DON’T PARK YOUR TESLA NEAR MY MASERATI GHIBLI, MONSIEUR
Speedbumps every 20 feet you roll on down highway 1 on the coast, too many “S” curves too
On any given day or dark night, there is nobody I’d rather drive on the One with other than Boo
She knows who she is, I don’t want to drop names to impress all 80 I know in the peanut gallery
Mercurial drive far from a Kauai farm of pocololo, drivin’ the sport Bentley, Weed to Monterey.
In some way shape or form, lucky or not, y’all get down to Santa Cruz’ beach’s elder boardwalk
Get some chowder & crackers & sit down to watch the sea gulls & assorted wildlife dive for fish
Most people will never see what I saw, what many but not everyone has observed, on the cuff
Hearts broken into a trillion pieces, the reward for a Valentinian love is rejection in the hot buff.
Nevertheless, it’s automatically going to be a problem for you & I because everything is just that
A problem is our problem to solve & move far away from the cause of the conundrums of fate
Maybe this or that, fill in the blanks to predicate the subjects & objects, adverb adjectives
If prepositions & interjections go too far, just use the first conjunction that comes to your mind.
All the above, tools for the control of the narrative, better me than you or anyone else, all good
Imagine you were one seeing things from the point of view of a 73-year-old man, you’d be rude
But anyway, it’s good to know for certain that the kids can return to classes, state slaves all back
Hostages taken no more, it’s what happens when the imagination fails to accommodate a stack.
What will you do when an illegal immigrant comes to homestead in your house? Cry or guffaw?
Self-Defense for the offense allowed, it’s me, myself & I for the triad of nominees nobody saw
Coming or going whether you like it or not, grim reaper has no choice but to reap what’s sewn
Seed to fruit of the vine, everything is everything, ad infinitum, no lies, mortal job is all blown.
Bury the hatchet deep, in a manner of speaking meaning just forget about it, ain’t no big thing
On the other hand, fate even awakens the woke when a final gasp of gas comes in & goes out
A moment of silence to gather your fixed agenda of cause & effect, mindless clutter, jib jabber
It is difficult to solve some problems, the conundrums without solutions that burn my rubber.
Creating exoplanets and animated life forms inhabiting them, at least here on Earth, that’s Life
It’s all just what is dust on my boots when I’m down after being high in April, up/down in May
The demi gods are in charge of causes and effects of Life on Earth, conception to last watch
Completed contract-mission is what I stand up for, attention General Quarters, go get a wife.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 1- XXVIth – MMXXV Anno Domini @2111 hours PST
{ Proof that you are nobody but the 208 bag of bones you were born with, take an MRI to be certain, count back from 100, like 1, 2, 3 or 3, 2, ! for the return of your property most foul & spinnin the notes with @TraceAdkins #HITS #YaGottaWoopAMansAssSometime #GodForbid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rMnqPpHParo }
Alexander, that’s great, you got taught by Aristotle, all warmed up & practiced the skills until perfect like your grander papa
Even if you’re an orphaned, illegitimate baby, you are still a member of society & if you break rules, you’ll be in yo’ mama
Meaning that you’ll end the life you’ve been granted just because you’ve been conceived & not aborted all too human race
Cacophony of chaos where you belong, a place where you want to be, you’re not in the Space you think, wink out of place.
Simply too complex to comprehend with the subjects and predicates left over in ten commandments & evolutionary milk
Chunky monkeys before they evolved into naked apes were things that were caused by accidental, gravitational collapse ilk
Hydrogen and oxygen are an accidental trip on the light fantastic by the divine & profane, using idiots known as the following
Useful though they are, they can be paid gold & silver to lie, cheat and pretend you ain’t lying or cheating, I’ll whistle & sing.
Follow neo-argument to the ending, premises assumed, a priori true & cannot be a posteriori false, love scrapes with Death
It’s ahead of all the living, humans, aliens, every plant & animal of every species, y’all gonna die with one gasp of bad breath
Finale twisted & shouted when nobody can hear the words, the language is foreign mumbling underground, look out back
Bloody skin pouring out into the anti-gravitational place in Space without dirty ground, not a pebble of solar wasted rock.
Hills above the plains that lead to the higher ground where the peaks show the last hot places to have become the Gods
It’s volcanoes that the ignorant tribes used to sacrifice virgins to the power nobody e’er saw, it was all a gangster paradise
Earth caught in the orbit, you & I know, we mortals without heaven or hell, we got Earth, period, comma, exclamation point
Faith no more in anything other than will it kill you & if the answer’s yes, you eliminate the threat in due haste, roll a joint.
Comin’ in crimson-hot for a landing without informing the Tower of Power, I have a pass on all rules & laws, I’m dreaming
Inside of my mind within my head, it’s all lying down in my bed, I’m asleep & you’re all that I am, my dreams are streaming
Every day outside of the planet Earth is not a day at all, you only have “x” days if standing on a spinning lump of hard rocks
Sand and hydrogen with oxygen perform the beaches packed with human females with bikinis, lookin’ for love in an Xbox.
Nowhere in sight surfing the waves nor sitting in the lifeguard perches waiting for the shark feed comin’ with hungry jaws
Blowing whistles & horns, megaphone ATTENTION ALL SWIMMERS, don’t panic just get out of the water 10 seconds-law
All well played, no harm done, the biggest part of me, ain’t the fault of safety above & below in a perch on a shady iceberg
Hopeless when you’ve lost all bat blind faith, you still expect charity from the sheeple who pose as the people of the fold.
Peer pressure and peer review always meant nothing to me, I couldn’t be shamed into compliance with the throne’s fools
Anyway, I love L.A. and it’s a significant fact of life that if you don’t love it then you don’t know the charity of the good angels
Needed one or two tropical places near the equator, L.A. is One of the Many, not too many, @PamBiondi rocks the House
Contrarian agreement with nobody & no one can negotiate the terms of a possible scenario, zero tattoos under yo’ blouse.
I will not know what I know I won’t know when the memory fades & I forget the cause of all of these special effects, justice
It will be done without me no doubt in the spins around the sun from here on out to the finale, all elephants and blind mice
Killed in traps, meat eaten, burned or buried in DNA ash, might’ve been shat through the intestinal fortitude of a wet dream
Keep in mind y’all that is the way the species survives or becomes extinct, sensory perception of the pheromones & steam.
Holy yet irreverent to the good, the bad or evil & the ugliest examples of the genome’s random rock and roll in a jive jokers’
Monkey shines keeping you interested in the things themselves unravelling right before your eyes, have mercy on the elders
Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you, if you forget, it is what @Jesus would do if he returned from the netherworld
Rose again or descended down from the Cielo in Outerspace, somewhere between galaxies of solar systems, God hurled!
High above clouds, between here and the moon, astronauts have been there & back, cosmonauts’ void, remain abandoned
Walk downstairs, where’s my cookies & ‘nilla milk shake & how come I ain’t home in my living room, oh, I am on a greyhound
Nobody would believe I’m the one they ought not to mess with so, each bully got a chance to let the wrath unfold its wraith
Finale, no encore other than the original encounter, the mortal sin against the 1st to 10th commandments, God is now dead!
God unseen, priestly profession inherited from self-prophetic, early leaders, fantasy world of a brain-tumor affected mind
Blisters on my fingers, panhead is tuned up & I’m rollin’ south on the One, PCH allows no errors, I am the perfection kind
Bull the male and cow the female, animals large & small, microorganisms with or without souls, any body has life in it, so
Keep in mind, when you & I die, that’s it, caput so get with the program before you’re wake, put your lips together & blow!
by
r j jstephan, i
c.Vendredi, Janvier XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST
{ Filled the dead air all around the planet, 365 degrees about the circumference without any argument counter-clockwise or otherwise; now my poem above is fresh & the artificial intelligence poem below is also fresh, I had nothing to do with it’s excellence but with my own, all while jammin’ to @ChicagoTheBand #DreamALittleDreamOfMe on a loop, youTube link
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
NOTHING BUT EARTH & MOON IN A VOID OF BLACK
A(D)TOMS
On the nature of being between rocks & hard places, mantra gin & whiskey Dialogue and holy commands of the commanders followed a “T” grey beauty Truth about lies & rampant fabrication of lying liars who grace our Earth Place in Outerspace with junk & #StarWars in defense of offense, Afterbirth. We’re inside the Marxist placenta, it’s eating itself in a word misspelled by a bloke Spelling bumblebee and the other words used by darling loves who remain Woke Hard liquor you see ahead in a glass, a neat one of Jack, in charge of minions Knowing nothing, believing in blind faith’s indoctrination of first-last strike sins. Who said what about how & why you know when one is being offered ends’ gold Full throttle to keep Time in a bottle so it doesn’t get poured out & drunk to get old Hey man, it ain’t my idea, this is the way it is and the way it’s gotta be original OG Got with it in a groove, followed the force of centrifugalism into spin of neon skin. Black & white just like the old TV’s used to be, there was no color in cathode gas It has the WORD that got made flesh in the radio & TV waves paid back, jackass Gods above & below Earth’s moon, they’re all AWOL & come back to witness Revolution between powers that be and the ones that want to be, Wannabees. Contents are unknown but the fixings of conglomerat can't be underestimated Fix has been in for centuries, millennia it’s one & the same thing now, God & Ted Billing you & me for the payments to red devils & horned gods of a Viking queen Peaks of the mountains got chopped off by a UFO’s needing gold backs uptown. Nowhere a Milky Way, far, far away from anywhere, UFO clouds, bring it to me Pricking up ears in a holy sepulcher, just to raise the dead ad infinitum, dreamy Phoenician & the rockin’ relatives of the original G’s, Adam, Eve, Cain & Abel Willing to let it all go if you pay me a ransom, billion bucks in a gold, cash bell.
Hot takes from trouble hooks & lures that the river flowed by a carbon hot rod Tush I looked below & above for no reason other than to generate a people god Men, women, gods & illusions of extinction for air & ground, orbit's chaos key Nothing lasts forever, be Nothing forever, hillariously yours I am #DictatorFree.
.by r j j stephan, i c. Dimanche, Septembre XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini # 1111 AMPST { Crafted out the Void while jammin’ @PITBULL concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9H8tZ3vKM8U }
A .44 mag, If and only if you follow the argumentative presentation, you’ll proceed
It’s always with me, caution of my elders warned me to utilize gods, as a plant seed
You all are out of my GD mind, deep into One out of body experience, as y’all must
In the finale’s end, no choice but to be buried or fried to the pulverized bone dust.
Fish incorporated in a & surreal presentation for the minions deep consumption
Re-admission into the hall’s leading to the sanctuary where the blessing is a sin
As this movie called reality moves from being awake to falling asleep again too
Keep your eyes peeled & watch your six, it’s a cruel, cruel world my girlfriend.
My mother done told me to wait until my father came home for discipline might
We died in a jet crash on #911, trying to save Time in Space from hosting a mutant
Recollection recalled, rerun ad infinitum, nobody ever saw this coming lightspeed
No parking jets on runways, tarmac or hangar anywhere on Earth, it’s all Godspeed.
Where you are right now is where you’ll stay, not a slim chance anything survives
Rocks and melted snow comin’ off of mountaintops from Rockies to Blue Appalachia
Backwoods forever until the bottom falls out, a gravitational collapse of my scribes
No more writers to subscribe to the blather, it’s malfunction in the junction of hives.
Bees or men, either or both, they consort with the queen & secure hive honeycomb
Full backs and quarterbacks without a full deck in the backfield, it’s in motion some
Penalty in absurdum for the duration of the 4th quarter, then it’s all sudden death
Yours, mine, everyone alive & all who have already succumbed to the last breath.
Spit and polish on your shine will last until someone steps on your toes, it’s fine
I’ll step on yours too when you don’t know it’s me, in the middle of a crowd’s line
Here before the judge, I plead not guilty of being guilty, I’m always the innocent 1
There’s neither hide nor hair on my buckskin pelt, dead Davey Crockett but I won!
Is this the mule of the government or am I sleeping in bed, still dreaming this is real
When it’s a tiny figment of overactive imagination & a drag on society’s scat steal
Out of the swamps and the frozen tundra, the game gets played until the end’s scoot
Happens that way, no other way to happen, a cause for every effect, then it’s caput.
Bouncing back down like a ball off of a backboard or a puck of a goalie’s facemask
I can’t get higher than a happy ending, when I win, I celebrate until I pass the flask
My Jack Daniels on my rowboat in the swamp, my iPhone fully charged & jack free
My girls ain’t around, it’s too harsh, huntin’ gators, I am, I did, they swallowed me.
Plans of the fools who never see the end of the dream when wide awake, too bad
Nothing you nor I can do about it, it’s the jive of the picayune punks on the corner
The block stays and the players fade & die with the plague or the accidental slap
Dead grim reapers who don’t care, material form in despair, y’all just phuqin’ rap.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 9-9-MMXXIV Anno Domini 911 AMPST
{ Drained
the swamp & made souvenirs for fleecing of the flocks, drafted dittyjammin’ to #LynyrdSkynyrdsInnards
on youTUBE @ https://youtu.be/-qlzg5_hCXo }
TIME GOT ALL GOOFY, beer
for my horses & a BOTTLE OF LAMBORGHINI’S 1’S & 0’S
Like it or not, Nothing is what you get small or big mouth closed or wide open
Ancient or modern historical records say nothing about the Nothingness kin
Our original sin was to allow ourselves to be created & defined by stern or bow
We are the masterpiece independent of the artist, created to be oh, Solo Mao.
You know what you’ve discovered, secrets not divulged to avoid panic & despair
In the children whom you mistreat or nurture to the genius mode under long hair
Man or woman, brain in the skull, no different than living forms killed to masticate
Grandmothers & grandfathers stopped making children & caused the decline, Fate.
Hollow Truth, empty of substance and form, empty sounds bouncing on ear drums
Got the beat, makes your toe tap on the floor, to the one, two, one, two & so on etc.
Higher or lower sounds and sights are neutralized by the wind sucking idiots & bums
Not their fault that their parents sucked wind, no count dirty rats evolved from a RA.
Monkeys climb & have no bathroom or bedroom manners, no civilized culture of God
Creator of heaven & this planet within the cosmic realm is AWOL, there’s ne’er a peep
From the emptiness’ foundation where everything else rides on the sharps & flats fad
Simulation of a dream within a dream yields everything you are conscious of, eh dad?
Call you papa or daddio, daddy or pops, y’all are just a common man, mortal in utero
Ingrained in the matrix of invisibility, indistinguishable from your memories of Skippy
My peanuts crushed into a liquidized paste of positive negativity, pessimism ain’t right
Optimism is the middle path on the journey from ignorance to enlightenment sunlight.
Cold fusion I’ve bottled for the atomic fission at the point of no return, Singularity
Stretched to be unconscious ennui instead of life as we know it, all country & city
Asleep for 1/3 of every 24/7 spin while alive as a human being, dreams ala virtuality
In your highness that’s below bottom of the sea, center-core of the planet’s sand.
Contraception Cro-Magnon female from 20 years or more tending to slackers’ slack
Beer and wine and ale & whiskey and rye, gin, vodka, scotch, or 1 bottle of Blackjack
Just me & God playin’ mumbly-peg & shootin’ shots of lead balls cut down my throat
You won’t know what hit you when it’s time to check out of the universe, all she wrote.
My plasma screen cannot be influenced by magnetic field, stabilized for high freaks
Lowest possible wavelength & highest frequency, blow your mind, leak the ass cheeks
Between 10 & 3, when the sun’s down, on opposite sides of the globe’s illusionary day
Where’s your head and third eye at right now? Asleep again, no doubt, safer that way.
Now, it’s a bit dark, the frogs are ribbeting for posterity and the scared, flying bug dead
Swamp is steaming it’s stench, the bog of the millennia where “the refused” accepted
Right or wrong, good or evil, out of this world those concepts migrate to illusionary six
Behind my back, I can’t see 360 degrees, still hope for the coverage, back exposed sex.
You guessed, conclusion deduced is the only reason you’ve spent time philosophizing
Assumptions & induction of the subjects & objects with or without the Deja vous thing
Space is the distance between atomic things, reality animates the empty sets of fools
I don’t want to be, but I am One of them, all fools have no scruples or command rules.
Vaporized or frozen Life as we know it, nothing to do with what we want or need as Man
Women don’t care why they do what they do, they’re here to procreate the game, Fam
More important than living is arranging your own disposal of the matter & form leftover
Time & Space have no mercy and no remorse, y’all got lucky to live to cry about a lover.
Close your eyes and #STFU, that’s what you can look forward to, it’s for sure #NotWoke
I’m a betting man but odds aren’t on my side, it’s a longshot even on a baby blue moon
Something to say when there’s nothing left but the break of day, up all night long alive
Not dead to the world & unconscious as the Earth wobbles and shakes, on a deep dive.
Sometimes, you just gotta say #WTF whether you like it or not, all ministers & sinners
We got here without our will & now we’ve assumed the position, as all us primates do
Getting it in front or behind is a matter of logic & reason accepted by the inseminator
Dumb as a rock no doubt, ignorant from foot to snout, promise to break all beginners.
In one form or another, substance from subatomic hydrogen to One, Black Hole portal
It is what it is and it sure is funky but it’s better than rigor mortis, I think, therefore I am
In the petri dish of wisdom and reproduction of matter transformers, shat & ate for all
Time is right now, here in this place in Space to divulge obvious & a subtle occult slam.
Bring you’re a-game to the rumble, be ready & willing to show you’re able, Sid & Mable
You’ll get hurt or you’ll die trying not to get hurt, last resort is you eliminate all threats
From your entrance to your exit, your presence is regarded as sacredly profane debts
All of past & present karma of redundancy, eternal recurrence of blind faith in sunsets.
Blind, deaf & dumb with the ability to taste, smell & touch things themselves, as above
Meaning beyond the stratosphere, beyond the moon, Saturn and the sun itself, it’s love
For Emptiness is more than enough to spread in every galaxy, clusterphuq from Hades’
A hot kitchen cookin’ up chit to do, dirty pots, pans, dishes & forks washed by ladies.
Bake, fry, boil, sear or BBQ all the things that need heat to kill all unwanted subatoms
It’s the fuel for our tanks to run the machine for the ghost within, a spiritual phenom
Not One of a kind but Many of One Kind, easy to beat that dead horse into submission
It’s the cheer of the red, white & blue, it ain’t free, stole liberty from a Father of a Son.
Incarcerated, inheritance of the dim wit & form of alpha extinction cataclysm in synch
Robbed a bank, robbed your mama and her boyfriend’s bank of North America’s stink
Small victories are better than nothing but losses, losers can’t be happy in chaos’ sink
Humor of the daughters until they see the light & become jaded by the odor of a skunk.
It works when it shouldn’t have, must have been the magic logo of the Batman ghost
Are you amazed that your air’s force is not empty of atoms, it’s all an illusion for most
The best of us are related to the least of us, high or low station in life, you’re all mortal
A Divinity out of this world, above or below or in any direction outside the Mother Fall.
First things first, agree on premises assumed & deduce the only conclusion possible
Presume the probabilities are never infinite, language itself is based on a finite bubble
Here inside it looks like a piece of cake, defeat snatched from the jaws of victory Hell
Second to none, first & foremost, before annihilation do tell the reason why Adam fell.
Created to be defective, inferior to the perfect and never mistaken in holy judgement
You’ll be gone before you know it but those you leave behind will recognize you spent
Every chit you had stored in our bank, high octane hyper burn power to explode, X-37B
Space Force created won’t fill an empty Void but it’ll recreate doubleback ZZ Top to be.
Lost and found in a deep, dark hole without a photon of light anywhere out of eyesight
Air in and out of the evolved or specially created gas sacs inside the A-frame skeleton
Idiot, moron, fool, ignoramus all, product of the DNA of #IpMan, reproduced TNT might
Speculate and commiserate upon the prolegomena of future UFOlogical Gods & sons.
Freaks in the lake beds in Nevada have originated the extinction of the human species
Black Manta you all know what you know, fly high my brothers & sisters, the God sees
My father believed that the fix was in, his father divorced his mother for the hot fires
Chicago Department that put all Mrs. O’Leary’s cows’ barn fires out, got horse power.
Mighty spades to dig six feet holes no deeper below the rock that can’t roll anymore
Once you get in down there, there’s no getting out, it’s a point of no return so to speak
Whether you like it or not, it’s the Ends, no heaven or hell to go up or down to, all men
Brothers, sisters, whiskey for my hombres, beer for my horses, all are One ball o’ Zen.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 9-7-2024 AD @ 911 AMPST
{
Killed this gem while fixed on @TraceAdkins #CowboysBackInTown #WhoopAMansAssSometimes
(yup!) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rMnqPpHParo?si=LwgeJxUp_Diw6bXY & a couple other gems linked below! }
