Who is the Big Sur? Sir, to you with Love! #WhiteNoise & a #BigBangCLIMAX

Y’all ASKED ME FOR A SIGnal, BIG SUR, sir

What it is can be nothing more or less than substance and form of Nothing at all

As defined by the following thought expressed in sound without sight, it’s The Fall

Not only are you here and now but also you will always be, you always were here

Nevermore blind faith in the Man In The Sky, hominids evolved & didn’t precede It.

Just now, chills and hot, cookin’ flesh on your bones, frozen or BBQ’d, you’re dying

That’s the Truth, I’m an optimist not a pessimist hence, we’re headed unto Nirvana

Looked both uptown and downtown, around the planet & supra-atmosphere’s gas

Hang into your deepest junk, excitable boys & sycophant girls without alimony sass.

Naked ape species have much ado about Nothingness to share occult fodder for gods

Pretending to know something is an indoctrination that’s impossible to resist hotrods

Losers and winners accumulate resistance of the opposite tendency, splitting atoms’ ice

Melting into a center core of an undefined indefinable, you’ve played into a roll of dice.

Inherit this RNA & pass it on with no returns, I tag you & you’re It, I’m immune to S#IT

What you need to do is what you ought to want to do, desire to complete the mission

Planning and strategy to succeed at the outcome, predicted to be immunity to losing It

Coming around and going around in a circular jerk which you cannot practice, it’s All In!

No more freedom to ignore Truth, you’ll perish if your mind doesn’t decide to be all in

You need to protect yourself from predators, they want to have you & your things, son

Daughters all have the option to rescind the original choice, eat the Apple core seedling

Five out of ten times, it’s half the time almost the whole time, I came, I saw and I sing.

About this & that & the other things that come right out of nowhere, pre-infancy RNA

Bites off of the fruits of the loom that nobody has ever seen again since the old garden

Yet, punishment for the crime is still present & going on to infinity, the end won’t come

Either you’re the answer or you’re part of the perennial problem, why live just to die kid?

Hardly a spin of the Earth goes by without something being lost into deep space, ions tip

Over here and over there, we come and go as if we’ve got eternity but it’s a sinking ship

You & I find the trip ain’t as easy as it looked from the teenagers’ point of view, it’s Alive

Earth breathes the air you breathe; you got me, I got you, we’re all in this together, Dive!

My horses drank all the beer, my men drank all of the whiskey & rye, hookers gonna cry

We ride hard on the prairie, just cowboys that would have been flyboys but lost a wing

On the runway nobody takes off with one wing, need two to tango, to soar & fly so high

Mere men and brave women merge into the crown’s power, it’s all about the sons so fly.

Bright spectrum of infrared and ultraviolet radiation from the blown star, it’s how we die

Cannot handle the constant barrage of light & darkness, something had to give, I say why

There’s no answer, dead air, crickets rubbin’ legs to recreate the backstory for white noise

You hear it? I hear it and it’s getting louder every day, playin’ it, Big Bang Singularity toys.

The herd is in the corral and there’s no escape until it’s slaughtering time, shot in the head

For the sake of eating bloody, BBQ’d flesh and falling off of the bone, anticlimactic dread

Being the one eaten isn’t as edifying as being the one eating the dead bites of Earth’s life

Without all meals, starvation precedes extinction, in fact, if she cooks you’ll eat your wife.

Mountains and valleys without the water atop pulled into the gravitational collapse to wit

Appears to be a potato-like asteroid, too big to be annihilated until the Silent Peep of S#it

Nobody left to hear, there isn’t even a sound, nothing is empty of girls, boys & the legends

Forward & backward ant moves, checkmate, no fool’s mate ever again, I am all God sends.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April 7th 2025 AD @ 1010 AMPST

{ Kicked out the momentary lapse of reason while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/qZ86H99Iq4c?si=jEudkCOd87O6zmrZ Daryl’s Place }

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#LIPSTICKonApig @DOGE #WasteNoMore #LaFlaca @Santana #FamilyGuyCompiled @FINIS @Tesla @Musk #Corvette @Chevrolet

c o r v e t t e

EVERYBODY SMOKE THE DOPE, DRINK THE BOOZE, EXTINCTION’S ON THE EDGE

All of us in a hurry to get business done so we can go home, kick back, relax & rest on a flip side

Unrealized divine dividends accumulate unto infinity’s gate, grace knows nothing matters, pride

Masked up like the hooligan-hoodlum you’re grandma thought you’d wind up being, a wise guy

Turning Gold, God’s leftovers droning in a black background of salt & pepper in a random high.

It could have been much worse than it is, your life might not have been so blessed without One

You served masses for the One & did just fine with the Latin, hot boy confessions & communion

Athlete of moderate skills in all sports ‘cept Track, skills to run or jump a lick, yet I gave it a shot

In the end daddio, the fact of life is that Philosopher’s stones are close to my loins, I’m a robot.

My bottom, The Seat of Consciousness is nowhere easy to be found, unless you like hard roads

Talkin’ nearly invisible potholes without a shoulder, just a two-lane highway without any Edison

All Time all-star T.D. passes into a future, in search of a miraculous thing itself, unknowing cloud

It looks like it’s either crimson red or royal deep purple, depending on the Time you’re allowed.

You’ve got what it takes once you’ve arrived on the path to find the philosopher’s stone, a rock

Matter reduced to the Void where you’ve come from before yo’ mother’s womb, 24-hour clock

Tick-Tock from China to the Scorpion Nebula, annihilation of the soft & hard roads to Nirvana Ra

Historically it is naturally, a human’s personal struggle to survive, alone without a deadbeat’s Pa.

If the shoe fits your size of feet, wear ‘em with blessings, some humans go barefoot a whole life

Bless you, bless everyone you know, bless everyone you come into contact with, even yo’ wife

Blasting as fire and brimstone might when experiencing atomic fission and fusion of a holy god

Nobody on Earth has ever known nor will ever know what the (expletive) was the point, hotrod!

Spam & lamb, we sacrifice & consume for the invisible smoke that rises from jump, sunny days

Knights and bishops do what they can to put pawns in The Way of desolation’s stale checkmate

Hair on some naked skin, covering the sinews and muscles of the drones, shock the brain fate

Once you’ve been graced to discover the Truth you can’t believe, in Time’s blinded first date.

Don’t tempt me, on the other hand, go ahead and tempt me, I’ll field the hit, I am adept

After the game is over, silence is golden, no braggadocio for the minions, point, game, set

It’s not for me to say, it’s not for me to persuade anyone of anything at all, don’t trust a fool

Not that I am one of them, I’m not one of them, you don’t know, I do, in the corner to drool.

This means War until you run out of life to kill & leave a fear of death to reign over the believers

Blind Faith works for kings and queens who’ve locked up the only philosopher stones in a purse

Sight unseen with the 20/20 vision allowed by the perfect lenses that bend light into gold-lead

High road, finished at the line-up, life with no parole, walls’ squares of a room to see the dead.

Still alive, still want to survive and breath for my infinite heartbeats that feed on the Electrons

Everywhere with the Neutrinos, Neutrons fill up the Void to feed the Singularity vortex of suns

Milky Way conglomeration of Cause and Effect are a shock to the blind faith of the believer clan

Random chaos, feature of the creatures who live & die as angels & an evil spirit’s barcode scan.

You’re alone with your friends at the party you never got invited to, you showed with no invite

Everyone is surprised you’re there since you perished without a trace decades ago, in a fist fight

Smacked with a baseball bat in the back of the head, sucker homer on my skull killed my drone

Hooked up to machines to keep my heart & kidneys in order of their verve, a holy spirit blown.

There’s a final approach to the runway of never-neverland but I’ve aborted the landing forever

Place in Time and Space will remain undivulged to the minions, although they’d die with a fever

Unable to keep the realized wisdom within, free of the disease of mitigated gall, drink on a cross

Crucified for your words said to the ears and understanding of those built for the Nirvana’s boss.

Don’t shoot the messenger again, before & after the zero, all negative & positive subatomic ions

Breathe in and breathe out, the diaphragm takes care of the autopilot, heart beats with all sons

Daughters who turned into mothers of brothers & sisters, a dead labor of love, some gave it all

Smoked ash, embalmed, consumed hunger of animals & bacteria above, so below, we’ll all Fall!

None of the nuns nor the priests and priestesses use the Word, the Sound for taming the geists

Spirits in a night fake disappearance once the light produces a silver lining in the clouds of mice

Twilight of rats and roaches who get their chance when the silence stays for infinity, game’s over

History of ancient & modern civilization leaves nothing but smoke & mirror code, all undercover.

Porch has a swing, a place for Big people to sit ‘til a heavy weight of lard arses collapses the chit

Place in Space on the highway and byway of Chicago Avenue, got on the road in ’69, just phuq it

In the service of my civilization a minute, rewarded with retirement to turn lead into fool’s gold

Hence, there’s a period at the end of the final gasp of gas, regardless of Reality or illusion load.

Now & then, it’s finally over & you have nothing at all to say about it, you’re a cog in the wheel

People are just people, whatever the fornication that means, Nothing at all is close to a steal

Soft for the food, hard for the protection of the thing itself, the thing that thrives as God’s tool

Used every morning & evening before the afternoon, Sight unseen, got it covered, wise o’ fool!

Daddio, are you done yet? Speaking easily or most difficultly means that is your problem, so

Hard road finding this philosopher’s stone when you know it’s red or purple, in Time & Space

No maps, just intuition & the ability to magnetize the county trash dump & recycle junk station

Hot water in the ice cubes of your mind’s synapses’ cells of anonymity where you imagine Sin.

You ain’t responsible for the things that are caused by the effects of the First Cause, innocent

As it was the day you got conceived, trust me, it ain’t your fault either, you’re what heaven sent

How you deal with the rest of your luck of the draw, that’s probably already written, olden fear

One dream for everyone, it’s a matter of war and peace on the planet in the middle of nowhere.

Are you with me or not? I don’t care one way or the other, I’m just your final chance to elevate

Between the top of the stratosphere and the empty volume of nothingness, it’s a blinded date

Your mama is all I can say, the day you were born, blinded by the light, you screamed just as I

Not a single peep on the last blink, seems to be a bait & switch dilemma for this pie in the sky.

Streams and rivers full of the heads of steel, on the trouble hook, scent of oyster, hens jumpin’

Roe for the rest, cannibals of their own hunger for self-indulging survival of the most fit, to rut

Idiots of a fancy culture, dressed all naked apes up like they’ve come to party with the minions

Do not shoot the messenger except with a speedball addiction, it’s a matter of WAR, Time sons!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 2-22 MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #GreatestHITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=DYv-WWiTavZ-lYgj }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DonnyHathaway #NeverMyLove #TheAnthology

DEFENSIVE INTRUSION ON DIVINE DNA

You never know when you might need to have an ace in the hole, it’s all in the game I know
From birth to death the alpha & omega display all there is in Time’s Space above & below us
Liberty, as it was before your conception, your imaginary presence postmortem, my son
Finishing the lines on the mirror, you’ve bled out your inferior nasal conchae for no reason.

Pierce your skin from head to toe, insert dye into the would for the stains that ever last it
It all fades to the dust allowed by the undertaker, traditional incineration or shell burial
Pretending that the shell left behind was the thing you loved, it was the spirit inside moves
Of wisdom and experiential knowledge of all that happens from pole to pole’s dirty grooves.

Music and silence preferred over the banging noise of the pots & pans without pasta fazul
Singing and blowing into tubes, plucking strings if not rubbing friction in & out or act the fool
Known limitations in mind, skipping the losses & entrenching in the wins, all that I am, high
Schooled beyond the need to know, ignorance annihilated in the end, I know I am the guy!

Leftover banquet’s cuisine is as good as it gets, trophies for all just to participate in the glee
On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the best, this is here & now, as good as it ever gets yo me
Maybe not to you or anyone else but you know, it’s all about being in love with L.A. suburbs
Big homes, small hoods, no projects towering above stone-asphalt, there’s no other words.

Mic up your voice so that everyone may enjoy the content of your thought, bring it on down
As you’ve always known, nobody knows anything about Nothing, let them know all about it
Christening the Christ in the Christian heathens who are kids believing their folks’ bull s#it
Not their fault it’s all they gleaned from the ancestors they descended from, it’s all there is.

Powerless in the finale as it was at the prologue before Act 1, hence curtain drops The End
Now then, unknown is known, no secrets or insoluble conundrums’ nightmare in a dream
Watch as the time pass without stopping, always forward & never in reverse of the stream
Past is all gone, forgotten except for warnings gleaned to avoid pain God’s bloody scream.

Spirit invisible within you & without you, it’s a fact of life you’ve been warned & it’s cool
Regardless of whether you like circumstances or not, it is all what it is, y’all are but a tool
Nobody cares about that either unless you’re imprisoned as an innocent or a genius Man
Breeze through exams & procure advanced degrees & prognosticate, be all too human.

Mind over matter is the illusion to accept to participate in society or you’ll be imprisoned
For life or some nights and days less than the whole shebang, nature will be four seasoned
Good, Evil & Ugly come as close as any creator or savior would want to be, it’s all a put-on
A play for the energy blown out to emptiness by an exploding red giant, immortal shotgun.

Sensational yet demure and at the same time off-putting as the refuse you’ve defecated
Holy gaslight fills the tragedy with comedy, if you can’t laugh, you’re gonna cry a deep river
Like it or not, as far as we know, this life we are lucky to be living is a gift from Gods that be
Nothing to be seen, form nor shape of matter to compare to your Ma & Pa, you are all of It.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier 7^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1919 hours PST

{ Secreted watching @Prometheus @ https://youtu.be/nB-I8i6y6II?si=MKnZDl06twEHou7m & listenin’ to @RandyNewman #ShortPeopleGotNobody link @  https://youtu.be/T3W4ZOlA08g }

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