#WATTStheWORD #ThankYouForBeingAnAmigo(a)

CHEER LEADERS’ FUNKY RAZZMATAZZ & GAZA ZAZA

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Some news for you that you will find important enough to make a head blow Time & Space
From skim milk to holy water & onto chocolate scat in vanilla and butterscotch, in your face
Through your lips and teeth & on down to the gullet that won’t allow the entry, I’m long gone
The toll will be paid at the other end of the spectrum, you won’t know it’s comin’, it’s done.

Martyr revealing the pain & suffering of dying without fighting for survival, as a lamb chops
So does humankind, as above, so below, there’s nothing more nor less to go with the flow
Of the blues you feel and sing as if you believe that Life is a gift from gods or random chaos
Either way, here and now we are down with it all, common denominator below ZZ Topps.

Mirror of the image you sent is reflecting nothing, as if you’re a dead vampire, fallen angel
Find the abstract intellectuals to find out the Truth about existence and purpose for do tell
Punch in your own mouth, slap the spit out of it, maybe a tooth or three will fall off the bone
It’s finite not infinite, you have the Truth now, handle it & be aware you’re in a twilight zone.

Drunk until the brain malfunctioned during a survival drill, I would have died, I’m done son
Microscopically a macrocosm of the infinitely tiny, no more than an atom, all alone spasm
Three planes of dimensional links to one another, ninety degrees to 90 angles from zero fun
Clouds blow away, blue ain’t blue, it’s black on black, my illusion of hope & blind orgasm.

Wait until tomorrow when today is considered yesterday, then you’ll see all of It, rise up too
Linked into the rodent & insect culture which was all that was here before Man’s rising shoe
Crashed into Earth & can’t get away again, stuck in the orbit of the ecliptic & it’s permanent
I was already gone before the gods found me guilty of nothing more nor less than royal blue.

Harvey had a habit of hittin’ the bottle often but wasn’t aware that “Vodka” was in the mix
Still the will & the thought were positive until the 32 bytes of orange & cherry God so high
That coming down means getting higher than the stratosphere near empty Space, as I fly
So down here, look out below since it will come down 32 feet per second/second, it’s a fix.

In no space in any corner, on any floor below any ceiling, is there anything more than zero
Forms, shapes, essences of entities in the shallows, where we cannot navigate the hero
Into and out of trouble, it just appears, and I immerse until the resolution has completed
Until hot form is dropped into the fire and ice that turn to ash, Man & Woman are all dead.

You drunk yet? One more gulp & I eat the orange slice & cherry for the coup d’ gras of it all
Higher and higher by the moment, you pledge allegiance to no flag, no stripes or stars fall
Out of the revolutionary wars, here we are, here we go, I resign my position as speaker dog
No pet of anyone, son of Sam, Samson with the Platonic erudition of Socratic lift of the fog.

To think about it, you confirm the essence has been unleashed inside of the bubble of life
Children brains are damaged by their elders, on purpose but not intentionally with malice
It’s a useful tool operating the movement of the sun, moon & stars, Earth is flat as interface
Of the things that can’t be known, it’s because they have no matter, immaterial no-things.

Know that what you hope is true may not be, what you have faith in may not be worthy of it
All that you love may not be reciprocated to make the soul whole, shake it off in the holy pit
Apemen appear as hairy Neanderthals & Australopithecus, to populate our telltale heart
Beats and skips some regular rhythm, never deletes the rhyme, it will be the Truth’s dart.

Thrown at the bullseye, it’s nailed in the center, no question, winner, winner chicken dinner
Preference for contradictions and invalid arguments with questionable premises to argue
That your mother & father were necessary conditions for your existence, it is a fact of life
Sufficient condition is breathing in & out, seeing nothing, hearing & smelling nothing et al.

Power of light and thunder is committed to eternity without interruption, you have no say
Regardless of your opinion, by nature all opinions are wrong, they are not the whole Truth
Ask and answer in private or in sessions, get the value of wisdom, hip knowledge of Dr. Dre
Eminem warning of the OG #TicTac tactics #STFU here & there, #MF accounting of The Play.

I’ve got more than one thing to say but I’ll let it go with that, I am what I am & can’t change
It’s the way it’s gonna be until the day I die, I am the thing your mother warned you about
Your dad won’t ever catch me, so if you wanna go to Nirvana or Hades, keep it up, my man
You’ll go when I give the word, chit happens right then, ain’t no choice being all too human.

Fry or bake, straight or mixed, all eating & all drinking, consume the whole rocky, big stone
Hurry up & wait for me up there but if you got down there, go without me, I won’t be alone
Punishment and rewards just like the existence from birth to death, it forms the character
Main man or foibled stooge, either way, you come, you go, you say adieu to him & all of her.

I think I’m locked into a recurring reality inherited from my future ancestors, time reversal
Why though? Just for fun or to learn an essential lesson about an unknown scenario jail
Just fear or be feared, the only two choices during the random, natural selection of raw ilk
It survives & becomes extinct because it’s the nature of the beast, Nuclear fallout’s in milk.

On another’s hands, the other hand don’t take my word for it, Word Up was made flesh
From a Logo to skin & bone, illegitimate or not, facts of life dictate the rainbow’s tin trash
Of the rainbow from ultraviolet blue to infrared crimson, a sunset to sunrise eclipsed a fit
As if it ever means “A Thing” to be in the random shadow of a natural back spin of holy chit.

Modify or cut the subjects’ predicates and verbs with adverbs and adjectives of THEE, MAN
All more than the too simple-minded temple dweller can handle, oh so very, very human
Completely out of the hot backhands of any cosmic divine being, it’s all about me & you too
Sew up your bloody wounds & pucker up buttercup, the Dr. Katz lowdown Blues ain’t blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 4-12-2024 A.D. @ 1159 PMPST 

{ Good enough for #TootToot }

{ Liquid flows H2O downhill, freezes far away “Hot ash It!” Drafted to the sound you here right here, link @ https://youtube.com/shorts/LyKAJj4GSZI?si=yrEoc6ZJYVeIUELh }

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

#FatherOfMine redux from the past August 23rd 2018 A.D. (6 years ago)

NICE & EASY, FUNERAL Pyre's ON

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I was hollowed out and naked the day I was born, an empty vessel of organic musical DNA

Without a purpose other than to become old and die, to become remembered and forgotten

What it’s worth is nothing at all in the future scheme of things, matter and energy stardust

Please don’t try to stuff #jazz you were fed, ate and now've become the mouth for, the puss.

I am and you are no more than you see in your mind’s eyes, if you think more, dying will tell

Sooner or later, you and I will lock horns. you’ll go down first ‘cause I want you in the blues

I’m still a youngster and there’s a lot of breathing left to do, without help from the MD crews

Portions of this program have been censored for the satiation of the minions whose IQ’s lose.

Nobody knows how much you or I know about Creation of the universe or of your ma’s bawl

In any case of buying time in this space, there is a trade-off, pay attention or you’ll take a dive

Coming straight out of Chicago or Compton or Harlem, dust into ashes of the Reaper’s hall

Your head will be either completely severed from your neck or you’ll be eaten, dead or alive.

Conclusions which are deduced or induced are in any case, merely assumptions Mr Postman

I write letters and they get returned to sender ‘cause the #’s & zones don’t exist, goddamman

She must have been a mirage then ‘cause she WAS here and now she’s done gone, out of sight

I am very apologetic about the whole anti-mojo hookup to yo’ mama, nobody knows or cares.

Jump off of the cliff with me, you’ve got two choices, come or go back, there’s nothing left

Choice has nothing to do with it, it’s a force to be reckoned with for the sake of soul theft

There’s no such thing as a punished soul for sins of the flesh and bones, so sorry ‘bout that

Take that to the bank and cash it in, it’s worth more than diamonds and gold, chit’s #Fat.

Your fortune is the luck of the draw and a roll of the bones, trip aces or snake eyes, you lose

Winning is only for the ones who always get away with the murder of the insect and human

Nobody tattles tales on the wonderful ones with all of the marbles and cache, marbles’ booze

#Nothing matters, everything’s gonna be alright, the gods’ return to sender, an extinct man!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 23, 2018 Thursday @ 5:11 PM

{ Drafted listenin’ to #Everclear#FatherOfMine & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DOPE #TimingIsEverything

TIMING (76) ON THE CLOCK, RHYTHM & RHYME

Had a couple of close calls in the last few decades of shakin’ & rattlin’ the hit songs
At the final moment of consciousness’ confession, you wake up just in time, it bongs
A gong so loud that there’s no mistake it’s callin’ for your soul to come home to the Air
Nothing you can do, nobody to call for assistance, there’s no 911 or even a 411 to care.

Existence being an accident of confluence, asteroids and a plethora of galactic kinks
So small that it’s unobservable and too large to see a single sickle cell of blues & pinks
Soaked & wet as the day you stole oxygen, slapped in the arse to choke-up a mortal sin
Drowning underwater that literally came out of nowhere, Earth stopped the FOX spin.

Desisting the momentum of the perpetual motion, the only zero unmasks holy holies
Deep inside of the Golden Calf the micro-tool spirit pools wisdom & knowledge of G’s
Little g or Big G, a point is moot for certain, appearances are shapes of forms’ smoke
Wearing lenses to clarify 1 vision when you’re blind as a bat, Resistance’s futile joke.

Random recombination of human DNA, cesspool’s microcosm of a dream in a dream
Swear on a sack of sifted kits in the caboodle or whichever stack of a flowing stream
Movie made cinema, stage play acted live without camera, no warning sign of ships
No flags, no exploding ordinance leaving a puff of smoke to float into oblivion’s lips.

Humankind extinct without a whisper, a flick of the switch, unintended in holy finale
Broken mind and body of bones completely immersed in the fire and ice, not for sale
Golden silence transubstantiated from the heavy lead pencils that scribbled words
Vulgar or elegant linguistic expression all accepted; the Void prefers songs of birds.

Game is over, you tilted the machine’s balance of the bumper bounce, flipper timing
Drain the balls down the center of the plane, justice runs you in, stonewalls’ bumping
No more loving charity for everything that is alive with life, hope for the hopeless men
Good being the following the orders, commands of behavior to achieve being a human.

Laughing or crying for various reactions to fear, terror & happiness’ fulfillment, it’s life
All people on every continent on Earth live & die, def comedy stand up joking 2nd wife
Heavy pots Moke or none at all, cracks in the rainbow allow the breach, gone to satori
Higher agog than a wad of perfect neutrinos, still alive in a perfect swath of potpourri.

 
Punches thrown both left uppercut and right cross to catch a knockout punched chin
So pretty and elegant that it appears as a chimera that’s not real in the real world sin
Pinched in a portal of venial, original sins that have no forgiveness, kill a God on Earth
In repayment for your ignorance and lack of common sense, you’ll die & get to rebirth.

Atoms in flux, molecular suicide if mutation malfunctions the whole shebang matrix
You’ll be just fine without me, like you were before we met in your mind on an LSD trip
Sixteen to seventy-three, seventy-six trombones blow the notes of the score, a life flip
Fractions of One are all a part of the One although deficient in the essence, nine is Six.

One time when I was young I dreamed I’d be this old, as old as I am & still get around it
The terror and fear has nothing to do with me anymore, I eat ‘em for lunch & then I spit
Out of Timing on my last breath, one more blink after the 182, then caput, It is All done
Lines shrink into a dot-period and then it’s a faded spot disappearing, too late, so fun!

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Mercredi, April 10th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

{ High or low consciousness’ stars line up sooner or later, get ready to go, don’t blink or it will be a close call, jammed this holy Word time while jammin’ to #CountryStrong @TraceAdkins #Ghits like #TimingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WORD #UP #SecretionExcretion #SACommand #KORN #EMINEM #mARSHALLmATHERS

BIRDS TWEET CODIFICATION

Down on the corner where my grandfather shouted to the mass, “Read all about it!”

As if you needed that data for your program of study to train you with logic of chit
All in & out of everything you dream about & get shocked into wake up China calls
You shocked the monkey & expected an unexpected relief to materialize the balls.

Respect is all you can give and get disrespect in return, it’s the karma of a past life
You don’t know what you did but it must have been a grievous infraction of strife
Workin’ it all out in the end whether you like it or not, using logic & reason, my son
Never runnin’ out of it since it’s the essence of it all, mortal nucleus in every atom.

Imagine before your conception, before your ancestors were ejected into the void
Even if a Truth sounds like a lie if you believe in human afterlife in spiritual soul stew
Cosmic as it is and always was, it will be almost as certain as the sun burns itself out
A bundle of memories you ain’t forgot will not survive God’s dam-beavering doubt.

So, it all comes down to this, right here, right now, this here & that there exposed
To elements of a psychological convergence, Wind of the world’s spin, soul dosed
Expected the existence of Nothing but me was true, I’m right, pessimistic optimism
It’s chocolate or butterscotch, maybe it’s a double dose of critical critics’ criticism.

Sisters of my mother are my aunts whose daughters are my first cousins, all who lie
About crossing my heart, it’s a condition mutation of conception’s birth, hope to die
Even I didn’t hope to die, the alternative is floating in Space or a 4th dimensional dot
What I am is what I am, dancin’ to the music, beatin’ the sound into God’s ol’ robot.

Sleep with eyes wide open means your corpse is in deterioration mode, rockin’ free
As in, bury me right now, underground or under seawater, eaten by the fittest ‘round
Danced to the music until my whole family was stoned, smoked & drank into a frenzy
Autopilots since being saved by the blind faith in hot, holy spirits, funk-boogie down.

Pinch me to see if I wake up, I might be dreaming that life is happening now & then
Until I wake up for a moment, lying flat on my back on a morgue slab without a staff
Nobody there, no angel nor devil, no zombie dead but still scaring the scat out stuff
Going to be millions of degrees hotter the day y’all die by accident or spark failure.

Kissed the girls and the women as the got old as my mama used to look, all good too
For me & Stars all around me in the Space also around your face, hug a tree, feel blues
When you can’t & don’t because you won’t and never will, you’ll be able to run a dozen
Of, by and for the reasons and rhymes that blow out of the 4th dimensional sacred Zen.

Blown and imploded depending on the whim of my will, it’s an Evil necessary power too
Good is better but Evil will do when there’s bad guys out there, on the corner kickin’ boo
It’s jive scat that fills in the blanks when you forgot the lowdown, or it’s already gone son
Daughters knew when to slide out the city, here, now what we got is whippin’ post fun.

Creeps feeling whipped until they couldn’t feel anything anymore, creepin’ in me arears
Simple that the stars line up without movin’ when they’ve been spinning hot gas tears
Sorrow for my feelings being hurt by the ones I learned to love because you had timing
Yo, Billy & Kenny, California boys brought destiny out the mountains, Cascades & Sierras.

Are you for real, living in a dream & referring the vision as reality, a pre-death life atom
Full or empty, recollection of being a foolish, idiot savant helps to know, why I’m dumb
My father & mother are the cause of my existence, don’t make me start the inevitable
The Fail-Safe has ended, Earth like the atom it is, will split & two Earths are my bubble.

Void and null of the matter at hand causes the murderer’s row to rise & fall in darkness
Civilized or not, the cause and effect of things remains the same, you live, you die, fly
Hard or soft, good or bad, even ugly is the issue, it’s not an issue in the darkness’ lie
That we die & have another life after this one, bovine scat at the least, soul killer fizz.

 

 by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 4-6-2024 Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Cocked this pistol while checkin’ @max_headroom on #WOMEN youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y4TSOnvcy1k?si=EFeWUWLW5YsiZ-G0 & then #MaxHeadDAP @ https://youtu.be/Xbk1vB0gWL0?si=O5OBVZnvo8pA1J46 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

GOOD; BETTER; BEST! #WTH & #WTF over... & I'm OUT #TotalEclipseFromISS @ISS

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I SHOULD PROBABLY COME CLEAN, EH?

Neither you nor I have any control over Ma Earth’s wobble & top spin feeds

Mirrors reflect nothing but what’s in front of it, looking through rosary beads
Professional amateurs putting a club foot in front of another decrepit godson
Beads created from the nuclear fusion of atomic matter, busted immersion.

This face hides nothing but an empty skull other than teeth, eyes’ brain scat
All for the movement and activity of the mind within this thing itself, I name it
Eating and drinking from birth until death, all searchin’ for the rainbow globe
Pricking clear skin with hypodermic funk you’ve gleaned out a damned robe.

Notion of the formula to create survival chemistry for an extinct class of man
Neanderthal or Homo Erectus won’t look like the Cro Magnon, all too human
Family Guy rocks the world on the screen appearing in thin air, idiot illusions
Pretending that you’re the cream of a crop, blacktop speed racer of hot sins.

Before Time was ordained as the spin and wobble of the Earth on the ecliptic
There was still the same spin and wobble of the Wind and Fire get motion sick
All in your mind, psychotic episode of self-realization before you conceived it
Looked around & fed the holy hunger, liquids, solids, release wasted gas chit.

Rubber out of the trees, plastic out of the Earth’s crude lubricant, it will ignite
Spontaneously combusted out of the nuclei of each & every atom in Milky Way
This ain’t a party for the innocent nor the wild, it’s a reality, mankind’s gangway
Pretending that there’s living matter once it disintegrates, measure of the idiot.

Jets and Sharks kick one anothers’ skeletons underground, shredded the wood
Fire burning the wood into ash, melting the iron & steel forms into planetary food
Fight for your right to freedom from tyranny & you’re bound to die, say yes please
Given swords and bullets, knives and belts of blackness with red stripe degrees.

Panini out to lunch on the patio, come over with Red Rover & bring higher spirits
Feeding the frenzy of idiots & morons with blind faith of readers of fallacy salads
How and why can I ask questions without having sensations in my fired up brain?
As I lied, I laid as many eggs fertilized as I could coax the hotties to lay, God pain.

Gotta die if you become all too human through coitus that had no interruptus
Ready and get set whether you’re ready or not, you’ll come around in the dust
As if you had any choice to be free or indentured by way of your parents, right?
It’s worse than that but don’t want to energize the curse, it’s TNT, it’s dynamite.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, April  IV^th MMXXIV   Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Spread the Word like Butter Cream from the Cache Cow while jammin’ to @EricClapton #IShotTheSherrif in an infinite loop, link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0xLLPJ0bOw }

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