#FreakIn #FallOut #KickedArse #USVetsROCK Thank You, Thank Me, Thank God for the USA! #WhereTheCountryGerylsAt?

WOOD IN THE BONE

I got a line on the hashtags in front of the love & hate speech drippin’ out of your genius lips

Speak easy like a beatnik in a smokey dining room with expressive espressos & China cups
Jellybeans for everybody even sugarless for the diabetic getting ready to give up the ghosts
Out of their poor organic lifestyle, your mother & father conceived you & your little sisters.

Passing like ships in the night, nothing can be seen without the dawn of light upon the word
Microphone is &ou didn’t know as you whispered the phrase, “These idiots are morons.”
Now they know you think that they’re idiotic morons, you’ve got no backup & can’t recant
Liars and deceivers cannot be trusted further than a cluster of lung butter coughing paint.

Mucous membranes cannot be breached if you get my drift, I am in benefit mode of luck
Everything you need to be happy is available & denied to all, you get what you can, smuck
Blood in your dried-up spirit that you spat out with mighty mickey mouse & a woodpecker
Cartoons stuck in the past, only the road runner wins in the end, ask all the coyotes’ I fear.

Hear their howls in the night at the full moon that scares them in the darkness, live & die
All they know in their packs is that they live and they die, on to the light, dead or alive high
Mental illness is physical illness and the only way to get out of this life without holy guilt
Bums and the junkies who turn into the leaders of the packs of malcontent ocean silt.

How are you? You won’t be fine when you have your door broken down, pitch your tents
All blue, red or white in the form of coagulated mother’s milk from a statue of fake Liberty
Hard liquor drunks & heroin addicts of superman Kryptonite eat the world, ladies & gents
Unintelligent life not found on Earth by alien UFO’s, passing in & out of Time, a Space key.

Knuckles are folded into fists, they’re bloody good & bloody well right, you tube is blown
Kids wearing their hand-me-down clothes from my siblings and cousins, Truth is unknown
As above, so below you see what you get, if you’re blind you get nothing and nothing less
Nothing cannot be seen & when you’re blind you can’t see something either, so undress.

Look forward to a final gasp of gas like your ancestors who feared that funeral pyre, son
I can’t believe there’s nothing but this and that, life & death for no apparent good reason
Ill conceived, born, lived & died like all of them, the good, the bad & ugly, simply the best
All or none of the above answers for this multiple-choice exam, extra credit as a final test.

I’m the wolf who did the huffin’ & puffin’ to blow your ill-reputed house down, recycled you
Back to the future where nobody but you will know you’ve snapped in the time warp glue
Everything is nothing and vice versa as well, it’s a silly proposition without a logical ending
No rational conclusion deduced or induced from propositions without veracity, pretending.

Being serious or joking like a joker without funny jokes, forgetting the punch lines on cue
We’re not worthy of being in the presence of great women & men, just forget about it too
It won’t change with Time in this Space, a First Cause will not repeat & Last Effect is Void
Points from A to B to C, drawn lines make the triangle, inflated into 3D pyramid & cuboid.

Truth is false and the lies are all true, words are fluid without in-cursive meaning to the gods
To humanity and the other animals slippin’ into my awareness before dismissal in hotrods
I can do the quarter mile in 9 seconds flat, lookin’ to break into 8 but my rig starts flyin’ high
So above it is and below it must be, no chance for error, Truth is set, when you die, you Die!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April XXIVth , MMXXIV @222 PMPST
{ Tracked this pablum out of the bottom of quicksand in the mind, while listenin’ to #CosmicCoolerOfMe @ https://youtu.be/Mr1JCXN_8v4?si=JtD3_RHYbdpIlcz_ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
<3 ONE LOVE <3

#WhereIsMary? #ShesRockinTheEMPTYmoon #MoonRivering @HallAndOates @CarlosSantana #WINNING #LOSING #ITSOVER

1st SEVENTH SON

ANTHROPOMORPHIC DIVNITY

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Visiting the home plate once every game as I hit one for fifty games in a row, all time world's record

Blood ran cold right after the corpus dialectics ceased and the word was made flesh to rot in hell's fjord

Hopping right along on the longitude and latitude of the monster, empty shell of a moon, no sphere Man

We sent men to the moon and they walked around to the dark side where the action is, all too human sin.

 

Moon is a flat disc with nothing inside nor around the dark side, just you & a billion cells of H2 TNT

Fixed it before our births to the mothers of the inventions, wheels to roll the illusion off of it's axis chit

Fingers you have before you use the two thumbs for a hitchhike down the road to perdition, laugh it up

Downside is you didn't have to come here at all, you could have remained in the empty Void of a hiccup.

 

Pea brains so small their nearly invisible & impossible to judge the morality of the too bad they're ugly

Bad like the evil backward spelling of live, it's the positive and negative of the Yin and Yang of the sea

Seven of 'em left from the only Big Bang we've been able to surmise, how it all got here to be you & me

My blood runnin' cold as I laid my way down the middle path, too far left to be a Marxist-Leninist scree.

Punch me in the face & then expect the retaliation of death in you lifetime, as soon as possible, right now

Mary came out to make the God feel better, pain & suffering was all she saw, wiped the face & the brow

Reward at the bottom of heaven's stairs, waiting for the ascension into the Null & Void, cemetery stone

Bums and wealthy genius' consolidated the cold blood, ran it up the pole, it's one X & one Y unknown.

You are the aircraft comin' in for a landing, you're running low on fuel, you have no auto-pilot aboard

Walkin' from fore to aft, the dream seems to be getting real, a reality that won't be around me, oh lord

Being and nothingness defined and absorbed into the matrix, hulls left over & hearts beating ghosts up

Preconceived, I thought I could claim the shame & release the hounds for my loved ones' winners cup.

Dilute your contents into the ovaries reversal of cosmic order, before conceptions' deception, high five

Visit the homes of the leaders of the packs, then return them to their sender, it's the way it is while alive

Submit to the submission and wake up while you're not Woke as yet, suspicion you'll see the Truths' ilk

Money ain't all you need, you need a pass to get around the prisons and gaols' cell-blocks spoiled milk.

 

Crumbs and splatter left over from the baby's mamas, locations are all unknown, they're everywhere to be

Or not to be, either way it's only a questionable pass-time for irreconcilable differences in the swing's sling

TNT and the nitro-glycerin put the rocks into dust-mode, indifference to the indestructible Pagan Viking

Without supernatural or subterranean presence of beings intent on Good, Evil and being so goddam ugly.

I gotta watch my own back without a mirror, just the head on constant swivel, like a puppet dummy act

Ventriloquist of the linguistic uncertainty y'all and I feel within and without, awaiting irrefutable fact

In the argument for the presence of the thing itself which is a concept, deduced from the holy-chit birth

Birds, cyberspace & visitors from dimensional freeways 360 degrees from the center of the dirty Earth.

Scene is predicated, you are not alone but you think you are, you feel me?  My blood's runnin' cold here

This or that thing goes this or that way, then we set back to judge the situation, drinkin' queen's cold beer

Taste and Timing is everything, "I kid you not," but who said that a million times before the 2000 A.D. chit

Dealing cards, playin' chess with the checkers, games without rules, played & always won, I Am the s#It.

Before you leave, pass me the Bogart stash, it's gonna be a fired up piece of the tree, it's naked to reality

Smoked after fired up for one second or two, escalated the sweet something, your highness' deep, red sea

You don't know like I know, that's fine because if you knew you'd die, it'd kill you, your head's in a sling

Bass under & treble over the top, merging two to create a harmony of copper pennies, as if they can sing.

Spare me on the silk and velvet inside of the casket without wine or any provisions for my soul to defecate

On being you instead of me, no contest, no harm & no foul, just lappin' up grease on the cutting floor fate

No memory of me ever being here & now, there & then in the past or the future, down queen & divine king

Pretending this ain't an accident of cosmic, random collisions of atoms, suspicion it's made from a Nothing.

To or from the same old place in Space where the first thought came from, east or west of the north or south

Everywhere a concept can be analyzed within the mind, the brain, the head, that's where it's all at, my mouth

Losing this victory that is always mine to procure, just wanted to share with the less fortunate, everybody's balls

God of the dead, fortunate son of my father who is now in heaven with the rest of the best, mother phuqin bells.

Velvet felt just like the inner sanctum of the sarcophagi we all inhabit as all good aliens do on one last gasp

Smothered like brothers, sisters and their mothers, waiting for the food to appear in the nest from the wasp

Could be the honeycomb or the matrix of no exit, you can't get out of the honeycomb room of divine spats

Pretty girls no can do, not everything can be strong especially the all too human females of the genome, drat!

 

They'll poison your dinner, push you over the cliff, sucker punch you in the kidneys & the say I'm so sorry too

No it's no mental illness, it's the successful genes of the genome, homo sapiens of the millennia & beyond blue

Space & Time out of the context of spinning masses of dirty rocks in a stuck-up mass of dust, just the facts man

Hard Rocks, Soft Rocks all make the world go spinning around the ecliptic, soul to be @Heart's forbidden fan. 

From the spear's point and the bullet's tip, justice is done for the weak and strong who strike first, all losers die

Winners won't die but they will rise above the mud, the blood & the beer to the stratospheric entrance, oh my my

Nothing out there, it's all right here & now, no other things we have no name for, we are the alienable sea of gods

Modern or ancient, wings unhinged, got the hops to jump a foot off the ground, maybe two or three for hotrods.

 

You're finished at the end zone, the chalk line is drawn on the turf, it's obvious you're an idiot, I'm a One too

Divided and conquered again and again, ad infinitum, where gas blows up electrons, neutrons & protons 

Charity is the Love, you hope there's faith in that, if there is no Love, then there's only death's child, the Void

I'm here in it, so are you & so are we all, a moment to sing a tune, The End of the Fear of God, I Am The One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c  4 20  Samedhi 2024 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Created from the Void while listenin' to @ZZTOP https://youtu.be/xukdktMcEYU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PossibleProbability #Unleashed #SuperHumanMind #OnOff

NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS, ghosts ARE CLASSIFIED

Simple mind used from infancy to crypt, created mirages that disappear in thin air
One moment after you fall asleep or get knocked out from a fist, a gun or injection
Cold on the dark side of everything alive and kicking around dust, don’t even care
A day before I was conceived from out of nowhere, surprised the pair’s hot affair.

Pregnant in July, baby stillborn in August & up past the Pearly Gates by midnight
Spelled the words with pieces of wood & sticky glue, construction paper-cut fate
You will live and die in a New York Minute or you’ll remain alive forever after birth
Just a human but not too human, certainly not divine yet the finale of a blind date.

Honeybee finds the pollen to mutate into the comb, I sip the product in my G-tea
Sho’ ‘nough, been thinkin’ about you & me getting’ strong & steady, did I say that
Right on the money, it’s sweet sugar comin’ my way, smilin’ & sailin’ so far away
All the way to the ending before it’s time, just to see the Ending, scared the scat.

Bears, lions, alligators & birds of every feather came to creation by accident too
Random DNA recombination and environmental adaption got this whole shebang
Hands on and a foot or two long, the wings I’m flyin’ in won’t keep me light blue
Shade trees are all I’m lookin’ for & there’s one right there, my bell’s getting’ rang.

Bluffing about the facts that display life, pretending that their the Facts of Life too
We’re all gonna die by milking, disease or matricide, all anti-factoid, my God son
Shade tree I slept beneath dropped a honeybee hive onto my back, got it all stung
Hurt like losing love the first time you hear your honey got whacked, in cow dung.

This mirage of seven degrees of continental separation is an eternal recurrence
Over & over, around & around, wobble & flip, never reverse common nonsense
I could have said that I loved you, but I didn’t then, I’d have been lyin’, I never do
Now is a different story, I’ll love you forever even if you skip lovin’ me like a fool.

Dominate the subordinates out of necessity, never desire or want to tip the scale
Balances even ‘steven’ when I drop a dime, cosmic dust no matter what, call me
Maybe I am scum created from one first & one second, I’m the third shootin’ fifths
Lines are finite, silence remains my power to direct booty calls upon the third rail.

 
Defy the First Cause of the mud, blood & beer and you’ll find a silver bullet band
You didn’t know your initials were on the lead, it had to be, drawin’ out my hand
Heartland to the coasts of the seven masses left over from the Great Flooded Sea
Imagine all 7 dirts, flooded with H2O from nectar flowing out my muddy go-daddy.

Sunny day and rainy night, ad infinitum, as above so it goes below, it’s a mystery
Why we don’t know & won’t know until the ending of each of our master revelries
Rest up, you’ll need it for the fight to the death, it blows above & below DNA cells
I kicked myself in the teeth, several have become my fallen black & white angels.

Mama and papa honeysuckled what they could, educated, practiced to perfection
All existence wins when the Time is paid in the right Space, paid in full for the sin
Treasured caramel-apple of wisdom, ergo, you know that an owl’s the best groom
Come to blows or get cold-cocked off the bat, dead or alive, life is a bomb, Boom!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 3-16-2024 AD @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #Honeybee on youTube in a loop by @BlakeShelton link @ https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA & } & listened #SuperHumanMind  https://youtu.be/Kpax4CTej9I?si=xZwsXa1aqaRdT-qq }

 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

EYE CANDY

 by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 3-16-2024 AD @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #Honeybee on youTube in a loop by @BlakeShelton link @ https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA & } & listened #SuperHumanMind  https://youtu.be/Kpax4CTej9I?si=xZwsXa1aqaRdT-qq }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

EYE CANDY

All In ONE BIG BANG Black Hole Dead End Zone Le Claire Avenue & Chicago Boulevard #GuildOfMorons

BORN MY DADDY’S GODSON

save  our ship

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Feeling a jive-ass tingle before the flight or fight, drunk on jiggers’ Schnapps 40 shots
Kidding about nothing anymore, the Life used to be an inside joke on the idiot robots
Now, we’re the early birds who caught the worms & used them to snag the dead fish
In search of a miraculous end, you get what you see, it’s all you put in the deep dish.

Now then, my papa’s son was just the one the job called for, need 5 bucks for gas
Pops made the loan I never repaid, now and then, I tend bar & shock the monkey
Periods bleeding in and out of the eras and millennia as if it means more than nil
Cause and effects comin’ out of nowhere, black hole Singularity malfunction shill.

All I am, is what y’all are, paid or in arrears to the bottom line, cracked up to the nuts
Just you & me workin’ into the second best, next to the one and only, powers that be
Tapes rollin’ man, you’re gonna squeeze the three minutes into 3 & a half out the door
I don’t know WTF you mean, I scooted, crawled, climbed the curtains, fell upon a floor.

Sometimes, you pull #GovtMule roamin’ dirty territory, pullin’ black sheep wool tides
Out of the pockets of your jeans and into my own, melodious hyper-percussion & steel
Drunk what the drinkin’ kiddies drank, lost all my silver and gold in the casino darkness
Bag full of silver and gold, ready to transfer the load to the empty, deep pockets of This.

Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s always too early when it’s too late, man oh man
All of y’all know exactly where I’m comin’ from, out of the blue into the black & white land
Nothing is colored TV, colored people and colored plants and colored animals, all colored so
On the run or just hidin’ out with all of my stuff so nobody knows where to get it, all @J-lo’s.

Fly girl in the middle of nowhere just steppin’ the heels and toes, knockin’ the knees & heads
Creating something out of nothing perceivable, a miracle egg in the womb of species’ ‘dreads’
Beans, bullets & Truth’s Bible, Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett & Daniel Boone made this here for us
Cream of a crop you have & share with aliens of planets created for Nothing, black sheep God.

Right of the left, a blunt point of the joint just to the right of the left had corner of the room
Shiftin’ back yo my papa’s son and mama’s sisters’ daughters of the worm-squirming groom
Quartz mushed from the gravitational pull of the star-core, all the Earth has to spin, it’s free
In a wobbling circular jerk of confused tourists just off of the plane, train, plane or model T.

Bent outta shape, meaning something different than getting bent, either way all acute angles
In a triangular square, hexagonal-shaped lines surround absolutely nothing, Gig full of whirls
Of being this 208-bone bag, trained by survivors of the strongest bodies to ever be, I’m at One
Always with me, always with you, the beats and rhythm frees the rhyme stream of pretty girls.

Sunk deep down into the drink, One sea at some point allows no land to be seen, Zero’s sign
Keeper of secrets, you’ve got three minutes and some chump change to create the overprice
Of the mice and the other vermin, you can wait for the trash and garbage to blow in the wine
To get inebriated like the drunken fools who fouled up the system of perfection, rolled 2 dice.

We moved then we died and bumped skull on the blacktop, layin’ down the chopper to gods
Wasn’t my intention to meet the maker of tar and feathers, mean and nasty to the divine buds
Smoked ‘em all one at a time as if there was no tomorrow or even yesterday, forgot about it all
Moods blue, turnin’ ultraviolet to muddy black grit-grime, superfluous Adam & Eve had a bawl.

Historical hysteria completes the circle of fools pretending to know what it is, ignoring the Jizz
Without which nobody comes or goes, it’s all about the fortune of being Godzilla’s daddio whiz
Made of celluloid, looking mean & ugly, a dream within a dream’s fake terror, tattoo papa’s son
You know black sheep have bags of silver & gold, a hole in the pocket lets the dead git begone.

Margin between the mule kickin’ in the stall & the glue factory meltdown, life’s one long spat
Peace with wind blowin’ your smile into the back of your skull, apes steal one another’s chit
You need backup if you’re not a black-belt martial artist with a sheriff’s badge pinned upon it
Irish or not, lucky to be here & now, huff & puff another skin-scratch of red & blue ink, lips tat.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 2-18-2024 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Common Ground mint jammin’ to @GovtMule in an infinite loop of #JustGotPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cFLhMCiI4_w?si=-LgYKrHDI9pDTvJD }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?