#FreakIn #FallOut #KickedArse #USVetsROCK Thank You, Thank Me, Thank God for the USA! #WhereTheCountryGerylsAt?

WOOD IN THE BONE

I got a line on the hashtags in front of the love & hate speech drippin’ out of your genius lips

Speak easy like a beatnik in a smokey dining room with expressive espressos & China cups
Jellybeans for everybody even sugarless for the diabetic getting ready to give up the ghosts
Out of their poor organic lifestyle, your mother & father conceived you & your little sisters.

Passing like ships in the night, nothing can be seen without the dawn of light upon the word
Microphone is &ou didn’t know as you whispered the phrase, “These idiots are morons.”
Now they know you think that they’re idiotic morons, you’ve got no backup & can’t recant
Liars and deceivers cannot be trusted further than a cluster of lung butter coughing paint.

Mucous membranes cannot be breached if you get my drift, I am in benefit mode of luck
Everything you need to be happy is available & denied to all, you get what you can, smuck
Blood in your dried-up spirit that you spat out with mighty mickey mouse & a woodpecker
Cartoons stuck in the past, only the road runner wins in the end, ask all the coyotes’ I fear.

Hear their howls in the night at the full moon that scares them in the darkness, live & die
All they know in their packs is that they live and they die, on to the light, dead or alive high
Mental illness is physical illness and the only way to get out of this life without holy guilt
Bums and the junkies who turn into the leaders of the packs of malcontent ocean silt.

How are you? You won’t be fine when you have your door broken down, pitch your tents
All blue, red or white in the form of coagulated mother’s milk from a statue of fake Liberty
Hard liquor drunks & heroin addicts of superman Kryptonite eat the world, ladies & gents
Unintelligent life not found on Earth by alien UFO’s, passing in & out of Time, a Space key.

Knuckles are folded into fists, they’re bloody good & bloody well right, you tube is blown
Kids wearing their hand-me-down clothes from my siblings and cousins, Truth is unknown
As above, so below you see what you get, if you’re blind you get nothing and nothing less
Nothing cannot be seen & when you’re blind you can’t see something either, so undress.

Look forward to a final gasp of gas like your ancestors who feared that funeral pyre, son
I can’t believe there’s nothing but this and that, life & death for no apparent good reason
Ill conceived, born, lived & died like all of them, the good, the bad & ugly, simply the best
All or none of the above answers for this multiple-choice exam, extra credit as a final test.

I’m the wolf who did the huffin’ & puffin’ to blow your ill-reputed house down, recycled you
Back to the future where nobody but you will know you’ve snapped in the time warp glue
Everything is nothing and vice versa as well, it’s a silly proposition without a logical ending
No rational conclusion deduced or induced from propositions without veracity, pretending.

Being serious or joking like a joker without funny jokes, forgetting the punch lines on cue
We’re not worthy of being in the presence of great women & men, just forget about it too
It won’t change with Time in this Space, a First Cause will not repeat & Last Effect is Void
Points from A to B to C, drawn lines make the triangle, inflated into 3D pyramid & cuboid.

Truth is false and the lies are all true, words are fluid without in-cursive meaning to the gods
To humanity and the other animals slippin’ into my awareness before dismissal in hotrods
I can do the quarter mile in 9 seconds flat, lookin’ to break into 8 but my rig starts flyin’ high
So above it is and below it must be, no chance for error, Truth is set, when you die, you Die!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April XXIVth , MMXXIV @222 PMPST
{ Tracked this pablum out of the bottom of quicksand in the mind, while listenin’ to #CosmicCoolerOfMe @ https://youtu.be/Mr1JCXN_8v4?si=JtD3_RHYbdpIlcz_ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
<3 ONE LOVE <3

#WhereIsMary? #ShesRockinTheEMPTYmoon #MoonRivering @HallAndOates @CarlosSantana #WINNING #LOSING #ITSOVER

1st SEVENTH SON

ANTHROPOMORPHIC DIVNITY

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Visiting the home plate once every game as I hit one for fifty games in a row, all time world's record

Blood ran cold right after the corpus dialectics ceased and the word was made flesh to rot in hell's fjord

Hopping right along on the longitude and latitude of the monster, empty shell of a moon, no sphere Man

We sent men to the moon and they walked around to the dark side where the action is, all too human sin.

 

Moon is a flat disc with nothing inside nor around the dark side, just you & a billion cells of H2 TNT

Fixed it before our births to the mothers of the inventions, wheels to roll the illusion off of it's axis chit

Fingers you have before you use the two thumbs for a hitchhike down the road to perdition, laugh it up

Downside is you didn't have to come here at all, you could have remained in the empty Void of a hiccup.

 

Pea brains so small their nearly invisible & impossible to judge the morality of the too bad they're ugly

Bad like the evil backward spelling of live, it's the positive and negative of the Yin and Yang of the sea

Seven of 'em left from the only Big Bang we've been able to surmise, how it all got here to be you & me

My blood runnin' cold as I laid my way down the middle path, too far left to be a Marxist-Leninist scree.

Punch me in the face & then expect the retaliation of death in you lifetime, as soon as possible, right now

Mary came out to make the God feel better, pain & suffering was all she saw, wiped the face & the brow

Reward at the bottom of heaven's stairs, waiting for the ascension into the Null & Void, cemetery stone

Bums and wealthy genius' consolidated the cold blood, ran it up the pole, it's one X & one Y unknown.

You are the aircraft comin' in for a landing, you're running low on fuel, you have no auto-pilot aboard

Walkin' from fore to aft, the dream seems to be getting real, a reality that won't be around me, oh lord

Being and nothingness defined and absorbed into the matrix, hulls left over & hearts beating ghosts up

Preconceived, I thought I could claim the shame & release the hounds for my loved ones' winners cup.

Dilute your contents into the ovaries reversal of cosmic order, before conceptions' deception, high five

Visit the homes of the leaders of the packs, then return them to their sender, it's the way it is while alive

Submit to the submission and wake up while you're not Woke as yet, suspicion you'll see the Truths' ilk

Money ain't all you need, you need a pass to get around the prisons and gaols' cell-blocks spoiled milk.

 

Crumbs and splatter left over from the baby's mamas, locations are all unknown, they're everywhere to be

Or not to be, either way it's only a questionable pass-time for irreconcilable differences in the swing's sling

TNT and the nitro-glycerin put the rocks into dust-mode, indifference to the indestructible Pagan Viking

Without supernatural or subterranean presence of beings intent on Good, Evil and being so goddam ugly.

I gotta watch my own back without a mirror, just the head on constant swivel, like a puppet dummy act

Ventriloquist of the linguistic uncertainty y'all and I feel within and without, awaiting irrefutable fact

In the argument for the presence of the thing itself which is a concept, deduced from the holy-chit birth

Birds, cyberspace & visitors from dimensional freeways 360 degrees from the center of the dirty Earth.

Scene is predicated, you are not alone but you think you are, you feel me?  My blood's runnin' cold here

This or that thing goes this or that way, then we set back to judge the situation, drinkin' queen's cold beer

Taste and Timing is everything, "I kid you not," but who said that a million times before the 2000 A.D. chit

Dealing cards, playin' chess with the checkers, games without rules, played & always won, I Am the s#It.

Before you leave, pass me the Bogart stash, it's gonna be a fired up piece of the tree, it's naked to reality

Smoked after fired up for one second or two, escalated the sweet something, your highness' deep, red sea

You don't know like I know, that's fine because if you knew you'd die, it'd kill you, your head's in a sling

Bass under & treble over the top, merging two to create a harmony of copper pennies, as if they can sing.

Spare me on the silk and velvet inside of the casket without wine or any provisions for my soul to defecate

On being you instead of me, no contest, no harm & no foul, just lappin' up grease on the cutting floor fate

No memory of me ever being here & now, there & then in the past or the future, down queen & divine king

Pretending this ain't an accident of cosmic, random collisions of atoms, suspicion it's made from a Nothing.

To or from the same old place in Space where the first thought came from, east or west of the north or south

Everywhere a concept can be analyzed within the mind, the brain, the head, that's where it's all at, my mouth

Losing this victory that is always mine to procure, just wanted to share with the less fortunate, everybody's balls

God of the dead, fortunate son of my father who is now in heaven with the rest of the best, mother phuqin bells.

Velvet felt just like the inner sanctum of the sarcophagi we all inhabit as all good aliens do on one last gasp

Smothered like brothers, sisters and their mothers, waiting for the food to appear in the nest from the wasp

Could be the honeycomb or the matrix of no exit, you can't get out of the honeycomb room of divine spats

Pretty girls no can do, not everything can be strong especially the all too human females of the genome, drat!

 

They'll poison your dinner, push you over the cliff, sucker punch you in the kidneys & the say I'm so sorry too

No it's no mental illness, it's the successful genes of the genome, homo sapiens of the millennia & beyond blue

Space & Time out of the context of spinning masses of dirty rocks in a stuck-up mass of dust, just the facts man

Hard Rocks, Soft Rocks all make the world go spinning around the ecliptic, soul to be @Heart's forbidden fan. 

From the spear's point and the bullet's tip, justice is done for the weak and strong who strike first, all losers die

Winners won't die but they will rise above the mud, the blood & the beer to the stratospheric entrance, oh my my

Nothing out there, it's all right here & now, no other things we have no name for, we are the alienable sea of gods

Modern or ancient, wings unhinged, got the hops to jump a foot off the ground, maybe two or three for hotrods.

 

You're finished at the end zone, the chalk line is drawn on the turf, it's obvious you're an idiot, I'm a One too

Divided and conquered again and again, ad infinitum, where gas blows up electrons, neutrons & protons 

Charity is the Love, you hope there's faith in that, if there is no Love, then there's only death's child, the Void

I'm here in it, so are you & so are we all, a moment to sing a tune, The End of the Fear of God, I Am The One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c  4 20  Samedhi 2024 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Created from the Void while listenin' to @ZZTOP https://youtu.be/xukdktMcEYU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HadToSetThingsRight #LeftistAlreadyGone #WallbangerEndingd #ZZT #MARY'Splace #Timing

POUNDED 16 PENNIES INTO ONENESS' HARVEY WALLBANGER

Only one single thing in a million gets through the maze without an exit, the Creator of It
On the being in the middle of the show, you know who I’m talkin’ about, no secret occult
System of categories of subjects & predicates making predictions of future returns on chit
It’s all in the kitty in the center of the circle, all you gotta do is win the game, buckin’ colt!

Periods, commas, points & marks, semi-colons to keep the living words separate from me
I ain’t god, I ain’t observing your commands, bibles, torahs, koans or bhagavid Gita screes
Now and then, the good, the bad & the ugly present their tired wings on the branch of a tree
Until the carnivores murder the crows, doves & dodos for a re-defecational succulent meal.

Cover your virgin ears and try not to make the Chicago Demoncratic Convention of ’68 & ‘24
All of the bad guys and the followers of the leaders who're nothing more than Marx & Lennons
Come on over to the park, been a while, 56 years since I was 16 years old, playin’ little league
Freaks in a large group with a death wish to let strange brews mix up hot breath, #56 & done.

Not everyone born on Earth gets lucky enough to be 72 & still without a terminal disease sin
Mortal or original rules violated and there’s no penalty, no punishment for the naked skin
Halt or I’ll shoot, the thing is, they’ve given me back my .38 bullets & I’m loaded with lead
Powder keg and the pollution from what you & I refused to consume & recycle God’s dead.

Creator has the responsibility as the First Cause of these effects before us all, that’s Life
All you think, all you ever do and all you say, it’s your obligation to fool a husband’s wife
Thinking that she’s the only mother on Earth to reproduce genomes for the hazmat waste
Fission of all that’s become the fusion of artificial, plastic stones & rocks’ concrete paste.

Mirror up for the reflection, throw it in the water of the blue sea and just forget about it all
You know nothing, you believe that the improbable is the Truth, although impossible to fall
On top of the dirt of Earth you’ll stay for moments until the dissolution of all too human spit
Why, when & who are the parameters of your stupidity and ignorance, educate the bull s#it.

Punched in the back of the head when I was sleeping by the campfire, I woke up in a dream
Things themselves appear and disappear out of sight, it’s a never-never land of dad’s cream
High or low just like it’s always been since the Big Bang, a UFO visit & seeds planted at dawn
Thousands of years to travel back & forth from the original place in Space we were spawned.

Pronouns are sick but they’ll get better than they were yesterday, or maybe not, it depends
Pretenders filling up the empty Space and take all of the credit out of the plastic card Ends
Many more than a single one can be tabulated thrice, it takes all opinion to a hazmat dump
Enemies of my friends are mine also, contradict my friends words, it’s all about my hump.

Care for nothing more than every atom alive in time, even some that got annihilated before
Reincarnated the inner soul’s sanctum to let it all bleed out until you faded into the blackness
Some girls don’t care, some boys don’t, motherless children have been IV probed to the core
It’s everyone on Earth since we’re all descended from the same two of holy lore, it’s ludicrous.

Being too hip to be a star in the pantheon of headliners and supporting acts, I find nothing silly
Eating lunch, dinner and breakfast all by yourself isn’t so much fun anymore, I ain’t no hillbilly
Sons of the dogs who run the shows around the hills and fields of glory downloaded dark webs
Bums and junkies full of the cupcake filling for free, it’s a way to stay alive with Johnny’s Rebs.

Felt around in the dark for my car keys I dropped runnin’ down an endless hallway of two doors
Memory of Victory, a game I won because I could score at will, I knew it wasn’t all-star scores
The way to play was everything, offensive with the defensive moves, winning is easy to lose it
Everything, a whole shebang in a nutshell, far from the tree, hot H2O dirt, oh my phuquin’ God!

Remember why I’ve always wondered why I couldn’t see the light in the darkness, recall idiot
It wasn’t you and heaven knows it wasn’t the other way around, it wasn’t me that created s#it
Move the eaten life into the cess pool where the spent dreams flow to a dirty, rotten black sea
Without you and the H2O, it’s just the third rock from the sun, you can’t see the Truth not to be.

Forever or just a second from this point of view, infinity is grounded down here with my toes
Stuck in the mud, the blood & the beer of the Rockies or refreshing Great Lakes of many foes
If I was tougher than the rest, I could see above the bottom of the barrel, I saw the light’s key
In an unlocked position, opened/closed for good, for the bad & the MF ugly, but we’re FREE!

Coors or Bud or Schlitz in the Old Style cool river flow from the mountain top to the valley low
Wrote the dear John from my cell in prison, on the way to a Chair, Old Sparky awaits downlow
My parents died when I lied, they didn’t know they were the key to the extinction conventional
In chains of exquisite pain none feel in a dead corpse, stayin’ alive for the party, my pal Ai AL!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, April XIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST

{ Kicked this trip in the Keester for Easter while loopin’ @TheEagles #AlreadyGone #VictorySong https://youtu.be/SoduRTF9J-o #NightyKnight }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NIGHTYKNIGHT

#WeirdFunkyColors #OnesUndZeros #TaylorSwiftAI

YOU KNOW NOTHING BUT 1’S & 0’S

The dream for the woke is different than the dream for the #NotWoke, both are temporary
Hotter than a pancake fresh off of the cast iron pan, as I sweat, that’s all I can say to Mary
She’s certainly quite contrary but it’s the nature of the beast roaming the Earth, sea to sea
As a j-bird locked up for life, no privacy for the privates, no justice since there’s no privacy.

High or low on the scale of Chump & Sucker means everything to every ignorant sneaker
Sorting out the categories of substance illusions, nothing fascinates the idiot or dolt more
Than the anecdote program, a catchy saying that gets repeated as it must be to be a fear
History guts Earth’s growth of trees & it’s eaten by the hungry nutcrackers of ancient yore.

Reading the words of the alphabet’s symbolic impression of the sound of silence, I got it
You should be able to get it as well, it’s probably everything to do with urgency & true grit
If you believe that Time is wasting if you set still & meditate upon the nature of the beast
Then you can rest assured that you’ll die in vain, forget the importance of a festive feast.

It’s a reminder that you need yet don’t want, critical conceptual analysis, it’s happiness
Safe and sound you flow downstream since you have no need to spawn, sterile DNA kiss
Of extinction, every species including homo sapiens follow the suit, andromeda’s strain
Cassiopeia & Magellan populate 3 million light years of void singularity, dead reign of sins

Androgynous androids left the DNA recombination with silicon, taking over the RNA code
Eliminating the course, the rough shod punks spawned from lust and irresponsibility load
Buying the kit and the caboodle can be a taxing experience to a young human with no clue
About which way to go from the downloaded data dump within, 16 to 61 on the high road.

Eyes wide open whether behind lenses to focus or a blinded, too human being vision within
In every single case from birth to death, something’s wrong with everything being mortal sin
Pears, apples, peaches, cherry & pumpkin pies made when hot berries are byte dehydrated
Hit me with your best shot in the face, locate the loco, psychic disconnection, God’s Head!

Timing always was everything meaning, the revolution & wobble around the ellipse spins
Vortex into the draining of liquid, solid and gas into oblivion, disappearing dimension site
Cannot retrieve what has no matter and then it doesn’t matter at all, nothing matters too
Honey mixed with the bitter taste of education for an idiot without logic & reason’s cue.

Hypocritical of the Hippopotamus when there’s too much time on 1 or two hands 24/7/365
On the dole to receive everything free without repayment, in the end, death sucks the verve
You won’t know the moment following the last gasp, consider it now, reflect within, be alive
If & only if you’re already gone, dead with mouth agape, soulless, airless, a rotting DNA hive.

Playing games with rules is fine, without rules you can play that game alone, without my Id
Knowing limitations of my own and other beings over here, right now, don’t look at me, kid
Her eyes are blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared radiation, it happened, knock-out bout
Moment the spermatozoa permeated the ovum wall barrier, only one way in & no way out.

Spirit is not physically present, it’s the exhibition sign of cellular mitosis, recombinant DNA
Making your face and head available to be seen for identification purposes, social security
Myopic focus, at the dot, the point where the mark is made on the paper plane dimension
Horrible haters & lovers of one another, these are the tools of extinction, save me, my son.

Fleshing out the code, letters and numbers between special characters, shifting CAP only
To proper techniques recorded literally on stone tablets and papyrus of trees, Indian inked
Hidden away from atmospheric pressure that dissolves everything that was alive into dust
I am some of it not all of it, what I am is what I am & I can’t say anymore, devil to be, I must!

 

by
r j j stephan, I
c. Mercredi, April XVIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMCST
{ Drafted while googling the Tik-Tok for ticky-tacky knowledge & wisdom & rewarded with the #BestOfYosemiteSam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jM1Faekyzj8 }

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

THE EVENING STAR DISS