Happiness Is A Lost Audience - @NBCratings @Gary_MooreBlues #MutuallyAssuredDestruction #MAD

ERRATIC ORDINANCE,

 HEADWIND BULLSEYE
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Complexity of the simple mind inside of my skull is the “X” in unknown code fame
It’s all up to me & you whether or not we die in peace or at war, it’s all in your hands
Sun lays down and we’re all on our way out to the club, dancin’ & drinkin’ it all gone
Barefoot, barebacked jumpin’ in the swamp with the imposters & low life corn pone.

There’s a misty cloud of love over my head, it’s the first & last thing I’ll create, a time to see
It’s not my choice, that cannot be if I have no free will, there’s no liberty from your beauty
Yes, I’m talkin’ about you & the image you see in mirrors, every dang morning day ‘til it ends
I don’t deserve you but I am snaggin’ the whole shebang, all mine, I don’t share with friends.

I fell in love & you didn’t, nobody cared but your daddy, that’s fine, it’s all in past havin’ fun
The melody of the song coincides with the rhythm & beat of the brass & bongos, all my story
Manufactured in a factory behind the railroad tracks, in and out of the billion bucks of Elon
Trumped in the finite game of dice and cards, like throwin’ darts at a board, you all get lucky.

My hot fingers, all eight of them & the two thumbs too, movin’ #asdfghjklmnop as if I know
That keys on the board mean what’s deep inside my head’s holy soul, invisible whisp of blow
Hair is standin’ on the back of my neck when you enter the room lookin’ for my face to see
Everything you love in this world & I never lie, believe me, blind faith is all it takes, you silly?

I know and you know nothing lasts forever, but I’ve got some news for you, I’m the supernova
In your eyes, inside your face down directly into your heart, soul & mind of a Quesadilla Spa
My daughters never came to my party, they’d have loved to be here, didn’t get it, by the way
No rings just strong whiskey in the glasses, line up so I can’t see the Truth of the blues today.

I’ll get through the hard wall, I made it myself with the plaster and concrete, it will break now
Goodman, son of bitch ain’t a bad way to say the Truth, it’s all about me & trials & error blows
Centered in a golden maelstrom whirling around its empty center to a rainy-day welcome mat
Today is someday and you’ve got no choice in the matter nor the energy you’ve got to look at.

Lucky to start over in a reincarnated way but it’s not for everyone, to some the shock kills ‘em
It doesn’t matter since we’re all free to do & say anything we like, there’s repercussions to sin
Meaning the disobedience to Laws of Natural Selection, you either survive or you’ll go fetch
I ain’t used to heart attacks every time I see your face & body, your soul’s holy etch-a-sketch.

Of course, bums and junkies will kill the mood, outside or inside the window of your tiny soul
It may be ultraviolet, or it may be infrared deep through a mind’s eye, you have the One, so
You got to do what you got to do, you’re on a roll, you’ve chased the target, now you got it all
Don’t go down on a knee, on turf or red dirt, the jagged rocks hurt but they can’t be the ball.

Bugs in the program or just flyin’ around & hangin’ stuck on the wall, I ain’t gonna last forever
Bullshot the pain out of my genome, it was stuck inside my skull for fifty years, chain of never
A Never-Neverland of the post animation of 208 bones, comin’ out eggs & leavin’ in a tin can
You get words etched in stone above ground, all that’s left, the feet ran too far for a rich man.

So, it’s a car, it’s the gold in the franchises’ investors who either earned or grifted it someway
Bring it on the day you die to barter with the invisible power involved in the elliptic orbitals
Garbage ain’t wasted, it’s the fuel for the journey to get from here to over there, it’s far above
Yet, it’s always with you and with me, hence the rub, if you can’t be with the one you love …

Hate to say that Love is the answer but here I go again, Love is the answer, ask the gods or Eve
Origin of this world is either supernatural or natural selection after Adam & Eve’s white dove
Meaning that the saga of a being not from this Earth, made all beings alive from scratch above
For me, the opposite of supreme, the antithesis of supremacy is none other than, Ma & Steve.

I fell in love with bones, all 208 of them, fractured 1 time or 2, from 12 to 12, onto Timbuktu
Now & then, its lost and found right here & we’re tossing it to the wolves, they’re hungry too
Know the feeling, want to eat something to stop the hunger pangs, bloody meat on a BBQ spit
Or a burger on a bun, even a hot dog inside of a flour roll, in every case, it’s survival of the fit.

Blow all your gaskets, headers & pistons freeze into the pig-iron engine of Plato’s top points
Amend the theorems and corollaries of the algebra, measure the angles of the hot juke joints
Brilliance of a glow comin’ out of your corpus callusom, out of our open wounds, genius egos
Leftovers from the tons of scrapple and grosses of scrambled eggs, all gone underground lows.

Braking too soon will take you into a skid on black ice, it’s free floating at the MPH you gassed
Into the tamed blue yonder that used to be wild as wild ponies home out on the range of seed
Let me say this out loud, I’m a crook prowling an open wound, fools, miscreants’ evil for free
I went trotting on the path that disappeared as soon as my feet touched ground ahead of me.

I got a hammer & I used to swing it every morning poundin’ 8 & 10 penny steel nails in pine
And oak, cedar & redwood to build the high apex above the highest floor, debunk & define
Now the sickle is the tool to reap what I sewed into the red & black dirty star dust, you fly
As above, so below, it flies on the wall, it’s ready to die, swatter swung, smashed, but why?

Just because, there’s no reason, you don’t eat everything you kill, I eat everything I kill, fool
Wasted time in outer Space, fulfills the function of wasting Time, killing Time, being too cool
For nursery school or graduate PhD, it’s all the same, you live, lucky or not then you pay dues
Heroes here & now, line up single file in back of mothers & fathers, mortals via divinity Blues.

You roll with punches until you get knocked out by a #haymaker you didn’t see comin’ down
Spaces of beings out of time await the purgatory called united states of amnesia, mind blown
Fake News isn’t the Truth, it’s a misrepresentation of the actual reality, hear the lion’s roaring
It’s louder than the female lion in heat, you’ll know the cat call, you’ll call the cat, blade sling.

Don’t remind me, I’ll remind myself, I am the capitol punishment for the purveyors of live evil
Spirits and conscious souls without bodies they’ve left behind in dust or a phantom’s blue pill
Last huff, last puff, swallow & gulp your Adam’s apple if you’ve got one stuck in your redneck
Forum open, factors analyzed in the formulation, code red, code blue, no secret I never Shrek.

Crazy monsters wounded, recycled into the matrix, dead & gone, evaporated H2O sun dancing
Terminate your life, terminate the Life on Earth, it’s a supernova or a thermonuclear, ion song
Fire and Water, muddy melt of the star ash, just a dirty, rotten bastard’s leftover tripe, innards
Fishing, hunting, mating, that’s about it, it’s a long, long road & I’m just one of the holy bards.

I’m what I appear to be to you, what I am to me, you don’t have a need to know, immortal sin
Just a guy, older than seven decades, wading in the sunshine, dirty water and the Sun’s dance
Inside of the needle’s 3rd eye, it’s as tiny as nothing at all, seeing naked eyes blinded, has-been
Fully shaded eyes with spectacles, allow the surprise at the peak of climax, you’re The Origin.

Pizza is in the kiln, the wait’s nearly over, keep your pants on, comin’ more sooner than later
Exploding nuclei from the zygotic infiltration of 1 gamete, unmoved mover, snow-blind dater
North to South hemisphere of this 3rd rock from the hot asteroid we call ol’ Sol, Sun of Man
Ready, set, goin’ to #A-GOGO by your mother’s womb, it bled out the third red eye dreamin’.

News for you, same old story for the gangs I’m searching for, their tattoos are gonna all die
Country or city, comin’ for every, single one without the lawyers’ cases, it’s termination fly
Bold and blown up in an implosion of mud, blood & beer, WW3 ended in nobody’s misery
Imagine a zero, empty of matter, being not being anymore, it’s the PERIOD, end of the story.

by
r j j stephan, I

c.  Mardi, BLOVEMBER XX^th  MMXXIV Anno Domini 1200 hours PST

{ Systematic Mutually Assured Destruction #HITS on youTube link @ https://www.jstor.org/stable/40204064 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YourKissIsOnMyLIST X's & O's from infinite Lipz that exist to get Flipz!

 

CONSTANT STATES OF THE INFINITE’S  AMNESIA

Now & then, you’ve had a tough Time of it accepting one mortal nature, Space death of us all
There ain't no justice, postmortem has no answer except, WTF did Earth come from? A Bang?
Come on now, we weren’t there but we’ve constructed language to yield yet One mortal Yang
Ala Herr infinite Ying’s supratomic disaster awaiting all Ends & Means, ourselves, all suicidal.

Born to be wild, free, mortal runnin’ with the wind blowin’ sideways into the falls of Niagara
Over the edge where the water drops into gravity’s snare in the recycled H2O, never for RA
Sun, superstar that shines closer than the rest, hundred million miles away from hot blood
Staying cool but not frozen, ice-cold feelings disregarded in a mirror but effective, wet mud.

Be dishonest, you have no skin in the game & it doesn’t matter one way or another, lie to me
Begging for words to mask a Truth to be uncovered by Holmes-type investigation sleuthing
Cause of the first effect means that #TheChicken did indeed precede the laid DNA birding
Without the Thing itself there would be no other things, mortal or immortal, to be not to be.

Open close eyes of blinded boys and girls associated with the philosophers of Karl & Fred
Putting the nihilism in your baby pablum force feeding the hungry critters, innocent, dead
Of the importance of your personal parents’ love and devotion to your well-being, word up
Devoid of the feeling of happiness and contentment, led to a sheep slaughter for Zeus’ cup.

Dog food for the masses, buy a case or two to avoid the metaphors of Man eats Dog’s food
Puddle of blood underneath your 208 bones, can’t stand-up comedy although y’all should
You don’t know like I know or maybe you do, in any case nothing matters & if it did, I’d expire
Without any ceremony, wake, funeral, monument of engraved granite-rock, soul lit, on fire.

Conspiracy to fix your dull gaze upon the inner society you’re not any part of, all in plain site
Of your mice or your women and men, spiders, snakes, insects, bacteria and old Dolomite
Bringin’ the fools back to the jungle’s deepness, ghetto of the streets ‘tween BS & hot kicks
Being is less or more than enough, got scars and tattoos to remind you of unforgotten licks.

Knowledge although impossible is still all there is left of the ignorance of the Cro-Magnon
Nimble Jack jumpin’ over a candlestick and finding your mother & father in bed, havin’ fun
Kind of weird seeing your origin, once again conceiving something, a form of daughter/son
One, twins, triplets, quads, quints or sects matters to none but mama, on to her extinction.

I suggest running and hiding from the Truth, it’s naked and it’s not for the innocent of guilt
Full responsibility you’ve assumed, before your conception, you’re still undersea in the silt
Flagged for danger to avoid extinction, it’s all you’ll get, a red piece of cloth waving to & fro
Ready & get your consciousness set, only we know, life ain’t easy, whistle lips, let’s blow.

Ennui defined, I’m not your thesaurus, therefore, google it, start Marx’ search engine, hottie
You’re lucky to have lived to be able to wonder why you’re alive, what happens when I died
I’m long gone, but this bears repeating, you’ll be dead too, like your poor kids who ain’t fried
Hum along if you don’t know the song, got only 7 notes on scale, Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti.

Work hard for your bread, it goes in and out of your proverbial pocket, as if it’s not for real
Yet it is all there is, then you die & someone disposes of the remnants of the skin & bones
What is consumed is defalcated and then defecated in an infinite cycle until the supernova
May be today, tomorrow but for certain not yesterday, bend over me & kiss me, mitotic ova.

Funny to have more money than anyone else on Earth, a billionaire for real, Reality of One
No more than that one can handle the shattered Many, a leftover of the Big Bang’s All Done
Subatomic to the macroscopic and galactic up unto the cosmic totality, mental image void
Nothing before & Nothing after, here & now where you are, dog head Jesus was an android!

Think I’m wrong & that’s OK, at least you know the Truth now, incredible Vibe to carry-on too
Until the day you die, you’ll recollect the day you became conscious of the reason for being
On Earth, alive above the dirt or dead & gone below it, full skeleton & skull’s bones, be King
Of your breathing function, follow rules, avoid humane judges, online, in print, black & blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, X-XXII-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Copied out of my mind’s eye while in audiophile mode, jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #WhatIsHip etc… link @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs?si=VMXJcM4ZNB0HTvf7 }

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

#ExitStageRight #FinaleWithoutEncores @TheWho #Genius nope @StevieRayVaughan #SkiesCry

ON BROADWAY, IT’S IN FOCUS

Like a real thin thing which is included in the empty set are all the zeros and ones

A rhythmic octave of notes of imaginary scales from A to G on Time & Space clones

Pine and Evergreen makin’ the oxygen from the lack of carbon dioxide ad infinitum

If we’re lucky, which we’ve been since born & raised free without slavery’s scrum.

Perennial actions, origin to annihilation of every atom of matter, a matter of Time

No space is free from implosion into the singularity, above is as below is, all mine

Gold and the lead it’s transformed from through fire and brimstone, shoot & miss it

Shots and passes, points to win and some to lose, in every case, it’s all bull’s scat.

Makin’ money lettin’ people watch you throw a ball in a hole, ten feet high, above net

Where every single shot of one, two or three points make the loser pay the other debt

Number one draft choice to make up for your missing passes and shots, never all hot

As you thought you’d be in the middle of your line, from the tip to the buzzer’s slot.

In touch, out of the touches from fingers and toes, ends of arms and legs on a plate

Lump of flesh & bone with a free will that becomes a follower who’s willing to be bait

For fish in the sea that are so hungry to believe the blind that they fall naïve prey lost

Minutes, decades to a century, if you’ve got the gumption or the intestinal, shat frost.

Not dancing to the whacked-out beats, let me check what’s in the jukebox for now

Cracked skulls and incurable diseases of the body & mind, psycho look out below

We won’t get better without medication & radiation; you can be sons of a Bi#ches

It ain’t your fault you were conceived in sin, maternal eggs all married to Butches.

Fish swimmin’ with the illegal migrants across the Rio Grande and the pretend sea blue

In a manner of double speaking, hillbilly apologies come & go in a New York minute too

Like it or not, it’s all but out of our hands, you’ve got the thing itself as the gas in the brew

Once the flick of the switch has been toggled to ON, the OFF makes it into cosmic stew.

I’ll keep it up even when the rain is pouring out of the grey-black sky, white cumulus cloud

Only one huge bulk of H2O in vapor formation, lined up to fall with gravity’s pull of the load

Wetting the dry ground and soaking the wind within the mud, the blood & spilled beer kegs

No recollection of red Comanche blood in my great grandmothers or embedded sexy legs.

Out hunting, out fishing, out being a lazy head of teepee without welfare’s food stamps

Just enough for that fruit of the vine that never allows anyone to ever be clean and sober

Reason of the deductions is to assist in the adaption to the changing nooks & crannies

Appearing out of nowhere or created by the unseen, unknown out of the Void’s sun lamps.

Literally have created a purple Maserati out of nothing more than rock metal tics & tacks

Bonding with the separate but equally merged within the occult unknown, whitey blacks

On the flip B-side, it’s the same holy #HIT played on the Marconi’s Top 40 morphing #1’s

Prepared to be ready to move out or fall on a sword for the hero who really loved the puns.

Thirty to sixty minutes lead to the end of the livers livelihoods all removed and deleted too

No kidding around, you’re a joke or you’re too ignorant to have survived the herd’s blues

Walkin’ slow down the avenue of my old neighborhood, don’t know why I feel this good, so

My karma has been paid back in full, I'm done paying for my original sin & yours too fool.

Perfection has devolved into the asteroid belt and nothing can stop the orbital interjection

Diamonds spread out all over Mercury because the mighty star has compacted God's skin

Microscopic Time & Space look deep into gods blinded by the UV & infrared light's souls

On the slide, under the microscope the invisible sees right through the opaque, void holes.

Desire and need to be happy are the carrots hangin' out ahead of the jackass's donkey ears

Hair shaved to the skin line toe to crown, the corpse decomposing has eliminating all fears

Easy to animate the dead and gone, in a play on a stage, words & actions' energy matters

You loved life, loved to be happy but sadness couldn't get aborted over southern borders.

Beyond good, evil & the formulated calculations proving that the unprovable has no proof

Leftovers of subjects and the naked, superlative predicates keep it real, Time out for a goof

It's too late to order a pizza, made one in 25 minutes, ate the whole pie in about twenty five

Weaponized day dream came true, conflagration of WW 3 annihilated the fission/fusion jive.

Semper Fidelis whether it's the right thing to do or not, there's no choice in the matter a all

It's already set in stone, writing in tongues or whichever gibberish the minions agree to call

Upon the wicked magic spells that could make you happy or very sad, it depends on the imp

Glory be to the father and the son of the father as well as the actual ghost, on the block pimp.

At the beep or the vibration on Mach 3, the X-15 went through the black hole door, a breach

Network annihilated to show that everything on Earth is vulnerable to gravity & a free speech

You need it, we all do and nobody who wants to remain healthy and alive will ever go rogue

Dissolution's solution, way gone, far out rogue, a money maker ink on a slab at a morgue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, IX-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Co-created from cosmic dust while freefalling, jammin' to @TomPetty #HITS on youTube link @

https://youtu.be/-H-9ZACQSc8?si=AbiTE_rlVkm5TyBa }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ImHalfCrazy #HardToHandle #NeverLeaveYouCold #BringYouBackSomeGold AFTER I #StealYourDiamonds #MamaDoneToldMe #FlyingCars #ElonMusk #BillyJoel @GregAllman @CHICAGOtheBand @Springsteen #InTHEMood #JokerSattiva

PAIN GAIN, FEATHER’S FAT Ai

Blood in the scab form after it leaks into Space in Timing of all the chit
Keep the secret close to your vestments, in the bath or shower I sting it
Numbers I played in the game were always wrong, it’s no Bingo in here
You got legs and they’re runnin’ a 9 in the dash, completely lost in Fear.

Bleeding pure H2O without the rich iron from the Earth rock, clay may
Be formed into a shape that appears like nothing else in Alpha Centauri
Babies in prebirth like genies in bottles, magic spelled honey bumblebee
Shorted, a profitable enterprise once you get past aborted Christ & Tina.

Electrified by the Kool-Aid and it doesn’t hurt after circuits fry like pie
Eating and recycling the matter without regard for it’s leftover #BatScat fly
There’s no other man like me, you know it & I know it, anybody else flip off
Your signature's all I need for my social security; you know I swill Smirnoff.

Vodka shakin’ up my nerves, mind’s synapses fading into the background mud
Give it up, get it up, hurry up because I ain’t got forever, quit singing along bud
You could #STFU and it would be a gift from above & beyond all fire & smoke
Buds fired up for the next to the last time, in the finale, take a bow, bravo folk.

Height of your skull & bones, upright above or below 6 feet, Tom Thumb Thor
By the By, it’s so itchy when she sings the things she reads out the words’ core
Bent over like the east coast says to do, to get it, you got to have it or else, caput
Nothing you can do to amend common law, regulate yourself, STFU & stay put.

Nested birds jump out, fly away & repeat redundancy ad infinitum, a blessing
From a savior, a Buddha or Siddhartha in blue skin or just a pinch of candy I sing
I wanna blow me away in a whirlwind tornado, just fly around out of control too
Blast off into who-de-do, rollin’ over with Beethoven, rockin’ rhythm & blues.

It’s artificially intelligent bee's wax, man-made creation from a Time machine
Robots rule the roost all just because a deficiency of humanity was the end sign
Free will has nothing to do with it, all matter's expansion & implosion, that’s all
Nothing more nor less than holy truth & nothing but the truth, so help me Ala.

Pain & suffering are over last gasp, don’t worry about hurting forever, it’s moot
I remember every September from 1956 to 2024 & you know that’s a quite a hot hoot
Laughing & joking is not appreciated when it’s inappropriate but that’s hilarious
It ain’t the 3rd but it is the 1st of September, I need a 5th, Fall leaves it nefarious.

Begin after the summertime blues-filled, cloudy skies above & below wharves
Coast to coast & border to border, all encompassed within a cell’s holy up-burps
Remember unrecollected thoughts you never had, before your conception’s tiffs
Open eyes, opened mind but unopened mouth, in fact, keep it shut for the stiffs.

Mind set, distance is a parsec away from me now, probably be dyin’ to get all in
The kitty has my opening bet, got aces over queens full boat, full house, I Win
Go ahead & bluff with your 4 jacks, wild card to boot, got a one eyed jacks tip
Tickle your arse with a feather? Maybe fizzle with this burned out weather flip.

Down Fall, Winter, Spring & Summer adieu, as far as living bugs & thugs know
This life on the planet is all there is, no angels or devils hangin’ above or below
Searched for a rainbow after rain came down, it was a photon illusion of magic
Ultraviolet purple to fuscia blue to green to yellow-orange, crimson red plastic.

Words meant to mean a meaning hidden in spelling & grammatical manipulation
From disappearing H2O appearing to be sea to shining sea, a water dissolution
Land mass of sandman's blow by roving big bangs of the universe, sound asleep
Come on male, come female, A-Train come back from a final RIP, a low peep.

Broken in glove, my mit, pocket to catch the hardest balls, big, hard as a rock
Whipped & crushed into thin leather keepin' IT warm on frozen nights on block
Time is the mental illusion of passing Present into Past, leaking Time out & in
Beans began life Underground, seeds grown to recycle dead idiots’ DNA spin.

Once you see the light, after the blindness subsides, won’t be able to cop peace
Cream on top with my sugar please, I can’t handle burnt coffee bean, so cease
Do not pass go & don't collect 200 dollars, that’s for the wild & the innocent
Shuffled on the boardwalk off of E Street or Mississippi Avenue, what God sent.

You know it was nice & nothing that I could ever afford during this incarnation
Light as a feather in weight, light transparent film in size, celluloid hypertension
All I have is all you want, all you’ll get, opened gate to a repository of a Datum
It is & will always be an occult secret one devil knows, Satan’s God damn-dumb.

Try this one on for size, an extra small & a XXX regardless of form, fits so well
You may find nothing at bottom of a barrel once you drunk all the wine, ah hell
Who cares? Nobody. You or anyone else you care about, come on baby, let’s roll
On to a destination 'fore the next one, mid-ocean or high mountaintop my goal.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, September 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{Drafted gem while jammin’ to #September by @EarthWindAndFire on youTube link @ https://t.co/zkK1lTTSru}
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlindByBlackLight #CopyXeroxFakeNews #HowLongCanThisGoOn #WAR #ThePointerSisters #Springsteen #BeatClub

HOW LONG CAN IT GO ON THIS CHICK ON THE SIDE?

It ain’t nothin’ but a thing, you get scared before you discover that you’re the monster within

There’s the fruit of the loom that’s the cream of the crop, you’ll know it if you commit a sin

Against the laws of God & Mankind, there’s commands and there’s categorical imperatives

You have no free will other than that blind faith in the notion, it has no factual precedence.

After the last day you’re alive, there’s a residual realization, you’re long gone & police backers

Plain as day, the nightlife is awake and full of the #Woke chicks on the side, unmarried slackers

It’s just their nature, there’s nothing uncreated, these are the divine’s creatures in self-image

Broken arrows on the hardened hearts in the things themselves, heathens and warriors aged.

Since the day or night we see the light, nothing is ever the same again among the innocent kin

Brothers, sisters, cousins, multiple great, great grandparents and great grandchildren, Space In

Things themselves are like this & that form, shaped & functioning DNA program fishin’ for carp

Cause of Earth & Sun, Void because of Space & Stars above & beyond Eve’s evil two-time warp.

Suggest the propositional logic be written backward to understand the induced conclusion hit

Between the eyes or just a passing, indiscriminate passing of the future into the past, sick of it

Or not, maybe you adore the function with no end in sight, on your best behavior to be a hobo

Just a bum caught up in a world-wide spider web, failed to escape a tricky situation, job blow.

Love gets over you when I find something or someone new, all pass in and out of the scheme

Fear and loathing of the rumors and propaganda will get you no trophy-wife status ‘V’ dream

Do not enter the zone between daylight and twilight where Chicken Little shouts up to the sky

Hemlines go up & down to attract or detract to the reason for the species survival, climax, die.

Some girls and boys will grow up to reproduce either maladaptive or adaptive payors of alms

To govern the beasts who cannot or will not follow the commands of the Golden Rule BLMs

Capece Italiano or not, what matters is that the Truth about life on Earth is told and heard too

In Sanskrit, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Nepalese, German, whole Babel tower’s clue.

Freaks evolved out of the perfect creation of a supernatural essence of the divine Void squeeze

Without wondering about why you’ve not become more in tune with the fission and fusion biz

Awareness of your freaks of nature in the middle of your families enculturated in mortality sin

Not their fault they’ve descended from the disobedient, ungrateful, immortal hominid muffin.

Heroines and heroes out to devour the villainesses and villains of Oyl Can Harry vibe, just sayin’

It really doesn’t matter, yet just to keep the flow of the river on the way to the deep blue sea

Avoiding the dams and holes of bottomless maelstroms somewhere in Time and Space hidden

Blind faith and skepticism of the mentally inept who believe that they’re enlightened in ZaZen.

Light in the shadows will need sustenance in the middle of nowhere, where we are in Space

Ask any space traveler who has both come and gone in and out of this atmosphere, far away

Near or further than the moon, scared of Nothing these far out men and women, saints of RA

Never has even one pharaoh or queen of Mankind been able to survive one last alien drama.

Open up about our arguments blaming “them” for the things they’ve done to the minions

Subjects of the sovereign objects of reverence and respect, just because you sired the sons

Of the virgins who bore them, unnamed but loved for a momentary lapse of reason’s logic

Deducing conclusions, irrefutable premises, RNA wad of categorical imperatives out a dick.

What all of that means is that I didn’t want to frighten anyone with the actual, naked Truth

It’s not beautiful or even a little pretty but it’s alive and kickin’ here and now, spooky tooth

Ghost in the machine will be removed when the corpse is introduced to the maggot infest

Don’t shoot the messenger, conclusions are your own, production of facts are to ingest.

Who among you all have come to conquer this world and become the czar of us all?

Nobody? I thought so. It’s nothing personal meant to offend anyone in particular

Rendering all of the flesh & bones into the ether which has more volume than God

Oh, remember those early days at the desks, in the single file lines from 5 to 23 Ball.

Reasons for the dark side is every side is dark but the spots in the middle of nowhere

Those are so bright they blind your eyesight, death & mortal life disappear somewhere

Can’t bury it all underground unless it wasn’t there in the first place, copy that down too

Put it in the history, you’ll let it bleed out and it’ll die and be edited out, killed what grew..

Pretension filling your reality because there is nothing else to blow your open mind’s eyes

Bottoms up before you get slammed on the mat or the hardened ground above the skies

Only get what you give and that’s more than enough, it’s fair game & fair play, apes’ swings

Not tomorrow or today, it is ancient history you hated to know, kill slaves, pass away kings.

Willing to see the invisible and to hear the inaudible, to inhale the gas fumes of corpses

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, seven continents and several millennia in remorse

All you have left is what you see now, it is what you get, all of it, hook, line & sinker sets

Tears that you couldn’t sweat without a mix of blood & tears ‘til heroes turned to vets

Frogs jumped, humans jumped off lily pads and bridges over troubled water, dead right

Nobody to argue about the deductions and invalid conclusions without putting up a fight

Yet, it is what it is & I can’t say more than that, it’s a matter of time before even I #STFU

Above and below, at one point, at one time, only you know & I know, which way is up!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Vanilla Fudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn (1967) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=PpyunX4NLTfjbTNl  & #OneMinuteYoureHere @BruceSpringsteen link @ https://youtu.be/s-RT3nxr3T4?si=2pKxk7ITds5bFedV }

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#KidRock #GovtMule #SaturdayNight

mike drop

I SHOT THE SHERIFF BUT NOT THE DEPUTY
SssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS
Full of the scatological terminology divulged from the illogical conclusions of useful idiots
You have a state of mind that will become dead in the head, burial, wild animal food or fire
Pretty as the ugly step-sister, she is fertile & ready to bear the children of the golden dawn
Numb nuts from the tree of knowledge, circumcised a shell, only nuts left, the fool’s pawn.

Whiskey poured down my throat, I’m never drunk since I’m a Headman walkin’ on a stop sign
We always got what we give to the new radicals, they do it in style and fly in for your jury trial
Friends are hard to come by, you’ll know which ones stand by you once you’re older than dirt
It becomes a lesson well learned, everybody falls apart & dies, lovers, haters, I’m right behind.

Word-Up is goin’ down in pseudo-history from alpha male to a female, it’s unknown x’s & y’s
Code broken down into units too small to measure with manmade rulers and beakers of acid
Break hammer time down into your mamas & papas because you have no free choice option
Idiots flap their gums, false teeth or perfect chick-lets won’t help the moronic blather of sons.

Daughters of Blather are the spreaders of the illogical deductions, irrational comprehension
They bear more of their own if they figure out how to cause terminal insemination division
Sixpence just a tanner of value, nearly more than “self” worth, you swing, like an ape in sin
Original or mortal, venial or Copycat reproduction, pleasure to come along on your trippin’.

#TrumpDerangementSyndrome is the Golden Rule of the moronic imbeciles who breathe in
Wasted breath that nobody will ever recover from the Cosmos, so I’m gargling woke blown
Choking up the swallowed chafe and alcohol due to a lack of molar grinding blockage, a sin
Original shape of things to come have become the present time in this Space, rockets flown.

here will be a reckoning with the good lord, your God of the Universe, Ala, Budda or Zeus
High dive I jumped off of when the diving board slung me up more than 40 feet in the airs
Let me dive headfirst into a chlorine-clean pool, 16 feet underwater, God tapped me easy
Stopped breathing, heart can’t pump blood through arterial circulation, Death seized me.

Just a thing or two I can say before the finale of the operation, it’s a counter-revolution tic
Piercing the veil over your face, your nose, eyes, ears, mouth’s two lips and 32 white teeth
Schemes run their course & either succeed or fail with a fortune of random Romeos’ dicks
Fathers of the human species are responsible for their progeny’s successful or failed antics.

Cool that you may blame luck or a divine creator of the Matter & Forms of substantial H2O
For the chaos that results from the order of things, from one-celled plants to huge Randos
Be a lying lion or a trippin’ tiger posting at the door for entry or exit, out of divinity’s focus
Bottom line of the backbeat is either treble or bass, offbeat until the rhythm is right below.

As your toe taps upon the floor, you are an immobile malfunction of the liquid turned solid
By the ounce, kilogram or megaton, Santana comes and goes in one ear & out the other too
Supernatural rhythm on the radio, need & want all that I can get, more than you’ll ever get
Sail away with me, not with him or her, I’m the one merged within the wind, it’s all off set.

The boom came loose during the night when my wife was pilot watch, I was snaggin’ Z’s
Boom came loose, it’s still ajar keepin’ the ship upright without a pilot, there’s no rudder
My cool wife was swept away with no life jacket in the middle of the midnight moon light
Still 60 years later, it’s just like yesterday when I was the Sheriff of Dodge City’s gunsmoke.

Luck and direct intent should gently mix into the reality of the situational tests of my mind
Undivided in intention to have total attention on subjective opportunities as they all come
Maybe never or maybe tomorrow, I’ll look for the bean bags in the hole, spit’s BBQ I dined
As above, so it is below for peace of witches’ minds, good & evil, our mother’s soul sisters.

Take what you give if & only if it’s offered, once given there’s usually a no return without it
Bums, junkies are usually the children of the parents who allowed kids to be out of control
Hyper-hyphened into oblivion, can’t recall the reason for the rhyme, it’s significance of soul
Cool dream in an overheated nightmare, so real I thought I wasn’t dreaming, yet I was asleep.

At the wheel, woke up inside of a tree, my skull cracked in two, below me 5 pints of red ooze
Nothing more to say other than, don’t drive distracted or you’ll die in a superego crush crash
Porcelain dishes called stuff holders, awaiting mastication & defecation in the outhouse shed
Need what you want & vice versa because the rest is just hot air, rock-solid all inside my head.

Where are all of my daughters? They’re out at the rock and roll show for the end of Times
You’ll know the deduced answer to the question when you’re cut to the size of a thumb
You’ll all realize the enormous evolutionary advantage of being smarter than rock dumb
Pioneer survivors of one Big Bang are all here in one spirit to boot, a motherlode rhymes.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Drafted listenin’ to @GovtMule link #Rockplast on youTube link @https://youtu.be/AqWOauHIh1k }

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