#Zoroaster & FREEEEEEEEE D O C T O R D E M E N T O & so forth & so on... & Have a happy Hanukuh & the Very Merry Christmas You've ALWAYS expected, Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

LIVING AND DYING ANKH AD INFINITUM

Mike and the gang gone rogue for the sake of civilization, it’s the Christmas flow of fools

Thinking that you can get away with murder & grand theft of your mothers & fathers booty

Let me tell you something in the confessional, you come & you’ll go in a NYC minute’s spiff

High or low, it all winds up underground, buried in the stardirt that’s become dead ash Piff.

Snow falls because it doesn’t go up until it turns to thin air, gas without recycle of the flow

It’s a repetition for no reason other than just because, no reason to doubt about it, go slow

Sleighbells ringin’ & announcing a saint’s in the house, that can’t be seen with four eyes too

Unmarried ‘til married & separated, divorced, ‘til death do y’all part the ‘hood too-live crew.

Wink one eye, you got something in it or you’re signaling for a return smile, set blinks to 182

I’ll go on record as saying that Jesus Christ was no superstar of the revolution vs. the Blue

Mass communicating the dream inside of the God’s head is impossible, just because of it

God ain’t dead since God was never animated as a form of life’s bones and voodoo chit.

Pick your flies out of the air with chopsticks, you can’t do it unless you know you can’t o it

Then and only then you’ll see the open sore of the gash disseminated by the pope’s priests

From altars and confessionals, you see the transformation divine all-human, beast breath

Nothing you can do or say will change the immutable chain of finite events, birth to death.

Talking about God and the unnamed before Zeus & Zarathustra for the minions of humanity

Save nobody but yourself, use the words that you say for the power to transform no divinity

Consciousness comes & goes without any reason at all, saved or punished for Adam’s folk

Die, survive until you do, it’s the way, the narrow one but at least you’re awake & not #Woke.

It’s not mine, it’s not yours & for certain it’s nobody in charge of a thing, this is a Gold sham

I forgot to recall what you can ne’er recollect, it’s a sacred scam to be smashed by a slam

Wealthy poor folks paying with blood, sweat & tears & then the taxes recover what’s left in

Everything above & below is beyond my comprehensive analysis, nothing I know, I am skin.

Rise from the dead when you’re rigor mortis has set in, ruin the future with the Truth’s knife

Just a man to be inoculated with deadly viral infections gifted from the divine Man & wife

Lovers’ fools impact the species survival, random recombinant DNA shuffles the deck Ace

One left out of four, diamond in the rough of Spades, Clubs & Diamonds all up in your face.

You need to know who cares, desire to believe what may or may not be the Truth, It’s Xmas

Time in Space to recollect the thing itself, we’ve been created to be held accountable Bass

Bass fish in the sea, small, some big & some just too low to see in the sea, I, sperm whale

Beating you to the punch, uppercut, left or right cross & a solid slap of Mary Well’s junk ale.

Drank it all and when I drunk, I laid down, passed out & died in my skin & bones, a dillecti

God’s dams keeping the H2O from drowning us in another great flood, we gotta stay high

Above the surface of the drink or we’ll get drunk, without the alcohol of the acid in a cup

Arrested my attention, broke hearts, defecated souls, back into my spot, ain’t god, cop.

What is this something that’s got a hold on me? A pretty face & box of bones all to be free

From me & the rest of the all too human grocery stores, convenience to roll the 7’s & 11’s

Shakin’ the rock & roll between the A’s to the G’s, sharp or flat, major or diminished heaven

All right to feel alright, it’s just doin’ your thing like a fool that stays too long, it’s a mortal sin.

Yours or mine, we can’t get away with murder or grand larceny, there’s a price Karma needs

Mama & papa got nothing to do with your age of reason other than being original mortal sin

Bend over and get bent as trained by the regulating authority, nothing & nobody is in charge

It’s time to rest in peace, I got beer for my horses, shots & spiffs to calm scars all too large.

House of cards falls, be it 52 or 48 in the deck, I can’t stop gravity’s pull to a sanctum pit

Here and now I’ll leave y’all in the muck & mire of pain, suffering & pleasure relief steps

Pills, smoke, positive thought & everything that matters to be or not to be, pie in the sky

Ahead or behind where I am, right here & now, I’ve said enough, said, done, I’m all over it.

Multiplication of hard lines between zero & one, happening comes, y’all get it in the rear

Buckets empty without the blood runs, the spirit ghost smoke gets loose, we turn to s#it

None of us get too far from the rocks & dust on the ground, high or low, mud & bloody beer

For the whole shebang is seen by the aliens, we were them, now we’re Homers in a skit.

I got a posse of hunters for the gold & silicon in the valley, trippin’ the light fantastic ‘til 9

After the darkness falls, stars appear as if they were hiding in plain sight, I breathe-in fine

Bounty of the hunters is the booty we’ve gleaned out of the empty-minded, as I do guffaw

‘til my two lips are too dry to flip phrases that quench the thirst for happiness’ screw, raw!

High and mighty or low or powerless, all above are necessary ingredients for Life on Earth

Life IS elsewhere outside of Earth, yet a moot point, you can’t get there at all, death to birth

Parents, brothers, sisters & everything within the matrix are the gist of the #1 hits of yo’ ass

Set like Jell-O & a pudding, not quite solid nor liquid yet able to transmute it all to pass gas.

Fish jumpin’ & can’t be caught or eaten by the flies & lures of the angler, Man or an alewife

Chance enters, lucky to be here, could have been aborted or miscarried & reincarnated life

Not to be or not to be, it’s no question for us to ask unless we’re got divine inspiration in tow

It ain’t easy, living, The Struggle is immense, only babies cry & get fed, adults down slowly.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi XII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 PMPST

{ Kicked the Scat out of my laptop, now lame & limp, while jammin’ to the High Sound of @TobyKeith #BeerForMyHorses on  youTube @ https://youtu.be/o1JOFhfoAD4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

What Chew Talkin' 'Bout Willis? #SchematicMysteryOccultoEcon @KeanuReeves #TheMatrixMoves #JiveTalkin'

Supra Santa cheerleader

Now and then it occurs to me as it ought to occur to everyone past the age of reason

That this here and that there right in front of our eyes, that’s the light that blinds us all

Neither you nor I can do anything about it other than try to have friends before you die

It’s a lonely box of bones that has no chums or relatives to recollect the corpus dillecti.

Hey man, it’s not for any of us to judge, we’re lucky we’re on the planet for a NY minute

Kid you not about the nature of reality & illusions of immortality and reincarnate in fruit

Things themselves just like y’all, yourself as you are & always will be, a fallen apple pie

A germinated sack of coded star sunshine that comes & goes just liceity split, it’s no lie.

Simple as it is to comprehend the subjects and predicates as written, spoken words spin

At 78, 45 or 33 1/3 revolutions per minute of revolving spin under a diamond stylus’ din

You and I know that this means nothing to any but the anointed ones’ holy ghosts’ sign

Loaded, spinning the tires to the party, drinkin’ Christmas cheer nogg & burnin’ the pine.

To you and yours I offer my sincere hopelessness for the best 2025’s new year we ever had

No way to tell if I’m right or wrong until same time, same place next year so let’s get it on

Unsynchronized with the orbital trajectory of Earth’s animation in the middle of nowhere

Singing songs I rhyme & ride the tide to the shore on surfboards of hippies with long hair.

Psudowisdom for the know-it-alls, kiss @Bullwinkles & @Rockies mistletoe home of slaves

Bark of a coyote without skills to hunt & terminate road fowl too fast to catch speed of light

Fair to superior carnage of the things which require annihilation prior to Black Hole graves

Pulling every atom of Matter into Mistletoe Singularity without indulgence, yet a good fight.

There is no silent night for real, it happens when we’re sound asleep off or on a holy holiday

Jive talkin’ about the holy daze everybody loves to share with strangers and families of USA

Outside of America, it ain’t the same, unless you’re on a US Military base, need your people

Even if not invited to Christmas dinner & not given gifts from loved ones who expect 1 today.

It’s all for the Christ, the Savior of believers and non-believers alike, a safe place for agnostics

Popes, cardinals, bishops, monsignors and parish priests speak pig Latin for the atheists & Sics

You beat me to the mistletoe for a holly, jolly Christmas but I’ll take a kiss or two in full synch

Know it’s always going to be the same, hell is bent, it’s the best we will ever get, blink, blink!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi 12-21-MMXXIV Anno Domini at 333 PMPST

  (Santa hears you, bad girls rock!  Kicked this out of the Matrix while jammin’ to Xmas by @Mariah & amigos… compilation on youTube, link @ https://youtu.be/fRyhqobl0sk?si=g6YkyP1fm3Hb4FLN }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

DEATH:  NOTHING IS EVEYTHING, THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT.

END OF YEAR #POWERSTROKE #CommonGrounded #GoodGodHappyNewYear2025 @Eminem & #TwoTrailerParkGirls ... goin' 'round the outside!

I FOLLOW THE NEWS, SAME OLD BLUE, FLAT SHARPS

Gods were here and now they’re all gone and it’s the way it is now both above & below US

There’s no point to drawing a picture from one straight or crooked line that winds to a circle

This here, right this moment is all there is inside of your mind, other data has uplink-bleed

Creep up and down the corridors of the matrix maze you’ve appeared in, to star as a lead.

Once or more than a million times, I have related your mother to the poor lady seed pod

Throws up the babies to increase the monthly income from the powers that be you & me

Two or three (tree) more times and the end of all good times is all that’s left, you’re all in

Can’t become a dot when you’re a line or a two-dimensional shape of Pavlov’s Doge coin.

What I am is what you are, living matter that will not last the century’s causes of effects

Miraculous search has been abandoned for the mundane absence of malice to sexists

Plague kills the living to make room for the cleared palate, we’ve erased your memories

Slate to be or not to be, invasion or exile, either way you’re all gonna die, god-eye sees.

Woke can’t wake up, can’t fall asleep back into the sugar-baby coma for the colored Id

It’s the gamut from deep purple, ultra-violet to infrared & the bovine scat fed to every kid

On or off of Planet Earth, the leftover chit floats about the burning gas-balls of stardust

Incompetent as you know yourself, sensations show sensational & exaggerated disgust.

BBQ’d animal crackers assume animated cell-forms, DNA/RNA combos of fission fashion

Pinned to the pine trees you see from 8 miles high above pop rocks of atomic subdivision

Second city you emerge form a swam of Lake Michigan trolls & drones to retrieve big balls

Jesus’ quotes The Prophet, a frozen-stiff God’s sons of creation, Souls’ fall to welfare rolls.

I will what happens, all in front of my woke-face, persuasion of others is a misnomer’s spiff

I kicked you in the low-hangin’ fruit, the family jewels, hear screamin’ Angus of AC/DC, a riff

You know like I know once you’ve progressed beyond the mercy of the welfare department

Popstars pop out of the toaster with tart fruit, manna of champions from a Jetson’s toaster.

Force you into the round hole, you’re a square, four lines meeting the four points leftover ilk

As you know, nobody knows anything, sights & sounds of the stars we call Zeus’ kids’ milk

All the dead men & women who lived since the Power allowed evolved apes to get hell bent

Everyone would have been surprised by the mystery of struggling to survive a punishment.

Since the water has been evaporating out of the atmosphere due to the orbit’s wobbling

Soon the continents’ shores will increase the sight of the crags exposing Earth as asteroid

An accidental effect of the Big Bang is Life on Earth, there’s no other star in the universe

We are all there is, what you see in the black sky at night is the blanket over your fear-Void.

Enough will never be enough for the whole shebang, the rainbow trash is the fuel for Zeus

Humility within is exposed by jealousy of all fungal infections we call our elected, ewe puss

Monkey shines, pre and post your mother’s labor, father’s random-mix of the slippery slope

I ain’t gonna say this twice, if you listen & navigate the rest of your life story, it’ll be all dope.

Tiny and simple to huge and complex, a dot transforms into shapes of animated, aired acid

Came from sunshine’s photosynthetic modification of the thing itself, One pretentious Id

Before your conception, you can’t recall but there was either Fear & Love evolved to mutate

Egg & seminal fluid is It, what you are ain’t a god’s daughter or antihero son of a gun’s date.

Revoke & resign are not viable options, all you get is dead air, a body of work, piece of work

Fallen or just trippin’ on the formula retrieved from commandments on slate rock for a dork

That prehistoric modification of blind faith’s belief in Nothing absolute, First Cause antihero

Pals of Bad-Built-Bush-Body, degenerate savages are the progeny of our gods, I add to zero.

Comic books with funny jokes between punks and their animals, generate the mirth of gods

Laughing their invisible soul’s arses off, there’s reason for madness, I will cause extinction

I drank all of the leftover bowls of cereal cow milk and sugar, sweetened my cavity function

Pulled the rotten roots out of the maxilla & mandible with a shot of nonvaccine Nova Caine.

Ski & skate as a substitute for crawling, walking & sprinting, point A to B, a Clarkfever fizzer

If and only if the boredom will be too much to take, only then terminate DNA & RNA’s uplink

What will happen then, what will you do then when Scat hits the fan und spreads like butter

All recycled matter we call food, dedicated defecation, no drinks stay within, it’s all in sync.

POTUS’ toughness gets a blow to the noggin and goes into the power-stroke of the millennia

What I am is what I got between my ears, non-material mind of different strokes, what the…

Gods in the dams to keep the river waters from the melted snow atop the high lander peaks

Kids rock just has hard when it’s the softer and kinder rock of ages, prehistoric funky geeks.

Locomotion is mocking the revolving & orbiting pieces of dirty galaxies only dead heads see

Ate dogs, cats, cattle, horses, goats, pigs, sheep, snakes & live elves, all too humane to be

Off color ultraviolet waves turn into infrared frequencies that were never here or ever there

Spatial timing is everything, nothing is more important than that, avoiding extinction in fear.

Running the dozens, you’ll never even know, poets don’t even know it, no fate of protocol

With the leftover stardusted sand, the hydrogen & oxygen are artificially intelligent, like #aI

My father Al, artificially dreamt that a dream’d come true, it did, here I am, hereditary sloop

Deep Space is empty of wisdom & knowledge, goddess’ drones filling womb-cosmic-soup.

I have the trump to cancel-out your powerful acey-deucy high-balls, I will lay low to the end

Finale will eventually finalize a contract, signed on a dotted line and then logged in heaven

No fire and brimstone will annihilate the yuletide logs in the fireplace, placed Hell’s kitchen

Near a melting pot of every race, sexual menudo of 208 bones of a cultural collection of sin.

Amboy’s Dukes & girls into dead Folkes, terminated via age or accident, answer the phone

Pretention of naked-ape children who’ve graduated out a Universe’s university, mind-blown

Common ground keeping us down, all gravitational pull of the wobbling revolution, my orbit

Crowned and finally left grounded skull & bones, buried, burned, pulverized “Never Forget!”

Now you see it, then you don’t, emptiness inside of a deep hole, eating ducks, cats & @Doge

I’m your father & your mother’s father hence, you are what I am yet one of us is a cool rogue

Infinite periods between sentences download paragraphs’ phraseology, simple fools’ pools

Genes demented forms of liquids & gases turned solid, wasted dump of uneducated fools.

Bums and brutal junkies filling out forms for the games of hens & roosters, illegitimate eggs

Been what you’ve been, off of the throne when gods’ deaths’ go goo-goo doll, drag of dregs

I am nearly gone; I’m goin’ to a #GoGo with the smoke of @Smokey & shebang of a miracle

Force One, dead yet not gone, no more death & suffering, Hohoe Xmas, 2025’s Hell’s Bell.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Drafted during the #FinalShow of @Armstrong_Getty #ClipsOfTheYear @ @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650 #GitSome #ObviouslyNotJoeBiden while jammin’ later to @WARtheBand link # https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=5MnFZWWDx7x156at }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereMyCountryGirlsAt? @LukeBryan @TraceAdkins & @Pitbull #ChristmasSongs & #BestOfSantana #ForChristsSake #ForTheLoveOfTheGods #MeinDeus #GodsDAM #AlogrhythmTHIS @Santana #WINNINGisEVERYTHING & #TheOnlyThing #snoopdogxmas @SnoopyXmas #HolyFamilia #JesusChristSUPERSTAR #Madonna #GwenStefani #MariahCarey

THIS IS NOT A TEST

DO NOT REPEAT

 AD INFINITUM, AMEN

I will go back and forth from the scene of my conception in the holy sanctum, mama

Inside of the outer space within the solar system, revolution around fireball spin spa

Reached out to touch our hands before you knew about it, it was all in my mind’s eye

Images moved between my ears, skullduggery on high without the buggery out the sky.

Hills gone down to the bottom, slid or tumbled down like Jack and Jill who knew better

Trained to be the humans who lasted forever without disease from viral bacteria batter

To be or not to be between the dots and lines drawn without traces, freedom ain’t free

We all force the power to yield for a moment to redirect the force within, bird & no bee.

Breathe It in the force of the star’s sunshine, a photosynthetic progeny of the green mama

With or without me, Time & Space goes on as above, so below, I just got lucky, ask my Pa

It’s the climax that counted, the injection of the code to survive, to remain a fit specimen

Bring your best game to the court-of-balls, round or spheroid shaped at random G-farcin’.

Hands off of my liquidity, I trade nothing and Nothing gets traded without my direct intent

Force of One, unmoved mover cannot allow trauma or emergency, power of One’s content

Atomic, molecular gold and lead transformation from burnt stardirt to All that’s left of Gods

Gold to go, Twitter to Tick-Tock, Facebooked bric-a-brac clarity Atlas’ gold, a deep state fog.

China and the chinaware they’ve left over from the TNT glass are Ends of a beginning scene

J.P. Morgan Chase rules us all, international link to the Void is eternally embedded divining

Fine lines ‘tween points in empty Void Space, creating illusions of walkie-talkie-movie flick

A to Z in alphabetical order, terminate stalkers of the innocent, disassembled all dive bars.

Began life as an error of the genome, no love in the intercourse, vile, violence & extinction

Evolution happens as well as an annihilation of a thing itself, what the fugue is Form, son?

Ruby Tuesday on the Saturday night I saw her last I knew I was gonna miss her forever too

Never psychic before or after that, One realization gave me pause, I rewound it like a fool.

Between the lines of the matrix’ dots, an empty form appears in a mindful cyber phantom

Big and small dots evolve into an amorphous blob of Nothingness backed by Golden cows

Worship invisible, unknown sagas about the vacant history that Is no more, when in Rome

All as above, so below, we’re within a high power but we’re the fuel It consumes & It blows.

Speak nothing about being alive and why you’ve been conceived or else you’ll be deceived

Holy ghosts come and go as if they were never here and now, someday it’ll be true, won’t be

Neither here nor there, in or out of Earth’s planetary atmosphere, Words matter to the Dead

Ash & bone fragments of DNA, holy pictures & prayers to a Void, highchair sitters eat bread.

Seminal ideas extinguished but there’s no other ideas leftover, hence, all you get is a scribe

Writing meaningless strings of alpha-beta-cappa rigmaroles for the babies to bottle imbibe

From mom’s nipples to the bartender’s spirits of the cripples, idiots, wimps & team scrubs

Can’t run a game on the champs, pretenders remain as they are, not good as nuclear subs.

Target bull’s eye ahead of you, shoot the arrow’s head into the sacred sanctum, a holy hole

In me to do what I do, no free choice in the program, it’s immutable, harnessed divinity soul

Pleasure & suffering within yourself until you’re sick to death & collapse into corpus dillecti

To gods who come after a climax, already set to go, to be One, ask One, Christ’s mass’ high.

My imagination is accurate since the data is uplinked into the matrix, easy to retrieve it all

Subjects & predicates fill books with original and regurgitated funky junk, I know we’ll Fall

Collapsed & out of breath, no more breathing in & out for the powers that be, old Pa & Ma

My friends, I celebrate their lives, existed & died to bring me here, to sign signals of the GA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Zapped this out of the Zapmail leftovers from my FedEx pension, while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #GypsyMan & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0?si=DQtPs82j7xxNPdRR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GANGSTAzPARADISE #ChickAboom @CaitlinClark #FemaleAtheleteOfTheYear #JohnWick5 & #3 TOO! #OptimusPrime #TheBangSessions @Van_Morrison @Keanu_Reeves #NeverForgetDECEMBER71941

F D R

PEARL HARBOR - NEVER FORGET ZEROS' BLOOD

R. J. STIPULATIONS

Revolting the revolution in revolving reruns, controversy empty without me & you fool

Dreams ended with the #Woke and #Awakened struggling for survival in the gene pool

All the DNA in the world will not cause anything mortal to become immortal, cosmic soul

Chopped liver is better than hard liquor & weed you got in your stache, drag a deep hole.

Y’all got into the gaol but you’re the sheriff & you got the badge of courage, you are Dope

Not the bad thing of addiction but the one everybody wants & needs, like a whistle of hope

Complicated like your mother and father meeting in the darkness, original sin of the climax

Beginning of the finale on the way to a curtain call encore, it’s what it’s all about, the sex.

Clearly the beginning of the end when total extinction is the far away goal of mankind’s ilk

Back against the wall again & you’ll never guess the reason, so I’ll let you know, beer is milk

Get higher than kites that go no further than a stratosphere, astronomical cosmos all in knots

Catastrophic ending to the spontaneous interruption of Time and Space, imagine, we robots.

Wealth in the breath you’re gifted just because you survived the attempted murders of Me

By the by, it’ll all be water under the bridge but right now, I’m in revenge mode, sailin’ the sea

No boat or ship, no canoe or raft, Love shut down my needs, desire all of it, monster bull ‘S’

Rebels, under-the-skin fools livin’ underneath dirty rocks pounding in Jesus’ God nonsense.

That don’t confront me much, stabilize the confrontation in an invisible catastrophe, Big Bang

As above it is so below, differential dimensions 360 degrees around the Singularity of Yin Yang

See and hear, smell and taste what can’t be felt in the hands’ skin, left over in skull and bones

Retrieval of The Silence is the goal of the noise, metal to metal grinding, Matter left all alone.

This is all you get, the unknown remains and the known perishes like dust in the west winds

Marvelous to be & not to be, the life of the things themselves, atoms to dolphin dorsal fins

Aftereffects of the afterthought before the mind appeared out of nowhere special, in my head

Outside my face, it makes no difference other than to pass the Time in Space, dreamin’ in bed.

Runs up your nylons are never gonna win that race, barefoot & pregnant keeps fidelity rising

No time for regrets and guilty consciences resulting form roaming the field, just like playing

Games with rules you either know or you don’t, in every case, every reaction will fade away

As if it never had the chance to become a zygote, fertilized egg in the nest/womb of the day.

In every language on Earth from #PigLatin to complicated #Rap-a-licious signals with pistols

Check out old TV in old B & W, talkin’ Cisco Kid, Wyatt Earp, Marshall Dillon or Mather's

Quitting the ovulating teens from reproducing the species before the baby-daddies got gigs

Grampus & Grandmas got you as the center of an attention, want the DNA to survive trolls.

Interest given on the millions you’ve never earned but it’s your accumulation of God gold

Wealthy yet just began kiss the wiped derrieres of the ones who count your debits’ cache

Banked & shadow dancin’ like true loan sharks, catchin’ you on flip sides of ol’ successes

Law and three-piece suits are what they are, stealing the faux appearance, order of things.

Up in the sea or down in the upper atmosphere’s sky, disguised the black as illusory blue

Reminding nobody that this life, this existence of each of us living today und yesterday too

Are the remnants of the Big Bang, in trailer parks or out on the prairie in a Tee, it’s all good

As long as the spirit arrives into the skull & bones, a monster is created to get cookin’ food.

I heard her singin’ in the shower, in my mind, she’s not here and now any longer, I was hers

Where in this world could a place be better than right here by my handsome face, I’m fierce

Needs and desires fulfillment my adaptation to the survival of my 208 bones, top of the stack

Every day & every night from this to the last spin of Earth, I’ll love the soul stuck to my back.

All chills gone in a New York Minute, up to uplinked emotional spurts of adrenaline’s gluons

Better than butter which of course is whipped cattle milk for the calves who never get it, sons

Full-on victory for well-fed human herds on 7 continents, rich & poor will die in a Grand Slam

Promised by a phantom to save them from corpus dillecti when Nothing can, that’s It, Bam!

Shoot all of the messengers, burn all of the books, hide the Truth in Occult vaults of #AlienX

It’s not the fault of the ignorant that they’re deceived to believe lies & deny truths about sex

Facts of Life are all One and the same, Many have come from the One, subatomic, Singular die

Fins are up, since you’ve got no choice, you’ve been swept out to sea by the tide, isle #Yuletide.

I kid you not, it’s been said that one way or the other, in the end, everybody gives it up high

Here and now, one door opens & another door closes on the points of no return to this sky

Underground burial or immersion in the salted, dead seas’ & oceans’ leftover H2O battleaxe

Divine worthiness of your egocentric Id is your ticket to paradise, we think, we’re la bombax.

Idolizing the memory of the spirits of all, passed away skulls and bones left over and out of it

Bog of swamp muck surrounding your mansion’s mote, keep your chin up, breathe out of Chit

Nobody can hold it in very long, what goes in must come out or ill-disease results in predation

Oxygen and hydrogen-two, essential with rare elements of silver, gold and calcium deposition.

Oh, y’all thought you’d be rewarded after bodily expiration, sad but true, it’ll all be over, caput

Dreams and hauntings of the critical thinking mind you inherited by accident becomes a foot

From the edge of the universe’s dark void looking inside out, like a brown tide of Savoy, alas!

Egregious form of the shape of things, complexly simple conglomeration of free radical blasts.

There is a will to power of everything, it’s probably a #Clusterphuq of data in a tangled web

Display an asterisk for the follow up reference to a morsel, a smidgen or byte of Dataset celeb

Coming from underneath the muck and mire, ad infinitum, Free Will defunct, without power

Punked by the minions, just a phallic head and mutant voice-over, yet wise as a lawn mower.

Seriously or flippantly, I declare that I have no knowledge of anything more than Plato or Kant

In every case, to know is to assume conclusions based on assumptions, all impossible to know

Foreign to Earth from the moon to the stars in this & all other galaxies, the Cosmos’ epistemics

Models formed as red blueprints, I am holding the adversary off alone, bare handed & free.

Of a drink called Squirt, it puts a grin on your chin, standing alone without the crutches’ fly

Get some Devil Dogs to #Loose when WAR is waged, things themselves to the beats of battle

War on US enemy shores, if another one stands, I’ll send your life, come to a nightmare, son

Got brimstone for the lucky to be dead & gone, none will walk, none will have teeth, all gone.

One marine, with a need to bleed when the light goes green, one of a kind, deadmen survive

No standing alone, last to go, hardcore to the enemy, soft to my kin, baby boys’ & girls’ hive

Hell has no feeling I won’t overcome, bring the Devil himself, gonna force the #Turnaround

In a hot fire, OORAH Marines, #GetSome & say good night to Jesse & Sophia, heroes of One.

Halls of Montezuma to shores of Tripoli, the battles come and go, equipped to end the scuffle

Oorah, Git Some, Dogs to loose, War is waged, fill a need to bleed, so God smiled on the Corps

Rivers of blood runnin’ under your feet in the swamps, jungles and meadows of Oz’s wizards

Now, communicate, now hear this, deny your Ends to your peril, ready? Marines are brutal.

Gone further than the Yin and Yang were willing to go, beyond the force of the Void Devil

Hell being the Hades scheduled for the Evil who embody the Live Fear on the windowsill

March on this, chew on K-rations, drink pilled-pee & say night to Jessie, where chit blazed

Strong survive & for certain the bombed die, natural for dogs to loose, War jungle waged!

Here now, there’s a few gasps of breath left, nobody knows which one’s the last, kill more

Death does that to every living thing, subatomic or macroscopic solar systems, Marine Corp

1st Marines take on every communist who knows nothing of Marx or Einstein, singin’ a song

Warriors all over Space dispersed from 1st detachments, wings with skills on simmer, Score!

On a scale which has a zero in the middle of positive & negative integers out of order lineup

The stipulations have not only recommendations but also more importantly, a #Swifty D-cup

Million to one, a billion to one and it’s not my intent to repeat up to the Supreme Court dock

If the stream’s strong then the Force has the power to cause change, effective as a cock block.

Once happiness has cause pleasure and satiation, then and only then will the Life be copacetic

Nothing but the best things happen to the good & the ugly, the bad move subatomic evil slick

All things are a molecule in one form or another, from barnacles to triplets of human mothers

Electrons, neutrons & protons annihilate all 999 forms of life, slap me 5 Outerspace brothers.

Straight A’s didn’t get you into Yale or Stanford but it was your ticket to elite military groups

U.S. Intelligence as the foundation for keeping this Liberty we cherish & fight back the coups

Of all the dead heroes who gave their lives so that you & yours feel safe to party-on, I salute

Shook my phone for a response, just rates dropped so my yield increased beyond a law’s suit.

Pull and push the handle so that it’s open or closed at will, high-heeled boys with low sparks

No means yes & vice versa in the bizarre world without mothers & fathers, big dogs run parks

Trees, bushes, grass & ponds in pristine condition on the outskirts of the metropolitan locality

Crime defined as breaking ten commandment, punish as a necessary condition of humanity.

Disobedience to One Law or many laws with zero tolerance will lead to the contradiction con

Playing a game with the results a payoff in gold or tender, maybe a trade-off property owned

Big time or tiny space you can’t make increase it’s modus operandi if it’s not in the code, son

Predilection for more Time when you’ve run ut is a moot point, no more cash to be loaned.

On to conclusions, all deduced or become induced from the veracity of false assumptions

Consequential justice for the ignorance of the crimes and punishments of odd prosecutions

Mitigation of words, proof without any doubt that the Truth is deduced so very reasonable

Far away, much further than the farthest place in Space, out of this world, you ring my Bell.

All hands on deck, we have boots on the ground adversely affecting the extinction of life

Not only just the answer to the meaning of existence but all tight spots ready for battle

Defense & offense merge for the perfect nonsense & defense of the command’s ordinance

For the last time, wake up before it’s too late, your father’s orders, come on, Let’s Dance!

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r j j stephan, I

c.  Vendredi, Freezember VI^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Opened this can of worms while jammin’ to @BadCompany #ShootingStar & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EaZZRrWxAN8?si=0StR03TBrpwM2Y84 }

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#MyTwoCents #TooOldLetGo #SoulStripper an @ACDC #YouKnow . . . @JohnWick6VI @KeanuReeves @TomCruise @Eminem #SlimShady @MaryWells @TheTemptations #AintTooProudToBEG

 

Picassoesque Woman, shake yo' android

Exactly why you go to church on Sunday or temple or mosque on the holy, worship swings
Finish lines at the exact latitude & longitude as the recurring Start lines, flyin’ angel wings
Nothing you nor I can do other than keep moving on the Timeline, it’s just a shout away too
High volumes pierce every ear that hears the buzz of constant interference, off the air blue.

 

Synchronicity of your psyche and the revolution of Earth on the ecliptic of grandpa Pete’s Id
Knowledge of the usual effects of specific causes acting in perfect timing as a humane Ego
Distance between things causes the effect of dropping data into a black hole datum COVID
Nineteen, favorite number out of a hundred, I had nineteen friends, I’ll die at a hundred & 19.

 

I know you can’t believe it, it’s not for blind faith, it’s incredible & another Time dimension
Blind faith required for now and then, consciousness of Reality attempts to crush you in sin
Not that you’ve done anything wrong but the blame & guilt is all for you now go get all you can
If you don’t then who will get the good things with ape’s double swords ready for retribution.

 

Think you are where you’re going to be in a hundred, thousand or even one day from now, meh
Meaning that human misbehavior is successfully regulated by ten commands & olden rules
You may be crazy or just a genius pretending to be, to avoid the work-a-day world of earning it
Food for thought, it’s the matriculation of your tuition that allowed Karl Marx to spout off chit.

 

No more nor less of black dogs who’ve come from bitches with no cause, just stray alley cats
New year comes every spin around the sun, sunny days never far from the flyin’ vampire bats
Mary had a little lamb, she needed the cash so she sold the wool & mutton to Jack’s lion den
Where evil spelled backward is live & you can never tell which is which, thrown in a death spin.

 

No regrets, did it all & did it over & over again, not bragging just stating facts of life I never knew
Walking around in Space from place to place whether asleep or wide awake, all Phillip’s screw
Love or not, species began with or without a reason, it’ll dilapidate due to it’s moral imperative
You have one, good, bad or ugly, it is Matter in Forms spending Time in empty Space, it is alive.

 

Without an oven, cake won’t bake, it will rise in the heat of the night & cook at 375 degrees hot
Out the hot oven, slit sideways in two, infused with cherry whipping cream from the smoke pot
Crystal, gold, out Acapulco or Mazatlan into a thin air, floating coast south to north Siberia ice
Celebrate with a salute to the ones who came before us & died before they heard the True lie.

Hollow world inside of this Earth-ball of dirt, I ain’t trippin’ over bottomless pits of John Wick’s
Don’t freeze in ice, don’t burn in flames of fire, just live let live, don’t kill & eat living, BBQ meat
As if that stops your loop of death & destruction, banquets of dead steaks & chick drumsticks
Any humans that are dumber than a rock, please survive & reproduce your own kind, Big Feet.

Breast fed no more, after a first bite, that was the end, pain & suffering began the gentle scree
Milk came from the goats’ teats, the cows’ utters, some white, some brown chocolate, creamy
From Philadelphia or Sonoma, cheese & wine flow is all that’s really important, you all on duty
Maybe so, maybe not, bottom line, you’ll throw a toast, salute to my grand dads who begot me.

Before you go & check out for the duration of the Time & Space you’ve gleaned, now hear this
Guides of the orphans are the same categorical imperatives of the good, the bad & too pizazzed
Harmony in treble & bass synchronicity, it’s lyrics of the wind and metal to beats of dead skin
Here and then you’re gone, me too, everybody from Adam to the last man, Molochian fission.

Do you comprehend the nature of the Truth? I didn’t assume so, you’re as idiotic as a moron
To be or not to be was never any question worth the final answer, you are food for the big sons
Y’all eat your Adams every eve, you’ll become catatonic with the food of preconceived notions
Give me a few moments to download the uplink to the final induction, I am what, original sins?

Down to brass tacks that Sister Gertrude gave to Sister Ann to beat up the monsignor silkworm
Heard your voice in empty rooms without an audience hearing The Truth, living gods are dead
This is the absolute Truth, babies grow into the language of sheep, lookin’ down, never ahead
Wearing the red, the black and blue, to change water into a wedding wine, to keep a soul firm.

Bodies will live and die; souls are invisible and pretend to fly without the skull and bone dust
I gave you & everybody else a hall pass to move freely about the empty, trip-waxed, hall fuss
First Cause of the One point One formula is both Unknown & Omnipotent, dark above & below
Fill holes, all seven voids you’ve counted, in and out the body politic, cashing in on the DOW.

Blink & it’s all gone, go see for yourself, nothing left, no God, God’s angels or your own mama
Certainly, it’s Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, success is immanent as we come out papa
Bibles go unread by fakers from Genesis to Revelation, it’s old & new testaments of stray cats
Shining blacklights’ into lightweight jokes without punch lines, fastball-screwball fungo bats.

God, living evil angelic group, invisible and without responsibility for humanity, all too human
I’m playing cards in a game of 52 in the deck, no jokers, four aces & runs of hearts & diamonds
Faceless hearts, spades & clubs for the diamonds we hold so very dear, I’m runnin’ Trump tight
Every trick you lead, losers to my hand of power, my love of pardons, god forgive Man’s bite.

Fools in paradise, blinded by clear light shining on the Truth for the blind to see, punt the ball
Let the defense kick the offense back into their end zone, stay asleep, keep it up my dreamers
TNT more or less gives no chance for review, obliteration is a necessary condition for a kill fall
Globetrotting down under the artwork of Deals, millionaire descendants evolved slave-masters.

Hippies without hips, lost what they won & got the record for being the biggest loser since One
All in a single thing rolled in a spherical object, downhill skis will poke through your young gun
Faster than a 32 feet per second drop, it’s a struggle without intent, gravitation, collapse of dirt
Patchouli oil & leather filling dive bar’s scents, sleepy intercourse up your caboose’s miniskirt.

 

Paid all poor people for just being born by mortal sins, it’s welfare for the extinction of species
Nevermore like a crow or a raven, calling your mama from the barb-wired fence, I love @See’s
Chocolate, caramels, nuts, fruits and vegetables for teachers and students who fly, just to die
Last man, last woman never aborted by the enlightened, single homo sapiens, this is God’s lie.

 

Y’all will live after you die, that’s a lie, impossible to exist as smoke & mirrors of a Word salad
When you gasp one more time, that’s all you get, friend & foe, relatives or distant enemies, bad
Completely forgot the unforgotten, unfortunate for my other-worldly take on a whole shebang
Last huff of breath, gasp at what you see, holy nothing at all, it is done, it’s All out the ol’ Wang.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Freezember 5^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Blasted out the Void while jammin’ to #TwilightZone from the CD @ThePhilosophersStone  @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/pWDs_OP1-JE?si=Qnt8s2HN23s8o24v }

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#EnterGreenDragon #FyteByteLite #WheresMyHoneyComb #InThMeadow @VanMorrisson #UpTheRiver #WhenYouWereYoung  #YMCAdespicable #Meh

ZZ Top Talking Heads Papa Roach #SoDamEZ Trace Adkins Montgomery/Gentry

LOVE GETS THE CLUES TO EXTINCTION, STAY OUT OF TOWN

Seared skinned & de-boned meat from the acceptable BBQ of the fish & game, casted pods
You learned to fend for yourself or die trying, it’s about the survival of the most fit to serve
The genome has no empathy, it appears to be programmed for success until the lost nerve
For us all, the dead men and women built the keys to destruction, stolen valor of the gods.

It ain’t our fault that this systematic, circle jerk has precedence over happy fun and games
Since nothing is gonna last forever, we all may as well have a good time and enjoy the ride
I ain’t lyin’ and you know that I wouldn’t chit you since you’re my favorite turd-sickle, off key
Pete’s got a gripe, call it like this, for Cripe Pete’s, no reason for that, all about the mockery.

Two thumbs, eight fingers, eight toes and two big ones help you walk the dog & wash dishes
Taxation without representation committed in perpetuity, required to be or not, to be fishes
Space between atoms unleashed by the Big Bang, a long spell ago before your divine eyes
Unrecorded musical scores floating above & below divine free forms of wasted white lies.

Secrets saved in the safest place with a score of less than the fins you lost to me, odds out
Keeping your mind on the prize is the only focus you need to succeed, there’s no other way
Random luck of the draw won’t do for consistent success, you gotta be the edge of doubt
In each and every case both past & future used to be or will be the present, it hurts to pout.

Thumping on your ears wakes you up every time, why we sleep only the late show slacker
Fear & loathing of the apprehension that accompanies waiting for the next back attacker
Hardly a psycho killer inside of me very often, in and out of the psyche, runnin’ far as I can
Further than any dream you can get immersed in, far from the Milky Way & so, too human.

What I need and what I want are acts of kindness from the billionaires inside the wet dream
It is what it is and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it, it’s all out of human control
Now and then before your ending of animation, up and down, both above and below it all
You’ll know it when you see it, then you’ll know it all, above as below, makes you scream.

Held the outburst reaction to the news whether good, bad or just ugly, a metabolized saga
My heart and soul are all in for the roller-coaster ride, up, down, twisting gravitational Gaga
Casting aspersions at the innocent & the wild aliens from any other solar system, all good
On cue, entering the bass & trout heaven, catchin’ & releasing’ what I got, because I could.

My catharsis is so full of scat because I’ve gorged on daily banquets preceding fiber tricks
It is more or less a freak of nature, recombined RNA at random, ‘bout boxes & dix, ain’t it?
What it is can’t be put into a nutshell unless you can define & categorize Nothing at all, fool
Talkin’ to myself, not you, fool, that’s just a manner of speakin’ to a blind lump of you, cool?

Silver lining ain’t in the clouds, searched & found it deeply hidden inside of the crazy mind
Gold can only be contained by the sun’s star power, only lead is left over, philosopher stone
Hollywood to Bangor, the main point is that Time is short, not too short or too long, I find
Walkin’ or trotting’ near the river path to find that rainbow flow, pot of gold that’s all mine.

How long has it been since you fell asleep in the crib of crips & bloods? You’ve become one

Philosopher, daddio to go you’ve mined the lead out of the ground of being, it’s all gold, son
High or low from Do to So, man oh man, it’ll whack your nerves with the chills of frozen ice
Way of the center without any option of turning back or changing paths, frets struttin’ nice.

Rockin’ me daddio, come on mama you know what I’m talkin’ about, the lead’s turned gold
In the backseat of my father’s Fords, Chevys & Dodges, many fathers of daughters did fold
To the intent of the Jolly Roger power of the philosopher’s stone, gotta kill the noise, @papa
Full house kept the 4th ace off the table, I’m all in, I can’t lose, then a posse robbed my trip.

I woke up & became so woke that I couldn’t get back to sleep, thoughts mutated dead eyes
I never could stand up to the consolidation of every single thing, echo ear shots bye & byes
Free from every atom, blackness’ infinity quite feisty when you’re infused with a holy water
Without it, H2O is all there is at the bottom of you & I, no god above or below the slaughter.

Can’t believe someone just yelled at me from fat lips, “#uck you, dummy!” Let’s back-flip
I looked around and got a shock, a room full of mirrors reflecting self-inflicted wound chit
Naturally a hater was a lover, jaded or faded with a chip on the shoulders, both will do it
On the cue, beat the drums, thump the bass, riff on the lead and rhythm, song sung RIP!

Glue put the beach next to the deep, blue sea, the H2O, the underwater, holding breath
Fire won’t give up the spark, ignition out of spontaneous combustion follows Man’s death
Pushin’ the words out of my neck before or after I got my ego higher than the blue-sky trip
Survive the extinction just like the divine intended for the dead weight, hit the deck & skip.

Revive your spiritual kneeling down before the false gods before and after me, drop it, LSD
Esse amigo, never get high when you drive wheels in or out of traffic, God won’t forgive thee
Great that y’all are grateful but you don’t have to be, it’s your Ego Trip, you get all proceeds
When you’re done, it’s all over, no recollection or rerun for friendly fire, annihilated seeds.

It’s today for everyone on this Earth except for you, you’ve expired because you killed Time
Others killed your time for you if you’ve ever began gittin’ more than your fair share of slime
Murder, self-defense killing, accidental termination of you & I, comes furnished, superbad
Vacancy exists that you allow to flash in your face 24/7, it’s infinitely powered, super salad.

I wandered to Tacoma & Seattle, back to Cool, California by the dam, fork American rivers
I know you ain’t gonna apologize for the wrongs you initiated, all just for little & big sisters
Chief, it’s a struggle that you inherited being conceived by the troublemakers, mas & pas
Fear to loathe it, be happy without any worries, lead turned my vision to Gold, cops’ fuzz.

Babies born, old women and young men die every day, y’all always have & always will croak
Self, soul, consciousness, abstractions of hope that death as feared isn’t all there is, bloke
No mistake, you’ll get through even the most difficult times ahead, like the ones behind too
Immortal bleeding out of the First Cause’s pain of being all alone in Space, forever be blue.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Blovember XV, MMXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Drafted ‘doubting Thomas-like” while jammin’ to @papaRoach #EgoTrip CD, #LeaveALightOn #TalkAwayTheDark #AlwaysWandering on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D6HgmT2cttM?si=1Evi_7gNL9qyq3cn }
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