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Tuesday, May 14, 2024

STOP, YOU'RE FIRED! ESCORTED FROM THE BUILDING . . . #WhenTheGeneralsTalk #DRAKE2 #Skynyrd2024

BLOW YOUR BOX TOP, COACH SKYNYRD TOPS DOWN
Michigan survey and Mississippi poll data indicate you’ve got big trouble in small China
What in the intercourse of animals is going on within the atmospheric pressure love spa
Password forgotten, identity of face, fingerprints, DNA CODE of extinction Singularity fix
One myriad of atoms dump into the Void, Nothing alive beyond the Void licks and kicks

Nothing is fair, sometimes you win & other times you lose, winning losers of a holy game
Man and woman, human beings all, not aliens from another star in the land of the lame
You ain’t no antichrist, you’re no prochrist, you’re no devil in disguise or no-body losers
F-bomb use by the women points to the decline of civilization, give mamas the fingers.

You will like it or lump it, means if you abhor the thing then remove its presence in sight
We move without thinking, we’ll die & remain the same, without thinking of a good fight
Symptomatic of the disease, it’s a quality I’ve tended to with revolutionary artificial intel
UFO crashes in Time & Space give us the crumbs of infinity, travel e=mC2’s rang a bell.

Boiling hot and frozen stiff in the middle of a bizarre world, animate the cats on the block
They all await the ending, some look forward to being dead in heave, others do hard rock
Back & forth in the cradle, baby looks up just like the day it’s gonna die, no beat or pulse
Into the center of the core, in the middle where nothing is surrounded by everything else.

Suckin’ wind out of the restroom allows no more breathing in or out of the inner sanctum
Bloody thoughts have no blood at all, ideas called thoughts with jigger shots of 151 rum
Primary or secondary, hearts beat in all synchronization with the Earth’s rattle & hum play
All gone away forever, sender unknown, address unknown, #SkibbidyDoo, so yesterday.

Something changed, nothing is the same as it was yesterday, troubles seem far, far away
Laughing and crying about this or that story, #LouieLouie sang a song, tonight at ten PM
She’ll do it again & again because it’s the nature of insanity, expecting unexpected Zen
We know nothing, we’re the rocket men with one love, pop your tarts & blow me today.

Do not touch my wife or my husband with your eyes or your hands or you will disappear
As soldiers do on the battlefield and airmen who crash and burn aircraft that fly by ear
Suffering stops when the pain ends a connection with the vibration of immanent death
Back off of the thought, store it in back of the mind to recollect at-will, hold your breath.

Laugh at the serious people and their theories of reality which have no grounded being
Inside of the forms, shapes are unrecognizable, outside and inside don’t coincide at all
Higher above the air to breathe, a soul without a body, flies with abandon, hear it sing?
What we are is an atomic conglomeration, star-sons of Adam, Time & Space cool thing.

Narcissistic as you are, you think you’re not so much, right or wrong, the point is moot
Nothing’s happening to the things we are, a scent of nothing at all wafts through afoot
Nonsense and logic merge into inductive and deductive arguments for pan philosophy
Horizontal moves of my head-cam, follow the tilt & pan shots circular jerk of Divinity.

Balance on your ball with a plank of petrified wood, moving to and fro, tilt & pan shots
You’ve got nothing but Time until you don’t have it any longer, lose Space & lose Time
High low inner being, animated and excited like a divine flambe nobody knows is Fire
Spark out of nowhere, friction or spontaneous combusted, ride dirty up-country here.

God ain’t helping, that’s not the divine task, struggling for existence is tantamount ego
Staying alive in the body, healthy without invasive plunges into my skin, no shots Bro!
I’m not havin’ it, nobody knows what happens when we die, no heaven or hell likely
Simple mind, brain workin’ the room, applause & an encore, that’s the ticket, To Me!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XIVth  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Cast these aspersions toward the #Genome, toss the salad for monkeys who want the #TrojanHorse in the house, while listenin’ to #TheyNotLikeUS #DRAKE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Xty2gi5cMa8?si=EQaXuUHQtHrZK2mU }

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

Monday, May 13, 2024

Forensic Pathos #Cream #GingerBaker #JackBruce #EricClapton #ElSlowhand #MyMaria #BWStevenson #GrammasHands

DESIRE A BIG PIECE FOR ME
Even if blind as a bat, you’ve inner feelings that y’all are good for Nothing, son
For the sake of your ancestors, we’re all still doin’ the rhumba with the willing
Some are & some ain’t so much, future past times I can’t recall Italiano filling
Apes flakin’ out in and out of the tribes, accumulating too much scat to go on.

Imagine freedom if you’re locked in a box with a visible ceiling & a cellar absentee
Nobody gets out alive and free, hence that means if you’re alive now, you won’t be
In the eye-to-eye direction when I see you see me & you see I see you, that is a trip
Waiting eons for the moment to be applied to the Singularity scenario, a red lip skip.

I brought doubles for everyone and then the horns began to play the chorus, all love
Feel it soon, final gasp of gas, all of THIS here is all we came for so don’t leave it above
Below we go with the urn of ash or the box of formaldehyde bones, erect lay out face
Skip the religion hopes of the faithful, be the charity I leave behind all over the place.

Best plan achieved if you please, then it’s curtains for the rest of the story’s hip mission
To deceive the junior achievers who get groomed for a sensational imaginary savior son
Complex as simple as possible for the uninitiated with no talent to obfuscate a GD thing
Getting to the bottom of the line, discovery that there’s Nothing supporting everything.

Pretenders who can’t lie well, they tell the Truth thinking it’s a fabrication, a plethora set
All subatomic and macro-cosmic substance goes Rando on the dirty dust evolution of shyt
Don’t get all sacrosanct keeping Heckel and Jeckel just a tweet away from the deep in debt
Sometimes you wish you had genii power, three wishes & team of wild horses out of sight.

Picked up sticks & threw up the rocks & stones until they piled up to the top of the red barn
Children grow and move away from the next, groomed to leave the world behind the yarn
Categorical imperative of the aliens who fly UFO’s, that’s extraordinary extraterrestrial DNA
Form or shape of things that have come and gone, that form is God, fun, funny divine La La.

You and I are here & now but why we’re here, on the planet at this time, that’s the mystery
Call it blind faith, belief in the beyond our planet’s atmosphere, just Earth and nowhere else
Freeways underneath the soil, burnt-out star dirt, piece of what it is, face & wounded knee
Soft & hard rocks came from a prime Origin, volcanic eruption of hot lava, covers up destiny.

No secret can be told without the extended background investigation of all that I am to lose
Without prejudice I am at the precipice of the cliff that has nothing down below but a hole
It probably ain’t a holy hole if there is grief & injustice everywhere in sight, above, so below
Now then, present charges into the past, future keeps comin’ & won’t slow to sing the blues.

Doin’ the rhumba baby, mama can’t catch us doin’ a rhumba now baby, still the man for you
Lots of dope all over the country, in every county, every borough in every state of this union
Out in back of the truck, loaded dead buck, found on road dead, got on with the good fight
Dressed, packed, froze, BBQ on & #Shine flowin’ with the rhumba steps ‘til ‘round midnight.

Bit the hook like a lame brain fish lookin’ to spawn upstream, pulled away, set the barb, jump
You mind as well lunge above the equator, 8 miles higher than the surface-slick garbage dump
Standing & leaning with my back against the wall listenin’ to the jute box rock of ages’ wax-spin
Gods and devils in the details, first or last, the flip is always the same as it’s always been, ZaZen.
by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Lundi, May XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 0:00 AM/PM
{ #Sit #GoodForNothing chips of philosophical wisdom sifted out of the sand of Timeless Zen Master teaching, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8T-Z1WoFXkk?si=XGtf8OKvhdLicxHo }
F I N I S (DEADEND)
W.W.A.R.D.?

https://youtube.com/shorts/gzRflio7i7U?si=Rd6L5rYRQnn8x7Mu

Sunday, May 12, 2024

Filibuster P's & Q's @Loggins #ImAlright & LIVE "Last Night" @SatrianiVai #Concerto

ANOMALY FOR BLOWN UFO SHRAPNEL
Reality is just what you see if you’re blind, it’s a matter of being at One with the sources
Ideals & many unsatisfactory results from First Cause’s effects on the dinosaur nests
No place in a UFO race, all too human as we all once were, first utterance of an ‘Ugh’
Gloria, spelled any other way remains identical, hosannas on the highest hu-man/bug.

Primary to tertiary playin’ the drums and the juice harp, harmonica & concertina too] her
Preview of the narrow way going to the ending without a map, able & willing to fight you
For a prize there at the end of the lies’ & hoodlum fabrications of Truth, so cold ice blue
Vaccinated for the duration of the tokin’ in the oxy-nitro-hydroxide, assimilated adapter.

Common denominator comes over the number One & remains the same, it’s indubitable
Nobody can deny the conclusion if the identical premises are assumed, ringin’ a holy bell
In or out of the books full of verbatims of dead philosophers & ladies of holy knights’ grail
Final gasp in your face, headed to your blood via lungs, up to your brain-dead mind’s hell.

All lost in Space without a trace, without a clue or pathway to the way to go, one crossroad
Nothing behind, to the sides’ ways, North, South, East & West allstars inherited daddy-load
I’m playin’ you for a fool, not because I can make you change but your true color’s unhappy
What you are, who you’ve related your life to, friends, foes & strangers pluggin’ Dam Skippy!

Hair of the dog is all in my head, my throat inside my neck down to my lead belly’s snake pit
Killing performance for bravo applause with the encore from the mothers who invented chit
Means to the Ends are all justified for survival of the Self, the only One that matters, it’s You
Nobody else is as important as you & your Ego, it’s the same for everybody, code DNA mu.

Fish I hate to smell, hate to eat & crush the bones of the tiny sardines and minnows of seas
Lucky to be alive for a minute, no need to allow freedom to annihilate, be all powers that be
Beat the heart, beat the drums & cymbals of the set, shake the stage until the final co-exit
Then it will be alright, the only time for a mystery to be known, your God, your dad, he did it!

What is next after this thing itself’s trip on Earth? Not even in the lingo’s lexicon, LSD trip
You and Dr. Timothy Leary could explain the narrow synapses roles in the DNA cell’s tip
Monkeys in paradise quite the animated quest for food, sex & a safe place to crash & chit
Apes can’t tell it’s their image in the looking glass, they fear the hairy checkmate moves It.

Once the clear & present danger is identified as nothing but the one you identify with to live
Just One, neither a split of one into two or more nor a zero count between negative-positive
Playin’ beats of songs I’m singin’ words that mean some mystery is a clear & present tease
Jive flowin’ like a river downstream from the lakes & mountaintop pools, peaks to valleys.

Fished the lakes empty, rivers don’t have the fish spawn and runs form the hatchery sea
Just the land stinkin’ animated ones, killed then fired up to BBQ degrees, nothing’s free
You had to murder the suspect to eat it, saying the meal was succulent or not, point moot
In court or off court floors and benches, judgements and shots made, Adam’s apple fruit.

Being good, bad and ugly isn’t always easy but it’s the nature of this beast, all too human
From the gamete to the corpse, it’s a matter of Time in Space for no reason other than luck
To be or not to be is not your choice, random chaos wins the day, heroes fall to rigor mortis
Nothing you can do, just know it’s comin’ because it may be any moment, but You got this!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May XIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ I’m alright, nobody worry ‘bout me… @KennyLoggins on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtqMnf23NTI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?