GODS DOWN, GET DOWN WITH IT #BillyJoel #TheLoneRanger #MSG

ARRESTED & CANCELLED ET AL

In the original sinning being’s heart and soul, even God knows who’s responsible or not
Nothing that becomes anything from a Big Bang should fall on the sword, surf the Big Sur
Below the dent in the golden state’s red crust atop of The San Andreas Fault, it ain’t mine
Filling up the tank with the fuel to burn the miles from the rotund rubber spinnin’ so fine.

I’m alert, you’re alert, we’re all alert now and it’s been touch & go in the past, nevermore
Eyes & ears wide open to fetch the intent of a will to power, as above, so below evermore
Ennui caused by the special interest in the creation of Matter from atomic, cosmic soup
As if you could deduce Truth from an uncertainty principle, whatever in a Chicago Loop.

Uptown girls went downtown to shop for stylish clothes, I supported that five will git ya ten
Written words spoken either in silent internal thought or read out loud in a lion’s dream den
Why, how & who has a need to know for fight or flight defense, missile button push Starwar
So, you animate dead matter by eating it & transforming the fecal matter into a raw Power.

How many times will this minute appear on my personal time line, once is the answer, yes
Forest is a word signifying a collection of plants, alive between oceans & deserts, tip a fez
If & only if you’re alive then you’re going to die for certain, macabre but true, it’s thrown up
Look deeply through the eyes to the soul, it’s not there reflecting an image back into warp.

Pawns got the queen in check but the fact is, a stalemate won’t win the match, a kiss will
There is a small window of opportunity to score and if you snooze, y’all will lose it all until
Police and the management of the 24/7/365 coverage of the maladjusted denizens of love
Pretending teenagers grew up into adults who fail to communicate the absurdity all above.

Mothers & fathers usually die before the boys and girls they created to live a few years ago
Idiots are intelligent, stupid people, my parents had none, fortunately others got it all Prego
For my tiny wheelhouse where I run the dozens on the mamas who wear two combat boots
To not be here and now is like it was before my conception in back of a womb, it’s life afoot.

Apelike-classy it is when you have no hair on your body except for head & grundle
Naked without clothes, 2 wishes I’ve wished came true, that was two, got another
Light witches oversee the whole shebang, although nobody knows, the intel is a tool
Discovered undercover, I am in cahoots with powers that be, not you & not me, fool.

Brooms to sweep the dust clear of the entrance & exit, the clarity of the cosign is neon
On and off as the gas within the tube of a written OPEN sign gets hot & cools the boron
Immortal & invincible, that’s what a zero is, before it’s up to minus, ranneth over my cup
Divided and conquered all of the fallen angels, repaired the Evil, turned Live, WORD up.

Here and now, we’re in the diminished sevenths, buried to the Earth’s core, it’s so hot
Crisp results in crumbled ash, unidentified grounded atoms, it’s the crack of a gunshot
Snaps your conscious mind into alertness, ready for the fight or flight, on to a bye & bye
She got caught, I caught the Katy and the rest is history, I slid into home, spikes high fly.

Doubt me because I’m lying to you, telling you the truth about the reason humans exist
Negative and positive as charges can be, electrons & protons splitting up the neutron fist
Hydrogen, one electron, one proton, one neutron & scored an “A” on the semi-final exam
Degree PhD, Master & Baccalaureate duplication of wisdom’s fluke, dead, I am what I am.

Bunk beds graduated on that rear porch with windows too high above ground to jump out
Front and back doors locked up & there is no way to enter or depart, just twist and shout
Devising nonsense to fill the empty space and time with a plethora of synthetic bull scat
Know Truth, know the False, know the Lies, tell everyone what they want to hear, I’m FAT!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, March IVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BillyJoel #HITS LINK @MadisonSquareGarden https://youtu.be/JQlkUXlxTBc?si=Wmulxp-FIOrvUoSi }

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

All In ONE BIG BANG Black Hole Dead End Zone Le Claire Avenue & Chicago Boulevard #GuildOfMorons

BORN MY DADDY’S GODSON

save  our ship

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Feeling a jive-ass tingle before the flight or fight, drunk on jiggers’ Schnapps 40 shots
Kidding about nothing anymore, the Life used to be an inside joke on the idiot robots
Now, we’re the early birds who caught the worms & used them to snag the dead fish
In search of a miraculous end, you get what you see, it’s all you put in the deep dish.

Now then, my papa’s son was just the one the job called for, need 5 bucks for gas
Pops made the loan I never repaid, now and then, I tend bar & shock the monkey
Periods bleeding in and out of the eras and millennia as if it means more than nil
Cause and effects comin’ out of nowhere, black hole Singularity malfunction shill.

All I am, is what y’all are, paid or in arrears to the bottom line, cracked up to the nuts
Just you & me workin’ into the second best, next to the one and only, powers that be
Tapes rollin’ man, you’re gonna squeeze the three minutes into 3 & a half out the door
I don’t know WTF you mean, I scooted, crawled, climbed the curtains, fell upon a floor.

Sometimes, you pull #GovtMule roamin’ dirty territory, pullin’ black sheep wool tides
Out of the pockets of your jeans and into my own, melodious hyper-percussion & steel
Drunk what the drinkin’ kiddies drank, lost all my silver and gold in the casino darkness
Bag full of silver and gold, ready to transfer the load to the empty, deep pockets of This.

Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s always too early when it’s too late, man oh man
All of y’all know exactly where I’m comin’ from, out of the blue into the black & white land
Nothing is colored TV, colored people and colored plants and colored animals, all colored so
On the run or just hidin’ out with all of my stuff so nobody knows where to get it, all @J-lo’s.

Fly girl in the middle of nowhere just steppin’ the heels and toes, knockin’ the knees & heads
Creating something out of nothing perceivable, a miracle egg in the womb of species’ ‘dreads’
Beans, bullets & Truth’s Bible, Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett & Daniel Boone made this here for us
Cream of a crop you have & share with aliens of planets created for Nothing, black sheep God.

Right of the left, a blunt point of the joint just to the right of the left had corner of the room
Shiftin’ back yo my papa’s son and mama’s sisters’ daughters of the worm-squirming groom
Quartz mushed from the gravitational pull of the star-core, all the Earth has to spin, it’s free
In a wobbling circular jerk of confused tourists just off of the plane, train, plane or model T.

Bent outta shape, meaning something different than getting bent, either way all acute angles
In a triangular square, hexagonal-shaped lines surround absolutely nothing, Gig full of whirls
Of being this 208-bone bag, trained by survivors of the strongest bodies to ever be, I’m at One
Always with me, always with you, the beats and rhythm frees the rhyme stream of pretty girls.

Sunk deep down into the drink, One sea at some point allows no land to be seen, Zero’s sign
Keeper of secrets, you’ve got three minutes and some chump change to create the overprice
Of the mice and the other vermin, you can wait for the trash and garbage to blow in the wine
To get inebriated like the drunken fools who fouled up the system of perfection, rolled 2 dice.

We moved then we died and bumped skull on the blacktop, layin’ down the chopper to gods
Wasn’t my intention to meet the maker of tar and feathers, mean and nasty to the divine buds
Smoked ‘em all one at a time as if there was no tomorrow or even yesterday, forgot about it all
Moods blue, turnin’ ultraviolet to muddy black grit-grime, superfluous Adam & Eve had a bawl.

Historical hysteria completes the circle of fools pretending to know what it is, ignoring the Jizz
Without which nobody comes or goes, it’s all about the fortune of being Godzilla’s daddio whiz
Made of celluloid, looking mean & ugly, a dream within a dream’s fake terror, tattoo papa’s son
You know black sheep have bags of silver & gold, a hole in the pocket lets the dead git begone.

Margin between the mule kickin’ in the stall & the glue factory meltdown, life’s one long spat
Peace with wind blowin’ your smile into the back of your skull, apes steal one another’s chit
You need backup if you’re not a black-belt martial artist with a sheriff’s badge pinned upon it
Irish or not, lucky to be here & now, huff & puff another skin-scratch of red & blue ink, lips tat.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 2-18-2024 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Common Ground mint jammin’ to @GovtMule in an infinite loop of #JustGotPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cFLhMCiI4_w?si=-LgYKrHDI9pDTvJD }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SillyGeeseRock #RicoSuave #HeyHonky #TheGoodeFamily #JusticeIsButAHamSandwich

COMMON GROUNDED UFO BASE

Certainty of the fools who expect justice where none exists, here, now or evermore

Once existence becomes the issue with the living and the dead, then the gods score
As if there are UFO’s flyin’ around the solar system, galaxy or universe at warp speed
This ain’t no star trek or star wars chit-chat about pretenders’ worlds of divine greed.

Unknown “x” factoids are given as the premise for an honored blind faith conclusion
Skipped the facts about the dead skin and bones of our kin, friends & foes, all are in
For the Rest of the Peace, nothing gets to avoid returning to the dust of the star’s burn
Nothing but the ashes on Wednesday in Lent to remind you of your immortal return.

4 and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie, mixed with the cherry red fruit of the holy scat vine
It grows deep inside of the hypothalamus’ pine shape, which gunpowder factory is a sign
You need that for the fire in the hole, snap your necks of the elders & babies between us
Precious babies regenerate the species’ fool chain of invisible spirits, souls & idle minds.

Full of the bottom lines of the ends of the common fields we’ve occupied by accident
On purpose, we’ve caused a chain reaction of Fate’s electron activity, I’m heaven sent
Below or above the polar opposites of this and that, there’s nothing more nor less than
Almighty Void Black Hole Singularity, we sacrifice our herd up to you all, the Word.

Fools brought back the games to pass the time until the rigor mortis claims dead meat
Disrespect due to the liars & cheaters who knew the Known but kept Truth Top Secret
Strategic isolation of the prize of the holy seats of the undercover lovers of stupid scat
Manufactured by dead philosophers, poets & politicians who killed what they shat.

Civilized clowns and numbskulls who open cans of worms & then complain to the fish
Offering up the squirm on a hook, in the mouth, down the gullet & it’s on for The Ride
Jumping up above the surface in the belly of the beast, a moment flying, diving down
To fathom depths allowed before the final jerk of trouble, lost all fight, get outta town.

Surface to air, there’s water and rocky dirt, the entire remains of a Big Bang of Cool
Outerspace farther and farther from the center, no doubt about it, mama raised no fool
It’s a stretch of liberty to feel that you own freedom to behave without any regulation
You are consigned to morals, ethics & modifications of being all too human, a mortal sin.

Apparently, the first human born to the first pair of humans was a mortal sin, that’s a fact
Look around you, free country, fifty states, millions of citizens & an undocumented stack
Preface by total soundless silence, per-conception inside darkness, mother’s womb tomb
Brought forth what thrives a second or century for no reason,, just a lunatic on a broom.

Meaning without wings you can’t fly without being in the atmosphere, wingless angel
I think I’m a thing, I’m not nothing as might be expected, the whole shebang’s one Void
Forget about it all, every past event with every individual involved got disconnected
Suffering the whole boatload of terror before my eyes, I put God’s holy pain back to bed.

Media communication of data dissemination keeps the world turning, we see what it is
Without pain and suffering we can survive until the bell tolls, release sometimes is caput
Special needs adults living life by whatever goes #TikTok or even if it don’t, up the clock
Where the mouse went after beginning Hickory Dick or Ree Dock, you cause the flock.

Sheep as you are or the angels who interdimensionally Zen smack us on our two knees
One outer skin is so thin that it’s nearly invisible yet it’s beyond good and evil screes
I used to but I don’t any more, speak out loud as if someone cared, the Truth don’t hurt
Not me but it may harm the ones who haven’t read the reason & rhyme of my heart.

It dripped and flowed freely at my will, my whim of desire and need, I cherish my love
She flows upstream to the hatchery and stabs me in the soul & heart, below or above
On top is fine, laughing out loud (LOL) but I have done It, what will have been done
It’s all a come-on, quite a thermonuclear show, as if a sunburn means nothing but fun.

It’s a reminder that you’re mortal, a fool if you live thinking you will live when you die
For the sake of your species if not for your own progeny, if any, you best STFU yo’ mouth
Daughters of the sons of the fathers who all died without their egos & ids deeper south
Here ye, here ye, read all about it, headline is all you need to read, spell it & you’re Fly!

Hymns sung by blind followers beaten by their parents into submission, power to be bums
Listen to the words of the music, the melody and sounds of wind flutes & tom-tom drums
When it’s time, you’ll know, be wary of false alarms of Time &Wall Street Journal tweets
Here’s what your life on Earth will last longer than, an air bubble, enjoy the backstreets.

Getaway from the scene of the crime, y’all never get a reward for the crime & punishment
Hide in a cave with the blind monks and insects that thrive without light, all heaven sent
To lay eggs, hatch them & reincarnate dead bugs we’ve annihilated just like the Goliaths
More than ever before, happiness’ painlessness is sacrosanct, happy lives or gimme deaths.

Powder is dry for the powers that be, that my friends is you and it’s me, really can’t mix it up
Dependent on the creators to get me back my bullets, nobody will get hurt, it’s self defense
Thing of beauty, the beautiful that contrasts with the ugly, malform-face of muted makeup
Far out man, it’s gnarly as usual, a gift to gab not wasted, Now, this Life all makes nonsense.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-13-2024 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Cached this out of the matrix while listening to @650KFBK @Armstrong_GettyRadio
Link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.

#FAT_TUESDAY