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ANECDOTAL TIGHT TIME-SPACE, CHARTREUSE & STRAWBERRY Wine

Cocks crow without regard for the sad days & nights, we’re skating on God’s thin ice

Steppin’ out on board hard rock stones & pebbles, Doctor Karl Marx was NOT nice
Any old man that’s unhealthy in the body, toe to brain scalp, will attempt extinction
By 2025 until 2525 Anno Domini, you will disappear into thin air, drink a lot of gin.

 

Inebriated you’ll be able to handle the theft of your liberty, you forgot you had fans
Together in the set of all monkeys in the barrel we can hold the cold, dead hands
Anybody knows how true the false prophets’ wisdom is, it’s Easter Sunday conjob
That a human can be alive since conception, die with a cold, dead heart to throb.

Lies ala mouth to mouth respiration to words of false prophets & mothers of gods
Spirits locked in a bottle with the genie who awaits the first of seven straight shots
This is not that, it’s more than this too, so this & that won’t take care of some stuff
Like your brain’s functional free will’s monkey-shines that reflect a goat in a gruff.

Evil spelled in reverse is Live which is no mere coincidence, it’s Divine Will fixed
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune & all up there in Uranus
Features of the Big Bang’s solar system in a myriad of galaxies full of intrigues
Mysteries of speculative analysis have downloaded the data of idiotic obliques.

Apes became naked & frozen as ice until the killers covered their hooves nails
Foot and hand to mouth, it’s the way that’s narrow & dark, all except one fails
You know who it is, we all know who it is, pumping your fuel into your gas tank
Simple as Sad Sack, son, simple-minded & down from the high horse’s shank.

Bring your mother to the fight, throw your sister & daughter under a hot dog bus
Oscar Meyer or a home-made sausage compress, but anyway, it’s all about us
Holy smokes you can change the economic presentation of socialist love of fear
Bring a knife to a gunfight & you better be a ninja & whack your own ass in gear.

Sorting through the atoms in the categories, nothing is more or less, all of it
Nothing below or above the catastrophic perspective, extinction galactic chit
Can’t reproduce a species that triggers mass extinction moronic idiots of gods
Every single divine entity has nothing to do with our lives, only you & I know it.

Eliminate your mother and father from your origin and you do not exist here now
Wake up and don’t be #Woke with your eyes wide open, make it be so, low blow
Sort of the categories of substance by all Henny Penny folks, Chicken Little kids
In or out through a portal you can’t find, explaining the life of hobos on the skids.

Finally remember why I agreed to the conception deception, it’s I’m sorry game
Powerballs hangin’ low like a ripened fruit, ready for the win & ticket to the fame
Stupid idiot understands where all prey has hidden diamonds & gold, unmanned
Smart & evolved due to adaption to conflict resolution of footsteps in white sand.

A lot of water on this planet which is good because others have zip but dry bones
Buried as if it means anything other than false hope for the impossible dream sons
Coming from an imprint of an original father of us all, cosmic anomaly on i-phones
Without the charge of bovine scatology being disseminated through insemination.

Criminals are indistinguishable from your close associates and extended family
Of aunts, uncles, cousins, great grandparents, parents & siblings in land of free
Humanity being both above and below the Origin of Species becomes extinction
The media is complicit in allowing no negative impact reporting on POTUS sin.

Fins up means that you’ve kissed in the @JimmyBuffett club of drinkin’ Jack & 7
Honor for the dishonorable, always a mortal sin & maybe your soul is forgiven
Simpleton monument to the inverse induction of periods and quarters of games
Portions of BBQ’d T-bone steak you cut to bite-size you can toss to the dames.

Hiccup in my deep throat where I hide the top secrets of the realm, my command
Fixed your brothers and sisters up with their mothers’ heads on silver platters and
But the problem is, all the boys and girls want all of the joy in the world’s mortal sin
War and battles for the upper hands will actually suffice as the trigger for extinction.

Boring as the ultimate ennui, it’s the shake of the chills you get when nerves tweak
You can make it happen or it can be caused by the strangers who invoke a squeak
Harmony for a moment, then it’s back to the origin, chaos’ atomic fission in a bomb
Sunday to Saturday, every week ad infinitum, Time rolls on, minute by minute’s aum.

Hills climbed; mountains conquered to get what’s up near the top of the river’s head
It’s been said that there’s only one thing left to do before we die, get on your knees
Prayer won’t do any good at all except give you a solid illusion that it makes bread
Donations for the charity creating orphans & destitute soldiers that school the dead.

I cared for a lot of the breaths I’ve taken, in and out ad infinitum, it makes all oxygen
Move to the heart and soul through the lungs and circulating blood of a Hebrew jinn
Makes sense that you fished for the understanding you’ve gleaned out the Cosmos
Time and Space collapse right now, Singularity stretched your mass, crush it Hose!

Shadows all need a light, I’m smokin’ until I get the illusion full of the fake fight in 1982
Santa Barbara on @DoobieBrothers opening from the get-go it’s just Matter & the blue
Flame on to keep light in the darkness fired up, a torch for your freakin’ dime rhymes
Took it to back streets, blew horns, beat drums, strummed all three axes’ iced sickles.

Perfection be underestimated by guys & girls who live to rock Blues’ A-Train herds
Fabulous and fantastic beyond expectations where gods can’t die of heart attacks
Born to be wild and monkeyed around until I learned to raise Cain, lie to Abel & Eve
Just another Adam in paradise, ma & pa left me to rock alone, yo Theresa & Steve!

 
by 

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, March XXXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST 

 
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FLASHBACK RUMBA

A KARMA PAYBACK

Oak tree didn’t get my attention even though it was in my way, I lost the direct hitter plunge
Into the frozen cold death that no human deserved while alive on Earth, no karma that evil
Living & dead spirits of the most evil beings ever created by the divine light of a holy godson
Next step beyond the baby steps should be into the Twilight Zone of Zazen’s 1st dimension.

Facing the backward way of paying no attention to the reality of everyone on a planetary tie
To the Immortal, Universal, Thing Itself, so to speak, power that Be without a hint of doubt
Tree of knowledge with some carnal information about an orgasm within a fertile egg hole
Needing to represent Categories of powerful knowledge, of Good & Evil, bad boys let’s roll.

Pioneer for the first dawn of the dream as a Will To Power meaning to make wish come true
Not only for me & you but for every planet in this solar system of a planetary electron bi-law
Like butter spread thin as celluloid film upon the silver screen of the backhanded southpaw
Such as, so forth plus in addition to a plethora of wise comments, silent sips of a cold brew.

Common enough to keep your arse in high gear getting out of town on a high horse & saddle
Feet locked in the stirrups with spurs strapped on my boots, giddy up for one last full-gallop
Parallel with a stagecoach’s six-horse team of geldings, darker than a hot pink, 9mm G lock
Dirty with dry mud from the foothills caked over warriors’ torsos & extremities on the block.

Bring your treasure to trade for the valued wisdom and knowledge you’ve got hidden within
Momentary lapsed Reason failed at logical inductions & deductions, mortal conclusive sin
Known that Earth & Existence of Life result from one First Cause, accidental collision of gas
Park & Strike, caboose & locomotive forever frozen, a dead locomotion, I’ve been dead last.

Need big King Kong to clear the river-way of debris, been hooked on computer chip cookies
Momentum of tons of matter cannot be stopped by oil, nuclear or electrical battery power
What it means to be dead you can only imagine, like sleeping soundly & waking up no more
So, in the end, as it has been since the Big Bang & resulting expansion & annihilation score.

Singularity as a series of photons, neutrons, electrons, protons & neutrinos in flux, the shyt
I can’t be as old fashioned as you think I am but you know, now that I think about it, hot rods
Old fashioned I am, nitro-fire, eight pistons in the 383 cc’s bored out to a 407+, so it’s a drag
Your blood and your ebony arms and legs carry no weight to carry me up the wall, have a fit.

Funky Broadway I’ve gone up & down the thoroughfare with and without you, on or off base
Kids that used to run hallways of schools now run halls of congress & judges of us to be too
Herd follows the head of the cattle drive, two or four legged complete the mission of movin’
Farther away from refused intake that can’t bury low enough, sinkers below dead signaling.

Kidding nobody but myself when I pretend the sights & sounds are gonna be happy for good
Getting in good shape for hot battles ahead that I will not begin but will end with gusto food
Hurry to get from place to place in Space before you get too old & immobile, so go die high
Drinking and forcing the spirits to come out of the holy souls locked into the skin’s bone dry.

Arrows shot from my bow just like Cupid should do, but went on vacation, playin’ concerts
Party at the oil slick, serve up the gumbo like there’s no tomorrow, girls off with the T-shirts
Mississippi thick good for me & for you, all officers out of their quarters, squeeze boxes on
Head bobbin’ and toe tappin’ while the hips be shakin’ the tang, all your heart ain’t handling.

As far as I can recall, many kisses & tears from my face touched the things out of my world
Nevermore to return back to the present, being the forgone past that will never be a future
Disappears as soon as it comes out of the darkness, unknown, unnamed, unforeseen Star
Vision and wavelengths of color produced through the atmospheric lens, Real thing is afar.

Burning Hydrogen makin’ it warm for sunshine’s tanning and seed sprouting on land & sea
Perfect punks common to the herd of homo sapiens, evolved from special creation’s DNA
No record, written or spoken of this original reason for being alive on Earth, guess work god
We believe that we’re thinking, therefore we believe that we exist without dyin’ in a hot rod.

Sorry to say, it’s about time that we fly without the wings we never received during creation
Apologize for the faithfully departed who have Hell to pay but there’s only one way to go, Up
High as a tower of Babel, it’ll be built before it’s all over, humanity is all too human, #fins-up!
Spread your wings & fly, parrots rule the roost, colorblind of red, yellow, green and blue Gin.

I’m workin’ out the details, the last ones I’ll have to flesh out, the pall bearers sink me down
Into the deepness, land, sea or Outerspace out of this World, sure the energy matters sewn
It’s wavelengths and frequencies enmeshed into the matrix of melodies and rhapsody ties
Don’t mock me for trippin’ on the dream that takes on the word ‘reality’ while drunk on flies.

Fine & dandy, thousands of results of parental guidance & riddance of the baggage U-Haul
Simply complex as getting to know who the phuq you are, why you’re here this Time, Oh My
It’s maybe neither here nor there but if and only if it is here & now, I’ll bite the bait’s hook fly
Split the honey pot & divide the treasure in equal shares, leave me out, gold ore rockin’ y’all.

Your mind and your body are one and the same thing, mind being a word synonymous with
Nothing at all, mind doesn’t exist without the body, although reversal of that is a sorry St}ith
Hummingbirds’ wings give it the name of the thing itself, form-thing is it’s audio expression
Express yourself by drinkin’ cups of espresso, bone dry or wet, it’s all good to go, mortal sin.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March 29, 2024, A.D. @ 911 AMPST

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