GODDESS' #420 ALLOTMENT FOOD STAMP PROGRAM EXODUS #ComeOverBaby @ChristinaAguillar #PortillosHotDogs420

WITHOUT OR WITH EVERYTHING ON IT 

Kill the lights and I’ll take care of the rest of the whole shebang, a clear dark hole

Fire down there in the hole, way down at the uttermost echelon of the smoke pits

Rising above the grave allotted to you & I, maybe above the urn or bag of dust bits

Rattle and hum as the vibration leaves the essence of what echo it left in your soul.

Hens and roosters resume it all every morning, matter and energy moving 24 ticks

Duration of a drone in neutral mode, out of synch with a digital orbit of cyberspace

Disintegrate after you’ve read all of the words over all of our heads, alien philosophy

Talking scat-speaking, no alpha or beta waves in the mix, from land to the blue sea.

Fear you and loathe me because I fear you, it’s self-loathing in a beautiful way, I say

As if that’s a possible world where it can survive the less than fit loathing every day

Remains to be seen, moving on from the conundrum without a solution, I’ll see & call

I’ve got a royal flush & you don’t have four aces, nothing’s wild, All the gold, I win it all!

Worth more than a penny from heaven, 16th POTUS retired billions of One cents’ copper

Made the inside and outside appear exactly alike, the difference is that one is more dapper

Outside is appearance of the thing itself, container of the inner sanctum effulgence in flux

Hard or soft to be rocked in the cradle of love with or without the skin & bones of dark lux.

Somebody to be a fool of another, speculation of the nature of beasts and their predators

Raw live killed and bled out to be burnt nearly into leather, cut into bits, masticated cores

Fission of the atoms in utero ready to implode and explode into smithereens’ tidbit “X”’s

No “Y”’s smithereens until they merge, intersect the acid in subatomic mix, big as Texas.

The topless bars wouldn’t work at all if everyone wasn’t so excited by a naked human form

It’s All the way that the species has survived, dancing provocatively to get knocked up too

Poor males way too young to comprehend a reason for their over-the-top malfunction zoo

Cradle of love is rockin’ back & forth, to and fro, as above so below, First Form was a Worm.

Ends come after the beginnings, logic and reason allow comprehension and assimilation blow

Pretend that you’ll live forever, that this life you experience is not temporal, not temporary so

It’s a permanent marker of breathing and moving in and out of trouble, be like a volcano flow

Nothing can stop the scalding hot effulgence but the freezing cold ocean-sea, God Earth Go!

You and I will get what we deserve or we’ll escape the danger before our karma gets a return

Always in debt for the nature of the created beast is bestowed the free will to choose all evil

Even the good as it is may be a mere illusion, that everybody knows must be rocked in cradles

Life will not be pretty without performing the creator’s responsibility, A bombs droppin’ hells.

Lack of love, pain and suffering & a ball and chain to heavy to carry another yard, MVP zeroed

Curfew honored, slept through the darkness’ 8 hours of pitch black, dreamt of birds that crowed

Easy rollin’ on a slippery slope, there’s what all goes in vain, shakin’ & rattlin’ all above I try to fly

Some girls and boys never get it, never win, the rest salute the trip, drop some kids & up & die.

Existentially metaphysical without being aware of the exercise in futility, on the A-Train at the L

Beat me up on the corner because I trusted the humanity to behave as I would, they did not, so

Left the neighborhood, went on to hide in the karate dojos of my trippin’ around here, job blow

No fools ever settled all scores, I win 1 to Nothing, anyway, it’s O & 2, batter-up, y’all go to hell!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, November 14^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while loopin’ #CradleOfLoveRock  @billyIdol link @ https://youtu.be/NCZuYS-9qaw?si=zn-raAD4r8r4CzAm }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

GODS SATURDAY SATURN LIVE & LET LIVE IT'S ALRIGHT NOW #HoneyBeeComb #ThunderStruck @ACDC

I Feel Nothing Like This At All

*tweets*

Goddess damn the mothers of the fathers who trespass amongst us, gravity collapses it

Into the black hole that has always been ready to consume everything in subatomic split

Playin’ juice harps and banjos to disguise your sound of silence, music to divinity’s ears

Which is the correct path to the final ending of the epic saga, my life, yours too, 96 tears.

Before the last four tears, you cease and desist the motion of the ocean, stagnated hole

Just 96 are allowed to crying babies who come out of the darkness, bloody money rolled

Into mothers we inject the Truth & Understanding only to be wasted & annihilated to be

Like every other thing that ever lived on Earth, they all died, we’re gonna die out at sea.

Annihilated it all before Time and Space manufactured DNA & RNA, the gods created God

God X created it, Nothing, whatever Ego & Id may be, we all get the death penalty, hotrod

Nevertheless, even though it’s all set in stone, our tombstones reflect an innocence of it all

Nevermore, nevertheless, it’s the way it is, the way it has always been, my way or highway.

Peering deeply into a vortex of holy water, blessing my crown, my solar plexus & wings too

Tears pouring out of nowhere, a holy hole near the edge of my eyes, strange river runs blue

Sad to say, you can run out of the flow, it’s a sorrow and joy thing, you know like I know, son

Breeds of Hu Man, Dog, Fish, Snake & Bird can keep the whole shebang in gear, in revolution.

Blowing the air through the holes, some small & others not so tiny, it sounds like love of life

It’s the way it’s always going to be from now until the end of eternity, both a husband & wife

Shared until forgotten the shared again, forgotten again, ad infinitum, how long it takes, chill

Whiskey, ale and the buds of Mary for all, grade, higher education, PhD in my divine free Will

Berries, nuts, BBQ’d dead meat, jerky and leftover anserine for the cats and dogs of the wars

Minced the rest for the pancakes, prisoners of peace breaking bread with prisoners of battles

Missing limbs, missing minds to the shell-shock of mothers of all bombs & their kinfolk debt

But in the end, as above, so below, you weren’t here before & won’t be after, special effect.

‘Crazy on me & you’ mixes into the elixir of Valhalla where Viking & VI queen meet for Ends

Before it began it was always going to end, inevitable as Earth’s spins & revolution sins’ bends

Allow introductions because nobody gets out of this life alive, know the unknown as yourself

Piles of trials presented & resolved, soft, sweet, she’s my glass of wine, “I” bloods on a shelf.

Drunk on bloody alcohol, operated as a good surgeon would, cuttin’ & stitchin’ for the One

Spirit wants health and no pain, it’s arranged by the Karma measure, do unto others is fun

Getting the happiness emanating out of the mean & evil ones is better than being all spent

Survival havin’ fun, keepin’ our bones free to roam, letters from gaol or prison, never sent.

Better than all of the rest, I never lie except when lives depend on my words, then I’m One

Weaver of blind faith beliefs as if God things really happened, as above, so below, it’s done

Speakin’ and singin’ right from the heart, beats every second, every minute, every day too

Asleep at the wheel, on the way to work, I fell asleep, I crashed into a tree, Fuck, I’m Blue!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, IX-XX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Gilded this piece of work, Pulitzer material while jammin’ in a loop to @BlakeShelton  #HONEYBEE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA?si=1BjwtSGeeSO0XkLZ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RIP @HulkHogan @StaplesSingers @ArethaFranklin #RESPECTyourselves

r i p  @HulkHogan

BROTHER

DAUGHTERS OF BASTARDS' nightmares

Matter collides into a glob of atoms which have no names, think it’s all there is to It

Nobody knows Truth, innocents have nobody to produce guilty pleasures’ hit skit

Cause and Effect of the things that live & die without a reason, God to alt-crucify

Hence, we’ll self-flagellate until one final gasp, you’ll know the time, hot apple pie.

Pine cones' smoke above and hard rocks below lakes & rivers, dry-wet rain-pain roots

Nothing more nor less than everything from infinity & your mama, wore combat boots

I knew nothing before & I’ll know nothing after rigor mortis sets in, I fly high, hope so

I hate PC crashing, burning, returning to a junk yard of bones, ancestor-progeny flow.

Nothing you can fly in, zip scat you can cruise in, footloose within your mind, got the hots

Time I told, numbers counted, letters used to spell words, sentences' best seller called shots

Flow along a grooved-out red dirt & gold stone, American River to Eureka ore, carotid shelf

All blown out of a Big Bang or special creation of divinity nothing better to do with Life itself.

It is highly probable  you’ll follow my logic from premises to deduction, it’s indubitable too

Knowledge of anything is impossible, wise to practice a philosophy of life, hot witch’s brew

Kids go from zygote through elder adulthood dream-immortality, soul survivor God’s way

Nobody knows if it’s true because you lied, I always told the truth, music’s incredible all day.

Wizard had magic spells to last a century & then some, hard to be rock, that rhythm & blues

Man & woman promulgate 1 sin of Adam & Eve or whomever rocked the boat, rockin' stew

Hit you in the brain’s recollection of being mesmerized by female aliens, posin' too human

They were all more than a totality product of insemination or were they blurred lines' skin.

Below 0, 32 degrees Fahrenheit & lungs seize, brain freeze, frozen cadaver, all the same

Before all the folks mated, we were nowhere & wound up where we started, claim to fame

Epitaph typed, etched, carved in my above-ground granite, all that’s left, finale man, yeah?

Yet it’s the only way to go, always has been & will always be, lucky you got 1 shot, I'll say.

Only you know like I know sisters & brothers, none of this is our call gang of jets & rooks

Whether you were evil to the bone & the soul or just a poor, inept dupe, didn’t fit in a box

Absolute Truth ala Life on Earth's a happy ending, exact opposite of 1 Big Bang, dust of rocks

Orgasmic climax of a nervous system payoff for flubing to assist evolutionary fools of a box.

When I was 18 yo, freshman year of college, learned from Jersey boys slang, “Get Bent”, so

It went on and on for decades after that, after a 5th decade there were signs I flew like a crow

Every day I woke up while I was living in a dream within a dream, knew the gist's  royal scam

I began descended from Man & I'll fade away from civilization's homo sapiens on the lam.

Loving human beings who don’t live up the hill because they destroy everything live & well

It’s the yang of yin, a necessary condition of a black hole we’re not in but all systems are go

Points of the lines, angles & forms of abstract, two, three & four dimensional imaginary shell

Completed inequality in a return to a cosmic scatter, God ain’t chit, #TheSchitz, yoyo Moe!

War mongers begot products of egg pods, alien UFO’s can’t cause accidental human rat races

Seasick caused by peristaltic fluctuations of brain waves, dark-white shades' blank pale faces

Born through mother’s legs, she got pretty angry about a suffering mode morning sick spins

From there, the stars were the limit, five more after me, father found how an immortal sins.

Forgiveness to all who can’t be One in Time, due to pride's prejudice separation God's dead

See a rainbow’s kaleidoscope of hues, plethora of purple’s break, blue, green, yellow, infrared

Highness & lowness caught in between forces of good, bad & ugly random myths & secret set

Friends lived & died without a clue as to why they said Sunday prayers for original sin debt.

Fiddlesticks & pick-ups giving up the best signals to an inquiring mind, spin on yo' mama

Females of species from all forms of anaerobic life on Earth, planetary longevity yo’ papa

Nothing personal but without a full compliment of intell, success is a mission to ring a bell 

You can’t see what I mean, understand what you mean, playin’ balls' universal rules, Hell.

Destruction of Creation is the explosion progress & process of cosmic expansion, It's Time

Space’s sun, Our Star's burning too hot to handle, like the only one I need, wrapped in gold

Sublime, she sucks into her magical power & spells that drive my compulsion rocked-rolled

No desire for anything else, names on tombstones, #BentShapedSkinBone stop on a dime.

In love first until the corpse occurs before you knew it was possible, old Love or it's Nothing

Get what you get, more than you deserve if taking karma into account, Hell’s bells got a ring

Daughters & their sons waiting to see what’s happening to hating & children in dire straits

Inside hearts & souls, cardiac arrest & burning sulfur suckin’ souls, bowels of some ol’ rats.

Onward from a place in Space you are, right here & now to a place you’ll be in the next effect

First Cause on autopilot with you, commander-in-chief, blowin’ midnight confession wreck

Steady on the rudder, full speed ahead, all on autopilot as I  say before it happens, all magic

I can’t see or hear you at all, obviously can’t trace subliminal scents nor tastes of comedy, sic.

Watchin' clocks, sundial moves the same, shadows you can let in, win, place & show rag time

Races around in counterclockwise circles, but why? Try another way, steer to the right fine

Cribs with no possible probabilities of bottom feeders & angelic spirits without skin or bone

Dyin’ in California, got in a box, burrowed under a fool’s gold, California dream, Love alone.

Packed the dead & the rest that’s left alive to thrive in my backpack, deep pockets, 120 proof

In the mood to animate a thing you have inside, Time & Space collide high atop a thatch roof

Silence, no sound or beats, reason or rhyme, zero less zero leaves a Void hole in love with Ga

My tranquility I offer y’all, smile at a wake's funeral, in the cool of the evening, a Lady Gaga!

Knowledge unknown, secret wisdom classified, For Your Eyes Only, pull the trigger's scam

Blind faith in getting something for naught, an act of being ready to be extinct ala ignorance

Although you, & I are not responsible for the result, you’re cause of the effect, bytes & RAM

Admit it, take responsibility, it’s your fault after all, Hollywood to Norway, a stone romance.

Ended, in fire or ice, no sound, no sight, smelling, tasting & touching  coward Space, It, God

Or it’s Nothing, either way it’s complete metaphysics with subjects & predicates of hot Mud

Waiting for the spin & the roll, fallin’ down, gravity to the grave, eaten into a rich, hot goo

Forensics of Matter, fire, ice & canons, fire a 99 gun salute to fly pilots, Black Ice’s sky blue.

by

r j j stephan i

c.  Dimanche, July 27, 2025 @ 0202 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TimeLifePresentsThe60s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HOAuDP6Dabw?si=iLF92UQfegpIvJpu }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShortPEOPLE @SpyVsSpy @GeorgeCarlin @POTUSTrump #LifesTooShort #YoullSee @DarylsHouse @DianeBirch #BodyLikeABackRoad #DrivinWithMyEyesClosed

SHORT, PATHETIC PEOPLE, OL' GEORGE WAS ONE MAD MAN

IT’S GOD'S DAM OF GODDOGS,

IT'S WAY TOO SHORT OF A LIFE

X

Pity the fool, all one of the many, it’s not your fault though you’re a broke, illegitimate miscreant

Monkeys in the trees or on the ground, wind up in the caves for shelter from the Outerspace ant

Movies give no impression of justice, it’s just a celluloid malfunction of a petticoat junction, son

Slowed down by worn joints & sinews that haven’t been static since an immaculate conception.

Before anybody knew it, we were saved from the Big Bang consequence of gravitational collapse

I know nothing about anything, everything is ultimately a fiction of Imagination, yea, yours too

Jokes both hilarious and hard to suppress a guffaw as above, so below, Life’s too short, godsend

Give it all up for the privilege of living on the stones & dirt of the ancestors who set precedent.

Pierce through your armor which is skin deep down to the bone, the marrow of RNA/DNA full

Of holy men and holy women, they fear the power above this planet’s dirt, blind faith to suffice

Makes them feel safe as when their parents or orphanage supplied the necessities, bust the ICE

No citizenship, no job, go pick flower buds & get three bags full, it ain’t cotton & ain’t white rice.

From the age of three, the day I killed an ape in my nightmare, I knew I’d serve communion pall

Altar boy is on the cutting block, to change the water into bloody wine, to make bread a corpse

Dead until the fangs sprang to snake bite the skin and bone exposed to the goofs and yoyos et al

Everywhere there are sights & sounds filling empty 6th senses with shreds of Truth, ol’ folk lores.

Now in anthropomorphic decay, the humans all know the end of life means, caput, it’s over

Meanwhile teaching children to pretend they’ll be safe after their body dies on Earth’s rover

Lucky to be here for a minute, hour or century, take it to the limit, there even ain’t any at all

Full speed ahead of you and full exhaust behind me, created by combustion of atomic balls.

Funk can’t explain the reason why you’re born to run like a moron or an idiot on the downlow

Not only are you & I as stupid as a rock but we pay the pied piper for the privilege of the blow

Last blow of yours & mine awaits the reckoning to come, a big bang and a silent, cool whisper

Ready to rock and roll with no band, a Capela without a mike, just vocal chord pipes & a kisser.

Imagination running away from the world, which is right there in front of our faces, it’ll be quick

Crushing bones & lost awareness of being alive, it’s in the cards, sorrow & pity for the fool’s pick

Cremation and premature burial of the corpus dillecti, you and every single screw-up on Earth

Outside of this planet’s dirty, left-over red giant, sub-atomic crumbs, Void nothing of my heart.

Now and then you come across fear and loathing without a scapegoat, hence it’s all self-hatred

To crush you into oblivion that awaits a noble creator who never gave a #uck at all, all in a head

Gatekeeper geek functions eternally until the final strand of DNA returns to a sixth or first sense

Cycle for a downshift, the race is on & we’re in the backstretch for real, get off the phuqin fence.

Elevator up your “A” game a realm above the rest of the pack, pretend no one attends down low

A pack or the herd will follow the leader, now & forever into the future, above or below Mexico

Top floor on the top shelf, it’s a low and a high in the middle of nowhere, you know its godsend

Hence, over and out of the ‘What It Is?’ story, you create the best of the rest, y’all it’s #TheEnd!”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, JULY 15th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 999 AMPST

{ Mirrored the reflection of the #HomeRunDerby replay from last night, #CaliforniaBallPlay link #TheBigDumper  @Cal_Raleigh @ https://youtu.be/Y1LNX7NlW9g & @Springsteen  @  https://youtu.be/0lN3He1x55E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SKILLS ATONE #DontCallUsWellCallYOU #DevaDip @Carlos_Santana

EAGLE’s FLIGhts DEFEAT Yo' MAMA’S RIGHT BACK, HONKIES!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Again, ad infinitum, I’ve sealed my fate in the tombs, today’s now yesterday for reals

Nowhere else to go but here on planet Earth, can’t soul travel between planetary reels

Nothing but talking and walking is in my wheelhouse, I’m lucky to have a life crackerjack

Certainty is a tiny step into the final ending of your life without ever makin’ a comeback.

Fed the fool within, masticated the dead lives of plants and animals to survive upon dirt

Wagging my tail to attract the happy innocents who crave my attention, long for my flirt

Any time of any day or night, my concern is that it will all fall down if I die, if I can’t see it

Without me, it’s no dream that will come true, the end is truly the finish line for the Spirit.

It animated the skin and bones by accident, a collision of atomic matter created by Nothing

Signs are the signals to all of us that we’re here and now but never alone without Fathers

Originators of the innocence and the emergence of One from the Many thoughts & ideas

Ardent persistence yields the perfect zero around the dots and dashes, infinity Sing Sing.

Misters and mistresses move the things, things move them all back, it’s a failed solo flight

Offering every breath you take to the judgement day that will never come, it’s a mythology

Suffice it to say, all necessary and sufficient conditions have been met to descend into funk

Like quicksand there’s no bottom at all, what it is to be a man, just like smoke, I smell skunk.

Rhyming the song’s lyrics, done when it’s done, over when it’s over, it’s a #Hit one, top 40

Or it will sit with other recorded magnetic tape in a file cabinet, in a fool’s gold depository

Nixon to Trump, from 18 to 73 I pounded the word into what I made flesh, sacred ape scat

Cooked or fried, baked or BBQ’d, in every case, it all turned to the refuse, a heap of all that.

Summer and Fall, the drums of high and low pounding on the foreskin, it’s about to climax

Almost there, OMG it’s another one that comes in a moment for a second, as I blow sax

Blues or chords of Jazz, though I like to rock especially when you lie to me, just don’t leave

You know what I know about what I’m thinkin’ everybody knows the cream of the crop leaf.

More or less than you’ve ever thought you’d get a load of, no pain is allowed in paradise ‘I’

Pinch me, pinch yourself and then we’ll know we’re awake, you saved me from the misery

Thought that being locked up in the penitentiary would force me to accept the isolation tea

I was wrong, it did not good, all evil immersed within, backward life in retrospect, “I’m fly!”

Pin in the cushion, like a cupid that’s stupid without reason, no step in any cool groove

World above or below this here, now in this time, I this space between my ears, I’ll move

To the stars all around in the space’s 360 empty places, calling echoes out, all out the sea

Moody above happiness, below sadness, an omnivorous God-to-Be, it’s about l’il ol’ Me.

Lonely west wind blew me away yesterday and now it’s like a vacuum in a twilight zone

I remember what I forgot while I was in a drunken stupor, clear light enlightenment roan

Middle of the current going one-way downstream to the cliff’s waterfall spill, dark lagoon

I loathe the fear taught to me by the bullies who faded to black before the end, holy rune.

Letters from A to Z, arranged in a continuum of disjointed nonsense yielding a theory of It

This thing we do between dawn & dusk, from infants to ancient bones, all 208 some broke

Others, more than we know, got in & out without a scratch, nobody gets out of here alive

Material girls give it up to fathers, sons & holy ghosts of ones who’ve no blind faith at all.

Creepy sisters & brothers of the cloth and the ones of my DNA blood, descended to be one

Lost the ability to recollect any memories which occurred before the last 60 minutes of fun

It couldn’t have been a superpower more appreciated, I just forget about everything down

All is never sideways unless I blow into a crosswind, out of my control, All my karma’s sewn.

Ride a tidal wave and get caught in the rip tide out to sea, nobody could see me any longer

Far gone as above so it is below, either ashes to the dust or corpse formaldehydes’ skewer

Babies to children to adults to nearly older than stardirt, explains the burying below us all

Subjective object is one idiot in a set of human geniuses all pretend to be so & so immortal.

Heard of the fear and the bravery required to confront the grave and fierce with a counter

Move to animate the momentum, regardless of direction, follow the initiator’s set vector

Serious as life & death, crystal blue persuasion of consciousness & spit it back in the ocean

We’re over yonder and right here and now, see, hear, feel, smell it, taste it, I Am One, son!

Heard of Love in any culture by the time you’re 10, understand maybe never, it’s a magneto

Attraction out of the individual’s control, it’s Nature desire to propagate the RNA ebb & flow

Hot as a branding iron, the sign of the cross is the easy way out, you gotta fight for your right

Freedom ain’t free, dead amigos proved it’s done for posterity, mighty God, fight, fight, fight.

We stream world-wide now and then, just because you were gifted a UFO tool from Saturn

Uranus maybe even Pluto, can’t keep a good man down, it’s impossible, all I am will burn

Like dust in the wind, silt at the bottom of the sea, young or old, all of y’all gotta go, git jiggy

Fish in the ocean of liquid gas, H2O leftover effulgence of music and prose, rockin’ Rickie!

Nightmare that you weren’t in my dream began with me slammin’ on the brakes, I know chit

It happens every time, good intentions result in signature dreams, can’t escape, snake pit

Just wide-open mouths with snaggle teeth exploding poison, inject the venom in your big toe

Scared of nobody alive, evolutionary excellence to avoid being cowboy boot spur in Mexico.

If you knew what you’ll find out before you die, it would scare the scat outta you, boo

Nothing so important other than there ain’t no heaven, no hell, no purging place too

When y’all & I kick the proverbial bucket, It’s the end of the story, yo’ mama said it all

Bad ilk be sorry for evil trespass, forgiveness granted, creator grace goin’ down, Fall!

I bought the shift of the gears, missed 3rd gear but I caught a power clutch to the finish

Nothing out of sorts to the good, the bad & the ugly, everything remains the same fish

In the sea or dead out of the water, still a fish form and matter remains DNA of salmon

No need to find the lost idiots and morons, they’ll become extinct in due time, my son.

Hits and misses with the attempt to procreate the species in eggs of many women, God

Sent the men to do the job but they failed miserably, check War & Peace history, hotrod

You’ll be immersed in the dream within your own dream, American, Russian or a hybrid

Either way, Ethiopia has no standing, just a myopic x-ray vision, ends when we’re dead.

Brickyard full of bricks & things within, to buy, use and discard once used up in function

By the bye, it figures that if you wait long enough, The End arrives without introduction

So, therefore, in the end, at last you move once more, not to or fro but down undercover

Ashes to the dust, Earth revolved, I rode the Spin & Wobble until the rodeo was all over.

Silent scream heard around the whole world, I had it all in my hands & then it vanished

Behind me or in front of me, never turn my back or side-step the confrontation, I’m dead

In the basket, the casket of skin, bone & dead soul, blackness’ dark light, spirit famished

Blinked but my eyes can’t see The Way, narrow & invisible to the evil, live mortal dread.

Cardinals and bishops move on the chess board, knights to fight for the rooks & queens

One king invisible head of the whole shebang, ne’er credit or blame for teachers & deans

Organizational maintenance yields efficiency unfettered, cause & effect ad infinitum sigh

Bombs blowing molecules to smithereens, TNT dynamite filling empty silence, on high.

Peel the skin down to the seed, the bone of the thing itself, RNA to mindful DNA turf

Down here or up there, either way the flow is strong, can’t be wrong, it’s all momentum

All going, going & gone to the highest of the lowest denominators, lying is an option too

Deception qualifies as One that got away, to avoid fear, loathing & a Void, ala L.A. SCUM.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, July 9^th TO the 11^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Jacked up PC still let the dogs out while jammin’ to #70’s CLASSIC ROCK HITS @  https://youtu.be/rMIRECxw6qA?si=Ml758PIKkhP8nlsY  }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

“Step into the labyrinth of language, where the echoes of old records and the static of cosmic radio stations merge into one surreal monologue. Here truth is sliced and scattered like cards in the hands of a conjurer, and memories flicker in and out, half-lit and half-lost, in a haze of day-old dreams. This is a space where the present bends backwards, where the passage of time is less a straight arrow than a looping, meandering riff—a jazz solo with no clear end, where every missed note only adds to the music. Prepare to tumble down the wormhole of rhyme and reason, of funk and forgetting, into a reflection both sacred and absurd.” Grati Ai

@PabloPicasso “The Girl”

PHILOSOPHIZING