#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.?

#JockStrapperSupporter #SheezGotBigBawls & #EyeCanFixADrinkOnIce #EyeCanGitYouBuzzed #ThatsTrueLOVE #SteelheadingVIDEO #WhatALady #WhatANight #ArcOfTheCovenant

LOVE WORD UP, GET DOWN-LO WAR

Originally sinned in a garden called Eden with Eve & I take it you know
I’m Stacy’s mom’s husband, I’m Stacy’s dad and we’ll take this real slow
My daughter likes you, she’s on birth control & no doubt told you, hence
You now know a little bit and you can guess the rest, no nonsense tense.

As I move in double speed, I stop in double time and never skip a C-note
If it greases my palm, the deal is sealed, gentleman’s agreement, no vote
Hop along the dotted line with your John Hancock, scribble above & below
Monsters of the Midway and Miners of the Gold bring out the best in flow.

Gone downstream from the hatchery ladder just to get lured by the flies
Biting them, chewing the bait without getting snagged, steelhead’s lies
You and the Kings and Silvers got together after the gutting and BBQ digs
Offered their spirits that now grace your innards a chance to live as a man.

How magnanimous of the eating machine, drunk lush spit for elimination
To be free from being behind bars without a key, locked into submission
Due to the inability to follow ten simple commands of the gods, mortality
Only way to stay alive is to fight for survival, to be fit, to smell and to see.

Aftertaste just as good as the original one, dream in a dream at one
Used to think that the thing itself was something other than what I am
Then I opened the third eye I didn’t know I had, I saw the Truth of stars
Ergo, as I lay dying, I choked the jerk-off, then a guy walked into the bar.

On the tile floor next to the bar-stool, a last gasp went in & out my blood
I recall floating above the bar looking for Jose & Jack, at one for Bay mud
Pricking the soft matter to control the excited atoms, pin cushion’s proof
That the holes I’ve created close with the passage of years, I am the goof.

A hundred years ago just like a hundred years from right here & now, zero
As close as I can get to a word to mean the concept of the Void, God’s hero
Blame all of the inconvenient Truths seen with our own lyin’ eyes, ‘ai’ One
Intelligence as artificial as your mother, she’s two hundred years old, son.

Bridges to pass from mass to mass keeps your feet & horses’ hooves dry
Like your powder that provides persuasion, blue, purple or red rover high
All events pass into historical vortexes nobody can ever retrieve ala dead
Honor, obedience, reverence keeps your survival mode aloft, I am I said.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi April 4th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1755 hours PMPST

{ Scraps of fragments, translated from the English into WORDup by @KORN link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-M7vOnlcLbo while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE CONCERT link @ https://youtu.be/Wu7ygAqF_Mk?si=6S9MGXxKsH9zJh1w }
F I N I S
#FINSUP
W.W.A.R.D.?

#BuiltBigBadAndBeautiful #OneSonOfSixGuns #Kracker #Satch #BucketHead #MikeOldfieldAtTheEnd #Skynyrd #SkinwalkerRanch #MikeOldfield "CRISES"

STROKE BACK FREE STYLE BUTTERFLY
Freedom tomorrow in the End Times, you’re gonna freeze or burn up in cadaver ash
Pertinent to your perfection, seams in your trousers have disappeared into thin air
Nothing to see here, look over there, that’s where it’s all happening, sleight of hands
Causing something to appear as nothing can, hyper-sonic logic of fools in the stands.

Music or playing games are things to watch, like a circus or a screenplay of activity
Movement of causes and effects switching their orientation from hard to soft pity
For the poor and suffering, I am them, pity I can get, God’s cash money nonsense
Traded for the food and supplies to keep the life alive within me & the innocents.

Invoke hot communion with sacred gods who remain invisible, deceased, departed
Alive for a while, dead forever after life, how mean to be the master of the undead
I know, you know, everybody else can’t fathom the nature of the beast’s purpose
Keep nutrition to avoid becoming decrepit, natural as conception’s open, I’ll close.

Into or out of the plethora of ultraviolet and infrared radiation, all from the sunup
Sun down and the fun begins where the place in Space feels like spurs in a stirrup
Dizzy down here in the Hades below the Space between the moon, me & you man
Kidding you not, as my friend used to say when he was actually kidding, I, human.

Singing about the life on Earth, moving about from dawn ‘til dusk, we’ll like it or not
Sometimes with nowhere to go you go anywhere anyway and find trouble in a spot
It’s not anything you want to hear on any day of any week in any year, the bad news
Shocked back to reality when holy dead come to visit in, your kin’s closets of bruise.

Natural forces from gravity to the momentum of the rhythm and rhyme in the Word
Take it or leave it whether you can see the Truth & follow the philosophy of the herd
Monkeys following one another in single file line, waiting on their turn, front & center
Crossed our hearts and rubber coated our souls so we’d last forever but do not enter.

No escape once you’ve committed the jump to fall for eternity without a ‘chute or wing
We’re gone as gone can be on that leap out into infinity, seeing it coming or not, I’ll sing
Feelings caused by emotions or just the pleasure & pain of the nervous systemic crack
On the form and shape of eternal things that populate the Void of a dirty, spinning rock.

Hope you get the holy hell out of the way when it’s goin’ bang-bang or slice, swish-swish
Weapon tools of the trade-off from contract to contract, nobody gets out with a co-pay kiss
Tracks laid, I used ‘em and I own the lines from Chattanooga to Albuquerque via Memphis
Straight up, no business like show business like no business we know, my third & last wish.

 
Fumble the balls and you’ll never win any game, winning means scoring, loved the balls
Scorching or freezing outside or inside, it simply means nothing to the Montezuma halls
Onto Tripoli’s shores where battles were fought & dead heroes are buried on colors of blue
On a safari to surf the high waves down in Malibu & Rincon, come on baby, I’m takin’ you.

Thinking about the inside of the cranium and the outside of the stratosphere, words sing
Creation means nothing to the creator, it’s what appears to be solid, liquid or gas, I ching
All fools believe that they’ll survive their body’s death, wise men drink the spirits on a ball
Now it’s done, you have Ends of the story, track it on-line in a dreamer’s doom, God bawl.

Irritating agitation with the loving spirits, beef eaters, pork & chicken BBQs every hot night
Monday through Sunday the things themselves unwind the tight ship they’ve kept to fight
The Good Fight that some don’t even know as they’re in the middle of, every breath taken
I got the whole treasure underneath me, I’m not as tough as my muscle car, the road’s a sin.

But I’m on it, I like runnin’ to someplace I can’t recall being before, I lose recognition of it all
Drank too much Jack Daniels and Two Fingers Tequilla for the neighborhood, before my fall
From grace and wealth which I had no right to keep for my own, I let it go back to the origin
Nothing you can do, nobody’s problem but my own, I know I’m naked as an original cosign.

Bare knuckles are fine but my dogs, my tarsals need coverage in my town & every old county
Ala Maine to California, Florida to Washington, Hawaii to Alaska, all my all American U.S.A.
Contemplation of the contemporary, the present of the beautiful & the hideous, life tethered
Brothers and sisters of the mothers and fathers, responsible or deadbeat, deeply respected.

Shedded the watered down crocodile tears so fast that the river of cold-blood god dammed
Beavers busy with silt debris to keep the fish from goin’ too far downstream, dead slammed
Height of your skull above the ground when you’re a snake is maybe an inch or two or tree
Solved the equation without the formula, logic and reason freaks me out to the core of me.

At your own risk to your own life and what’s left of it after you’ve succeeded at survivability
Hitting the target’s bull’s eye is as easy as pie when you identify with the center of Reality
Without your identity nothing matters at all, it’s only a matter of Time in Space’s interface
Online or off the cuff of your sleeve, reason and logic to guide your lookout for a fast Race.

Trophy wives and cash-cow husbands to increase the population of idiots and morons at sea
Creeps also slither around in the darkness like snakes, under rocks and in holy burning bush
Mindless a moment after loss of consciousness, drowned underwater, choked in outer space
Atoms disintegrating back into the Void of loose lips that sunk all the battle ships’ ordinance.

Stay sharp minded, don’t forget to never forget about the end of the month’s last food stamps
Feed the children, hunt and fish to kill the living things and burn them hot to eat the stumps
Pots of porridge gone to waste, Jesus and Buddha died and made no bones about it, it’s caput
Playin’ the hits on the American’s bandstand just to meet the Duke, Big John of the block hut.

 
Mink stoles jacked up and wound tight around the bare neck, jaw breaker broke it in two
Two made four then eight ad infinitum from the original sin to the mortals who sing blue
Babies left out in the storm to survive or die trying to gain the upper hand on good & evil
Orphans, only children, siblings, cousins and distant kin, all related to the nasty old devil.

Some weird dynamic between the creator and the failed split-Adam atom, stone junky
Addicted to the air, land & sea, sailor on the bum’s rush sea of destiny, viva ape monkey
Trippin’ in gangs, only solo to go after the last heartbeat & roll of the golden soul at most
Driven to the nines since I was dressed to them anyway, ‘cause potluck’s my holy ghost.

Now then, be that as it may, for land’s sake, there’s a better way to survive the last breath
You’ve got to learn the sacred words that hide the reason for being alive on Earth ‘til death
Human being the operating word before Being, it’s the Way that’s narrow and hidden arses
Bows & arrows, bullets fired from dukes of New York & City of The Angels, beer for horses.

Ad hominem arguments aside, everything that lives is alive for the sake of mankind, God Am
That is all there is, you can’t deny the facts of life, if you only knew what they were, flim flam
Probably the possible but not the impossible, obviously you’re a genius, you gotta know it all
Hot take on frozen tundra, Earth wobbles, spins & revolves around suspicion & we get a pall.

At the mall or just online shopping, either way the trade for labor is necessary to be so happy
It’s the only way to cope with survival when unhappiness is the way for the ones who’ll died
Of boredom or sadness, the only way to weed out the destroyers of walking dead, the flabby
Pumped the refined oil into my engine, my motor’s runnin’ & I’m waitin’ for holiday you lied.

Lost nothing today and I found the small place deep down in your heart where you keep me
Alive nowhere else but right there in the sweet spot of the pocket, nice to hit a home run, me
Found what I never really lost, always with me & with you, nowhere else it could ever, ever be
Years ago and years from now, this will always be right now, today, here I am, You are all I see.

Lovers ain’t goin’ down for the count, it remains under the sea or in the outer spaces by stars
Nothing is everything to everybody but me, for me absolute void is just that, get drunk in bars
Pretend light’s gonna fade away to black, it will, you’ll see, she got hot legs & high-heel boots
Brought a knife to the gunfight & I won the battle, my enemy was me, I’m Force’s deep roots.

Branded with the sign to see who protects the thing you see as skin & chicken bone, daughter
You’re the key to hippity, mother, sister, aunt & descendants of Cain, Abel, Adam in a bar fight
You really understand it all, through all of your gum chewing, jaws won’t ever lock up so tight
Word up between the hiatus of the divine sons and daughters who escaped the fear & horror.

Lies told and believed to be the words of the gods who died before they lived forever, no logic
To be or not to be, tweak the psychological romance when you got to go deep divin’ for a lick
Pinch of salt & a dash of lemon ought to do the trick since it’s just the sleight of hand, that’s it
Just 'fore you know you’re dead, you die, last laugh for a joker, went as wild as Bill’s dick. 

In the middle of the dream you wake up, wipe your eyes & watch hotty girls in miniskirts
Dancin’ the frug and mash potato, the jerk and the boogaloo too, you recall all the shorts
Hot pants and the wife-beater sleeveless T’s made the world go around, need a drink six
Beer for my horses please, I’ll take two shots of Jack & a sarsaparilla chaser just for kicks.

By the time you get to recollect the memories you can’t remember, you’ll be damn decrepit
It ain’t your fault, it’s just the way it has to be, know the Truth way too soon & kill your chit
Yet, you big galoot, just have fun & don’t think about the facts as stipulated, that’s all folks
Best man I am when you didn’t know I’d be, who GAF about what’s all over, we egg yolks!

Came out of Memphis or Nashville, don’t matter if you’re Yankees from Chicago's NYC souls
Taking my belongings I’ve gleaned from coast to coast, workin’ for MCA-RCA, A in the holes
Part or full time just one-third of every day of your life to push a pencil or punch a time clock
Fools & foo fighters know when it’s over, it comes without warning, paid dues, son of a flock!

Be as silent as a simple man who just sets and listens to the back and forth, acting in stealth
I advise you to look in your secret, safe place and discover what’s missing from your health
This here and that there’s just the days going by & forcing doom on your bones & blood flow
Just laugh it off, shrug it off like it’s a portion of a secret love twist from old Mme. Le Beau.

Freaks are developing the knack for collecting cash for pretending to be enlightened above
Below your station in life, that’s all there is above you, idling in neutral you’d get one love
Hurt because the pain registered the location of the injury, disguised stasis as a shock wave
Pens out of ink, pencils’ soft lead broke & paper is water-logged on both sides, see me rave.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, April 2nd, 2024, Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Concocted while jammin’ to #GoodGirlsDont by @TheKnack on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sc4l5EpCMEc?si=QvqdVgD3rtj5lbXC }

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

#SleepWalk #DayDream #MankindEasterEggSavior #BlinderFaithless

 

BLIND FAITH

Xxxxx0xxxxX

Keep it in mind when you’re right on time, Timing is Everything, a god’s commandment
This wavelength and frequency is everything, all there is everywhere atom to atom RNA
Acid reproduction, Allah solar system, appendage of Void's mix nobody sees high or low
Ain’t our fault that we can’t communicate with the glory of dead men smokin’ high Cielo.

Park your carcass where the rest of the film gets filed, chapter 13, substitute preacher
Saying what the meaning of mysteries is, quiet and dead air uplifted onto the stretcher
It’s the download on the downlow that should worry the extinction malfunction l’homme
Affirm that you’re a honky or just a biscuit head, if a shoe fits you’re gonna try to come.

Admit it and just be where you’re supposed to be at the right time & right place in Space
Down-low wavelength seen with naked eyes, overloaded frequency slappin’ the interface
Portions of the whole in fractional factoids of the invisible, soft touches of a scent’s whiff
Saga said it all, the thing itself is all there is, all about IT other than with language is stiff.

One day before our conception in the womb, destiny got soul-planted before they came
Ancestors waving without arms or hands, smiling without faces like At One & The Same
Down under on a continent or at the northernmost pole of resistance to the ecliptic spins
Let me down from the altar’s tabernacle, an emptiness you’ve tried to capture, I’m grins.

Witches and warlocks did what they could to cast the spells of resistance to group food
Downshifted for the scoot ahead of the pack, cannot catch the infinite infrared or eat UV
Monsters on the Midway or just the mongrels near the cookie jar, crumbs, chips all good
Gone far, far away from the core of Earth’s magnetic field, fully voided & All in the mood.

Steppin’ like a #Stepper & I’m in the groove like the last time I was in an hot azure mood
The girls knew that the room was jumpin’ with the rhythm and jive, I can’t eat all the food
Beefs, hotdogs of Holy Cows & hot tamales I located in Chi, dig the lake suburban dead
Mention the fun and very good times at your peril, there’s the bad times to forget, faded.

Immersed inside of the flame of the fire deep as if hot licks could drag me down in debt
Dreamin’ a little dream of you & me is all I ever really wanted before the coitus concept
Now & then, Presence stops you & I in our tracks, like right now, sooner, so son, oh son
Think you live inside of a barrel of dynamite, TNT ready to blow ACDC down a good run.

Fickle & remaining in a pickle for the duration of days & nights featured, I am Super-dry
Five and Dime stores not a place to learn the good and evil of eating a candy Super-fly
The fixation with creating a winning environment for the minions is the whole shebang
Only you know what I know and if you don’t know, you will know, it’s all, I’m just saying.

Tramps and wimps who failed at beginning at rock bottom to rise like cream to the top
Now they cry like the infants out of their mothers’ wombs, returning to the cosmic slop
Amid circumstances beyond any human’s control, here and now you stand up comical
Laughing at what’s peculiar, off-color, idiotic, absurd & of course, normal it is now, pal.

After your death, it’s the same like it’s always going to be, without you, what’s up son?
Chit unknown happens, changes everything, life after avalanche & tidal wave rehearse
Collapse of the System is immanent, rocky bites of the Big Bang remnants blow job on
No animation of things themselves without the Spirit, cartoon cache, Evil is Live reverse.

I can’t see what you mean, you’re in a word flambe like no other, only see in the dark
No stardust blown into my face to obfuscate the collision before my very blind four eyes
Vivid as the obscure bottom of the sea, as above where there’s nowhere left to go park
So below it remains a mirror image, enlightening ignorance to hear the innocent cries.

Fun and punishment of pain merge inside of the coffin and the urn, sometimes anomaly
Lost in the mix of ocean salt and subatomic particle ingestion, Dave Jones’ all soul tally
Dead men remain dead, bones and mind disappear in annihilation of sweet nothing silk
Puddles of east bay mud, blood & undrunk beer from the kegs, sweet & sour pig’s pork.

Party, fiesta to celebrate the end of God’s original sin, full of what ain’t a Hamm’s beer
Every plant and animal seasoned by dead leaves of herbs and spices, that being said
The rest is history, an hysterical account of pretending that you’re immortal when dead
Already gone before the time, to be is not to be the question but the answer, Eat Fear!

Private ears hear the words of the world in stereophonic sound twisted Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum
Hemp got you high, made the rope tie up your reason and rhyme into a soul conundrum
A puzzle to liberate the prisoner of nothing and nobody but your own imagination’s glow
Putting it all on the line, front and back door opened up, Nothing’s inside, now you know.

Pizza in your eye, beer in your ear, silence out your lips, spoke In-sync tongues’ twisters
Boys and girls died after a hundred years of jumpin’ from place to place, oh my sisters
Brothers of meaning no harm, daring to draw the line on keeping alive, body and soul’s
Frosting and whipped cream on top with the cherry & walnuts, it’s all in the holy bowls.

Chalice locked tabernacle of the Holy of Helios completes a Singularity malfunction cry
It’s expanding ‘fore it’s collapsing & then it’s all over, the dream ends, I wake up & sigh
It was always a dream, but amnesia caused the trip to appear forever lost outer Space
Punks at your mercy, fiends unaware of their immanent fate to meet the maker’s Face.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March XXXth MMXXMMIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST