#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.?

#MeAndYou? #WeBeThrough @AaronTippin #KissThis #ApesEatingDogs @ZZTop @ACDC @Supertramp @GretaVanThornberg #ArmstrongGettyRadioShow dot dot dot ...

HOW DARE YOU, SIR?  REVERSAL OF FORTUNE

This here thing itself is right here in front of you & I, there’s no mistake, you’re dying

Either of aged genome full of evolved DNA or an accidental murder via fear & loathing

You’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, nobody will know you ever graced the planet’s bays

Shores of Monterey or Tripoli, continental drift of the bull’s scat is nobody’s business.

Bugs everywhere slandered & annihilated in due course, it’s an evolution of animation

Moving after the Unmoved Mover originated the cartoon at our disposal, that’s livin’

Zygote to infant-toddler to grown homo sapiens beings gets you ending in immortal sin

Claiming before we’re conceived, we’re guilty for ancestral crimes vs. humanity skin.

It’s dynamite for the function of making a separation between atomic conglomerates

It’s doing the best for the annihilation of the Singularity, just being a tool is our fates

Seriously a function directly under the numerator, the denominator depends on zero

To be or no to be something or nothing, if divided by zero, you know nothing, my hero.

Can forever hold your peace if you don’t agree, if you’ve no counter-argument to con

If you’ve deduced another conclusion, although impossible, you’ve the logical reason

It’s worth disagreeing on the agreement, as long as you owe me no gold or credit debt

Hemorrhaged until vacuumed clear of the liquid iron & true grit, are you ready and set.

Peaceful battles against your friends on a chess board, 32 pieces & 64 squares, I’m a 1

Like the old song by Johnny Rivers, there was a legend of the worn-out mama’s 7th son

Done it all, you know the thing, tried to die with the thing but failed in the end, all alone

Call it spirit or soul-consciousness, mindful of the immortality & holy smoke of bone.

Time and Space on a thin line you know is one, invisible, abstraction of pretension fate

That you & I & everyone else ever to have lived or will have lived by the end of the date

Blind dated is the only way the survival will occur, don’t think about the innocent skins

Maybe any color the sun allowed during the DNA mutations from the original stepsons.

Film and movies can always be rerun if you’ve missed the premiere, on another hand

Stick it straight up your derriere with the impact of a #JackHammer, my new rock band

Son of a #Hammer, cyber investigate myriads of causes & effects, cybercriminal skill

Pray if you’re guilty, beg if you’re not & plead the 5th, awaiting a public defender shill.

Colored deep purple to crimson, ruby red, the blind see nothing the same, all is black

I believe the tide is going out away from the beach, there’s room to lie in the sun’s rays

Kiss this, fight about that, make-up on your face to cover up your scars & open sores

Kill the viral infections, the bacterial infiltration of killers, we are rare, T-bone steaks.

Special creation, spontaneous combustion & evolution of random collisions of atoms

All is one, unseen, invisible from 8 miles high, aliens see nobody, no short people sons

Daughters also, the mothers & sisters of the fathers & brothers, neither survive murder

Stabbed, shot, diseased or healthy old age-termination more or less one hundred, sir.

Body rocked from teenage years to occasionally beyond the octogenarian, y’all will die

No matter whether we like it or not, the Ends after consciousness is blackness on high

Closed eyes before you fall asleep is the thing, death is like that fall to sleep, a put-on

So you believe you can see past the smoke & mirrors? Reality’s God, pray my godson!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, BLOVEMBER XIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while reminiscing with #MyFellowAmericans (1996)  with @Jack_Lemmon & @JamesGarner @ https://youtu.be/eOG4-02ktyg?si=fBszYiMZ_G58vRqi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT !" -- @DonaldJTrump #ItsJustImpossible @PerryComo

GODS’ CIELO A LA a fly on the wall in HADES

Freaks came all out in the day and went to sleep at night, with a bogymen

Function of the Calculus & pie in a red sky, as cracked up to be, a clear skin

Looking down upon a dirty, filthy Earth from 8 miles high, every Man is gone

Literally no one form can be seen once you’re high enough, downhills’ fun.

Your mother-in-law died at childbirth, hence your lover’s aborted, gone forever

No finding miserable, dead mothers in the Earth, buried or cold, scattered ash

Mental cases of psychological failure to adapt to the common ground of powers

Bring home run-aways to folks who vainly attempted to apply discipline flowers.

Proof of the backlash that smarty-pants can’t carry the day of the fools in paradise

Extinction is the only option, of the notions that #Woke is less than a choke, all lies

But and just because you are above the fray, this has no effect on your affection sins

Love the knowledge of good & the evil, love the intercourse’s creation orgasm jinn.

Three wishes should take care of every want and need in the genome of Cro-Magnon

It has no preference, it’s not human, as we are all too human, humanity of frolic & fun

In the Ends of the Void or Origins of the Singularity Black Hole, God will skip the class

You may not have known where the door is inside your mind’s eye, sweet piece of ass!

Hurting yourself and hurting any other living thing on Earth is a karma offensive soiree

Find your honey spot where you’d least expect it, always in your blind spot, I can’t see

Last resort of the viral bacterial infections of the form of beings that appear so paused

Baby zygotes morphed into rigor mortis corpses that turn into the scat they’ve caused!

Purple blues, shredded the axes and beat the tom-toms until Cinderella turned royal

Prince in the purple, same old human skin & bones, half-life a century to give or take it

Mother’s womb to grandfather’s tomb, weeping tears, gnashing teeth, God’s blue ball

Mush mash morphed into hash, fired up, smoked bowl hookah, it’s vanished, I’m all…

Time tells the whole story but the future must first turn present to become the Past

Uncommon as a mutant, recombinant recessive gene has entered the food chain

For better or worse there comes a time when the Far Side is more funny than grits

It’s all hee-haw & major guffawing at the punch line’s twisted absurdity, nice teats.

Dream of flows from tragedy or comedy IRL & there’s no use for another tune to sing

Come here today and leave here tomorrow, it happens both here & there, I say shoot

What do you say? What do you think or maybe you don’t think at all, therefore caput

Funk of the cosmos is what the atoms’ essence codes, the God, the gods or Nothing.

I sipped my glass of wine slowly, it was my last drink before my final night in paradise

Ancestors came & went & I am following the suit, trump me if you’ve trump, got aces

Pairs up two by two until only mavericks are leftover, find all the lost package traces

Supply the proof of the final disposition of the cosmos, it’s blind faith in rollin’ dice.

Compare your soul to the emptiness you recall before your conception in mothers

If you cannot remember, read all about it in the library full of bound, paper fathers

Minny & mighty mice having a nervous breakdown due to a cheese shortage, sisters

Gimme back my bullets, gunpowder is a Chinese concoction, we’re all One brothers.

Picked cherries, spit out all pits, Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake due to warrior hits

On the other hand, I will not be taken naked, in shackles over my dead body, bull S#its

Gods built the dams through the all too human hands that found H2O is Life itself, US

From the empty vacuum of Origin, an almighty First Cause disappeared, left on a bus.

I secured the border of Home, the barrier fence surrounds my compound, alarms set

The pain and suffering has infiltrated every face on every head on Earth, elder to infant

Concentrate, what’s your next step, don’t move until you have a plan, don’t waste debt

Use Time efficiently, for survival or extinction of the species, kill the creep that crept.

Who has the power to control Time & Space, nobody you know, no one alive anywhere

Prick your ears up and put the pricks in their places, they know that they’re all in there

Before anyone drops a dime on you, comprehend the causes and find no first one at all

Hades’ hell-no but Cielo god-yes, punks are divine gold from a creator of Spring & Fall.

Apes are loose, runnin’ shows on every continent via pretenders all too human spin

Better that everyone doesn’t know the truth, in fact it’s better that nobody knows sin

United your states of illusion into a big ball of confusion to make a point crystal clear

Electric shocked the brain, LSD tripped your mind & your ass followed, killed my fear.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER Xth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted by being silent like a #BigBang, drafted this piece while jammin’ to ACDC WereAllGonnaDie on youTube link @https://youtu.be/f6cJZJnri3o?si=xJsuu9h_oyGUHn3h }

#WickedMothers #BegottenNunsSistersDaughtersMothers #ParFour #CourseMaui #DavesNotHereEither

IX – uno – UNO

Seems as if you’ve gone off of the deep end, you know It, depth of point of no return
When the mid-space you’ve carved out of Time you don’t own has collapsed to graft
Getting chit all free from Tierra del Fuego to CUNY campus hub, grifters' magneto
Knowing nothing about your mind or soul, just 208 bones humans inherit to go.

By the time I got to the stones, I began workin’ the angle to cheat the stupid MFs
Creeps you have to be near, disturbing your feng shitake noire, you’re the Fathers
Mothers could not scam fathers more easily, all sisters, daughters & wicked aunts
There’s a scam goin’ on in the racket, pretending to be One when you’re all none.

It’s survival of the Dostoevsky moron who plays the idiot, neat package gods’ fate
Who will prick up the other men’s sisters & wives, every angle of a female bum
They have their teeth and smile, all there is in the mob is the boss & the racket scum
Clip a buck here & a buck there, gain the trust, work the angle, it’s your auntie great.

Here’s your dilemma of whether you should stay or go, you have no choice, MOVE IN
What’s the angle, you want the right one, the obtuse or less than 90 to 1 degree of sin
Meaning your foolish trip from conception & birth led to my path, your fork in the road
TNT ain’t dynamite as you suspected but it will blow your bubble into the origin’s load.

We ain’t from Earth but our creators came to tell all of the grifters the code to the system
Buying the morons and idiots scam, you will turn on your friend & ghost the rest of them
Give me your wallet & #’s so I can trust you, am I mistaken or accurately calculating sums
It’s all the same in the end, the final curtain will fall for certain, no negotiation, possums.

Asleep while wide awake only means your attention has been arrested by propositions
At once logical & theoretical, no proof beyond a doubt that anything is true, #Vince man
Appreciate your position on a lifeline from zero to infinity, nobody gets outta here alive
Hope for genetic perfection, immunity to foreign viral agents and somebody to love.

Keep this too close to the vest, you know what I know & you know it all, y’all know you do
So, without further ado, let’s leave for Kokomo, way down there in Montserrat’s mystique
Catching a glimpse or two of the places in Space where it all goes down, as high as a gad fly
You all need to meet me for coffee, tea and the rest of the things you don’t care for, I’ll buy!

Leave baggage, empty on the beach, preconceived Key Largo, Aruba, Montego, Kokomo, all done
Neither yesterday nor the day before, frequency-waves & a rip tide went below gravity’s sand dunes
Before you’re ash & dust dissolves into a matrix, I want you to know it’s where I wanted you to go
Long time, short time, anytime you think about it, know you got two lips to kiss, in downlow blow.

You know epistemologically, credit devolved into deficit & you’re dead weight for nuclear waste
They cannot perfect chemistry or provide a catalyst for extinction of the species’ DNA post haste
Before the End allows natural selection to resume its ascent into the top of the food chain, has-beens
Heck & high water more love than you can hate without a dish rag or rally towel, you morons fix it.

Luck has nothing to do with being in the right place at the right time, unknown nothing relativities
To alpha & omega, your language has done you an injustice with subjective predicate spelling bees
Barroom brawls all ended as they began, broke glass cuts, outlaws won fights some fought & died
Winning was everything after all, you don’t mind running your mouth further than your legs fly, eh?

Contact high on fools below my face, five to six feet above underground, rocks rollin’ away, Hole
Left there in the bottom of the mountain of gold hill, where gods stashed pages I read, stay calm son

 If I was either on edge or at least appeared to be intensely psyched up where a man survives alone 

Like blasting off to another planet, you’ve no choice but to thrust away from the ground’s holy zero.

I won’t leave too soon & never be late, allow me to choose Liberty rather than being all too human
Retired from the good luck of poison pens which wrote words that washed away the old Peter Pan
It’s too fine, in the end, it all goes the way it should, until a Black Hole resumes the DNA transition
Into the void place where y’all want to go, down in cool Kokomo now, be a subatomic soul, son!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @222 PMPST

{ Fried some cells in the cerebral cortex, reason for rhyme, @ThePointerSisters #FIRE in a loop, youTube link @  https://youtu.be/ZBtAiwNcsiA }

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

FOOLS' COMEDY, GENIUS' TRAGEDY