SEVENTH DIMINISHED IN MAJOR MINOR FLAT SHARPS #DropAPenOnAMap #CountryCityGirlsWannaComeHome

ATONE, NAKED TRUTH, BY JOVE

We had a tiny scuffle between the good & evil winged ones, we dive deep down
In your mind and body, in your soul there’s a hole twixt two doves who’ve flown
From nowhere to right here and now, this is somewhere in the middle, you’re fly
So wake up before the end of the dream, you’ve been asleep in a slick, divine lie.

Truth you’ve found before me is One I’ve rejected after your death, wisdom’s cry
Owls blink one eye at a time to focus upon subjects & predicates with black light
Fear in the darkness’ dome, bumping objects into nouns & verbal knives to fight
If and when you see your ghost inside of your bones, that’ll be the day y’all die.

Describe God’s altitude from the plane of Earth, drop angel hair pies over there
Higher than low balls droppin’ from all too human species’ idiots who fly higher
Sewers full of disgusting, refused matter that passed through the Father’s son
What’s the score? Nothing to nothing, a reflection in the mirror shows no one.

Skin walks off the 208 bones immediately upon rigor mortis, dream’s The End
Of the story that means something to everyone, it’s untold, theoretical fraud
Mothers & fathers of this genome’s generation left a mean backstreet retweet
Figures of eighty-eights & donuts formed into The Dozens, a failure of two feet.

Brief screams before turning into the food for the pretty faces, animals & crows
All died for the good of mankind, on a BBQ spit or a fired up, wood or gas’ love
Breakfast, lunch & supper snacks between all known UFO stars are saucer blows
Disease eating health & vivacious love of life, extinction ground below, so above.

Woke up the Woke ones, showed ‘em all a final moment on Earth, woke hiccup
There & then, here & now, back over there, UFO identified as the gods set us up
Idiots and morons in charge of the important things within Nothing, rollin’ 1991
Time has begun to tick, split atoms, extinction of species, God, stoppin’ the fun!

This is a put-on, an interstellar vehicle flambee without a flame or ultraviolet fire
Nimble on an orbit that gravitationally collapses eventually, history cries, “Liar!”
Creating a narrative without knowing Truth, subatomic evolution, it’s impossible
Yet, here we are, here we go again, reincarnated stardust, Unmoved Mover Hell.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May 7^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Contents Unknown, gleaned from the Void while on the dark side of Earth listenin’ to #BeyondUFOSightings on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/s5OMu1bkems }

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#SkipItSkippy #PeanutButterFromHeaven #MickeyMouseClub #SpeedballSpringsteenConcerto2024 #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt?

THIS RIVER FLOWS ONE WAY HOME

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Of course, danger is the day you die, stay away from the unknown, because it is what it is
Regardless of your wants and needs as a human being, an evolutionary shake of two dice
Spirit moves the unmoved mover from being at rest without duality, sparking fire & ice
Motion puts the wheels in gear for the momentum initiated onto infinity’s faint, fade fizz

Rolled the rocks away from the cave’s hole, the holy place where God died & came alive
From the dead place where nothing alive that dies EVER comes back from, heaven or hell
Pills swallowed without the liquid chaser, they get devoured by the viral bacteria hand jive
Washing them in warm water and lava soap works for a minute until the germs ring a bell.

Then it’s every atom for itself, electron-ics tuning up the nucleus’ proton & neutron dance
Bringing your wine to the place we’re tweeting the whines of the proletariat with no stance
Other than to break down the status quo for replacement with random chaos of orphan scat
Children groomed without the Men of Mankind turn into the followers of the stupid, Fat Cat.

Leader of men & women with scarves’ checkered tiny heads, hidden identical dykes as crass
As 4P + 5O2 which always without fail yields 4P2O5, like it or not, recall the Chemistry class
In no garden of Eden that’s any free for all or for any at all, a planet of broke atoms of a star
A-bomb-burnt-out gas through a vacuum to reach the ignorant’s food of ignition, Earth Fire.

Why you want to kill your brother and sister before you meet your maker, creator of apes
Great or lesser than the least, naked or hair of hippy freaks’ ponytails of dead follicle vape
Monsters born to mothers without animal husbandry #101, shooting for dark starlit fears
It’s nowhere in sight yet everywhere you can’t see with your eyes or hear with your ears.

Bums and junk-filled veins of their mothers and fathers who excommunicated their party
From the basements, cellars & attics above and below the main floor of trolling sorte faire
Dominated by the subordinates you wouldn’t pick for your team of elite family of nonsense
Best friends & mortal enemies in your & my dreams and daymares with no spirit reference.

In the jams of the intersections of speedballs and slowpokes all sharing the same deadline
Getting to the ready line is half the battle, the rest is a cake-walk through infinity’s uppercut
Lookin’ up from lying down on the coffee grains and scum at the bottom of the cedar barrel
From no master whoever was & won’t ever be ‘til a Black Hole appears, ‘til then, it’s my call.

Cocaine in a gun, shooting straight from your holy soul’s tender ectoplasm onto your brain
Leaving your mind without the safe and sound witness to survival, approach death insane
Out of your mind, beside your true Self, a moron in an idiot’s closet full of burnt seashells
Words just sounds comin’ out of a windbag full of constant variables, x & y inequality hell.

God has stopped up the river flows down from the mountains, evaporation of the ocean sea
Earth without the H2O imagined to be the 3 or 4 fifths of #WhatItIs, imagine a holy potato
Dry as the day it was dug out the mud, blood & beer dropped on a bar room’s wooden floor
Mopped up daily to repeat the whole 24/7 ad infinitum, I’m Singularity & I’m at your door.

Peasants and the elite royals of the herd, rushed out of the womb of annihilation, a big bang
Senses of the five or six ways to forget about it all, the fact that you’re here & now, all hung
Without a clue to why you came, forget about it isn’t an option when you’ve never been free
Wise old owl smarter than any man born to woman, oldest in human recorded history, 143.

Abusing no privilege allowed by the powers that be, neither you nor me, that’s who it is, “X”
No conditional propositions lead to uncompromised deductions, all-star invalid conclusions
Promised rewards immersed in a blind faith inherited from the uneducated, unenculturated
Without blame for the inheritance of the ignorant bliss, it will run out of steam unsatiated.

One’s total sum, a product of all quotients, whether plus, minus, multiplied or divided Skin
The vote is tied, 50 to 50, a sudden death overtime will proceed on the photo-finish photo
Popeye is, was & always will be, boyfriend of Olive Oyl, pal of burger Whimpey & a big Bluto
Sweet pea lookin’ like half of one & two quarters of another possibility Olive Oyl is a virgin.

Protest your shotgun marriage to your wife and mother of your twelve children, no survivor
All fourteen, whole family, wife, progeny all down in flames, old infant & 11, all buried at sea
I survived the tragedy obviously because here I am right now, at least I think I must be 1, me
If & only if I’m wrong & it turns out in the end that I’m not me then I’ll kneel, fall on a sword.

Garbage I’ve made, trash of everyone else who eats & defecates good & evil energy & matter
Flying from one rock to another ‘tween floods of H2O without which we’re all divine scatter
In pieces we’ve all been blown on a side job, extra cash under the table that only Gods know
Taxwoman ain’t like the old Taxman, relentless & able to put you in chains, steady low blow.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi May VIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
{ Urgent hysteria providing #HostageHushMoney for blown hand-jobs from the Storm, the Gale & Typhoon of trumped-up inter-galactic alpha beta soup while jammin’ to @Ana_Popovic link @ https://youtu.be/UN0SJcA2hTM?si=Jx84Vyp9tMrMKJB1 }

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#DropAPinOnAMap

JUST PRESS PLAY TO CLASH

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Dropped a pin on a map of your 50 states of being here and now, here’s all I got to show for it
Pings and pongs goin’ back & forth without any purpose other than going to be hit, to and fro
Within the parallel lines and rectangular spaces between the empty out of bounds bull’s s#it
Apes in trees’ houses, cave mountains, chopped up pick-up sticks & rocks formed into a blow.

Punks & full-fledged genii who watch the way the balls bounce and throw ‘em down in a hole
Inches and kilometers matter as much as the space between the atoms that move unmoved
Stone cold or pistol barrel hot, I know the ends and the fools tryin’ to get them in a contract
Made to be dissolved like the sugar in your water, still sweet yet invisible to the yet undead.

Pitbulls & Collies on either side of the spectrum, to watch and protect your spirit’s high heels
Spike up another inch or two so you look taller than sweet home Alabama red, Georgia peach
Now the Daisy Dukes get to my vision’s eyesight getting’ blinded by the Tequilla clear jiggers
Alright on the left, there’s fire in the hole, duck & cover, hit the dirt, yo’ arse is grass, buggers!

Burnt to freeze dry and a shattering of atoms into electrons, neutrons & mother’s proton Man
It’s a code of acid, another miracle of evolved mud, blood & beer from the ranch & farm sand
I know, we know what nobody Is, God’s wide open vacuum of elemental magic, a phart-ch
Gas sags the empty space, warps time into infinity from you mama’s womb, bullseye, #DART.

What’s your 20? Gimme your latitude, drop a pin on a map, need your longitude attitude too
Drunk all the tequila last night, all I got left is the JD Black, well at least ¾’s not watered down
Had to hide that slack from my girl, sisters, mothers, lady friends, wives, grandmas got it blue
Living and waiting for the prince or the pauper can be so time consuming, you know it’s true.

I shook and rattled the cage until the walls came tumbling down to the higher ground below it
Temptations to rest and recuperate while sunbathing in the blown atoms millions, tons of s#it
Pumping the beginning of it all to the bitter ends that nothing can recuperate, it’s coffin or fire
Buried below the down home pretty ones so the babies don’t know where the daddies are at.

Baked the cookies in that hot oven, it’ll all come out in nine months, babies get the bad penny
From the brothers and nephews of the bums and junkies who reproduced the roaring twenty
With the maniac 2020’s from one to nine, Man broke through scant atmospheric scat to Rome
Passed the germs out into the pristine and empty, all that’s #GetGone brought it down home.

Find me fiddling around and twiddling my fingers in a circular jerk, like no-count hillbilly scat
Produced by the children of clueless girls who feared the mighty abused children they reared
Babies got older, cranked up the engines with mighty home-grown to speed through the dead
Living from first cry’s shout until the final peep & airless spit comin’ with a holy corpse’s FAT!

Dream over in a flash, Underground or Above The Law of Fish and Game departments of gods
Who never showed the facts of life to the minions created from rock dirt & hydrogen hotrods
Mud kicked off my combat boots, pulled on my cowboy boots to fetch some homegrown tea
California coast or inland up to the foothills and in between the models of the deep blue sea.

Paid that bill twice and I need that refund to be applied to my future tab, it’s comin’ soon too
Dropped a dime on your sisters & brothers, some of your mother & fathers I now pooh-pooh
Wise knowledge and foolish followers of the Word, philosophy and science of pop culture Ids
Comin’ to Budda or Confucius or Christian splinter groups, leading to the End, over & out kids!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XXIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Inside the Outside looking through the plexiglass while jammin’ to @TobyKeith #RIP concert link @ https://youtu.be/EHi4qAN5zeg?si=LIgtvbpQveIzUkF3 }

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