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HOMEGROWN TENS’ PIN ON A MAP,

SMACKDOWN MIDDLE OF THAT

This here story is a saga or maybe just a dangling modification of the original sin of the human

Wings clipped, can’t run away and can’t hide from the justice that’s always a ham sandwich fan

Without Justice, there ain’t any for anybody, karma never comes into play when the end is near

Closer than you’ve ever thought since reaching the age of reason, apprehended pain in the rear.

The age of payback for the incorrect judgement causes of negative life forces to strike willy nilly

Without intent & only raw power moving from the origin in every direction from a spun center

Dragons, dinosaurs both in flight & grounded or water bound, imaginary fire spitting worm birds

How else to describe monsters who look nothing like images of you or your kin, Spake words!

Hot or cold, it’s the end of the day, imaginary 24-hour spin & wobble of the dirty ball of stardirt

Fun or not, it’s all you’ve got, imagine the alternative & it’s unacceptable, we’re in a deep sleep

Came to advise you to awaken before you die & you’ll get the Truth as it’s always been, a whole

The shebang is completely undisclosed, overexposed & undercover by a unknown force of ‘x’.

Idiots, morons, ignoramuses & your nuts and ovaries have been terminated for the sake of love

Fools like that cannot be generated by divine sons and daughters of supernatural beings above

Below here is only down into the core, the center of the whirl, there ain’t a place called Singsing

It’s somebody’s bailiwick don’t you know, the fix is in that you didn’t know, Timing is everything.

For once in the life of dead people who won’t confess their dead ending in a cul-de-sac in synch

Fishing in the dead sea or in a lazy river without a flow in a sewer or lazy river, yo’ mama’s a fink

Even if you didn’t know your mother, you’re an orphan or an abandoned child of Mother Earth

Porridge is hot in the pot, it’s simmering awaiting the ladle to scoop the portion, of all there is.

Articles articulating nothing but blather, talking heads, flapping toothless gums into the highlife

Scum came out of the hot, liquid rock, exploding the implosion to infinity’s singularity & my wife

Beware of the fox, hungry & sneaky, beware of the pigs & cows & goats & horses, ride & eat ‘em

Drink chocolate milk, eat the hooves & innards, ride saddled bare back of a hot steed’s system.

According to Matthew, Mark, Luke & John there is life after death, how’s It goin’ for them now?

Whole truth or not, there’s a reason for Madness you can’t fathom with your weather-vane blow

It’s either the solstice or the equinox, there’s no other spin on the revolutionary guard chivalry

Once around the block, around the sun, around the totality of the things themselves, 3rd eye Z.

From A, the sound of air comin’ through open, stretched Fonzi lips, like this, “Ehhhhhh, heaven”

Confirmation or Bar mitzvah for all or none, cut the thing, see the God, bad & ugly miscreation

Younger than wise old beards, no choice but to run far & fast until there’s nothin’ but 7’s & 11’s

In the ballroom with the bears in white sox, can’t dance a lick but can carry a tune to the Sun.

Begin with infantile, all too human brains which will house mature, nurtured gold of heretofore

A mind with power to will causes to precede intended effects, as above, so below so to speak

I know you know it all, what Dead animal-mammalians all know for survival-extinction’s sake

There’s no alternative to the uncertainty principle, knowledge’s impossible, y’all hear the roar.

Chocolate covering of the bismarks’ sweet bread, infusion of vanilla custard to addict the sweet

Causing a reverence to the disease of the pleased sweet-tooth tastes of the country’s city street

Dead end or not, it was a home run line, at one high curb that put wild-eyed drunks to the floor

One place to park on a one-way, dead-end street so passengers couldn’t exit the curbside door.

You all know ethical theories, the right, wrong, good, bad, ugly & downright evil in appearance

In reality’s final end, when all's said & done, fool’s errand to come & go with a silly fool’s face

Betrayed by your former friend you misjudged to be a close old school amigo, just press play

All of the things and I mean everything comes down to mud on your boots & scent hid today.

Old hillbillies know answers to all the questions, Alabama, Tennessee, Florida, Georgia peaches

Wisdom from Maine to Washington & California, Arizona, New Mexico on to Texas up to Illinois

Where wouldn’t anybody want to go to live their life’s days and nights without stress and strife

Blood given for gold, but gold can’t keep the heartbeat in cue, hated husband love your alewife.

Bread in the pockets built into the plastic & magnetic strip, your digits are in a bank’s final scene

Moving to & fro because of your nervous twitch may have saved you from an immortal wound

Looking around 360 degrees, Ferris wheel in my head on a tilt-a-whirl swivel, merry-go-round

For no pretender can I salute and spill that wine’s inner sanctum, on a wooden floor in Queens.

I’ll hold your feet to the fire if for some odd reason I need to know the Truth’s nothing android

In old-school jury of One, I am what I am & that’s all I can be, right or wrong, Popeye navy fuss

Matter and all forms it takes due to random genetic recombination, supernatural DNA gold dust

From the closest or furthest galaxy from this Milky Way, there is a supra-natural, a holier void.

Any state of any continent civilized on the oceans of Earth, lucky to be here & now all betwixt

Complicated scat to divulge to innocent yet highly intelligent young women & men in the Mix

Out of school into a job, motherhood, military service, penitentiary bound, it takes 13 mutants

A lot or a few in the petri dish of germs, leftover by the gods or divine invisible thirteen ghosts.

You had it all without knowing you were about to lose it all, just to do it all again, pay attention

On every single day you wake up whether you’re #Woke or just unawakened under this hot Sun

I got the way to move your carcass from the sheriff to the marshal and you know it will be cool

Like more frozen than you’d ever hope to be, like a 24-hour mood dying to stay around the pool.

Jumpin’ in off the diving board, it’s easy to see over the fence but then loss of focus’ belly flop

Bitten piece of the apple, rotten or not, there’s a price to pay for disobedience, grab a hot mop

Havin’ the commandments under control is all you’ve got to do; it is artificially intelligent to be

At one point, world shakin’ underfoot, an Earth quakes like Hehl on Dirty Planet’s rockin’ seas.

North, south or around in the Infinite’s fake elliptical circles fool’s errands incomplete missions

Forgotten in the incarnation of the pretender’s soul, wisp of a ghost out of human eye minions

Self-rollin’ just to smoke a little smoke, ground resulting flowers from the seeds from the moon

All of Things themselves used to be on the moon, redneck paradise silence ‘shine, homegrown.

You believe the sagas of your mamas & papas, it ain’t your fault, you ain’t getting’ high or low

Real good times can be had for a moment in your & my time, so girls, look out the down below

Dancin’ and singin’ for no reason other than to be happy about being alive without fears’ pain

Dining in or out with the good, bad & the ugly is what it’s all about for divine’s spark, I’m all in.

Dodging bullets can only be done with luck and plans B, C, D, E & F if there need be alternatives

We the people of United States of America have no amnesia or need to be the dead high fives

Ready or not, the most power has the high ground & the low ground, illusions of success’ debt

When you live a hundred years, more or less than the whole shebang, Adam ‘knew’ Eve, upset?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August IVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ @bmwolgas’ #Trump-Clip from every year 1980-2024 link @ https://youtu.be/-luF0nLlM3A?si=O7WsUpkri5sB7K7I }

#DogDontEatDog #FourDeadInOHIO #CrosbyStillsNashYoung #RememberKentState #TheRollingStones

Tin Soldiers & Nixon cut us down, 4 dead in Ohio, MIC-DROP

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Sweet leaves burnt to smoke your lungs into the deep space of time running out
Of the sands of time in an hourglass, flipping over hours, every millennia no doubt
Do you have a leader? Take me to your leader, the one who doesn’t want exposure
To the ones who need to lock up your agitation in the bell jar from duty came a tour.

This is not about your idiots and morons educated by clueless parents too busy too
Monday through Saturday will get you to the day of rest, Sunday bloody Sunday Son
Husky and skinny bones underneath your skin, fed by your blue blood, IQ below One
Monkeys ran the show, wrote the commandments, punished the offenders, died too.

I am apolitical, you are a Marxist-Leninist-Maoist and too fat to be hungry to be free
Of your masters & mistresses with uniforms & jack boots, waving their holy scat to be
Whether you sleep soundly at night & live in peace while awake in the daylight, or not
Us all & every other living thing, every atom of every cell will expire in extinction’s sea.

I’m no Einstein from the Void or even a Bozo from the circus, The Truth is false, I confess
Nothing but blinding light in tomes, scratched & painted upon inner walls of all darkness
Highballs drank until drunk, you got drunk at five & killed the soul & mind in a fine fellow
Dead & gone, not yet a miracle again defying nature, be alive to live, as above, so below.

Good and bad actors in the play on the stage but it’s not an infinite time, it’s almost over
Extinction of the species’ genome & return to the caves and boiling cosmic sea of acid
Party on the patio for you & I, no games to play, just conversation of philosophy & lovers
What do we think about when we think about Oneness, my God, my woman, we’re dead!

I got a line on the mystery presented as the silence of the lambs, be quiet about the Truth
Slaughter is not my destiny, silence of my logic & reason is not allowed, slide in the booth
Deduced the conclusions used to engage the loud-mouthed females with bad breath spit
Upon the innocent & wild life on E Street, crack down on the hard life, long 44 Years of s#it

Model fixed, cracked the monkey-mind between the hemispheres, split the personality too
Not acting like the same person alive in one body, more like two wills to power, red and blue
Punch in the face with those facts of life downloaded into your i-pod, dream about wizards
Whomever they may be, they’ll expire with death, without me, Nothing exists but buzzards.

Fun in the city and a struggle in the ghetto & on the farms & ranches to keep the herd fed
With corn-infused beef, dead meat of cattle raised to be eaten by the carnivores of Dead
Learned without question from birth to death, Life happens, we got lucky, granted grace
To be animated, breathing air, running on higher ground, digging in the dirt of God’s face.

Blood thirsty, drink until drunk and then wonder why there’s still a thirst, you’re a killer ape
Not a decision for the free will, killer apes kill, you’re one of them, let others kill for you too
Buy the dead stuff wrapped up in cellophane and Styrofoam in a store full, baked & canned
Agitators of Revolution, you’re moron dupes, Marx rollin’ over guffaws, F.U. you’re banned!

Timing is everything and I know I’m right because this unknown fact is now known wisdom
You’re oh so mortal, you’re gonna die, you won’t be punished or rewarded after The System
This spasm with the last gasp, you can’t look in the mirror postmortem, rest assured grim
So, stare in the mirror now, look deep into your eyes’ pupils for the empty, black pool, OM!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Mayday First, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Cocked the hammer for the hair trigger coverage, got me back my bullets while jammin’ to@NeilYoung#FourDeadInOhio different story than TODAY, VIETNAM THEN, WAH WAH WAH NOW… link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCS-g3HwXdc&t=81s }

GODDESS' DRESSING TOSSED SALAD TO THE VOID

TIMING, READY?  GET SET… GO!

Are there any questions?  Everybody knows everything.   Fine. Let’s do this now
It’s too late now but if you were on time, the works would have been fine, you’d take a low bow
Now, hide your face in embarrassment, none of these words are yours, you’ve jived, plagiarized
Now you pay the piper that you didn’t even know was right there, every step of the way, you lied.

My path through the garden is not the same as yours, I gotta go, you gotta stay, let’s split it up
We have no free choice, it’s a Matter of Time In Space’s Energy, it’s the generator of matter’s ilk
All of us together make it to the end it’s a super nova man, you see this now, don’t you? God high
Lower than the center of the core’s hot iron ice, call me sometime, show the harder rock is soft.

Rhymes hard to find in your mind, my mind, the mind of the collective homo sapiens, Adam or Eve
Many or the One, can see the invisible right there in the wide open space between your ears, Steve
Pops you got this now? It comes along just in time, why you gotta fall when you’re balanced psyche
Nature, cause-effect, timing is everything to get it right, it’s out of my hands again, hands off policy.

Stars lined up right now, you got the ticket, put the cash on the table & bet the kit & caboodle booze
Friends & chums from teen to old man, all gone trippin’ on their own, without me, I made the blues
All living intend to be happy & not sad in one fell swoop, success in failure is the path of damn fools
Someone had to be the idiot, to play a part that killed the sufficient & necessary power check rules.

I slammed on the breaks the moment I accelerated to light speed, it was just one tachyon over me
Split my personality about a hundred times or more, now it’s all that’s left, the original chip of soul
Kings and queens got a piece, every single serf and slave got an equal share, evil backward to live
Sums and products get the most of us all, hurt or feelin’ so good, it just can’t be were a black hole.

On the other hand, you only have two, one more chance to keep your head above the fray, stop sign
Too late for the slowing and skidding, just flew off of the cliff into the open wild, blue yonder timing
Zero to a million in a hundred years of Earth’s revolutions around the ecliptic, it’s old, holy cream
Couldn’t be that this is gonna vanish into thin air, it just can’t be true that this Life is but a dream.

I caught the ball, I caught a break and moved away from the danger of extinction, once again too
From the birth my mother gave me to the smashing my feet, hands & head so hard they all blew
In a song, a turn of a phrase in the lyrics of the #1 song, you can’t recall the lyrics, forgot son
True love drew the line just in time, almost checked out in desperation & species’ extinction.

Here’s another close call for you, it’s either person to person or recollect to the demigods
End times or the origin ones when the First Cause made the Adam impregnate Eve’s womb
Princess’ frog transformed into a charming Prince, her dream came out of the backroads
Too fast, too late, it’s gonna be just fine, Timing’s everything, not anything less, this doom.

Hot to trot and cold as ice on a hot tin roof, ice sickles melting into drops of tasty trash talk
Let the predicates modify the subjects and objects, healed by Time, everything takes a walk
I don’t know why, I can’t tell you why, need to know why, nobody cares why, true dat, we die
Just like every atom coming to be and dissolving into the dirty salt & piece of cherry pit pie.

Surname your soul-spirit, your conscious identity, either the sound of your mother suckers
Or your father’s nodding out on the bench with his Lucky Strike burning in his smoky fingers
Kicking the Time backward & forward, anything is everything & it’s well, it’s just something
Now then, mediate the conflict, happiness rose above the stank and the fool’s gold earring.

Disembodied spirits’ orbs of the divine light’s energy field from an adjacent or parallel line
Directional trajectory from thee to the others and back to thee, a metaphysical journey sign
Mystics and scientists derived from pre-Socratics and what Plato gleaned from Socrates’ pi
Logos is Word UP between the Void & your own consciousness’ fear of being alone in Space.

Intelligence’s weight on knowledge & wisdom depends on Reality not the fantasy of Mind
It is what it is, reason being just because of the cosmic accident, Big Bang roots’ third kind
Creepy hands folded in prayer since I was a lad, altar & Mercury trained, deep in black holes
Destiny of the extraterrestrial is right here & now, control the world without animated souls.

First event occurs in deep space, you’re gonna regret the day you discovered One Truth, Vape
High if you aren’t, look all around you inside of the zoo’s cages that house the good, bad & ugly
Purpose of being all too human is both unknown & assumed from the facts of life, father’s hex
It goes something like this, hunger, fear, futile struggle, strongest survive the swirl in the apex.

On being the eater of #Jellyrolls, that was why I should have remained trying to be a cowboy
On a cattle drive with the others I left behind on the dirt road outside of town, Gene & ol’ Roy
Stoned this AM & hadn’t had a drink all day, not just a young man’s rant, the elder riff raff case
Near beer in cases and kegs ready for the solo cup, red, white or blue and the diamond phase.

On being the ride all of the fine young ladies and their grandmothers wanna saddle upon jeans
American folk songs screamin’ the rights and wrongs of the hot dogs and beefs & vanilla shakes
We’re all doin’ the recycling of blood, sweat & tears from the cradle to the grave, six feet under
Grounded like a teenage girl who stayed out past curfew, snuck out a window, went to the bar.

Cool that was your mother in another life, way back when she was a libertine with liberty tea
Blue, white & red-blooded boys leakin’ their life down on the dirty rocks nobody ever owned
Who cares about the dead folk at the hootenanny where the boys & girls got down & so free
Drunk all of the songs, every note from C, D, E, F & G lookin’ for the A’s & solid gold T-boned.

You felt that earthquake but you didn’t know that the world was shakin’ the mocha in a swirl
Knots gone faster than you thought you’d ever be while spinnin’ counter-clockwise on the girl
Alabama, Mississippi, New Mexico, Nevada or golden California, all reasons being here, now
It’s golden sound pushin’ your eardrums into your brain’s stem, blowin’ your mind into a glow.

Opened up my throttle to enter the rock and roll river runnin’ through my bottle of gold Tequilla
On the two-lane that ends with my empty tank blowin’ air into my dual quads without nitro-G
Hemi engine firing on all eight cylinders at thirty-five miles per hour, heavy heart of oil smoke
I’m nearly done gone, you can’t perceive the invisible, big mouth, ruling the nonsense stroke.

I passed the ball, bounced the ball, caught the ball & shot the ball, in or out of the bull’s eyes
All above and below the target practice before the hunting & fishing trips to feed the old guys
In the tribe or at the outskirts of your mother’s loose mini-skirt & satin slips & slide into home
Bring your books home from school, study hard, get straight A’s & solid B’s, y’all get you some.

Rednecks & the backstreet boys from the ‘hood of my neighbors by the river in the windy berth
It took a whole town to raise me & my kin, some of us died young, some still kickin’ in the barn
Full house eliminates the probability that you can be beaten by four of any kind, third or fourth
Ready to be set in the concrete foundation of the buildings that tower & blow in the wind, darn!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 4-9 MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Full of the scat that I inherited from the mental cases who spawned me & drafted as I was lulled back to living the dream, listening to @GlennFrey #SoulSearching #HITS @ https://youtu.be/GFdpGwuku80?si=FayzdFF8nW51ByV1 }

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N E W K I N K O N G 2024 AD GODZILLA #OldKingKONG

THEORETICAL TIMING’S EVERYTHING’S FATE
GRACE ALL IN YOUR FACE
#TIMING = #EVERYTHING

Timing’s everything full of space whether you like it or not, if you live you’re gonna die
Regardless of your blinded faith in the future beyond your body of bones, gods are fly
Dime a dozen if you revert to historical recording of this thing itself, layin’ down law
On being human like your ancestors, they’re all dead, you’re gonna die, that’s it, raw.

By the time you die, you’ll know the Truth, ain’t gonna see the people who died before
With or without the Jazz & jive Blues, the world rocked as we resided & roared the roar
Through the hard & easy times presented by the nature of the beast, grace of God go i
Chilling colder than cool freeze frost, icicles hung as low as the best of a species’ lie.

Brought the fire down to the ground, split the atoms, then fused them back alive too
All of every single thing, subatomic to intergalactic, the cosmos is copacetic baby blue
Knowledge and wisdom the power to wield about the stratosphere, whippin’ the slaves
Chain react your pure thought of Nothing at all, will to power, to be the Queen’s knaves.

Scum is left over when the liquid has evaporated, yet there’s microplastics’ in the milk
Of our mothers if they weren’t afraid or dry as a lactose bone, we evolved out of their ilk
Y’all go back there, deep down into the darkness we came from, got so long in the tooth
Hanging until you’re being blamed for being out of your control, irrespective of the Truth.

Walkin’ in my shoes or yours matters as much as water goin’ down the drain, zero score
Winning and losing matters, happiness comes from the game & the win, never back door
Playing is one thing but winning is everything, losers are failures to communicate a power
To be or not, that’s the question & the answer is you’re all there is, nothing higher or lower.

Junk fills the rest of the emptiness with the dryer’s lint that sticks into a clump like friends
Harps playing like it or not, no need for that melody of string plucking, love’s stink sends
Aroma and scent of the atomic fission and fusion resulting in anthropomorphic sea of love
Hate cancels anything appearing to be Love, either absorb matter or be the end, be above.

Hurts too bad to feel the pain more than a moment, it’s the End of Your Life, dream’s over
Now and then, again and again, ad infinitum as it happens, you’ll roll over & over, love her
Systematic annihilation frequently solves problem species’ infiltration, evolution, natural
Dead ancestors paved the ditches & graveyards for entry, where else you goin’? Hey, pal!

Microplastic inside your plaque causing your death earlier than scheduled by the RNA seed
Heart seizes, soul fizzes and that’s all she wrote, so fearful that afterlife has standing creed
Utter vacuum of H2O & 4P + 5O2 yield 2P2O5, that’s the red line drawn in the invisible sand
Salt of the Earth, pencil-neck geeks and the genii who cultivate the culture, woman & Man.

So hurt by love, healed by it too, just because that’s the way it’s designed to be, just like me
Knowing you’re kinda like that you poor young ladies and young gentle boys, Timing’s rhyme
Liberty so fragile, we got it covered for the martyrs and heroes who came before, lucky to be
All Time & Space are the Fate you got, Destiny for you is for me, heal et al, drop a thin dime.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, III-I-MMXXIV Ano Domini @ 644 AMPST

{ Drafted in the Wind of the Far West, Jack Toffs rambled while jammin’ to #TimingIsEverything by @TraceAdkins link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI?list=RD0qxqjDYqkhI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?