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HOLY GHOSTS

 REOPEN THE ‘X’ FILES

Once you lie six feet under the ground, you’ll accept the uncertainty principle fire

There will be no alternative deduction, a final conclusion is sacrosanct on a pyre

Hard to hold & harder to handle the free will of any other beast than one within

Nights merely the side of Earth without direct sunlight, no sunshine for the sin.

Knowing you don’t want to sink down below the surface where the H2O rules air

Even if you don’t know, you’d find out pretty danm quick Ms. mam and dear sir

No disrespect to your parents, hence none to you either, take nothing personally

Words mean what they mean, they ain’t a neutron bomb or turn coated Axis ally.

Utter cessation of all friction, gravitational collapse into the Singularity nowhere

Now you’ve grasped the existential contraption created by random matter mixes

At least there’s a rhythm and rhyme to the reason why you find out who you love

She or he may be known now or later, remote possibility the forgotten, as above.

I loved the one I was with and until they proved they didn’t return the favor, OMG

Good and Evil did what it always has done & will always do, love in the 9th degree

Leads to questions about vague intentions & scat for the mutual retrograde hot tip

Interpret the facts of life fathers & mothers forgot to tell us all about, lollipop ship.

From one spin of Earth to the next, some get less or more than 365 every year rig

Common animals appear and disappear in Time and Space as all archeologists dig

Outta this hot atmosphere of the here and now, far and away, a ghost rises to a Void

Ladies around when the sun’s sinkin’ low, need hot backup protection to sleep, boy!

Downstream from where I used to be on the way out to a deep blue sea, in ash formin’

Yep, that’s right, they fried my skin & bones organic matter, now my mind’s on fishin’

Oh, I imagined I was trippin’ and the water was over my head, I got tired of swimmin’

Nearly gave up but my uncle saved me since he almost drowned me at the beginnin’.

Dilly dally around if you have that much time on your hands, I have no time to lose

Each moment I take a breath into my lungs, I know I belong, but I won’t be here long

Reason & Logic provided the access to the occult knowledge sunk in Davy Jones’ locker

As it turns out, here & now, there & then past & future are in this slow-motion picture.

I had some groovy long hair back in the day, dark & wavy sittin’ around with no chit, son

Just had to wake up, wipe the sleep from my eyes, then things changed in a minute in ‘71

Radio transistor is the only thing that kept me in sync to find my #Happy, all y’all know

Blown glass while it’s melted liquid-solid-smoke, make containerized happiness in flow.

Skimming rocks on the pond now, the flat ones work best, I can bounce balls & checks

From one pole to another, north to south & vice versa including revolution & solar sex

Who boos when they’re exposed naked to the world, in front of every kind of bird’s prey

Above as below, the joke is on the gods & their descended creation, woke loser of today.

Grim jokes and self-deprecating humor fills my head with mirth of cherry, wild myths

So, China to Podunk, Iowa all time state of being happy, sad or as dead as the holy Stiths

If conditions allow, smoke and fire will settle the sparks that want to be free in a bubble

My strings on my axe rule the night before I’m through, E’ to ‘E’ riffs’ @DoubleTrouble.

Why flood Texas when the Gulf of America is low enough to contain one septic high IQ

Crimson blues turn deep purple as a microdot underscore, arrested attention abhorred

Trippin’ heavy like Timothy Leary, professor of the acid trip, caused a scramble of doom

Annals of history, descendants will recall it all, we were the sharpest knives in the room.

D students thrived as C minus students appeared to be geniuses & above a common law

Look around the room, work the room as if you were one of them, beg for bread & crawl

Around the corners and alleys where nobody wants to be, that’s the My Place arpeggio

In Space, you get what you deserve through karmic application, so above it’s as below.

Listen to the silent wave of neutrons pass through your auditory canal, sounds switch

From buzz to high pitch screech like fingernails scratching a black board, hit this pitch

Faster curve balls goin’ past the batter into the strike zone, catcher & ump amazed too

One second after the hardball is hurled, it’s caught behind the plate turned to sky blue.

Used to be a white plate nobody could see, morphed form to a 5-sided, pentagram home

Strike or not, it’s a ball over the plate or inside the outside of the zone, so, when in Rome

Knows it all and that intrinsic wisdom is native to the divinity, invisible, outer Space trip

Letting the things alive on Earth be alone in the middle of nowhere’s void, ship in a slip.

Trustworthy and brave as a hero ought to be, selfless & sacrificially yours for the Time

Being here and now is one thing, being then and there is another thing, that’s two things

To be or not to be, will be the only being that needs clarification, why live & die for this?

Bums & junkies are down on luck but also paying karmic debt, they know God’s pissed.

Inner turmoil blows up the host, the whole shebang goes subatomic in essence, quarked

Proton & Neutron, positive or neutral, absorbing Electron of Hydrogen, double parked

Squirming inside the nucleus, circling the center’s empty soul, explosion rippled dream

Wake up woke, wake up ½ asleep or wake up & smell the coffee, it’s hot & black steam.

Pushed it to the limit, exit stage right, there’ll be a finale & at least one supercool encore

It puts the play-movie in sync with the presence of actions, faux apocalyptic significance

Dreaming in the dream, can’t wake up or realize that the dream is temporary not forever

Then & only then, if & only if you get there, you will know why you became a conqueror.

No choice from the DNA, to do what is impossible to be done is the whole purpose of it

FAAFO some say with full confidence that the FA will cease before the day’s end, no spit

Regurgitate the prolegomena of the future metaphysics without knowing anything at all

It’s a clusterphuq of quality & quantity, it’s all there is of heaven & Earth, Let us all bawl!

High probability and low possibility that we all will be alive after our cadaver descends

Deep into silent lore of Life that came out of nowhere but sunshine blown atomic RNA

Tell your baby girls and baby boys about this epic stand-down between Man & the gods

Named for the many but not the One, Live is Evil spelled backward, Tomorrow is Today.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #NeverDie @POTUSTrump @ https://youtu.be/NgntvfcnaGw?si=eVQvoHHkPakBG31N & @SMO #BossOfTheStix on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UNSt0u4uq6o?si=WJ5OlCgWRaFWzJAI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GILGAMESH #JailBreak #Inkydo

THE PHILOSOPHER STONER

who CANT BUST A CHESS MOVE

  { get your own line & pole )

To know more about the Truth as the philosophers knew it back in the day

Trust in the process of induction & deduction to arrive at the chit people say

So you know you’ll be in a state of disbelief when you discover the deception

Not only you but also everyone you tell about the Light will know mortal sin.

Only the One who is immortal and undiscoverable lives beyond Earth’s wobble

Intelligent as you & yours may be, there is Reality you’ll never know post bubble

Atmospheric collapse then oxygen escapes the stratosphere to a Void’s Space kill

Any man or woman who recalls this gravity zero & returned to the roadkill chills.

Charged positive and negative ions between neutrons of electronic excitement OG

Hair or absolutely aquatically scaled determines where you’ve descended in a city

By a great lake or coastal ocean surf, even streams & rivers movin’ north or south

By the time you figure out your place & destiny, it’s the last thing out your mouth.

Not to be morbid but to make a salient point, I have a narrow path to follow up on

Nobody is ahead of me & nobody can follow behind my all disappearing rear end

Hearing words interpreted exactly as meant by the statements’ conclusions’ scar

Way of the Truth is the opposite of Fabrication, what I am is what I am, as you are.

By the time you check the rate of the Earth’s rotation, Time runs out hour glasses

Bringing your best possible form of survival skills to a scrum, get ready, no passes

Put your mothers and fathers in their pauper-graves, pile the granite carving high

With cross, star, in a sarcophagus or -0 degree morgue, ain’t nobody gets a #Bye.

You’re not getting out alive with the morons who’ll return to their original sins too

In a garden of Eden without labor-childbearing, a tree of Good produced Evil true

Keep the message clear & the danger present, we’re all gonna die & turn corpse

Don’t be harsh to a messenger with firearms, Silence is golden so get the lead out.

Thinking of the manners you’ve gleaned from your teachers, good & bad turn ugly

It’s a nature of Evil turned backward into Live as a word, Nothing like bein’ boned

To defend your heart & soul against the offensive, immoral bones in bad humanity

Eyes wide open, ears hear hypersonically, unmoved soul place, kryptonite stoned.

Bore me until ennui sets in for perpetuity and reincarnate beings, all saints to be

No way to be certain, the principle of uncertainty requires a leap of blinded faith

All done now & will always be the way it’s always been, like That’s the Way it all is

Encyclopedia from A to Z in an occult library of Freemasons & Essenes, slo gin fizz.

In a nutshell, the code grows in the ash of the Big Bang, it’s all fabricated to pilots

Astronauts and cosmonauts who escape the gravity realize we Need Mother Earth

There is nothing near & everything is too far to get to while alive, it’s post mortem

Blind faith, breathe in and out until you can’t, enjoy, feel swell, stay out the scum.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XXIIIrd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Filled in the blanks of the Void in an hour of bathing in Clear Light from the Windowpane listenin’ to @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ?si=gnRIVLC68G1C3J9v }

HOWDY DOODY & BUFFALO BILL

#KillTheLights #RememberTheFirstTime? #PoofOfDeath #Meatloaf #AC/DC @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker

VIRUS THAT DISAPPEARS

UPON ARRIVAL

For the final offer that no human being could ever refuse from the first to last woman fears

You’ll exist as an immortal during Time, eternity and infinity as above, borrow to barter, man

It’s a profitable way to earn your keep, Other People’s Money or OPM’s just ‘cause you can

Payback the loan with interest before a due date, well prior to that by five or six long years.

Kool-Ade drunk to the limit, people allow what their parents programmed them to accept

Grape or cherry-ade were my personal choices until I weened off of the sugar brew concept

After too many years of cavities and rotten roots due to evil maintenance, I have bridges

To cover gaps where I have nothing but air to the mandible gums, simple sinister pitches.

As young as an embryo or as old as a pre-cadaverous set of mammalian skeletal remains

Equations of inequality between you and I due to the nature of being alive on a spun rock

No need to cast aspersions to your friends and foes who share this dream within a dream

Imagine you’re completely full of that which you’ve eaten the last few days of cyberstream.

Just as music goes into one ear or another and comes out one or the other into creativity

Blood flows from top to bottom of the capillaries and arteries and veins in a finite cycle

Only so many beats each muscle can absorb, it is a Valentine heart inside a ribs’ cage

To protect the heart & holy soul-spirit that animates the RNA/DNA complex simplicity.

Feeling human, not too human but just enough to realize you’re on the way to old OZ

Wherever that imaginary joint is that has the Big Guy in the sky, nirvana, heaven above

Once the virus consumes anything available that doesn’t destroy it, the RNA of Love

Find out anything in the secret annals of the occult aliens, a clown tent full of Bozos.

Breaking into the safe places that aren’t as safe as they were last century, masses die

Causes of the effects don’t matter any longer, the fecal matter happens below the sky

Nothing at all you will recall the day after y’all kick the bucket, & I mean nothing at all

Pretty perfect in ultraviolet blue and infrared crimson stripes & 50 stars will never fall.

Drinking and smoking until there’s nothing remaining to imbibe or toke, the way it is

If you conserve items you consume, some vagabond will steal it when you look away

Then you’ll both conserve and share with strangers who never pay back anything at all

How can you believe what isn’t true & pretend that it isn’t a proverbial white lie display?

Easy, gullible morons eat wild mushrooms with blind faith in nature’s ambivalence to us

It will kill you, but you won’t be hungry any longer, back in line of the pecking order fuss

Grow so weary of roaming Earth without a resting place that can’t be seen by private eyes

In a final blow, a finale comes like it or not, it’s inevitable so expect it, all gone gods’ lies.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #AmericanMade by @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eHGfmpXlhFk?si=_BDlfrdBbzL7fyga }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

AM RADIO NEVER LIKED DISCO #FineAsAFrog @BigSmo #SMO #Hog #Frog #SingleBarrelShotguns #MindsOnGOD

LEARNIN’ HOW TO LET THE CERTAINTY CRASH LAND

From the attitude you had the day you were born you’ve become a real know-it-all

Young or old, beginning with the original and mortal sins, forgiveness is impossible

Told you, commanded you, taught you to read & swear on your words’ Truth, you fool

If you’re not a fool, why act foolish when the appearance of inferiority ain’t even cool.

Files from A to Z, so simple that even a moron or an idiot could keep the files in order

Z and backwards to A, enough room for all these physical files on a floppy disc or four

Dreaming that being awake on planet Earth is everything there is, the universe is empty

Astronauts and cosmonauts are sworn not to divulge the fact of life, Earth is in a hurry,

Flyin’ around the ecliptic for whatever good reason we’ve deduced, matter & energy mix

Wide open spaces between the oceans full of H2O, liquid gas getting recycled back kicks

Crew can wreak havoc on every single thing in life, makin’ suitable time has advantages

Football is fine, playoff & Super Bowl for free, busted tellin’ the Truth about my lost wages.

I am both the drill and the hole, matter in atomic weight & energy in ergs and grand watts

For the ones with no mother and no father you ever knew of, it’s an orphan rant, at-bats

On or off the bases, you can’t win without scoring the runs, you’ve got to slide in the sticks

Piling your hair up on top of your head is fine for shootin’ hoop but it detracts aesthetics.

Pretenders teach pretending to their grand daddies who can’t tell Truth from White Lies

You earned and evened up on your inherited karma, live & die just for that, no moon pies

Poppin’ corn covered with caramel & salt, smells like heaven on Earth, when it’s all gone

Frozen tundra and boiling quicksand from uncovered planetary dirt that gravity sucks in.

Hunter and angler, be one to retain your freedom to live without working, trade in gold

Oil and the exchange for your backbone use, your time clock punch from 9 to 5, retire old

If you’re lucky, cashin’ in on the pension eventually, you just don’t think I’ve got the Wood

Together we make one another take it in, until it’s gone girl, way gone Levi’s on ol’ dogwood.

Whiskey and Rye with a prayer to the good lord usually gets the proper result, 99% of Time

The 1% is the key for the lock, turn it in the keyhole, open up the door & then pump Rhyme

Little Bigtown of Love or Hate, Long or Short, Truth or Fallacious arguments to shut down

Pumping the air & water into the receptacles leads to a blown mind of only God the clown.

Don’t try to shoot messengers since there are no firearms, none on Earth, no ordinance

Scale to weigh the living and the dead with the rest of the Earth’s matter, all of the bones

Skulls and toes from a myriad of intentional RNA recombination, without a creator to die

No requiem just because God couldn’t live forever, mortality is the Truth and the holy Lie.

Whiskey form Blackjack & Hops from Negro Modelo, get me to the train cross country too

I hate to travel unless I’m unconscious, especially going at a few hundred miles per hour

On a jet plane, a train, on a bus, drivin’ myself in a @Masseratti makes no difference to me

If it ain’t local & I’ve got to pack some snacks before we “Ride”, I ain’t into the bird or bee.

Dig this or not, I am the one that’s gonna die when it’s my time to die, no replacements so

Ready or not when the time comes, my spirit & soul will let the good times roll without me

Rather be here & there instead of up in the shooting stars above, love riverside & country

My place, living as good as gold, throwing up culture where good times roll, it’s post blow.

Fun begins at the kegger and the full bar with the expert tender from the @HardRockBar

About to go down the secret place that’s mi casa, su casa, single or double, & fishin’ pole

Bowlin’ strikes and spares to hit my average 255, can’t quite get all 300, nobody’s perfect

Unless it’s an unrealistic expectation, I’m satiated & got a Dixie Cup full, no keys to my car.

Open gate policy down the gully, the children are all ready to play, high school & grads

Makin’ the next generation coupling up with the cherished and irresistible pull of the DADS

Morning light ain’t comin’ up for 6 hours, come on over to my place, come o’er to say howdy

Open the gates so all my friends can get in and get a little high and just a little bit rowdier.

Fire down by the riverside, talkin’, laughin’, and drinkin’ until the eyes hooked up, & then

Fifty years passed by quickly, the grandkids are bein’ born all over the world as we know it

Now hear this, putting the nouns & verbs in the form of a rational thought to elevate above

Then it is now, no more waiting, let the fun begin, spinnin’ a ball of yarn to give you a shove.

Better homes and gardens with the birds & bees who share the benefits of just bein’ on duty

Workin’ as hard as I’ve realized that I must for my own sanity, I used to be combat so ready

Now it’s trying to put me to rest, pushin’ myself harder than when I used to roll up sleeves

Focused on the sun when the light comes into the darkness, like it or not, it’s The Steves.

By the time you read this here prolegomenon there’ll be a conflagration of continental riffs

You and I have neighbors, some drink & smoke & some tea-total for their free choice cliffs

Jumpin’ off the edges you see here and there, it gets better if you pretend it won’t hurt bad

It might & it might not, certainly in the end, last heartbeat, one more beauty won’t be sad.

Blisters on my feet and fingers from workin’ the bones for gold cash greenbacks, got higher

Never mattered in the first place, it was a matter of pretending pretensions got from father

Not a dream if you don’t wake up, the reality of the gods nobody ever sees is, they’re dead

Don’t shoot the messenger just because you can’t grasp Truth, live ‘til your blood ain’t red.

Moonshine when it’s bright or cloud-covered, we kickin’ it in Tennessee, middle of the wood

Fine as a line you can’t see between us, the facts of life require blind faith, incredible dude

Driving or flying gets the 20th century mankind to OutSpace in a gravitational-release bullet

Grip to keep on me, better hold tight, I’m slippin’ into my 3rd wind, throw shots back, I’m set!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Martin Luther King Day, Janvier 19th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted these signals while jammin’ to @BigSmo & @AlexanderKing  #AnythingGoes & #SmoMotion @ https://youtu.be/-FRKaDxcg80?si=6ZAxc_nPuFvKhB-i & #NoAssNoGrassNoRide  https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY?si=iMJtUlMzRXva04mN  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Grace Good To Go, Gone Girl #Good #Better #Best @MorganWallenHITS #HankJr

THAT’S THE BREAKS

Full of the half-backs, tail-backs & linebackers who play positional excellence

Broken in two as it should be, above, so below, mirror twilight zone in a sense

Between the two of us, it’s a matter of blind faith in the five-sense intellect, son

Teachers of our mothers and fathers gave their two cents to us for free tuition.

Mystic effects caused by unknown presences and mysterious puzzle solutions

Conclusion deductions induced by random assumptions grounded in clouds

Malfunctions from pole to pole, around the equator, we wobble in a solar system

The reason you hurt is because you can’t feel partly good, spun planet at 45 RPM.

Something is wrong with you if you can never escape the logical conclusion skin

In the darkness, color doesn’t matter but keepin’ your guts healthy within, I’m all in

Part of it, half of the time, maybe a quarter of the time, I sleep, so 6–8-hour chatter

Unconscious of the Earth, the Wind & the Fire, only dreams on my superego matter.

On the brink of a breakthrough, something you have searched for and failed to find

Function of the calculus comes to fruition by following the methods & formula sign

Only you know & I know that what will be, will be whether we know it or not, it is done

Everything moving will someday require to be at rest, respect the authority of One.

Drunks on the alcohol and phuq’d-up heads blowin’ Mary’s puffs in Clouds of Nine

Known before everything happens, can’t tell anybody, nothing is ever a surprise, fine

It’s now and then for everyone who lives here and there on mother Earth’s cold dirt

Not only are you not responsible for your actions but also not for the ancestral spurt.

What the first man and first woman was their problem, I owe them less than a zero

Now mothers of God? That’s another story with or without blind faith in the old hero

Killed the one who proved that bad men kill innocent men and blame it on justice cost

Without overwhelming force, words of the sheriff have no gravitas, it’s God’s damn post.

If you express yourself on any venue you don’t control, expect the power to execute you

Cancel your Twitter “X” to shut-off your tweets of eclectic multiple choice, human spew

Fancy and precious as jewels and gold on a silver platter, real love pumps in high grades

Not only are those the breaks but also there’s no other possible world, as reality fades.

Fun and hurried pleasure and pain for as long as you can expect to experience being woke

At least awake if not woke, seeing through the veil of fiction and moral immorality, eh bloke

Warn you and yours that there’s a moment coming when you’ll have to choose crossroads

Between you & me there is total respect, everyone else can’t expect reciprocation roads.

Scat, Scooby-do, do-wop, dit do wop ditty, over & over again repetitive respect declared hex

Ready or not, here it comes right into our open mind, you were nothing before “x” or “y” sex

Humming during the rattle gives you the rhythm and beat you can dance to, dodo wop shelf

Nothing more nor less to divulge, cough or covered up, got a solution, y’all respect the Self.

Dirty laundry is clean in the washer and ready for the dryer in maximum flux, ready to set

It’s a go, for real & that’s the way it is, from nothing at all to something in a particular debt

Rattle & hum to the moans of the parental DNA, spreading the XY and XX into a holy womb

Thrust into a hot fire, thirsty as Hell but nowhere near high water, I gotta git outta this doom.

Pride all full of proud boys whether warranted or not, all freedom to choose, pride is mine

World spinnin’ still, you’re gonna go out of here eventually, I’m not gonna regurgitate Time

Make peace with your inner thing, it may be the only thing that outlives death, I wish it too

Reincarnate a soul-flux, ignorance to enlightment, Buddha, Jesus, Zeus or Ahura Mazda.

Burned the offering to cause expectation of the fulfillment of the wish and hope to dream

Daytime or nighttime makes a tiny difference, it’s imaginary and without a standing A-team

The Old Breaks are what some get if they’re lucky & others never get because of bad Juju

Team sports or one-on-one, this is all I’ve expected so dive deep, do your thing, ah Jojo!

Crackin’ on the hot women, repelling the old bats who couldn’t bite the old leathernecks

Nothing to worry about since the skills of martial artists instill the adeptness, on the treks

Between home and the destination, it’s a distance in the power to accommodate nesting

Pressure of all peers is little or none when you have no peers, except the One with my ring.

All or mostly about respect unto death, afterward nobody will give a good cahoot about it

Asleep in a coma, it’s said to be terminal and no possible awakening to reality as we know

Pulled the plug on the machinery that keeps heart & lungs in function, less the brain flow

Florida to Washington and California to Maine East, I recovered the recollection had a fit.

Unknown flesh and bone, hard to believe that some are alive & in some way immortal too

With a spirit who is you and you will know it’s true without a doubt, you were never two

Millennia has written about causes & effects of all events, formed by willpower seeds

One less command, respect yourself since nobody else will, you’ll live to see that seed

Creepy feelings makin’ it feel like your skin has something crawling on every single inch

From ancestors to descendants, we all stand between all of them, beware of the pinch

Comes from out of nowhere when you least expect it, when you’re immersed in schemes

Of the Good, the Bad & the Ugly, all of us are the holy spirit of invisible hopes & dreams.

Highlight the lowliest among us, the humblest respect to all who show me the same, free

Have a better time in life if you familiarize yourself with rules & regulations of the history

Gratitude within me for you and all you’ve done to facilitate my indoctrination position

All things above and below move quickly and certainty is highly probable in tight, thin skin

Fictional account of the history we share from the deep and all dark caves where scrolls hid

From the lying eyes that see the Truth as what’s false to the blind eyes of sightlessness’ kids

Allow the subjects and predicates to fly from coast to coast, border to border & sea ‘hood

Sharks are hungry & they kill & eat things that were alive for a blink of an eye, we are food.

Apes and gorillas just living to eat, drink & be merry, sleeping in safe places’ guarded forces

If you retire by 60 or work until you’re 90, either way you’ll die in the end, it could be worse

It may’ve been the case that this world wasn’t just a dream but a prison cell for bad angels

Blown minds because it’s unexpected to watch impossible conceptions of bones & skulls.

Strategy between the powers evolved from gravity and centrifugal force, survival of the fit

Stay vigilant 24/7 & sleep with one eye open, if you don’t, you may not wake up to all of it

Maybe the most important thing on Earth is, non-Earth beings control the dynamic wealth

Earned, inherited, or stolen, all the stuff you have will disappear into thin air, all stealthy.

Prick up your ears like any animal interested in survival of its welfare and future existence

Reality of the fantasy is that you’ve got forever to hang around & breathe air in and out of it

Just because you weren’t alive before you were conceived means nothing, so let it all burn

To the ground as it was above, so it will be below, a Big Bang it may be, one atom at Cern.

Pretending well as pretenders do for the duration of Earth’s spinning revolution, a wobble

Missing information is critical to destroying the efficiency of the operation, a head bobble

Train the telescope on the electron microscope specimen on the slide from the petri dish

See what animates Life without an internal heart, soul & mind of its own, country Joe fish.

All humor is aside, nothing is fair in life, everyone gets right place at the right time or else

Nothing good comes of being in the wrong place or right place at the wrong time, ring bells

Cold as a place on the other side of Earth where the sun never shines, southern equator sin

I move into checkmate every time I play the game, knight or rook undercover of pawn skin.

Pine scent erasing the foul odor of the refused-used funk & junk yards, giant fans suck it in

Left over in the hot burn of the sun are the atomic waves of God’s fluid, it’s all we are in skin

Ignorance of Truth doesn’t negate the deduced conclusions of logic, it is what it is forthwith

Come into anyone’s country without a passport, you’ll be executed, unless you’re the Stith.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Janvier XIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?