#CUT #TakeTwo #ThatsAWrap #DontAggravateYoMama #HookedOnPhonics #StereoPhonics #RunYoGame #FelixTheCat #FritzTheCat #DroneYoMama #DontDroneMeMankind #Nickelback #Nirvana #Homer

NOW THEN, gtf over it

Blows have been thrown & I parried the final ones before fools’ concocted rules

I kid you not, the weapons are disguised in the knots in the ropes with a noose

Nobody fits yet everyone gets fit, a neck snaps and the rest is History’s to lose

Whether you’ve violated the ethics or morals, it’s all the good & evil of fools.

Coming for your safe houses which are no longer a hide-out for all outlaw misfits

CoVid19 and your genetic DNA merge to malfunction, on the way, extinction chit

Dopamine for all, you get some and all of your people from mainland & sea isles

Before every atom of H2O evaporates, I’ve got something to say about UFO files.

Unidentified is a word used as if SOMEBODY doesn’t want EVERYBODY to know

That the name of the thing itself and the forms it has evolved into are low blows

Into the junk of the amorphous creator of the cosmic briolette POSs in final ends

Mighty mice & extinct forms of evolved dead air & stardirt, wet, funky Depends.

Scatological humor comes and then suddenly, the joke is on you, still it’s all funk

Refused to get efficient & slick as ice, broken down parts fall apart, cannot dunk

No draining threes back of the Three-Line, no short or long jumps or lay-up drills

It is all done gone, there’s no recourse to recoil for holy scat of Hell’s Bell’s shills.

We the people knew when we were zygotes in one dark womb, a holy sanctum

Respect for the blood, sweat & tears both before & after the facts of life’s scrum

In the game or injured on the sideline with body-mind annihilation, insane pain

Utter eclipse of whatever used to be lit, spacemen came back to Earth so insane.

Knowing what you have seen with your trained eyesight, it’s Top-Secret status

Row your boat gently down the stream or barge into the private Kracker dust

Either way at the mouth of the flow, the H2O gas is liquid stardust, shine it on

Spin Earth, stop when I die, carry on with All I’ll Never See Again, RIP My Man.

Fight for rights, live and die with or without them, just chimera fictions, I sigh

Hills and mountains all eight miles higher than sea level, top of the Rocky Fly

On the wall, as above, so below, wings move, legs to rub, bull’s scat to die for

I got everyone using lips on my hindsight, ALL my best friends, RIP TRIP door.

Dream is over, woke, awake, divine & mundane consciousness merge at One

Nothing inside the atoms and nothing outside of the Cosmic Menudo of Fun

Living, eating the living once dead & dying at the end of it all, birth to death

Recollection that you’re asleep in a lucid dream state is forgotten, last breath.

Again, no more than before, It is all of it, sounds of fury signifying dark holes

In the center of the vortex, silence of the center of zero, kills all of the Broze

Inoculated yet there’s The Way you’ll expire, deep-sleep dream, not #Woke

Wake or not, those left behind forget you are rotting in a box, karma broke.

Paid back the infractions’ fines and fees, I am solvent, a dead-even grim reap

Neither good nor evil on my list for the function of happiness & a deep sleep

Dreaming that star-sun shines, grows food ala seeds, plants & animals to feed

No malfunction when death calls, all night & day, doctoral immersion in greed.

Infinite line from point to point, add another for the triangle of gold for squares

Corners cut, created out of nothing but a line from One dot to another, a matrix

Squares, rectangles, pentangles, hexagrams of the Fire & Ice’s leftover big bangs

After you’re dead & gone, soul/spirit is invisible to consciousness, roadkill fangs.

Always hip to be a square but there’s no denial that if you’re not hip, you’re scat

Out of all the men, boys, women & girls, everyone was a baby, skinless yet so fat

Talking LSD acid in an invisible holder, all too human future’s evolved X-code set

Justice is indeed a green ham sandwich, all in fat cows & pigs, tisquet-a-tasquet.

Fear of getting Nothing but dead air when Life is over, that will cause the pain

Unforgiven facts of life, blind faith in Eden’s garden state, this scat’s forever day

All we can do is wake up #Woke, after a deep sleep, let dream fade to dark away

Nevermore to be told in a tale, scratched from memory, our God was insane.

by

r j j  stephan, I  {Ayn!  Is that You?}

c.  Dimanche, 12-15-2024 Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drafted without a little help from my friends while listenin’ to @JoeCocker #GetHighWithALittleHelpFromMyFriends on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eXV4WyQMHFM?si=7eC7jEvr57KVB2ov }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Twelve-Twelve-TwentyFour Anno Domini @111 PMPST @Trump @Musk @Besos @SnoopDog @DonnieYen #Eminum #MarshallMathers #TiscuitATasquette #SheCouldn'tChangeMoi

I KID YOU NOT, SCATOLOGY UFO YOU KNOW

Quotes of your parents you’ve never forgotten & you’re an orphan left off in a dark gangway
High above the stratosphere, we’re up there getting’ higher, drunk on whine in skullduggery
Talk to the hand about the clouds full of hydrogen and oxygen, above and below the ground
Space out and space in every place we’ve been and we’re gonna go until there’s no sound.

Silence and gold only come in clear when there’s only the One leftover from a Bigger Bang
One night stand comes before you know it, ugh, now get out… come back, no Bang-la gong
Streets and throughways near the turnpikes & toll roads, border to border coast to coastal
Kiss the end of the line’s point of no return, you won’t be comin’ back this or any Way at all.

Becoming two when you’re one is impossible, it’s a fool’s errand without any return at all
Fools do it all the time, go on errands that will never prove fruitful in the end at the finale
When silence falls upon the deaf ears, they’ll know that the time has come to rise & fall
Juggernauts and cosmonauts battle with the astronauts for end of the uncivil war in gaol.

Serious as a jungle-rot rash between your legs and stink foot from the jungle tundra tarpit
Feature creatures not scaring the children because they’ve heard it all, they have no fear
Good and Evil, abstraction of the collective, cultural recollection to modify ape behavior
Nowhere in or out of Time can an origin be found, it’s a phantasm-chimera’s secret door.

Whether you know it or not, there’s a condition for you coming to Earth to be alive today
Price to pay that only your soul can equal the value of, it’s a million-dollar trip, eh sensei
Signs of the Times meaning that harbingers give you clues to the victorious, a good ol’ boy
Lead to a climax in the conception, immaculate or dirty, filthy DNA ejaculated into a Void.

Old and in the way, talking and having a dialogue on Talk Radio, soon to slip into darkness
Like it or not, death comes into your life either by way of Others or your own sleeplessness
Yet, the line is drawn, nobody gets out alive & nobody gets in without a solid, personal girl
Always with you, all of us & me include, our fate is sealed in the spinning dirt, gonna hurl.

You’ve got two choices, there is no neutral fool, just the good & evil fools who roll this way
All up in smoke, the garbage truck couldn’t remove Gods from the whole universe, far away
Blown atoms in molecular decay and there will be no more TD’s, Homers or Goals of Hoops
Knowledge of song & dance of G-Scouts who had chocolate-mint cookies, Chitown troops.

Wiser than the most wise fool on a hill without a recollection of your holy mind’s third eye
You will never know the secrets that nobody knows but the aliens born to the outer realm
No descendant of Adam & Eve outside the Earth, a dead cosmonaut-astronaut in the sky
Knowledge of Nothing is our wisdom, you are conceived, deceived and then y’all just die.

Burial Mother Earth dirt, covered satisfaction of million-dollar coffins, swapped a hot ash
Like a first kiss when you swap spit, the saliva of digested dead animals & plants, mashed
First Cause is just the one and only one, original gangster without a gang, Capone/Trump
You’re in, I’m in & we’re all gonna die since we’re all alive for a NYC minute, a Void Dump.

Copy my answers and you’ll flunk, I’m a genius with the directions to the annihilation too
I wouldn’t leave a molecule behind when I atrophy into the grand slam, the Big Bang, Boo
Fear and loathing of this conglomeration of Word will get you all to the End, Singularity sea
Inside outside of Nothing there is Something, know your blind faith well, to be or not to be.

A last blow of smoke out your face, higher than a kite from the brain fog, smiling at danger
Jumping off of a cliff is no problem, forgetting about a gift for your Loves, a Big, bad Banger
Part of the whole is that this here is a dream nobody knows is going on, trip-ship has sunk
Hills to climb, mountains of dope & soap to conquer scatological stink, stank, stunk funk.

Who knows what nobody knows? God knows all about nothing, now hear this alogrhythm
High below the core, insurance covered scam, you pay & your portfolio swaps a spittle SIM
Creative and programmed to fail or succeed, an inside job with a surfer who hung the Ten
Board straight down into the sand of the ocean, a young man and the sea, what are Men?

Dust is the broke down Past of civilized and uncivilized humans & the inhumane animalia
Sex up your husbands and wives for the end of the all too humane story, oh hostile regime
It’s only some people who survive death, you know who they are and you laugh, no guffaw
At the largess of an opine voiced in public squares or in print, privileged as above so below.

Prior to the skulls gave up their ghosts to a pile of disassembled bones in a box, unless ash
The game of life has a priori rules you’ve been enculturated with, become a naked apeman
In the original sin of Adam & Eve, there is an assumption of a master of their own origins
Completely in and out of the electro-mechanical intersection with the soft skull & bones.

It is all that I am, no force like the fame of fools that will become as lame as a holy ghost
Signify as usual when you run the dozens, talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama is like mumblin’ in jello
It’s no scat under the bridge, it’s disintegrated into empty space above & below yourselves
Keep tippin’ back the cans, bottles & jugs, Jack Daniels & other Medicinals on top shelves.

You are not here and now as you’ve been thinking that you were, it ain’t your fault though
Your mama told you nothin’ & absent father had no clue about the End, just ash in a hole
Find out about the Truth while you can, it leads to skepticism about the Pope & POTUS ilk
Present, Past & in a Future mere allusions to the illusion, grandee or petite, just drink milk.

Fill your cup and you’ll find it’s bottomless pit beneath the core of Earth’s planetary orbit
Gravity is the result of the vortex created by the wobbling revolution of hollow Earth S#it
It’s nobody’s fault that this is the way it is, a cosmic cause & effect, beyond Good & Evil
Repeat ad infinitum, no momentum to cease, God’s begone Soul, you die on Calgary hill.

 

 by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, 12-12-2024 A.D.
{ I got time, almost out of breath SOUL link @
https://www.youtube.com/live/gkLezDHUAjQ?si=wGn5WD5a7tRK1GOd }
F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyTwoCents #TooOldLetGo #SoulStripper an @ACDC #YouKnow . . . @JohnWick6VI @KeanuReeves @TomCruise @Eminem #SlimShady @MaryWells @TheTemptations #AintTooProudToBEG

 

Picassoesque Woman, shake yo' android

Exactly why you go to church on Sunday or temple or mosque on the holy, worship swings
Finish lines at the exact latitude & longitude as the recurring Start lines, flyin’ angel wings
Nothing you nor I can do other than keep moving on the Timeline, it’s just a shout away too
High volumes pierce every ear that hears the buzz of constant interference, off the air blue.

 

Synchronicity of your psyche and the revolution of Earth on the ecliptic of grandpa Pete’s Id
Knowledge of the usual effects of specific causes acting in perfect timing as a humane Ego
Distance between things causes the effect of dropping data into a black hole datum COVID
Nineteen, favorite number out of a hundred, I had nineteen friends, I’ll die at a hundred & 19.

 

I know you can’t believe it, it’s not for blind faith, it’s incredible & another Time dimension
Blind faith required for now and then, consciousness of Reality attempts to crush you in sin
Not that you’ve done anything wrong but the blame & guilt is all for you now go get all you can
If you don’t then who will get the good things with ape’s double swords ready for retribution.

 

Think you are where you’re going to be in a hundred, thousand or even one day from now, meh
Meaning that human misbehavior is successfully regulated by ten commands & olden rules
You may be crazy or just a genius pretending to be, to avoid the work-a-day world of earning it
Food for thought, it’s the matriculation of your tuition that allowed Karl Marx to spout off chit.

 

No more nor less of black dogs who’ve come from bitches with no cause, just stray alley cats
New year comes every spin around the sun, sunny days never far from the flyin’ vampire bats
Mary had a little lamb, she needed the cash so she sold the wool & mutton to Jack’s lion den
Where evil spelled backward is live & you can never tell which is which, thrown in a death spin.

 

No regrets, did it all & did it over & over again, not bragging just stating facts of life I never knew
Walking around in Space from place to place whether asleep or wide awake, all Phillip’s screw
Love or not, species began with or without a reason, it’ll dilapidate due to it’s moral imperative
You have one, good, bad or ugly, it is Matter in Forms spending Time in empty Space, it is alive.

 

Without an oven, cake won’t bake, it will rise in the heat of the night & cook at 375 degrees hot
Out the hot oven, slit sideways in two, infused with cherry whipping cream from the smoke pot
Crystal, gold, out Acapulco or Mazatlan into a thin air, floating coast south to north Siberia ice
Celebrate with a salute to the ones who came before us & died before they heard the True lie.

Hollow world inside of this Earth-ball of dirt, I ain’t trippin’ over bottomless pits of John Wick’s
Don’t freeze in ice, don’t burn in flames of fire, just live let live, don’t kill & eat living, BBQ meat
As if that stops your loop of death & destruction, banquets of dead steaks & chick drumsticks
Any humans that are dumber than a rock, please survive & reproduce your own kind, Big Feet.

Breast fed no more, after a first bite, that was the end, pain & suffering began the gentle scree
Milk came from the goats’ teats, the cows’ utters, some white, some brown chocolate, creamy
From Philadelphia or Sonoma, cheese & wine flow is all that’s really important, you all on duty
Maybe so, maybe not, bottom line, you’ll throw a toast, salute to my grand dads who begot me.

Before you go & check out for the duration of the Time & Space you’ve gleaned, now hear this
Guides of the orphans are the same categorical imperatives of the good, the bad & too pizazzed
Harmony in treble & bass synchronicity, it’s lyrics of the wind and metal to beats of dead skin
Here and then you’re gone, me too, everybody from Adam to the last man, Molochian fission.

Do you comprehend the nature of the Truth? I didn’t assume so, you’re as idiotic as a moron
To be or not to be was never any question worth the final answer, you are food for the big sons
Y’all eat your Adams every eve, you’ll become catatonic with the food of preconceived notions
Give me a few moments to download the uplink to the final induction, I am what, original sins?

Down to brass tacks that Sister Gertrude gave to Sister Ann to beat up the monsignor silkworm
Heard your voice in empty rooms without an audience hearing The Truth, living gods are dead
This is the absolute Truth, babies grow into the language of sheep, lookin’ down, never ahead
Wearing the red, the black and blue, to change water into a wedding wine, to keep a soul firm.

Bodies will live and die; souls are invisible and pretend to fly without the skull and bone dust
I gave you & everybody else a hall pass to move freely about the empty, trip-waxed, hall fuss
First Cause of the One point One formula is both Unknown & Omnipotent, dark above & below
Fill holes, all seven voids you’ve counted, in and out the body politic, cashing in on the DOW.

Blink & it’s all gone, go see for yourself, nothing left, no God, God’s angels or your own mama
Certainly, it’s Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, success is immanent as we come out papa
Bibles go unread by fakers from Genesis to Revelation, it’s old & new testaments of stray cats
Shining blacklights’ into lightweight jokes without punch lines, fastball-screwball fungo bats.

God, living evil angelic group, invisible and without responsibility for humanity, all too human
I’m playing cards in a game of 52 in the deck, no jokers, four aces & runs of hearts & diamonds
Faceless hearts, spades & clubs for the diamonds we hold so very dear, I’m runnin’ Trump tight
Every trick you lead, losers to my hand of power, my love of pardons, god forgive Man’s bite.

Fools in paradise, blinded by clear light shining on the Truth for the blind to see, punt the ball
Let the defense kick the offense back into their end zone, stay asleep, keep it up my dreamers
TNT more or less gives no chance for review, obliteration is a necessary condition for a kill fall
Globetrotting down under the artwork of Deals, millionaire descendants evolved slave-masters.

Hippies without hips, lost what they won & got the record for being the biggest loser since One
All in a single thing rolled in a spherical object, downhill skis will poke through your young gun
Faster than a 32 feet per second drop, it’s a struggle without intent, gravitation, collapse of dirt
Patchouli oil & leather filling dive bar’s scents, sleepy intercourse up your caboose’s miniskirt.

 

Paid all poor people for just being born by mortal sins, it’s welfare for the extinction of species
Nevermore like a crow or a raven, calling your mama from the barb-wired fence, I love @See’s
Chocolate, caramels, nuts, fruits and vegetables for teachers and students who fly, just to die
Last man, last woman never aborted by the enlightened, single homo sapiens, this is God’s lie.

 

Y’all will live after you die, that’s a lie, impossible to exist as smoke & mirrors of a Word salad
When you gasp one more time, that’s all you get, friend & foe, relatives or distant enemies, bad
Completely forgot the unforgotten, unfortunate for my other-worldly take on a whole shebang
Last huff of breath, gasp at what you see, holy nothing at all, it is done, it’s All out the ol’ Wang.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Freezember 5^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Blasted out the Void while jammin’ to #TwilightZone from the CD @ThePhilosophersStone  @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/pWDs_OP1-JE?si=Qnt8s2HN23s8o24v }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EnterGreenDragon #FyteByteLite #WheresMyHoneyComb #InThMeadow @VanMorrisson #UpTheRiver #WhenYouWereYoung  #YMCAdespicable #Meh

#TRUMPED #ClutchYourPearls @JohnWickChapter5 @KeanuReeves

Rock, paper, scissors, win kin

There is only one way you can get down a One-Way street safely, one direction for atoms
In peacetime or in battles of war for the Gold in one form or another, traders of the bums
Slaves used to fetch and corral the things themselves in banks and rivers of rockin’ flow
Played and beat the songs until the people paid them to stop, applause to end the glow.

Before you conceived yourself, you were nowhere in sight, now you’re here to get begone
No reason for this or that, forget the whole story leftover by the scratches on the cave wall
Angry with you for havin’ a party when everybody else suffers from the ignorant & decrepit
Fun and work when you’re wide awake, dreamin’ in somnambulistic ecstasy, a SOB’s son.

Came outta nowhere, momentary lapse of reason with a plan, no known finale, gods’ cough
Picked out of the minions vying for the attention of the ones who wanna tear icons apart too
Fixed the causes that have the fixed effects, there’s no surprises without the First Cause, so
It’s either in all of us or none of us, lucky to have been torn apart by the rhythm and beat off.

Can’t even put my finger on your form, your shape, your spirit, the flesh and bone you occupy
To be or not to be only two options for you & for me, the dead don’t care, preconceived either
We do, all of us who us Love and Hate to roll our vehicles back and forth, out Hell’s kitchen
To the bottom of the sea off of the Baja peninsula up to Alaska’s Bering Sea, it’s Adam’s sin.

This is what he begot us descendants, what a guy, great-great grandpa delivered 24-hour blues
From Joe to Zach and in reverse to Eve’s Adam, disobeyed rule of law with unpaid union dues
Now square and even Steven, a moment to feel the flow of the sounds, beat & tweak on amps
Full of beats that crack into yo’ bones, broken no more even if you’re deaf, dumb, ol’ gramps.

Shift gears from fifteenth down to second, around horseshoe bend back to the straightaway
What I’ve got isn’t normal, an anomaly in my pocket, deep above my right hole in the segway
Needs and wants to feel like they’ll last forever but they’ll be dead and gone soon enough, son
Ain’t my intent to spoil your hot licks but if it does, they weren’t as hot as you, it is all done.

Songs silence in the night, unheard of in the daylight yet still, deep in the DNA’s display wigs
Long or short-haired males and females, XX’s & XY’s appearing to not know they’re the ones
All left-over evolutionary remnants of 1 original Thing Itself, what came before the Big Bang
A priori until the a posteriori reveals the beautiful, grotesque and divine Void, so Stones sang.

Luck of the draw is all you’ll ever get, it’s all there is, intent-power if you’re a magician-man
Full of the ways to force things to occur without them appearing conscious of the shift of sand
Underneath their feet, their boots, their sandals, it’s all about the dream & waking up so soon
Watch todays turn to nights, sleep, wake-up over and over again until you can’t bear any fan.

Of the gods, of the women and men, we ride up high just like the stars headed to infinite shat
On being in a proverbial in-crowd means nothing the day you die; they leave you with a byte
Been there where you’re at in the pee, King as you get checkmated by the queen & her knight
Full of the scat you’ve consumed, it’s your free choice to transform matter into Earth’s scat.

Bring you’re A-game to the show, you’ve got to perform as if it’s your last, ready for the finale
Hairless, dancing bears entertaining the pronouns until they co-expire in the tornado or gale
Pretend you’re deaf and dumb, listen to no wisdom or knowledge from an ancestral command
Break it on down now, what I mean for the unfamiliar is, Truth is Nothing’s buried in sand.

Dusted north to south of the morons and idiots who populated 7 continents east to the west
How many times will you wake up & then go to sleep without pajamas or a night cap express
Chins up & your hands down, walk, crawl and then you completely desist livers of the hearts
Miraculous searching for love in all the wrong places, I’m here, now and then, smell pharts.

All senses downloaded into the vacuum, into the Void where Nothing exists, subatomic ilk
Pair of nuts you’ve got just because you think you’re so pretty, man you’re ½ a mama woman
You knew you forgot, you’re afraid to say you’re ½ the other gender, Truth you POS druids
Without mama’s iron womb, you’re caput, an effulgent flow of Koo-ado drinks of goatmilk.

Alpha males shifting gears, downshifting the pregnancy into under-overdrive, extinction vibe
We came for no reason, we’ll leave for no reason, angels & devils a phantasm of spooks’ jive
Giga bitten on the jugular veins in our thin-skin neck bones, all except one in a hotrod car
Think therefore you are, think you are, you think you are, everybody thinks you are, you are.

Fronted the frontman, took the lead vocals away to the stadium’s echo, absorbed C on drums
Brought the First Cause to Earth again, in the middle of the Winter season, when God’s born
Middle of winter solstice, it’s a wonderful life because we’re alive, alternative is a blown horn
A thin line drawn, a point to point for a line, two lines make angles, three lines triangle bums.

4th dimensional nothing about us all, under duress , we’re 32 chromosome replicas of the fuss
Sorry to say you’re either a mutant or child of 1 Universal Intelligence of one unmoved mover
Flip your coins, it’s only heads or tails that are possible, 50/50 probability of being the 1 lover
A time will tell, duration of the spin, Earth wobbles the sea in infinite millennia of cosmic dust.

Complete, utter satisfaction every day that ends with a peaceful sleep in a warm bed with love
She or he that’s always there by your side, one side or another, once woke, an awakened dove
By the way, by our side, every one of them infinite strokes of imaginary erasures of the Matrix
Justice is a ham sandwich, professors of philosophy swore & laughed, a Platonic deep fade fix.

A sledgehammer time every day in a land of free slavery beholding gold calf excrement sects
Worship your fear of death with prayers for forgiveness for being born to Woman-Man of sex
Orgasmic looks and feelings come and go, fade into the Void after Last Rights are done said
Monkey faces, what the whole shebang allows to be, temporary spin of old news before bed.

Here and now, watch perfection delete the defective contribution of trash and sewage rats
Higher or lower than your mothers got during insemination, all love above and below the fats
Here or there, every single thing gets annihilated and there’s no exception to gold, dirty water
Demented infants with no chance to become flawless in ethics’ morals, an ugly, good batter.

Heroic heroines’ uncommon valor and self-sacrifice they show in this holy hole Void of a soul
I fill your sphere of empty ions until you lose all of the holy Singularity in a closed mind, a fool
Bullies come to me to learn how to STFU & get with the in-crowd, they’ll lead to extinction sin
Species gone, all gone, no recollection of the history, matter never mattered, God was all In!

 by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 12-ONE-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Fixed this word-salad while jammin’ to #Satch @Joe_Satriani LIVE #MadeOfTears @ https://youtu.be/M4lsB-B1O7U?si=J7sj32KTmB7SBF4Q }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.? 

#SoulStripper @ACDC & #SonnyPower (my pop in cielo) @JossStone in concerto #Parliament #ChocolateCity #DiversityEquityInclusion #DEI is #DOA #RunDMC #ItsTRICKYstarlight #GoNowhereAlltimeAllstars #SonnyAndCher

COLD HANDS, DADDIO & THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE-DRONE

Common yet unusual as the distance between new years and old centuries in a deep sleep

Recommended to stay woke as long as you can ‘cause once your condition is to be a creep

That code Red is the last code you’ll get as the SOS that it’s an emergency for skin & bones

Mortal mankind ain’t a divine creator of this system or star constellation of fireball drones.

Short bets or long shots for the odds to get beat, in a fluke of the probability that you’ll win

So much to lose when you’ve got everything, nothing left once your last gasp pulls the wind

In and out of your face’s nose & mouth, it keeps that thing itself clickin’ on cylinders I spare

My back covered and I’ve got yours too whether you see me near you or not, I will be there.

Symmetrical Attraction to the misalignment of the trajectory and missed the bull’s eye dot

Far, far away from the ground’s gold in the dirt, where pretty and painted XX’s run the XY’s

Yeah you all know what I mean except for the nuns and priests who cut off their psyche tips

The Way that the species mixed variation to survive as the most fit to avoid extinction’s lips.

Looking back now that it’s all said and done, no headaches, no heartaches, sick until death

Example of problems that need solutions are everywhere, look for trouble, gasp bad breath

I am never out of line, I own every line, single file or mob style, granny & minnie skirts I covet

Legs, ankles & toes to the tips of styled hair styled over 7 holes, ears, eyes, nose & mouth.

Created by the invisible, alien-like ghosts-gods’ blind faith in what all dying elders swallow

Hook, line and sinker, the fishermen caught the days catch and it’s time to scream out blow

About the conditions of life while you & I are wide awake trying to have a good time, bull’s it

No work, all play made Jack & Jill get a break goin’ up the hill to fetch a pail of H2O on a bit.

Blood stays inside your heart to feed your soul until it stagnates with Time & empty Space

Vinegar and brown paper on your head before you go to bed is what Jack & Jill breakin’ face

Call it a crown, your skull busted and lets your brain fluid drain, it was in it to win it, it’s gone

All of it, every sound in every room at every time you wake up in bed or a sleepin’ bag, son!

Luck has nothing to do with the karma you owe, it’s all about the scat you did, now you owe

Death is no escape for your debt to the culture, the society, the ladies and infectious germs

What you see is what you get, fictional accounts of seeing and believing surreal reality here

Now is the time, nobody has forever to make any difference at all in cosmic soup, dead hair.

Zygote to rigor mortis just the routine for the things that live, atomic nuclei live in blue skies

As above and so it is below, everything in every single case is what it is & that’s all the flies

Out of holy eggs they lay, spontaneous maggots’ little trip to see what’s always been for me

Trippin’ on highway of One, coastal feel of a bridge gone too far, this ain’t no shoppin’ spree.

It’s the Karma wreckin’ yard for the souls that couldn’t remain angels without wings, it’s fly

So, we’ll drink the wine, we’ll smoke the leaf and look around to see nobody but me & a CIA

Spy vs. Spy left over everybody else got gone, like it’s always been, all in & on their own way

Enemies turn into friends & vice versa, depending on how your money’s spent, smoke high.

Dark everywhere 90 million miles away the other way around the cosmic slop, just go fish

It’s a game of getting’ lucky finding the way in the darkness where miscreants roam in ash

This leftover of a Big Bang or an Original Sin of creating & blaming programmed DNA soon

For doing the do, walkin’ and runnin’ up and down ghetto roads to rewards and a final ruin.

Paradise on a trouble hook, snagging you, me & the weed of the sea makin’ slime backflow

Asexual reproduction & spontaneous combustion came just before the Eve of Adam, yo bro

Believe your blind faith slant on the reason you’re here & now, same fate, we’re all gonna go

Outlaws & in-laws all showed for the feast, each brought an addition to poison family, so?

There is no God, don’t trust me, look everywhere, all around, inside & outside, it’s bonkers

Illusion helps assuage the fear of death you see picking your friends, enemies & strangers

To be the one who comes up with the things to do all day, playing in the sand at the beach

Just lying around soothing the mind of fear and loathing, seething from scat out of reach.

Briefly there’s nothing just a priori of the thing itself, man and woman know, blind faithful

Coming into the stage of making love is complicated but in a nutshell, an evolutionary fool

Earth wobbles, spins, revolves all about the system of One, holy star 93 million miles afar

Far from audio visual dumps of duped popes, POTUSES, paupers all One, jack chit in a jar.

Cold outside, was no older than your last look at me, your eyes were grey like blue-silver

Seeing all you’ve seen, it’s incredible that you’re not crying all the time, I know it’s insider

Can’t walk around good & drunk, crying like a baby 24/7 just because you ain’t got prayers

For innocents & all jacked-up guilty, nothing helps, won’t stop ‘til a bitter End, crosshairs.

Here’s the way to the place where you get something to say about everything, go to school

Learn it all from music to philosophy, mathematics and physics, you’ll love all of the gruel

Eat heartily and you’ll see the results by the time you arrange for your corpse’s disposition

Every single time we enter the bones, the spirit can’t remain in accidental DNA mortal sin.

Oneness distracting the humans from doing something, making something before The End

Bitter or sweet Nothings come & tumble into the sea, Davey Jones warned us, do not send

Keep it in mind, keep it to yourself, San Franciso to Maple Shade, it all could be worse too

Timeline here and now to there and then via wherever the ball bounces, daymare, I’m blue.

Barflies have seen and actually originated the bar fights where many men received stitches

Thank Jack Daniels and Bud Weiser for their input, glass bottles break easy on the bitches

Finding what we all lost when our parents disciplined us from our ego’s intended homerun

Time and Space to return the favor of a reversal of fortunes, give & take or it’s gone for fun.

Pawns check the kings and queens because they can, given their gangland styles of killing

In California or Kiev, days & nights do what they do ad infinitum, stay stupid, all birds sing

Survival of the most fit to see through the cruelty of foul winters & summers, coast to coast

Dream clouds disguise fake facts of life, you’re here, now & gone in a NY minute, then toast.

Salute to Annandale and San Ysidro because they’re there but where, nobody knows at all

Coming here in the darkness, blinded by the bright Hollywood & Broadway lights, I freefall

On the other hand, it could be worse than it is, you could be sick and tired, ill or even dead

As the birds and bees have reiterated in front of your very eyes, nothing lasts forever, Fred!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, BLOVEMBER XXIII^rd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

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