Who is the Big Sur? Sir, to you with Love! #WhiteNoise & a #BigBangCLIMAX

Y’all ASKED ME FOR A SIGnal, BIG SUR, sir

What it is can be nothing more or less than substance and form of Nothing at all

As defined by the following thought expressed in sound without sight, it’s The Fall

Not only are you here and now but also you will always be, you always were here

Nevermore blind faith in the Man In The Sky, hominids evolved & didn’t precede It.

Just now, chills and hot, cookin’ flesh on your bones, frozen or BBQ’d, you’re dying

That’s the Truth, I’m an optimist not a pessimist hence, we’re headed unto Nirvana

Looked both uptown and downtown, around the planet & supra-atmosphere’s gas

Hang into your deepest junk, excitable boys & sycophant girls without alimony sass.

Naked ape species have much ado about Nothingness to share occult fodder for gods

Pretending to know something is an indoctrination that’s impossible to resist hotrods

Losers and winners accumulate resistance of the opposite tendency, splitting atoms’ ice

Melting into a center core of an undefined indefinable, you’ve played into a roll of dice.

Inherit this RNA & pass it on with no returns, I tag you & you’re It, I’m immune to S#IT

What you need to do is what you ought to want to do, desire to complete the mission

Planning and strategy to succeed at the outcome, predicted to be immunity to losing It

Coming around and going around in a circular jerk which you cannot practice, it’s All In!

No more freedom to ignore Truth, you’ll perish if your mind doesn’t decide to be all in

You need to protect yourself from predators, they want to have you & your things, son

Daughters all have the option to rescind the original choice, eat the Apple core seedling

Five out of ten times, it’s half the time almost the whole time, I came, I saw and I sing.

About this & that & the other things that come right out of nowhere, pre-infancy RNA

Bites off of the fruits of the loom that nobody has ever seen again since the old garden

Yet, punishment for the crime is still present & going on to infinity, the end won’t come

Either you’re the answer or you’re part of the perennial problem, why live just to die kid?

Hardly a spin of the Earth goes by without something being lost into deep space, ions tip

Over here and over there, we come and go as if we’ve got eternity but it’s a sinking ship

You & I find the trip ain’t as easy as it looked from the teenagers’ point of view, it’s Alive

Earth breathes the air you breathe; you got me, I got you, we’re all in this together, Dive!

My horses drank all the beer, my men drank all of the whiskey & rye, hookers gonna cry

We ride hard on the prairie, just cowboys that would have been flyboys but lost a wing

On the runway nobody takes off with one wing, need two to tango, to soar & fly so high

Mere men and brave women merge into the crown’s power, it’s all about the sons so fly.

Bright spectrum of infrared and ultraviolet radiation from the blown star, it’s how we die

Cannot handle the constant barrage of light & darkness, something had to give, I say why

There’s no answer, dead air, crickets rubbin’ legs to recreate the backstory for white noise

You hear it? I hear it and it’s getting louder every day, playin’ it, Big Bang Singularity toys.

The herd is in the corral and there’s no escape until it’s slaughtering time, shot in the head

For the sake of eating bloody, BBQ’d flesh and falling off of the bone, anticlimactic dread

Being the one eaten isn’t as edifying as being the one eating the dead bites of Earth’s life

Without all meals, starvation precedes extinction, in fact, if she cooks you’ll eat your wife.

Mountains and valleys without the water atop pulled into the gravitational collapse to wit

Appears to be a potato-like asteroid, too big to be annihilated until the Silent Peep of S#it

Nobody left to hear, there isn’t even a sound, nothing is empty of girls, boys & the legends

Forward & backward ant moves, checkmate, no fool’s mate ever again, I am all God sends.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April 7th 2025 AD @ 1010 AMPST

{ Kicked out the momentary lapse of reason while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/qZ86H99Iq4c?si=jEudkCOd87O6zmrZ Daryl’s Place }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

HOSERS & HOOSIERS @CaitlinClark @CarlosSantana #LaFlaca #Smashmouth #WhyCantWeBeFriends

NOTHING VENTURED, NOTHING GAINED

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Fiercely competitive musicians & jugglers, Robinhood jokers of a higher throne

Meant to be accidentally on purpose, the free will as it appears has a first cause

La Flaca love here on Earth because it can't be below hot rocks that melt & flow

From tops of volcanoes erupting above & below the sea line, wavelength is lo.

Frequency higher than the tips of the volcanoes above ground, only gods hear it

It’s a buzz or constant low-end screech, only audible to the One who’s gone daft

Asking questions, telling no lies yet hearing the ignorance & maniacal devolution

Of men & women who cheer the descendants of Love between egg & sperm sin.

Although life is meant to be extinct in forms other than a volatile H2 atom split

Denial of things themselves is necessary & sufficient conditional, expectorate It

Not only for the guarding of your own sanity but also for the sake of Earth spins

Wobbling, circling the star in an elliptical magnetic attraction, too human sins.

Sound to the deaf, hard of hearing, sight to the blind, sight challenged, tasteless

Nothing olfactory about the Mind within the brain, survival of It is being fearless

As your mothers who perished at your birth would have said, “God Damn It!”

Do not shoot the messenger, have childbirth yourself, you’ll agree, birth is chit.

Sometimes it’s good, other times it’s bad, all ways are comin’ out of a darkness

From Nazareth to Chicago, Latin words flew thru Time & Space itself, as I digress

Too human, only know what’s Occult to the rest of the universe in just One click

From any latitude & longitude within the confines of Mother Earth, God’s a Dick.

Not a bad thing, not an evil thing, to be the inseminator of inspiration to Rise Up

From the blood and mud underneath all of our bare feet to the Black twixt stars

Fall, Winter, Spring & Summer expressive Life in a petri dish of a million magots

Shooting messengers allows ignorance to masquerade as wisdom’s good robots.

Nobody knows what you know even if you told someone what you do know, see

Nothing can be known because knowledge requires something, a subject to be

In or out of the mind, between sleeping jags on regular 16 hour awake wokeness

For clones and drones need mankind another minute or two, I’m an extinct hiss.

Just sayin’ that because you thought you were the Best Thing since sliced bread

You’re now faced with this reality of being responsible for your own logical head

Free choice if you ain’t inside a totalitarian imagination, austerity most wanted

With blood chains, sweat-labor & pure, sacred Zen saying Nothing, God is dead.

Substance is the Form, real religion is getting right with the Karma, pay the debt

You can’t die & get away without paying back the Cosmos afore your ghost is set

Hades on fire like close to the sunlight’s hunk of burning Hydrogen & Helium hot

Raging until exoneration by annihilation, It’s all you get at Ends, Finis, all’s caput!

Taking comedy seriously, you’re immuned to cartoons and I can’t hear anything

Pity upon innocents who don’t know they’re no more than fodder undertaking

Dominate all your subordinates as it’s a necessary & sufficient condition for gods

But there ain’t no gods, Archie & Edith Bunker, speak easy like old gold hotrods.

Pierce the veil you didn’t even know was there, on the other side it is still all you

Nothing more nor less than everything between void Space, All Black & too Blue

Consciousness’ victims are guiltless creations who had no choice to be alive here

Holding them responsible for the obligations they’ve committed to, my long hair.

Love is important but the lack of it is also required to make room for the illusion

Idiotic morons who get punked by predators, want to do nothing but mortal sin

All flesh wounds that heal in five minutes, while you wait for the blood to clot it

Suckers born every minute, never run out of them, I’ll have scotch on the rocks.

Do you think with logic & reason or merely mock the wise women who bear us

Players play the games allowed by the powers that be, they pay the GD salaries

Hence, conclusions deduced and induced by studs and mares who charge it all

On the bet that we’ll all catch up with being behind, an idiot knows how to fall.

Straight down after the first leap of faith that there’s no pain in annihilation’s fit

Before y’all hit the bottom, you’ve lost consciousness, you’re just a comedy bit

In the tragedy of death & desolation at the final end, lights go dim, candles’ out

Bones of the type you contain within your skin, all 208 of them, twist to shout.

Bull’s scat mucking up the cosmic egg dream within a dream, a dark Poe cracker

Known wisdom is unrepeatable, the song remains the same, just let me be frank

How long it’s been since your birth’s day doesn’t matter at all, you police backer

It’s ruthless as Babe Ruth was, to hit the ball, pitch the ball, smoke the ball dank.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 3-29-2025 Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ #Florence Blasted out the Void, while ingesting @TheFront @Woody_Allen link @ https://youtu.be/J24PpAukhMM?si=8h7PS7Zmlglccycy }

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W.W.A.R.D.?