Truth Say Not One Word #OnenessIsThrillingClimaxToEarthLIFE #CATS here before the cavemen!

ROW C.I.A. BOATS, T.N.T. PAGERS & SCAT-SHIPS

Filling station where you charge your batteries under the bridge of highs & lows

Money ain’t in the bank yet, gotta wait for the transfer of funds via my eyebrows

Rope in Texas hangin’ nooses from high trees at high noon & then whiskey shots

Time for us to settle down the kids, they’re full of energy from eating with no rest.

Don’t need the stationary place for my bones unless it’s safe to close my eyes

You never know when the bastards come stalkin’ to stab you or slice you up too

Maybe use you for the stew they make for the minions who dance around the park

Around the bonfire so hot and bright, you forget about the evil lurking in the dark.

Brought the impossible argument to it’s final conclusion, no coming right back

Letters all you’ll ever get for years and you never right back, a game I ain’t playin’

Shelter in the storm, I found my own lean-to and it’s better than being behind home

Alley dark below this Earth, lasts longer being nothing but empty Void, God’s a bum.

Taught me how to sound like everybody else who understands getting beyond all of it

As if you could have the entire time, years since the infraction of the Dogecoin chit fit

Ethereum is personal, unconscious & reactive as all other cause & effect that happens

The difference between the two is that The Truth kills The Lie, look out below, God sins.

There’s no need to spar about who is right or wrong, humanity figured out light’s speed

Following your mother into the black hole where she went down that divine rabbit hole

Where the spasms roll through the nervous system, causing the inebriation of the fool

Ready to expire the bones, it’s temporary extinction for the soul’s inner spiritual tool.

Superman & wonder woman mated to create a Dyson Sphere, Nothing like a Tabby star

Power up your energy output on each star in the Milky Way, terraform the world’s K-car

I found the middle of the Dyson Sphere, we travel like the Jetsons with super sprockets

Manipulating the very fabric of the matter & shapes of things all in temporary subsets.

Physics and astronomical reality aside, asleep in a dream now and then, happy too

Unhappiness achievement independent of the Class 3 forces, pure energy = voodoo

The cyborg revolution is accelerating upto light speed, no need to burp heaven scents

It’s comin’ chief, like it or not, you’ve got no choice, taught by native master sergeants.

Come see and you’ll invent the rest that’s missing from the present, the past recalled

If history of you yourself is all you can recall, well that’s enough to fight ‘til a bitter end

Keep mindful, a motto, Survival of Fittest, #Woke read incursive writing, enclave’s Void

Dark inside but fire enlightens the unknown, sheds light on fake facts of life destroyed.

You got your head on a swivel, command & control of ancient civilization, a Future too

Prick your head up out of the sand, your feet & everyone else’s hooves are deep in mud

Nobody’s legs can animate all things, the forms of animated Earth mud, it’s a live crew

Ghosts in the machines, call them your relatives & friends & strangers in the wild blue.

Yonder you’ll be & in retrospect you’ll never recall with brain & mind embedded in DNA

Deep and dark Outerspace, far away from our starlight Sun, the father of straight & gay

Extinction is the effect of failure to propagate the DNA matter between sex and candy

For what it’s worth, last blink, you’re blind, no gasp of breath, BAM, Nothing, y’all Free.

No judgement day, promised land or hell fire, The Way to control the herd’s shepherds

Ten commands, theorems & corollaries to guide & control the Way, virus of free birds

Nested higher than kites can fly, when the wind dies, the flight reduces the big smoke

Your mama knows she is the blame, now you know, it is all about, “Your Mama, man!”

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, 9-19-MMXXIV Anno Domini @911 AMPST

{ Crafted while listenin’ to @PitBull, @TraceAdkins  & @LukeBryan #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=evjfo3g8A3iq_QRX }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

C.I.A.  72 VIRGINS TOO SOON?

LYING LIARS AIN'T LYIN' BLOKE SO WOKE, NEED A WILDASS TOKE

NOTHING BUT EARTH & MOON IN A VOID OF BLACK A(D)TOMS

On the nature of being between rocks & hard places, mantra gin & whiskey
Dialogue and holy commands of the commanders followed a “T” grey beauty
Truth about lies & rampant fabrication of lying liars who grace our Earth
Place in Outerspace with junk & #StarWars in defense of offense, Afterbirth.

We’re inside the Marxist placenta, it’s eating itself in a word misspelled by a bloke
Spelling bumblebee and the other words used by darling loves who remain Woke
Hard liquor you see ahead in a glass, a neat one of Jack, in charge of minions
Knowing nothing, believing in blind faith’s indoctrination of first-last strike sins.

Who said what about how & why you know when one is being offered ends’ gold
Full throttle to keep Time in a bottle so it doesn’t get poured out & drunk to get old
Hey man, it ain’t my idea, this is the way it is and the way it’s gotta be original OG
Got with it in a groove, followed the force of centrifugalism into spin of neon skin.

Black & white just like the old TV’s used to be, there was no color in cathode gas
It has the WORD that got made flesh in the radio & TV waves paid back, jackass
Gods above & below Earth’s moon, they’re all AWOL & come back to witness
Revolution between powers that be and the ones that want to be, Wannabees.

Contents are unknown but the fixings of conglomerat can't be underestimated
Fix has been in for centuries, millennia it’s one & the same thing now, God & Ted
Billing you & me for the payments to red devils & horned gods of a Viking queen
Peaks of the mountains got chopped off by a UFO’s needing gold backs uptown.

Nowhere a Milky Way, far, far away from anywhere, UFO clouds, bring it to me
Pricking up ears in a holy sepulcher, just to raise the dead ad infinitum, dreamy
Phoenician & the rockin’ relatives of the original G’s, Adam, Eve, Cain & Abel
Willing to let it all go if you pay me a ransom, billion bucks in a gold, cash bell.

Perks of rock candy jelly in bean form, rocking holy smoke’s routine, put-on folks
Like it or not & only if you DON’T, all matter of telling the truth, the ol’ okie doke
Pumped up air into the jump shots, miracle is that you still breathe gas up to it
Instant peasants required to aid kings’ chores queens want done, bunch-o-chit.

Complete asinine punks and their progeny’s parents which is selfie's final exam
Running a chit show of this planet’s civilization until a bitter end, a put-on scam
Cringe-worthy to examine under a microscope to avoid the Eve of Extinction
Old men & young men, mothers, sisters, wives & friends, are mortals’ sin-skin.

No free will or choice, good, bad or ugly, it just is what it is, substantial Zero
As above  so it & is exactly the same below, ala core to stratospheric blow
Brimming from the top of a scalding, hot café con leche, T-cell damned, hotrod
Eight by Six, 30 days in the hole or when it’s fiesta time, that’s a recall to God.

Misanthropification of mercy in holy gravity, below & above grounded, red dirt
In a flow around & over the rocks because I can do that, Dusty, total cock Block
Schism cracked glass in the canopy, free for all animation straight to the top’s tip
Hair shaved, grown underground & clipped over & over ad infinitum, time to RIP

Hot takes from trouble hooks & lures that the river flowed by a carbon hot rod
Tush I looked below & above for no reason other than to generate a people god
Men, women, gods & illusions of extinction for air & ground, orbit's chaos key
Nothing lasts forever, be Nothing forever, hillariously yours I am #DictatorFree.

.by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Septembre XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini # 1111 AMPST
{ Crafted out the Void while jammin’ @PITBULL concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9H8tZ3vKM8U }

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

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You Got Fifteen Minutes Left . . . What Do YOU do? Git Git #FactChecker

Never forget about it

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IS YOU IN OR IS YOU OUT?

You know where to go and you know you'll never forget the day on nine one one, you watched

Hijacked plane on @FOX & @CNN showing me what I didn't know, I thought this meant W A R

I even went so far as to call up the Air Force recruiter to see if they needed me to back up TED

I was way too old, some were way to young to recall, some not even born to Mankind's horror.

Murky water used to be liquid helium, an accident from liquid hydrogen, a few electrons off it

Yet it's always better than nothing, it could be worse, you might not have ever been born, git git

You were, you exist at the mercy of Mother Earth, nothing personal, just a fact of life, Nothing

Zero, zippity zilch, nada & for certain, Absolute Emptiness, the hole in the circle with no bling.

Height of the sky is lower than the arpeggios comin' out of my horns & struttin' twelve strings

It's complicated beyond logic, it's above metalogic and crypto metaphysics, it's a put-on things

Albeit like my father Albert, his father & grandfather before them all, it's all done by the dorks

It's that thing itself that precedes the essence, the form of cellular adhesion to gluons & quarks.

You wouldn't let your daughter, sister or mother crawl in bed with a snake, you'd skin it clean

Of course, it'd be too late unless you sucked the poison out of the puncture wound's scheme

To animate your heart and soul with the nasty & obtuse for the world to consume like a bean

Refried or uncooked, it's the source of the living forms that turn up to the sun, as a plant's kin.

Turned you loose, you found out you had no tether in the first place, it was all in your mind

Cooked up, mixed up and consumed before the poison was recognized for that thing itself

Hated the loving disease that consumes healthy cells one by one until the end of your time

Hot fun in the city, hangin' loose in the country, drinkin' & smokin' the Earth charm, Fine!

You never heard this coming, your secret service was asleep & on permanent vacation, son

9 1 1 cry about it, remember it, never forget about it, never skip the annual terror that spun

One morning it began, Gulf War from deep in Hades, we got the bin Laden monkey chump

Vaporized the ghost of the spiderman in the cave, Ala, gods & the divine sparks ate him up.

Barrels of laughs with the full Tupperware bowls, throwing them like flying saucers on air

Turned into a Frisbee and got my mind off of throwin’ down yoyos and tops to spin there

Out here and deeper than brave men fear to go, there's the thing itself, all I am is what it is

Ignorant wisdom on the wane in the wake's coffin, I'll be surfin' hangin' ten, I'm bodacious.

Harder day's night than i remember from recent memories, stayed wide awake, no sleep

Performing the acts of kindness for the ones who could care less if your mind is too deep

Cannot believe or conceive a thing but the factoid on a message in a bottle or a tea cup

Bumphuq ain't in Egypt but if it was, we in that the desert where the bums phuq it all up.

Be prepared, cub scouts webelos taught me, boy scouts just tenderfoot, bear cub, lion cub

Jellybeans and peanut butter cups for everyone, you need handouts, this is the only rub

You have to pay by going to work at the club, the house of blues places where bands rock

Minimum wage & bonus if you Bounce (on call at the venue, if needed) 1000 buck mock.

Gods will to power is much more than you think, human extinction is close to nothing at all

It’s the ends of the being that created it all in the first place, before when it was a silent dot

Exploded to get right here & right now in your face, on the gridirons, the courts & diamonds

Every day, you play & some day once your finished with the games, it’s curtains my sons!

Taxes levied and the government charges the governed to govern them and their freedom

Weird but the way it is, it's the system of the ups & downs of Life, it is what it is for some

What type of form, species or genome are we, too human, 208 bones of ecstasy's tragedy

Only you know & I know, secret in a bottle opened at your last gasp, eyes wide open, GONE!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 9 ONE ONE 9-11-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Tricked this out of my Muse while listenin' to @ledZeppelin #TheLemonSong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gWbKAcuzN8?si=wuoS4KIAqo-R4Aqx }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER? 634-5789 ? Now I got your number... #Beatlejews2024 #TheWalrusWasPaulAfterAll

NEVER FORGET

DID I MENTION TO NEVER, EVER FORGET THIS BOOGIE-MAN OF ENEMIES?

Gas’ air full of skyscraper ash & plastic smoke to put the living to sleep ‘til December

I would try to remember the incredible day of #NineOneOne, September to remember

Getting in the mood for a boogie night, it’s comin’ tomorrow night, Friday alrighty then

Getting the grim reaper off our planet & sentence the boney mother’s scourge to life

Together as One, hand in bone, out your bath & bedroom, dining room, Hehl’s kitchen

Desires and dreams come true miles away from you, you may never know the twelfth

Of never, or forever in the fantasy where the mind goes because the brains ain’t dead

When the air ceases to blow in and out of the form, the shape dissolves in God’s head.

All there is can’t be more than this, a rational approach to the deduced induction trash

Reason points to empty void as the matrix, Nothing more nor less, that is all, as MASH

Mobile Army Surgical Hospital saved the poor young and innocent from dying afraid

Fear of the gods wrath upon the judgement day, poor young boys died, didn’t get laid.

In love with the income and the high credit rating, in love with my income & high IQ

Actuality a low IQ but I like the illusion that it’s too high, light is too bright to be in me

You asked me if I got this, of course I do, if not me then who? Nobody, you got that right

Like @LynyrdSkynrd or feet down on the ground of my @EarthWindAndFire solo flight.

Picked myself on the 1st all-star team, a #ShootingPointguard #747 of champions

Special delivery door to door, manufacturer to consumer, in two extramarital affairs

For the price of three, there’s the fourth you’ve forgotten, you drunk the unholy fifth

No surprise party from the first day of birth to the first day of pro-practice in stealth.

No fantasy phantasm available for anyone else, this is a solo mio, raw and nekid too

Protein required in OutSpace too, what the hell do you do? Grow meat from Nothing

Just like the creator of A universe, use all of it & then use Nothing as if it’s something

It’ll be what will be, que sera sera, it ain’t my conceptual analysis in synchronization.

Blind faith isn’t proof that the Word which made flesh and bone save a thing in hell

Even if I’m wrong, I’m right, I’m saved from my own misjudgment and malformation

Of my thoughts that blow out my lips, red-hot air I’ve sucked clean of all Ma’s oxygen

Atomic evening of missionary-style fusion, pregnant without end, Amen, dream’s ZEN.

Squirreled away from the marauding punks who were orphaned by the urchin offspring

Not their fault that the star’s sunshine nurtured them until they had to follow the ruling

Of their forefathers who never taught them to be all too human, proud of mankind’s ilk

Hence, heretofore I waxed upon the opinion I’ve gleaned out the hive, mama teat milk.

Lost and found in perpetuity, without an ending, neither happy nor sad, it’s academic

A point of view of the intellectual genius to the morons & idiots who wax idiosyncratic

Spirits infiltrated every atom outside of the dead rocks’ leftovers from some Big Bang

Louder than anyone could hear, audio wasn’t created yet by the super freak who sang.

Girls love it, boys wanna have proof of life inside the inner sanctum, it’s a pop-off One

Frozen when the burn turns to black ice not even God can see, it’s unforeseen my son

Daughters are the tools, it’s not their will nor their fault that they’re the First Causing

If not for the magnetic attraction to the black hole, there would be no Singularity ring.

Octaves of arpeggios forced upon consciousness, pain & pleasure alternating currents

Hot as a pistol and cold as ice depending on the Will to Power, it’s above & below ants

Down to the Earth’s centerfield core, up through a moonshine boost, a Milky Way mess

Chocolate with a center from the twilight zone, future sugar dental decay’s happiness.

On a camel, on a horse, on a llama, just a rider that can’t walk on his own metatarsals

Fear & loathing for the results of rampant sex of cavemen high on mary jane & her pals

Wizards have the words, the spells cannot be stolen by the witches & sibling warlocks

Nobody’s immune to powers of princess Mary Jane, she turns heads around in slacks.

Whatever you say, whatever it is, that’s all there is, nothing more nor less, the shebang

Woke or not, awakening to empty sets of zero to negative & positive infinity, you rang?

In communion, in confession, baptism, confirmation, there is some extreme unction

Inside of the funk, there’s atomic and nucleic essence that precedes existence’s sin.

Original sin and sacraments out of the grooves laid down in Sacramento, California

Eagles to the Funkadelic mash that came out of the sky like manna from Sabrina

Windy magic flyin’ through the emptiness to find the place where landing is Home

To your 208 bones of dwindling flesh-colored muscles’ thin skin, offspring of Rome.

Keep love warm until you can’t blink, can’t swallow the swill and can’t think you are

Alive or not, walking or just lying in a hospital bed, the fallen falling to the morgue, far

Certified the death per the grim reaper, decrepitation begins at rigor mortis’ appetite

Soon it will be too late for every single thing, here and now or in the future to be light.

You’re in the herd but you’re not being heard by the heads nor minions of the clergy

High up above the fray, running the dozens for kicks, talk ‘bout yo’ mama now? Hey!

Dripping and burning like you’ve caught the hot flame-fire in your below belly dream

Putting holy species propagation to test, superstars forget the rubber, trip baby team.

Putting my cache where my mouth is, a credit card from Bank ONE, punk funk debt

Racked it all up within the past 40 years in this Man’s World, paid it all off in full set

It was thirty-love and I had the serve, I aced the serve & won game, set & match afar

Got out of town before the taxes got stolen from the coffer, now behind booze bars.

You know the people who died already know the Truth about Life on Earth, don’t you?

You’ll find out too, then there’ll be no doubt, when you scroll with the trolls, it is blue

So sad that you can’t be a weirdo & make fun of the fools who entertain the ol’ minion

Kids the word for immature warriors about to either survive or become extinct by fun.

Can you put the lipstick on a pig or remix the cogs in the hogs’ bodies and minds’ set

In mud, blood and beer, possible the brown or white-water spirits are the cool tools

To allow us all to be or not to be, drunk or sober, we’re all gonna die sooner or later

Hope & fear of annihilation are sacrosanct, I think, OK, therefore, I am, wanna bet?

State of being anywhere border to border & coast to coast of the original 13th colony

Copasetic 24/7 without end, infinity governed by best of the best, sea to shining sea

Pretend you’re immortal at your peril, pretend you have a spirit or a killer-antibody

Kamel appreciation in Time & Space, archives dropped on an innocent, fuddy duddy.

Bees’ hives sucked dry of the honey, the labor laws violated by the bear’s nosy jaws

An analogy between the good and the bad, the flawless and the evil errors of squaws

Warriors have little control over anything other than the destruction of the opponent

Peace and joy are unnatural, can’t handle more than an hour every month, I pay rent.

Five thousand debits’ robbery will get you ten years behind the pen’s bars, lost liberty

Kick you in the backside, smack you in the head, wake you up before it’s too late, see?

Your will & testament enhanced by your ignorance and lack of insight ala immortality

God forsaken mortal, you weren’t alive before your conception, you die when you die!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 9-5- MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #KFTC  @ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow M-F 6-10 AMPST #VoicesOfTrumpism link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Si, ce bon senora, seniorina . . . @JoeAlfano my cousin from another cousin... #HeyNow @CarlosSantana & amigos et amigas! OLE! #TheShadowKnows

GHOSTS INSIDE YOUR HEAD, SEYMOUR AIN'T HERE MAN

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SHADOWS KNOW THE  ENDS

You know what you never knew before this moment, a result of arrested attention
Mushroom fungus around your dogs’ legs, swallowing is impossible ala microwave
Too hot to chew or put upon the gums inside your cheeks, it’s a spam flavor of tin
Just like the cavity fillings impacted after the power of the drill deletes the movin’.

Your fault, it’s all your responsibility to not only act but to follow up until the Ends
When you can’t animate your bones any longer, stretched out in death bed bends
Mirage you can’t see, fathom the phantom more than the magic spell’s word salad
Punks drink too much and regurgitate the dead cells of the motherlode, chit’s bad.

Josie knew and she never let on, it’s all about the giraffes and microscopic dopes
Evolved or specially created from Nothing at all, remember the power of popes
Reality or the dreams between It, all One & the same thing, itself a shaped form
Matter matters from byte to byte, subatomic or pregalactic, it’s Nothing after all.

Higher than azure-blue sky before it turns absolutes to black, background matrix
Batteries all dead, no recharge on or off the road to perdition, killin’ all the dicks
Mountain of evidence that you’re finding everywhere you ponder, inner Rambo
Ready to protect the fools who get fooled by their own parents’ blinded credo.

Moms and the pops who generate the enthusiasm for the scuffle, my 3rd stones
Yours as well, whether you see the Truth or not, you’re deceived by the Lights
Sun’s burning the atoms constantly until the End, a singularity in swirling tones
Apes don’t cut them loose; they will annihilate the spiritual spit in a knife fight.

You still got the muscle, and I got the reigns holding terror at bay, what’d I say
Bloody spirit, I got news for you & yours, amnesia is the way to recollect it all
Forget about everything but your hunger and need for rested sleep, dream on
You tried, you failed, the dream’s made of tin foil, it’s gonna be crumbling, son.

Mighty spades & long knives full of the scat they consumed via teat of a mama
As natives got restless, there were mutual blows, extinction came, saved the day
Mud and water conglomerate, spark the fire in your & my loins, above and below
Sun isn’t setting, the Earth is flippin’ spinnin’ upon an axis’ revolution, God in tow.

Responsible for the competition of the fit and unfit, drank with drunks, shot drink
Jigger full to the line, there’s no way to measure the fact that One day is your stink
As you become fouler than a baseball, language emerged from your cotton mouth
Tequila from lips to exit hole extraction, it’s all about the worm, up north to south.

Back in 1967, I got the age of 16 wrong, thought it was almost over & I’m 72 too
Full of the stitches from the gashes & slashes I got being the sole survivor of Blues
Talking jive, singing a song of reverential attraction for opposites of genders who
Gain weight until the cadaver disappears into the twilight zone’s blue suede shoes.

Minor miracle, major disaster averted thanks to an accident, unanimously a One
Being the thing itself isn’t as easy as being the form that it appears to be, hard Zen
Hopping around the charisma gleaned from the shadow I swallowed in one gulp
Tragedy and the comedy of the joke, I’m laughin’ & you’re cryin’ for all hired help.

Caring that you can’t comprehend the essence of Nature and things created by It
Action and the gods that do their things, Mercury to Pluto like an atomic picket
Can’t see further than subatomic or pregalactic principles, I guessed all the rest
Burnt into ash, full of formaldehyde to replace the life blood, preserving at One.

Monkeys around the trees and the skyscrapers awaiting the judgement daze sin
Traced the forms, dot by dot in numerical order, one to a million wars, I’m all in
Laughin’ out of control, out of breath & Time, flipped the triangle of the dangle
Pockets full, flippin’ the cake, cookin’ sins ingredients into a hot soufflés’ Hell.

Park your wheels at the curb, smack yourself in your own face, your welcome
What you always wanted and needed was just that, a Way to be a Woke one
Stud ruler kills, consumes more than 12 inches of jolly Roger, I’m out, it’s done
All conceived in perfection’s grace, put a smile on my face, fool’s gold, my son.

Hello, high or low five, either way you will rise to the top like a creamy outcrop
Uphill and the easy downhill to your bottom’s up, slippery slopes will never stop
Because it’s just the way it is & always has been, that’s the reason it smokes a bit
Running a bit hot, ready to burn up into invisible ash that vanishes in smokin’ chit.

Borders are closed, send the immigrants back overseas to all home sweet homes
Charge the destination countries for the trip, subtract it from their US foreign aid
Copy of the xerox is the exact replica, as if it reflects the thing itself on the flip side
All of our faces whether two or One, we all must face the honest Truth genomes.

Deduce the ending, there’s rigor mortis and a resurrection of the invisible animate
As it’s posted, scratched on a cave’s dark wall with pointed rocks that rolled in fate
Disagreement will doom a fool’s errand, nothing personal so you don’t feel guilty
First Cause of this whole shebang is obligated to collapse in an infinite singularity.

What type of gold or silver medallion do you need to qualify for speaking up
Nothing needed for that, this is a free country which forces free speech in vitro
Of course, you can’t yell FIRE in a crowded auditorium, smoke & mirrors’ water
From the haters with love, they have faith in the hope you’re a mere mortal, sir.

Finding good in the ugly and bad is difficult yet not impossible, I am all of it y’all
Not my choice to be living in a free country restricted to say or write about Truth
That the majority rules the minority, and the minority is a slice of the 1% of balls
Their fathers & mothers didn’t have a pair, therefore they’ve inherited only hair.

Check my attitude and the nature of the beast I’m runnin’ within, so near empty
Say my name once or a thousand times, it doesn’t matter to the deaf ears, I see
Ignorance of the Light in the Darkness is an excuse for the annihilation of species
Not just a woman, man, boy or a girl, this is a clean sweep of beings over seventy.

Elder abuse of the younger, virile among the pantheon of those strong survivors
To keep the power, control the figure head leader, loose cannons sink ship tours
Knowledge is power, ignorance’s lack, no wisdom or logic to solve conundrums
But there’s light at the end of the tunnel, it’s just a dot-like singularity, Time Out!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 7-22-2024 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Wiped my sleep out of my eyes & drafted this at 4 in the morning until 7, while listening to @Armstrong_GettyShow on @kste650 AM, & listenin’ to #TheBoysOfSummer by @Don_Henley link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RUIeX6UCT8 }

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

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FOR ALL OF MY SISTERS

#KeepThemSeparated #YouGotTo #GladYouHaveNoBravado

FIRST LADY WOULDN'T THROW MATE UNDER A BUS

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Bleach in your arm would kill the virus?  Are you out of your ever-lovin' mind, ship of fools' make-up

Regardless of your sidestepping on stepping stones in the halls of freaks of nature, brothers n' sisters

Content is rollin' from the bottom to the top, like cream rising from the dregs of the basement's shop

Bottles of wine are all empty, drank all the Boone's' Farm & Spinada right out the bottle, I got jitters.

I didn't even spill any wine, drank every drop from my grandfather's wine cellar in 'Chi' on Ohio Street

I played baseball and basketball and football either baked or inebriated on some type of enhancements

Tried to pump up the muscles 'til the rips & tears of the meniscus and then it was off of my feet to pay

Longer than a short time but not as short as you'd want it, it was like orbiting Earth forever & a day.

On the cuff I've got a link, 18 of the cuffs for the 9-hole link at the club, I am a member of a Guild

You may not have heard of them, all of us are undercover lovers of the Truth, raw & occult filled

Bibles, books, beans and big brother funneling us into the tunnel, roller coaster cannot terminate

To the end after about 25 thrilling climbs, deep falls from 100's of feet above the tarmac, 1st date.

It was all over for me, the one I should have coupled with moved on to repopulate Earth with 8 kids

None of them mine, all of them, three different fathers, the 1st two died while on their fireman jobs

Firefighters so brave, they rush into danger ahead as if it's the only way to work for love of money

Wooden boards planed from the logs of the redwoods and my love for the forest of an empty city.

Perfectly off kilter as it should be, fighting the power until it gives up the push and the shove

Every spin & wobble of Earth in every town across all 7 continents, keeps gravity up above

The molten core of the planet leaves you with no other choice than to assume Earth's breath

It does what it does and we're passengers at the mercy of the odds that I'm needed for death.

Leftists of the Far Right have infiltrated the rank & file of the clowns, junkies & relatives

Distant cousins and close strangers you've seen & touched in their nakedness, bones within

Make the deal, it's an art and only the losers don't get it, they repeat ad infinitum, mortal sin

Mortal meaning the "Living" skin & bones, free will, nerves, mental thoughts of divine lives.

Baptized with water, if Earth was dry, we wouldn't have come to be that way, spit, but why

Knowing what I know means I really don't know what I thought I knew which is nothing, sigh

Killed the dead guys and brought them back to life like Frankenstein, you moron!  It's an idiot

Bastards deleted the load, it's not saved, it's lost in space, you're many too late, you're a robot!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 6-28-2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{  Tricked this out of the universe while jammin' to @WARtheBand #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=ckDvu7lJ8d51txbY }

 

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#KLINGINGtoPOWER

#BlackPaint #BluesDark #DroneFromBATz

BIRD DOGS & PEANUT STEW 

Covid-19 bat blue

Only you and I know the reason for the fiasco appearing before our very myopic eyes
Seeing, so is believing, blind faith before your very eyes, visionary missionary of flies
Where we maggotize out of this world to our bare skull and bones, imaginary nirvana
Paradise that your body won’t feel, taste, smell or hear, a whole lotta love for Joanna.

Pork is the pig’s meat, nothin’ fancy, an animal sloppin’ in mud, begettin’ piglet runts
Meet the phantom ghost that matches your smoke & mirrors, an empty null set sons
Below the 2nd floor is the flat that nobody wants to rent, except me, all a safe house
Ace in the hole I’ll go in the pinch when I’m exiled by the fury of the red horde plows.

Atop the anthill among the hot mothers and cool progenitors remains a real good girl
All alone without a clue about the situational awareness required for survival’s whirl
Heinous crimes against the brothers and sisters from other mothers, a dragnet trip
Fencing in the immoral boys and girls who know nothing about the eternal worship.

You and the rest of your friends and family don’t know you like I do, only you know
Offering nothing, expecting nothing, receiving nothing much of anything, it’s slow
Time clicks forward to the last time you’re gonna get a chance to gasp deeply in
Syncopation with the world’s zeitgeist that can’t be sucked, a Singularity love sin.

Balls thrown, bounced, caught, shot, blocked, kicked, slapshot to a sudden death
To be or not to be a champion all you have is the luck of the puck or ball, a bounce
Goes up and down until it’s too late to leave, last call for alcohol, goin’ to my place
Prove it all night in or out of the bedspread, sing & dance for all it's worth, my face.

This here horizon right over yonder beyond the hills of brothers’ & father’s demigod
Built it inside of the manger where a virgin is allowed to put a baby to save all worlds
Outcome of Evil & Live spelled either way, an act or at best a labor of love, cold hotrod
Egad, as they used to say, way back when, back in the day, you’ve got beautiful curls.

Not only livin’ on Love, caused by Love & dropped down in the menu from head to toes
Only they’re not your eyes, they’re the portals through which the pablum got so rough
Until you were full of it & now share it with the world as we know it, gods are big blows
Orbiting a star red dawn to dusk, 365 to survive without parents & social welfare tough.

So, impregnate the eggs in a clinic, many children from testubes, now the rulers of US
Laboratories with not so mad scientists, formed by Marx from scat that fell off the bus
Without a driver, without a destination to refuel and rest, without a passenger it’s moot
Points connected 1-100 tiny dots on the 3rd act of the play of existence’s 3rd dimension.

All that formless shape in a 2nd dimensional form of RNA is a Void-like puddle of mud
As above, so it’s below, one-dimensional form, shaped Nothing, bitten bytes of charm
Subatomic subliminals, emotionally psychotic responses to Life on a wild animal farm
What I am inside of the forehead, worrying about the inevitable, I’m Iced Soul, Blood!

Frozen ground you walk upon, just to see you here again, we were all gone in Time
Finish line ain’t in sight, you & I will & shall do what the Hades allows us on a dime
Nothing else to do but breathe in & out ‘til a last gasp of gas, then we’ll be hear-say
Not ‘til that moment, it’s glasses up high in salute of the huntin’ & fishin’, every day.

This red dirt rich fishin’ & huntin’ and black dirt gold from my pappy’s sachet of cash
Pints empty flasks and the lead that turned into gold, left over inside the cold caves
Carefully involved in the loose lips that sank ships, there’s a reason for the hero sins
Hated by the countrymen ‘til the legend is revised, firearms silenced, crooked lines.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, June XXVth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Worm crawled out the mud during pre-wokeness, while jammin’ sounds of @Armstrong_GettyRadio on@KSTE650AM #PrettyFunnyRadio & then listened to some @LukeBryan #HITS https://youtu.be/OTXRH96KPn4?si=PefcbpugPuv7nI-6 }
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