#MakeMyWISHcomeTrue @MariahCarey #Snow #Ice & #Missletoe #AllIWantForChristmas #PleaseComeHomeForChristmas #TheEagles

BE IN HARM’S WAY, DONE MY WAY, AQUA BLUES TO TRUMP A QUEEN

Surround squares by woke lovers equal to the matrix’ rubric cube effect, 1 angel’s 1st cause

Whatever heats and freezes is all there is, matter or immaterial, special effect of gold dust

You care ‘til you can’t laugh any longer & you begin to cry about the death of the fallen One

Poor old spirit first created out of Nothing by the matrix, no accidental conception, my son.

Rich beyond the billions of the wealthy in universal atomic fission & fusion, a particle of silk

Leftovers once Big Bangs pass from a Future’s forwarding to the Past’s Presence, a fool’s ilk

Follow a bouncin’ ball that leads us all from the dream between your ears & reality of a goof

Trip with or without the generosity of pot plants we hex into magic potions, we’re 180 proof.

I gave it all for nothing, trained to survive in the center of dire straits, distributed at random

No recollection of a guilt complex of historical, ancient civilization & the ocean’s sea scum

Knowing Nothing itself as well as you can without saying a thing about its zeroed empty sun

Hits, playin’ @Motorcity @Motown song & rockin’ #Suspicions among us, strait shot’s 151.

Code too complex for a simple mind, calculus’ trigonometry & analytic, ancient philosophy

Above the sky that’s blue in the daytime, pitch-black spread-out coast to coast on the spin

Ask your mama for Truth, since your father’s either dead or just vanished upon a THC cloud

Life is what the hell it is, it knows the occult mystery of magicians, pretender’s holy shroud.

I won’t ever tell you I told you so, I didn’t tell you so, there was a secret to be kept, a promise

To the One who left Space’s matrix, y’all fell out of Earth’s spin, above, below, what to miss?

You’re not the ashen bones in the funeral pyre’s display, you ain’t in the undertaker’s casket

Where you are is better than a quart of formaldehyde replacement of the vampire’s biscuit.

Wings on my back, only one chosen to hang on to my invisible tail, she won’t ever let it go

Eventually we’ll be where we’ve always been, everywhere that a Big Bang can go, we blow

The function of mathematics cannot be denied, it originates with a point-to-point lineup

Then an imagination erasure of the space between the ears, within the skull & bone’s cup.

Runneth over due to an effulgence of I don’t know what, subatomic waste of rainbow trash

Hate & Love, imaginary fruits and vegetables from the plants & trees of liquid and gas hash

One more chance before you die and way before lying on your death bed’s ground of being

Movement animating all I need, transformation of Form & Matter, still a Star in Singh-Singh.

My father & mother told me to follow the leader until I figured out how to live in my own way

From the bootstrings in basic training to the fully vested retiree embedded in solid ground

We all live on it, some of us believe we don’t and we’re not responsible for the outcome day

Final judgement on your acts of good & evil’s commands, law-code well known rule to play.

Find out you’re mortal and your skin and bones will leave happiness behind in a 6-foot hole

Only if you’re fortunate, some get a body bag of bones, some nothing but Earth’s mink stole

Hot sun melts the tar upon the roof, your feet ain’t fireproof, so hot yo’ sandals wanna die

Under the boardwalk down by the sea, me & my baby on a blanket eatin’ a hot dog & fries.

You father, a man, loved a mother, yours or somebody else’s mama, disseminating the fool

From coast to coast and border to border, papa was a rolling stone wild with gravity’s cool

Chance and the free will to cause the effects that happen to darling couples, incubate an X

May be a Y combined code without intent, just lucky to become present, Gods live for Sex.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Freezember XXII^nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Appropriated via the Calculus of the Void function, jammed to @MarvinGaye #LetsGetItOn in a #Motown Top 100 Greatest Hits in a loop on youTube, link @ https://youtu.be/eYBS1WZeb9o }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?

#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 }