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NEVER FORGET

DID I MENTION TO NEVER, EVER FORGET THIS BOOGIE-MAN OF ENEMIES?

Gas’ air full of skyscraper ash & plastic smoke to put the living to sleep ‘til December

I would try to remember the incredible day of #NineOneOne, September to remember

Getting in the mood for a boogie night, it’s comin’ tomorrow night, Friday alrighty then

Getting the grim reaper off our planet & sentence the boney mother’s scourge to life

Together as One, hand in bone, out your bath & bedroom, dining room, Hehl’s kitchen

Desires and dreams come true miles away from you, you may never know the twelfth

Of never, or forever in the fantasy where the mind goes because the brains ain’t dead

When the air ceases to blow in and out of the form, the shape dissolves in God’s head.

All there is can’t be more than this, a rational approach to the deduced induction trash

Reason points to empty void as the matrix, Nothing more nor less, that is all, as MASH

Mobile Army Surgical Hospital saved the poor young and innocent from dying afraid

Fear of the gods wrath upon the judgement day, poor young boys died, didn’t get laid.

In love with the income and the high credit rating, in love with my income & high IQ

Actuality a low IQ but I like the illusion that it’s too high, light is too bright to be in me

You asked me if I got this, of course I do, if not me then who? Nobody, you got that right

Like @LynyrdSkynrd or feet down on the ground of my @EarthWindAndFire solo flight.

Picked myself on the 1st all-star team, a #ShootingPointguard #747 of champions

Special delivery door to door, manufacturer to consumer, in two extramarital affairs

For the price of three, there’s the fourth you’ve forgotten, you drunk the unholy fifth

No surprise party from the first day of birth to the first day of pro-practice in stealth.

No fantasy phantasm available for anyone else, this is a solo mio, raw and nekid too

Protein required in OutSpace too, what the hell do you do? Grow meat from Nothing

Just like the creator of A universe, use all of it & then use Nothing as if it’s something

It’ll be what will be, que sera sera, it ain’t my conceptual analysis in synchronization.

Blind faith isn’t proof that the Word which made flesh and bone save a thing in hell

Even if I’m wrong, I’m right, I’m saved from my own misjudgment and malformation

Of my thoughts that blow out my lips, red-hot air I’ve sucked clean of all Ma’s oxygen

Atomic evening of missionary-style fusion, pregnant without end, Amen, dream’s ZEN.

Squirreled away from the marauding punks who were orphaned by the urchin offspring

Not their fault that the star’s sunshine nurtured them until they had to follow the ruling

Of their forefathers who never taught them to be all too human, proud of mankind’s ilk

Hence, heretofore I waxed upon the opinion I’ve gleaned out the hive, mama teat milk.

Lost and found in perpetuity, without an ending, neither happy nor sad, it’s academic

A point of view of the intellectual genius to the morons & idiots who wax idiosyncratic

Spirits infiltrated every atom outside of the dead rocks’ leftovers from some Big Bang

Louder than anyone could hear, audio wasn’t created yet by the super freak who sang.

Girls love it, boys wanna have proof of life inside the inner sanctum, it’s a pop-off One

Frozen when the burn turns to black ice not even God can see, it’s unforeseen my son

Daughters are the tools, it’s not their will nor their fault that they’re the First Causing

If not for the magnetic attraction to the black hole, there would be no Singularity ring.

Octaves of arpeggios forced upon consciousness, pain & pleasure alternating currents

Hot as a pistol and cold as ice depending on the Will to Power, it’s above & below ants

Down to the Earth’s centerfield core, up through a moonshine boost, a Milky Way mess

Chocolate with a center from the twilight zone, future sugar dental decay’s happiness.

On a camel, on a horse, on a llama, just a rider that can’t walk on his own metatarsals

Fear & loathing for the results of rampant sex of cavemen high on mary jane & her pals

Wizards have the words, the spells cannot be stolen by the witches & sibling warlocks

Nobody’s immune to powers of princess Mary Jane, she turns heads around in slacks.

Whatever you say, whatever it is, that’s all there is, nothing more nor less, the shebang

Woke or not, awakening to empty sets of zero to negative & positive infinity, you rang?

In communion, in confession, baptism, confirmation, there is some extreme unction

Inside of the funk, there’s atomic and nucleic essence that precedes existence’s sin.

Original sin and sacraments out of the grooves laid down in Sacramento, California

Eagles to the Funkadelic mash that came out of the sky like manna from Sabrina

Windy magic flyin’ through the emptiness to find the place where landing is Home

To your 208 bones of dwindling flesh-colored muscles’ thin skin, offspring of Rome.

Keep love warm until you can’t blink, can’t swallow the swill and can’t think you are

Alive or not, walking or just lying in a hospital bed, the fallen falling to the morgue, far

Certified the death per the grim reaper, decrepitation begins at rigor mortis’ appetite

Soon it will be too late for every single thing, here and now or in the future to be light.

You’re in the herd but you’re not being heard by the heads nor minions of the clergy

High up above the fray, running the dozens for kicks, talk ‘bout yo’ mama now? Hey!

Dripping and burning like you’ve caught the hot flame-fire in your below belly dream

Putting holy species propagation to test, superstars forget the rubber, trip baby team.

Putting my cache where my mouth is, a credit card from Bank ONE, punk funk debt

Racked it all up within the past 40 years in this Man’s World, paid it all off in full set

It was thirty-love and I had the serve, I aced the serve & won game, set & match afar

Got out of town before the taxes got stolen from the coffer, now behind booze bars.

You know the people who died already know the Truth about Life on Earth, don’t you?

You’ll find out too, then there’ll be no doubt, when you scroll with the trolls, it is blue

So sad that you can’t be a weirdo & make fun of the fools who entertain the ol’ minion

Kids the word for immature warriors about to either survive or become extinct by fun.

Can you put the lipstick on a pig or remix the cogs in the hogs’ bodies and minds’ set

In mud, blood and beer, possible the brown or white-water spirits are the cool tools

To allow us all to be or not to be, drunk or sober, we’re all gonna die sooner or later

Hope & fear of annihilation are sacrosanct, I think, OK, therefore, I am, wanna bet?

State of being anywhere border to border & coast to coast of the original 13th colony

Copasetic 24/7 without end, infinity governed by best of the best, sea to shining sea

Pretend you’re immortal at your peril, pretend you have a spirit or a killer-antibody

Kamel appreciation in Time & Space, archives dropped on an innocent, fuddy duddy.

Bees’ hives sucked dry of the honey, the labor laws violated by the bear’s nosy jaws

An analogy between the good and the bad, the flawless and the evil errors of squaws

Warriors have little control over anything other than the destruction of the opponent

Peace and joy are unnatural, can’t handle more than an hour every month, I pay rent.

Five thousand debits’ robbery will get you ten years behind the pen’s bars, lost liberty

Kick you in the backside, smack you in the head, wake you up before it’s too late, see?

Your will & testament enhanced by your ignorance and lack of insight ala immortality

God forsaken mortal, you weren’t alive before your conception, you die when you die!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 9-5- MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Where did those days go? #SATCH

YOU PLAY THE CARDS YOU’RE DEALT

So, who told you what you could expect from involuntary inheritance of glee
Procrastination of a mind grasping high Truth is neither good, bad nor ugly
What it is, y’all need to know, getting to my point’s a triple, homer long shot
Break dancing with neutrons & protons, waitin’ on the electronic ink blot.

Behind a door or in front of the portal where you’re goin’ like it or not at all
It’s likely to be nowhere you want to go or to be for a minute much less days
Of unknown proportions in some measure of fairness, you get every ounce
Of gold, quicksilver & silicon, procreates all UFO’s useful idiot syndromes.

Cops out the precinct goin’ cuckoo for cocoa puffs, cracked out their minds
And I kid you not, as they say, right before they lie or prefabricate scenarios
Signify the subjects and objects in predication of linguistic simulation of IQ
Which is not a thing itself but the name of a process of critical thought stew.

Barked up the wrong tree but it didn’t matter since I exuded blustering fury
No corroboration with another bible thumping, swearing fodder for a jury
You’ll see nothing further than your eyesight without the third eye to sing
Inside the third eye it’s a matter of Time & of course, Timing is Everything.

Hence, the game begins, rules observed until the it’s over, all gods agreed
Nobody but the One gets out of the battleground’s circus alive, it’s a creed
Whatever was understood by all trainers learned experience, rise above it
To put blind faith in actually being consciously alive after death is a myth.

Feature this event horizon, you see a light in the distance, move to it slowly
Like creeping in the shadows at night clubs up & down, off the strip dizzy
Full house, aces over queens or just a dead man’s hand, gold strike upstart
Black ace of spades & clubs color blinded red aces, diamonds & solo heart.

Believe this or not, there’s no such thing as fairness in the struggle to live
To survive if you’re the most fit to reproduce your hearty genetic matter
On the mark of all superheroes is a supernatural ability to perform magic
Whether shapeshifting by stretching, flaming on or turning a TNT trick.

Mellow yellow or agent orange all in the family and all for you all, my kin
Cousins from aunts and uncles eight times removed from the one origin
Garden we’ll never return to thanks to the law abiding, non-guilty perps
If you lie & retain proper defense, you may violate society’s peace burps.

Well hung on the wall without door or window pane, flat screen godsmack
Proceed to the ends of the race’s original starting pistol shot blank round
Harder than the mental trials and tribulations you’ve shared with the lucky
Beyond good & evil, even beyond the origin-god, evil & I don’t give a phuqy.

Think like a First Cause, created life on Earth, what would you choose to do
You’re a virus or bacterium from an alien planet surrounding a sunny star
Change your mind now, before it’s too late, break bad, about face, die hard
It’s never personal, I refuse to cast aspersions as I mentioned before, son.

Hilarious that you keep all of you eggs in the same basket, that’s #NoJoke
If you honor and respect the memory of your next of kin & distant kinfolk
Shoving you to the side, suddenly blow pretenders, imposters love stones
What is & will always be because it always was, full of the has-been bones.

You & I know a lot & we have no choice but to guess the rest, probable cause
Who do you know creating the common news of the public? Nobody, right
Drop a dime on the cabal & you’ll either join or be terminated, take a pause
Mute your microphone, oh wait, don’t mute my microphone, my Bluetooth.

Picnic & party with a bottle of wine, 2 glasses & a chunk of Havarti cheese
Itemize list in order of importance, our budget is in reductio ad absurdum
Are you dead when you believe you’re alive, when you’re dead, a fly on high
Let me listen to your evaluation before I decry it’s lack of certainty, please?

I’m gone and so you believe nothing matters anymore, you’re in deep chit
It ensures that there will be no dependence on my presence, free your fool
Someone haunts the 208 bones we all get a lease on some life as we know it
We may induce the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, we be hopeful.

Prudence is dear, hope she remembers the whole shebang, of origin to end
Bending light from source to imaginary screen in cyberspace’s hypertime
Simple woman knows man with a complex, elevated to No Man’s neverland
Where your mother don’t know who your papa was, @JesusChristos, OMG!

Babies out of the womb they knew couldn’t contain them, all claustrophobic
Either everything’s the same or everything’s different in some form, a Way
Whether you or I like it or not, it’s the way it is, you’re a passenger, enjoy it
Slow ride ain’t for everybody, for you, me & a handful of ancient step kids.

Angels flyin’ in the dark just like the light, everything & everyone is united
American cradles rockin’ the babies who will grow to procure body tattoo
Glad your great grand folks couldn’t see results of the paint job, oh please
Labels for what you need to recollect, shorthanded quick response squeeze.

Gold and diamonds I found right where I left them the day I got away with It
Booty’s the Jesse James of stagecoaches, a whole treasure of the mystical fit
Put all the words into an empty book of invisible and unintelligible factoids
Treatment of mean tweets with kind responses, wins yin & yang, bad boys!

Mull around the streets & backroads until your Feets' bones creak out loud
Cold as ice or as hot as a pistol, crime & punishment do what they do proud
I’d never hurt you intentionally but if you need me to hurt another, it’s done
All I know, All that I am, All everything we know can ever be, all me, T-bone.

Bumping into the bumper cars was a shock and a surprise, brain bashed
It is so subtle you’ll never realize the facts and fiction are one & the same
Incredible as it seems, the Earth & its activity moves & wobbles until lame
Harmony & the peace that follows are the narrow way ahead, sins cashed.

Hippies drip with body odor sweat from the cabbage you gobble with beer
Sympathy for the devil’s been exhausted, a Beelzebub or Lucifer, whatever
Balls to the walls, if you’ve got ‘em light ‘em up, smoke yours with gusto too
There may not be another coming down the road, a toke for the road crew.

Pronto or not, the end will come eventually and that will be the final Space
Where we’ll be left in that subatomic state without bloody bones or a face
I got shit to do, I’m not being facetious, and it means I’m doin’ it necessarily
All that needs to be done to be sufficiently in tune with all wanderlust dust.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 8-29-2024 @ 111 PMPST

{ Blasted out of the cosmos while jammin’ to @RUSH #RedSectorA  https://youtu.be/g7N6oC-qVMk?si=csSd1nwG7qa_UrMC }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FrereJacques ... are you sleepin'? #HeartBand #WARband #MadonnaMatter #BevisButtheadMenKinda @ArmstrongAndGettyRadicalRadioShow

C O O L

YOU HAD TO BE THERE

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Black is the key to the solar system's space between material things in a material world trick

You allude to the Ends justifying the Means, a spell of the witchcraft espoused by Man's prick

A sharp pin prick it was, a pig in a poke, a bird in a bush, code word's up a consonent's vowel

Park parallel or diagnal but don't double park anywhere, anytime, your chariot will be towed.

Common idiots born to any man and woman on Earth, y'all roll the dice and you'll see the light

Power to the people, we think that's the way innate power is, so GTF out of the way with might

Honor and perfect timing result in success every moment you suck a breath in, so die in peace

Day after you ain't in an alien's Petri Dish, memory fades from an imaginary drawer, squeeze.

Pinched my own behind to check my six, I thought I was awake but I was in a dream, I awoke

Walking around in the fog of war, trying to figure a way out of the connundrum, shucks bloke

You will not know what I mean when you don't jump off of a balcony down to your end, man

Do you know the answer to the question of "Should I jump or not?"  Answer honestly human!

Last gasp of wind, the sun shines even when it's nighttime dark outside your side of the Sand

Spins around clockwise if you looke down from the northern hemisphere, you're killin' me so

Minds lost in the mix, it's the shooting stars and the wobbling angle of the dangle, trust me bro

Or don't if you want to go through the breach yourself, experience fear & loathing firsthand.

Heads to feet, 208 bones calculating time left before the deep six down to Davy Jones' locker

Remotely possible that rotting skin, organic matter & bones get incinerated in hell's hot cache

As a holy bible said, we go to Hell, OMG I never thought about that, cyberspace launched ash

Pulverized, stuffed into a holy urn for the spread back to where you never were, ever forever.

Paid invoices, even steven from now 'til doomsday, hidden nowhere anymore, out of sight 'I'

Seen, heard, tasted, smelled, felt deep down inside out to the tips of toes and upturned nose

Shut your lips when you speak the words coming out of your mind's eye, to be One, I chose

At the finale, the curtain drops on the stage, characters fade to black, you all are gonna die.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, VIII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMCST

{ Whatever it takes, you will give it, as I did drafting this while jammin' to @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/pukC3E0XxcE?si=FDRE0_Kx6SK57B4o }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Sodium Chloride of the Dirty Rockin' Piece of Stardirt & MOI

GOT WHAT YOU GOT BECAUSE TIME GOT OUT THE WAY OF SPACE

Betting no more than the gold in my pockets, all in for the call, I bet my hand beats yours, fly

Gods try to come down to Earth for a sorte of human females, don’t know why they multiply

Pink inside and burnt brown and black on the epidermal layer, which allows the privilege of it all

Complete with a partial implant in your jaw, check your six, your back is uncovered to bear pall.

Fabulous in every sense you can muster, knowing the opposite usually occupies Space & Time

Not today or tomorrow because history has already occurred in the future of the present, keep up

With the explanation and final conclusion in your arsenal that can’t be seen by the unanointed

It ain’t nothing personal, you ain’t screened & you ain’t clear for enlightenment, feel the crime?

What it feels like to be innocent and still charged with the guilt as if it was your own fault, dude

Chicks, I’m talkin’ ‘bout y’all too, deep inside of the conversational analyzation of concept food

Subjects and predicates shining the starlight on the blackboard, expose nekid Truth’s white sheet

Understand true that, total comprehension is a temporary lapse of reasonable gold, y’all gotta eat.

Brothers & sisters related like cousins above in heaven & down in hades, where angels fear to go

Utter satisfaction with having no desire, no need, nobody to care about to save life from dying so

Knowing that knowledge is impossible helps a bit, we’ll get over those red lights on the curves

Eyes shut tight yet wide open, seeing Nothing clearly, subjective nouns & action Love 30 serves.

Sounds mean something if and only if you agree on the definition of Word, it’s the thing itself

As it appears to the innocent perceiver with eyes wide open for the first time on Time’s life shelf

Smoke is happy, fire it hot to burn every atom into crumbled ash, dropped in gravity’s grave fate

Deep bury down below where archangels fear to go, can’t get up out of the hole, carrying weight.

Holy and red hot, unblessed and cold as dry ice, smokin’ freezing oxygen and hydrogen in & out

Grim reaper drinks down deeply to the center of galactic neutrons, protons & electrons in doubt

River of truth and lies flow to the infinite ocean to merge with the Void nature of your mama teat

In her arms we were, she kept us warm with a smile until the teeth bit the sore skin, kid got beat.

Spanked on a plastic diaper, no reason to understand why, cause effected mothers under the bus

That she loved you and would protect you being the immature mama who just had to be that way

Teenage mama can’t buy time, too much to be distracted by the addictions & play ‘House’ today

Babysitting for single mothers nets cash from the AFDC coffers & welfare kids now rule the US.

Here and now to save existence of animals and plants on all seven continents, dried-up wetland

Beaches or jagged, huge, stone rocky cliffs eroded by constant waves of the tidal pools inland

Hip to be a square or a Rubik Cube more sooner than later, I put the hurt on the innocent amigas

Not only am I to blame for the pain, the suffering but also the happiness they got rid of me arse.

Now & then you see through the veil to the actual nature of the beast within, it’s always the same

Fear and loathing as if it’s not you yourself, you really start trippin’ when the Truth unfolds fame

Books recorded in cyberspace, on compact disc, magnetic tape, 8 track, reel-to-reel, cassette split

Too tired to go on without a hip replacement, you know like I know, you’ll die once they slice it.

Y’all are in the know when you’re in the money, as the old song goes… duh do dah dah, la la la

It’s usually the same one over & over until the young delete the files & cover up the Truth as it is

In & out of consciousness yet awake as if in a dream while unconscious recording my super ego

The game and the score disappear into the ether once the corpse begins decrepit to the evil ends.

All pretentious for the sake of survival, ahead of the pack, you can keep track of ‘em in a mirror

Never need to cohabitate or commiserate with any of the minions or the literati of the stone door

Live for today, tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to produce itself ta mind, neither God’s nor this plebe

If & only if you resist the power, then you’ll be rewarded & be completely set, again, to be free.

Larger than a microscopic byte on a hard drive or a bit smaller than a huge byte, even steven

Broods got bred this way either voluntarily or via draft of unwilling to defend strangers of Zen

Recreated after annihilation without knowledge, just the power to be right when y’all on the ball

Nobody is right or wrong all the time except for the alpha and omega male, last call for alcohol.

Complete and impartial for the conclusion uplinked to be the only rational epitome of probability

Knowing Truth’s higher ground value of Gold and Gas flowin’ out of your behind’s high-end te

Keep your handicap down, win championship without your over drafting savings for wet dreams

Fortune cookie with no prediction to be ahead of the moment, graphic blank and empty schemes.

All is not alright, but you must deny the facts of life, your father didn’t tell you, nobody told him

Many centuries of breeders attempting to achieve perfection without an equal anywhere on Earh

Blood runs, gravity pulls, Space expands, Time measures burnt calories in a lean, mean machine

Recollection of any reason to be conceived, live & die in a hundred spins, more or less afterbirth.

Free to be dependent on the water and wine to wash down the body of the holy sheet

Most high and more low than the grapes that grow on the ripe vine, a meet and greet

Between the spirits inside and the ones outside of you that gain entry, imbibe, scream

Next day, getting hammered again is the only way to die, Life’s but a fickle wet dream.

Homer and Marge, well they have nothing on the parents of Bevis & Buthidae, fer shizzle

Blueprints have a plan to build a mountain of stone, brick & fiber glass beads give me a rash

Earth is the unholy name of the dirt, no feet to march or hands to clap, myriad of shyty fizzle

Doctors and lawyers trained for hours and minutes to interview people who donate cold cash.

Helping your body up off of the ground due to gravity’s attraction to your backbone & skull

Average or above, up to & including the genius, evil or better than the mostly good, ruler fool

Wink to show the joke is on the joker, punch line is crooked but if delivered right, it flies cool

Above and below the pattern on the surface, live, die, disappear and be forgotten, eat it all evil.

Dreamin’ a little dream of me tonight baby, it’ll be fine in the morning, I’ll disappear once again

Heart is all mine right? We don’t need to linger there when we’re awake, we’ll dream being Zen

Complete or not, it’s necessary to be sufficient to get to the end of the purpose’s logical reason

Accident your father met your mother, conceived, gestated to be born in blood and fetid water.

Kisses & hugs holding the bones tight, kept the inner sanctum inside invisible Jordan almonds

Found a wad behind the unworthy where they never look for anything valuable, safe diamond

Ineffable sound heard deep within where the sun never shines, a thing itself’s, shapeless double

Monkey see what monkeys do, apemen stuck in perpetual repetition of the 24/7 Earth wobble.

Hurry to wait until someone else takes so much time, you wind up being later than required too

Had to be ready to move from heaven to Earth once the love was made, it’s a dream trip of fools

What I was, I am & always will be, a convenient Truth wrought by the ancient command scrolls

Pink to ultraviolet purple in all wavelengths’ frequencies, dying, fading to black as lights go out!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August XVIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Cracked this emerald while jammin’ to @ChicagoTheBank #DreamALittleDreamOfMe in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0rhFYl2H-2g?si=23qDPquqmhR8Ocez }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkippTwoMyLouLouLouise #SheAintNoHollabacker #ThePointerSisters

NOT AS HOT AS PART DEUX’S PLETHORA

Now then, talk to me to find out what’s goin’ on in the world as we know it, natural fun
Home is away from home everywhere you set yo’ foot, in and out of the dreaming sons
Becoming free when you’ve been indentured during your hot, baked cells in yo’ mama
Man, you ain’t anything special, you were born in blood & pain, no fault of my ol’ papa.

Valleys and rivers are all that’s left of this H2O packed marble of star dirt, fertile soil
Mountains high as the sky allows without freezing into Plutonic black ice & tin foil
Giving it all up with the last gasp of breath, it’s like the first gasp, slapped on the arse
As a baby gets taught by the father, it’s as above, so it is below, whiskey glass farce.

Good for me that old sexual feeling I’ve had since I can’ remember, decades liked her
I did, so hold me responsible for facts of life, dead-gone like all the rest, holla lover
I may drown in the infinite ocean pool or in the middle of nowhere on a mountaintop
In Tennessee, Illinois, Montana or California, these bones won’t travel much further.

I have no tweets of mercy for the unforgivable, divinity can’t cope with the Truth chit
The ones we’ve told since we learned to speak about things as I surf the curling wave
Played games, became serious only when we lost to the winners who got down with it
Mothers of other men, loved me because I wasn’t their own lover, slid into third safe.

Here comes judgement from the know-it-all tricksters who rule the roost you’re all in
No free choice to be the way you are, you’ve stepped into the trap without knowing sin
Mortal or original candy for the mending of the sorrow and pain invested in by a Savior
To save us all from ourselves, our mortal souls will not live forever, that’s the Truth, sir.

Time and Space are the duality expression of what you cried about as an infantile kid
Just a single moment after you get out of here alive, you’ll fly like a ghost like me, I hid
Away from the perception of a mind in the heads, blinded by light or not, know the kind
What it all is, ought to care, maybe y’all don’t, my mind heard it through the grapevine.

Split the ends and formed one, united, infinite line without bending the god-like bloke
Dreams end, music stops, the story is told & retold so many times, you forget it’s over
Story ended before you heard the beginning words created out of the wild blue yonder
Dog gone it, we began down under to rise above it all, it’s a tell-all, wake up the #Woke!

Feeling nothing when unconscious, it means so much to machines to up & download
Ghosts superfluous like supergirls who bear God’s blessed children, all off the road
Before you were enlightened your mind was blank & mired in innocent ignorance ID
Told to accept the narrative or face annihilation, no pressure, I was blind, now I see.

Monkey around the ground, in caves or up in the treetops flingin’ fecal matter to us all
It’s a trope like the others, it will come & go like sound through an empty concert hall
Curtains fall, the show closes only to open for an encore, then the finale, silence is in
Deaf in yo’ hot head from the barrage-assault of instrumental love, thank Original sin.

Nobody can tell you the future with any accuracy, including your pastors of the parish
They’ve a blind faith that drives their engine, they want to save us all from damnation
Princes, their mothers and fathers know the Truth, no life after death, we dream of sin
Present here & now, no longer back in the Past & not yet in the future until we vanish.

Bum and a junky went into a bar, the bum went to the restroom & the junky put down
Hundred-dollar bill on the bartender’s station bought the house drinks, reap it to own
Dealy-Bob’s thing-a-majig was the original & had no copy, no replica of the prime ape
Franchise player is the malfunction’s cause, reaping what ‘others’ have sewn to rape.

My sisters, my daughters, my aunts, my grandmothers & m y mothers of step & birth
Only you know and I know the answers to the questions on the final, we studied it all
Memorized every possible answer to every possible question, there’s no screwballs
Free your derriere by liberating your mind, mindfulness of buffalo & it’s value & worth.

Food for the fire, fur for bared skin needing buckskin overcoating to conserve a tease
Within the heart’s pumping of the fluid that vampires die for, head to toe ad infinitum
Or maybe a brief moment in Time, as is infinity, Time might be a day or a century scum
Afloat on the salty sea, come & go, nobody will ever know, like a cool summer breeze.

Full tank of fuel, it’s on the house, everything’s on the house, we’re on the house, see?
If not, it’s hopeless, you can see if you’re blinded by the light but it’s not an image tee
Nothing to drive or chip or putt to the nine holes or the course’s one through thirty-six
Scored low, I thought I’d won the championship, alas, lost by a death-stroke, I’m sick.

Dangling with the one and only ding-a-ling in shouting and cackling distance of church
Reverence to the god that some men killed & other men rose to sainthood’s low perch
From suffocation to tortured while conscious and causing death to be felt in the hood
Kicking nobody with the ankles braced in shackles, hands in cuffs, head in a hot hood.

Cobwebs inside of my memory bank, can’t recollect the way to build shyt from scratch
Got down on my knees, my heart in hand offered to love you for eternity, postmortem
Before a cool cadaver’s rigor mortis sets in, I beg nobody but me to have mercy on me
Don’t waste your precious time with pity since the damage is already done, you’ll see.

Meet you above or below here, if I’m wrong & there’s nothing at all left over peace/out
Follow the leader to the event horizon or over the cliff to the bottomless pits’ backflow
Impregnated womb, differentiates the host & donor of soul sacrifices, becomes Ego
Somebody said it this way, for once in my life I know nothing can be known ‘bout us.

Bury the hatchet, forget about the bygones being bygones, aim between the eyes too
Otherwise, there’s a good chance you’ll be burnt at the stake for being a warlock witch
You know how ignorant & frustrated poor folk get, fearless mob mentality’s high pitch
Reality in psychedelic mode, feel fracking & faking you’re an amigo e amiga of the Man.

Man, you’re no dog but this is gonna be far-fetched you got to be a cat with a long puss
You’ll never know that the whole shebang was a boomerang thrown underneath a bus
Nothing ever returns from that infinite target’s bull’s eye, candy can’t coax a top 10 hit
Hunger driven but hibernation overwhelms the wide-eyed fantasy, #Neverland’s S#it!
by&by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, 8-11-2024 AD @ 333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #ChrisCross #Sailing in an infinite loop on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/MEO6gYCFbr0?si=rZsn8admhszdPqkJ }
F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

Ahistoric Black Hole of the E, the F & the G-string, the Dog backwards @GladysKnight & @VinceGill

IT’S ALL IN BLACK & WHITE

,,,,, x2 – y2 = 0 ,,,,,

In the funky heat of the night, I see the reason why there’s no free will here, now or ever
For the love of the gods of Aristotle and Plato, before Noah’s union junkies struck for 2X2
Who the hell trapped the wild cats, rhinos, hippos & giraffes, where in hell rang hell’s bells
Preachin’ to the choir for donations & tips, I’m not beggin, it’s a gift from the empty shells.

Keep this under your hat if you have one, if not you then who? IMHO, it’s your mama, man
You cannot deny that without your mama, you’re nothing, neither here nor there at any time
Completed mission by gasping one last time before rigor mortis sets, high angel that’s singing
Sunsets only in an empty mind of a perceiver, Earth is wobbling, spinning while star-revolving.

Strong to lift the weight & complete an infinite pace of progress to the final expiration of me
Totally full bone & muscle, minimum of fat for the fist fight with the jealousy, old man & a sea
Deeper than you know if it’s ever been deep at all to your shallow comprehension of the joker
Future creature feature is merely celluloid projections on a blank inner-face, unhooked looker.

Can you do what you’re good at, lie with all of your might when someone asks you to confess
That you robbed the mighty Spades & Whiteys who met you at the crossroads of their finales
It was a matter of survival of the most fit to fight for the inner spunk, gifted from parents’ yin
Yang in balance, control with a being known to the deaf, dumb & blind without wisdom’s sin.

Be here, there, way back when in meta-speculation of the nature of rowing a boat in a dream
Wake up but don’t be woke up from being in a daze since the birth out of mother’s loin seam
Era in the Future will recollect this Present as the Past, they won’t give a hoot for you or me
Nothing personal, it’s like a supernova before the thing itself participates in predication’s fee.

Play and listen to the music, Doobie Brothers or any Vanilla Fudge from any LP, in the grooves
Nothing like the actual studio sound on your Bose speaker 901’s, it’s the scratches & skips too
Sometimes a warped & never-flattering needle jumping/skipping grooves back & forth moves
Which thing itself you’ve accepted as your personal inner self, draw the .45’s All Night proofs.

Support the jock straps that hold the family’s jewels up and out of the kicking, hurting way
You’re skating on thin ice in the lukewarm Springtime, ice cold in Iceland so have a nice day
Goin’ north to south pole & around the equator from the stratosphere to the core’s deep 0
Ask questions as a high grade intellectually unchallenged individual would, hit ‘em high & lo.

Harmony you’ve been blessed with, the fastest woman to run away from the out of shapes
Says that it’s no big thing, DNA of my & your parents are the matter of invitro fertilization
At first, there was only One, then another to show asexual before the sexual reproduction
How the things that are different shapes & forms, some consumed others subsumed apes.

Pork rinds swallowed without the liquid get you choked to death, can’t clog the lung’s skin
Preaching to the choir who already has been dead before, a time or two, maybe more for kin
Myopia is the reason but not the excuse, an inherited involuntary response to a knees’ jerk
Complete isolation of Oneness inside of the egg in a womb, violated by a spermatozoon quirk.

Inside information on the bottom line, zero between the negative & the positive, left to right
Bears, lions & wolves all scout for prey to feed the family of thieves, leftovers of a knife fight
Pride, cubs, pups, adolescents eat it if it doesn’t smell bad, if it tastes good, it’s good as gone
Whatever is dead becomes food, sustains or extinguishes every cell in every body’s At one.

Losing the excess weight by the incineration of fat milk of magnesium & horseradish mustard
Gas named after the light coming out of the closest star to Earth’s wind and magic hot water
Excited atoms in the ecosphere, took my breath away from me, forced me to give up a ghost
Animated my feet for the sake of my parents, Puget Sound sacrifice of a northwestern coast.

Flowers grow out of the buried seeds in the stardirt ash of Earth, leftover big bang angel dust
Distress signal performance of S.O.S. from the bridge of the destroyer, Space’s Timing nothing
Answer to the equation’s factoring is built within the rules discovered through trial and erring
Finale, curtain drops with a mic drop to the floor, about face & walk right into a gold earring.

Hiccups ended the silence, too much carbon dioxide invading the hemoglobin, rejected notion
Commands of your living spirit/soul can be observed in the use of rationality and pure reason
We’re all ridin’ dirty on the mount we’ve consigned for the duration of an infinite revolution
If you don’t reincarnate, karma is even with the alpha & omega, for what it’s worth, I’m all in.

Game is never over until the gasping of your shocked monkeys give up the holy ghosts
In the in-crowd but the #Crowdfire is down & out for the count, it gives God the most
Drunk the brew and swill to wash the dead plants and animals, fruits of the rando loons
About face & forward march until I bellow, “Halt One, Two.” then At Ease, all too soon?

If the conditions of the premises to the argument for the exposure of the Truth are false
Then and only then, if I might add, always it’s an illogical, irrational deduction or induction
Respect for the law of the conservancy of Matter and the facts of Life your mother sucks in
Knowledge rather than ignorance, 16 feet down under the high dive, skull & bone broken.

by
rjj Stephan, I

c.  Lundi, 7-23-2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to #TheOaklandstroke @TowerOfPower on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/aNd3QE6CIL4?si=X73tXdUxZ9qS_LXE }