#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.?

#EyesFliesAndLiesAboutPies 3.14 #HighFortuneSonny #BidenHidin' & #KamelaRidin'

000000000

INTERESTING, I AM NOT

Hey man, there's blood in the water gato, you know it's invisible

Knowledge and wisdom without the application is a burst bubble

Perfection and the dissolution of the thing without a flaw, it's you

Me and the rest of us are just here, amigo, you're one of many too.

Form and shape of bent Time and Space, showdown's at sundown

Free will is denied, exact regulation of the flow is heaven's blown

Jobs performed or fleed from when it all came down to brass tacks

It hurts to be denied the attention you believe you deserve, blacks.

Browns, yellows, reds, blues played from dark 'til 3 AM predawn

Ready for bed, a pillow for my head & the dream of the pretender

Hoping and thinking that hope provides the things, will do you in

Better have the will handy, without it, they'll burn you in hot fire.

Not incinerted for any small reason, it's to deter the bugs & rats

The dead meat provided by life & death is all they get too, all cats

Dogs too, humanity's best friends which eat & lie where they shat

Nothing they can do, we put the diapers on the babies, then a hat.

Send them off to strangers to learn in schools & churchs, oh my

It could have been worse if there was still a closed herd, extinct

Yet we've survived because we're accidentally too fit to be shat

In holes in the ground, in sewers underground, a divinity's sigh.

Quality and the quantity of atoms in the Void, that's Life babies

Idiots, morons and genii come out of the glass & plastic botttles

Granting as many wishes as you may choose, up to the Inifinite

Beyond Nothing, a singularity to shrink your atoms into a byte.

Cyberfunk's 1's & 0's in equations, calculus' trigonometry sign

Only you know what I know, being one and the same thing too

It's a wordless, secret code that only dead men & women know

I can't tell you why but I'm One who knows of God's low blow.

Common men got the word up, they go from Goo Goo to phuq u

Other than that, teenagers got the tickets for survival, fired souls

X used the interior of the outside whereever it was, ain't there now

I see something but it vanishes in darkness with my hippy glow.

Creeks full of the wasted days & nights of the snakes & pirranahs

Only you know the Truth is similiar to a lie only you don't know it

Figure it out once you've passed out & on to the answer of death

Without life like your dead friends & ancestors, Die to be Dead.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 9-23-2024 AD @ 911 PMMST

{ Created out of Nothing, left over something while listenin' to @TheRamones #HITS on youTube link @ https://x.com/i/status/1838262104132075522 }

HappyFathersDayWeek #GrammasHand #Matrices & #Godfatherz4 #ParrotHeads @JimmyBuffett

SWEETER THAN JESUS' HOLY BODY OF ULTRAVIOLET WORK
Imposters will rock this world until the real ones show their thousand faces, they're the chit
Of being alive on Earth whether before or after an imaginary zero year of the planetary s#it
Whatever it is, it's going around and it comes around ad infinitum, border to coasts of sand
Dirt and snow make the thing itself appear to be more than it's essence, it's a thin man.

Partly of the Time and Space where you've accidentally been deposited into darkness’ pit
To see The Light coming at birth & lose the light altogether at death, that's life man, that's it
Sure it's uncertain that there's a soul/spirit independent of a body's skull & bones, it's faith
Believe it or not, it will be the way it will be either way you jump to a conclusion, it's a fate.

Sons completely free to roam the prairie until humans trap & kill you for your body's blood
Drunken gods, eating the flesh that grew from an invisible egg & flagellating in a dark hood
Too much to handle for anyone over the age of sixty, therefore sanctuary's door’s padlocked
Too late for elders to absorb the facts of life, they're lucky they've lived so long in a head.

My ancestors & descendants who've been ruled by dictators, kings, queens & able bodies
Every single one of them, educated or ignorant, all were born innocent of original apple sins
Preschooled in the elementary & higher levels of language & mathematics, I'm still the One
That's a single thing I know for certain since everything, every category is suspected reason.

Suns are stars and there's zillions of them in empty Space, on the other hand, only One RA
Callin' this thing you're experiencing whatever you please, the Word itself is cock's formula
Recipe in code which none have the key to other than us & we're blinkin' four eyes to bury
Standing at the door, remain still or open & enter the portal, jump out of the second story.

Funky facts sent via fax or twixt in code red, meeska, mooska, mouses, we're all gonna die
As a humdinger hurled from mound to the battery box only to die being a payback whack
Homer players do nothing but win if hey can and lose only if necessary & sufficient shtick
I know you don't know like I know, so all you do is laugh when all I can do is weep & cry.

Preach to me man, you got no clue on what to do, waiting for the po’ #UBER ride to you
Where you went & why you left make no difference to me, I’ll move heaven above too
If it’s in my way, welcome to oblivion, I’ll even save you from the monsters of the monks
Nobody is home, ain’t nobody in the cave, daddy’s gone, left us all alone in the high funk.

On the far side of the far end of the yard stick full of millimeters and degrees of separation
I welcome the unwelcome to enter the merge of their energy to re-identify with the zygote
One that came before opinions that all of the assholes have, it's the nature of the beast skin
Cover up of a Future stank before it happened in reality, as I will, all lookin' for gunga din.

You got your pogo stick & you can’t jump around like you used to when you were twelve
Fall down on the concrete curb or alleyway or asphalt turf in the street, bloody scab life
Hurry faster than I can go, fall down on the ground over and over, stayed down there too
Last call was six feet under, what I’ve done, well it’s all over, my atoms crumble to blue!

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TRYIN’ TO GET OVER

SHOOT YO’ SHOT

DON’T STOP

EYE WON’T TALK

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June XIV, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Ate up real estate to regurgitate & defecate or urinate as above, so below, keepin' the fire lit inside of the diaper pamper written in fecal matter, just checkin' to see if anyone's readin' this...  wrote this while jammin' to @BareNakedLadies #HITS on youTube link @LIBERTY FATHERS DAZED }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsGiftsToWoman

HOW’d SHE GIT THEM BRITCHeS ON?

Slap your gram-maw, mine passed on to the great beyond before their times, all grand ones
Kidding or not, the fiction remains as the Truth’s reality, nobody gets out alive, y’all gotta go
Somewhere out of this Earth’s pervue there’s no place like Home, no place at all to play ball
Marchin’ onto the big dance but I didn’t know how, I played 8-ball & threw darts at the wall.

Brew and Mash for the boys and beer for my horses too, dust needs to be swallowed, I spit
Chaw chewed tobacco from the natives was the addiction we couldn’t avoid, all fell in love
Doctorates can’t help the addicted, mentally unhealed inheritance of the third human eye
Moneymakers for y’all & for me, laws prohibit taxation without representation, until you die.

Think corpus dillecti a moment, won’t be able to ponder it once it dawns upon bald monks
High or down lower than y’all ever wanna go, shootin’ 8 ball you gotta hustle the loser honks
Being ahead of the cue ball with your stick all chalked-up tip, a little English slides of shtick
No more nor less than perfectly innocent of the blame and credit of paper or hard plastic.

Get ready to be set to go when I give you the signal, you’ll know the sign, only your vision
To be or not to be the all too human spirit and soul of 208 bones, rollin’ blue blood within
Keepin’ the flow goin’ until the final gasp of gas is the whole point of being here to atone
For the wrongs done to the ones with rights, all the karma evens it up at the final moan.

Seen enough, battles in the wars before the young boys and girls with britches yanked up
Moved into the uniforms’ combat boots, striped up or metal bars, clusters or stars in a cup
Alive until they’re dead, regardless of the discharge of honor or loss of O9 pay-grade’s grape
Don’t you think about anything, therefore you don’t exist, a Cartesian form of a UFO shape.

You said, gin, whiskey, bourbon, vodka are fine but 180 proof has no equal, hangover, over
Refused the acceptance of the liberty and freedom of speech, idiot slave owner’s hot lover
Walkin’ slow down boulevards and avenues leading to the target, no way to ever look back
Disappearance into a woodwork’s rhythm & rhyme, knowledge is a stack of clickity-clack.

Trees all forested, made toothpicks and burnt-down houses on dead-end streets’ T bone
Elements disintegrate a left over chunk of subatomic particles, love, charm & an i-phone
Dancin’ on the floor or up in the air above the parkay wood, it’s all in the Eden’s gardener
Everything & all in between it all, the whole shebang has no mercy, good God’s a herder.

Stay in line until you’re sheered or butchered, used to warm bare skin & feed the blood
Like fake vampires yet without liquid flows from source to the guts of carnivorous food
You are what you all eat, someday something will be you when y’all get eaten by honkies
Beepin’ their freaky sounds both day & night, extinction’s comin’, wait for it ye Monkeys!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June 1^st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crafted as I jammed to @CarlosSantana feat. @RobThomas link #SMOOTH @ https://youtu.be/6Whgn_iE5uc?si=DDqUS2jJsl5c8PqE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FatherOfMine redux from the past August 23rd 2018 A.D. (6 years ago)

NICE & EASY, FUNERAL Pyre's ON

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I was hollowed out and naked the day I was born, an empty vessel of organic musical DNA

Without a purpose other than to become old and die, to become remembered and forgotten

What it’s worth is nothing at all in the future scheme of things, matter and energy stardust

Please don’t try to stuff #jazz you were fed, ate and now've become the mouth for, the puss.

I am and you are no more than you see in your mind’s eyes, if you think more, dying will tell

Sooner or later, you and I will lock horns. you’ll go down first ‘cause I want you in the blues

I’m still a youngster and there’s a lot of breathing left to do, without help from the MD crews

Portions of this program have been censored for the satiation of the minions whose IQ’s lose.

Nobody knows how much you or I know about Creation of the universe or of your ma’s bawl

In any case of buying time in this space, there is a trade-off, pay attention or you’ll take a dive

Coming straight out of Chicago or Compton or Harlem, dust into ashes of the Reaper’s hall

Your head will be either completely severed from your neck or you’ll be eaten, dead or alive.

Conclusions which are deduced or induced are in any case, merely assumptions Mr Postman

I write letters and they get returned to sender ‘cause the #’s & zones don’t exist, goddamman

She must have been a mirage then ‘cause she WAS here and now she’s done gone, out of sight

I am very apologetic about the whole anti-mojo hookup to yo’ mama, nobody knows or cares.

Jump off of the cliff with me, you’ve got two choices, come or go back, there’s nothing left

Choice has nothing to do with it, it’s a force to be reckoned with for the sake of soul theft

There’s no such thing as a punished soul for sins of the flesh and bones, so sorry ‘bout that

Take that to the bank and cash it in, it’s worth more than diamonds and gold, chit’s #Fat.

Your fortune is the luck of the draw and a roll of the bones, trip aces or snake eyes, you lose

Winning is only for the ones who always get away with the murder of the insect and human

Nobody tattles tales on the wonderful ones with all of the marbles and cache, marbles’ booze

#Nothing matters, everything’s gonna be alright, the gods’ return to sender, an extinct man!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 23, 2018 Thursday @ 5:11 PM

{ Drafted listenin’ to #Everclear#FatherOfMine & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MA? That you Ma? #LetsRockTheRaceHorse #TheFixWasIn #CarWash #FamilyGuy #ShouldaBeenACowboy

TIMING’S EVERYTHING

Nothing in the universe is known and nekid wisdom is exposed to rare Earth’s eyes
Filled with the bloody knives that stabbed the monsters all up in my head of dreams
For the last time, just like the first time in the middle of speakin’ the mind of tongues
I moved to California’s single wide to a double wide, I ain’t for no ape’s sad ass songs.

I’m clappin’ on the boards of executive services, elevate your conscious mind of bone
In church with sinners & in ivory towers with an elephant tusk, blinds closed at home
Jukebox played my hoedowns jams with played like games of religion all in my mind
Amigo just like me, mon amie we’re gonna bite our tongues to keep the peace, I’m fine.

Conman makin’ some iced tea on the last day of biting my tongue, tellin’ a bad joker
That the joke ain’t funny, there’s no humor in the tragedy of your comedy, just poke her
She won’t care if she’s rolled and in the corpus dillecti mode, Mother Earth come here
Whisper words, every one of them A to Z, conman pronouns verbalizing prepositions.

Cabal of chumps coached your children, innocent boy-girls who followed commands
Game began before you and I knew it was a fixed game, we concoct all too human gods
Cooler whip pie with a grey hair in it, you ate it, we all swallowed the pablum of daddy
On the one hand, idiots are afoot and on the other hand, morons in love with mommy.

You played at Hearts, Spades, Pinochle, Poker and Bridge to somewhere up in heaven
All greased gears grinding in the powershift during the drag race, I won the ¼ in seven
Actually 7.2 in the ¼ & nobody has ever broken the record, until now, I’m doin’ it in 6.9
Fix is in & out by the burgers & mustard near the wine & cheese, germs kill the 3rd kind.

Stuck in the middle with the honey and the mountain dew, place in Space for Homers
Kick you in the head before your first communion & last confession before you croak
Like a frog croakin’ more like a toad in pollywog stage of enlightened fake news blurs
Fantasy and reality merge as a gamete allows flagella to animate the creative ol' bloke.

Alive kickin’ until the rear view mirror disintegrates into finite, fragmented black holes
One blew up & now this here, there & now is what we’ve got to deal with, us & them too
I’m dead after I’m alive, all too human monotheistic divinity imports mortal, blue souls
I kid you not, again, once upon a Time in Space, the sound was silent snare rigmaroles.

Target in the middle of the bull’s eye, where angels fear to go without arms, wing flyers
From the first human who jumped off a cliff without LSD mind blowing, replica wingers

 Adam to astronaut, out beyond Uranus’ that Jesus, Buddha, Krishna & Confucius knew
Looked precisely like the image in the #LookingGlass, reflection of the chit that I blew.

Moms and pops know the thing they did to make the rest of us in the Festivus spell
To be or not to be here & now for a spell, that’s existence per se, hell no, I never fell
From above or below this montage of gas expelled from the blown cosmic cylinder
Planted Mary Jane’s seed into fertile ground, I got head, Mama’s THC smoke bender.

Low inside where even stupid men fear to go, it’s that point of no return, you read me
Hope you do, the message is not for you if you don’t ascertain the gist of the History
First Cause to the dissolution implosion of the Singularity, teacher taught a teaching
First Word, do, done is second, that’s all folks, comedy & tragedy of the divine’s sting.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, III-X-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Scored from the Void while listenin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (long version) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?