be will be, future’s ours to see, it’s divinity’s gambit.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It’s a really dusty road to be on with no broom or a blower, you’ll see nothing clearly, Everclear
Inebriated ought to be aware, to survive as the most fit do, you must exude fierce power, fear
Nobody that confronts your face or back is allowed to violate a tiny mind’s eye of work today.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @1705 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uU0BOyQRjWM }

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