GODDESS' #420 ALLOTMENT FOOD STAMP PROGRAM EXODUS #ComeOverBaby @ChristinaAguillar #PortillosHotDogs420

WITHOUT OR WITH EVERYTHING ON IT 

Kill the lights and I’ll take care of the rest of the whole shebang, a clear dark hole

Fire down there in the hole, way down at the uttermost echelon of the smoke pits

Rising above the grave allotted to you & I, maybe above the urn or bag of dust bits

Rattle and hum as the vibration leaves the essence of what echo it left in your soul.

Hens and roosters resume it all every morning, matter and energy moving 24 ticks

Duration of a drone in neutral mode, out of synch with a digital orbit of cyberspace

Disintegrate after you’ve read all of the words over all of our heads, alien philosophy

Talking scat-speaking, no alpha or beta waves in the mix, from land to the blue sea.

Fear you and loathe me because I fear you, it’s self-loathing in a beautiful way, I say

As if that’s a possible world where it can survive the less than fit loathing every day

Remains to be seen, moving on from the conundrum without a solution, I’ll see & call

I’ve got a royal flush & you don’t have four aces, nothing’s wild, All the gold, I win it all!

Worth more than a penny from heaven, 16th POTUS retired billions of One cents’ copper

Made the inside and outside appear exactly alike, the difference is that one is more dapper

Outside is appearance of the thing itself, container of the inner sanctum effulgence in flux

Hard or soft to be rocked in the cradle of love with or without the skin & bones of dark lux.

Somebody to be a fool of another, speculation of the nature of beasts and their predators

Raw live killed and bled out to be burnt nearly into leather, cut into bits, masticated cores

Fission of the atoms in utero ready to implode and explode into smithereens’ tidbit “X”’s

No “Y”’s smithereens until they merge, intersect the acid in subatomic mix, big as Texas.

The topless bars wouldn’t work at all if everyone wasn’t so excited by a naked human form

It’s All the way that the species has survived, dancing provocatively to get knocked up too

Poor males way too young to comprehend a reason for their over-the-top malfunction zoo

Cradle of love is rockin’ back & forth, to and fro, as above so below, First Form was a Worm.

Ends come after the beginnings, logic and reason allow comprehension and assimilation blow

Pretend that you’ll live forever, that this life you experience is not temporal, not temporary so

It’s a permanent marker of breathing and moving in and out of trouble, be like a volcano flow

Nothing can stop the scalding hot effulgence but the freezing cold ocean-sea, God Earth Go!

You and I will get what we deserve or we’ll escape the danger before our karma gets a return

Always in debt for the nature of the created beast is bestowed the free will to choose all evil

Even the good as it is may be a mere illusion, that everybody knows must be rocked in cradles

Life will not be pretty without performing the creator’s responsibility, A bombs droppin’ hells.

Lack of love, pain and suffering & a ball and chain to heavy to carry another yard, MVP zeroed

Curfew honored, slept through the darkness’ 8 hours of pitch black, dreamt of birds that crowed

Easy rollin’ on a slippery slope, there’s what all goes in vain, shakin’ & rattlin’ all above I try to fly

Some girls and boys never get it, never win, the rest salute the trip, drop some kids & up & die.

Existentially metaphysical without being aware of the exercise in futility, on the A-Train at the L

Beat me up on the corner because I trusted the humanity to behave as I would, they did not, so

Left the neighborhood, went on to hide in the karate dojos of my trippin’ around here, job blow

No fools ever settled all scores, I win 1 to Nothing, anyway, it’s O & 2, batter-up, y’all go to hell!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, November 14^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while loopin’ #CradleOfLoveRock  @billyIdol link @ https://youtu.be/NCZuYS-9qaw?si=zn-raAD4r8r4CzAm }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

IT TAKES FOREVER YOU GOT TIMING, TIMING IS EVERYTHING *ShoutOutToMargie

FOOLS REPEAT IT ALL AD INFINITUM,

SLIDE INTO HOME

As long as you’re down on your knees, you mind as well raise a glass to your missing maker

Money it made and ass it moves on, nothing is missed, replacement with the essence baker

Pushin’ and pullin’ on the new world orders, keepin’ the keepers & sellin’ cursed flakes & herbs

Higher hierarchy of the things that we name nouns and pronouns, they move I said the verbs.

Behind the trips and flights into ecstasy are the spirits who stay invisible because they’re gone

Left the thing all by itself a million years ago, evolved to today without anything but Time fun

Bread saved in hot boxes but ends of the loaves are not worth the crumbs they’ll become, iced

Eating until your trip ends just like every single living human who ever lived once, not twiced.

Beer, wine, anything spirit in the day or night that allows the thing itself to become what it is

That is a form, mortal and ready to disintegrate mind and body, no free will to guilty pleasures

Wins and losses for all, nobody is above the law, many are below the law but none up yonder

In the eyes of the minds, we’re all lost and found if we get lucky, most don’t, it’s a busted kiss.

Bucking broncos out of the corrals, they’ll get back & forth without anywhere to go, eat oats

Maybe some hay & a lot of water to break the DNA down into fuel to git the phuq out of here

Time and Space is everything, I don’t know what else to say but I’ll drop some sublime blowout

Out my head & mouth, kiss from my lips to seal it & know this is true, I am The One, no doubt!

I’ve flown into your purview for no reason, for the rational is irrational, it’s showtime for reals

Senses full and in override workin’ the system into a frenzy, it’s all about the lovers and haters

Check your privilege out at the door, it’s unwelcome inside of the sanctum of silence, it feels

As if it’s over yet it never ends the story, until we’re the Singularity, keep circumcising Gators!

Daughters are all out of town, sons givin’ their best to power up the anarchy, lazy bone bums

Grandchildren of the olden folks who died either happy or sad, left a pocket full of dough sums

Fighting for the portion you’ll never see, the scars you get are all there is, the rest Charity sees

Whoever did nothing did everything possible, probably just an alien creator of mud guppies.

Check out the blue sky today, look up to forever, it’s something both blue & black, got #milfs?

Probably you’ll die happy or sad but it won’t matter a bit, nothing carries on smooth as silk

Being evil or good is nothing special, it’s the aftermath of the will to power, getting the joke

It’s humorous that I laugh at the weeping and gnashing of teeth, punch line is, “I Am Woke!”

Certainty It is elusive because everything is the essence of uncertainty, it’s a principle of gods

Keep the creation guessing and never give up the ghost, only hints at the reason for our bods

Herds kept in tact by mere fortune and hard cowboy work, from the wild to the slaughter slide

Do everything you can to keep your head breathing above water, be happy your enemies died.

Due to mad skills, self-defensive blows were sufficient to eliminate all threats, peace battle slam

Relationships with the others seem impossible since they want more than they will ever receive

Survival of the species has nothing to do with you or I, we’re hanging chads on the voter sleeve

Doubts to replace the absolute certainty that God created the cosmos, “I think, therefore I am.”

I found what you lost and now I can tell you that you never lost it, you just hid it in safe places

Deeper than the deep end of the men who made mudholes for the kids to swim, wet, hot faces

Bums are the several ones whose parents didn’t GAF about their birth nor their death, a thing

Itself is all you can fathom, form appears 72 inches high, more or less, give/take a foot toe ring.

Trippin’ on the melodies, treble and bass, lyrics and voices that blew ‘em into the open, dead air

It’s always something, one way or the other, things will change like it or not, it’s the holy affair

From intercourse to the urn or cemetery of ash and dust, raising hands ain’t allowed anymore

Spirit hears a clean pour of Jack Daniels, all set to imbibe it all, shotgun shot glass let me pour.

History is hysterical if you get the chance to read all about it, we should have gone extinct here

It’s likely that our flesh is not very tasty to the animals who’d consume our cadavers, shed a tear

It’s why we don’t know what happens after death, if it’s better than life on Earth, it’s a suicide

If it’s worse than life on Earth, it’s a mystery ‘til we find out, it’s too late, take a pill, sin of pride.

Break a leg now or never, if & only if you believe blindly, there’s a chance you’re right, so believe

Good luck to be me, right this second over on 47th street of L.A. in the USA, loaded .357 reprieve

Mic’d up in case the press gets to question me for news at 10, honkies & baked junkies fear not

Conclusive evidence just in, life is but a dream, the dreamer has split into billions of bones a lot.

Keeper or throwback, hills to be climbed & slid back down, wipe out as if never even here at all

Deduce this with the tools and skills you’ve inherited from the Cro-Magnon bunch, feel the Fall

Sentenced to eternal damnation by nobody I know, nearly forced a brainwash to remain, gone

Clear light, sighted eyes, blinded by smoke & mirrors, rhythm’s chief, groovin’ shoot a shot gun!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Blovember 9th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1430 hours

{ Bled this out of my coronary artery while jammin’ to LOST SANTANA jams on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LjLD47mb_jA?si=yV6XDv7C1s6famtn }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

THE MUSE (MARGIE)