Coppers HICCUP again and again ad infinitum UFO identified

NOBODY ANYWHERE SEES WHAT IS INVISIBLE

*AllTooHumanKingdom*

God’s got monster humor deep within the mind’s eye of a hole-spirit
I plaid with the blocks and built what needed gravity to pull it on down
Mystery I left behind on the block in the second city from a Big Apple
Fought for dreams in heaven that dropped to the coffee grounded hill.

Points of your head and your idiot sensations of a moron, idiot or fool
Now, finally aware that your parental supervision was lacking survival

 No skill taught too young, uncool to be a square in a triangular circle
Boiling hot or rock-hard frozen ice, all nature of a fool’s cess’ pool.

Consume & defecate, once you’re free from a womb until a deathbed
You’re intellectual curiosity satisfied once rigor mortis sets you dead
Ego or personality that expressed your presence, dissolved in the air
My love, a lack of care for Life on Earth, existence as such, orphaned.

Humming like a bird’s rapid beating wings, my engine is primed to act
In a play, a game, for reality is nothing but that, it’s a phenomenal fact
Allies turn into preposterous enemies, sons & daughters of all heroes
Courtesy motors, courtesy groceries all just hand-outs for bold foes.

Complicated mess of ordering things from atom to heavenly bodies
Washed, scrubbed clean of bacteria and viral infections clinging fleas
Shame on you, shame on me, shame on the first & the last of the free
Kites flyin’ and the lead is heavier than a ton of rock and rolling glee.

Must leave on a last gasp, gone not forgotten, just way gone, far away
Mighty fog covering the Truth, a necessary & sufficient argument ploy
To be or not to be in peace between wars, fun playing good vibrations
Opportunity knocks if you arrest your attention upon mortal godsons.

Barter your days & nights without your last confession, don’t speak it
Word that sounds like O & M in a drawn-out hum until it all rattles spit
In or out of rattlesnakes’ seven holes, eyes, ears & lips, two too much
Pens and stylus incursive scribbles on paper-thin 8x12 such & such.

Colors to the colorblind are the spelling and sound of words, B&W TV
Everywhere you see, if you’re colorblind is all there is of this worldly

 Things themselves in one form or another, micro-macroscopic pixels
Apes maintaining it, grooming enhanced survival of the stinkin’ hells.

Without soap and water, without the cover-up anti-fish bobber floats
We’d all be alone in our own odorific scent that nobody can ever feel
Between sheets or in a million permutations of the screws & lug bolts
You sleep, dream & you gotta roll with the tires & a quicksilver wheel.

That being said, whatever it was I can’t recall, a moment in time heals
Who knows why Earth of the sun’s solar system revolves in orbitals
Ideals come & go with the weather which is annoying yet quite quaint
Monsters ghost you in your bed, they’re in your head, all-woke saint.

Monument tower above the babbling people who can’t get along well
Extinction of the species requires existence, and that ship has sailed
What we have here’s a failure to express the meaning of decrepit dead
At one point, all points bulletin repeats ad infinitum, rings Hell’s Bell.

Looking glass mirror shattered into a million pieces, puzzled far apart
From the original One image into a mirage of two failed sacred hearts
Then from two, a geometric progression up to a zillion bytes of charm
Subatomic free radicals open the door, here we come, we mean harm!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XI, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Keep your hat on, dribbled out while jammin’ to #VanillaFudge #KeepMeHanginOn link @  https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=uape6ko1TpR1nbYi }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

GO FLY A KITE FLYGUY

GLORY DAYS, HIGH GLAZE-DAZE

Pulling a rabbit out of my top hat isn’t the absolute first time I’ve tricked the fools
Wants and urgent needs have no necessity in the fusion & fission of the holy tools
Bloody liquid turns into a scab once it leaks into the open air & bleeds it out hot
Leaving the organs and bones cold as ice and in decrepit mode, God’s best shot.

Pears and pomegranates in the baked pies coolin’ down on the windowsill & I’m all
Meaning I don’t have anything to say because I’m rhetorically insufficient to play ball
Up the Hudson or down the Mississippi, I’m in the mode to signify the Dozens’ corners
In the end, exit door swings open to let me into a sacred hole that nobody else enters.

Fuel burnt to move the animation from frame to frame, present to past, creepy lapses
Reality of curve and speed balls getting’ tagged with deep wood to the bleacher’s pass
Far left or far left, even deep center, feat to complete the four banger was a cake walk
Caught Babe, Roger, Mickey & Casey at bat that last inning, in bottom of the ninth talk.

In the end, it was just like the first time, the wood sinks the unseen fastball, no label
Sailing so far, I couldn’t track it’s distance and landing, I just knew it was out the park
There will be no others, this one was all in my mind in the first place, had no A-power
Explains no scouts at my little league all star game, just a bunch of moms down lower.

Miracles happen only if there’s no cause to initiate the follow up effect, spontaneous C
It moves it all from the alpha to the omega, outside the cosmic hole, a God can’t see
Could have if I would have but I didn’t and I knew I wouldn’t follow the ten commands
I lied right off of the bat, the other nine would fall like all dominos & hourglass sands.

Queens birthed the princes and the paupers; they lived up the block with their warden
Split ends on both sides stretching infinity into a delicious, loosen nuts from all bolts
Dreaming about escaping from prison you’ve been locked up in, your neighborhood sin
Horses pulling the stagecoach up from Virginia into a New York state of mind Autumn.

Blind belief and a baseless hope for all too human beings of compassionate Charity
You’ve met them, you’re related to them and befriended some of them, in perpetuity
Feckless without a limit, without remorse that nobody has any recourse, romance sin
Having sugar babies who grow into men and women who fought the law & stars of tin.

Malfunctions of our calculus is abstract, we are notions in the garden nobody tended
Stuck on the other side of the other side, until it’s too late to be so damned offended
Imagine perfect zero, perfect one and everything else, essence of the whole shebang
Reality exposed and it’s skintight, dream fades & you’re fading to black, bang, bang.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, May IXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 840 PMPST

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W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @BILLYJOEL

#MayTheFourthBeWithYou #BlowYourTop @ZZT

FOOL ADAM IN WISE EVE’S PINK CADDY’S BACKSEAT

Of course, Eve tempted Adam with plausible deniability, creep had total free will to choose
Hence the harbinger of Evil or Good in context of the garden of Eden, you all drink the booze
Of rats and smaller critters in the star dust you grow seeds in, restaurants of dead life food
Worms, all the way up to the all too human rattle & hum, a pleasure feeling, being so good.

Drivin’ up and down the streets my father and mother dropped in my lap, got me one PhD
In logic and pure reason from the university of experiencing #LikeItOrNot, it’s all about #Me
Where my grandchildren were conceived, in the back seat of my plausible deniability honey
Mankind won’t do it on it’s own, adjust the DNA by the ingestion of congestion, gold money.

Mating malfunctions in the species’ code require full extinction of the species, x & y deadly
Whomever is quoted as saying it’s never too late is no doubt stone cold mortified mortally
Of course the memory can’t be forgotten without constant delirium of civilization’s breath
All of the many in the Earth’s dirt enjoy the health and avoidance of dearth and ego death.

Only a fence charged with the power to annihilate your spark will keep y’all out the corral
You used too much power growing up and what you’ve got left is an out of time seashell
It ain’t your fault you were conceived in the heat of the night, free will or raped hooker Ma
She’s a mother but the orphans ain’t likely to be happy, ever, forever, happiness with no Pa.

Wave of the substance getting close to the fusion & fission of the form, reserve a holy Hole
Not bad being evil and not bad being good on a Saturday night, city or country Muscle Shoal
Substance & Form coming from Nothing is absurd foolish blather, everything is One Atom
Plenty of the many to obfuscate the function of the calculus, nevertheless, God is a bum.

Previous words come from the bottom of the cess pool just like the pleasure of beauty’s Id
You need a ride and I want to give you one too, asked me to pick you up from work, so I did
Honey, baby, your daddy wouldn’t like me thinkin’ of huggin’ & kissin’ you all over the place
I mean in public or private, too tempted to not want to, I’m jealous of me, love my fish face.

Handling maneuvers as planned, practiced every permutation of jump shots & slam dunks
Chopped down some cherry trees & fired up the dead wood, under heaven’s stars in waving
To my flesh, skin and borrowed 208 bones, some broke and others just cracked, one or two
Broke my nose without knowing why I was lying underground, seein’ daylit twinklin’ allstars.

Hugs is all I want from you baby, yeah, you know I love you for your Pink Cadillac out of sight
It’s all going to be clear after the obscurity is seen for what it is, the smokescreen of the Oz
Wizard had a hold on you and made forget you were dreaming, in a coma for the sugar Pez
Oozing and cruising up and down, in and out, in the front and the back, just don’t be Right.

It’s alright to be on the far left with the dead philosophers who laugh rollin’ in the ash urns
Graves of wisdom who knew the two bits used all your gas and left your family in the lurch
All saved & invested in Ends of Time, burnt ash of trees, broke hydrogen oxygen molecules
Atomic reference of fuel reserves, supernova happening without warning, need Hercules.

No matter how you try, not even Atlas or Hermes Trismegistus phenomena, mortal sinner
Knowing everything is rhythm & rhyme is all you need, all you’ve wanted forever, with beer
Drink it deeply, your mother was a woman, it makes you half of a man, force of love power
Prior knowledge of the following is not important in the end, Nothing matters to him or her.

Hunger for data, your hard drive’s been bleached bit vacuumed, preach the way of a monk
Silenced in the darkness, too human nature, good, bad & ugly mixed, unofficial fake facts
Evolution the appearance of all we can observe with perception and digestion production
My father said, “Money isn’t Everything, it’s the Only Thing!” but he didn’t, it is a super funk.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi #May the 4th be with you! 2024 Anno Domini @ 1245 PMPST
{ Skinned listenin’ to @Davy_Crockett #WOKE link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/UzAwQUwaUYY }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

#WhereTheCountryGirls #GitMeThereFast #KidsGrowUP #RememberTheNoise?

SMELL GOOD & GEORGIA PEACHES

ssssssssss#HitMeWithYerTwentysssssssss

Seriously inside of an obvious mistake, I shouldn’t have been here this long, just kidding
Drop a pin on a map, several close calls & you’ll make me believe in 9 lives of Fritz the Cat
You know the gist of the intel without knowing, you’ll get blindsided with mud on your boots
None of it’s so pretty but it’s all you’ve got there, god son, at least you ain’t wasted toasts.

Wake up in the AM every day from the first day after graduation from high school, forty spins
Wide turns around the sun several times, knocked out in a coma full of sticky straight pins
Monkeys in charge of the bananas without my permission, prebirth & afterbirth it will be too
Hens and cocks pullin’ night watch in the crib, the smell good ain’t wastin’ my drone’s blue.

Gone out with the highly likely to be kissed because my face is cryin’ for the one, Georgia as
Or Mississippi, New Jersey, Washington or Califon I A, they even in Alabama & L.A. & Texas
Utah & Montana country girls in the Daisy Dukes can’t see orange hot pants from a Hooters
Shook up the rhythm & rhyme on a dime, a penny for your thoughts but it ain’t worth a dime.

Pi was all of 3.14 & everyone knew it, free style motion from the first shot in the darkness
Likely the answer must be exact, or you’ll miss the middle of the honey’s twenty, I confess
I have the radar & the sonar for the trick, no way the target ain’t gonna be in my crosshairs
Marksman or not, silent smoke filled the bullseye 50 for 50 with 1 M-16 arm, shots & beers.

Recollect the world you’ve been in, be present for a minute & be prepared to gape your lips
It was all a dream, every single moment, every day of every year, all the decades of hot hips
You know like I know other than the priests & nuns, everybody wants to get the busy thang
Obliteration one, it’s a chemical notion to proceed with species annihilation, Dracula fang.

Afterburners of the jet you call yourself need to be fired up soon, you’re airborne for good
Corpse of all too human to be left behind for ash or a dark dash in a roomless silver bullet
It ain’t a curse to die, it’s the deal for the coming & going of souls, you come & gotta fight
Sooner or later, accident or just organic failure to run the show, represent your highlights.

A five will get you ten on that bet, the odds are against you but if you win, you’ll be rich
If you lose, you’ll be like you were the day before your mother gave you up, son of a bitch
No honorable way to be on Earth, it’s a survival for the most fit that prepare for battles
Nothing you do can change the fact that punks will come out the woodwork for skittles.

My candy is mine, I ain’t sharia’ unless I get you to drop a pen on a map, we’ll kick it dead
Of mice and men movin’ the Earth until the final gasp of H-gas, lost face & all teeth rotted
Artist and philosopher of metaphysical astrophysics and the mentally ill cuckoo’s nest 20
Here and now, wherever I reach with this thought, I think, when I die, I won’t think it’s funny.

I won’t think at all once the brain’s synapses quit firing sparks of trans-cranial skull candy
Mark zeros and ones like that’s all you need to exceed the speed of Yankee doodle dandy
You got my twenty right now ‘cause you see my cell# on your screen, Alabama red all that
Gotta go out to a Red Barn to dance with some Daisy Dukes, it’s the cowboy boots & hat.

3 wishes since you’ve rubbed the Aladdin lamp and now the sky’s the limit, just press play
Hay can stay in the barn until tomorrow, I’ll slop the pigs then too, hot date with Daisy duke
My wheels are shinin’ and ready to roll, beepin’ my horn before I turned the corner, I’ll say it
So fine, I can’t believe my fortune as if God set me up with the dish, her pops had a hussy fit.

Good man that I am, I married the girl when she let me, ‘fore her dad killed me via shotgun
Seven months later a little drone came out to live eighteen years underfoot, y’all havin’ fun
I ran into you before; you can’t recall but you ran into my car & dented my door and fender
You owe me four grand, pay me now or we’ll settle it with you, hey, I’ll return you to sender.

Noise is louder than I remember, a buzz and full-blown hiss 24/7 except during an LP skip
Rockin’ loud might be what caused it with a malleus, incus & stapes, hammer-anvil-stirrup
I’m the end and beginning of the place in Space I’m takin’ up, it’s my 20 & incognito smoke
City girls eventually turn into country girls once they go to the show, I am fire, I’m the stoke.

Good ones & bad ones are in the eyes of the beholder, blind eyes see nothing clear, waste
By the scent and sound, there’s something to that kind of sensation you can’t see or taste
Use the world to understand why you came here & why you live & die for nothing ever seen
Halls echo with sounds attracting pretty birds who only want to be treated like a l’il queen.

Popcorn and lollypops for everyone, like them or not, you get some at this movie, justice
Your life and the ones you know and love as well as the ones you don’t, shootin’ the dice
You win some and lose some but when the dice are loaded, you can’t win a hot can of tin
Catchin’ the cheater ain’t easy if you’re stupid or an idiot, look at the eyes, a devil’s all in.

Smacked down in the middle or at the hind teat, puppies don’t know like the alpha dogs
Only you know and I know the end of the story, seen the others buried & burned out too
Left with nothing but the smoke & ash or the stench of what shat or formaldehyde flogs
Covering up the olfactory offense, the best you can do is avoid it, stay alive or turn blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 4-24-24 #DropAPenOnAMap 711 PMPST
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