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Friday, March 29, 2024

PROFESSIONALLY AMATEURISH #NotAJoke #LizzoRizzoAndBlocker 6-3-4-5-7-8-9 got the #GoodMorningVietNam #MontyPythonHolyGrail1#Williams #Cocker #Clapton #Earnhardt

FLASHBACK RUMBA
A KARMA PAYBACK
Oak tree didn’t get my attention even though it was in my way, I lost the direct hitter plunge
Into the frozen cold death that no human deserved while alive on Earth, no karma that evil
Living & dead spirits of the most evil beings ever created by the divine light of a holy godson
Next step beyond the baby steps should be into the Twilight Zone of Zazen’s 1st dimension.

Facing the backward way of paying no attention to the reality of everyone on a planetary tie
To the Immortal, Universal, Thing Itself, so to speak, power that Be without a hint of doubt
Tree of knowledge with some carnal information about an orgasm within a fertile egg hole
Needing to represent Categories of powerful knowledge, of Good & Evil, bad boys let’s roll.

Pioneer for the first dawn of the dream as a Will To Power meaning to make wish come true
Not only for me & you but for every planet in this solar system of a planetary electron bi-law
Like butter spread thin as celluloid film upon the silver screen of the backhanded southpaw
Such as, so forth plus in addition to a plethora of wise comments, silent sips of a cold brew.

Common enough to keep your arse in high gear getting out of town on a high horse & saddle
Feet locked in the stirrups with spurs strapped on my boots, giddy up for one last full-gallop
Parallel with a stagecoach’s six-horse team of geldings, darker than a hot pink, 9mm G lock
Dirty with dry mud from the foothills caked over warriors’ torsos & extremities on the block.

Bring your treasure to trade for the valued wisdom and knowledge you’ve got hidden within
Momentary lapsed Reason failed at logical inductions & deductions, mortal conclusive sin
Known that Earth & Existence of Life result from one First Cause, accidental collision of gas
Park & Strike, caboose & locomotive forever frozen, a dead locomotion, I’ve been dead last.

Need big King Kong to clear the river-way of debris, been hooked on computer chip cookies
Momentum of tons of matter cannot be stopped by oil, nuclear or electrical battery power
What it means to be dead you can only imagine, like sleeping soundly & waking up no more
So, in the end, as it has been since the Big Bang & resulting expansion & annihilation score.

Singularity as a series of photons, neutrons, electrons, protons & neutrinos in flux, the shyt
I can’t be as old fashioned as you think I am but you know, now that I think about it, hot rods
Old fashioned I am, nitro-fire, eight pistons in the 383 cc’s bored out to a 407+, so it’s a drag
Your blood and your ebony arms and legs carry no weight to carry me up the wall, have a fit.

Funky Broadway I’ve gone up & down the thoroughfare with and without you, on or off base
Kids that used to run hallways of schools now run halls of congress & judges of us to be too
Herd follows the head of the cattle drive, two or four legged complete the mission of movin’
Farther away from refused intake that can’t bury low enough, sinkers below dead signaling.

Kidding nobody but myself when I pretend the sights & sounds are gonna be happy for good
Getting in good shape for hot battles ahead that I will not begin but will end with gusto food
Hurry to get from place to place in Space before you get too old & immobile, so go die high
Drinking and forcing the spirits to come out of the holy souls locked into the skin’s bone dry.

Arrows shot from my bow just like Cupid should do, but went on vacation, playin’ concerts
Party at the oil slick, serve up the gumbo like there’s no tomorrow, girls off with the T-shirts
Mississippi thick good for me & for you, all officers out of their quarters, squeeze boxes on
Head bobbin’ and toe tappin’ while the hips be shakin’ the tang, all your heart ain’t handling.

As far as I can recall, many kisses & tears from my face touched the things out of my world
Nevermore to return back to the present, being the forgone past that will never be a future
Disappears as soon as it comes out of the darkness, unknown, unnamed, unforeseen Star
Vision and wavelengths of color produced through the atmospheric lens, Real thing is afar.

Burning Hydrogen makin’ it warm for sunshine’s tanning and seed sprouting on land & sea
Perfect punks common to the herd of homo sapiens, evolved from special creation’s DNA
No record, written or spoken of this original reason for being alive on Earth, guess work god
We believe that we’re thinking, therefore we believe that we exist without dyin’ in a hot rod.

Sorry to say, it’s about time that we fly without the wings we never received during creation
Apologize for the faithfully departed who have Hell to pay but there’s only one way to go, Up
High as a tower of Babel, it’ll be built before it’s all over, humanity is all too human, #fins-up!
Spread your wings & fly, parrots rule the roost, colorblind of red, yellow, green and blue Gin.

I’m workin’ out the details, the last ones I’ll have to flesh out, the pall bearers sink me down
Into the deepness, land, sea or Outerspace out of this World, sure the energy matters sewn
It’s wavelengths and frequencies enmeshed into the matrix of melodies and rhapsody ties
Don’t mock me for trippin’ on the dream that takes on the word ‘reality’ while drunk on flies.

Fine & dandy, thousands of results of parental guidance & riddance of the baggage U-Haul
Simply complex as getting to know who the phuq you are, why you’re here this Time, Oh My
It’s maybe neither here nor there but if and only if it is here & now, I’ll bite the bait’s hook fly
Split the honey pot & divide the treasure in equal shares, leave me out, gold ore rockin’ y’all.

Your mind and your body are one and the same thing, mind being a word synonymous with
Nothing at all, mind doesn’t exist without the body, although reversal of that is a sorry St}ith
Hummingbirds’ wings give it the name of the thing itself, form-thing is it’s audio expression
Express yourself by drinkin’ cups of espresso, bone dry or wet, it’s all good to go, mortal sin.
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, March 29, 2024, A.D. @ 911 AMPST

{ Crusader on ghost horses runnin’ the dozens on the people, drafted this gem while jammin’ to @MontyPythonHolyGrailMovie link @ https://youtu.be/13GAiI1l7K4 }

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Thursday, March 28, 2024

#WheresELMO? #ButAnyway #SloGin #GoodMorningVietNam #FadeAway #FaceTheFaxOfLife #RollingStones #CallTheBloodyGodsSneezingOozeOutSpace

LOVE YOU ALL OVER, OVER & OVER
 ad infinitum, ad nauseum
There is hardly one fat chance you’ll see this & even less likely you’ll give it a read
It’s nothing personal between you & me or me & you, all accidentally on purpose
Middle of the road nearly at a finish line, dynamo Race of mice and a man’s creed
Drunk on the fresh air again, commandments One through ten, I’m a half-breed.

Bums and junkies left over from the hey-day of the Hootie & a Hippie getting’ down too
Sister said that we would get down to “brass tacks” but I didn’t grasp the signal’s blue
Colored for effect on the invisible ghost of a spark, never live or dead just grim as @Ted
Holier than you ever were since it never existed in DNA like y’all, do not get me started.

Peasants all children who conceived from an original, mortal sin of coitus, come man!
On the other side of the curtain you & I cannot penetrate with knowledge-wisdom’s sin
One seed tree of Knowledge’s Good & Evil is the creator/reaper, not to be too humane
Open the book, start on page 1 & finish at the end’s blank page, then fly high in a plane.

Got noisy words comin’ in and out of the ear holes, now I’m gonna do some weird chit
Repeating mantras of what it is & will always be here & now during this trippin’ stitch
Drawn picture of where you’ll go when you lay down to die, can’t stand up comedy It
In casket or urn only if you’re lucky to have cash money or even my spare dime pitch.

Fools can’t breathe for free, they steal it from you & me, it’s the only way for the hobo
Could be your sister, brother, mother or father, aunt, uncle or maybe a distant cousin
Fun is out, it’s survival of the most fit to be here & now, shelter in place & BBQ, sip gin
You’ll be one that’s left over in the end, unlike country boys, idiots & morons survive.

I am drawing a line in the sand, you know it will disappear when the waves reappear
Cream is on the top because gravity cannot keep it under control, too rich to be fear
It’s a long way to the apex of this apparent somnambulistic appearance, I do imagine
All things seen, heard, smelled, tasted & touched with nuclear blow torch ICBM SIN.

You might be drawn like a magnet to the place you can sleep without one eye open
By the hot fire burning for warmth and signaling to the darkness to come so often
Like your mother and father who left you orphaned, on your own, all alone children
Be vicious, rough & ready for the necessary & sufficient tracking, pray is prey’s sin.

Now & then, you run across big words that mean more than the roar of my Charger
Here are some, more than one less than a million, for sure for sure, human martyr
Grown from a seed, spontaneously multiplying its own kind of program, red blood
RNA from a sun, Void out of nowhere, obligated drop of a dime on you & me, God!
 
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, III-XXVIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 3:00 AMPST
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Tuesday, March 26, 2024

#GotLuckyInTheLimo #DYK? #Pditty @PDitty

PROVE ME WRONG, SHOUT OUT SILENTLY

LET US PLAY

Come over to my place in Space and you can see the variable unknown, my blood
Forensic evidence that you were born and raised on Earth in a radical hippy mind
Clobbered upside of the head when you were only 33 years old, younger than god
Your god, my god, our god, no god matters very little to the revolution of the Sign.

Pump your air into your bag of empty words that mean something nobody knows
Pick your face over your skull and you’ll be alive for a while, then Earth just blows
Into an empty space between me, you and the stars in Outerspace, dollar tree chit
Hard liquor and soft drunks’ drinks make this world wobble on it’s epileptic fit bit.

Monday, a name for a repeating spin on the ecliptic, see Earth from empty Space
Exist then decease, desist from the immortality conceptual analysis, God’s race
To live being good and avoiding evil, utopian apes with less hair than Cavemen
Mountain lion running in your yard, inside of your 8 foot fence, cougar is all In.

Be eating you after the kill of your circulating broken heart, I ate the whole hole
A taste of nasty stench shoos them away but it’s too late for your invisible soul
So, you got no angel’s wings and no hot pitchfork for a journey to burnt Hades
Downhill, uphill, above & below a hot core, lost in Space & Time’s Purple haze.

Seven, eleven or any other Prime Number have every convenience we need
Buy it all, use plastic, rectangular magnetic strip punch cards, I’m In & Out
Polls show other polls asking ignorant and imbecilic notions of dead feed
It has to be dead, plant or animal for humanity to survive the extinction shot.

Cleaned, skewered, BBQ’d over the burning logs of dead trees, dead dinner
Stayin’ alive gotta eat the dead scat, blind faith past the nipples and bottles
Got bread, got meat, got seasonings for the dead life, easier to swallow her
Mother Earth provided, you & I recycled all dead until our death, then caput.

Ending at The End, then there’s just a pot pipe left for your gramma, puff it
She’s high as a kite, like the one you flew into the wind over the empty pit
As above, so it is below, unconscious as dead star dirt in orbit, world whirl
You came here innocently, accept your guilty pleasure, come on baby girl.

Episode between the Void & a hard place is right here, right-twisted shout
Your ma & papa came to bring you the gift of breathing gas & dopamine out
On to move an unmoved mover you must first be the One, then #Skeeeert it
What in the fictional trap is the bait? Air supply, dead food & the dead scat.

Gone too soon or not soon enough, either way it’s hard to gauge come & go
Here today & gone tomorrow, yesterday without recall, no memory of the show
Gone to the far end of the far side and it’s the only humorous thing is, The End
As if you were taught that you were immortal to avoid the fear of death’s Zen.
 
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March XXVIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @911AMPST

( Absurdity created from the Void this AM while jammin’ to @Armstrong_GettyRadio on @kste650AM }

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