GOOD; BETTER; BEST! #WTH & #WTF over... & I'm OUT #TotalEclipseFromISS @ISS

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I SHOULD PROBABLY COME CLEAN, EH?

Neither you nor I have any control over Ma Earth’s wobble & top spin feeds

Mirrors reflect nothing but what’s in front of it, looking through rosary beads
Professional amateurs putting a club foot in front of another decrepit godson
Beads created from the nuclear fusion of atomic matter, busted immersion.

This face hides nothing but an empty skull other than teeth, eyes’ brain scat
All for the movement and activity of the mind within this thing itself, I name it
Eating and drinking from birth until death, all searchin’ for the rainbow globe
Pricking clear skin with hypodermic funk you’ve gleaned out a damned robe.

Notion of the formula to create survival chemistry for an extinct class of man
Neanderthal or Homo Erectus won’t look like the Cro Magnon, all too human
Family Guy rocks the world on the screen appearing in thin air, idiot illusions
Pretending that you’re the cream of a crop, blacktop speed racer of hot sins.

Before Time was ordained as the spin and wobble of the Earth on the ecliptic
There was still the same spin and wobble of the Wind and Fire get motion sick
All in your mind, psychotic episode of self-realization before you conceived it
Looked around & fed the holy hunger, liquids, solids, release wasted gas chit.

Rubber out of the trees, plastic out of the Earth’s crude lubricant, it will ignite
Spontaneously combusted out of the nuclei of each & every atom in Milky Way
This ain’t a party for the innocent nor the wild, it’s a reality, mankind’s gangway
Pretending that there’s living matter once it disintegrates, measure of the idiot.

Jets and Sharks kick one anothers’ skeletons underground, shredded the wood
Fire burning the wood into ash, melting the iron & steel forms into planetary food
Fight for your right to freedom from tyranny & you’re bound to die, say yes please
Given swords and bullets, knives and belts of blackness with red stripe degrees.

Panini out to lunch on the patio, come over with Red Rover & bring higher spirits
Feeding the frenzy of idiots & morons with blind faith of readers of fallacy salads
How and why can I ask questions without having sensations in my fired up brain?
As I lied, I laid as many eggs fertilized as I could coax the hotties to lay, God pain.

Gotta die if you become all too human through coitus that had no interruptus
Ready and get set whether you’re ready or not, you’ll come around in the dust
As if you had any choice to be free or indentured by way of your parents, right?
It’s worse than that but don’t want to energize the curse, it’s TNT, it’s dynamite.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, April  IV^th MMXXIV   Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Spread the Word like Butter Cream from the Cache Cow while jammin’ to @EricClapton #IShotTheSherrif in an infinite loop, link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0xLLPJ0bOw }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WheresELMO? #ButAnyway #SloGin #GoodMorningVietNam #FadeAway #FaceTheFaxOfLife #RollingStones #CallTheBloodyGodsSneezingOozeOutSpace

LOVE YOU ALL OVER, OVER & OVER

 ad infinitum, ad nauseum

There is hardly one fat chance you’ll see this & even less likely you’ll give it a read

It’s nothing personal between you & me or me & you, all accidentally on purpose

Middle of the road nearly at a finish line, dynamo Race of mice and a man’s creed

Drunk on the fresh air again, commandments One through ten, I’m a half-breed.

Bums and junkies left over from the hey-day of the Hootie & a Hippie getting’ down too

Sister said that we would get down to “brass tacks” but I didn’t grasp the signal’s blue

Colored for effect on the invisible ghost of a spark, never live or dead just grim as @Ted

Holier than you ever were since it never existed in DNA like y’all, do not get me started.

Peasants all children who conceived from an original, mortal sin of coitus, come man!

On the other side of the curtain you & I cannot penetrate with knowledge-wisdom’s sin

One seed tree of Knowledge’s Good & Evil is the creator/reaper, not to be too humane

Open the book, start on page 1 & finish at the end’s blank page, then fly high in a plane.

Got noisy words comin’ in and out of the ear holes, now I’m gonna do some weird chit

Repeating mantras of what it is & will always be here & now during this trippin’ stitch

Drawn picture of where you’ll go when you lay down to die, can’t stand up comedy It

In casket or urn only if you’re lucky to have cash money or even my spare dime pitch.

Fools can’t breathe for free, they steal it from you & me, it’s the only way for the hobo

Could be your sister, brother, mother or father, aunt, uncle or maybe a distant cousin

Fun is out, it’s survival of the most fit to be here & now, shelter in place & BBQ, sip gin

You’ll be one that’s left over in the end, unlike country boys, idiots & morons survive.

I am drawing a line in the sand, you know it will disappear when the waves reappear

Cream is on the top because gravity cannot keep it under control, too rich to be fear

It’s a long way to the apex of this apparent somnambulistic appearance, I do imagine

All things seen, heard, smelled, tasted & touched with nuclear blow torch ICBM SIN.

You might be drawn like a magnet to the place you can sleep without one eye open

By the hot fire burning for warmth and signaling to the darkness to come so often

Like your mother and father who left you orphaned, on your own, all alone children

Be vicious, rough & ready for the necessary & sufficient tracking, pray is prey’s sin.

Now & then, you run across big words that mean more than the roar of my Charger

Here are some, more than one less than a million, for sure for sure, human martyr

Grown from a seed, spontaneously multiplying its own kind of program, red blood

RNA from a sun, Void out of nowhere, obligated drop of a dime on you & me, God!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, III-XXVIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 3:00 AMPST
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#MA? That you Ma? #LetsRockTheRaceHorse #TheFixWasIn #CarWash #FamilyGuy #ShouldaBeenACowboy

TIMING’S EVERYTHING

Nothing in the universe is known and nekid wisdom is exposed to rare Earth’s eyes
Filled with the bloody knives that stabbed the monsters all up in my head of dreams
For the last time, just like the first time in the middle of speakin’ the mind of tongues
I moved to California’s single wide to a double wide, I ain’t for no ape’s sad ass songs.

I’m clappin’ on the boards of executive services, elevate your conscious mind of bone
In church with sinners & in ivory towers with an elephant tusk, blinds closed at home
Jukebox played my hoedowns jams with played like games of religion all in my mind
Amigo just like me, mon amie we’re gonna bite our tongues to keep the peace, I’m fine.

Conman makin’ some iced tea on the last day of biting my tongue, tellin’ a bad joker
That the joke ain’t funny, there’s no humor in the tragedy of your comedy, just poke her
She won’t care if she’s rolled and in the corpus dillecti mode, Mother Earth come here
Whisper words, every one of them A to Z, conman pronouns verbalizing prepositions.

Cabal of chumps coached your children, innocent boy-girls who followed commands
Game began before you and I knew it was a fixed game, we concoct all too human gods
Cooler whip pie with a grey hair in it, you ate it, we all swallowed the pablum of daddy
On the one hand, idiots are afoot and on the other hand, morons in love with mommy.

You played at Hearts, Spades, Pinochle, Poker and Bridge to somewhere up in heaven
All greased gears grinding in the powershift during the drag race, I won the ¼ in seven
Actually 7.2 in the ¼ & nobody has ever broken the record, until now, I’m doin’ it in 6.9
Fix is in & out by the burgers & mustard near the wine & cheese, germs kill the 3rd kind.

Stuck in the middle with the honey and the mountain dew, place in Space for Homers
Kick you in the head before your first communion & last confession before you croak
Like a frog croakin’ more like a toad in pollywog stage of enlightened fake news blurs
Fantasy and reality merge as a gamete allows flagella to animate the creative ol' bloke.

Alive kickin’ until the rear view mirror disintegrates into finite, fragmented black holes
One blew up & now this here, there & now is what we’ve got to deal with, us & them too
I’m dead after I’m alive, all too human monotheistic divinity imports mortal, blue souls
I kid you not, again, once upon a Time in Space, the sound was silent snare rigmaroles.

Target in the middle of the bull’s eye, where angels fear to go without arms, wing flyers
From the first human who jumped off a cliff without LSD mind blowing, replica wingers

 Adam to astronaut, out beyond Uranus’ that Jesus, Buddha, Krishna & Confucius knew
Looked precisely like the image in the #LookingGlass, reflection of the chit that I blew.

Moms and pops know the thing they did to make the rest of us in the Festivus spell
To be or not to be here & now for a spell, that’s existence per se, hell no, I never fell
From above or below this montage of gas expelled from the blown cosmic cylinder
Planted Mary Jane’s seed into fertile ground, I got head, Mama’s THC smoke bender.

Low inside where even stupid men fear to go, it’s that point of no return, you read me
Hope you do, the message is not for you if you don’t ascertain the gist of the History
First Cause to the dissolution implosion of the Singularity, teacher taught a teaching
First Word, do, done is second, that’s all folks, comedy & tragedy of the divine’s sting.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, III-X-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Scored from the Void while listenin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (long version) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?