CHEECH & CHONG & FULL METAL JACKET for the Fallen near the Git Git Go! OOrah! @HenrysCrime @KeenuReeves & RIP to mama mia!

R.I.P. mama mia 

Salvatrese Alfano Stephan

peace & I love you baby!  XOXO

BALL HAS A DROP-DOWN-MENU FOR BEER

I’ve got news for the old folks, the young folks and the #WokeFolks in the bleeding

Broken laws come first after ten commands, you can’t be a good human, no felons

Your OP parents were either never there or there & shouldn’t ‘ve been there, DING

Ethical decisions based on traditional morality of right & wrong, good & evil sons.

No daughters are allowed to be evil, they are all the product of semen of the men

Just a solitary egg wondering about nothing suddenly hijacked by RNA without Zen

Harmony when atoms collapse into black holes beneath the Milky Way’s day tripper

Hidden within star systems’ planetary orbitals, none with life as we know it, a zipper.

Stop my watch, your time is up & it’s all goin’ down to the bottom of the holy dumbbell

Bums & stoned junkies hired to judge, umpire & referee the ball game, avoid inevitable

Until death will strife then part your 208 bones, blood & consciousness to die for any day

Idiots & morons runnin’ to head the show but the jig is up & naked kings are all but gay.

Brow-beating your master’s mama until you’re released and freed from being indentured

That’s the only way to succeed at annihilating your slave mentality, inherit from a cool fool

In or out of your home, above & below the ground we share with all plants & animal herds

Everywhere, anyplace, anytime including eternity out of Time, pretend that it is all One too.

Let me assure myself before I reduce my ego to the essence of being’s reduction, poor ol’ Id

Professional and amateur have equal but separate visions, one to enrich & the other to enjoy

For nobody can anybody die for, whether you have a notion to do it or not, it’s impossible too

Just sayin’ it’s a long road to the top & quick jump off of a bridge or a cliff when killin’ the kid.

Nobody cares if it’s Albert, Anthony, Zeke or Zachary, from A to Z, you’re flushed to the guts

Conception & then abortion, it’s the human’s extinction mechanism for Mother Nature’s cuts

Safer & at risk like your daddy & mama were, it’s inheritance to swill like Tennessee whiskey

Portholes open without glass barriers, the ship goes down, poop deck from fore to aft, at sea.

Silly brothers fighting like cousins and their choices of mate, it will never, ever begin again

You know deep down that the Truth is, you were fortunate to be conceived at all, pray Zen

No free choices other than to follow the cause & effect system of the down & out, hurry up

You may run out of time or be already gone, fly like an Eagle, win an NFL championship cup!

Queer is different from the Norm, which is what evolutionary variation of genes is all about

You get picked up hitch-hiking, believing that human beings are all good, none of them evil

Eyes wide open when you are forced to terminate the threat of being incarcerated by a lout

As above the ground is wide open, so below the ground, all the same, above & below gravel.

Crickets rubbin’ legs for the attraction to reproduce its own kind, no reason for that bull scat

It’s the nature of the beast, evolution for the most fit who reproduce a lot, the predators eat

Holy ghosts remain when things themselves eek out their mortality, decrepit ashes in an urn

All sights out of sight, all sounds hard of hearing, tasteless because their odorless, feel a burn.

You won’t feel a thing after the pain dissipates, nobody feels anything after it’s all gone to hell

Believe the dead folks when they return to the psychics who explore the black hole in a bell

Loose as my old lady Lucy or up tighter than a drum, up here on top, ain’t no big thing, so high

Bluff it for me and difficult for y’all, a lucky draw from a holy deck of 52, got a full house, I lie!

Plaid & polka dotted shirts and skirts, long sweaters of wool and synthetic silk, all in my head

When you are forced to skip a rope & you’re the best of the rest, single or double-Dutch uphill

Inside of a river I stepped into, I immediately reflected, wouldn’t step into the flow twice devil

Backward spelling of the diablo is ‘lived,’ there’s no doubt, devil is lived with corpses all dead.

Squirt the fluid out the container, envelop the origin in the code of an original garden snaking

I’ll get up your leg, gone up every mother’s leg near my pheromones that waft in the dead air

You know what I know, it’s nobody’s secret that we’re alive & we’re all gonna die, sooner here

Immortality in a conceptual, bizarre world as we know it, ash remains can’t drink ale or beer.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 1-XXIXth - MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

{ Killed the Lead, Buried the Lead, Drafted this Ditty while jammin’ to the @Eagles #LongRoadOutOfEden on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5nhM1BJOHu8 & the #Creators Anunnaki, Gods, Ancient Aliens

@ https://youtu.be/S74h3U7rISM?si=mZJYWKl8EO85CjXS )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Y'all Gotta Whoop A Human's Ass Sometimes #ShootMeStraight #MakeItBurnTheWholeWayDown #JackDanielsBlack

GOD DOG DAB NAB IT, PERPETUALLY UBIQUITOUS RICH KIDS

First, for the last time I’m going to go all in on the bet, I’ve got a full boat to boot
At minimum I lose my rent money for two months, maximum I’m a loom of fruit
Apples and oranges, bananas and coconuts in solid & liquid form, vitamin C rich
As above, so below this saga goes on ad infinitum, least until you blow it, butch.

Not only are we lucky but also we’re anointed to be the ones who get to know it
What it is from the birth of you to your death, before & after the diapers of chit
Moms and dads know what I mean, pamper & training to excrete it all in a hole
In the ground, inside outhouse or a lavatory with running water & a flush bowl.

No envy of the powers that be, they’ve no sentience at all of our random musing
That they either used to or still do exist in another realm, a dimension of Timing
Eyes to see whether they’re wide open or not, that’s the inner sanctum of signs
Stop or Go, Enter or Exit, Free Choice on to save the day for a bow tie that binds.

Underdog until the last gasp, a final bark up a tree, a fox scored in survival mode
You keep the Truth close to your vest like your daddy told you to, I ain’t lyin’ much
Hard to take the riffs and back beating like I used to, it hurts some & wanna scream
Amazing or not, non-plussed for the duration of formation, one dream in a dream.

Y’all brought a knife to a gunfight and that is the highway it must be, or so I’m told
Middle path between two extremes of the holy Void, imagined to be hot and cold
Out of hands of mankind, woman’s womb has no mercy on eternity, holy or mighty
Instant things appear in shape & form, from all matter of atomic fusion to fight me.

I got all bloody from the skirmish, and it wasn’t pretty or even 1/2 way decent lookin’
My last girlfriend called me a period-piece whatever that meant, down south jukin’
From 15 to 75 it’s just the maximum #Soulshine without the moonshine, I sway right
Between you & I & the four cornered room we occupy, here is so fine, not too tight.

Automatic and systematic for the conceptual analysis of conundrums so very foul
No resolution in every case, just the feeling of absolute uselessness in a fishbowl
Played by the playboys & call girls whether I liked it or not, gambled roulette on it
Cards’ high hands beat the house, 40 G out the door, Vegas or Jersey Boardwalk.

My blood brothers know without a sound of written words spoken, dust in the wind
Loathing all the pressure to perform perfectly, mentally & physically, all in my mind
Nowhere else except maybe a migraine smacking forehead & temples, it’s fly to me
Nothing anybody can do about it except MRI yo' brain, magnetic image, an anomaly.

Part your hair down the middle of your head, grow the crop low down on a high road
It’s rocky sometimes & smooth as silk once in a great while, let it slide into demise
Not a thing to be done about that 'cept listen to the music & if you can, dance & sing
It’s always when you’re back in black, God’s eating dogs & eating cats, pet the cat.

If you think anything other than you’re alive, it's is true about living & dying in L.A.
There’s a chink in your armor since you have it, look in the mirror to confirm, stay
A bit longer than you believed it would be, over 100 years old, a favor to the divine
Yesterday, today was tomorrow back then, never-never-land's a shark danger sign.

Under water or underground's volcanic rocks at the molten, star-blown Earth core
That's the total of power, revolutionary orbital trajectory projection, psycho's terrain
Monkeys & their makers in charge of things themselves & all the occult, all insane
Authority’s dead, random recombinant DNA at the mercy of smells & tastes' score.

Washing sore feet of wounds caused by barefoot preaching on desert sand pebbles
Sea beaches to play games of golf, full moguls’ sand traps, doglegs & fairway dells
Your buzz of music playing ‘tween your ears may be original or obscure, to be a blip
It’s your karma like it or not, now you know, all you require is balance on a pin's tip.

Who knows anything of Life & Death other than blind faith junk pretending, a mortal
Your belief that you & yours are the essence of immortal, divine creator's dirty portal
Leads to living a dream, in a place in Space you find it all, growin’ up & gettin’ a pair
Mothers & fathers at one point or another, die & fade away into nothing's long hairs.

Hippies & beatniks in denial of enculturation, what anthropomorphism is all about
Everything caused by the Earth’s position in a solar system, Divine, nothing Human 

Be thinking that you’re woke when you’re at your wake, asleep in a dream to awaken
Grief is good if you need it for fuel to overrun your hum, audio’s verve, heavy shout. 

In no way, of any old shape or form from a random recombination of a female curve
Not a slim chance in hell there’s one that appears & escapes the astronomical hit

Deadheaded for the headlights in a head-on, I signed the cross & began the swerve

Y'all said things I didn’t wanna say, played games you wanted to play, caput ala scat.

Brought a knife to a gunfight but since the blade was my hands, it was as sharp
As a blade sharpened by slate to the finest, smoothest line of strings on a harp
Played for the immortals who are never present, only past & future pizza story
Food for princes & kings to be good to go when war is waged, queen’s for glory.

Grown at home, from seed to flower, smoked with the hot fire flames of stars
Hot or not, it burns anyway from matter to ash gone to hell, below how wheels
Hands on my lap, fell in a trap, didn’t get the warning from mama or papa then
Walkin’ barefoot in the dark, rocky road with no regard for gods or men’s Zen.

So very hard to rock when It’s silent quietude all around, doe & buck in arrears flux
Off-putting yourself ahead of everyone else means you’re wearing corduroy tuques
Once upon a time of your hairy, bald head, powers-that-be hide the inner sanctum
Words predicate this machine’s First Cause & Final Effect, #WordUp trippin’ scum.

Bottlenecked & broadsided son, it happens prior to extinction, One on the spectrum
So many splits of an original gangster remains to remind the thing itself to get some
Either you get it or you don’t & that’s fine, you’re not destined to hear the song sang
Karma erased, deleted, annihilated & Oneness generated my mama, dad’s big bang.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted dreaming, sleeping yet #Woke while jammin’ to the @ HITS #YouGottaWhoopAMansAssSometimes & other musical battles on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMnqPpHParo }

F IN I S

W.W.A.R.D.

 

AIN’T NO FUN WAITIN’ ‘ROUND TO BE A MILLIONAIRE, EH? DON’T CARE WHAT THEY SAY!

AM I RIGHT OR WRONG?  YA GOTTA WHOOP A HUMAN'S ARSE SOMETIMES, YUP!

@ELVIS @TheRollingStones #LivinInAGhostTown @CasperTheFriendlyOne @Bill_Burr #ChopperFatherAndSonFun #RichardPryorZorro #ThePhenomenon #BrooksAndDunne #PhilosophersStone @VanMorrison #MATRIX @KeanuReeves

love l.a. like angels

In a manner of speaking, love is a representation of the feeling inside your heart & soul
Deeper than you usually can get since it’s beneath your conscious mind’s eye, on a roll
For the sake of the Truth to be told without sucking in a vacuum like Outerspace, it’s all OK
Evolved from ignorant apes & now enlightened with the doubt of One in dark hole, lay lay.

Pounced on the prey when the time was right, Timing of course, it’s everything required et al
Killing the prey & eating the flesh off its bones is the same as what happens if y’all are food
Nothing we can do about it but starve to death with muscle atrophy in thin air, not too good
Attitudes & Timing are everything, man & woman alike, the species survives at our will y’all

Fear of Nothing is healthy since if you die, you cannot enjoy this ride on the planet’s orbit
This is what it’s all about, astronauts have discovered the whole shebang, Man, this is It
Outerspace is no place for happy soul infused species, whether human or any old genus
Face the Truth, if you’re lucky, it all ends up in a hearse, Brooks & Dunne got word to us.

Blind faith helps the survivors of loved ones, friends & relatives who die accidentally old
Or young with a beautiful corpse, either way for whatever reason under the sun, it’s gold
Everything above an below, here and beyond this atmosphere is all there is, oh, good grief
Even a cartoon has the gist of the game, break or obey rules, you owe your debtor relief.

Paid in full gets you to where you would have been even if you still owed the mortal debt
Armed with weaponry from heavens above, just skin & bones & your ol’ soul power to rent
Bring your imagination to the gold vein deep underneath the planet’s rolled pebbles, I say
It’s lead transformation due to the core of hell’s fire intensity, where devils lived in the day.

Need the consciousness of a being whose eyes are wide open, even if legally blind as a bat
Radar and sonar to reconnoiter Earth’s surface from boundary to coast, a drone’s bull scat
Contact with the unknown will come soon enough, I accompany corpus dillecti & maggots
Unknown, indeed, what you don’t know won’t hurt, Life exists due to the Sun’s quiet riots.

Savior, Buddha, high priest, pope, cardinal, bishop nor monk know any more than hermits
Eyes & ears perceive it one day at a time, ready to pivot on a moment’s notice, blown to bits
Accidentally on purpose, offering your life’s survival for the sake of your country’s freedom
No more necessary than being conceived or being born to a woman, a fatherless orphan.

Historical record in the cloud storage, recalled instantly for ease of proof, it is what it shall
Security and the body-guards should be the only assurance we need but can’t get at all
You may not be able to grasp the Truth if it’s a violation of your own blind faith, it’s all likely
In the end, free choice is not communistic or socialistic, it’s a question for a holy psyche.

Comedy and tragedy should be all you need to know to comprehend the pending doom
All of our kin & friends not to mention the Billion of human beings in existence, out of room
Banish your bad self from the common good and infest the agar with a viral byte of scat
1’s & 0’s fill-in the blanks, equation in trigonometric calculus to amend conclusions shat.

Without an iota of witty retort to return fire from the sniper in the jungle tundra to the sky
Out of sight and without a trace of sound, the kill shot penetrates to the holy bull’s 3rd eye
At the end of the day, all darkness appeals to the sunny boys of the clear light, innocents
Follow leaders to the doom of the legion, only the strong survive, remainder extinct sins.

Mortal or original violations of the creator’s predetermined rules disguised as commands
Where is this One who would be like the scientist responding to the experiment’s hands
For real, there’s nothing more to it than this one explanation, Void the Singularity’s finale
Origin sleeping giant’s spark of gas chain reacts to implode, forced explosion to oblivion.

Invisible angels you know are all too human 20/20 vision, yet see all humanity’s revelries
Metaphysical philosophy ala rational displays of reason and logic, premise to conclusion
Requiring deductions to formulate a final display of argument for the Truth of subjection
Objection to the hero ejection of a verbal display for the record, a fem fatale’s injection.

Oh, I’ve been in love with L.A. since 1974, oh that December in El Monte & Santa Monica
You never know when the time is right but certainly, Timing is Everything or nothing at all
Presence both before and after the thing itself animates its nature within the Void 8-ball
Game over, 8 ball in the side off the 9, banked into the corner off the new #GulfOfAmerica.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1730 hours

{ Jammed this while jammin’ to @Eminem on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YVkUvmDQ3HY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

RIP ELVIS THE PELVIS

#DonnyHathaway #NeverMyLove #TheAnthology

DEFENSIVE INTRUSION ON DIVINE DNA

You never know when you might need to have an ace in the hole, it’s all in the game I know
From birth to death the alpha & omega display all there is in Time’s Space above & below us
Liberty, as it was before your conception, your imaginary presence postmortem, my son
Finishing the lines on the mirror, you’ve bled out your inferior nasal conchae for no reason.

Pierce your skin from head to toe, insert dye into the would for the stains that ever last it
It all fades to the dust allowed by the undertaker, traditional incineration or shell burial
Pretending that the shell left behind was the thing you loved, it was the spirit inside moves
Of wisdom and experiential knowledge of all that happens from pole to pole’s dirty grooves.

Music and silence preferred over the banging noise of the pots & pans without pasta fazul
Singing and blowing into tubes, plucking strings if not rubbing friction in & out or act the fool
Known limitations in mind, skipping the losses & entrenching in the wins, all that I am, high
Schooled beyond the need to know, ignorance annihilated in the end, I know I am the guy!

Leftover banquet’s cuisine is as good as it gets, trophies for all just to participate in the glee
On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the best, this is here & now, as good as it ever gets yo me
Maybe not to you or anyone else but you know, it’s all about being in love with L.A. suburbs
Big homes, small hoods, no projects towering above stone-asphalt, there’s no other words.

Mic up your voice so that everyone may enjoy the content of your thought, bring it on down
As you’ve always known, nobody knows anything about Nothing, let them know all about it
Christening the Christ in the Christian heathens who are kids believing their folks’ bull s#it
Not their fault it’s all they gleaned from the ancestors they descended from, it’s all there is.

Powerless in the finale as it was at the prologue before Act 1, hence curtain drops The End
Now then, unknown is known, no secrets or insoluble conundrums’ nightmare in a dream
Watch as the time pass without stopping, always forward & never in reverse of the stream
Past is all gone, forgotten except for warnings gleaned to avoid pain God’s bloody scream.

Spirit invisible within you & without you, it’s a fact of life you’ve been warned & it’s cool
Regardless of whether you like circumstances or not, it is all what it is, y’all are but a tool
Nobody cares about that either unless you’re imprisoned as an innocent or a genius Man
Breeze through exams & procure advanced degrees & prognosticate, be all too human.

Mind over matter is the illusion to accept to participate in society or you’ll be imprisoned
For life or some nights and days less than the whole shebang, nature will be four seasoned
Good, Evil & Ugly come as close as any creator or savior would want to be, it’s all a put-on
A play for the energy blown out to emptiness by an exploding red giant, immortal shotgun.

Sensational yet demure and at the same time off-putting as the refuse you’ve defecated
Holy gaslight fills the tragedy with comedy, if you can’t laugh, you’re gonna cry a deep river
Like it or not, as far as we know, this life we are lucky to be living is a gift from Gods that be
Nothing to be seen, form nor shape of matter to compare to your Ma & Pa, you are all of It.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier 7^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1919 hours PST

{ Secreted watching @Prometheus @ https://youtu.be/nB-I8i6y6II?si=MKnZDl06twEHou7m & listenin’ to @RandyNewman #ShortPeopleGotNobody link @  https://youtu.be/T3W4ZOlA08g }

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

#LoveMeWhenImGone #LetsROLL #PeopleWhoLovePeople #SpeciesSubooridinates #KillSwitch

DISTURBING?  YA?

I'm the 23 year old #USAF NCO out of uniform & out-of-line hands-on, at the finale of the Viet Nam War, I am on the Far Left (as usual) in the shadow of Itaiwan #MakeBelieveWorld outside of Osan AB, South Korea circa 12-12-1974, #Neverneverland.

1974

@wonderwoman

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THE REAL MCCOYS & FAKE HATFIELDS et al 

All on full throttle, pedal to the metal with the full house when no four of a kind

Bet on all your family jewels that you’ll come out smelling like a sweet, rosy mind

In every semi-final sequence of your life & death animation of skin and bones

You and all of the rest of us will know what this Life is all about ala cyber iPhones.

Color blinded by the darkness and lifted into the starlight of one, 1st sun’s demise

Pitch black hole’s suck singularity in gravitational collapse, moronic Big Bang lies

Fiddle-faddle sticks & stones, pick ‘em up & throw ‘em down in a controlled chaos

Get them all up & out without moving the One, black stick with the name of fools.

Pie in the sky 8-pieces uneaten, give me a piece a la mode flying Chinese-saucer ball

Periodic chairs and tables with the entire material universe in a walnut shell, no-no sir

Due respect for Time & Space experience in these 208 bones of RNA output, here, here

Now then, there, there now, no need for panic about the unknown being Nothing at all.

Peers a microscopic clip of a whole One, the whole shebang, all of what it is, to be Man

To be any other species is an ignorant, regressive mode of extinction without a Woman

Hurts to create a disturbance & be disturbed yourself by fake sinner, masticated scat

Learned what you’ve been taught by the survivors of childbirth, host’s & hostess’ fat.

Gems shining in a pitch-black darkness where the sun doesn’t shine, all up a keaster

As above & so it is below, immersion in retweets of the twitter & alogrhythm bleeder

Have the guns & bullets that will travel with bows, arrows, knives, swords & Fbombs

Annihilated the cosmic essence that existed before the animated thing, amoeba Oz.

No wizard with a magic wand behind him or a bookie with omni power to set the odds

Still won the lottery without buying the scam, a random number flambee of the gods

Not one person wins the game when other people lose the game, it is holy scat of chit

Brought in a memory I forget the moment I recalled, decay of gums in your head, eff It.

You all died a little bit every day when you chewed the dead matter of Life, decrepit

Hot water is atom holy, ice cold water shrunk man’s kind down to size, tiny byte of It

Underwater breath, don’t blow like a whistle, it’ll stink up the room, take it to a bank

At least you’re eating dead things & some morsels that stick between teeth for stank.

Power of the thought to create a form of life without the exchange of your spit with God

Friction & gravitational collapse use the momentum for Good, Evil & Ugly smokin’ bud

Boiled away our queen’s funk in Wagnall’s version of the pronunciation fission of rooks

A thru U vowels & B to Z consonants form the written word on walls, tablets & e-books.

Prime yet tertiary old news, you live & you’ll die for certain, live free & die young ain’t It

Be a slave to the system, obey the rules generated by the dead folks’ recipe for the chit

Bake, boil, fry, BBQ it or just masticate the bloody cells from the wishbone byte bums

It takes forever to reincarnate into walking bones, in a NYC minute, I swallow chums.

Who the hell is the swallower of our chums? A disembodied consciousness or bad guy

Fine for art but not for the good, bad or the ugly, painted, penciled or CAD concoction

Shrinkage in your skin to protect your hot stuff within your bowels, all just to get a high

Between waking up after being unconscious & asleep for hours or a day, Time is a Lie.

You are not the cause of your life, you are not the cause of your death, you lie as a rug

Down flat on the floor where only the bottom can deceive the clear mind, I am the bug

Insect to crawl, climb & burrow until there’s nothing left to do except to leave a corpse

Block you until you annihilate yourself, I don’t cast aspersions unto the Big Guy force.

Predict extinction cannot occur without F-bombs & the ilk of morons, idiots & queers

Free speech, freedom to say anything except that there’s a fire in the theater to cattle

They’ll stampede one & all without regard for the herd ahead, no steppin’ on the fears

Ending in black blankness, lights go out, they burn or bury you, forget about it! Beers!

Who dropped the first pin on a map? A pirate or explorer of water & dirt, queen’s boys

Girls got nothing to do with the labor of love, they got the whole species to be the toys

Swingin’ jeans back & forth, to and fro just like the metronome tick-tock, so say please

It’ll be the thanks I get for turnin’ on the blacklights, purple hazed & mindless tease.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Janvier 2nd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted in utero, while jammin’ to @Ojays #GreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/DkP_0l0YLqI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

YO MAMA (mama mia}

#HitMeWithYourTwenty #Blown #Perfunctory

. . . NOW HEAR THIS & THAT

 IF Y’ALL LOVE 'ER , LET 'ER KNOW

GOOD TIMING IS EVERYTHING

Probable cause of a Big Bang is an unknown yet such a controversial point of contention

You know and I know that it all depends on the Truth and Justice of a ham sandwich sin

Pigs in blankets disguised as sautéed dead animals & plants ala Earth’s stealthy gnomes

Bon fire to stay alive here & now since the age of reason burning until kingdom comes.

Now then, what y’all knew for certain before now was your A’s, B’s & C’s & to be 1 to

The Golden Books of the greatest culture ever known to the planet have been consumed

By me & a number of others who have touched the index finger of God, Ala, Buddha One

One way down a narrow turnpike, twixt twisted RNA extremes, stars & a black hole Sun.

Silent warning sounding the alarm to those who’ve been fortunate to recollect themselves

In charge of all that sheer will power allows in causes of all effects of matter & energy gulfs

Mind assault to rearrange the categories of everything known about substance, on the cuff

Indoctrination into savage nations requires suspension of your animation, sleep in the buff.

Every muscle of the being who is as human as any other since the Big Bang, all of them atrophy

During a final gasp of gas out of the thin air above & below the wild blue yonder, fly high as me

The cost is more than you’ve earned or can ever repay on a loan with faux interest, zero, beat it

Will to power that moves your 208 bones until they exceed 100 revolutions, Scat ain’t The S#it!

Excuse the hallucination appearing as the Reality of everyone on Earth, it’s a chimera & don’t tell

Nothing more than what you are now is what you’ve always been since the mortal sin of an apple

Good & Evil nobody gets behind yet it’s a feature of the nature of the beast, an acid program of it

Chromosomes animated & reactivated a Thing Itself, it is what it is, incarnation ash to ash, dusted.

Beyond all good & evil Nature exhibits, above & below sea level, living in funk, a twilight zone

Twist your conception’s deception & theoretical, heretical yet inherited, all blind faith is in some One

Meaning something like we’re mere animations of Divinity we never know until our body dies, son

That’s all I got, nothing else anyone can prove other than, someday we’ll know It, my Mind’s blown.

Peers have no standing once rigor mortis becomes the lord, no soul or spirit leftover in the abstract

Lights all out of the unanimated creature feature we all succumb to since we’ve no other alternative

To be or not to be at that point is not significant, it’s a moot point of the moron & idiot psyche alive

In charge of every breath we all take, every move we make surveilled & now & then, cop some jive.

We talk as if we know It, we’ll be checked on your ability to repeat what you’ve heard at the gate

In love’s life or divinity’s own, all of the above gets a soul’s chance to appeal, powers that x-rate

Now, this time in the nature of things cannot be repeated, it comes & goes quick as a hot bunny

Remember this, y’all recall this memory, fire burns all evidence of Nothing that smells so funky.

Common ground above & below the blind man’s bluff in the seven-card stud poker card game

I’m cashing in all my chips, I’ll fold my last hand of the full house, aces over jacks, it’s a shame

The way was the only way to go, I went that way on the one way & it’s come to the dead end

Pressure of dead ancestors & their unborn descendants put on my dead head, I will so offend.

Common ground is above & below the place in Space you exhibit learned behavior of the group

No free will choice but to obey the rules of the categorical imperative, know thy self’s but One

All you need to know before you die, you are but One, nobody else is Two or more, all my Sun

Heaven or Hades an abstraction of burning gas that trips the switch for the Void to go Slurp

I have some bad medicine that’s so difficult to swallow that you & I may be the only two to go

When the Earth is swallowed by the Void when Time is up in Space, then we’ll say “Ships Ahoy!”

Not until that last moment of sucked air blows out the air sacks, only then will I exit, stage right

Maybe I won’t, that will be I wake up from the dream I’ve been animating while at rest, I’ll fight!

Found on a middle road’s dead-end, all motion of the ocean couldn’t cease, I’m all fish in the sea

Ridin’ on the waves onto the sand of the shore where pirates and miscreants rule the mean & free

As far above as below the core of Earth, pennies for all thoughts as the duck quacks, masters earn

Been there, done that, came back from it, avoided the Void, it’ll be too late at The Point, no return.

Gosh, oh my lord have mercy on our souls, nothing above or below One, invisible God, a Singularity

Rewards & punishments for disobedience to mortal commands of deadmen and their lack of clarity

First off, nobody wrote a word in the English Language hundreds or thousands of years ago, it is so

Mistranslated from left to right, a social-political skirmish of mud in bowels, such a low, low blow.

Briefly, flash fish in the pan comes & goes, lickity split as if it was never there at all, ad infinitum

Feel a malfunction is the way it’s going to end in a grave, stops pullin’ my rosary chain, FE, fears

Old School educated my mind, power to see through imaginary human fictions, divine sum's errors

Play from Act to Act, Finale & Epilogue come without effort, what happened, species’ extinction.

Lips are moving but I can’t even hear what I’m saying, judging myself by myself, I fear & loathe It

What it is has nothing to do with me other than it’s all I am too but since I can’t believe it, I forget it

Easier that way when you’re among those folks who are clueless & faulted for responsibility, git me?

News is old,  young or ancient relic of the dozens that got run on in Brooklyn Dawn's down for free.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Freezember XXXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 hours AMPST

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END OF YEAR #POWERSTROKE #CommonGrounded #GoodGodHappyNewYear2025 @Eminem & #TwoTrailerParkGirls ... goin' 'round the outside!

I FOLLOW THE NEWS, SAME OLD BLUE, FLAT SHARPS

Gods were here and now they’re all gone and it’s the way it is now both above & below US

There’s no point to drawing a picture from one straight or crooked line that winds to a circle

This here, right this moment is all there is inside of your mind, other data has uplink-bleed

Creep up and down the corridors of the matrix maze you’ve appeared in, to star as a lead.

Once or more than a million times, I have related your mother to the poor lady seed pod

Throws up the babies to increase the monthly income from the powers that be you & me

Two or three (tree) more times and the end of all good times is all that’s left, you’re all in

Can’t become a dot when you’re a line or a two-dimensional shape of Pavlov’s Doge coin.

What I am is what you are, living matter that will not last the century’s causes of effects

Miraculous search has been abandoned for the mundane absence of malice to sexists

Plague kills the living to make room for the cleared palate, we’ve erased your memories

Slate to be or not to be, invasion or exile, either way you’re all gonna die, god-eye sees.

Woke can’t wake up, can’t fall asleep back into the sugar-baby coma for the colored Id

It’s the gamut from deep purple, ultra-violet to infrared & the bovine scat fed to every kid

On or off of Planet Earth, the leftover chit floats about the burning gas-balls of stardust

Incompetent as you know yourself, sensations show sensational & exaggerated disgust.

BBQ’d animal crackers assume animated cell-forms, DNA/RNA combos of fission fashion

Pinned to the pine trees you see from 8 miles high above pop rocks of atomic subdivision

Second city you emerge form a swam of Lake Michigan trolls & drones to retrieve big balls

Jesus’ quotes The Prophet, a frozen-stiff God’s sons of creation, Souls’ fall to welfare rolls.

I will what happens, all in front of my woke-face, persuasion of others is a misnomer’s spiff

I kicked you in the low-hangin’ fruit, the family jewels, hear screamin’ Angus of AC/DC, a riff

You know like I know once you’ve progressed beyond the mercy of the welfare department

Popstars pop out of the toaster with tart fruit, manna of champions from a Jetson’s toaster.

Force you into the round hole, you’re a square, four lines meeting the four points leftover ilk

As you know, nobody knows anything, sights & sounds of the stars we call Zeus’ kids’ milk

All the dead men & women who lived since the Power allowed evolved apes to get hell bent

Everyone would have been surprised by the mystery of struggling to survive a punishment.

Since the water has been evaporating out of the atmosphere due to the orbit’s wobbling

Soon the continents’ shores will increase the sight of the crags exposing Earth as asteroid

An accidental effect of the Big Bang is Life on Earth, there’s no other star in the universe

We are all there is, what you see in the black sky at night is the blanket over your fear-Void.

Enough will never be enough for the whole shebang, the rainbow trash is the fuel for Zeus

Humility within is exposed by jealousy of all fungal infections we call our elected, ewe puss

Monkey shines, pre and post your mother’s labor, father’s random-mix of the slippery slope

I ain’t gonna say this twice, if you listen & navigate the rest of your life story, it’ll be all dope.

Tiny and simple to huge and complex, a dot transforms into shapes of animated, aired acid

Came from sunshine’s photosynthetic modification of the thing itself, One pretentious Id

Before your conception, you can’t recall but there was either Fear & Love evolved to mutate

Egg & seminal fluid is It, what you are ain’t a god’s daughter or antihero son of a gun’s date.

Revoke & resign are not viable options, all you get is dead air, a body of work, piece of work

Fallen or just trippin’ on the formula retrieved from commandments on slate rock for a dork

That prehistoric modification of blind faith’s belief in Nothing absolute, First Cause antihero

Pals of Bad-Built-Bush-Body, degenerate savages are the progeny of our gods, I add to zero.

Comic books with funny jokes between punks and their animals, generate the mirth of gods

Laughing their invisible soul’s arses off, there’s reason for madness, I will cause extinction

I drank all of the leftover bowls of cereal cow milk and sugar, sweetened my cavity function

Pulled the rotten roots out of the maxilla & mandible with a shot of nonvaccine Nova Caine.

Ski & skate as a substitute for crawling, walking & sprinting, point A to B, a Clarkfever fizzer

If and only if the boredom will be too much to take, only then terminate DNA & RNA’s uplink

What will happen then, what will you do then when Scat hits the fan und spreads like butter

All recycled matter we call food, dedicated defecation, no drinks stay within, it’s all in sync.

POTUS’ toughness gets a blow to the noggin and goes into the power-stroke of the millennia

What I am is what I got between my ears, non-material mind of different strokes, what the…

Gods in the dams to keep the river waters from the melted snow atop the high lander peaks

Kids rock just has hard when it’s the softer and kinder rock of ages, prehistoric funky geeks.

Locomotion is mocking the revolving & orbiting pieces of dirty galaxies only dead heads see

Ate dogs, cats, cattle, horses, goats, pigs, sheep, snakes & live elves, all too humane to be

Off color ultraviolet waves turn into infrared frequencies that were never here or ever there

Spatial timing is everything, nothing is more important than that, avoiding extinction in fear.

Running the dozens, you’ll never even know, poets don’t even know it, no fate of protocol

With the leftover stardusted sand, the hydrogen & oxygen are artificially intelligent, like #aI

My father Al, artificially dreamt that a dream’d come true, it did, here I am, hereditary sloop

Deep Space is empty of wisdom & knowledge, goddess’ drones filling womb-cosmic-soup.

I have the trump to cancel-out your powerful acey-deucy high-balls, I will lay low to the end

Finale will eventually finalize a contract, signed on a dotted line and then logged in heaven

No fire and brimstone will annihilate the yuletide logs in the fireplace, placed Hell’s kitchen

Near a melting pot of every race, sexual menudo of 208 bones of a cultural collection of sin.

Amboy’s Dukes & girls into dead Folkes, terminated via age or accident, answer the phone

Pretention of naked-ape children who’ve graduated out a Universe’s university, mind-blown

Common ground keeping us down, all gravitational pull of the wobbling revolution, my orbit

Crowned and finally left grounded skull & bones, buried, burned, pulverized “Never Forget!”

Now you see it, then you don’t, emptiness inside of a deep hole, eating ducks, cats & @Doge

I’m your father & your mother’s father hence, you are what I am yet one of us is a cool rogue

Infinite periods between sentences download paragraphs’ phraseology, simple fools’ pools

Genes demented forms of liquids & gases turned solid, wasted dump of uneducated fools.

Bums and brutal junkies filling out forms for the games of hens & roosters, illegitimate eggs

Been what you’ve been, off of the throne when gods’ deaths’ go goo-goo doll, drag of dregs

I am nearly gone; I’m goin’ to a #GoGo with the smoke of @Smokey & shebang of a miracle

Force One, dead yet not gone, no more death & suffering, Hohoe Xmas, 2025’s Hell’s Bell.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

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