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HOW DARE YOU, SIR?  REVERSAL OF FORTUNE

This here thing itself is right here in front of you & I, there’s no mistake, you’re dying

Either of aged genome full of evolved DNA or an accidental murder via fear & loathing

You’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, nobody will know you ever graced the planet’s bays

Shores of Monterey or Tripoli, continental drift of the bull’s scat is nobody’s business.

Bugs everywhere slandered & annihilated in due course, it’s an evolution of animation

Moving after the Unmoved Mover originated the cartoon at our disposal, that’s livin’

Zygote to infant-toddler to grown homo sapiens beings gets you ending in immortal sin

Claiming before we’re conceived, we’re guilty for ancestral crimes vs. humanity skin.

It’s dynamite for the function of making a separation between atomic conglomerates

It’s doing the best for the annihilation of the Singularity, just being a tool is our fates

Seriously a function directly under the numerator, the denominator depends on zero

To be or no to be something or nothing, if divided by zero, you know nothing, my hero.

Can forever hold your peace if you don’t agree, if you’ve no counter-argument to con

If you’ve deduced another conclusion, although impossible, you’ve the logical reason

It’s worth disagreeing on the agreement, as long as you owe me no gold or credit debt

Hemorrhaged until vacuumed clear of the liquid iron & true grit, are you ready and set.

Peaceful battles against your friends on a chess board, 32 pieces & 64 squares, I’m a 1

Like the old song by Johnny Rivers, there was a legend of the worn-out mama’s 7th son

Done it all, you know the thing, tried to die with the thing but failed in the end, all alone

Call it spirit or soul-consciousness, mindful of the immortality & holy smoke of bone.

Time and Space on a thin line you know is one, invisible, abstraction of pretension fate

That you & I & everyone else ever to have lived or will have lived by the end of the date

Blind dated is the only way the survival will occur, don’t think about the innocent skins

Maybe any color the sun allowed during the DNA mutations from the original stepsons.

Film and movies can always be rerun if you’ve missed the premiere, on another hand

Stick it straight up your derriere with the impact of a #JackHammer, my new rock band

Son of a #Hammer, cyber investigate myriads of causes & effects, cybercriminal skill

Pray if you’re guilty, beg if you’re not & plead the 5th, awaiting a public defender shill.

Colored deep purple to crimson, ruby red, the blind see nothing the same, all is black

I believe the tide is going out away from the beach, there’s room to lie in the sun’s rays

Kiss this, fight about that, make-up on your face to cover up your scars & open sores

Kill the viral infections, the bacterial infiltration of killers, we are rare, T-bone steaks.

Special creation, spontaneous combustion & evolution of random collisions of atoms

All is one, unseen, invisible from 8 miles high, aliens see nobody, no short people sons

Daughters also, the mothers & sisters of the fathers & brothers, neither survive murder

Stabbed, shot, diseased or healthy old age-termination more or less one hundred, sir.

Body rocked from teenage years to occasionally beyond the octogenarian, y’all will die

No matter whether we like it or not, the Ends after consciousness is blackness on high

Closed eyes before you fall asleep is the thing, death is like that fall to sleep, a put-on

So you believe you can see past the smoke & mirrors? Reality’s God, pray my godson!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, BLOVEMBER XIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while reminiscing with #MyFellowAmericans (1996)  with @Jack_Lemmon & @JamesGarner @ https://youtu.be/eOG4-02ktyg?si=fBszYiMZ_G58vRqi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatIAM Daze Gone Bye Bye #CountMeOutIn #GreenHornetanthem

DON’T BLAME ME, MAN

Strikes and balls are concepts of the pitching count leading to hits, unchecked errors
Hurling knuckleheads to the catcher, nobody knew where it was comin’ in back doors
Hair cut in a hurry left bare skin to contend with the frost & ice of one sun-less night
Punchin’ ourselves in our own faces’ noses, a division of revision, jailhouse cell fight.

Murder she wrote & he performed the operation, accidentally on purpose, now it’s on
One off, I walked, doubled, tripled & homered in the bottom of the ninth, three at bats
All I needed to get the MVP, always the pivotal link in the chain, naturally I gitter done
Wobble around and yank it out of its mooring without notice, dying dead will be fun.

Blind because you have no hindsight or insight, you’re just plain out of sight, a put-on
Inherited from either a random atom or Adam & Eve, you get nowhere on the trail, son
Yet, if you don’t try you’ll always wonder if you were on point or off on a tangent’s lure
Bigger small fish in oceans, rivers, streams, ponds & muddy lagoons, living mud, for sure.

Period piece of coagulation of the sanguine blues, turned red for the retooling womb tomb
Some make it out alive & some go out screaming bloody murder to the reincarnation goons
Keeping track of the miniscule & macroscopic is the job of the expert cyborg CP3O droid fuss
You & I are expendable as we’ve always been to the supernatural creator above & below US.

Kung-Fu on you & yours for the freedom of speech & freedom to possess fire in nuclear arms
Commentary can’t be squelched by the minions nor the overlords of the rules & school marms
Teaching the teaching is not falling for the duplicitous funk in textbooks of Mammon & Bubba
As if they know more than the innocent infant born of love or lust, a pain in the ass of @aIntel.

United states of amnesia is convenient, I remember the jets being mobilized for carpet bombs
Fear and loathing of the tiny #ChickenLittles crying about the sky falling when it’s impossible
What is happening is the Earth will atrophy as an electron around an atom is annihilated by us
Neither of US, nobody alive believes that a chain reaction is Origin of extinction, all a final fuss.

Broken in a zillion pieces, H2O split into Hydrogen & Oxygen gas, keep ‘em separated forever
Pricking us with the points of sharp blades, no escrimaderos follow rules of the mammon fever
Call it pure golden rule, the ten commands, karma retro scat, no pun intended, scum bag hits
No look passes, peaking with the peripheral peaks and all final, winning threes, frozen shitz.

Hell is below the high water, but the water will evaporate into deep space, in New York minutes
Solid theory begins with the premise’s first assumption, the mood is satisfying the empty brutes
Good, bad or indifferent, believing that this Life is not forever is a first step to freeing the mind
But the jerks can’t take over the field of dreams and nightmares morphing into daymare shine.

You will & you will not will things to happen by focusing on the thing and willing it to be or not
There’s a notion to begin and end this life as we know it, it’s beyond war & beyond peace, robot
Pete and repeat armored up their arses, talkin’ packin’ & concealed, no joke, don’t even try it
Corks screw you into oblivion just like the immaculate conception you bargained for, the #Shyt.

Now & then, that’s Life in Time and Space, goes presence in the present, terminate the snitch
Highway robbery by the infamous #StoogeGangsters, they’re strapped Glocks awaitin’ da bros
After the poppin’ ceases & the smoke rises up to gunpowder clouds above & below neutrinos
Disrespect VPOTUS imagery in private, a “day after in Gaza,” it sucks, justice is a ham sandwich.

Briefly recollect your ultimate understanding of reasons why Life exists on Earth, as We know it
Accidental collision of blown stardust from the universal Big Bang before the Singularity screws
Collapsed matter into a Black Hole of annihilation that you saw in an electron telescope’s shyt
Pile of rubble, you live & die by the sword, without a good pie in the sky, out lemon-lime blues.

You have your fear within your conscious mind’s presence, mindful of fear it causes the demise
Of spirit itself, cosmic dust conglomerated into a divine puff of power smoke, Mother Mary eyes
Surprisingly the exact same thing that is caused by the Big Bang is the cause of all our zygotes
From that breach of the epidermal layer, the RNA swirls into the world as we know it, she floats.

Babbling as usual as if it matters that you’ve got an opinion to opine upon, higher improbability
Eating matter that used to be alive, reformed in a unique presentation, hot or cold as apropos
You hear the words but misinterpret the gist of arguments’ deduced conclusions, Truth’s debris
You thought you knew but it was an illusion, nobody knows anything, so knowledge cannot be.

Last snort of oxygen knowing there won’t be another whiff, not even a weak smoke signal sign
If there was ever this right here & that right there, if & only if it’s a close encounter of a 3rd kind
Then it’s one big gig of a bookie to use Bank to parlay the spread, it’s a put on outside & inside
Insidious, yet, arbitrary without an agenda since it’s not Human but better than “All Too Human.’

Swearing at your hogs in the slop until the goats get ready to graze, eating weed roots like Man
Eliminating imaginary divine freedom to move your mind from one flesh box to plywood coffin
You don’t know like I know, Ma gave birth to y’all illegitimate orphans, still-born an idiot at least
Dubious as all get out, confusion to assist your quest for understanding the nature of the beast.

Common RNA seed grown in polluted grounds, government dumps, naturally, poisonous jet fuel
Leaking into the ground water between the center-most core of the stardust clump in hell’s orbit
Bathe, shower & most importantly y’all gone wild with washing the hands & feet that animate It
Everything, the Self & It’s blood, y’all know is more important than RNA poets in Mad magazine.

Am I right or are you wrong for pointing out that contradictions are neither True nor False, yet
They are important, they are impossible just like Hot cannot be Cold, Man cannot be God gold
Do not interrupt the flow of invisible metal in circumnavigation about your empty, bleak head
As the conception deception takes hold, grow, multiply & deteriorate in line of Yin & Yang duet.

I have your monkey on my back again, I am the organ grinder, corner musician labor of charity
Pleasing your ears’ hearing for a bit of your gold you’ve gleaned from blood, sweat & your tears
Complex simplicity of the Dewey Decimal System, measuring your all too human mighty powers
To imprison the evil doers who escape their mothers’ wombs to attempt species’ extinction pity.

Don’t do this or that, readin’ signals comin’ from red, amber & green lights on four corners I see
Of every block, every mouse & man in cartoon-like animation in front of Minds of Time’s galaxy
Here we are now, we the people of united states of amnesia salute the holy killers who eat pigs
Slop them in mud, let them eat scraps of leftover dead meat & vegetation, trucked in their rigs.

Fine lines around the shape of a thing itself, the contour of the form in the mind’s eye, chimera
Dream about the imagery presented into the middle of the cesspool of a fuel dump, love flora
Flowers and their scent that attract the birds and the bees, to swallow the sweet love of the sun
Star shines, the light photosynthesis reaps the swords of the men & women who kill the fun.

Morals and rules to command the beasts who roam the open range, hot mess just setting it up
Concerts from eight to midnight paying off the daily practice of pickin’ & grinnin’ about the stuff
Whatever your people left in your bag of tricks, mocking the good, the bad & especially the ugly
Culture of the anthropomorph is your mama’s hugging arms, feeding your penchant for frenzy.

Pole to pole, circumference around the uncovered rocks and mud, planetary accident of ape sin
Dropped your knees onto the ground, find the dogs are eatin’ the other dogs, spittin’ out bones
All that’s left someday down the road will be the graveyard of where life used to be, a back door
I ain’t havin’ the pain and suffering and worry of the idiots and fools comin’ like a petty whore.

Nothing wrong with a good ol’ whore comin’ out the woodwork when you need one, a put-on
For the minions and their followers, not me, not you, I don’t know who, it’s like a empty John
Where you go number one & number two, with or without a saxophone solo from the cloud 9
Between 8 & 10, where it’s happening with or without the chill pills, pre-hangover raw egg, fine.

Dig, what I mean by what I say, irrelevant though it may be, yelling louder than the mic’d up Sin
Margin between the unknown & what you think you know is negligible, it’s fire on the mountain
Burning the day into the night’s time, showing revolution and orbital integration into the ellipse
But the liquid makes us wobble, always on track to repeat the rock and roll, beats epileptic fits.

Harmony in the bottom of the cinders’ collection of notes from A to G, sharp, flat, I don’t care
All the same to me, in my grave’s freedom, it’s serous to be in the ass’s hole, piece of scat hair
Philosophy of the monks of Zen & the Aristotelian-Platonic ideas post Socratic, I Kant, Van Gogh
Throttle on the handlebar or the floor, just flick the switch in the power box, an imaginary blow.

Played your blind faith until it ran out with you seeing yourself as the problem & solution, I Am
Nothing more than this here or that there, my daddy told me Nothing I’m givin’ to you for free
No finale or encore in the repertoire for the minions and the maroons who can’t hang flim flam
One day you’re here, next day you’re all gone, you know it, I know it, it’s my fault, Ape, Godam!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Ten-19-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ If you’ve read this peace d’resistance then you’ve succeeded at Nothing in general and Nothing in particular, it’s the Form of The Gluons who deal with #Blues in #TuckerTime, @MarshallTucker #Studio317 LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/Zf-Z7FxIQsg }

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

@KidROCK #UpJumpedTheBoogie on FRIDAY THE XIIIIth #ScaredCatsAndDogsOnceBitten #DontEatFelinesFools M.A.S.H. FELIX THE CAT 8THMANDVD.COM

HEDGE DARKER ON THE EDGES, KEEP OUT BEWARE OF DOG 

There is nothing more stupid than hooking your hooks into cyberspace, be a fool

Poor kids & old ladies & old men who make the trip without the LSD or dead pool

Topless dancers in the Northern Tier down to the alligator Everglades, Love’s call

Not my call, yours or anyone’s, it’s all about one invisible God Love, evil is back.

Live spelled backward is the thing itself into the crazy fools up your hind end too

Fishin’ where the sun don’t shine hopin’ your battery fails & melts in infamy’s goo

Being nothing responsible for human behavior, random productive sea scum

Comin’ in two-by-two & sometimes skippin’ a beat doubling back for ad infinitum.

Seriously folks, you flow like the river from the mountains to the valleys of dolls

They’re young and they’re old, but they’re the species only hope to survive holes

In the atmosphere or deep in the ground, holes are deep and bottomless dead air

All in One dollop heap of matter that will burn pure energy to soot sooner or later.

Fisticuffs or wrestling with your & 208 bones keeping you up in nuclear arms

You’ve got the fusion and fission dialed in for the atoms, make them the farms

Of the men and mice evolved out of bacteria and viruses without a first cause

Last effect is supernova of a galaxy, the opposite of the Void collapse of toss.

Guns, roses, footballs, goalie nets, hockey sticks and wang dang doodles’ kids

All playing the games of life and death with the morons and idiots who overbid

For the needs & wants of little squirts & old geezers and departed old, tired lies

Born and raised on the bad side of Chicago, ma & pa didn’t know the bad guys.

Mirky milk from the mothers give the offspring notions & delusions of superiority

When they are mostly inferior examples of the species’ form and substance free

Of the Time and Space which we spend doing this & that before sleeping as dead

Every day, every night, you have no choice, fall asleep, you’ll be dead, in the bed.

It all sucked into the matrix without a lifesaver, nothing else but the shock & awe

On the left from the swords and rounds of fire from the guns, as above, below, so

Pig iron and steel to eliminate the threats coming to absolve you of belongings

Denied by idle threat of pain & suffering, termination, results of honeybee stings.

Hot pan-fried and delectable, the food is prepared as a meal for queens & kings

Everything from monk fruit, vegetables, meat, wine, beer, ale, whiskey sour things

All wasted in antibody and mind, nothing left but to exit the stage to the right end

All is empty and one and the same, in a finished game, final gasp, soul gets bent!

Worms comin’ out of the ground, out of the corpses, off of the fish trouble hooks

I read the words and pages of dead tree’s leaves full of ink spots and squiggles

Gleaned the things that past through and the things that will be coming through

Before I die, find out I’m already gone, it’s a matter of Time in Space, so, #BOO!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday the 13th of September, 2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ crafted while listening to John Cougar #CherryBomb in a loop link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUdbbC3Beo4&list=RD_U1u8-78fRo&index=3 & The Eagles #WastedTime link @ https://youtu.be/rUdbbC3Beo4?si=-Gno2ATcqflVFQPs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FeelinSexualHealin #ExceptPriestsAndNuns #CappedWhileCapsized @kIDrOCK

I AM NO ANGEL nor DEMON, just CAPSIZED ON EARTH

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxCOPYRIGHTED UND CAPSIZEDxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

Whatever you feel inside of your head’s mind may not be reality to all minion-slobs

Think about your future moments after you divulge the Truth in the middle of mad mobs

Be your own conscience, trip along on your suicide mission to live past rigor mortis’ fate

Songs sung but hard of hearing & ultimately deaf & dumb, no idea how to communicate.

Placed dead last in Infinity’s dark place, atomic negation of omnipotence by germ DNA

Now or Never’s the Time in Space, can’t miss the one & only chance to be able to be It

Perfect timing is required 24/7, Earth doesn’t cease to wobble around the ecliptic, growl

As the stomach generates acid to transform matter, you grab the sandwich of high RNA.

Alive moment, dead in an unknown progress of animated development & degeneration

Of all men, all living things, plant and animal, there’s this star dirt to manufacture the sin

Original, mortal and venial violations of commands and theorems of the calculus’ matrix

Deduce, induce, conclude with confidence or a fair deception to trick Mankind’s l’il dicks.

Now then, this is no time to cast aspersions to the appropriate bulls’ eyes, yet we must

Do what needs to be done whether we like it or not, there’s no free will involved in dust

All we are, all we’ve been & all we’ll ever be is what even blind and deaf men can see

Bless the irreverent for the opportunity to double check certainty, we’ll cover the fee.

Just the two of us know the difference between the Truth and the fabrication of reality

Keeping the secret information on file for recollection of your dreams of the nitty gritty

Who & what, why & when are good questions with answers you need to know right now

Without answers you’ve no leverage on bad guys who mean harm to you & y’all gents.

You have crimes & misdemeanors to hide behind as the wayward winds’ blow me down

Beating your con is a matter of time, confidence in the lies as blinded faith is overblown

Cram the data into One hard drive, stuff the mother board with squeaks of men in debt

All gods everywhere in the universe, in every galaxy, every solar system, every planet.

Roll the die, you’re on a cliff and you’re all alone, there’s no help to assist a sorry arse

It doesn’t matter if you beg, borrow or steal everything everywhere on Earth, not a bit

You will die, sooner or later, working hard for a pension or larceny reward in the Penn

Where bad boys & girls go to succeed at absurdity, that God is indeed, all too human.

Equation between known measurements of Time & Space is quadratic or nothing at all

Arithmetic, Algebra, Geometry, Trigonometry & the advanced Calculus let’s the gods fall

Down here to the top of the dirty planet’s rocks that provide a place for cosmic dust rest

Always ready at any moment to either atrophy or gravitationally collapse in on my chest.

Fairness has no reality in the nature of any beast, only the strong not weak will survive

Be a survivor or be annihilated but either way, our lives are transitory, you’ll take a dive

Sprung a diving board high dive, jumping over 20 feet above the surface, down 16 feet

Could this be all there is? No heaven, purgatory or hell, it’s been a ruse of pope sheet.

Many have already come and gone before this day, more will come & go as mortals do

No free will on that account, the hope that your idea of who you are is immortal is true

But a hope isn’t proof of existence, here & now on any planet in any galaxy’s gold dust

Controlling your mind is as easy as starving-feeding your head, it’s a white rabbit fuss.

Black curtains around us all down under or up yonder, laugh or cry matters, gonna die

Y’all don’t like it but you’re lucky you got this 1 chance at the transitory consciousness

Smelling the roses, trippin’ on sunshine, drinkin’ water, eating plants & animals to shyt

No other reason for the recapitulation than I can only win, there’s no loser in my byte.

Angelic arpeggios attracted demonic morons & idiots, ‘I’ survived abortion ladder rungs

They’ve come and gone in a whisk of polluted air, it goes in & out of your silly ass lungs

Where can you prove on paper that you say nothing but the truth? You can’t, it’s all BS

You’re a lame duck and you can pass no law, you’re a dictator, you’re a fool in distress.

Pin cushion to stick points you’ve made into one spongy, ball of super soft sponge stuff

Dreams came true yesterday, it’s how I got here & now today, I’ll be gone in a pot puff

Popping and annihilating every atom from the beginning to the final Singularity of pi

3.14 is a number, so is zero, one & two but the difference is you know is the third eye.

Fathers of the mothers and sisters are totally responsible for the creation of Earth’s ilk

Accidental monkeys now write down the Truth in encyclopedias in the biblioteque milk

Once you know like I know, attempt to share & you’ll be destroyed by an ignorant droid

High life can’t be down above & below what’s far beyond the way out there in The Void.

All good or a little bit evil or much beyond good and evil, in any case, it’s mortality

Fine or not, accidental or planned parenthood, you’re here & you’re gonna die too

High or low, in or out, about or around, hair grows, inherit your DNA, extinct to be

Or not to ever be again, scared reincarnated atom, free ride to the gods’ dam, Boo!

Screaming inside of our skull like a buzzing sound, same frequency all 24/7 daily too

Moody in ultraviolet blue or infrared scarlet, a spectrum display, infinite god in a zoo

Highlight to remind you what you heard, what you have faith in that suspected truth

Secret is out, high is lower than you think, it’ll end in a whisper of an ol’ spooky tooth.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, August XXIInd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this out of the crust of the Earth while jammin’ to @KidRock link @ https://youtu.be/LMKfIXdxh-U?si=s_yGnGzd2ctNkEQD } 
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#KeptItSimpleForStupid #SelfSufficientScatForTheVOID #RollTheGDdice

FIT FOR SURVIVAL, REMEMBERING THE RECOLLECTION

No whining when you have good bread to eat with your vino for suppertime, all ye faithful
Big grandmas & absentee fathers ruling the paper or plastic roosts given to the vengeful
High lights shining above and dimming down under, below the center of the apple’s core
Nobody alive with eyes and ears gets to see or hear the Truth but you can read all about it.

Massive tumors have been found in the Earth’s oceans, mixing cancer with H2O from gods
They left something created out of nothing, let’s be honest, let’s be real here, crypts’ bloods
Nobody ever gets out of this world you see here and now ALIVE, nobody with skin and bones
No dead human with linguistic skills in any tongue of language came back to spill the beans.

There’s one condition that you’ll ever find out the purpose of Life on Earth, you will find it too
Stop the heartbeat for a tick, commitment to stabbing pains in the derriere is tock 23 skidoo
Beware of the dog is what the sign said, big as life right there on the gate of ‘do not enter’ flip
Loud barking scared you from walking up the front steps to the door, loud and clear to skip.

Idiot between the ears above your neck, you do know I’m referring to the one reading it now
Reading it which is this and that encyclopedic of golden books, a compendium of who to blow
Here’s your soul, here’s your body, you’re lucky beyond cosmic origins, a star of Adam’s dent
Nothing more nor less than your parents are responsible for your life choices, you’re innocent.

Of the brains called the place where the minds reside, consider dissecting a cadaver in a lab
As you would expect, just like a worm, a house rat, a gym rat or any other swamp denizen flab
My god, your mom and dad, if you found them alive after being an oblivious toddler, they lied
You remember they promised to love you forever, they never said they’d leave but they died.

Surprise at the mortuary and the nicest people to take your treasure & bury it in gold caskets
Precious charity and the faith that you hoped would carry you to cross to the other side of It
But well, you know, if I told you the Truth, I’d have to terminate your existences of happiness
Totally oblivion is never a welcome contribution to the happiness of 208 bones, yet, I digress.

Nostalgia will be forgotten & will be recollected when your Life flashes before your very eyes
In 182 blinks every single day, you know what I know, since the origin of Time, mankind pies
The Jig is Up, nothing is going on undercover, it’s all above board, only you know like I know
Fun facts are actually just entertainment for those who are aware that Life’s but a wet dream.

Sea of unknown diversity, speaking in Tongues or just loving the tower of Babel, clearly heaven
On Earth, this is how it’s got to be, Catholics, non-Catholics, the Pope, monks & priests of Zen
Quiet is Way, no Way is the Way to go, C.O.W. clips of the week, stipulate extinction, on ‘Man’
As this all turns out above the surface’s ground of being, it’s life or death, in the lioness’ den.

You’ll come around because you’ve got no free choice to break away into all Outerspace deep
Vitamins and minerals will be your full ape shape, bone marrow being the crème of the heap
Of hating love due to bad news from world about love stinking to high heaven, fire up a blunt
Not for a small reason, a big reason is to keep people who hate smoke, far, far away from fun.

Monkeys aping in the trees until the plateaus and plains cleared of the running dozens’ herds
On the porch, on the corner, on the block like Jenny, moves were made on all four corners’ glue
Passing out and passing away were close to the same phrase, word up or word down, it’s woke
Reality claiming fantasy as concrete as your mother and father in the coffin or casket basket.

Cream of the crop, all I have & all I need, what the others in the dust storm crave in perpetuity
End of the edge of town, it turns pitch black, between the city and a country of foolish breeds
Like the DNA of dogs, cats and bipeds who rule the world, everything is going away, as I bleed
A holy hole in my skin, punctured and wounded my system, repaired, scarred for one third eye.

Circle around the squares who allow blather to replace the silent secrets only the gods know
That is assuming this is not just a random collision of rocks with no personality, as a no-show
So, therefore, in the end, finally, hence I roll on a slippery ice cube’s slippery slope, smear pap
But it’s a repetition of the same old story, over again ad infinitum, it’s a gravitational collapse.

Conceive of your conscience without guilt, innocence from the gods to waste in the bad taste
Of evil backward livers of life, consequences of wisdom is knowledge of Truth, in due haste
Nevermore the raven, the crow or bird of paradise setting the entry bar to high to roll the Dice
Paradise invisible to third eyes’ evolution, you are happy, you lose it, I am the trap of all mice.

Blood from the sun, the star too hot to get near less than 90 million miles, give or take it all
Third stone from the sun, the Son of God, it’s obvious that this is a parody of the Eden Fall
From grace, holy obedience to the Law to be ignorant of the trees full of apples and iHearts
Come along applied, anyone invited, especially mean tweeters of @Twitter, bullseyes’ darts.

Now then, I remember you & what’s going on here, never forget about it, we’re flees on walls
Heard everything everybody has ever said, encapsulating it into a finale end, philosophy calls
Stop, halt all judgements, flow like water down a river full of rocks, boulders of Pebble Beach
Onto the seven seas from the apex of the volcanoes’ snow caps, H2O, I am no son of a niche.

Freaking out and assimilating to the petri dish of agar, freedom of choice is nobody’s option
Kinship & friendship be damned, sell your soul since it’s an imaginary tool of clear, thin skin
Hurricanes live here, it’s a panhandle, it’s the last stand at the Alamo of Davy Crockett’s kin
Cousins, brother-sisters from other mothers, Walk, Run, Collide, animate it Jane, Dick’s in.

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r j j stephan, i
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