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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.?

#StopPretendingThatYoureSomoneElse #SoulSearching

Ssss-GhostLivinInAGhostTown-ssss

You are now homeless because you’ve spread homelessness, hum bums’ junk, Elvis & y’all
All streamin’ bums and junkies rule the uninhabited wealth of the high hill of the fools’ hill
Bums invaded the neighborhood of gold & silver hoarders, underground safely down low
Real estate agents, owners of the properties in paradise above & beyond the dregs below.

Tricks with or without magic words can cause the effect because of your will to power trip
Stark view of the world as we know it can suffice for all you’ll ever know and never skip
In the heat of the frozen night, undercovers that mysterious curiosity nobody recalls at all
Shot the guns and rifles, to be certain of the uncertainty of bad guys in mean streets’ pall.

Steering clear of the obstacles you could see, hear & smell but couldn’t touch good taste
Drinkin’ the alcohol only makes you want to drink more alcohol, a downward spiral mate
Our ancestors and descendants were & will be the filthy bums, drunks on the backstreets
Pumped the love and hate joy-juice into thin skin, down to the 208 bones’ hard rock beats.

Soul begins the scoot on the road, up the middle to the end of the clear lines, finite redux
High or low, seen or invisible to the sixth or the other five senses, days of old are pure luck
You were conceived either on purpose or in error, in every case roll & sweet leaf, Za ZEN tea
Runaways don’t turn into Getaways easily, balls ripped from their backs for social security.

Sensational alpha before the dawn turns into an extinct omega, we had to take it easy, man
Understanding & Acceptance of the Truth as it is, are required blind faith, One won, amen
Before each of our conceptions, saving your skin and bones wasn’t necessary, now it is, so
Dreaming you live and die on Earth is the cosmic psychopathic trail, whistle me, just blow!

My brown-eyed girl animates sleeping, inanimate objects of stone, obliterated a freemason
Out in bright sunlight with nothing to hide in a shadow of anything in itself, eyes wide open
Punch directly delivered to the two lips & chin, recall an uppercut to the jaw-drop the gums
You can’t fool mother nature & better love yo mama, karma isn’t kind to mother’s slums.

Essence of incense in the olfactory region of the form, scratch & sniff for the full effect of It
Living free or indentured makes a difference to humans alive on Earth, rich, poor, same chit
Oxygen helping to keep us all alive while carbon-O2 we exhale is used for cash, gods’ gold
Built to rock, stone & plastic fastened together in forged steel, it’s skyline to be rigmarole.

I have a secret which cannot be bifurcated in anyone’s mouth, you hear nothing at all y’all
Conceptual analysis is the tool your father warned you about & you played contrarian ball
Law enforced right after the crime is committed to avoid chaos’ lawlessness down under
Of the women and the puppy love served up in the way too early teens, SNAFU & FUBAR.

Penniless without pockets anyway, wealthy in a manner of speaking, far, far away, too far
Radioactive blood feeding the frenzy for a gold standard & live jerk-offs alive in a bell jar
A rat and a mole confronted each other inside of a floating container, it’s hard to swallow
No more being nice to the relative species, “No More Mr. Nice Guy!” what I oughta bellow.

Hound dog song clarifies the way it is, the way it goes more often than not, a ghost towner
Not alive & not dead but in between a rockin’ hard place & Outerspace’s empty chattaqua
Etcetera comin’ in threes like you’ve never seen before, now that I mentioned it, she sees
Overhears about what nobody but you will find, creepin’ afoot explains stone ‘hood’s trees.

In search of the miraculous trip only gods get, there are too many now homeless in the hills
Where the angels lived on a hill above the creepy fires that sealed the thievery speed bawls
No desires for things unrequited nor unrequired by the thing itself in me, underground to fear
Pity for the less fortunate who made the beds they sleep in, they don’t like it, God don’t care.

Called them punks because they seemed beyond good & evil, both in & out of stone temples
On the corners off the busy streets, using the cross-street to nominate the group of greasers
Or the future American religious-political fodder farmed from Wisconsin to Colorado fool gold
Shut your mouth oughta do the trick & keep the occult out of sight, certain it can’t be found.

In theoretical jargon, the conclusion deduced before a last gasp for one & all, that’s all folks
Splashin’ & screamin’ but it’s what’s happening when there’s a Big Bang & nowhere left to go
Past to Future in a snap, hardly a moment spent in the Present, Presence a gift to never give
Truth for all Life in all forms is just to be or not to be, Francis Bacon retrograde to Plato alive.

Regardless of your knowledge & recollection of facts of life & death, it’s happening Supreme
Wisdom of the ghost within is to remain humming silently like a well-oiled cyber-punk meme
Ruthless to defend power within at all costs, a priori premise & a posteriori deduced, it is sent
Masticating live birth, day & night ala womb to tomb & so on, it’s out of my hands, get bent!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 1-12-2025 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Slapped this out the demons’ mouths while showing @TheRollingStones #LivingInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fq-NsyKxDiI }

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

#SoulStripper @ACDC & #SonnyPower (my pop in cielo) @JossStone in concerto #Parliament #ChocolateCity #DiversityEquityInclusion #DEI is #DOA #RunDMC #ItsTRICKYstarlight #GoNowhereAlltimeAllstars #SonnyAndCher

COLD HANDS, DADDIO & THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE-DRONE

Common yet unusual as the distance between new years and old centuries in a deep sleep

Recommended to stay woke as long as you can ‘cause once your condition is to be a creep

That code Red is the last code you’ll get as the SOS that it’s an emergency for skin & bones

Mortal mankind ain’t a divine creator of this system or star constellation of fireball drones.

Short bets or long shots for the odds to get beat, in a fluke of the probability that you’ll win

So much to lose when you’ve got everything, nothing left once your last gasp pulls the wind

In and out of your face’s nose & mouth, it keeps that thing itself clickin’ on cylinders I spare

My back covered and I’ve got yours too whether you see me near you or not, I will be there.

Symmetrical Attraction to the misalignment of the trajectory and missed the bull’s eye dot

Far, far away from the ground’s gold in the dirt, where pretty and painted XX’s run the XY’s

Yeah you all know what I mean except for the nuns and priests who cut off their psyche tips

The Way that the species mixed variation to survive as the most fit to avoid extinction’s lips.

Looking back now that it’s all said and done, no headaches, no heartaches, sick until death

Example of problems that need solutions are everywhere, look for trouble, gasp bad breath

I am never out of line, I own every line, single file or mob style, granny & minnie skirts I covet

Legs, ankles & toes to the tips of styled hair styled over 7 holes, ears, eyes, nose & mouth.

Created by the invisible, alien-like ghosts-gods’ blind faith in what all dying elders swallow

Hook, line and sinker, the fishermen caught the days catch and it’s time to scream out blow

About the conditions of life while you & I are wide awake trying to have a good time, bull’s it

No work, all play made Jack & Jill get a break goin’ up the hill to fetch a pail of H2O on a bit.

Blood stays inside your heart to feed your soul until it stagnates with Time & empty Space

Vinegar and brown paper on your head before you go to bed is what Jack & Jill breakin’ face

Call it a crown, your skull busted and lets your brain fluid drain, it was in it to win it, it’s gone

All of it, every sound in every room at every time you wake up in bed or a sleepin’ bag, son!

Luck has nothing to do with the karma you owe, it’s all about the scat you did, now you owe

Death is no escape for your debt to the culture, the society, the ladies and infectious germs

What you see is what you get, fictional accounts of seeing and believing surreal reality here

Now is the time, nobody has forever to make any difference at all in cosmic soup, dead hair.

Zygote to rigor mortis just the routine for the things that live, atomic nuclei live in blue skies

As above and so it is below, everything in every single case is what it is & that’s all the flies

Out of holy eggs they lay, spontaneous maggots’ little trip to see what’s always been for me

Trippin’ on highway of One, coastal feel of a bridge gone too far, this ain’t no shoppin’ spree.

It’s the Karma wreckin’ yard for the souls that couldn’t remain angels without wings, it’s fly

So, we’ll drink the wine, we’ll smoke the leaf and look around to see nobody but me & a CIA

Spy vs. Spy left over everybody else got gone, like it’s always been, all in & on their own way

Enemies turn into friends & vice versa, depending on how your money’s spent, smoke high.

Dark everywhere 90 million miles away the other way around the cosmic slop, just go fish

It’s a game of getting’ lucky finding the way in the darkness where miscreants roam in ash

This leftover of a Big Bang or an Original Sin of creating & blaming programmed DNA soon

For doing the do, walkin’ and runnin’ up and down ghetto roads to rewards and a final ruin.

Paradise on a trouble hook, snagging you, me & the weed of the sea makin’ slime backflow

Asexual reproduction & spontaneous combustion came just before the Eve of Adam, yo bro

Believe your blind faith slant on the reason you’re here & now, same fate, we’re all gonna go

Outlaws & in-laws all showed for the feast, each brought an addition to poison family, so?

There is no God, don’t trust me, look everywhere, all around, inside & outside, it’s bonkers

Illusion helps assuage the fear of death you see picking your friends, enemies & strangers

To be the one who comes up with the things to do all day, playing in the sand at the beach

Just lying around soothing the mind of fear and loathing, seething from scat out of reach.

Briefly there’s nothing just a priori of the thing itself, man and woman know, blind faithful

Coming into the stage of making love is complicated but in a nutshell, an evolutionary fool

Earth wobbles, spins, revolves all about the system of One, holy star 93 million miles afar

Far from audio visual dumps of duped popes, POTUSES, paupers all One, jack chit in a jar.

Cold outside, was no older than your last look at me, your eyes were grey like blue-silver

Seeing all you’ve seen, it’s incredible that you’re not crying all the time, I know it’s insider

Can’t walk around good & drunk, crying like a baby 24/7 just because you ain’t got prayers

For innocents & all jacked-up guilty, nothing helps, won’t stop ‘til a bitter End, crosshairs.

Here’s the way to the place where you get something to say about everything, go to school

Learn it all from music to philosophy, mathematics and physics, you’ll love all of the gruel

Eat heartily and you’ll see the results by the time you arrange for your corpse’s disposition

Every single time we enter the bones, the spirit can’t remain in accidental DNA mortal sin.

Oneness distracting the humans from doing something, making something before The End

Bitter or sweet Nothings come & tumble into the sea, Davey Jones warned us, do not send

Keep it in mind, keep it to yourself, San Franciso to Maple Shade, it all could be worse too

Timeline here and now to there and then via wherever the ball bounces, daymare, I’m blue.

Barflies have seen and actually originated the bar fights where many men received stitches

Thank Jack Daniels and Bud Weiser for their input, glass bottles break easy on the bitches

Finding what we all lost when our parents disciplined us from our ego’s intended homerun

Time and Space to return the favor of a reversal of fortunes, give & take or it’s gone for fun.

Pawns check the kings and queens because they can, given their gangland styles of killing

In California or Kiev, days & nights do what they do ad infinitum, stay stupid, all birds sing

Survival of the most fit to see through the cruelty of foul winters & summers, coast to coast

Dream clouds disguise fake facts of life, you’re here, now & gone in a NY minute, then toast.

Salute to Annandale and San Ysidro because they’re there but where, nobody knows at all

Coming here in the darkness, blinded by the bright Hollywood & Broadway lights, I freefall

On the other hand, it could be worse than it is, you could be sick and tired, ill or even dead

As the birds and bees have reiterated in front of your very eyes, nothing lasts forever, Fred!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, BLOVEMBER XXIII^rd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted from scratch while jammin’ to @VanMorrison #PhilosophersStone (ALL ALONE) K link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?