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No offense intended by the following tale about all better halves amongst y’all, species’ sex

Funk in the cells, mean RNA dealin’ with the compliant DNA, it’s all about the witches’ hex

Upon our children’s tetes, their children, our great-grand parents back to the Origin Hades

Paradise ain’t being all alone on Earth without a side-kick, good or stormy weather shades.

Monkeys just apes without the clothes, no fear of private part exposure to Earth’s bug scat

Knowledge isn’t the power it used to be, all you needed to know was where you get cash at

Down the block on the corner where all the plans are made to lift other people’s property

Take the taxed alcohol & taxed leaf of tobacco or marijuana no offense to arrested defense.

Clean bill of health, born to be wild, tamed to keep the power in hands that risk extinction

All minds and bodies on the same page, the book is written in code, it’s the grace in a Sin

Mortally venial, wisdom of the soul’s mind, holy nobody, it’s devastating, sealing the deal

I signed the paper in blood, but it was your blood not mine, I don’t run on purple, for reals!!

Offense meant to be just like this, the shoe fits so wear it, if not then forget about it in total

Harps playin’ in virtual reality, ready for you to exist immortally without food or shelter Hell

Comprehensive and full of nothing but the annihilation of love and hate, it’s already all gone

Just as it was the day before the Big Bang, you can’t recall, you weren’t present, no i-phone.

Text or not, here and now is all there is for every single atom, every molecule comes & goes

Ad infinitum, as far as we all know, we guess the rest with education & pedicured ten toes

Bring all your tools in the toolbox, there’s no time to waste, screw & pound the points home

Do the drill, keep in tune, you’ll have a single moment to decide, now or whenever in Rome.

Played by players, now thinking the same way, identical success as the rest of humanity’s

Becoming the best player in the game keeps all power within until the Will to Power release

Then and only then the escape performs it’s only function, drilling down into the deduction

Complex or simple premises assumed to be true, force the full house hand, my mortal sin.

I know what you’re thinkin’ about, it’s just how to stay warm bein’ a cool cat in a kaboodle

Pinching myself & I am certainly awake, here & now, I will be then & there if I ain’t a GD fool

Which I ain’t, in my humble opinion, I have become what the seed & egg left in the RNA mix

Spelling the spells leaves gibberish only a ghoul or goblin may comprehend, in a quick fix.

No way getting to go in through the back gate, it’s padlocked to keep the rats out, stashed

Rats don’t work, RIP off workers who’re all too human, above & below, hey baby, nice rack

To keep the species in tact during mass mutation, necessary & sufficient radiation, get back

Funk turns out to be all there ever was, your life disappears without a peep, granite gashed.

Really reality is distorted beyond recognition, used to think it was all there was, it is not it all

Part of the whole which is complete surrounded by an empty Void, there’s the Truth for y’all

Changes in your chemistry changes your body & mind, shelter is all over, fed baby to corpse

Bipedal or slither, crawl, jump or fly about the ecosystem’s matter, Matter is the Rock force.

A star out of power, only a hot core of a hot mess leaving nothing at the end but a black hole

Nothing‘s wrong with white holes, they don’t devastate the entire ecosystem, mare to a foal

I mean no offense, yet I will offend without guilt, you’ve been warned Christian-Jew-Hindus

Atheists & too high priests smokin’ the same sacrifice to the Void, God’s dogs barkin’ Blues.

Junk in the bums arms & between toes for the sake of morons who addict them, hot damn

Look no further than your enemies who you & I keep close to the vest, one eye open on ‘em

Never turn your back without backup covering our blind side, takin’ chances, sudden death

Mountains to climb, oceans to float across, gangsters and saints in concert, it’s the wraith.

Hot or frozen-stiff colder than a witch’s teat, which anyone knows cannot feed the babies

No way to inseminate the evil that’s alive in the abandoned orphans of Woman, Love sees

It’s going to end in extinction, sooner or later, do not shoot the messenger, Darwin-Lamarc

It is here, however the method of creating atoms out of an absentee father-god, bark, bark!

Hot dogs get it, backwards in divine order, priests of the sacrifice & lambs drunk in hot stew

Hearts beat the blood up & down through the canals, a force invisible feels just like love too

You und nobody else ever born on Earth have had a lick of knowledge & wisdom, so Ghetto

Sho’ nuff, y’all either get it or you’ll never guess, trust the Truth, open eyes to a mortal blow.

Blunder busting is the way to get down to the bottom of the quest for Truth, blown A-bomb

Fission pulled up on the fusion and made the mushroom cloud spread as above the clouds

So below, the fallout radiation entered all water & ground to immerse the blown-up poisons

Thanks the gods for the creation of the animal who fosters the Extinction of Homo Sapiens.

Tops of Everest to the bottom of the darkness’ void of the Mariana Trench, without H2O rock

Imagined meteor with Hydrogen and Oxygen and Nitrogen, caught in the ecliptic God’s sun

To be or not to be is a question if and only if you don’t know the answer, we all know the key

Inside or outside of the thing, there’s Nothing at all, certainty is tantamount to Being me.

Now it’s time for all good & bad men & women, boys and girls all in the set of Live Bait

To attract any beings in this universe who need to eat something other than their hate

Bums and junkies the same as they were at conception & birth, trash to come and go

Without knowing you’re already gone, alive as if you’re immortal, death will be a blow.

Pierce the veil, tear down that wall between the ones who work and ones who cannot

Share your blood, sweat & tears with the lazy and incapable, you’ll remain heaven sent

You’re pretty, you’re beautiful, you’ll age like wine reflecting that you ain’t the ale or beer

What you are is what it is, substance and form in random recombination, I am Yogi’s Bear.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 3-30-2025 @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out the jam listenin’ to #TheGhetto by @DonnyHathaway https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qF2pGUo1b7E }

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EVERYBODY SMOKE THE DOPE, DRINK THE BOOZE, EXTINCTION’S ON THE EDGE

All of us in a hurry to get business done so we can go home, kick back, relax & rest on a flip side

Unrealized divine dividends accumulate unto infinity’s gate, grace knows nothing matters, pride

Masked up like the hooligan-hoodlum you’re grandma thought you’d wind up being, a wise guy

Turning Gold, God’s leftovers droning in a black background of salt & pepper in a random high.

It could have been much worse than it is, your life might not have been so blessed without One

You served masses for the One & did just fine with the Latin, hot boy confessions & communion

Athlete of moderate skills in all sports ‘cept Track, skills to run or jump a lick, yet I gave it a shot

In the end daddio, the fact of life is that Philosopher’s stones are close to my loins, I’m a robot.

My bottom, The Seat of Consciousness is nowhere easy to be found, unless you like hard roads

Talkin’ nearly invisible potholes without a shoulder, just a two-lane highway without any Edison

All Time all-star T.D. passes into a future, in search of a miraculous thing itself, unknowing cloud

It looks like it’s either crimson red or royal deep purple, depending on the Time you’re allowed.

You’ve got what it takes once you’ve arrived on the path to find the philosopher’s stone, a rock

Matter reduced to the Void where you’ve come from before yo’ mother’s womb, 24-hour clock

Tick-Tock from China to the Scorpion Nebula, annihilation of the soft & hard roads to Nirvana Ra

Historically it is naturally, a human’s personal struggle to survive, alone without a deadbeat’s Pa.

If the shoe fits your size of feet, wear ‘em with blessings, some humans go barefoot a whole life

Bless you, bless everyone you know, bless everyone you come into contact with, even yo’ wife

Blasting as fire and brimstone might when experiencing atomic fission and fusion of a holy god

Nobody on Earth has ever known nor will ever know what the (expletive) was the point, hotrod!

Spam & lamb, we sacrifice & consume for the invisible smoke that rises from jump, sunny days

Knights and bishops do what they can to put pawns in The Way of desolation’s stale checkmate

Hair on some naked skin, covering the sinews and muscles of the drones, shock the brain fate

Once you’ve been graced to discover the Truth you can’t believe, in Time’s blinded first date.

Don’t tempt me, on the other hand, go ahead and tempt me, I’ll field the hit, I am adept

After the game is over, silence is golden, no braggadocio for the minions, point, game, set

It’s not for me to say, it’s not for me to persuade anyone of anything at all, don’t trust a fool

Not that I am one of them, I’m not one of them, you don’t know, I do, in the corner to drool.

This means War until you run out of life to kill & leave a fear of death to reign over the believers

Blind Faith works for kings and queens who’ve locked up the only philosopher stones in a purse

Sight unseen with the 20/20 vision allowed by the perfect lenses that bend light into gold-lead

High road, finished at the line-up, life with no parole, walls’ squares of a room to see the dead.

Still alive, still want to survive and breath for my infinite heartbeats that feed on the Electrons

Everywhere with the Neutrinos, Neutrons fill up the Void to feed the Singularity vortex of suns

Milky Way conglomeration of Cause and Effect are a shock to the blind faith of the believer clan

Random chaos, feature of the creatures who live & die as angels & an evil spirit’s barcode scan.

You’re alone with your friends at the party you never got invited to, you showed with no invite

Everyone is surprised you’re there since you perished without a trace decades ago, in a fist fight

Smacked with a baseball bat in the back of the head, sucker homer on my skull killed my drone

Hooked up to machines to keep my heart & kidneys in order of their verve, a holy spirit blown.

There’s a final approach to the runway of never-neverland but I’ve aborted the landing forever

Place in Time and Space will remain undivulged to the minions, although they’d die with a fever

Unable to keep the realized wisdom within, free of the disease of mitigated gall, drink on a cross

Crucified for your words said to the ears and understanding of those built for the Nirvana’s boss.

Don’t shoot the messenger again, before & after the zero, all negative & positive subatomic ions

Breathe in and breathe out, the diaphragm takes care of the autopilot, heart beats with all sons

Daughters who turned into mothers of brothers & sisters, a dead labor of love, some gave it all

Smoked ash, embalmed, consumed hunger of animals & bacteria above, so below, we’ll all Fall!

None of the nuns nor the priests and priestesses use the Word, the Sound for taming the geists

Spirits in a night fake disappearance once the light produces a silver lining in the clouds of mice

Twilight of rats and roaches who get their chance when the silence stays for infinity, game’s over

History of ancient & modern civilization leaves nothing but smoke & mirror code, all undercover.

Porch has a swing, a place for Big people to sit ‘til a heavy weight of lard arses collapses the chit

Place in Space on the highway and byway of Chicago Avenue, got on the road in ’69, just phuq it

In the service of my civilization a minute, rewarded with retirement to turn lead into fool’s gold

Hence, there’s a period at the end of the final gasp of gas, regardless of Reality or illusion load.

Now & then, it’s finally over & you have nothing at all to say about it, you’re a cog in the wheel

People are just people, whatever the fornication that means, Nothing at all is close to a steal

Soft for the food, hard for the protection of the thing itself, the thing that thrives as God’s tool

Used every morning & evening before the afternoon, Sight unseen, got it covered, wise o’ fool!

Daddio, are you done yet? Speaking easily or most difficultly means that is your problem, so

Hard road finding this philosopher’s stone when you know it’s red or purple, in Time & Space

No maps, just intuition & the ability to magnetize the county trash dump & recycle junk station

Hot water in the ice cubes of your mind’s synapses’ cells of anonymity where you imagine Sin.

You ain’t responsible for the things that are caused by the effects of the First Cause, innocent

As it was the day you got conceived, trust me, it ain’t your fault either, you’re what heaven sent

How you deal with the rest of your luck of the draw, that’s probably already written, olden fear

One dream for everyone, it’s a matter of war and peace on the planet in the middle of nowhere.

Are you with me or not? I don’t care one way or the other, I’m just your final chance to elevate

Between the top of the stratosphere and the empty volume of nothingness, it’s a blinded date

Your mama is all I can say, the day you were born, blinded by the light, you screamed just as I

Not a single peep on the last blink, seems to be a bait & switch dilemma for this pie in the sky.

Streams and rivers full of the heads of steel, on the trouble hook, scent of oyster, hens jumpin’

Roe for the rest, cannibals of their own hunger for self-indulging survival of the most fit, to rut

Idiots of a fancy culture, dressed all naked apes up like they’ve come to party with the minions

Do not shoot the messenger except with a speedball addiction, it’s a matter of WAR, Time sons!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 2-22 MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #GreatestHITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=DYv-WWiTavZ-lYgj }

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