#PenniesFromHeaven #LincolnCopperBillions

HOW WE REALLY FEEL DEEP

DOWN INSIDE, ‘TIL WE DON’T

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssss

One tries to see what the blind see within perpetual darkness, daily 24/7/365 ala Gods

No other way to explain the genetic mutation or the accidental loss of cones and rods

No smoke, no fire, no bones to pick with anyone but your own dumb luck, on to fight

You all get what you came for, you wanted to live no matter what, without the insight.

Beer and wine not to mention the spirits that got a bit better than formaldehyde brew

Didn’t have to go to the end of the line, end your life for a drink and an ace you drew

Why an ace would be the harbinger of the fate you met, nobody cares, it’s all over now

Tears fall from your eyes and from the whole planet’s melted snow & ice, lips just blow.

Hair for some reason, bare skin for some reason, it’s all there is everywhere in the cakes

Baked solar systems & galaxies impossible to fathom, yet we all name the unknown fakes

Hard or soft rocks left over from the big bang or whatever you call that came of a job blow

Mud, blood, tears followed behind until the final curtain call, one more bow for the bravo.

Bear in mind that from one cell, then two, four, eight etcetera ad infinitum, is all you & I are

All I am is identical to all you are, believer or not, you could be a moron and it’s not that far

From the origin & final destination of the presence of your imaginary spirit/soul, roll caravan

To a promised land never really promised at all, just imagined to be true, based on a 1st Man!

From a Tower of Babel, we’ve come to find that we cannot leave Earth without a Space-X ship

It’s Time for Space to expose the infinite ends that can only be fathomed by All That I Am, skip

Without a beat, there’s no rhythm & rockin’ to keep the bones swayin’ to the mother of us all

Effulgence of some plasmatic waves of photons & tachyons that burn so we can groove this ball.

Fear to monger but it will all dissolve because it is magnetically attracted to mighty original sin

Worlds of babbling apes in layers like an idiot dagwood sandwich, every type of eats in a skin

In no uncertain terms, it’s the principle of the thing itself, not the appearance but where it’s at

No clue on the actual Truth about preexistence anywhere in cyberspace, I guess it’s all bull scat.

Love and the lack of it seems to be a whole lot of guesses about why animals date and mate

Thrust by chemical reactions of RNA hormones to create something from an ad infinitum rate

A plethora of plasma, contracting and expanding, hoping to become all too human very soon

Missing the point if you don’t follow the bouncing ball, the writing is on the wall, phuqin goon!

Built up for the breakdown for no reason other than it’s the only way it can be, all the way it is

Talking but nobody hears a word being said by anyone in any language of the Babblers who fish

In the rivers & seas without the lures or the bait, the herd starves from a lack of death to bite

Praying on knees with eyes closed, heads in hands, bowing down to an invisible power, we fight.

Rigor mortis wins the battle, you won’t think about it long, just a second out of the century too

Some more bitten and others a score less bitten, everyone becomes just a bite out the blue, pal

You don’t see it comin’ because if you did you’d avoid the trip on death, invisible, inevitable too

Hot water & frozen in a New York minute, how the End of the World annihilates it, witch’s brew.

Hard liquor and soft heads endure the survival of the most fit, their mothers protected the sorry

Which all of them were and will be until the end of Time, theirs & all Time in general, hare kari

Beams shining into the deep, dark hole that has no atoms to burn, absorbed into a voided blue

On the one hand, you’ve got the upper hand & on the other well, the others just hand it to you.

Pressure implodes into the Singularity, memories purged out of mind, essence preceding existence

Creeds of breeds all full of mythological pretensions, imagined by pre-educated mystic psychics

Honed skills to persuade the apprentice of Nothing’s presence everywhere, to make it a live pal

Nobody else will be up to the challenge, elevation out of ignorance to Nirvana, joker’s siIdekicks.

Illusionary before your time, just in time before you run out of time, as all-time permits us all

In Space on Earth, beginning long after the Earth began its 1st revolution around a new Zen scree

In Time on Earth, above & beyond the stratosphere far away from the Now, a death recalls

Here and now before we’re tagged for being a herbivore or carnivore, a guilty pleasure reverie.

Hot keys to open the war locks and to release the hounds, a criminal of epic proportions too

High time you’ve realized that this reality is all smoke mirrors, all sergeants & officers can do

Anything a mind can conjure will manifest functions of one to ten, bring a knife to a gunfight

You stop the whole shebang because you can, it’s your party of One, grind is on the far right.

Jewels’ ice, rubies, emeralds, topaz & sapphire rocks left over from the big bang particles

Part baby and part old man, the infant speaks with logic and reason without pretension shills

Halting the doubting is therapeutic and if done sufficiently efficiently, succeeds in its function

Blind faith relieves the anxiety of not knowing the unknown and fearing it as if a boogie gun.

Planets don’t matter in the long run, the universe is in retrograde of a Big Bang onto a Peep

Nobody will hear it, everybody will enter the twilight zone without a map, no going to sleep

It’s forever and a day, given the rest of eternity to skip to whichever beat is louder than Word

Slips out a subtle form, as a joke, conundrum of a riddle, deep inside, it’s all about big bird.

If you don’t ask me questions then I won’t tell you any lies, it’s the thing I prove, Nothing’s true

Bring me the truths you’ve been told & have blind faith in, I’ll show you a narrow path to roll

Upon the killing & regenerating from graft, the ends still remain sacrosanct, no mother, no Man

Orphans have them, privileged sons & daughters of holy and it’s opposite, unholy boogeyman.

In search of the miraculous took so long, infinity turned into the past, present & future at once

Imagine when pure light diminishes as the burning fire turns into cinders, kicker never punts

It’s a fake & a pitch out to the tailback who passes 70 yards downfield for a win, point spread

Bet wins the kit n’ kaboodle, 5,000 on a sign so you let it ride another time, lost, you’re dead.

You’ve been punched in the face before, if not you’re missing out on the surprise of flying stars

Maybe on the way down to the ground as you fall like a chopped down redwood, you blackout

When you awaken, you missed the ambulance ride & your miracle comeback from a death trap

God was in my ambulance, drivin’ through town like there was no tomorrow, you sat on my lap.

History from day one to the day after I die is not written down, hence it will be a sad numbing

A cipher-coded pseudo-science applied the astrophysics to a triple helix reverse ding-a-ling

Skeletons left over from the holocaust of neutrons cancelling out fool’s gold ore, bitcoin chit

Betting the future will produce a profit rather than a deficit for the ledger, words up, phuq it!

Just wanted you to know everything you’d always wondered about, what makes y'all tick tock

Heads to toes, everybody’s the same but different in some idiosyncratic malfunction, stuck

Artistically formed & isolated from the Truth for a reason, it’s too good to be true, the lowdown

Project the holy hole, black or white, yin or yang, self-defense with no alibi, hold my old crown.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. VETERANS’ DAY 11-11-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Downloaded from the ID as above, so below while jammin’ to @TheRollingStonesAlternateTakes on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Tru9fFRkQR0?si=OunqqOwykSOp2AXd }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GypsyMan #CallMeOne #GrandSlamsMLB2025 (April-August) #Chicago #LakeHumuhumunukunukuapua'ua

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

In the last strand of string theory, there’s a lack of anything but the Void’s holy water

Maybe it flows and maybe it doesn’t, it might be ice, vapor, or an evaporated molecule

Matter, It is all that matters, words created from lines in the sand or red dirt, an original

No copies anywhere else in the solar system, galaxy & arguably entire universe of HAL.

Blown job inside of your recon kit, in case you get the Jones’ runnin’ amok in a wet dream

Within that wet dream once again, dreaming that you’re dreaming & can’t wake up a team

Faith in what will happen tomorrow is a phantom of everybody’s opera, faith no more in it

Sounds & feelings to hear & feel, sights to see, scents to whiff, all immaculate taste of chit.

What I can say, I can tell you all, you may not believe but you certainly will in live thin skin

Lying in a morgue or just fell into some unimaginable situation, at Peace or in the holy War

In the end of the line, there is the oneness like no other place in the whole universe’s spin

Dripping iced, boiled coffee grounds until clearwater turned to chocolate brown for ½ & ½.

Apparently, the appearance of a shining light in the darkness is a magnetic attraction to It

Anything of any planetary species requires rivers and seas to flow, incredibly golden chit

Before mankind discovered WORD, there were only bacteria and viruses to be, a Big Bang

Think anything but rhythm and rhyme & you’re in good company, a queer quotient rang.

Cause just before the primary one to be the godfather/godmother/god Amma for reals

Hits and misses when you have nothing but fortune and accident become moot, Id feels

But the super-Ego and it’s only minion, the Ego mind mines the diamonds, drinkin’ Tang

Dreams nothing but reality you find incredible, you have the Will to Power the shebang.

Did you live out your life to be thrust to the end of the universe, no saving holy Ones in

This Twilight Zone of Causes & Effects created in perpetuity to the inner demons, all I am

Twinkle little or big star, it’s all the Will to Power gleaned from the classics of talkin’ heads

Right here & right now, tools only telescope and microscopic flick of the switched creeds.

Originating before presence in fertilized ovum form, you didn’t exist, once & for all Time

Synchronized minds of millions to group think one way, never another way but One, ever

Criticize my critique of Syntactic Structures, Noam Chomsky all good, I don’t GAF, I’m free

Pops asked me if I had any questions about birds & bees, gave the lowdown, apple tree.

Down the same drain your forefathers measured for burial & atom distribution to the wind

Man, unkind as it sounds, must eliminate the roaches, rats & odor defalcation all in the mind

Dim lights & dim wits all of which become burnt into ash, disbelief kicks the cans dead ends

I’ve lived & died right there at the dead end, by a fire hydrant between cotton tree depends.

Fire in the hole, subject after subject from Spell to Math to Geographical Wah-Wah cultures

Looking for work to get paid to pay for the food to eat & quarters to inhabit, bunkbed pure

Systematic as the Earth wobbles & revolves about a burning black hole, you can’t look hotrod

Naturally you’ll go blind, your retina can’t get next to the God, we worship, the sun of God!

Over & under the plans of mankind, there never were any except pictographs & hieroglyphs

Inside of caves on the walls, inked up & never rain washed, why & where they came from

Nobody knows, a bunch of the foreigners before the USA became the power, all masons free

On being a man who knew the lowdown, it pays to have good karma, be nice as the nymphs.

Lost the light in the darkness, didn’t pay bills, I was laid off, I lost my paycheck on the lottery

Loaned more from the Man, interest 25% compounded daily, I’m now the gangster of a hood

Hired the spies & compiled the strategies, executed the plan in a perfect synchronization ditty

Secured on an island, hilarious as Gilligan’s show, mamas fine, species survived, got all woke!

A jitterbugging for the rocks that used to roll before the necrosis set into the sinews & bones

Still kickin’ in my barn though, got the bull by the horns and it’s the prize of the holy i-phone

Got all wound up ‘cause we were gettin’ ready to roll up to the coast, rockin’ by the seaside

Pacific or Atlantic don’t matter, I’ll take the Gulf of America down below Texas, my fly bye.

Mixed up only deep within my own thin skin, bones & sinews keep the verve keepin’ cover

To my one mind’s eye, the two in the sockets and I know the ending of sight-seeing, it’s over

Morning dawn to the sunset of evening, chimes of the bell tower wakin’ up the i-Phones

Growing upon the whippersnappers who bounced on the knee & then threw the stones.

Rising up to the top where the cream survives the heat of the burn into gas, empty tanker

Ran out of the fuel long before the cruise in darkness, floating and gliding down to Earth

Peels of the peaches and space junk that floated about until gravity called it a mortal’s sin

So and so, it’s what y’all are, what I am is what I am or what is it? Figment of imagination.

All completely severed from the Oneness, being just one of the many billions is shorthanded

Nothing t’all you nor I may inject will help the situation become optimal for the minions of all

You know and I know that many fish are Humuhumunukunukuapua’a, but they do not know

No brain or mind, just swim, consume, inject ova with Cheerios & Wheaties juice, let’s blow.

All gypsy men lookin’ for their homes, they got to find a place for the safe home to slide into

Hearts and souls depleted regenerate the effulgence lost in the trip down the fallopian tubes

Maybe you’ll run right into the exact target you’ve aimed for, maybe not, you may die empty

Just because you thought you were so pretty, took advantage of the miracle I made, yeah, me!

Calming the sea of tidal waves comin’ into the Jersey shore, chairman of the board’s orders it

Hence, the water stops churning undertow & acts as a swamp, dead sea of life, not one teat

Keeping out of places we’re not allowed to go due to pressure on our genome, we blow sheet

Can’t glean the Truth from the bull’s scat applied to philosophy & religion, I’m agnostic, Eff It!

Pressure inside a container will implode if the whole shebang is inside of a vacuum sans air

Hits and misses on the bulls’ eyes are what it’s all about, you will never know the Words again

Silence is as golden as the silver bullets in the werewolves’ heads and hearts, but I don’t care

Words, sworn in pathetic vulgarity, in jest or in complete disbelief of the Whole, a Holy Zazen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbB0FOrynAA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Got wood ??

GRAND SLAMS 2025 A.D.

@SophieCunningham rockin' #Red #Whitey & #Blueswomen @Mingas #SAXLapisLazuli BLUES PURPLES ULTRAVIOLET #GimmeBackMyBullets (at the end) @LynyrdSkynyrd

@SophieCunningham

@NOBEL BRASS KNUCKLES,

 BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP,
 GONE ALL THE WAY

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Four score, seven years ago means 87 years ahead, Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address

System analysis indicates, “What the hell does that mean anyway,” you all guess

Idiots mate with morons and the human race is on, it’s all Win, Place or Show it

Losers are the biggest pile of lost bet ticket holders, favorite #’s of a hunch orbit.

Chances are, you will never come out on the winning end of betting, odds all out

Of the House & Book, you labor at work, get paid & lose it to the kid of no doubt

Always tryin’ to get even, that’s impossible, million to one you’ll guess, android

Wake up every morning, pull a broken arrow out your wither, shoot at an x-Void.

Zip your lips when it’s time to shut yo’ phuquin up, I can’t tell if that will help us

News is old & in the way of the new world’s order in the rack’s break, eight ball

Barter for the best place in Space when you’re there, then you gotta go, it’s hell

It’s all in the lines of the rhythm & rhyme, black, white, red & yellow magic buzz.

Fighting to be first in line to get what’s being given non gratis, milk, eggs & soap

Care packages come from over the sea to me, from the soul who took the Time

Keeping me in mind when I was so far away & couldn’t return without orders

Sorry I can get through the doors of hell at the end of the line, over borders.

Brought the full complement of punches, elbows, knees & foot kicks to hits

Above and below the thighs, never in the jewels or holy OM of us all to bits

Squeeze in and out of the last place on Earth that you’ll ever be, twilight den

Door closes & disappears once you enter, look back to laugh at original sin.

What’s happening is a sleeper is dreaming but unaware that life’s but a dream

So, for eternity, he rows a boat gently down a stream, singin’ about Mary Lee

O’Toole, she was more than that, protected by her officer Krumpke pop, shotgun

I was just going to ask her to my prom, guess the dad didn’t want me for a son.

Well, that’s too old to dwell on, movin’ from 1969 to 2025, WTF was all of that?

Jesus Christ didn’t help me after I served all those masses for the holy churches

All those confessions of my sins against the ten commandments, all for what?

Nothing, I know, I’ve grown up after my dad wasted cash on parochial perches.

Bums and junkies find somebody to love, something to eat, drink, a crash pad

Under a lean-to or a rural bridge as a troll not scared of boogie men as sublime

Sons & daughters indiscriminately get what’s comin’ to them, accidents in time

More or less, to be or not to be matters only while alive, not after death dread.

Shook your foundations until they crumbled to the dust they originated from

A star blew its top, go figure out the damage to the poor boy & girl grownup

Please & thank you for the coverage of the Truth, as I know it, aye, die, yo too

Moms & pops ain’t grateful for the abundance of mortal danger, it’s a set up.

Screaming for hotter stuff that you can squeeze into the freezer for a deep cut

Means are the ways to get to the point where you’re uncertain about your butt

Here and now, you wind up in a pickle without a suit, up to your neck in G-pills

WTH that is, gravity matter consumed, G-pills, keeps your scat/shyt in foothills.

Sneezing and coughing gas you can’t manage, then you come back for more, eh?

Just like the first time, the last time is just the only time you talk to all strangers

To be a monk in a monastery, danger & red lights flashing’ you all ain’t able at all

Doing the do means check unhinged, illogical punk tricks to obfuscate The Call.

Now, it’s time again, to stand up or sit down but either way, to fight it, MF shyt

No absolute way to get away from it, survival of the most fit, you’ll die on a diet

The whole kit and kaboodle is on the line, either you live or you die at the ends

Dancin’ on stage matters as long as you can walk, H2O leaked into the Depends.

Carry around the wisdom & the stench of extinction, all species have a program

You & I have the wisdom, knowledge & ignorance in balance, it’s all Uncle Sams

All of them on all seven continents, they are old & beautiful with the original sin

Inherited without any bargain, you all got lucky, it’s hard to be born, God balms.

You’re gonna die like all grand folk, ain’t Nunny a business why, just go die there

Back in business as above, so below, the Void does what it does, we’re residue

Priests tried the sacrifice to the heavens, didn’t work, so they split atoms in two

For the defense of the dead ones who survive in the mind of Gods, all dead too!

Done when it’s all over, the dream ends, you awaken to more light than the dark

Causes precede effects and the demand of the dragon is overwhelming, I snark

Minds of the One is the Mind of the Man, God’s divine dam of H2O in thin skin

We got it, I’ve got it, many have had it & lost it, RIP to happy Eve girl/Adam boy.

Fire bore me in liquid matter, it was an innocent set-up, to be set free, annihilate

A whole shebang melts and shrivels like plastic Saran wrap around an idiot box

She got dilated before I was fully cooked in the cosmic soup, it happens, it’s bait

I swallowed it all, hook, line & sinker as a starving chip off the block might rock.

Wound up the chain around my thin neck, stopped the effulgence to the mind It

Death resulted and mortality’s observance, rigor mortis & a granite stone in shyt

Ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, I learned K-12, a 13-17 year program

Y’all phu-qups, check your six, it’s a clusterphuq & my name is yo, all too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini “x” AMPMST

{ Cranked this decadence out while jammin’ to @ACDC link @

https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI?si=5pUn1MdPz24E9yf8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MakeAWishBaby #ITwillComeTrue

#THROWwooDOWN

C-NOTE SPENT ON A BAD BLUNT
‘ X ‘

Free to roam the north and south poles, to float or fly around spouse & wife

Hills all used to be completely underwater, mountains were buried in H2O

Dream of my greatest grandparents, to find a reasonable caveat to survive

Nobody gets out alive and no one knows the Truth, a blind Faith, blown jive.

Matilda & Popeye up and ran away with the spoon, dollar bill y’all you know

Shy or bold, do what you can to get your dithers or look out up/down below

Love ate the heart, chewed the beats, pumped fire hydrants’ water in streets

Dead ends or back streets loving balls of the foot, base, extra point baskets.

Seen & heard or heard & unseen, parallel lines of existence, luck of the draw

On a plateau walkin’ along a ridge ‘til the time arrived for a 2nd incarnation

Strike out 24 batters in a row & you’ve got a perfect game, a Syndrome sin

Lies out of my mouth while lying down in the lay of the land, all is out & in.

Rose up from the rigor mortis’ joint freeze-out, ghost of a spiritual quirk

Melted the frozen tundra until it began to melt the rock, roll an earthquake

Drunk on the alcohol that runs in between brain synapses, immersed jerk

Off the plantation as it should be, galivanting from pebbles to a stonework.

Island drifting in appearance only, the H2O is evaporating into Outerspace

Buzzards & all flyin’ insects have all of the keys to the padlocks’ interface

Interference of the clarity turning counter-clockwise on a highway to Hell

Means Blues turns into the people’s hillbilly moonshine to a farmer’s dell.

Ennui fillin’ up the empty tank between your ears, vacant sign blinks off

Narrow path in the middle will lead us all to the end, like it or not it’s on

Unemployed skills at the ready, fully loaded for the task at hand or less

Help nobody crying for it, aid those that need & desire ultra happiness.

Quiksilver, platinum, gold and brass rolled into magnetic balls of fire

Unsaved for a future moment that’s not only invisible but also so dire

Dire straits containing the evaporation, protecting territorial virginity

Stolen hero valor & annexed dry land without ocean, lake or river city.

Mothers got out of town fast, packed bags & flew the coup in due time

Orphaned the boys & girls who barely knew that this life’s but a dream

Rollin’ down the rivers downstream to the lakesides, seaside’s of sand

Man and woman, boy or girl, eggs split by the “XY” gamete, too human.

Mirror reflecting my drinking, it makes no problem disappear, as I think

Or maybe I won’t think about it at all, it’s a dream within a dream, a fink

Of mice & my entrails, graves of cemeteries and Davey Jones’ lock of sea

All encompassing, eternal universe, blinkin’ 32 times, It’s good to be free.

Alewife fish were underwater then they got crowded in a great evaporation

Fake life was becoming extinct as we know it, this is the species’ extinction

Tick tock sound of a certain alarm clock, continues to discontinue the flows

Ask yo’ mama, Truth is you’re ‘A’ drip leftover by a random guy’s job-blows.

What a jamochs these people are, populating the area’s blood, sweat & tears

Beans into the mix, gas blown into proportion of that thing, smiling fears

On the beginning of the line, it starts and then it’s immersed into the mood

Heart in a soul, elevated superpower’s sucker punch, blow job’s holy food.

Spermatozoa rhyming with the protozoa, scum of the Earth the medium low

Everything with or without a word said, meaning of life is too low of a blow

Doctors can’t alleviate the pain with a pill or magic spell of witch or warlock

Allstar Twitter “X”, wields omnipotent power, suffer, I’ll absorb you, Block!

Die today or tomorrow but not yesterday, it’s the Truth about it all, Eureka

Find it & you will never forget, you go to the party & you’re experienced, uh

I kid you not, serious certainty cannot be overlooked, get ready to stay set

It’s a go, Houston we have a problem, Space is empty, God’s dead? You bet.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 7-19-2025 AD @ 333 PMPST

{ Crushed a ditty to jam of @AmyWinehouse #GrapvineJam LIVE @ https://youtu.be/9PpWBS3mf7w?si=pQ_u6MLssAKTmwCB & #PrettyWoman clip @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KFvoDDs0XM&list=RD3KFvoDDs0XM&start_radio=1 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

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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 }

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