PUNKS, GENII & THE ONE I WAS, AM & WILL BE IN PERPETUITY! #BOOMoutGOtheLights @PatTravers @RareEarthBand #MA #WhoIsGog @LosLonelyBoys @EricChurch @Santana @BBKing

WORST DEATH EVER, DON'T JUMP!

Monks and genii provide the matrix for the acts that move toward inevitable, fake wig hair

Always was and will be the only thing that is, itself everything, so, not a thing in particular

Amazing and less than final, the End is when the curtain falls and I turn into a holy wraith

Then eyes wide open without seeing anything should be the leftover con of a blinded faith.

To believe in what the pious and enculturated members of the whole shebang sing & shout

That's right to be or not to be on the left or in the nucleus' tabernacle of the Void, girl scout

I mean the cookies, not the actual little sisters & now mothers who raised us know the score

We came swaddled in terrycloth to be blinded by spotlights and hot incubator intel simulator.

That is what I know, not much, little more than nothing at all but it could be worse, in spades

Fat Violet used us all from the day we got let loose from the schools' professorial nuns' fade

Teaching us that we're all animals but we pretend we're not, just means we're animate the gown

Of bones and muscles keepin' the wisdom and knowledge to lie like a rug until you lay down.

Jerkin' the chains gettin' some Lincolns and Benjamins to let them take a fifth while slam One

A fifth or more every week and my liver started being a place for the pain and suffering of fun

In the dream when the gorillas mobbed your front and back doors, you screamed for your pops

He came in thinking I was being kidnapped by the bogeyman, it was only my imaginary props.

Mobs rule the yard sticks for miles of piles that used to stank, a wet @Pampers baby food scam

Changing the pampered hind ends as if it's my job, everybody avoided the scent of holy stinkers

Bread brought home from the blood, sweat and tears that flowed down from volcanic eruptors

In and out of the drop zone of misery, with or without you being the form of the matter, I Am.

Finally a reprieve at a musical orchestration of the minutia in and out of my head, out your mind

Minced meat and the things that make up the minions who live in dark caves' artificial stop sign

Apes mimicking the party and the ending of the beginning, just before the fall to sleep, I'll sing

Shining the shoes in the corner bar for a few pennies, a nickel, a dime or a buck, not my thing.

Morphed the 208 bones into the ash thrown into the sea with the rest of the liquid gas, God H2O

Where we come from and without which we don't have a clue how to survive, empty space's hole

Nobody goes there and if they do, there's no reincarnation to come back, it's One and you're done

Frontman and the backup keep it all in the middle where the love and glory pretend, This is fun!

Remember what your mama told you to do when you meet stranger?  Run fast, run deep patterns

Only the physical, mental & the psychic, can roll the rocks around in the dark without lanterns

Random collisions for no reason at all other than just because, it thinks y'all are so very pretty

Not only is this a valid deductive argument but also it is the Truth, if and only if you're chitty.

Pure silk and emptiness in a Big Idea, slips the Superego and the Id into up-down Time in Space

On the surface, in the air or underground down to the core, the center of all there is, mom's face

All the baby can see is mama, all mama can do is hope the baby will grow up and go far away

From the danger that awaits around every bend of the road, every corner of a block's gangway.

At night, darkness rules the brave and the bold who hide behind locked doors and bolted windows

Mighty bold when you think someone's got your back until you find out the Truth, to be or not be

Grown older than a hundred trips around the sun and the younger ones have all been dead and gone

All alone in the dream's conflagration, talkin' about somebody who doesn't care 'bout a new i-phone.

On the points where the sharp one's will jab you until you cut them off, you need them to conclude

That premises of any argument are mere assumptions & not absolutely true beyond logic's doubt, um

One more chance, just one more and that will be all this time, it's the End of the millennia, #GetBack

Shots fired without cannons or rifles, dead in a dream's kaboom!  All agog, my head's like All Black.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Sunday, Blovember 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 PM PST

{  Drafted while listenin' to @EricChurch #HITS on youTube links it up @ https://youtu.be/usGv0gB2zEU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LesEnfants #AlphaMale #OmegaFemale & #MOI #GetReady #TheShadowKnows #ProfessoriVoidTank #DeadHeading

SHADOWS ARE NOT STAINS IN YOUR DREAM, YOU'RE THE SHADOW

Knowing that it's always just a kiss and a shout away from my presence, well it's shelter comfort

Feeling safe and secure in the darkness with your back up against a rock wall, fire too hot to abort

Keeping the light hot and bright to keep the idiots and morons who fear the Fire, fear of the One

Pumping the oil, the black gold up out of the grounded stardust, the chafe of the second, holy sun.

Midnight or high noon, going from the center of nothing to the outer edge of everything, it's so good

You couldn't imagine this in your wildest dreams, you know the thing, where you fear your pretension

Don't even want to think about it, can't entertain the notion, the category is complex, simple minded

Now I'm going out on a bamboo limb, away from my home, my house, my security, gonna be so dead.

I really prefer to live forever, to be or not to be immortal?  I choose the immortal, to be the Black Hole

Deeper than the Singularity that can't be imagined, a stretch of the imagination shrinking into one soul

Moms & dads didn't know, their parents never told them because they'd no idea either, rays of a gamma

My mother's mother used to tell me that "Monkeys see & monkeys do!"  Quote me, "love yo' gramma!"

Function of the calculus is the answer to the philosophical and mathematical conundrum of why I am

Not that I exist but WHY did I get this chance to be conscious, here and now for a spell, a magic One

I don't know how this was conjured up, magic cauldron mixed into this concoction of the royal scam

Everybody but me was in on it and everybody's got to go when I do, it's ain't my fault, it's God's damn.

Steel and molten rock and stardust rollin' down from mountains full of lava, inner secret of rare Earth

Planetary rocks blown out of the smithereens of a mighty, white dwarf or red giant infinite, timed birth

Must be the musk on my skin, going up through the olfactory sense to the mind's eye in god's brainstem

Where the anomaly resides in peace until the Magnetic Resonance Image reveals the brutal Truth hymn.

Stories told and recollected for the Wisdom, inner DNA and RNA are empty words of a Black Star hit

Upsetting to discover your personal bit of the cosmic expression you sense in five or less, it's ESP chit

Always once in a while but forever, for eternity and a day, tomorrow and yesterday are It, matter's form

Opened wide to let it all hang out, everyplace in Space 360 degrees from original sin, I Am the Worm.

Tears of the punks started this river of mud & blood, crossed the crevasse over Babylon, intrepid Heel

Gods came up from the equator and down from the south and north poles, imaginary places for Real

Monkeys, apes, humanity and what we drank and ate, recycled for the Earth Mother, work without pay

Because we had to get out of the diapers, wet and stank of the dead, spoiled scat refused by a Sun's ray.

Middle of a dream, swirling, naked Truth, Wisdom's dusty Knowledge, silent boy's man-sized room

Comes like chunks of undigested Death and Destruction, refused by the gods, sent back to the doom

Wasted the Time in Space for a moment, maybe a century precisely in the middle of the dots' autofill

Cattle and swine, here before the cosmic scene rattled the tombstones of all gratefully dead, road kill.

Cause of this here and that there effect is the mystery we pretend to know but it's an educated guess

Based on the present facts which are slim or none, using deduction and induction to reap the success

Of a mouse & a man and a woman, creeping in & out of the corners where angels fear to go all alone

Gratitude for the experience, in sickness & health, it's a dip into a deep Void, a bum's shredded bone.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Blovember 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{  Jammed out of my hind end while listenin' to a cornucopia of jazzy rocks @Carlos_Santana #Europa on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JAsfAuvFvh8 & @RareEarthBand #GetReady (long version) link @ https://youtu.be/Yan9WilVmEg?t=1 on the LP! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BishopBullwinkle #AbsurdityRulesTheRoost #HonkyTonksRock #NowJustRobTilYouDie #MoralityExtinctionDNAGene #BonnieRaitt #BruceSpringsteen #TheRollingStones #pFhuqnA @JakeOwens @ElvinBishop @LittleFeat @LynyrdSkynyrd

UTTER NONSENSE YET FULL OF THE STATE OF BEING, STONED RO'

Who the hell or under the heavens above or below us all gave y'all the rights to round the bend amused

Your forefathers who fought as babies in wars to kill the bad guys, all of us were the Good on the loose

Good and ugly as the Americans, Europeans, Asians, Africans, Canadiens, S.Americans, a friend's fad

We waited for decades and centuries, no millennia for The Dream to either end or become so GD sad.

I didn't plan the broken heads and severed love hearts and souls that we burned and buried down

Way down low, where the angels always feared to go running when they smelled our essence blown

In the gums, rotting your choppers into oblivion just because you wanted to eat the sweetest #eats

Not the sour or spoiled goods of your coolest friends and enemies on Earth, nobody to fear the beats.

On my radio or my web directly from the digital goddesses amongst us, we know they rule the roosts

In my blood for the time nobody can ever wait for, #FlippinTheSwitch from the on to the off boosts

Electrical burns from the sun's random rays all over the Void in and out of the dead meat and corpses

Not their fault that they can't handle the Truth, they got nowhere to go and they're afraid to flip stiffs.

But I know you care more than you'll admit, shake your heads, clap your hands because they all sing

It's all happened under the Bridges of Babylon, where the Romans and Greeks feared Brits & the Celts

Before the comfortable socks and boots, they marched on their tarsals forever, died sick or soul battling

You and I couldn't get what we wanted because they told us our Ma & Pa Tumbled the Dice, ouch belts.

Here and now, we the people who read and understand the meaning of the Word, the group of words

Meaning gives you all you want and need from the first breath of consciousness to the final end, birds

All that flies will be dead & buried like it or not, it ain't my fault, sing it loud, red meat inside, we try

Cultural enculturation works on all infants who don't fade away from the moronic idiocy of god's lie.

Here's your take-away, your take-out from me to you, don't care if you like it or not, here's 151 rum

Shots down the hatch, scramble your ethics and morality and confuse being a nice God with my mum

Where I come from deep down in the holy hole where the thing itself goes on, middle of darkness, I am

Then and here we go, nothing to see here in the darkness, the blinding light gets you nauseous Hotdam!

You came for the tidbits that byte you in the behind, now you're gonna get what you came for, my sugar

Sweet like it is when you first lick the thing itself with your red tongue, knowing it got what you needed

Honey baked into the flesh of dead pigs and just because they were alive don't mean they're chitz-fame

Yet, they will be just like the dogs and cats, bulls and cows, chickens, roosters, fish and the royal game.

I could go on and on for the rest of eternity but I think I'll give the rest of the souls a chance to get by

With a wing and a prayer from the horns, twanging steel strings, bangin' animal skins with bone sticks

Paying the mothers and fathers to be the child bearers from conception through deception's parlor tricks

Mired down into the Singularity's Void, you say yeah, I say nah, we're all gonna go, I love a great Lie!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Blowvember 28th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Drafted blown wide open by @TheRollingStones #BridgesToBabylonTour #TumblinDice, #SnakeEyesForAll link @ https://youtu.be/UYDDJKSTuaY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?