#SkipARopeFirst #OnADateWithMyHighSchoolFling #IWouldntChangeAThing

NOT A DAMN THANG PICASSO WOULD CHANGE

IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Por favor, mi amigos et amigas, listen carefully to the stone silence in this eerie sensation

In your face’s holes, eyes, ears, nose & mouth are all ready for the spirit’s exit stage right

Or up, down, even far left or right, it doesn’t matter to the nucleus that you appear in sin

Disobeyed some authority over your will to power, good, bad and ugly are your faulty kin.

Matter and the ‘x’ form it shapes to animate on Earth, fly in the wind, and sublimate in the sea

Not to mention from the wet mud that used to be flooded with H2O, grows a spontaneous me

Never heard of before conception & high probability souls die in Time, be born & then be gone

Karma, what you’ve done & what you’ll do after this moment, matters as much as a dog bone.

Masticating the eclecticism only to sublimate it into absolute nothingness, lost in outer Space

I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but still I will because I am compelled to do so, in your face

Painted the woman, sang to the woman, made love to a woman to conceive a ghostly godsend

Out of your mothers, sisters, fathers, sons and brothers will get no satisfaction in a deep End.

Apologize in advance for the pending doom in the future, which I’m solely responsible for, yet

Just saying, insinuating or lying about facts, the facts ain’t my fault anyway, we’re all gonna die

Whether you have the spells of magic or the will to power to create something from nothing

All too human or a divine conglomerate of reconfigured plethora, smoke & mirrors reflecting.

Tense in the Past & the Future but the Present is all too cool, it only lasts for a huff and a puff

Then it’s either to sleep due to the nervous system’s program to avoid overload on the Stuff

Anything you eat & swallow or breathe in & asphyxiate your bronchial passages is fuel to poop

Come over to the dark side of the moon & it’s just like the light side, dirt from the cosmic soup.

Popular recollection in the womb, swirling darkness’ feeling of being claustrophobic yet so cool

Never wanted to drop out of the hostess, but she was hurting from my burgeoning egg sample

Hence, premature birth is a million plus times better than premature death and burial in Hell

Too human for the humans, not all too subhuman or superhuman, somewhere lost in the dell.

Keeping the forward thinking movin’ up a middle path, not too far left or far right, copacetic

Dreaming or waking up and moving to and fro for pathos & comedy in store, it makes you sick

You feel me? You dig where I’m comin’ from? I’m not yankin’ your chain, I wanna know it now

Will you fall as I will on a final gasp of breath you get? I’ll try to lie down for a final, KO blow.

Astronauts knew, mission control knew, the leakers knew, to everyone else it’s a wild ass myth

UFO comes from Space & Time, humanity’s combined DNA/RNA survival collective is a Stith

Don’t ask me & I won’t tell you what this means to the minions above & below the ‘air’ plane

Hinting to satisfaction you’ll never encounter, it’s the Rolling Stones in a loop, a link of profane.

Begin where you left off and if you’ve forgotten your place, just jump right in and move ahead

Before you overheat, rest and allow the hot keys to chill out to below zero or minus ten instead

All the lesser than morons who propagate the ash and corpse fields, it’s never above or below

Being too cool to be a stiff, rigor-mortis corpse, take a rocket to the hot sun, little sis & big bro!

Itself, the thing moves as it’s been trained & modified from the savage being who had coitus

Nobody is the wiser if the spermatozoa were a mix of a party train, men who ought to pay us

But they were not only morons but also were inebriated beyond the rational limit, no reason

Yet the time moves to the next moment, you’ll see until the last moment you’ll never see, Son!

I kissed the sky when she wasn’t quite ready for my charms, I returned to grounded beef, me

It was all a dream within a dream, the computer hard drive needed a cool break, hard to free

Yet necessary and sufficient to construct an irrefutable argument to weaponize the minions’ ilk

They all know what the score is, bottom of the 9th or end of 4th, 3rd periods, on OT goat milk.

Ready or not, here we come, Oley Oley ocean, free, free, free, that’s what she said to you & me

Hook, line & sinker, we bit on the lure, sooner or later, we’d be metabolized by people or the sea

If you think that because you think, it means that you exist, then you’re a Cartesian, oh, Rene

Deduce from a twilight zone of inductive arguments, sublimate the premises, illogical, a Payday.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TheGoodOldDays in a loop @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eozVuADXPs }

GO HEAD EVE, BITE IT AGAIN

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SHE GOT DROPPED BY AN IDEOLOGIST

I, y’all were aborted in utero, and I didn’t have a voice to protest and get any justice done

I had a divine right to live, right violated by the gays & lesbians seeking species extinction

It’s their prerogative, yet they’re free to roam the world; they’ll be committing mortal sins

Time moments imagine there is Space between everything; it’s an illusory gift, ala no Spin.

Pioneers movin’ upwind from the stench of refused, recyclable scat humanity excretes all

Nothing remains from the 24/7 ingestion of the dead plants and animal meat digestion pall

Bearing the good, the bad and the ugly all in one set of 208 bones, a form appears ape-like

I never knew why I love to be a pirate on Halloween, apparently, I’ve reincarnated One soul.

Decisions based on deductions from incredible premises, which are at best blinded by light

Reasons that sometimes there’s a rhyme & rhythm to the reason, sometimes, often it chills

Although you’ve earned the rights and have the obligations to fight for your inherited liberty

Some of the anchor babies don’t like the rules of hard work, savings & paying a piper’s bills.

The high bounty on the possession of the spirit inside & outside of your body, stay in control

If you lose it, you’ll lose the liberty, the freedom to roam about on our ground of being whole

Nowhere else to go, ask astronauts, cosmonauts & the dead who used to be souls at-oned

Can’t always get what you want, neither necessary nor sufficient, expect it never, dear son.

Capacity for the Time spent in Space, sharing with the minions who live just to forever die

Through no fault of anyone’s intent, either good, bad or uglier evil remains the source of pi

It’s 3.14 divided by itself & is the silent hiss that remains, being absolutely nothing but zero

Coming around to the blind faith behind star-solar-sun revolution of atomic electron blow.

Grim reaper at your rear-end, regardless of whether you like it or not, it’s a fact, young Jacks

Praise imaginary creations & creating life’s fake-fact that it’s divine intentions of some One

High regards for Blackness all around the Earth and the unseen, egregious pawns in packs

Minimum of queens and kings upon a figure head, spied on by rooks, knights & bishoprics.

By and by, the byways’ & means’ committees ruptured by a pending rapture of holy souls

Doom unless you’re a carnivore hunter, what’ll you eat that’s living or dead meat? Nothing

Eating dead things that used to be alive and either rise from a seed out of the ground’s face

Or a miraculous, spontaneously animated genome gets created, at random in deep Space.

It’s not gonna get any better than being born with the reward of good karma from way back

Whomever you were, whatever you did has been the history of this world, all on #Substack

What could or should have been the case in the history of this world is over and done, Om

Nothing binary, just the only one that matters, the ego, id & super ego you’re inherited, son.

Should’ve been the naughty daughters, but according to the ancients, it’s always the boys

Learned how to be selfish and not selfless from the caves and jungles, what else were toys?

From dirt & stone, skyscraping towers built to stop an urban spread out, the Tower of a Nero

OK to do that, being mortals as we are, we’ll make sure it all drops back to holy ground zero.

Hard as your head’s skull or as soft as your best girl’s skin, either way it’s all gonna be AOK

In my own way, I kid you not, whether you signed up for this or it’s an assignment ala gods

Follow the bouncing balls boundaries between the tundra and the swamplands anywhere

Blues comes out of the strings and the chords because it’s childbirth to post mortem faire.

All tuned up for the melody to be repeated & never forgotten nor transfigured into a chimera

No way it’ll ever appear without the linguistic preservation, all will return to the cosmic dust

As if you’ve gone over to the dark side & returned to high lights with no torso tattoo scratch

Fill the fools full of free food and losers’ misery, it’s easy to hook the fish, savior’s wild pitch.

All ears know what they’ve heard, all translations verbatim from a horse’s mouth, live evils

Alright, forward or backwards, just letters, vowels, and consonants, sentence of the Villes

City of ruins or metropolitan skylines, only King Kong could climb & tumble down, certainly

Lakes leftover from flood’s deep pit, rivers all run through it, peak volcanoes to a dead sea.

Beer for our horses in front of the livery stable, my old boots need to give my feet a solid

If you know then you know, you know exactly what I mean by the non-sequitur rock mold

Fight about anything means you’ve got no legs to stand on, you can’t hold your ground too

You’ll see the Truth, sometimes you gotta whoop a man’s arse, can’t let all the BS fly fool.

Nobody can return to the past that’s already gone, water under the bridge, can’t step in It

Though the same river moves from one space to another, you’ll never catch the same twice

Truth be told by Heraclitus while staring at a river flowing, realizing All life was just a scam

Whether a sinner, a saint or the savior who sacrifices freedom for payment of justice’s ham.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Knocked this out of the crypt while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOlDays @BigSmo &

@CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=s_ASAv9SbqGd_BN8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Knocked this out of the crypt while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOlDays @BigSmo

@CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=s_ASAv9SbqGd_BN8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

WOOF

@StevieRayVaughn #STFU CHESS QUEENS PUT KINGS IN CHECKMATE WITH A SINGLE PAWN, DON'T TEST ME! #ShesGotMeUnderPressure @ZZTOP

AS ABOVE, SO WAY DOWN BELOW YO’ MAMAZ

Turned it on, turned it off, an infinite number of combinations, what’s the big deal, game on
Creepy & weird as nobody can imagine, come back after you check it all out, it’s rippin’, son
Pepper & salt can’t help the soufflé because it’s an invisible dish, outta this world pizza pie
There’s never more than a piece for a leftover; eat it before it’s cold, everybody else is high.

Living largely on the right when the left ain’t lookin’ because the dogs are deaf & dumb, high
For the course, never mind the exercise, we ain’t gonna quit until the other side comes over
To sir with love & madam with a victim complex, ride the I0 freeway with the machines to fly
From coast to coast, highway Interstate 80 in a pink Cadillac, fully equipped, drop the Top.

Bolt your boots down on the ground, the scats getting ready to fly, outrageous yet above it
Or below it because it doesn’t matter when all there is for a future is a big, black hole of 0
Hum along like a bird, outer or inner space is one and the same, without you, it’s all dead
With you, the dream resumes its ephemeral state of being at One, it’s all about the chase.

You laughing at me means you get me, down to the bone, I am the nemesis of ignorance
I have this wordless wisdom shared with spirits no longer here with us, some are comin’
Events cause other events ‘til the Earth stops revolving around me, I’m way over my limit
Shutting down the place below Earth, the good, bad & ugly call it Hell, it’s just Space chit.

Nothing out there just like inside of your own head, air in between brain cells, hot air heads
Not your fault, it’s out of your hands, prayers ain’t being heard by anyone, a nobody’s needs
Pinecones crushed into cosmic dust with the rest of the organic and inorganic anti-matter
You think, therefore you are, at least it appears at first glance, the rabbit is the mad hatter.

Grace Slick knew about a white rabbit, Cream knew about the white room, cum laude sum
Conception in the egg, in the womb-nest, a crap shoot, you had no free choice to come see
Now it’s your obligation to accept responsibility for causes that you did not create, so fairly
Your choice to exit, stage right at will, nobody survives beyond the due date, that’s It, R.I.P.!

Freaks are the offshoots of perfection; the computer hard drive is becoming a hot potato
To turn off the mind of the cyberspace connection is a good thing, no choice, we gotta go
Everybody now, let’s say it all together, “This is the master’s piece,” when it’s not the One
It’s comin’ sooner or later, only @Grok knows the chit, I know nothing, I’m good, it’s done!

 

 by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, III-XX-MMXXVI Anno Domini @1500 hours PST

{ Copped out of society for a moment to get through the @TwilightZone within my 208 bones, while jammin’ to @LynyrdSynyrd #GoldUndPlatinum on YouTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/cWIEbGxV8lo?si=u8YGUvJqhR4DieN3 }

F I N I S 
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G N O S I S

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W.W.A.R.D.?

G N O S I S

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

THAT’S THE BREAKS

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

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

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

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

Mystic effects caused by unknown presences and mysterious puzzle solutions

Conclusion deductions induced by random assumptions grounded in clouds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by

r j j stephan, i

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

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