#LifesTooShort #ShortPeepoGotNobody @DarylsHouse @DianeBirch #PhiladelphiaFreedom #JumpToTheRhythm #DontTryToLayNoBoogieWoogie

NE'ER FOOLED TWICE HENCE,

 I GOTTA GO

Mexico down below Canada, there’s an ocean coastal erosion to Shambala

For once on Earth, there’s nothing more important than survival of da nada

I mean for real as a Void without pain or suffering, light can’t shine on it all

Impossible to deduce a logical conclusion, as I lay dying before dawn’s call.

Premium to prevent mortality’s call of the wild, back home to the atom egg

You know & I know what it feels like at the dead-end street in 2nd city’s peg

Westside the best side, all of my centered oneness took precedence thereat

In the alleys, on my bikes, playin’ in streets, parks, playgrounds, a gym rat.

Funny that a recollection triggers the rest of the scat that formed into words

Some written & others thoughts or orations to paper & processors, for birds

Subject in the nest changes once the journey begins to the guilty pleasures

Sensory perception keeping the order and law together for posterity’s tours.

Duty calls in an obligation to take care of the situational awareness, all told

Being an American, first young & then old, Illinois to Mississippi & Cali gold

Fillers between Texas, Montana & South KOR, nearly died in a nuclear scree

Clearly, it was worth a 4-year obligation to my country, a Life’s master PhD.

Not my 1st rodeo, I got kicked in the head by a buckin’ bronco just because

No reason at all, just mad that I approached from the rear, I got a good buzz

Goofy pain meds to keep my head from fallin’ off of my neck, heck a crazy

Stayed in the middle with me as long as you could, they soul got too lazy.

Make amends but can’t get across the bridge, it’s how much I cared for you

Can’t ask anything but how you doin’ & hope you’re doin’ well, I ain’t blue

No more of that for me, life’s too short to be at One & then bust in two ½’s

Not casting aspersions, unpleasant facts that are germane, black cow calves.

Pinch yourself & once awake, eat humble pie for the rest of Time on Earth

Knowing you’re gonna die when you cry might tip a scale, genius’ life’s a skit

Do whatever you can whenever you can with whom you can, man, that’s it

Free choice to live in or out of pain, mortality we’re lucky to have, old birth.

When the teachers in school tutored the child within you, they injected guilt

Right or wrong, good or evil, the paranoia creeps into your morality’s silt

All left over from the dead relatives and other fellow humans from the Past

They knew nothing & pretended writing it all down would help descendants.

To discover and then to assume that awareness of this or that is the Truth

Fine with me but I’m fine being an atheist ghost who reincarnated NEVER!

Glad to have become Man, seven or more decades’ cult of split personality

Where & when this takes place in Space, here & now on a planet of new birth.

Jingles the bells to stay awake or else the nodding will lead to full nap time

The trip is that you’ve forgotten that you’re trippin’ & nobody else is at all

Difficult to be the only one who has a dream that turns to dust, tip on a dime

Losers can’t see the Truth, winners know when to play, fold a hand or call.

It’s right now, speaking of then meaning either past or future, I am present

Notions passing in & out of the conscious awareness, recall or reject lament

Circular argument begins where they end, here’s one in a form of old bards

Predicate & feel pleasure & pain, you came in spurts, glass broken shards.

I screamed her name over and over again, “Mary!” she never came though

Walks in the parks, dates at drive-ins, dancin’ at the sock hops, what a blow

I was down on the killin’ floor many times, didn’t think about the girls’ dads

I should’ve though, they teamed up to get daughters’ names in a black book.

Lying down in some Mexican grass, I blew my mind as if it needed a job too

High upon the mountaintop, stripped naked & in a trip that wouldn’t end it

On and on it went for what seemed like days & nights, only two hours, I spit

Wonderful sometimes, recall prior to demise, all you had, I pray to be blue.

Pushin’ your buttons that go on and off at will, it creates this band of goofs

The fruits of the labor that dead men left for their nieces’ and nephews’ ilk

Children of nobody but the extinct future evolution of germs, all inanimate

Hucksters bark, sheeple follow flocks they’re born into, love dates of fate.

Want some candy to eat your sugar babies, if not, you keep your teeth

Dentures chewed the Dentyne and still, the jaws chomping didn’t see it

I know nothing & nearly everyone else knows everything, I’m at a loss

Full house, full boat, aces over kings, won’t win my gold, I’m the boss.

Future becomes Past leaping through the Present, like this here & now

Creatures created mortal but dead men are walking, as all the flyin’ ducks

In the end, when you’re finished with the trip, the program self-destructs

All you knew & everybody you’ve known become Void, extinct, take a bow.

Or so I’ve been told, Life is too short for some and not long enough for all

Born & raised to run the streets, pay the pied piper and avoid pain & scratch

Nobody wants to see scratches on the foreskin, infection invades the breach

Heal up, begin again, nearly immuned to bacteria, Life is a virus on a beach.

Sins against the princes & the paupers are equally delicious to the predator

Energy is required for the power muscles to push, pull, lift & throw mortar

Sail away before I arrive to see what’s been done since I’ve been gone away

Alone or with someone I don’t know, either way, I’m all there is, no F’n way!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, July XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Clipped this ditty rockin’ to a 70’s mix on youTube link #PhiladelphiaFreedom  @ https://youtu.be/hwcmvKvc91Q?si=D7iMCNjJjNTzlAVg }

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

BENJAMINS

THOUGHTS INSIDE MY PIECE OF MIND

GNAY & GNIY

#EverythingIsBroken @GeneKruppaDrums #SalMineoAsGeneKruppaHollywood

POCKETS EMPTY,

zero Clearance leeway

Take my word for it or not, there is nothing at the end of the forks in the roads except a Void

This is no criminal enterprise, yet it appears that it’s run by an unfriendly force of geek nerds

Be that as it may, ain’t no time for sergeants and generals, it’s all for One & One for all of it

We got to Earth accidentally, ask you mamas, now only God knows you’ll twit a tweet skit.

Shut down your radar so you don’t know that the End is incoming, not just you but all dirt

It’s not from Outerspace or another planet or solar system in the galaxy, us in a black hole

Disturbing it is, coming to fruition without a clue about the reason why Life exists, a Squirt

From a clueless distributor of rhyme & reason, devoid of both in essence of a sacred LOL.

Buying everything that’s for sale to resell at a profit when the supplies run out of holy Hells

High or low, underground preferred to recover the stolen goods from the ugly and the bads

Known or unknown, the rules and regulations remain sacrosanct, Live & Let Live, nutshells

Grain of the Truth as we know it, conceived, born, programmed to seek all narrow way fads.

Grime spins around, wobbles around, orbits around, runs amok around the solar plexi orbit

Who, what, where & why are the preemptory reflexes at the Origin’s Big Bang, disintegrated

No recollection of preconception either as a sperm or an egg, nor a fetus in an RNA scat pit

Look ‘round 360 degrees from where you sit & lie to me, now and then before y’all are dead.

Zippity Do Dah, Zippity Ehhhhhh, my oh my oh what a wonderful day, plenty of sunshine

Ol’ Jiminy Cricket’s rant when he rocked & rolled cartoons of my youth, drunk Disney wine

No way to stop it, nothing else was on but the News, old news remixed for the deception

Hurry away from the place in Space you inhabit, to avoid death by fear of being rat’s skin.

Beer, wine and spirits of every style cooked in a still or alcohol industrial disease racket

Used to be run by the mafia underground, then Jack Daniels & Seagram stole the show

Mr Bigstuff, who do you think you are, what would your mama say about her egg’s grow

It’s now for me to say, for me to know & for you to find out, it’s all there in the open glow.

Gone either with the wind or buried deep as shovels dig, maybe sunk to Davy Jones’ crib

Way down near the bottom silt that coats the core, too hot to handle, chilled by a wet face

A cooler star, Earth will reignite and return to it’s former glory, the sun of God, Adam’s rib

Kids the begotten daughters and mothers of the species’ genome, RNA/DNA panty lace.

Bob your head, duck your head down when the Time comes to snag one last gasp of O2

Rigor mortis and the stench of rotten, digestion and bacteria ingestion, hidden in the blue

Notes blown, air tubes, pluck anima sinews-strings, beat wood on stretched skin & metal

That’s all the melody, the rhythm and the beats to the payoff, end of the gig’s foot pedal.

Apes eating grapes grown in the vineyards, before the wrath comes with the winter’s Fall

From above the atmosphere, between asteroids & galactic atoms in gravitational collapse

Pits inside of the fruits are required to be here at all, where, why or how & just let it lapse

To the dead and yet to be born, it’s a moot point, dead ghosts don’t survive so have a ball.

Browbeaten before conception, karma an illusion of fools who don’t know God is dead

As above, so below, the concept of Creator of Everything is a fiction of the Pope’s head

Back in the day, hundreds of years ago, maybe millennia ago, we were all saints who die

Those who terminated God’s RNA line of sight, survived in a Tizzy fit, as low as most high.

Buying Time in the by-and-by may not be the best thing to do, nobody knows & I can’t tell

If you die and there’s nothing after life, who gives a hoot, Freddy may have nailed it in Hell

A nihilist way for the amigas and amigos of the one spouting efficacious comprehension

Of human & vermin walks of life, all things animated become stone silent in Time’s den.

Blood bleeds, souls have no skin in the game, a concept to screw your nuts into bolts

You nailed it before, winning and losing just the ending of the games’ high-stake revolts

Before you breathed the gas and after you can’t suck wind any longer, gotta pay the fees

World of Rich and Poor, pole to pole, around the equator, every dry spot between seas.

Wrecks below the sea, floated for a minute, displaced the gas of Hydrogen & Oxygen

Made it all cherry wine that no human can resist, it’s the blood flowing from God’s sun

Above my head, below my feet, it’s happened before & it will again, I’ll come & I’ll go on

To perfection of a smile on the Divine Face, like my mother Earth, she said, It Is Done!

Hot junk yard housing the junkies & Scotland yard housing the Bobbies or sheriff of Nots

In and out of the hot matrix mix, original sinners in a maelstrom of original dashes in dots

Better than you hoped, not as good as you wanted it to be, yet here you’re all right on top

Of piles of smiles and trials ancestors leftover in the safe, open amen, mankind is a flop!

Print the smiles for the camera, false faces’ bones that hide the Truth which ain’t so much

Just the facts man, nothing but the facts, Truth, I can handle the Truth, what about you fool?

Whether or not you can, here’s the truth for you in any case, you’re no place in Space, a Dot

Nothing more nor less, got bent by your folks, you’ll die & it’ll come back to haunt you too.

Highway ain’t movin’ for anybody, you got to hit that road to move & there’s no free choice

Move this animation or just be underground, unmoved mover woke up from a surreal place

Always sliding safe into home, hitting baseballs like there’s no tomorrow, 80 homer season

Just once, I struck out on a tip-foul, yet it was a knuckleball I could’ve hit to Folsom prison.

Saving face because I don’t appreciate embarrassment of the kinfolk and loves of my life

Hence, I’ve erased my historical record of ever being here & now, name & number deleted

Hit the ground running & hitch a ride on a Tesla to the moon and back, 186,000 miles 1-way

Back before you’re mother knew you were gone, on a UFO from midnight to Four, look away.

Offense taken, without retaliation, I accept the opinion you’ve gleaned from deception eyes

Astigmatic, far or near-sighted and nearly blind as a bat without radar, the skies full of pies

Cherry or lemon méringue or a Key Lime pie in my refrigerator to mix with my café con leche

Got woke, awakened, appeared I knew nothing more than uncertainty, my big Marlin catch.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 1st MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @SteelyDan #Aja (side B) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nWi_31DWMV0?si=meaWrKjMvJ9G463h )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Discovering Miles Davis Live

A Journey Into the Magic of Jazz

Miles Davis, the legendary figure of jazz, is synonymous with innovation, creativity, and unparalleled artistry. To experience his music live is to step into an extraordinary realm where sound meets soul, and improvisation becomes a language in itself. For those lucky enough to have witnessed Miles Davis live in his prime, the memories are etched forever, but for the many who explore his recordings and performances today, it is an unexpected discovery of genius.

The Genius of Miles Davis

Miles Davis was not merely a musician; he was a revolutionary. His ability to reinvent himself and jazz as a genre is unparalleled. From his early explorations of bebop to the birth of cool jazz, from modal jazz to fusion, Miles consistently pushed boundaries. His live performances were a testament to his adaptability and brilliance, showcasing how he could take an audience on a captivating journey, often marked by spontaneity and raw emotion.

The Energy of Live Performances

Listening to a studio recording by Miles Davis is one thing, but experiencing his live performances is an entirely different affair. His concerts were not scripted; they were fluid, unpredictable, and alive. Miles had the uncanny ability to create a dialogue with his band and his audience. His trumpet, often described as an extension of his spirit, would pierce through the air, leaving listeners in awe of its intensity and melancholy.

The interplay between Miles and his band members, whether it was John Coltrane, Herbie Hancock, or Wayne Shorter, was nothing short of magical. Each musician brought their unique voice to the stage, but under Miles' direction, their contributions often merged into a singular, transcendent experience. This energy is palpable in recordings of live performances such as "Live at the Plugged Nickel," "Miles at the Fillmore," and "Live in Europe 1967."

Iconic Live Albums

Miles Davis has left behind a treasure trove of live recordings that continue to inspire and amaze. These albums are windows into the dynamic atmosphere of his concerts:

"Live at the Plugged Nickel"

Recorded in 1965, this performance showcases Miles at his modal jazz peak, alongside his second great quintet. The session is renowned for its daring improvisations and rhythmic complexity, making it a classic among jazz enthusiasts.

"Miles at the Fillmore"

In 1970, Miles introduced his audience to jazz fusion, blending rock, funk, and jazz in ways that were groundbreaking. This live album captures the electrifying energy of that era, highlighting Miles' willingness to explore new territories.

"Live in Europe 1967"

Part of "The Bootleg Series," this recording brings together Miles and his quintet during a European tour, delivering performances marked by brilliance and unparalleled artistry.

Rediscovering Miles Davis Today

For modern audiences, discovering Miles Davis live is often an act of unearthing the past. Digital platforms and remastered recordings have made his live performances more accessible than ever, allowing new generations to immerse themselves in his genius. Documentaries, vinyl reissues, and performances by contemporary artists influenced by Miles Davis ensure that his legacy remains alive.

The Impact of Miles Davis Live

The power of Miles Davis' live performances lay not only in his technical mastery but in the emotions he conveyed. His ability to innovate while remaining deeply connected to the roots of jazz made him a beacon of creativity. As listeners discover his live performances, they often find themselves inspired not just by the music but by the courage to explore, improvise, and create.

Conclusion

Discovering Miles Davis live is like stepping into a time machine where music transcends boundaries. It is a glimpse into the mind of a true genius who redefined jazz and the possibilities of sound. For fans old and new, Miles Davis live is not just a musical experience—it is an unforgettable journey that continues to resonate across generations.

#MeAndYou? #WeBeThrough @AaronTippin #KissThis #ApesEatingDogs @ZZTop @ACDC @Supertramp @GretaVanThornberg #ArmstrongGettyRadioShow dot dot dot ...

HOW DARE YOU, SIR?  REVERSAL OF FORTUNE

This here thing itself is right here in front of you & I, there’s no mistake, you’re dying

Either of aged genome full of evolved DNA or an accidental murder via fear & loathing

You’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, nobody will know you ever graced the planet’s bays

Shores of Monterey or Tripoli, continental drift of the bull’s scat is nobody’s business.

Bugs everywhere slandered & annihilated in due course, it’s an evolution of animation

Moving after the Unmoved Mover originated the cartoon at our disposal, that’s livin’

Zygote to infant-toddler to grown homo sapiens beings gets you ending in immortal sin

Claiming before we’re conceived, we’re guilty for ancestral crimes vs. humanity skin.

It’s dynamite for the function of making a separation between atomic conglomerates

It’s doing the best for the annihilation of the Singularity, just being a tool is our fates

Seriously a function directly under the numerator, the denominator depends on zero

To be or no to be something or nothing, if divided by zero, you know nothing, my hero.

Can forever hold your peace if you don’t agree, if you’ve no counter-argument to con

If you’ve deduced another conclusion, although impossible, you’ve the logical reason

It’s worth disagreeing on the agreement, as long as you owe me no gold or credit debt

Hemorrhaged until vacuumed clear of the liquid iron & true grit, are you ready and set.

Peaceful battles against your friends on a chess board, 32 pieces & 64 squares, I’m a 1

Like the old song by Johnny Rivers, there was a legend of the worn-out mama’s 7th son

Done it all, you know the thing, tried to die with the thing but failed in the end, all alone

Call it spirit or soul-consciousness, mindful of the immortality & holy smoke of bone.

Time and Space on a thin line you know is one, invisible, abstraction of pretension fate

That you & I & everyone else ever to have lived or will have lived by the end of the date

Blind dated is the only way the survival will occur, don’t think about the innocent skins

Maybe any color the sun allowed during the DNA mutations from the original stepsons.

Film and movies can always be rerun if you’ve missed the premiere, on another hand

Stick it straight up your derriere with the impact of a #JackHammer, my new rock band

Son of a #Hammer, cyber investigate myriads of causes & effects, cybercriminal skill

Pray if you’re guilty, beg if you’re not & plead the 5th, awaiting a public defender shill.

Colored deep purple to crimson, ruby red, the blind see nothing the same, all is black

I believe the tide is going out away from the beach, there’s room to lie in the sun’s rays

Kiss this, fight about that, make-up on your face to cover up your scars & open sores

Kill the viral infections, the bacterial infiltration of killers, we are rare, T-bone steaks.

Special creation, spontaneous combustion & evolution of random collisions of atoms

All is one, unseen, invisible from 8 miles high, aliens see nobody, no short people sons

Daughters also, the mothers & sisters of the fathers & brothers, neither survive murder

Stabbed, shot, diseased or healthy old age-termination more or less one hundred, sir.

Body rocked from teenage years to occasionally beyond the octogenarian, y’all will die

No matter whether we like it or not, the Ends after consciousness is blackness on high

Closed eyes before you fall asleep is the thing, death is like that fall to sleep, a put-on

So you believe you can see past the smoke & mirrors? Reality’s God, pray my godson!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, BLOVEMBER XIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while reminiscing with #MyFellowAmericans (1996)  with @Jack_Lemmon & @JamesGarner @ https://youtu.be/eOG4-02ktyg?si=fBszYiMZ_G58vRqi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Extinction's Abyss #FlipGodOffThePlanet #NowSTFU #WillYou #DoTheKamela #SNL #FERGIE

ROLLING STONED, BLOODY BLACK & BLUE TERRESTRIAL UFO

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You got another thing comin’ & it ain’t no shelter from the cold pain, everywhere it exists
On your borders of every country, every continent above the sea, there is extinction’s abyss
All the brave men who would have gone, died with their bravery in the battle against gods
Strangers full of the scat they’ve eaten in another form, cold or warm, meals on hot rods.

Snowing until the mountains are capped with frozen rain, before it melts into rivers of gas
Hydrogen and oxygen in their own ways, are the matrix of Life anywhere in the cosmos’ ass
Not nice to fool mother nature nor the creation of blind faith minions who crave dead food
In the end, when the proof for Truth cannot be denied, there’s your foster parents’ blood.

Produced your soul with a gamete & ovum created from nothing but the First One, dangers
Full of jelly or custard, that Bismarck didn’t sink, it thrived into the sinews filled with blood
You feel it, we all feel the same thing when we do identical things, act One product of mud
Possibly there’s no encore after the Play, when it’s over, it’s all over, Yanks lose to Dodgers.

Inappropriate behavior exhibited, a doppelganger neither with my permission nor knowledge
It’s a put-on if you ask me, to show the world that there’s a power much bigger than hot fudge
Hitting the road with Jack, it’s much longer than the maps indicated, 2 inches are 200 kilometers
Hopping ‘til Easter then dying for a rise out of rigor mortis, only One god can perform, not hers.

I am utilizing a tool of this trade, an ethereal persuasion from a sped-up present in the SF bay
Dreams appeared out of nowhere & in no time at all, they vanished into thin airshow, The Way
By no uncertainty principle can anyone exist on a planet with freed slaves & their progeny mix
Masters’ daughters and liberated slaves’ sons evolved into wealthy, upper class, private dicks.

In the showdown, there is always the ends, the shots from the duel in the dirty, dusty pathways
Chilled Earth, Wind & Fire in a cornucopia that yields all there is from ancestry & descendantry
Love or the lack of it didn’t matter before, only in between before the fixed legend eclipses it all
Talkin’ a singularity of the creator’s wounded heart, love can’t stay out in the open, it’s Ai’s fall.

Pitches down the pipe, struck out twenty-six in a row, fast-screwballs, bored kids run out of time
We kid you now when we normally kid you not, cheaper to keep her, beats rhythm, holy rhyme
Cake made in the bakery of mama, she cooked & cleaned while I waited for a piece of the sign
That the eight cuts will lose one of them, masticated the fruit & nuts, the creator was so fine!

Pine box at the end keeps your bones until the wood & your parents’ DNA dissolves, as you do
Superego can fill the volume of the Void with more cache & digits than a zillion-trillion or two
Haunted by ghosts no more my man, my woman like my mama stands up for the Truth, as I do
Created by the unknown & left to fend for themselves, those unseen before us, feared Me too.

I can’t blame anyone for fearing the significance of signs of stop & go signals, I’d like to signify
But I can’t tell you the word, the code or I’d have to terminate your remaining time of life to die
It’s a sound from A to Z, combined with a rattle and a hum, replacement for the deplorable guy
Unknown commodity, sideways or up and down, it’ll end in a solo whimper, so have a good day!

Idiots close to the vest stay right there, forget about you & your hallucination that you’re alive
You’re in a dream & you’ve been fooled to think you’re in a reality other than that, you’re jive
Yet you’re free as the flowing water comin’ down the mountain from the melted white snow
Simple mind inside of your head, the wall is in your head, I lie that you lie, you’re lying now.

Moron, you get it now. You could fly in a blue dream without your wings, just die first, hu-man
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, can’t fly for a reason, bake, fry, BBQ their wings, all too human
Beans & seeds to keep the ignorance occupied with clutter & immaterial forms of dead-life sin
Mortal & original offenses are the natural beast’s behavior, laws are to tame the beast’s skin.

Pinch yourself if you think you’re sleeping & dreaming, this is reality & it’s the way it is now
For now, cause & effects repeat ad infinitum and there’s nothing you may change, just blow
Lips closed tight, wind up & out the face, screech in the ears to be blocked, deleted in spurts
Fear me & you until the loathing appears from the place underneath the sister’s dark skirts.

Creatures of variable mutations of DNA, some still here & now, some long extinct, even day 1
Nothing more or less than everything under the sun, our closest star, a bit of the astral cluster
Milky Way, immaculate conception inside of a virgin, a pope, bishop & cardinal can preach, sun
It’s the invisible One behind the origin of the sun & the whole universe of blown stars, buster.

Up and down from the bottom line you can jump to the top shelf of ingredients, old schools
Nothing is up there, where everyone wants to go, final destination of dead witches & ghouls
Humble your soul’s molecules & atoms down to the nuclei, proud to be dead weight keepers
Fick led people from the holy water to the insipid missiles launched & discovered monsters.

Telling the bad guys where you hide from the predators is the idea you get before extinction
Every extinct species on Earth, from A to Z, some undiscovered, some archeological foreskin
Saying words, sounding as A, E, I, O & U, sometimes Y & there’s consonants like the eighteen
Five and ten stores have cheap goods, penny candy in jars, security internal morality sting.

Bitten by the eye-teeth and canines to bleed out the form of life that is food for vampire ilk
They are already dead, painfully alive with the minions who deal in guilt and chocolate milk
High five and ten stores closed for business, today and tomorrow, forever and a day or two
High times, blood flow, brain’s mind, speak, see & hear no evil, kill purple people eaters too.

Everyday you wake up, stay awakened up to 16 hours & then resume the unconscious fire
Fire up the engines waiting for the shot to begin the race, the finish line’s ahead, love a liar
Perfection between the zero & the One, any other number is imperfect & part of the hole
It’s empty & it’s never been full of anything except once, at the Big Bang, boom, let’s role.

Sucking down into the Singularity there’s a point of no return, nobody wins at the ending
Hair is burnt, skin is love in a hotdog bun, the space between stars & planets is full of scat
You can feel the Truth coming into the veins and arteries, streams, rivers & an ocean thing
Atoms H2O gas recombination, The End dissolved, hydrogen, neutrino-oxygen Mega boom.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, BLOVEMBER 2nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @JoeRogan interview with @DonaldJTrump on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hBMoPUAeLnY?si=qQQBUy7ENShaRiKn }

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

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

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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 }

#MounntainDew or #Dye or #BeStardust #WoodstockBoy

 

GOT WHAT I PUT INTO THE WHOLE SHEBANG

Timing is everything in Space, a long, long time ago before all humans became evil reasons
All due to the least likely to survive, unfit beings saved to reproduce species’ extinction sons
The fix was in before anybody knew it, you’re dreaming of the thing itself, dead ended love
One way to go full speed ahead, nobody goes backward, God’s no reversal of heaven above.

From hot water, H2O pair of oxy-hydro ash of the end of this solar system’s carbon quake
Cause of the first time an atom split is your conscious wokeness of the pain that baby’s fake
Crying crocodile tears in the swamp bog as if there’s a way to return to the beginning dawn
In the final spin of the darkness enveloping blown atomic light, great awakening you pawn.

No king and no queen, no bishop, cardinal or neophyte son of idiots & morons, too human
Above it’s dark, below it’s dark, in a closet it’s dark, after your death of bones, it’s still man
No pins dropping to spoil the roar of empty, dead air, no idyll chit chat with your best boon
Higher than the lowlife on the bottom of a bog, below a swamp’s things themselves’ moon.

It is what it is, I am what I am, you’ll never know how much I really care about surviving
Will to the power for aid in the success comes from some great grandfathered-in original G
Hot or cold out of the faucet, wet water drank and rinsed all in and out of my filthy crying
Wasting tears on wasted nights and days, revolving the rotation & wobble, infinity’s thing.

Before and after the misconception, it’s creative license to apply linguistic uncertainty et al
For you, your ancestral descendants & God there’s nothing more nor less than we ever see
You get it all in the matter material things with material girls and boys in the rockin’ band
Mild and harsh, as above so below, healed the deaf and dumber 20/20 vision of Ayn Rand.

What you do with your life is already your destiny, there’s no free will in the egg conception
Survival in darkness for a year or so means nothing at all when all Truth displays the dawn
Where I come from, there’s deadened Earth, cool wind and hot fire, move like a king pawn
Sixty-four squares on the plane’s 3rd dimension, wavelength of the 3-D, impossibility of sin.

Create the things, you are responsible for everything the things do & say, war kills things
Battle to keep the peace, knock off the disagreement with the enhancement of three rings
One or two rings aren’t sufficient, the third is a necessary condition to keep up the flow
Middle path goes one way with no return or turnabout, I am the only one I am, now blow!

For the sake of the grandfathers and grandmothers who got us here by hook or by crook
Before you could disobey the rules you needed to know the punishment, avoid pain hook
Nobody I ever knew liked the pain, punishment for the punishers, warn the fool monkey
Skullcaps cry ‘cause you spanked ‘em, so just die, after or before Time’s up, skeleton key.

Games without the rules aren’t games but that chaos can’t be avoided, played hard ball
Nothing soft about the round projectiles, need a glove to catch, bat to smash a strike call
Colloquialism just an idiom of my handy locutions of word salad & dressing to sixty nines
Thrown out the club, threw up in the gangway, drank ‘til drunk, I died, now it’s just fine.

I think I died but I still wanted one more drink, wasn’t inebriated any longer#, just Woke
Up or down makes no difference when you’re on the surface of the spin, lookin’ like a dope
Energy fully engaged, blown to smithereens, what you see is what you get, now don’t choke
Swallow the wad, it’s gonna go through the stellar system, I’m the hangman with the rope!
by

 r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June V^th, MMXXXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out the jam while listenin’ to @Everlast #GrammasHand
on youTube link https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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