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PHILOSOPHER STONES,

BENJAMINS & MYSTIC PIZZA

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For every time you breathe in and out of your lungs, the world has spun around

A counter-clockwise freeze-frame only mothers may love, a mirage-image of Adam

Kidding you half the time and the other half, serious as a random nose-bleed flow

History & Science to get you to know it all, but you find you know nothing though.

Pressed the grapes into wine, the way is perfect, or the way is vinegar, finger cross

Gulp or sip, it all goes to the spirit that awaits the buzz; the thing is, that is the boss

No singer on a stage but the vine he drank when he wrote the song, a dark side pit

Mindful or not, it’s movin’, and we’re movin’ until the end, it’ll come, it’s bull s#it.

This world will swallow you down to the bottom of the beer barrel, long empty

Spirits in the night flow in and out of the ether, back & forth through the bones

Score is even-steven at zero to zero, on the way from over here to out yonder

Space and Time wither behind your own rigor mortis, don’t shoot a messenger.

Played as well as the piece could be strummed from riff to riff, it’s a peculiar beat

Notes high C and D diminished for whatever the sevenths will allow, a minor feat

Laughing early & when it’s too late, that’s what it’s always been about since day 1

Crowds and the lonely Singularity are the whole shebang & it’s about to be a sun.

What you're buying is anything I’m selling and I ain’t selling a thing, I’m sellin’ Nothing

Everything from pole to pole around the world, coast to continental coasts on a fling

Hills climbed, underwater caves floored with darkness lighting up where we drop tears

Centerfold in the middle of nowhere, in a Milky Way or a Snickers, Three Musketeers.

Pink or invisible, clear blacklight glowing the paint in the poster, orange, red & green

Sky blue and black in a felt mix with the glow-paint, showing off the inner mind’s scene

Rolled & rocked outside & the inside couldn’t handle the jagged edge more than thrice

Been around The Block a few times, and, well, I had to obfuscate and obliterate it all.

Groovy as the wavy gravy you gulped down with the butter-infused mashed potatoes

Makin’ our hearts and souls sing from the first taste to the last forkful comes & goes

Moving from the back to the front to get a better look at what makes the noise of us

Speakers blare whatever makes it through the cables, do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti & a do.

Certainty is a desire never acquired in full; mere pretenders asserted the failure to launch

Perched on a boulder, casting the fly over the ripples that the current squirted for lunch

Who are you thinking that you are? You are no doubt, not that person; you’re a ghost

Of men and mice, all of the living crawlers, here today & all gone tomorrow, we’re toast.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, April XVIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1717 hours PST

{ Created while jammin’ to @JimiHendrix played @Monterey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pSAVDbuJip0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

What Is Hip? Tell me if you think you know. @TowerOfPower #IdLikeToKnow #BackToTheGoodOldDaze #OnTheBorder #JamesDean

On the border, there’s no peace of mind

Which forms of possible life shapes are created upon this planet, and which forms play a skit

Question everything, proverbial conundrum answer using logic & reason yields theory knots

Knowledge and wisdom from the teenage years revolving around the sun are scarce; I forgot it

What you’ve had since your conception in the womb is a vivid hallucination of Indian ink blots.

No, there will be no elucidation of the polymorphic statements to follow, onto beg, but what if

Nothing lasts forever, and being fortunate to be present and conscious are the holy souls, all in

The atmosphere is surround sound built to foster the illusion that Nothing is something to spin

No need to become a beast of burden, as I watch a monster herd plunge off of a dead-end cliff.

Sixteen years around the sun and suddenly a few decades later you’re runnin’ down eighty plus

It’s just luck that allowed my presence to remain above ground, take my word for it, I’d be dust

In or out of the military service didn’t matter to me; danger was everywhere I went to visit y’all

This or that side of the Pacific Ocean, my water under the bridge, my arse rolled into an 8-ball.

The category of the substance is the shape and form of the subatomic reactions here and now

When we die, as all life does, you will either be blacked out of light or soul-jump a time zone

Hardball or softball must be thrown, caught, or hit by a wooden bat; only you & I know it’s true

Never see the Truth with blinded eyes, know the Truth inside your heart & soul, sky god all blue.

Whiskey & Rye close the deal, what was for sale is bought, hook, line & sinker for cold hard cash

It becomes divided when you’re one solid piece is broken by a tragedy you can’t delete & dash

Deeply unconscious beyond being awakened by a noise from the environment, the ego is dead

Neither the superego nor the id has any presence either; it’s extinction, go to sleep, go to bed.

Wind at our backs once the awareness becomes the grave we’re buried in, underground or not

This life after death will not allow recollection of life before death; nobody will recall their robot

It’s a bit cruel for the ones who put their time into blind faith & the prophets of doom or reward

For being obedient to a standard of morality, to be a good human being who does no evil ever.

Treating every life form as if they are you & you must survive the threat of extinction of all of us

What I am is what I am, a being breathing in and out for the duration of my transitory existence

An empty mind at first filled to the hilt with nonsense to the apex alpha male, Australopithecus

Epic tragedy & comedy becoming both absurd & everything there is, ain’t no god in any of us.

Horrible as above as it is below, empty outer space of heavenly ether’s stayin’ alive is sacrosanct

Jump or don’t jump, wait, what? I’ll survive a fall, nobody survives a room on fire, BBQ smack

Advent or Lent won’t save your soul, Adamic & Evealicious apple on a wisdom-free snake tree

Evolved calculus, existential realist be damned, 10 commandment trippin’, yielded immortality.

Bagged and packaged for resale, you will love the finale of the comedy and the tragedy, all good

Nevermore will it ever be necessary to fabricate the Truth, no hiding from the killers of the food

Reality parsed into subjects and objects for predication, all names of people, places & hotrods

One cell bacteria and viruses all with the code for survival, a perennial safe place for One God.

Ghetto at the bottom of the mountain returns to the bottom of the sea, Earth’s wobbling, amen

Could have and would have if I might have had the opportunity that was knocking at my indoor

Outdoor movies kept my attention for 10 minutes, maybe 20, before I headed for a concession

Those girls were some daughters of some mothers and fathers I had never usually met in prison.

Ants and the other insects were here before mankind, before the primates arrived by accident

A mutation due to radiation means everything is everything, today, yesterday, every single day

You developed faith and hope and charity, yet you’re still a hopeless sceptic, love with intent

Fruit in the garden attracts the rats and roaches, paradise gets creepy, crawling vermin to play.

Thunder’s down under the direct objects, you’ll see the lightning first, then it’s bam and boom

A sign that there’s something more to life than just me fulfilling me, my needs and wants soon

Thinking I’m not gonna live forever, mortality is my forte, I know the Truth and I’ve no reprieve

Song of Delaney & Bonnie, intrigue in a loop, #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow, don’t refuse to believe.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March 9th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Tricked my psyche into this hoax of saying something about nothing for 900 words or less while listenin’ to @DelaneyAndBonnie #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/O0EJAzTmo9w?si=bfEmizI_RzGCsqJ6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My Muse.

#ApplesOfPureWisdom #ShootinCoonSmiles #LetsMoveTheParty #HillbillyDeluxe @BrooksAndDunne @RUSH #HITS

#WorldWormsOrignalSins

CARRION REVERSED DNA  PREDATOR RULES

I found some things that all people threw out as refuse, trash & garbage, black diamonds

For no reason at all, there’s a back story from beginning to end that sounds like mortal sins

Eating apples of wisdom & creating secret societies to hide from the Kings’ & Queens’ ruling

So, thrust your hands deep into the crevice of the slate plates, it’s an earthquaking thing.

Finding all you’ve ever wanted since the day you were born, it’s back home to the darkness

No light in a womb or light in deep space, homecoming for all & more where it came from

I know what I’ve always known, the Truth, I forgot about it and it came right back in a dream

Tears that cried out of my eyes came without a warning, no onions or sad news upstream.

All above is the same as below, on an imaginary plane, orbit a burning atomic bomb in time

Days are the spins back to nights, revolutionary orbit of the system of the ups and downs

Head count, billions more or less, if we were worms for the fishermen to high on the fjords

Aliens are merely the unfamiliar, unknown out of sensory perception & minor major chords.

Peeps through a tiny hole in a fence yields the scenes nobody cares to see for free, curtains

We all gotta go sometime, if you’re lucky nobody will require your deadly self-defense pins

Walking softly and carrying a big stick works more often than not, it’s an element of surprise

If a bully or an evil spirit from a ditch, attempts to unleash havoc, I end the intent, evil sighs.

With or without a confidence, my body grooves into the required presence, then goes caput

Power moved the objects back to their original nature, innocent and benign for all output

Standing tall, upright except for a pain stabbing in my one bad leg, it’ll be just fine, I’m high

Before we all were born, this planet existed, I believe, it’ll still be here when we croak & die.

Pills and smoke in the air to assuage the savage beast’s mental & physical perturbations

Hell’s got no muddy or dirty lining, it’s imaginary as a fear of heights, all mortality signals

Reminding us all, some forget about it & some don’t, stay awake never woke as mongrels

Walk through fire is where I draw the line, burns don’t heal, I ain’t doin’ it, punish my sins.

Nobody is somebody else or maybe it’s me or you, a nobody with no idea to draw in sand

Bonding and detachment have their uses, tools to assist the production of Love & Bliss

All of it was mine to imbibe so that’s what I did, down the hatch & out the back patch kiss

Around 360 degrees more or less, repetitive circular jerk of empty space, evidence at hand.

Laughing at the jokes while there’s still time to groove, sooner or later somebody will rise

Up or down, in and out, it’s what they told us when they didn’t know anything about it all

Time to go, tick tock on the clock or digits warping zero to nine & every digit of the free fall

As if you jumped off of a cliff because the murderers chased you without free choice lies.

On the way down, Earth becomes closer than it’s ever been since childbirth’s conception

I am using clear language that cannot be misinterpreted by the good, the bad or the ugly

Sacrosanct of the sacro-sanctions is the infraction against suicide of the inner ghost flip

An unmoved mover began the whole shebang, what’s left but the universe’s battleship.

Ringing bells to signal the things that are important to flash to the living, dead don’t care

You cannot awaken the dead no matter how loud the noise is, play it loud here and there

Finding the diamonds in the rough is the whole point, a game with rules to break or follow

Above & below, it’s One & Many things all at once, Time, Space in & out, I’m all of It, Bro!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, February XIII^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST  #InTheGroove

{ Crafted this from the chit that’s leftover from the Big Bang, while jammin’ to #TheCompleteSTAXVoltSingles1959To1968 link @ https://youtu.be/4hINCqqUc8Q?si=tSVRh3BB9nJObyJP & @JimmyBuffett with @JesseWinchester @AlanTrousant on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8KRHtQNUDK4?si=uT39CM5xOlXIjtbU }

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