#BlackHoles & #RocksThatRoll #AvoidVoidAndroids

IT’S A ONE-WAY STREET TO THE BLACK HOLE’S SINGULARITY

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At sea, one of the seven is the same as the other six of them, God’s meteor filler

A fall out for no apparent reason, there was a loud Big Bang in a holy Black Hole

Nevertheless, everyone alive with freedom to choose to be a free hooker whore

Not a joke for laughing or crying over spilt milk, in line with all ancient tale lore.

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, that’s important to be aware of, linguistic certainty

Thriving inside & outside of the closed cell stratosphere, Life is a germ of the Sea

Don’t knife the shooter, not a dagger at an origin mother’s father, at one in hell

Only you know & I know that nobody knows anything, knowledge is impossible.

Rye grows wild and becomes tame cracker jacks in a box, popcorn in caramel nut

Fill your whole empty cube from ceiling to basement, down to the core with nug

Pits down below the darkness and far from any bright light of burning gas’ Void

Live inside of the womb of the Milky Way, you do already, you bloody spheroid!

Oh Bam! Uh, don’t you know that you are no citizen Kane or another American

Give away your tax money to the drafters of the Bills approved by Congress men

More men than women, more power in the gender numbers not in the genome

Of xy & xx being a recombination equity & inclusion in the fear & loathing, son.

Reality produces the species of sick & tired drones & the myths of cosmic soup

Talking to brick walls, preaching to the choirs are a valiant effort in futility loops

I know it, you know it, it’s the Truth & nobody can deny it unless they cop a lie

Charity ain’t Love, mere subsidizing inferior DNA produced by lusty gals & a guy.

Blind faith of tattletales who say words that declare truths that aren’t apparent

Obfuscation of everclear windowpanes that reveal Nothingness of Being, I sent

Who are the tattle tales? What do they want to tell? Secret society is you & I

Chicago, Tampa & Dallas have Time in Space to reveal punks in charge of a bus.

I have nobody closer than my own true self to reveal the obvious black ops of Ra

Created to protect Gold, a 747 tabernacle of invisible gems standing, gods’ papa

It’s a minimal expectation of success, to be immortal ala holy, disembodied soul

Annihilated the fried electronics, Truth be told, liars lie certainly, no rollin’ stone.

Graves in the ground named after Gravity itself, hiding bones & the living stench

Smoke and mirrors showing the images reflected in a mind unseen by the bench

No judges to conclude that justice is a ham sandwich, which it must be, I said it

Now if you believe it, it’s the Truth, Justice is One Ham Sandwich, @PigsheetFest.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, April Vth, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crafted in a @RollingStones state of mine 1978 #MissYou on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xZHwmzJa2UM?si=6_0H90DzGwdinL5w&t=1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BoogieWoogie @LongJohnBaldry #KingOfRockAndRoll @LynyrdSkynyrd #FreeBird

SACRED GEOMETRICAL CALCULUS

Revolving evolution right out of nowhere, reasons for four seasons of Earth’s spinout

Spinning in a counter-clockwise motion, any monkey gets dizzy with much self-doubt

Mink coats made from dead animals, leather hats & sofas too, extinct animated fates

What we do while we hold feet to the fire for being naturally dominant to subordinates.

Probable possibilities have the sky as the limit, there’s nothing above Earth or below It

We’re lucky to be here a hundred years or even a minute in utero, syncopated love chit

All in with the chips to call the bluffs, I’ve been dealt a royal flush that can’t be tied up

Four aces to boot on a no-look baseball hand-out, impossible reality, I pizzed in a cup.

In Tripoli or Grass Valley, it’s the same, blue or cloudy skies, food, water & rest cool us

Every single one of us who isn’t sentenced by incurable disease, we’ve got karma debt

As soon as you are able, payback the owed loans, begin accumulating the rest of Fate

To be or not to be, not a conundrum, it is to be that causes the reward on a blind date.

Linked or uncoupled and unhinged to anything that might anchor rage in the machines

You & I aren’t a cause of overwhelming experience, it’s a red-hot UFO generator in dirt

In confession to the God of antichrist and accumulation of karma for heaven’s reward

Yell fire in the theater since the roof is burning secret walls to the ground the Essenes.

Nothing less I can think of than no substance in an empty void of atoms, awhirl star

Just doesn’t burn as bright or as deep into the emptiness, nobody sees what we are

We’ve imagined the best & worst that we’re to be and not to be, we question it, Love

Nobody’s got almighty power, nobody’s almighty, no one God is downlow, as above.

Burned the bones & innards on the BBQ, just like at a party, only it was all to a human

Villainous people in the parties collectivey pretend not to be responsible as dead air

Clear the fools off of the 64 squared board so we can play a new game from the get-go

Where that’s onto checkmate, even a mere pawn takes a queen, puckered lips & blow.

Soil is the dirt of the blown star that couldn’t fly away from the magnetic attraction

I am all in for the conjunction of this planet & my consciousness, it’s original sin

Tried to avoid it but I have had this silence within that cannot be contained safely

Certainty is less obvious when you’re always right about everything, now, a scree.

Morning and evening conjoin to be this & that, all day long, asleep walkin’ in a dream

Woke like my grammas were, waitin’ for a bad guy assault to avoid a bloody scream

Bring your mother so she can see with her eyes, sing hound dog on a greyhound bus

Big city or small town, it’s all in between in the 50 states, ocean between some of US.

Breaking bones and windows of my PC to get to the bottom of the well, it’s bone-dry

Fire in the hole until it runs out of O2 gas, smothered without the burn, gods get high

With their bald heads shinin’ and pony-tails wavin’ like there’s no tomorrow, it’s true

Ain’t no tomorrow after your and my last today, may or may not be this one, I’m blue.

Tried every game, played them all, won & lost some, the ties were all even Stephan

Like it or not, trouble with a fishing partner is they die & leave you alone to hook ‘em

You won’t get another chance because nobody gets lucky more than once, you’ll see

All for your own good, as I see good, bad & ugly, avoid the other two, advice is free.

Excuse me mam, you walkin’ down the road, I got a 4-wheel drive, I can give you a ride

In back of my bed with your bones & bags, baby we’re gonna fly, y’all hold on tight, s#it

Doin’ the country slide or twistin’ the mash potato & cool jerk, it’s a blind date mama

You got what it takes to be the mother of my kin, you wanna, I wanna, baby let’s Do It!

Bound by the thoughts and words, recollection to forget about it all once you expire it

Wind up your life & trunk of memories happened & what didn’t occur, dust in wind s#it

Did I ever lie to you? You wouldn’t have known in any case, I never did lie, I ain’t a toy

Truth sayer extraordinaire born & raised in Windy City, Bad Smells, ain’t a country boy.

If you’ve got no reason to be here then get the hell out of here, I won’t say this twice

Once upon a time, here you were & then suddenly you weren’t, like rollin’ the two die

Believing with the blind faith of the idiots and morons who become extinct below dirt

Star it was & you never were more than a bite of a byte, 1’s & 0’s I am, That star Squirt.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-31-2025 Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

{ Drafted jammin’ to @ELVIS @ https://youtu.be/jTCrIR7p-7M?si=g0gQaQqYPWD9YJMS }

#DownSouthJukin' #HolyKitAndKaboodle @FreaksFreakinFrigginFunny #TheGhetto #Picasso @TRAINband @LynyrdSkynyrd

WE'LL SEAL THE DEAL,

THIS SHOW YOU KNOW

No offense intended by the following tale about all better halves amongst y’all, species’ sex

Funk in the cells, mean RNA dealin’ with the compliant DNA, it’s all about the witches’ hex

Upon our children’s tetes, their children, our great-grand parents back to the Origin Hades

Paradise ain’t being all alone on Earth without a side-kick, good or stormy weather shades.

Monkeys just apes without the clothes, no fear of private part exposure to Earth’s bug scat

Knowledge isn’t the power it used to be, all you needed to know was where you get cash at

Down the block on the corner where all the plans are made to lift other people’s property

Take the taxed alcohol & taxed leaf of tobacco or marijuana no offense to arrested defense.

Clean bill of health, born to be wild, tamed to keep the power in hands that risk extinction

All minds and bodies on the same page, the book is written in code, it’s the grace in a Sin

Mortally venial, wisdom of the soul’s mind, holy nobody, it’s devastating, sealing the deal

I signed the paper in blood, but it was your blood not mine, I don’t run on purple, for reals!!

Offense meant to be just like this, the shoe fits so wear it, if not then forget about it in total

Harps playin’ in virtual reality, ready for you to exist immortally without food or shelter Hell

Comprehensive and full of nothing but the annihilation of love and hate, it’s already all gone

Just as it was the day before the Big Bang, you can’t recall, you weren’t present, no i-phone.

Text or not, here and now is all there is for every single atom, every molecule comes & goes

Ad infinitum, as far as we all know, we guess the rest with education & pedicured ten toes

Bring all your tools in the toolbox, there’s no time to waste, screw & pound the points home

Do the drill, keep in tune, you’ll have a single moment to decide, now or whenever in Rome.

Played by players, now thinking the same way, identical success as the rest of humanity’s

Becoming the best player in the game keeps all power within until the Will to Power release

Then and only then the escape performs it’s only function, drilling down into the deduction

Complex or simple premises assumed to be true, force the full house hand, my mortal sin.

I know what you’re thinkin’ about, it’s just how to stay warm bein’ a cool cat in a kaboodle

Pinching myself & I am certainly awake, here & now, I will be then & there if I ain’t a GD fool

Which I ain’t, in my humble opinion, I have become what the seed & egg left in the RNA mix

Spelling the spells leaves gibberish only a ghoul or goblin may comprehend, in a quick fix.

No way getting to go in through the back gate, it’s padlocked to keep the rats out, stashed

Rats don’t work, RIP off workers who’re all too human, above & below, hey baby, nice rack

To keep the species in tact during mass mutation, necessary & sufficient radiation, get back

Funk turns out to be all there ever was, your life disappears without a peep, granite gashed.

Really reality is distorted beyond recognition, used to think it was all there was, it is not it all

Part of the whole which is complete surrounded by an empty Void, there’s the Truth for y’all

Changes in your chemistry changes your body & mind, shelter is all over, fed baby to corpse

Bipedal or slither, crawl, jump or fly about the ecosystem’s matter, Matter is the Rock force.

A star out of power, only a hot core of a hot mess leaving nothing at the end but a black hole

Nothing‘s wrong with white holes, they don’t devastate the entire ecosystem, mare to a foal

I mean no offense, yet I will offend without guilt, you’ve been warned Christian-Jew-Hindus

Atheists & too high priests smokin’ the same sacrifice to the Void, God’s dogs barkin’ Blues.

Junk in the bums arms & between toes for the sake of morons who addict them, hot damn

Look no further than your enemies who you & I keep close to the vest, one eye open on ‘em

Never turn your back without backup covering our blind side, takin’ chances, sudden death

Mountains to climb, oceans to float across, gangsters and saints in concert, it’s the wraith.

Hot or frozen-stiff colder than a witch’s teat, which anyone knows cannot feed the babies

No way to inseminate the evil that’s alive in the abandoned orphans of Woman, Love sees

It’s going to end in extinction, sooner or later, do not shoot the messenger, Darwin-Lamarc

It is here, however the method of creating atoms out of an absentee father-god, bark, bark!

Hot dogs get it, backwards in divine order, priests of the sacrifice & lambs drunk in hot stew

Hearts beat the blood up & down through the canals, a force invisible feels just like love too

You und nobody else ever born on Earth have had a lick of knowledge & wisdom, so Ghetto

Sho’ nuff, y’all either get it or you’ll never guess, trust the Truth, open eyes to a mortal blow.

Blunder busting is the way to get down to the bottom of the quest for Truth, blown A-bomb

Fission pulled up on the fusion and made the mushroom cloud spread as above the clouds

So below, the fallout radiation entered all water & ground to immerse the blown-up poisons

Thanks the gods for the creation of the animal who fosters the Extinction of Homo Sapiens.

Tops of Everest to the bottom of the darkness’ void of the Mariana Trench, without H2O rock

Imagined meteor with Hydrogen and Oxygen and Nitrogen, caught in the ecliptic God’s sun

To be or not to be is a question if and only if you don’t know the answer, we all know the key

Inside or outside of the thing, there’s Nothing at all, certainty is tantamount to Being me.

Now it’s time for all good & bad men & women, boys and girls all in the set of Live Bait

To attract any beings in this universe who need to eat something other than their hate

Bums and junkies the same as they were at conception & birth, trash to come and go

Without knowing you’re already gone, alive as if you’re immortal, death will be a blow.

Pierce the veil, tear down that wall between the ones who work and ones who cannot

Share your blood, sweat & tears with the lazy and incapable, you’ll remain heaven sent

You’re pretty, you’re beautiful, you’ll age like wine reflecting that you ain’t the ale or beer

What you are is what it is, substance and form in random recombination, I am Yogi’s Bear.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 3-30-2025 @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out the jam listenin’ to #TheGhetto by @DonnyHathaway https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qF2pGUo1b7E }

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

PICASSO