My Dinner With Andre #SaveMeFromThisPrison #HelpMeGetAway

SHORT PEOPLE & GOLD AMOUR

In and out of Gold’s same thing over and over again, ad infinitum, it’s matter & form

Moved the unmoved mover over to the left then over to the right, final dropped worm

Like a hit of LSD-25, grubby little fingers want to get their hands on it, it’s all a trip too

From the beginning to the end when you come back to your Earthly mind, God blue.

At the end of the universe, your consciousness blinks and it’s all over, ain’t no heaven

Believe me or believe a stranger who wrote a bunch of words in a foreign tongue, in Zen

Lies and Truths told together and mixed into a cornucopia of daily menudo for mamas

And papas who raise the tiny taxpayers, teachin’ them how to lie, it’s no problem, Roz!

Hills left, foothills and mountains with piles of trials, full of smiles and tears of heaven

Heroes and villains swap stories and get to the end before you fall asleep in bunkbeds

Short people with little heads and little eyes, tiny feet keep short steppin’ on the get go

By the end of Time, we all run out of Space the day we die, or so I’m told, it’s all a show.

Reduce to my absurdity which is Life has meaning if you create one, if not, it’s a wash

Dime a dozen for lives on Earth, absurd to be here & have blind faith you’re immortal

Y’all ain’t, I ain’t, nobody ever was conceived & born on Earth, all mortality to quash

Dreaming, word for it, do due diligence, Truth is, yo’ mama wears combat boots, y’all!

Fooled the fools long enough, baby legs standing up for themselves, dirty, little-minded

Function of the calculus remains unseen, unknown & a byte of noxious scat, reminded

Hemp to make the rope and blitz the brain’s mind, lookin’ through smoke, it’s all a lie

Easy to see but not as easy to sell to the blind faith believer, gotta get ‘em really high!

On the way to the end of the Life you got lucky enough to partake of, take a deep breath

Blow out the hot air and take a bow, go down low to the place nobody can find at death

Behind eyeballs’ grey matter, ideas so invisible that they weren’t here in the first place

Chimera in sequence, appears to animate dead-air, God enjoy my moody phuq’n face.

Weirdo a way to be here & now, behaving with anti-social nasty, two little barefoot peds

Outside of the set of normal people, this set of outstanding moronic, idiotic holy scree

Mass making appearance as atoms conglomerated, form lookin’ visible ‘til it disappears

Soul is the form and shape the atoms glue to the side of reality, animated Matter in arrears.

Hope and Faith to yield the Charity required to remain at One with the chaos, understudy

Script is good but it’s not the reality of the dialogue, I’m takin’ over the whole show, buddy

You’ll see the light sooner or later, final gasp of air & last blink of light in the black Spaces

Ready, get set, daddy said to call him daddy, I did, you didn’t & now, alive, tickled all races.

Earth, a lonely ball of burned-out star left-overs, home to the livers & deadheads evolved

Dead meat is the food we eat, dead plants of a myriad of species, masticate & defacated

Holy host above & the other One that stays #DownLow, creative & impersonal as dead air

Pines & spruces, grow from seeds & burn to ash as the Ends of Big Bangs’ Cro-Magnon lair.

Riding through the ghettos in Cadillacs and Teslas, the gamblers and drug dealers strive too

Speak easy or be quiet, either way it’s the reality of things, forms of matter purple and blue

Hoodlums & saints full of grace came from the same place, woman’s dark, inner sanctuary

Now hear this, when I die there’ll be one less soul to pretend that holy God’s born of Mary!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 11-15-2025 A.D. @ 111 AMPST

{ Drafted in a ferocious style fully ½ asleep & jammin’ to #RetroJazzNight#SAXOPHONES&88’s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/c0FxvfHmzn4?si=-yrzJv3clL2xrKte }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AfraidItsAllBeenWastedTIME #AutumnLeavesFall

ROLLIN’ SEVENS FOR LOVE & HOLY SPITE, IT IS DONE

There’s a duel in progress with a new kid in town, he’s just dropped in today to Parlez-vous 
Everybody loves a holy don Juan, hopeless romantic except the ex-mates all in checkmate 
Pioneers and their descendants who fall into the black hole live in the all new millennium 
Trade for the best player on the blockchain of the matrix, winning is everything, a lump sum. 

Pouring nuts out the shells once they’ve been heated to 200 degrees above subzero temps 
Liquid RNA & DNA of the branches, roots and truckloads of scat that fell off the back of trucks 
Not bad for the ones who didn’t invest their gold in the cargo, but the gold must be recovered 
Coming or going in one way or another can be the downfall of the perps, predictable phuqs. 

I don’t mean to cast aspersions but as long as I’ve broken the ice, I’ve got more on the way 
Subjects and predicates from the annals I’ve recalled and the subsequent application display 
On my iPhone or my Android, maybe my tablet or my PC, in every case, I predict it’s all OK 
Respond with the Enter key if there’s any chance you can, only you & I will know our D-day. 

Marked words in command or not, there is only one way to get to the stars, that’s to die high 
Or low but steady as you us grok to finish the dangling modifiers leftover by the dead doggies 
Neighbors of mine were the owners of the canine crews down by seven bridge’s pie in the sky 
Played the chords & both treble and bass produced the exit strategy to refrain from the boggy. 

Blind faith all 24/7 of every week in every month, every year, every decade of mama’s placenta 
Some animals eat a leftover sack of loving feed in a bag, some let nurse annihilate it’s DNA/RNA 
Hits and misses on the money when the bull’s eye gets the points of the dart works, thoughts? 
Nobody cares about the game, rules be damned, you wanna bet me that I’ll win the hustle too? 

Film at eleven just like the news at five, it all comes back around and around until the road ends 
Dead end or invisible portal into another twilight zone just like this one was, step by step ascent 
Fire above and ice below the thing itself, such as it is, all words mock the looks of future friends 
Accidents ahead and behind your bloody mask, spell desperado & you’ve got all that God sent.

Beats I’ve walked back as a volunteer champion of protection of innocent and frail folks 
All in all, the free pain and the hunger are all worth the effort to feel the Good & evil live 
Brooms for the sweep, lasers for the disintegration, presence in practice’s pepsin-cokes 
Only you know & I know not only the Truth but also the pretend scenario about the origin. 

I rode barbwire fences, ready to roll, like right now, I did not mean to hurt y’all, yet that I did 
Desperate desperado, I am what I am, always was before I knew you, I’ll bet the goat’s a kid 
Cops and robbers, good cop, bad cop, thief in a dyslexic meltdown of the rocks & the stones 
Haymakers droppin’ like raindrops in a storm, fighting & winning, swallowin’ some corn pone. 

Fixed the Hotshots to rig the game in my favor, straight shooter can’t lose to the crooked eyed 
Complicated when you put a drink in my hand, targets get to be drifting to and fro, Jack’d up 
I’ll get a bead on it though, give me another drink first, steady’s my hand, my eye blinkin’ tie 
Fooled my own self, both the joker and the fool hard for a man to do, superman got too high. 

Thrown down with the other dogs who spell god backwards, incomprehensible as hot ice 
Melted and evaporated outside or dehydrated inside, cons are the pros who eat long rice 
Meltdowns in the reactors allow the bulletproof mud to disintegrate like kryptonite light 
Bled out and dead without turning black and blue, hero or traitor in a smash-soul fist fight. 

Jack Daniels all gone now, empty bottle black label, #49 & down to the river with my bones 
Chattanooga or up-country Georgetown, Tennessee to California, it’s Gold in the hills’ stones 
Don’t shine in rock form, yellow shine, need an ice cold beer, something about a truck & kiss 
Gonna make the ring that she’ll wear while we mate & propagate to the middle finger hiss. 

Mentioned the birds and the bees, as a natural element of being alive & needing ecstasy 
In song or just a thought that counts it’s the Truth, my ice needs more Jack whiskey, Missy 
Sweet dreams begin tonight, we’ll be knockin’ reboots, me & you because we have to, too 
Weekends just the one Saturday night, fun and sweet feelings, last call for home, woohoo!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, July VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 
{ Jammed jammin’ to #TATTOOS @MontgomeryGengtry in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T37UqfkmuY8?si=CMoGf_kZFL4-sQls & #TennesseeWhiskey @ChrisStapleton link @
https://youtube.com/shorts/qL8SbgWxtb4?si=PXVx_pnjRVwnqi2f }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#HookAndLadder #ThisOnesForYouChiefAlUndJellyBeanJoe #WhatItIs #TheRising #KingOfRockAndRolled

LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS

I LEFT FOOLS IN CHARGE

You all are way out of order because you’ve got no sense of being aware of nonsense, I see

In flight from your home sweet home to another world, far away from where you used to be

Medals and patches of achievement for the boys and girls of gangland, all seven continents

All the language mothers have taught their brood, they learned, no ten commands of gents.

As a pinch won’t cause an inch, meter or a parsec to be anything but a measure of subzero

Killer, screwed, idiot of a corpse, lover of dead meat, no hero of mine, baby mama bambino

You and I, no matter who raised us to be here & now, we are certain that we’re all mortal Ids

Egos molded from living colors of the mothers & fathers who survived the horror of the kids.

In a manner of speaking, the day you die you’ll know the Truth, expect a surprise hit to sing

Mines with the gold and silver leftover from the Big Bang, as above, so below, human races

Buried deeply at random with access to the conduit of Earth’s center core, twilight places

Hair grows on skin, needs to be shaved & cut is to identify the Time & Space of the Rising.

Listen to false teeth chatter in your mouth, in back of your lips, slap the taste out yo’ mouth

Far away from where your understanding of reality lies, there’s the actual holy, whole truth

Nothing but the truth is important, tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but it’s nudity

Doubt it all, everything, evidence can be manufactured & misinterpreted, in the naked city.

Inherited your DNA, not your fault but you now must assume, the GD mortal sin never dies

Blinded faith you believe without evidence of Truth because it is not true you know anything

Leaps beyond the words which predicate abstract, invisible concepts are unanalyzed skies

Strange brew drunks, smokin’ wacky tobacky, sleepin’ ‘til noon, y’all, I got a concert to sing.

Aggravation is what I provided to my kin from an early age, in a playpen, in a highchair too

You can’t always get what you want but I found I could get what I needed almost at will, I do

About four years old and on through to school K-12 & onto college BA, veteran’s degree ado

About nothing much more than the facts of life, you are alive & you’re gonna die, a GD fool!

Ask an astronaut or cosmonaut before they die, what they found, what they know, post sky

They can’t tell the secret they all know, no words for the Nothing appropriate to cover the lie

God ain’t there, woman & man, here and now, lucky or not, all you know is all you’ve got too

Barroom brawl, glass shattering, whiskey & ale splashin’ & drenchin’ the cowboy cold brew.

Woke up with wood the next morning, no memory of the way I returned to my bunk hung up

Bangin’ headache until the aspirin I chewed without a drink kicked into my stomach lining

Hurt so bad, I gagged, nearly barfed before I got to the can, prayed to the porcelain god too

Not long since no food was inside of me, anywhere to be found, except in proper fighter foo.

Hints about what the meaning of this whole shebang is, they go right over my head, oh man

I probably won’t like the Truth when I make my acquaintance but you gotta do what you can

Peace after War for a New York minute but it won’t last longer than a generation’s thin skin

This is the way it is, tautology, the way it is, sing it, #WhatItIs? Tempt me, cop a Temptation.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Drafted playin’ #WhatItIs by the @Temptations in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3VgoiUBU86o?si=fdVOglfBG5PIlbQT }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LaFlaca ...MOVED THE UNMOVED MOVER, AS THE EARTH TWIRLS #HOOSIERS

LA FLACA MOVED THE UNMOVED MOVER,

AS EARTH TWIRLS

Hades here on Earth is a trip you didn’t know you were signed up for, hit the nail on the cap
When the hammer comes down, wood’s split into a holy pulp, slowly leaking life, tree sap
Killing me softly or with such thunder that the gods you never knew are awakened in bolts
Sound of the clapping together of hot and cold air, one soft and the other a wall of faults.

Scares a grown man when unexpected, nothing to say other than it’s an involuntary reflex
Nothing you have any choice about dissenting with, state the categories and predicate a fix
You’re both in and out of this consciousness, being at the mercy of the medicators in chief
Neither our parents nor guardians are responsible for the cartoons we’ve gleaned, in brief.

Playing the parts you’ve auditioned for before your conception, you realize this is all there is
From whichever recollection that’s past you can recall with short-term future wild guesses
Pills down the hatch, y’all got magic spells of divinity related to our DNA blood or cold beer
Term of endearment is just one term, word out of context, French kissed a villain out of fear.

In the end of the game’s play, moving around the board in a predetermined direction about
Harlem was the street one of my favorite old girls used to live at with her folks and sister
I can’t believe how weird I was trying to hit on both sisters, next was some ol’ girl’s mother
Teenage years blowin’ fuses in my nervous system, preconception of being absent, father.

Hills and the valleys between holding the moisture tightly under & between the hard rocks
Playin’ y’all like a saxophone in a blues quartet, man it’s like this & it’s all just like that y’all
Some beach somewhere on a coast of a land mass of America, Atlantic or Pacific salt sea
North to South pole, in full orbit around the sun, wobbling & spinning counter-clockwise Z.

It rhymed but to flesh it out, Big Bang coalesced into what you see, it’s all you get in time
Yet I know nothing more today than I did the day before I was conceived or born on a dime
What the struggle is all about is just a way of being able to handle the fact that you’re dead
Too far gone to come back to the rational animal The Man has been, just go back to bed.

Coming from out of nowhere above or below where Earth spins and rolls about the ecliptic
With or without a good reason, it's the way it is because that's the way it is, that's the shtick
Fine line between halves of a full circle's two dimensions, it's impossible to turn into a sphere
Jungle of tangled vines and roots of living chlorophyll that makes oxygen from the CO2 fear.

Once in a lifetime, that’s once in a long while you will find the One who completes yin plus yang
It’s actually all in my imagination & it works like a charm, kicked back memories spent with you
Bringing the loaded bases home in a grand slam, it’s all you wished to do, a bottom of the 9th trip
@MLB #Hall of Fame, #WSChamps, NY @Yankees & Chi @Cubs, thank the gods, record skip.

Silly geese begotten by an old mother who had tales to tell about fools & heroes who come & go
Brutal beasts poison their own drinking wells, a species will self-destruct within 30 seconds, bro
@DOGE’d for the sake of the gods who haven’t analyzed the concepts yet, a Freudian pink slip
Clear light turned everything white into deep purple Indian ink, no wilf34 I shoot from the hip.

Known as the unknown ‘x’ factor, the value might be + or – zero and in the end, ad infinitum
Turning lead into gold is easy if you’ve the key recipe to produce the philosopher’s stone rum
Don’t speak to me in Spanish if you don’t what you’re talkin’ about, just STFU tight as a drum
How many times do I have to tell you today? Neatly tucked in just between the thigh, oh God!

Europe to China on down to Indian, Australian, South American, North American underground
What is the point of a circular jerk argument when it’s predictable, for shitz’ & giggles’ sound?
Harm down in the west side of the city’s sewer & refuse systems, the trash stunk, stank & stink
Mothers & daughters run the show, if it was ever otherwise, we’d already be long gone extinct.

If you wouldn’t mind, get on your mark & get set before you go, I’ll shoot a blank for the bang
Getting defensive about any confrontation clearly indicates a long shot hitting home, a bell rang
Baked brain closes the mind off from prime survival skills when danger appears as a surprise bat
Beating its wings while flying in circles around your head, in the room’s empty inner space scat.

Whispers in one ear and out of the other leave the residue of the clues’ product behind the idiots
At the apex of a pile of star cinders, in the past sacrificed virgins and now it’s @DOGE misfits
To fear what every human loathes is a healthy fear, may be your only fear, Fear itself is all of it
Nothing else matters when you fear for your survival when attacked from without or within chit.

It’s because you brought a knife to a gunfight that saved your life, causing the end of jollies
Now and then the urge to merge with the genome pulls unintended strings to loving sighs
High as the upper stratospheric atoms of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen et al, it’s a long road
Very long when you look back into the past where you’ve come from, not for me to unload.

Sing songs up and down the scale A through G, sharp or flat, minor, major, 7th or diminished
I don’t care if it makes me move to and fro to the beat and melody from somewhere we fished
Through a collection of melodious arpeggios and runs up and down scales with a rubber hose
Gone solo or in twosome at one, a gang collection of like-minded Tin Pan Alley vagrant bros.

You know what it is, avoid the shake, the rattle and the roll at your own peril, it’s just suicide
You’ll be killing the only thing important in this world, YOU & you won’t be comin’ back too
This is an everlasting sign of the Time; you can stay, or you can go but one thing is for certain
You did your best to avoid being the 1st cause of negative vibes & ending all of the mortal sin.

Was and will be what the Present can never be, eternally yours nor mine, it’s nobody’s baby, so
Take all you can glean before the cadaver posts the final gasp before rigor mortis; job well done
No free will, no free choice, it had to be the way it turned out to be, all lights went out, silencio
Sound loud & clear, video edit without a random thread, no fear to die in a dark black hole sun.

Scream when your voice is gone, when there’s no air in your lungs to come out of your face
Nothing worse than watching what’s happening in front of your eyes & freezing you in place
Troublemakers or something like it, seems to be on site at the beginning of all the rebellions
Coast to Coast on all 7 continents, there’s a #DogStardom rockin’ the freeway underpass’ sins.

Sacked kids for nothing or something that doesn’t matter at all, hot & heavy before a chill pill
You don’t show your barbarian roots inherited from the DNA & RNA created before free will
Language itself Lives in the words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters, volumes & music of a star
I stopped lovin’ you yesterday ‘cause I saw you runnin’ the pitch on a Homer, at a GDMF bar.

It was all a dream though; I woke up as I realized Life was all a dream within a dream, all caput
I rowed my boat on down the stream and found electric guitars and horns, vibes and 88’s input
Devils and angels turned their backs because they never had a back from jump street, peer stew
Mixed all of the good, the bad & the ugly found everywhere from pole to pole, ‘round us all too.

Electricity shocking your & my brain synapses to fill the cosmic wanderlust with random beats
Treble and bass, rhythm and some rhyme, it’s all in the score on the platform stanzas’ red meats
Inner sanctum is empty as above it will always be down here below us too, stuck in a midstream
No paddle or motor, no arms or legs, no fins, just some bones on a death roll, good love, scream!

Punctuate your exclamation, go ahead of the pack because you will pass them all up eventually
Ready or not, game playing is that which comes around indeed goes around in a revolution T.ball
In an alley or on an outfield or infield, regardless of divine or mortal intent alive conception day
Ignore the beats at your peril, you just need to dance and hum along, up and down the yesterday.

Money and silent monks turn the real into fake and vice versa, without feeling guilty or filthy
Even though the Truth is solid and rational, it’s incredible that it’s the case, we’re asleep, aye
Fear before you knew how to speak & listen to learn, just a way to avoid the feared & chatty
Bang One heart to your soul, “right wing & left wing on the same bird,” CarlosSantana-City.

Common complexity between our ears, under a bald or hairy skull’s thin skin, darker miracle
It didn’t have to be this way, it may have never been at all, in fact, y’all may not be at all now
Paid my bills by playing the music the fans wanted to hear over & over again, a muscle shoal
Calling the flock, the herd, the mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers who know how we all roll.

Ration out the rationality so not everyone gets an equal amount of the pot of gold, a bitter End
A little bit of this and a little bit of that added to the game of love gets you to a baby’s hot love
Fine as the points you can’t make anymore, no more candy in the store, riverbed clear fish food
Tell me about her and I didn’t hear a word, I had eyes full of heat & she was all in a good mood.

Freaks of the DNA will either cause mutation or the extinction of star ooze, which is the Unseen
Nobody knows, stay alive less than a hundred years, we’re alive just for the dying good or mean
Lucky we’re civilized & don’t eat one another, we only kill & bury them six feet deep, crypt low
Where spirit’s destination comes & goes is anywhere in the Void or the Cosmic Egg dust below.

We are here for the party even if you don’t find out ‘til it’s the luck of the draw, you never know
No chance in Hades you or I can repeat this life & do it all over again, it’s a onetime shot blow
She drank the whole bottle from Tennessee and smoked all of my buds from Thailand, my love
Natural law that if you supply the demand it’ll be consumed, it’s nobody’s fault but mine, glove!

Score is even at the bottom of the ninth inning and the clean-up batter is the Ruth, a grand slam
In or out of the trouble all boys and men enter, the end is always the same, dust in the west wind
No other way to get out of this existence other than a termination of air & blood flow, all drama
Mellow or not, the acts begin & end until the Finale achieves full climax, oh my god, Oh Mama!

Fiddling the pick-up sticks and throwin’ ‘em down in a Mattel or Hasbro flop, ready to go silent
To avoid the upset of the only stick that can’t move until the last one on the ground, lady & gent
Rather play with a top, a yoyo or hula hoop, maybe even just a game of Sorry or Old Maid cards
Ice cream man playin’ songs out of sequence of the four-dimensional chess’ game, amour bards.

 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Albert Richard Stephan, My Father’s Birthday {TODAY IN 1927 A.D.) February 27th MMXXV AD @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyFathersEyes by @EricClapton in concert #Pilgrim on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=WRG1SXl0CYTPDoR_ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

NOTHING MATTERS, SOMETHING'S WRONG, I'M ALRIGHT #CaddyShack #ImAlright I'mANuthinMan

==--0--==

IT IS ALL ABOUT THE SCUZ, CUZ!

Three weeks chock full of Time with no Space between the crooked lines, straight for the jugular

It’s a matter of ebb and flow, like the angular trajectory of the unmoved mover, ball hog haggard

Scat defined as the refused, recycled matter that doesn’t matter any longer, ring a bell if tubular

Sounds cause the hardness of hearing, in one ear & out the other, it’s time to go to the wet bar.

Pine boxes have become history, nobody gets out alive, corpses will rot with or without a tree

To cover your skin and bones is to prevent the sight of what you love turn into rotten stat cyst

Perform with force in the causes of effects, no free will to resist the futile exercise, now I see

Invisible to the dead and gone, Life remains the same, live, eat, recycle matter, cease & desist.

Your mother ain’t your father, the disease is the cure for everything, species’ extinction today

Bombs away, lightening strikes every mind to annihilate the awareness of your pretend payday

Animated cartoons on a blank screen, what babies see the adults do, they do, it’s all a put-on

Costumes and disguises of the head are what showtime’s about, academy awards the 7th son.

Pardons for everyone who violated ethics and morality on Earth, all time in space stops at zero

It won’t get any better but it may get a bit worse for a while until the operation achieves utero

Zygote to corpse was always the guy or girl next door, meet the parents & see the way it will go

When it all comes down to this, Ends won’t matter much, the soul disappears in a too low blow.

Funk is the foolish bunk left over by the Blind eyes and Deaf ears after two six-packs of ale-beer

Hot or not, it’s all about the CHAT & the GPT for you & for me, y’all have to have the gods’ fear

High or below the canopy to keep this air from escaping the bubble into the Emptiness’ vacuum

Throw it down, pass it, rush ahead, tush-push into the six & no safety for the extra point’s hum.

Harps playin’ can’t be heard at all until they increase volume & you see the light of the heavens

Hell ain’t below as it’s been said, there is no Hell, no Heaven for astronauts or gods of the DOGE

Mock me, I can’t be mocked or you’ll follow grateful dead into the cosmic dust, I’m rollin’ sevens

Equation of zeros inside the problem, it’s insoluble & a hit mystery that can’t be a cool IMOGEE.

Spreading out to boundaries of the upper crust of Earth, water of iced gods, it’s what’s up

Knowledge and what you’ll come to see is your wisdom, save you from the fear of deaths

Not only your own but also the friends, relatives and pets that you don’t kill & eat for Sup

Wise women & the baby boys they bear cannot get away with murder, not even a suicide.

Bulletproof and invulnerable to pointed arrows, there’s nothing but an hallucination to be

You will be invisible as you are when you’re asleep, momentarily, your spirit hits the scree

Why come all alive, why obey regulations, why you live just to die and be a dead zygotic Id

Ego is the thing itself, split into billions of units, coast to coast, border to border, God’s hid.

Far away from the heart in your chest, a Singularity imagined materializes, brothers’ Dutch

Y’all are goin’ all-in because there’s no free will, no choice, you are the force of the screw

Ground into the metal or the wood to fasten the parts together, screwed the elder putsch

Bums are all humans who’ve given up on Love & Fitness to Survive, boys, girls turned blue.

I deduced hundreds of conclusions to remain a survivor of the pangs of birth, thank mama

She did all of the hard work, all I had to do was choke a breath to let ‘em know I had to cry

About nothing at all except the light coming out of the total darkness into a blaze of glory

Hitting on all cylinders, the motor was ready to tick for a hundred years, being grand papa.

Hicks & the Hipsters all convened with the hot blood soaking through their cheeks & gums

Miniature or gargantuan things don’t matter much at the end, all annihilates fun & games

Screeching for the awakening of the woke, awareness of hot & cold water, melted snows

In the elliptic, a common thread, an empty space, neither atoms nor nuclei come to blows.

Arrivederci my Italian mix of RNA with the German & Gaelic DNA screams for black holes

As if the holes had an intrinsic value yet they don’t, nothing from nothing leaves nothing

Facts and factoids become the only Truth you’ll ever know, creative illusion of dreaming

Breath within the soul & release the hound dogs from the pens, it’s Hammering Time.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February X^th   MMXXV Anno Domini at 444 PMPST

{ The FIX is in, created this flambe while jammin’ to @TheDoobieBrothers #TheCaptainAndMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HCp4GQaLogo?si=-7hVfqEYrDiOW7lq  & @SteelyDan  #Gaucho side-A link 2 @ https://youtu.be/XffMNIN9FVo?si=9fIx0hgutMMrTLrN } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?