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SPEAKIN' SPIDER TO THE GODS OF ADAM {Swearin' to the gods}

 

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Miracles are not the simple-minded cause & effect of the routine mind's unmoved move

No motive in the mind of the sky gods outside of Earth's atmosphere, the atheists just die

Ain't nothing but the leap of Blind Faith in a "better life" when y'all fade away, good luck

I have a cadre of com-padres & com-madras who've completed the Living mission's fluke.

Don't get me wrong which you inevitably will but there's an elephant in the bathroom too

It's where she came in with the Beatles and her hair raised into a large Afro like no other

 What is the hair for other than to look attractive for the mitosis and meiosis of the Mother

Earth that wobbles, appears to spin & roll while revolving about a ball of fired-up power.

Had the ghost posse for the runs on the stage coaches and banks of the silver and gold one

Minds bitten by the training to eliminate the disposable matter into a buried, fertilized scone

To be eaten or not to be eaten, that's the only REAL question, I prefer not to be on the Menu

Out of a wild, blue yonder, there's a bit of hoc-us-pocus magic pokin' through the star venue.

Vitriol humor isn't trivial, it's a method for the madness to become exposed to One element

Earth, Fire & a Wind that resulted from a Big Bang or another catastrophic calamity dent

Believers are gonna believe and Haters of Blind Faith are scientific philosophers of School

From the pre-school to the graduate-school, only the diapers get shed in the end, still a fool.

Rushin' right into the earning potential and the fear of being poor and pathetic to the hot ones

Boys and girls grown up into mothers & absentee fathers who knew or didn't know any sons

Or daughters who needed and wanted their dads, just a legend in history long gone millennia

Evolution of single cells & apes or super-special supra-alien design from scratch-DNA, blah!

 

Nobody ever knew, the dead underground or undersea or dust in the wind, perish the thought

Of being all too human or an animated bag of cytoplasmic slop, a rare, random, lackey robot

Fearing the Unknown until the corpus dillecti is allowed to be what it is, Oscar's performance

To be or not to be was NOT a question, suicide is painless like a matricide & patricide dance.

Evolved from One cell?  Come on man, get real and read some ancient words from the dead

It's a Tibetan book of The Dead for a reason, it's for Tibetans only, they die & the rest don't

Just fade away like the dust in the wind that settles wherever high wind blew it down under

Conclusion whether induced or deduced can be corroborated by lightening and the thunder.

Woke up with wood, distributed the farms with Johnny's apple seeded garden of E in the bay

Torture unwound the spool of invisible thread, causes & effects did not repeat in cosmic ends

I came back home to let you know, you'll find nobody to dream with when you're lost in Space

All alone like an astronaut with a spider, allowed to communicate a nature of being, God's face.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi III-IX-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Watching you watch me watch you, watch me...anyway, jammed this out while watching #SPIDERS & listenin' to @SystemOfADown #Spiders link https://youtu.be/SqZNMvIEHhs?si=7wkTQYbRyjYTDio6 }

f i n i s

w.w.a.r.d.?

#AllGood #NeverEvil #LiveEvilLive & #EclecticTasteMOI #TIMINGisEVERYTHING

BLUES ON THE 7^TH, DIMINISHED MINORS KNOCKIN’ BOOTS

Boots, y'all can do what's never been done, immersion ignorance of Truth, it’s been done

It’s been well said as well, related experiences of the third parties to the rivals of godsons
Born to the old women when they were young and didn’t know anything more than the fun
That you have with the boys when you’re ready to procreate the species’ funk, shot the gun.

I went out on the town because you went camping with your pistol-packin’ amigas, all good
No evil or bad things can happen if you’re aware of bad guys everywhere, nature of the hood
Don’t pine for the innocence of being a baby, havin’ no fear, beware of the holy, the hot dogs
Lookin’ good enough to swallow & metabolize, tonnages of pounds recycled for pond frogs.

Cash money, slappin’ it down, it’s all long gone when you’re in ashes or mummy silkworms
Last call before we return to my carriage for a ride underneath the pale moon, skip the trip
Lips need lockin’ and boots need knockin’ together, heel to toe, cowboy or combat to flip
Over and over again until we conceive the next one to survive us both, we’re God’s Forms.

Drunk on wine from the winner’s cup, the grape flowed freely to me, nobody watched scat
It was all that was left at the end when all of the guests returned to their own homes’ flats
Played the players, won all of the games, I passed Go & never went to gaol or penitentiary
Forgot about peace & love, Mendocino up to Monterey I drove gold miles on the “#1” Way.

Reverie coming as above so it is below the ground of being, all she wrote, him, me, them
Natural beauty is the accidental nature of meiosis and mitosis, clear your throat of phlegm
Wine left over when the grapes get squeezed and the living scat out of every cell in one form
Fabulous walks in the moonlight with my polar opposite, pro & con of a grim reaper storm.

War and Peace just the haggling of the selfish boors inhabiting the hot four cornered rooms
Being strummin’ strings, poundin’ brass and tight skins, blowin’ cool crimson air into Blues
Walks in the moonlight, near the ocean’s beach, money thrilled, your skin & bone looms
Above and below every single thought I have when I’m not runnin’ high with wasted crews.

High rollin’ friends all came up empty in Reno & Vegas, ran away to the Tahoe Lake all clear
Days to slow down, walks around town, saying hello to high strangers I’ll never know to hear
Jokes laughing at me before the punch line is even formed, funny comics of girls & bad boys
Fabulous though, sweet love caused the nature of a beast, girls are key, as is Helen of Troy.

No need for the gods who can’t be seen by the words scratched upon cave walls & tomes
Sun shines in 360 degree emanations, on this side and the other side, even the dark sides
I know and you know what life means when it’s slippin’ away, before it’s too far gone, Lies
Just wanted to admit that I was wrong to tell the Truth, tasted wine from Caesar’s Romes.

Inherited whatever was left in the emptiness of the vacuum, blew the signals’ red lights
Smashed into the stone wall, in between the last breath and the soul rising, I got insights
Thrilled to share this with your innocent consciousness, what are you, seven years old or…
Is this the dream you’ll awaken from on your last gasp of gas? Or is this It, I Am … the Sun.

by
r j j stephan, i

        c.  Mercredi, March VI^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ #TooBusyBeingFabulous in a loop by @GlennFrye #LifeOfTheParty #JokesOnYou on a LOOP on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hsDX5V1Jw-M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

GODS DOWN, GET DOWN WITH IT #BillyJoel #TheLoneRanger #MSG

ARRESTED & CANCELLED ET AL

In the original sinning being’s heart and soul, even God knows who’s responsible or not
Nothing that becomes anything from a Big Bang should fall on the sword, surf the Big Sur
Below the dent in the golden state’s red crust atop of The San Andreas Fault, it ain’t mine
Filling up the tank with the fuel to burn the miles from the rotund rubber spinnin’ so fine.

I’m alert, you’re alert, we’re all alert now and it’s been touch & go in the past, nevermore
Eyes & ears wide open to fetch the intent of a will to power, as above, so below evermore
Ennui caused by the special interest in the creation of Matter from atomic, cosmic soup
As if you could deduce Truth from an uncertainty principle, whatever in a Chicago Loop.

Uptown girls went downtown to shop for stylish clothes, I supported that five will git ya ten
Written words spoken either in silent internal thought or read out loud in a lion’s dream den
Why, how & who has a need to know for fight or flight defense, missile button push Starwar
So, you animate dead matter by eating it & transforming the fecal matter into a raw Power.

How many times will this minute appear on my personal time line, once is the answer, yes
Forest is a word signifying a collection of plants, alive between oceans & deserts, tip a fez
If & only if you’re alive then you’re going to die for certain, macabre but true, it’s thrown up
Look deeply through the eyes to the soul, it’s not there reflecting an image back into warp.

Pawns got the queen in check but the fact is, a stalemate won’t win the match, a kiss will
There is a small window of opportunity to score and if you snooze, y’all will lose it all until
Police and the management of the 24/7/365 coverage of the maladjusted denizens of love
Pretending teenagers grew up into adults who fail to communicate the absurdity all above.

Mothers & fathers usually die before the boys and girls they created to live a few years ago
Idiots are intelligent, stupid people, my parents had none, fortunately others got it all Prego
For my tiny wheelhouse where I run the dozens on the mamas who wear two combat boots
To not be here and now is like it was before my conception in back of a womb, it’s life afoot.

Apelike-classy it is when you have no hair on your body except for head & grundle
Naked without clothes, 2 wishes I’ve wished came true, that was two, got another
Light witches oversee the whole shebang, although nobody knows, the intel is a tool
Discovered undercover, I am in cahoots with powers that be, not you & not me, fool.

Brooms to sweep the dust clear of the entrance & exit, the clarity of the cosign is neon
On and off as the gas within the tube of a written OPEN sign gets hot & cools the boron
Immortal & invincible, that’s what a zero is, before it’s up to minus, ranneth over my cup
Divided and conquered all of the fallen angels, repaired the Evil, turned Live, WORD up.

Here and now, we’re in the diminished sevenths, buried to the Earth’s core, it’s so hot
Crisp results in crumbled ash, unidentified grounded atoms, it’s the crack of a gunshot
Snaps your conscious mind into alertness, ready for the fight or flight, on to a bye & bye
She got caught, I caught the Katy and the rest is history, I slid into home, spikes high fly.

Doubt me because I’m lying to you, telling you the truth about the reason humans exist
Negative and positive as charges can be, electrons & protons splitting up the neutron fist
Hydrogen, one electron, one proton, one neutron & scored an “A” on the semi-final exam
Degree PhD, Master & Baccalaureate duplication of wisdom’s fluke, dead, I am what I am.

Bunk beds graduated on that rear porch with windows too high above ground to jump out
Front and back doors locked up & there is no way to enter or depart, just twist and shout
Devising nonsense to fill the empty space and time with a plethora of synthetic bull scat
Know Truth, know the False, know the Lies, tell everyone what they want to hear, I’m FAT!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, March IVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BillyJoel #HITS LINK @MadisonSquareGarden https://youtu.be/JQlkUXlxTBc?si=Wmulxp-FIOrvUoSi }

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

#CrystalPurplePersuasion #MaybeTonight #MaybeNOT

FELINE FINE KAT SAMANTHA - RIP

SOME HELL YOU’VE FOUND UNDERNEATH THE COVERS

Maximum you’ll receive is whatever you can’t afford, therefore you’ll mind your manners, John Henry

Hammer came down and killed old John Henry, he ran out of the Jack Daniels Black got arrested, I cry
Not only can you fly without wings when you die, you may not remember anything from birth to death
Absolutely a form of reenlisting in the life you get before death, it can’t cancel it, still run out of breath.

Brain fog allows no clarity of the subjects and objects in front of your face, the carnivore & herbivore
Both keep the Life alive in the things made of skin & bones of various colors & 208 bones of a whore
Not my sister or mother, maybe your own, maybe even your ex-wife and girlfriends, I’m in denial too
I see nothing in the good, the bad or the ugly that fixes the stupid in the idiots and morons of Blues.

Ending in the container of bone dust on your grandchild’s fireplace mantel, keepers signify horror
Never shakin’ off the entertainment, we enjoy here and now, a cat’s meow and the growling roar
Of stars being born from gravitational collapses and big bangs which occur in virtual perpetuity
I have a secret, this is a sacrifice to the dead deity who caused the Big Bang, hot fun in this city.

Point of no return at the last step off into the empty space, over the cliff, seconds away from a void
Need and want to know the reason you’ve been alive, why we’re conceived into a ball of confusion
Even our forefathers were conceived without the coupled two being ‘In love’ just ‘in lust’ mortal sin
Allowing logic to guide me down to Big Sur, 2 steps on a trip, a scoot on steel, turnpikes signs of tin.

Reality’s what you can recall of what happened while your senses not only detected it but also fixed it
That’s the key to survival of the most fit, never stop the vigilance and reactive ignition of a retaliation fit
Smooth as the Santana riff around Supernatural and the Shaman, no double reverse of almighty power
Once it’s unable to muster the light out of the darkness, only the chosen ones smoke the holy flower.

Thirteen ghosts left in a house of blues, full moon baby poltergeists, a guffaw for big, bad blue moons
Carol & Mary blowing soap bubbles of thin-membrane out of this world’s platform, dimensional runes
Ready to read the signs of symbolic magic spells, what the Vikings used & I made my own, river stones
Grey & brown of the Autumn months let it all be the way it’s always been, the whole orchestra moans.

I got a line on you and all of the others who cannot agree with my doobie brothers & steely dan’s blue
Hear your heartbeats and soul leaks of worrying about what you cannot shake, that’s the holy shat too
6 strings are attached to my offers to increase our savings & profits by a megabillion yin-yang bass glow
I ain’t playin’ player, Time’s ticking inside this atmosphere, Ends contain a lost consciousness, just blow.

Fool’s paradise is below heaven, Reality & Fantasy merge into perpetual bliss’ quantum astral body
Selfless party of smoke & mirrors, subconscious soul-travel creates the divine super consciousness
Major league players in the Spirit of Love will forget the presence of The Awesome moment in Time
When your self-realization triggered a recollection of why Matter exists in Space, to loan me a Dime.

 
Buckeyes out picked potatoes, scalloped & mashed into Irish underground staples, dirty tubular dank
Moves from somewhere out of this world, not of this Earth, born crippled & infirm, unsweet, fat milk
Severe ennui completes the impossible mission, as if you’ve failed when you’ve succeeded, you stank
So does everybody under one star called sun, mother, father or both that Caused it all, soft black silk.

Faith is believing blindly, whether true or false, Hope is a vacant Will to Power & Charity is love to All
Doing anything to anyone at anytime collects some Karma for your payback soul promise, for Play Ball
If you don’t walk or get a single, double, triple or homer, you’re a loser, the team needs one hero slide
Down from third, cleats flyin’ high into the catcher’s mit, balls in the pocket, hit me in the head, I died.

It’s 2:22 AMPST & why the dream is in the dream I don’t know, it’s not for me to say anyway, I’m dead
Alive and focused on the days & nights, your asleep in bizarro world, welcome home, got to go to bed
Super men and women fly, run, smoke and sleep to locate the Truth, hidden in plain sight, just kidding
Truth doesn’t exist, that’s why it’s difficult to find, it ain’t there, this is an accident, an original Sinning.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 2-26-2024 Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST

{ Killed the WORD- Pulitzer-worthy bard blather compiled listenin’ to  #TheDirtyLowdown by @BozSkaggs link @ https://youtu.be/I-hKBmTAADo?si=vg8RtKCN3nWAq9mz }

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