HONOR HIGH MINDED HITS OF MANKIND #UnPhuqenBelievable #Jordan vs. #Peyton

HOMO SAPIENS SPECIES’ ONE FORM OF VENUS

Into the plethora of the universe’s extraterrestrial, extraordinary forms of matter, One too

In the first place, I came in last place in the 1 ¼ mile run in basic training, almost code blue

I mean, what a way to begin the four-year tour of duty during the Viet Nam War of the gods

Don’t get me started on that, don’t change the subject & I don’t care if you object hotrods.

At large, down to the microscopic, invisible to the nekid eyes of all too human hindsight tea

All we have and will ever have at any time, every single atom of every element, gold to lead

Black Ken dolls are sold-out at $75.00 per pop, you will find it in a dump in a hundred decades

Blind boys and girls grow third-eye insight into spinning the Earth, overrunning the pirate raids.

Y’all tend to overlook the seemingly mundane amidst the grandeur of celestial events, yet

‘tis often in these humble elements where the true marvels lie, intricacies of life itself’s bet

One interplay of forces both seen & unseen, weave fabric of our existence, even you genius

Much like those proverbial Black Ken dolls, valued at $75 apiece, only to eventually find us.

Wander in place, in the refuse of history, our perception of worth is fleeting, all that remains

 All temporary forms of matter are going to collapse due to gravity’s atomic dance, into a dot

Simply fundamental choreography of universal pains, expansive Void collapses, it’s for sale

Begin as idiot or evil genius finish the human race’s desperate search for one gold holy grail.

Miss your glue in the factory, it used to be your horse, you rode & fed, kept healthy as a stud

In a corral or on ice or prairie, this species and every species from eagles to wolves’ blood

All depend on the Earth twirling, wobbling, as long as it takes to stop your breathing hearts

One real beating muscle keeping the blood animated head to toe, Time is all abstract arts.

Hourglass full of dry sand falling with gravity past a narrow, tiny hole, it ain’t a rock sundial

Shadows all appear to move when it’s the thing above & below the shadow traversing a mile

Illusion revealed yet another day, another dollar, taxed at 25% of the Take, you seen Richie?

Dig my man, get out of town before it’s too late, to the Pacific, old men survive close to sea.

Spirits may be in alcohol or just the ghost inside of us all feeling scrambled in a dense fog

Park in front or up on top of the lot, go to the bad guys’ leader & eliminate the mind’s bog

We the people, germs in a grounded chunk of mish-mash without logic or reason to be me

Right or Left, wing or talon, annihilation of obliterated freedom of y’all, oh say can you see?

Reaching so far out into the emptiness, angels aren’t allowed, only the conceived germs

Ova or gamete of a fake messenger, First Cause of a Last Effect, soil chock full of worms

Pinched me to make certain I’m awake because this appears to be a nightmarish dream

It too will pass, I’ll pass, we’ll all pass, one way, toll road, freeway, bell tolls, so scream.

Instant coffee tastes better than nothing at all, pretend it’s freshly brewed, drip-dry bean

By the time you get to the next place in Space you’ve gotta go, you’ll be jacked up & mean

Addiction to air of Earth and the recycling of the matter through our mouths & it’s all O.K.

Miracles happen but nobody knows it until after the fact, a post-card two weeks after vaca.

Kill the Buddha because I am that, that I can tell you, don’t cast aspersions at the bullseye

You will never hit the mark, ready, set & go as many times as you’d like, it’ll make you sigh

Just get over it, forget about it, don’t play games on a computer, you’ll forget, Homer Doah!

On the buds from the gods, grown in a bubble of love, which way is UP? Yeah, you know!

Mental or physical ways to consider options for survival in the middle of chaos’ jerk-offs

Some close relatives, all know who they are, yet others who don’t have any Jaeger coughs

Rolling rocks and pebbles too big or too small to be Stones, legendary word rhyme tuneage

Picasso Rembrandt, Bach or Beethoven roll over for a price, take a cannoli, it’s all the rage.

Going beyond sight and sound, left with touch, feeling, smelling before tasting, on the Right

FBI, CIA, FCC & #China are in the control of the way things are going, crash into the boom

Writhing hands, running feet going around in circles, nowhere else to go, begin it all again

Ad infinitum, lie about the Truth, you know Nothing, you lie about Everything, Mortal’s Sin.

Dudes and chicks, cocks and babes, print out the Word, it’s made by the Flesh, you are It

What rules do you use? Monkey shines have roots, you know naked apes, as above below

Mothers died in childbirth without knowing the father of the triplets, maybe three daddies

Paying the price, it’s the going rate for robbing scum bags & saints, Soul is on ice, a Hole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercedi, 4-9-2025 A.D. 0808 hours PST

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No offense intended by the following tale about all better halves amongst y’all, species’ sex

Funk in the cells, mean RNA dealin’ with the compliant DNA, it’s all about the witches’ hex

Upon our children’s tetes, their children, our great-grand parents back to the Origin Hades

Paradise ain’t being all alone on Earth without a side-kick, good or stormy weather shades.

Monkeys just apes without the clothes, no fear of private part exposure to Earth’s bug scat

Knowledge isn’t the power it used to be, all you needed to know was where you get cash at

Down the block on the corner where all the plans are made to lift other people’s property

Take the taxed alcohol & taxed leaf of tobacco or marijuana no offense to arrested defense.

Clean bill of health, born to be wild, tamed to keep the power in hands that risk extinction

All minds and bodies on the same page, the book is written in code, it’s the grace in a Sin

Mortally venial, wisdom of the soul’s mind, holy nobody, it’s devastating, sealing the deal

I signed the paper in blood, but it was your blood not mine, I don’t run on purple, for reals!!

Offense meant to be just like this, the shoe fits so wear it, if not then forget about it in total

Harps playin’ in virtual reality, ready for you to exist immortally without food or shelter Hell

Comprehensive and full of nothing but the annihilation of love and hate, it’s already all gone

Just as it was the day before the Big Bang, you can’t recall, you weren’t present, no i-phone.

Text or not, here and now is all there is for every single atom, every molecule comes & goes

Ad infinitum, as far as we all know, we guess the rest with education & pedicured ten toes

Bring all your tools in the toolbox, there’s no time to waste, screw & pound the points home

Do the drill, keep in tune, you’ll have a single moment to decide, now or whenever in Rome.

Played by players, now thinking the same way, identical success as the rest of humanity’s

Becoming the best player in the game keeps all power within until the Will to Power release

Then and only then the escape performs it’s only function, drilling down into the deduction

Complex or simple premises assumed to be true, force the full house hand, my mortal sin.

I know what you’re thinkin’ about, it’s just how to stay warm bein’ a cool cat in a kaboodle

Pinching myself & I am certainly awake, here & now, I will be then & there if I ain’t a GD fool

Which I ain’t, in my humble opinion, I have become what the seed & egg left in the RNA mix

Spelling the spells leaves gibberish only a ghoul or goblin may comprehend, in a quick fix.

No way getting to go in through the back gate, it’s padlocked to keep the rats out, stashed

Rats don’t work, RIP off workers who’re all too human, above & below, hey baby, nice rack

To keep the species in tact during mass mutation, necessary & sufficient radiation, get back

Funk turns out to be all there ever was, your life disappears without a peep, granite gashed.

Really reality is distorted beyond recognition, used to think it was all there was, it is not it all

Part of the whole which is complete surrounded by an empty Void, there’s the Truth for y’all

Changes in your chemistry changes your body & mind, shelter is all over, fed baby to corpse

Bipedal or slither, crawl, jump or fly about the ecosystem’s matter, Matter is the Rock force.

A star out of power, only a hot core of a hot mess leaving nothing at the end but a black hole

Nothing‘s wrong with white holes, they don’t devastate the entire ecosystem, mare to a foal

I mean no offense, yet I will offend without guilt, you’ve been warned Christian-Jew-Hindus

Atheists & too high priests smokin’ the same sacrifice to the Void, God’s dogs barkin’ Blues.

Junk in the bums arms & between toes for the sake of morons who addict them, hot damn

Look no further than your enemies who you & I keep close to the vest, one eye open on ‘em

Never turn your back without backup covering our blind side, takin’ chances, sudden death

Mountains to climb, oceans to float across, gangsters and saints in concert, it’s the wraith.

Hot or frozen-stiff colder than a witch’s teat, which anyone knows cannot feed the babies

No way to inseminate the evil that’s alive in the abandoned orphans of Woman, Love sees

It’s going to end in extinction, sooner or later, do not shoot the messenger, Darwin-Lamarc

It is here, however the method of creating atoms out of an absentee father-god, bark, bark!

Hot dogs get it, backwards in divine order, priests of the sacrifice & lambs drunk in hot stew

Hearts beat the blood up & down through the canals, a force invisible feels just like love too

You und nobody else ever born on Earth have had a lick of knowledge & wisdom, so Ghetto

Sho’ nuff, y’all either get it or you’ll never guess, trust the Truth, open eyes to a mortal blow.

Blunder busting is the way to get down to the bottom of the quest for Truth, blown A-bomb

Fission pulled up on the fusion and made the mushroom cloud spread as above the clouds

So below, the fallout radiation entered all water & ground to immerse the blown-up poisons

Thanks the gods for the creation of the animal who fosters the Extinction of Homo Sapiens.

Tops of Everest to the bottom of the darkness’ void of the Mariana Trench, without H2O rock

Imagined meteor with Hydrogen and Oxygen and Nitrogen, caught in the ecliptic God’s sun

To be or not to be is a question if and only if you don’t know the answer, we all know the key

Inside or outside of the thing, there’s Nothing at all, certainty is tantamount to Being me.

Now it’s time for all good & bad men & women, boys and girls all in the set of Live Bait

To attract any beings in this universe who need to eat something other than their hate

Bums and junkies the same as they were at conception & birth, trash to come and go

Without knowing you’re already gone, alive as if you’re immortal, death will be a blow.

Pierce the veil, tear down that wall between the ones who work and ones who cannot

Share your blood, sweat & tears with the lazy and incapable, you’ll remain heaven sent

You’re pretty, you’re beautiful, you’ll age like wine reflecting that you ain’t the ale or beer

What you are is what it is, substance and form in random recombination, I am Yogi’s Bear.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 3-30-2025 @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out the jam listenin’ to #TheGhetto by @DonnyHathaway https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qF2pGUo1b7E }

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