#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

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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.?

LOATHING THAT FEAR JUST AIN'T ENOUGH #RareEarthIsEnough #OneFamousFormation #ComeWithMe #MA #WORDup

FAMOUS FORMATION, IT'S TRICKY

In every sense of the word, before and after the facts of life have been disclosed, dissolution

Above & below the thing itself, there’s something occult occurring before & after death of us

Not only are we cremated, lost at sea or buried underground but also our spunk’s cut loose

Herd of cows with fewer bulls than the requirement for survival, drink milk, eat steak blues.

Looking up is what happens when you’re out of control, an introspection out folds of an onion

Even may whistle Dixie on the way to the courthouse, to sign the agreement to be The Union

Confederation of crop holders who grew the seed & expected the profit resisted taxation’s sin

And so forth and so on, infinity on the lamb as the implosion of the Void begins at a holy one.

Who is upset with the only way that things on planet Earth can be, out or in utero, just as I am

You may not be in communicado, but I am, these thoughts going with one word being spoken

Executive orders are the final nail in the coffin of socialists of the states of Republicans united

Word up, just a manner of speaking sound agreed upon by the minions who inhabit the dead.

Love to be wrong, incorrect about my highly probable assumptions & undeniable conclusions

Ridiculous as your parents formed your psyche to the form it inhabits on every star, my sons

Harmony during strife is all that counts to survive the psyche assault with nunchakus of gold

Turning the world into clay before the ultimate annihilation, ash of leftover trees so I’m told.

Mash sound & light to be smelled & tasted all out of touch in the configuration of 360 degrees

A 3-d figure of two hemispheres in alignment, form & shape of all there is everywhere about

Gangs will be jailed until deported on day One, on the second ad infinitum, thank you please

Part of the die from one through six throws craps & snake eyes that’ll make your heart seize.

Play you cards right and keep them close to your vest to cover up the secret of a winning hand

It had to be, someone bet on the full house when all four deuces pulled away the rubber band

You win some & lose some, if you’re lucky more wins than losses for your past, a future shock

There’s been a schism of the schizoids who think the past ain’t got standing, I just wanna rock.

No matter what you believe, it’s highly unlikely that you have adopted a false narrative too

Until now, you believed you were always cool with the rhythm & blues of the song, so blue

Chills up and down the spine because the dope ain’t workin’ to kill the pain, to dumb down

What a shame, what a waste but there’s no choice, no free will, it’s the angels’ low moan.

Slowly you turn, see what you’ve missed? Nothing at all and there won’t ever be again

Don’t shoot the messenger, you’ve got the 2nd amendment, but I crash into a lion’s den

No use in negotiating with terrorists, they cheat, they steal because you schooled them

Harry and Don have the whole shebang wrapped up, it’s all about control of THC Stem.

You ain’t black, you ain’t white, you ain’t a permutation of the rainbow, so just pretend it

Get enough people to agree with the situation and you’ve become one of the many sticks

In the end as in the beginning there’s a fail-safe that prevents the misconception of tricks

Let it all hang out as if you don’t care one way or the other what another thinks in the pit.

Long lives may or may not be successful, short lives may be the most successful, it’s said

Things that needed to be done in a life once lived, reincarnated the memory of the dead

Now that’s the way the ball bounces, it may or may not be Free Will, it may be a joker’s

Dreamer having the dream we call life on Earth, in the head, in the dream, mother F’ers.

Birth and death of the 208 bones you’ve evolved from the sperm & an egg of your prequel

You have had nothing to do with the apparent choices which were all predetermined swill

Skullduggery gone down in front of your very eyes, still you didn’t put two & two to sum

Easy yet difficult to circumvent conundrums occurring at random, myself, I’m born to run.

If not me then who could be responsible for my behavior? A mighty amorphous entity?

Or my human parents since I’m all too human myself, it’s not their fault that I act chitty

All my fault, my responsibility for the things I cause & their inevitable effects, every one

None are not many, but some are either one & the same or a dream within another One.

You have me underneath your skin, in a manner of speaking, we’re crossing a foot bridge

Over the river that covers the gold of the capitol, we walk & ride across from over there

Pinned a place on the map when I was blind & stoned, it’s where I would go & stay forever

Dropped a deuce and although few know the reference, it’s the Truth of God’s dams of her.

Creeps of crypts in your closet behind your hung short skirts & long sweaters, a choice too

Silly big & little hunks of flesh & 208 bones to mix it up with the DNA pool, just like a fool

Not that you have a free will or a choice, it’s beyond good & evil, this is a wonderful thing

After the fact, it’s different and never the same because it’s not supposed to be, #f#c#ing.

There’re dead men who left their legacy from their own dead ancestors, unknown to us all

Very good and the most excellent come only from what we understand with no doubt call

Amplifiers blast out the electronic transfer of twangin’ & pluckin’ A’s to the G’s arpeggios

Always alone yet everything all together without a mess, all Order without Chaos’ blows.

Dopamine in the smoke, why it’s called the dweeb’s dope, it’s a sedative for future shocks

It comes in waves from a surprise attack with zeroes to the H-bombardier back of a B-52

Monkeys in the jungle or in the zoo, could be me or you but we’re just the naked ape stew

Don’t taste well to cannibals but they eat anything, they’re full of it & soon, a trigger cocks.

Facts of life are in the epistemology, buried within the deductions there are infinite quarks

As always, reflection of the things themselves requires an observer whether genii’s or dorks

Seriously folks, this is no time for pretenders to give it a shot, need the saving grace of IT

Critics are inside of my house as uninvited guests who know it all & then some, bull’s s#it1

Take a breath, take a knee for the national anthem because you hate your ancestors’ stone

Songs sung, prose on a philosophical jag to show how long you can go wrong, like a drone

Playing games & cheating on the one that I love, the one inside of me, you know it’s all me

Brought outside of the form it has no standing & can be obliterated into oblivion, ain’t free.

Sight unseen still imposes the hurt and it’s impossible to forget about it, now or then, git git

You may need a couple of shots and a Modelo chaser because this is going to get rough chit

Kansas City blimp to Seattle or to Bangor, matter moves in the intended direction, gas’ over

No chance leftover from the game, rules at the finish line, mission impossible, a divine lover.

Chicago stinkin’ to high heaven, Indian preserves by the boneyard named after Sainted ghost

Some height above seven feet gets the vision of giants lookin’ down on the creepin’ holy host

Mankind ain’t too kind to the women, attempting survival of the most fit, failing miserably

It’s alright with everyone dead & alive, there’s no harm & no foul, in hiding, shots & bubbly.

Too much is too much, mama used to say, enough is enough, a tautological nightmare too

I didn’t know until I couldn’t get the answer to the question, I forgot how God got so blue

Forget about being the mighty strong thing that nothing can usurp without murdering God

That’s impossible, famous formation cannot remain alone, get over it, wait for Time, hotrod!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ High Noon PMPST

{ Penned this without a pen while jammin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (full version 18”) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs?si=boICQ1XDdmX3gosV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GANGSTAzPARADISE #ChickAboom @CaitlinClark #FemaleAtheleteOfTheYear #JohnWick5 & #3 TOO! #OptimusPrime #TheBangSessions @Van_Morrison @Keanu_Reeves #NeverForgetDECEMBER71941

F D R

PEARL HARBOR - NEVER FORGET ZEROS' BLOOD

R. J. STIPULATIONS

Revolting the revolution in revolving reruns, controversy empty without me & you fool

Dreams ended with the #Woke and #Awakened struggling for survival in the gene pool

All the DNA in the world will not cause anything mortal to become immortal, cosmic soul

Chopped liver is better than hard liquor & weed you got in your stache, drag a deep hole.

Y’all got into the gaol but you’re the sheriff & you got the badge of courage, you are Dope

Not the bad thing of addiction but the one everybody wants & needs, like a whistle of hope

Complicated like your mother and father meeting in the darkness, original sin of the climax

Beginning of the finale on the way to a curtain call encore, it’s what it’s all about, the sex.

Clearly the beginning of the end when total extinction is the far away goal of mankind’s ilk

Back against the wall again & you’ll never guess the reason, so I’ll let you know, beer is milk

Get higher than kites that go no further than a stratosphere, astronomical cosmos all in knots

Catastrophic ending to the spontaneous interruption of Time and Space, imagine, we robots.

Wealth in the breath you’re gifted just because you survived the attempted murders of Me

By the by, it’ll all be water under the bridge but right now, I’m in revenge mode, sailin’ the sea

No boat or ship, no canoe or raft, Love shut down my needs, desire all of it, monster bull ‘S’

Rebels, under-the-skin fools livin’ underneath dirty rocks pounding in Jesus’ God nonsense.

That don’t confront me much, stabilize the confrontation in an invisible catastrophe, Big Bang

As above it is so below, differential dimensions 360 degrees around the Singularity of Yin Yang

See and hear, smell and taste what can’t be felt in the hands’ skin, left over in skull and bones

Retrieval of The Silence is the goal of the noise, metal to metal grinding, Matter left all alone.

This is all you get, the unknown remains and the known perishes like dust in the west winds

Marvelous to be & not to be, the life of the things themselves, atoms to dolphin dorsal fins

Aftereffects of the afterthought before the mind appeared out of nowhere special, in my head

Outside my face, it makes no difference other than to pass the Time in Space, dreamin’ in bed.

Runs up your nylons are never gonna win that race, barefoot & pregnant keeps fidelity rising

No time for regrets and guilty consciences resulting form roaming the field, just like playing

Games with rules you either know or you don’t, in every case, every reaction will fade away

As if it never had the chance to become a zygote, fertilized egg in the nest/womb of the day.

In every language on Earth from #PigLatin to complicated #Rap-a-licious signals with pistols

Check out old TV in old B & W, talkin’ Cisco Kid, Wyatt Earp, Marshall Dillon or Mather's

Quitting the ovulating teens from reproducing the species before the baby-daddies got gigs

Grampus & Grandmas got you as the center of an attention, want the DNA to survive trolls.

Interest given on the millions you’ve never earned but it’s your accumulation of God gold

Wealthy yet just began kiss the wiped derrieres of the ones who count your debits’ cache

Banked & shadow dancin’ like true loan sharks, catchin’ you on flip sides of ol’ successes

Law and three-piece suits are what they are, stealing the faux appearance, order of things.

Up in the sea or down in the upper atmosphere’s sky, disguised the black as illusory blue

Reminding nobody that this life, this existence of each of us living today und yesterday too

Are the remnants of the Big Bang, in trailer parks or out on the prairie in a Tee, it’s all good

As long as the spirit arrives into the skull & bones, a monster is created to get cookin’ food.

I heard her singin’ in the shower, in my mind, she’s not here and now any longer, I was hers

Where in this world could a place be better than right here by my handsome face, I’m fierce

Needs and desires fulfillment my adaptation to the survival of my 208 bones, top of the stack

Every day & every night from this to the last spin of Earth, I’ll love the soul stuck to my back.

All chills gone in a New York Minute, up to uplinked emotional spurts of adrenaline’s gluons

Better than butter which of course is whipped cattle milk for the calves who never get it, sons

Full-on victory for well-fed human herds on 7 continents, rich & poor will die in a Grand Slam

Promised by a phantom to save them from corpus dillecti when Nothing can, that’s It, Bam!

Shoot all of the messengers, burn all of the books, hide the Truth in Occult vaults of #AlienX

It’s not the fault of the ignorant that they’re deceived to believe lies & deny truths about sex

Facts of Life are all One and the same, Many have come from the One, subatomic, Singular die

Fins are up, since you’ve got no choice, you’ve been swept out to sea by the tide, isle #Yuletide.

I kid you not, it’s been said that one way or the other, in the end, everybody gives it up high

Here and now, one door opens & another door closes on the points of no return to this sky

Underground burial or immersion in the salted, dead seas’ & oceans’ leftover H2O battleaxe

Divine worthiness of your egocentric Id is your ticket to paradise, we think, we’re la bombax.

Idolizing the memory of the spirits of all, passed away skulls and bones left over and out of it

Bog of swamp muck surrounding your mansion’s mote, keep your chin up, breathe out of Chit

Nobody can hold it in very long, what goes in must come out or ill-disease results in predation

Oxygen and hydrogen-two, essential with rare elements of silver, gold and calcium deposition.

Oh, y’all thought you’d be rewarded after bodily expiration, sad but true, it’ll all be over, caput

Dreams and hauntings of the critical thinking mind you inherited by accident becomes a foot

From the edge of the universe’s dark void looking inside out, like a brown tide of Savoy, alas!

Egregious form of the shape of things, complexly simple conglomeration of free radical blasts.

There is a will to power of everything, it’s probably a #Clusterphuq of data in a tangled web

Display an asterisk for the follow up reference to a morsel, a smidgen or byte of Dataset celeb

Coming from underneath the muck and mire, ad infinitum, Free Will defunct, without power

Punked by the minions, just a phallic head and mutant voice-over, yet wise as a lawn mower.

Seriously or flippantly, I declare that I have no knowledge of anything more than Plato or Kant

In every case, to know is to assume conclusions based on assumptions, all impossible to know

Foreign to Earth from the moon to the stars in this & all other galaxies, the Cosmos’ epistemics

Models formed as red blueprints, I am holding the adversary off alone, bare handed & free.

Of a drink called Squirt, it puts a grin on your chin, standing alone without the crutches’ fly

Get some Devil Dogs to #Loose when WAR is waged, things themselves to the beats of battle

War on US enemy shores, if another one stands, I’ll send your life, come to a nightmare, son

Got brimstone for the lucky to be dead & gone, none will walk, none will have teeth, all gone.

One marine, with a need to bleed when the light goes green, one of a kind, deadmen survive

No standing alone, last to go, hardcore to the enemy, soft to my kin, baby boys’ & girls’ hive

Hell has no feeling I won’t overcome, bring the Devil himself, gonna force the #Turnaround

In a hot fire, OORAH Marines, #GetSome & say good night to Jesse & Sophia, heroes of One.

Halls of Montezuma to shores of Tripoli, the battles come and go, equipped to end the scuffle

Oorah, Git Some, Dogs to loose, War is waged, fill a need to bleed, so God smiled on the Corps

Rivers of blood runnin’ under your feet in the swamps, jungles and meadows of Oz’s wizards

Now, communicate, now hear this, deny your Ends to your peril, ready? Marines are brutal.

Gone further than the Yin and Yang were willing to go, beyond the force of the Void Devil

Hell being the Hades scheduled for the Evil who embody the Live Fear on the windowsill

March on this, chew on K-rations, drink pilled-pee & say night to Jessie, where chit blazed

Strong survive & for certain the bombed die, natural for dogs to loose, War jungle waged!

Here now, there’s a few gasps of breath left, nobody knows which one’s the last, kill more

Death does that to every living thing, subatomic or macroscopic solar systems, Marine Corp

1st Marines take on every communist who knows nothing of Marx or Einstein, singin’ a song

Warriors all over Space dispersed from 1st detachments, wings with skills on simmer, Score!

On a scale which has a zero in the middle of positive & negative integers out of order lineup

The stipulations have not only recommendations but also more importantly, a #Swifty D-cup

Million to one, a billion to one and it’s not my intent to repeat up to the Supreme Court dock

If the stream’s strong then the Force has the power to cause change, effective as a cock block.

Once happiness has cause pleasure and satiation, then and only then will the Life be copacetic

Nothing but the best things happen to the good & the ugly, the bad move subatomic evil slick

All things are a molecule in one form or another, from barnacles to triplets of human mothers

Electrons, neutrons & protons annihilate all 999 forms of life, slap me 5 Outerspace brothers.

Straight A’s didn’t get you into Yale or Stanford but it was your ticket to elite military groups

U.S. Intelligence as the foundation for keeping this Liberty we cherish & fight back the coups

Of all the dead heroes who gave their lives so that you & yours feel safe to party-on, I salute

Shook my phone for a response, just rates dropped so my yield increased beyond a law’s suit.

Pull and push the handle so that it’s open or closed at will, high-heeled boys with low sparks

No means yes & vice versa in the bizarre world without mothers & fathers, big dogs run parks

Trees, bushes, grass & ponds in pristine condition on the outskirts of the metropolitan locality

Crime defined as breaking ten commandment, punish as a necessary condition of humanity.

Disobedience to One Law or many laws with zero tolerance will lead to the contradiction con

Playing a game with the results a payoff in gold or tender, maybe a trade-off property owned

Big time or tiny space you can’t make increase it’s modus operandi if it’s not in the code, son

Predilection for more Time when you’ve run ut is a moot point, no more cash to be loaned.

On to conclusions, all deduced or become induced from the veracity of false assumptions

Consequential justice for the ignorance of the crimes and punishments of odd prosecutions

Mitigation of words, proof without any doubt that the Truth is deduced so very reasonable

Far away, much further than the farthest place in Space, out of this world, you ring my Bell.

All hands on deck, we have boots on the ground adversely affecting the extinction of life

Not only just the answer to the meaning of existence but all tight spots ready for battle

Defense & offense merge for the perfect nonsense & defense of the command’s ordinance

For the last time, wake up before it’s too late, your father’s orders, come on, Let’s Dance!

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Vendredi, Freezember VI^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Opened this can of worms while jammin’ to @BadCompany #ShootingStar & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EaZZRrWxAN8?si=0StR03TBrpwM2Y84 }

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EVERYBODY'S GONE SURFIN' U.S.A. #JacuzziJack @WashingtonHuskies @TheBeachBoys

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

I GET AROUND

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As cool as the spit in your mouth when you’re lost in the dessert without a canteen of H2O
Sudden impact of the darkness’ starlit sky with the dessert calls of night creatures of blow
We can’t see the Truth since there seems to be none available without the fool proof cons
Pulling in the gullible to the nest of snakes, a lair of lions, either way, y’all gonna still die bro!

Divided and conquered before you knew it, let your guard down from the tight gripped trip
Solo in and out of the mix, compound is the nest’s creature in & out of the ovum’s wet slip
Lower below the uttermost echelon of the pit, it’s the one you see when you look out below
Hot or cold, in five to ten minutes, the corpus will become dillecti and you’ll pucker for blow.

Home or far away on the opposite side of the base of origin, still under One star’s galactics
Mercy in the cage when the crack stays open long enough to leak out the open gash for kicks
Liberty to lie as if the Truth mutates into it’s own contradictory, propositional logic, all mothers
Knew they’d find the trouble with making love, conception of the viral punks made by fathers.

Fear you’ll die, you’re right on the money, hence get busy & do what you got to do, no time out
It’s the game that is On, it ain’t Off until I say so, you’ll hear my last gasp, it’ll be your last doubt
That I was always the One that kept the motion in locomotion, the loco was all in my own mind
Cool or slippery when wet, hot potato, the species spits in slits, fires up mitosis of the third kind

Billing the mothers and fathers for being too lonely not to commingle DNA, can’t be all alone
Love & Hate alternate, a kiss first & then a final divorce decree, separation of a daughter’s son
Colors white to black, auditory vision in 3D for the initiation of the extinction, all too humane
Like it or not, no choices for the minions, be The Ball, dribble, shoot, score & drive me insane.

Dams of the gods, kept the gas combo of liquid close to the vest, to fish & wash the funk out me
You got some too but you can’t admit the Truth to anyone, the Word can’t get out, the gods see
Happy girls & disgruntled sons of the happy girls get together for holidays that ain’t gone south
Fried, cooked, seared, baked, heated, burnt out mind that eats all words put into the big mouth.

Guessed correctly because there was no choice, freedom or servitude are a flip of the switch
All we have can be eliminated in a heartbeat, then it’s all over, hot karma exchange for justice
No more time left for the unborn nor the dead & gone, timelessness got nothin’ on me, bitch
Stay long time, a quickie won’t do, marry your daughters to the androids who won’t take a pizz.

Fools congregated for the preachers to mend from their lives of random chaos, pretenders all
No chance for a second chance and there is all there is to it, jumpin’ for my love & yours, call
Me when I hear your voice makin’ a move on me, One star in One constellation’s psycho funk
Jump even higher than your feet could ever fly high for you, like magic you can smash a dunk.

Ready and waiting behind the curtain like the wizard that never was Oz or a wicked west witch
All the right moves in synchronicity with the essence that preceded all of the existence, beotch
Filters clear, only catchin’ the truth & a slow groove, all the lies about the nature of Love’s kicks
Slow hand at the end of two arms that realize the place in Space that evokes the stars in chicks.

Global thermonuclear exchanges & fast moves to be the king of ballistic missilery, megatonnage
You have never had anything like the thing itself but you need it to graduate into Troclom Tricks
Where in the blazes that may be is what this here & that there are all about, no more nor less
Something that never existed before the conception, dream within the dream’s infinite clicks.

Alright now then there’s a lot of karma comin’ down on my soul now at 72, I put it off for a few
Now, the chickens have come home to roost, rebels and the Yankees all know it’s all about gold
Contracts to force the deal to be square, nobody gets away with murder, all about cosmic stews
Gas within a dirigible is in a constant loop of hydrocarbons malfunctioning as if God’s got Blues.

Tricky as what no other effect has ever followed, daughter, sister & mother all wanted screws
So, I fled into the flight of the Air Force that inducted my 12 years of unmarketable scout skills
It’s a drag to have wasted that time doin’ this & that thinkin’ patches and badges of old fools
Leaders who malfunctioned & then tried to pass it on down to the minions in the mass’ Pool.

Rock in the world, all that’s left of the supernova, 7 notes of treble and bass puttin’ on the Ritz
Recall the gravitational Void will appear but nobody will know, existence will be broken into bits
What they are precedes the essence of what we are, still runnin’ around the clock, 24/7 bad sin
Know it’s gonna end, even though I love forever to be, repairing the malfunction, fix extinction.

Everybody knows, you know & I know that it’s all about the California girls Sacto to Corona town
Sitting on your fence waiting for you to mock my indecision to get down on one side or another
There’s no help on the way, there really isn’t any justice here or in the after-life, you’ll judge it
Not for me to say, que sera, whatever will be will be, future’s ours to see, it’s divinity’s gambit.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It’s a really dusty road to be on with no broom or a blower, you’ll see nothing clearly, Everclear
Inebriated ought to be aware, to survive as the most fit do, you must exude fierce power, fear
Nobody that confronts your face or back is allowed to violate a tiny mind’s eye of work today.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @1705 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uU0BOyQRjWM }

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