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Showing posts with label #buddah. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2025

#JackDanielsBlackLabel

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PHILLY MOODS & JERSEY GIRLS KEEP LIBERTY RINGIN’

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You face the facts, naked as the day you were born, conceived germs in the Void
Big Bang nobody heard or saw & only pretend to know what logic & reason allow
Simple as 1, 2, 3 when you count to 10, begin with zero & shuffle to the negative
Add, subtract, multiply & divide a One into an infinite division of all things at one.

Broken into infinite shards of subatomic charm, extinction & evolution lies of apes
All we have to do is be quiet for a minute, become Outer Space between THC vapes
I shall find the missing part of my scree somewhere over the rainbow, like it or not
Knowledge of subjects, predicates & objects of derision, enhanced mind of a robot.

Fill up your cup, it can’t be empty at any time, if it dries up it won’t return unto normal
Field of dreams and the perception of reality before or after your deep sleep, so formal
Pretty or not, beautiful things may be the form closest to what’s inside of you, so deeply
If and only if you know it all, then you will find that knowledge is all about a deader sea.

Games, rules, start & end before you know it, having fun or not, it will all end in a peep
Lost right where I found it yesterday, a slit in the matrix above the apex, below the deep
Pretty girls moved in front of my eyes, they didn’t see me watchin’, they had a feeling too
All in a Philly mood, a Shy town groove down on Rush Street, carryin’ on the in royal blue.

Simply too complex to be so easy to comprehend the nature of being alive, a super Nova
Miracles happen, I am one, it was a low probability that I’d have the chance to do it again
A long time ago, I lived & died for a spell, made no karma to return in grace, I’m free man
Can’t get better since I’ve commandeered all cause & effects of Milky Way’s beef bologna.

Prick up your ears, now hear this word in a sentence’s paragraph-full page of a recipe hit
Drink to make your brain swim above the surf from the first shot to the smart & final exit
Sharp needle and silver needle function as the only way to face the day, it’s high as Fugue
Black-out as it turns inside out, gave me a chance to regroup the trip to the moon, it’s huge

If and only if you & I agree on the truth of the premises, then we’ll see it all alike
No disagreement between laws regulating freedom & the gain of function psyche
Hot or cold, high or low, in the end it’s like it was before you were aware of, As Is
Hair on the dog fell out after the liquid gulped down my throat, passin’ out, cuz!

Been up & down, day one until today, it’s nothing personal, it’s the luck of the draw
Hit woman, feared just as much as a poisonous viper, just because of the ruthless hits
Upside the head & stealthy kidney punches finished the effect of a concerto movement
In sevenths, diminished, major, minor or indeed, the chords of the centrally intelligent.

Mask to cover-up the nothingness, as it is above, so it is below, astronauts know it all
They kissed the face of God & came back to tell us all about it, dream in a dream’s fall
Back to Earth after being aloft & disconnected for longer than a year without cold beer
Unbearable & nearly too much to handle, such addiction was paradise’s cure for fear.

Bought a big case or a keg, kept me company with or without a human being in tow
Not my job to hold court for the minions that struggled to find freebies in the hood
Ghetto immersion or suburban sprawl brickhouse & swimming pool, all in every row
If & when it all ends in a bang, I won’t point fingers or cast aspersions, pucker & blow.

You’ve heard it all before, I speak & you finish my sentence and thought about spam
Baseless and useless inconvenience of pushing and shoving to get ahead in a dream
You think you’re more than a thing, but you aren’t, just a thing itself, alone & at one
With that said, it ends in South Texas, in a hurricane, chased her there, prenatal Zen.

Comin’ around to the same wavelength, the frequency higher than normal, kill a man
This one not another one, patricide of the matricide gives the impetus to suicide’s fan
Giving up on the struggle with moods out of control, inherited endocrine system’s go
They inhabited all common ground with others who came to groove & then just blow.

Fear for your life because they know y’all are the mothers’ phuqrz, stillborn to run fast
If you don’t evade the onslaught, you’ll be the leftover bones by the campfire, foo-foo
Fight or not, nobody & nothing lasts forever, check the nothing at the door, it’s all true
What you saw is what you got, zygote to cadaver, mutation of cosmic dust, Philly blue.

Infrared to ultraviolet light produces illusions of the spectrum’s illumination pure funk
I’m in a circular jerkin’, sunken vinyl record groove, 33.3, .45, or a .78 RPM in the trunk
I said shotgun in a song, I did the jerk baby, did it then & doin’ it now, nobody’s exempt
Not one dead person who was alive told a tale after life with tempting Truth, “I tempt!”

Still alive and kickin’ in the stall, as old mules do once grown-up beyond the teens’ riots
So sad to find out that there’s nothin’ but bull’s scat to spread in the garden of Eden shots
Jack Daniels’ brown or Carlos’ Tequilla clearly do the job just fine, 4 shots and a cold beer
Look around the old bar, nobody is there but the bartender, he terminated ‘em all in fear.

Prisoner of Peace just out of the penitentiary full of innocence, mortal sinners of God
Innocent, yet proven guilty as charged, imprisoned with Mother’s innocents in the pod
Not only is Life a dream, it’s not even your dream, you’re only one of all vanishing ghosts
Earth is the stage; accidents are the actors facilitating the extinction of the species’ posts.

Funny as Hell, a promise to the Good and the Evil, backward word of Live, all holy ghosty
Bundled up for frozen tundra, to survive the polarization of heat and all Hot Stuff for free
Keeping copacetic impossible once you’ve killed heartbeats & gasping of oxymoronic gas
I’m not as foolish as my image appears to be, I keep a mask on to keep y’all off of my adz.

Pimple upon your seat turns metastatic and you can’t sit down anymore, you’re in a pickle
Why you got stuck there is because you got the easy reaction from the bored and innocent
Pumping blood head to foot, thinking, walking slow down avenues and mean streets of Shy
I left it all alone, my father & his father put out the Chicago Fire in me, gave me a water pie.

What is live? What is dead? Same things move until they die and shrivel into cosmic dust
Dead or alive, as seen from Outerspace, foreign concepts since immortality we can’t trust
It’s blind faith in the moronic sacrifice of divine death on dirt, signal isn’t sweaty balls, dad
You lied to me, said I’d be OK if I open my eyes & believe in being saved by nobody so bad.

Above and below rocks rollin’ along the ecliptic, magnetized by hot scat floating in Space
Missiles and rockets get the jobs done, it’s the trajectory of the extinction of the species
All atoms are mortal units, coming out of nowhere to return to being buried out of sight
Historical leftovers come & go, commanded suggestions to complete a mighty good fight.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 2-13-MMXXV @ 444 PMPST

{ Saturday Night Live Best #KillMyLandlord #DeepThoughts 50 years link on youTube @

https://youtu.be/C-hpSU_fMYk?si=WN57wI4OP-r3UuTR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PHILOSOPHER STONE

Thursday, January 23, 2025

OLD NEWS IS GOOD NEWS #OBLIVION }@TomCruz{ #WhosInCharge? #ShakespeareWasFrancisBacon #PoliticalScientology

 
IDIOTS' INFECTION ILLITERACY
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Get off of your arse 1-22
Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk
Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk
Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force
Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back
There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls
Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent
Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings
Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes
Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real
World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written
Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin
As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too
Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes
Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes
String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive
Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure
Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour
Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird
Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth
They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth
No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky
If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone
Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son
Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime
At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it
If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate
Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen
Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all
Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now
Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall
Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al
Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal
On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain
If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum
You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff
King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship
Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, January 20, 2025

LOATHING THAT FEAR JUST AIN'T ENOUGH #RareEarthIsEnough #OneFamousFormation #ComeWithMe #MA #WORDup

FAMOUS FORMATION, IT'S TRICKY
In every sense of the word, before and after the facts of life have been disclosed, dissolution
Above & below the thing itself, there’s something occult occurring before & after death of us
Not only are we cremated, lost at sea or buried underground but also our spunk’s cut loose
Herd of cows with fewer bulls than the requirement for survival, drink milk, eat steak blues.

Looking up is what happens when you’re out of control, an introspection out folds of an onion
Even may whistle Dixie on the way to the courthouse, to sign the agreement to be The Union
Confederation of crop holders who grew the seed & expected the profit resisted taxation’s sin
And so forth and so on, infinity on the lamb as the implosion of the Void begins at a holy one.

Who is upset with the only way that things on planet Earth can be, out or in utero, just as I am
You may not be in communicado, but I am, these thoughts going with one word being spoken
Executive orders are the final nail in the coffin of socialists of the states of Republicans united
Word up, just a manner of speaking sound agreed upon by the minions who inhabit the dead.

Love to be wrong, incorrect about my highly probable assumptions & undeniable conclusions
Ridiculous as your parents formed your psyche to the form it inhabits on every star, my sons
Harmony during strife is all that counts to survive the psyche assault with nunchakus of gold
Turning the world into clay before the ultimate annihilation, ash of leftover trees so I’m told.

Mash sound & light to be smelled & tasted all out of touch in the configuration of 360 degrees
A 3-d figure of two hemispheres in alignment, form & shape of all there is everywhere about
Gangs will be jailed until deported on day One, on the second ad infinitum, thank you please
Part of the die from one through six throws craps & snake eyes that’ll make your heart seize.

Play you cards right and keep them close to your vest to cover up the secret of a winning hand
It had to be, someone bet on the full house when all four deuces pulled away the rubber band
You win some & lose some, if you’re lucky more wins than losses for your past, a future shock
There’s been a schism of the schizoids who think the past ain’t got standing, I just wanna rock.

No matter what you believe, it’s highly unlikely that you have adopted a false narrative too
Until now, you believed you were always cool with the rhythm & blues of the song, so blue
Chills up and down the spine because the dope ain’t workin’ to kill the pain, to dumb down
What a shame, what a waste but there’s no choice, no free will, it’s the angels’ low moan.

Slowly you turn, see what you’ve missed? Nothing at all and there won’t ever be again
Don’t shoot the messenger, you’ve got the 2nd amendment, but I crash into a lion’s den
No use in negotiating with terrorists, they cheat, they steal because you schooled them
Harry and Don have the whole shebang wrapped up, it’s all about control of THC Stem.

You ain’t black, you ain’t white, you ain’t a permutation of the rainbow, so just pretend it
Get enough people to agree with the situation and you’ve become one of the many sticks
In the end as in the beginning there’s a fail-safe that prevents the misconception of tricks
Let it all hang out as if you don’t care one way or the other what another thinks in the pit.

Long lives may or may not be successful, short lives may be the most successful, it’s said
Things that needed to be done in a life once lived, reincarnated the memory of the dead
Now that’s the way the ball bounces, it may or may not be Free Will, it may be a joker’s
Dreamer having the dream we call life on Earth, in the head, in the dream, mother F’ers.

Birth and death of the 208 bones you’ve evolved from the sperm & an egg of your prequel
You have had nothing to do with the apparent choices which were all predetermined swill
Skullduggery gone down in front of your very eyes, still you didn’t put two & two to sum
Easy yet difficult to circumvent conundrums occurring at random, myself, I’m born to run.

If not me then who could be responsible for my behavior? A mighty amorphous entity?
Or my human parents since I’m all too human myself, it’s not their fault that I act chitty
All my fault, my responsibility for the things I cause & their inevitable effects, every one
None are not many, but some are either one & the same or a dream within another One.

You have me underneath your skin, in a manner of speaking, we’re crossing a foot bridge
Over the river that covers the gold of the capitol, we walk & ride across from over there
Pinned a place on the map when I was blind & stoned, it’s where I would go & stay forever
Dropped a deuce and although few know the reference, it’s the Truth of God’s dams of her.

Creeps of crypts in your closet behind your hung short skirts & long sweaters, a choice too
Silly big & little hunks of flesh & 208 bones to mix it up with the DNA pool, just like a fool
Not that you have a free will or a choice, it’s beyond good & evil, this is a wonderful thing
After the fact, it’s different and never the same because it’s not supposed to be, #f#c#ing.

There’re dead men who left their legacy from their own dead ancestors, unknown to us all
Very good and the most excellent come only from what we understand with no doubt call
Amplifiers blast out the electronic transfer of twangin’ & pluckin’ A’s to the G’s arpeggios
Always alone yet everything all together without a mess, all Order without Chaos’ blows.

Dopamine in the smoke, why it’s called the dweeb’s dope, it’s a sedative for future shocks
It comes in waves from a surprise attack with zeroes to the H-bombardier back of a B-52
Monkeys in the jungle or in the zoo, could be me or you but we’re just the naked ape stew
Don’t taste well to cannibals but they eat anything, they’re full of it & soon, a trigger cocks.

Facts of life are in the epistemology, buried within the deductions there are infinite quarks
As always, reflection of the things themselves requires an observer whether genii’s or dorks
Seriously folks, this is no time for pretenders to give it a shot, need the saving grace of IT
Critics are inside of my house as uninvited guests who know it all & then some, bull’s s#it1

Take a breath, take a knee for the national anthem because you hate your ancestors’ stone
Songs sung, prose on a philosophical jag to show how long you can go wrong, like a drone
Playing games & cheating on the one that I love, the one inside of me, you know it’s all me
Brought outside of the form it has no standing & can be obliterated into oblivion, ain’t free.

Sight unseen still imposes the hurt and it’s impossible to forget about it, now or then, git git
You may need a couple of shots and a Modelo chaser because this is going to get rough chit
Kansas City blimp to Seattle or to Bangor, matter moves in the intended direction, gas’ over
No chance leftover from the game, rules at the finish line, mission impossible, a divine lover.

Chicago stinkin’ to high heaven, Indian preserves by the boneyard named after Sainted ghost
Some height above seven feet gets the vision of giants lookin’ down on the creepin’ holy host
Mankind ain’t too kind to the women, attempting survival of the most fit, failing miserably
It’s alright with everyone dead & alive, there’s no harm & no foul, in hiding, shots & bubbly.

Too much is too much, mama used to say, enough is enough, a tautological nightmare too
I didn’t know until I couldn’t get the answer to the question, I forgot how God got so blue
Forget about being the mighty strong thing that nothing can usurp without murdering God
That’s impossible, famous formation cannot remain alone, get over it, wait for Time, hotrod!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, Janvier XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ High Noon PMPST
{ Penned this without a pen while jammin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (full version 18”) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs?si=boICQ1XDdmX3gosV }

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

Monday, December 16, 2024

#CUT #TakeTwo #ThatsAWrap #DontAggravateYoMama #HookedOnPhonics #StereoPhonics #RunYoGame #FelixTheCat #FritzTheCat #DroneYoMama #DontDroneMeMankind #Nickelback #Nirvana #Homer

NOW THEN, gtf over it

Blows have been thrown & I parried the final ones before fools’ concocted rules
I kid you not, the weapons are disguised in the knots in the ropes with a noose
Nobody fits yet everyone gets fit, a neck snaps and the rest is History’s to lose
Whether you’ve violated the ethics or morals, it’s all the good & evil of fools.

Coming for your safe houses which are no longer a hide-out for all outlaw misfits
CoVid19 and your genetic DNA merge to malfunction, on the way, extinction chit
Dopamine for all, you get some and all of your people from mainland & sea isles
Before every atom of H2O evaporates, I’ve got something to say about UFO files.

Unidentified is a word used as if SOMEBODY doesn’t want EVERYBODY to know
That the name of the thing itself and the forms it has evolved into are low blows
Into the junk of the amorphous creator of the cosmic briolette POSs in final ends
Mighty mice & extinct forms of evolved dead air & stardirt, wet, funky Depends.

Scatological humor comes and then suddenly, the joke is on you, still it’s all funk
Refused to get efficient & slick as ice, broken down parts fall apart, cannot dunk
No draining threes back of the Three-Line, no short or long jumps or lay-up drills
It is all done gone, there’s no recourse to recoil for holy scat of Hell’s Bell’s shills.

We the people knew when we were zygotes in one dark womb, a holy sanctum
Respect for the blood, sweat & tears both before & after the facts of life’s scrum
In the game or injured on the sideline with body-mind annihilation, insane pain
Utter eclipse of whatever used to be lit, spacemen came back to Earth so insane.

Knowing what you have seen with your trained eyesight, it’s Top-Secret status
Row your boat gently down the stream or barge into the private Kracker dust
Either way at the mouth of the flow, the H2O gas is liquid stardust, shine it on
Spin Earth, stop when I die, carry on with All I’ll Never See Again, RIP My Man.

Fight for rights, live and die with or without them, just chimera fictions, I sigh
Hills and mountains all eight miles higher than sea level, top of the Rocky Fly
On the wall, as above, so below, wings move, legs to rub, bull’s scat to die for
I got everyone using lips on my hindsight, ALL my best friends, RIP TRIP door.

Dream is over, woke, awake, divine & mundane consciousness merge at One
Nothing inside the atoms and nothing outside of the Cosmic Menudo of Fun
Living, eating the living once dead & dying at the end of it all, birth to death
Recollection that you’re asleep in a lucid dream state is forgotten, last breath.

Again, no more than before, It is all of it, sounds of fury signifying dark holes
In the center of the vortex, silence of the center of zero, kills all of the Broze
Inoculated yet there’s The Way you’ll expire, deep-sleep dream, not #Woke

Wake or not, those left behind forget you are rotting in a box, karma broke.
Paid back the infractions’ fines and fees, I am solvent, a dead-even grim reap
Neither good nor evil on my list for the function of happiness & a deep sleep
Dreaming that star-sun shines, grows food ala seeds, plants & animals to feed

No malfunction when death calls, all night & day, doctoral immersion in greed.
Infinite line from point to point, add another for the triangle of gold for squares
Corners cut, created out of nothing but a line from One dot to another, a matrix
Squares, rectangles, pentangles, hexagrams of the Fire & Ice’s leftover big bangs

After you’re dead & gone, soul/spirit is invisible to consciousness, roadkill fangs.
Always hip to be a square but there’s no denial that if you’re not hip, you’re scat
Out of all the men, boys, women & girls, everyone was a baby, skinless yet so fat
Talking LSD acid in an invisible holder, all too human future’s evolved X-code set
Justice is indeed a green ham sandwich, all in fat cows & pigs, tisquet-a-tasquet.

Fear of getting Nothing but dead air when Life is over, that will cause the pain
Unforgiven facts of life, blind faith in Eden’s garden state, this scat’s forever day
All we can do is wake up #Woke, after a deep sleep, let dream fade to dark away
Nevermore to be told in a tale, scratched from memory, our God was insane.

by
r j j  stephan, I  {Ayn!  Is that You?}
c.  Dimanche, 12-15-2024 Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drafted without a little help from my friends while listenin’ to @JoeCocker #GetHighWithALittleHelpFromMyFriends on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eXV4WyQMHFM?si=7eC7jEvr57KVB2ov }

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