#HeresLookinAtYou #DeepDarkLight

<3 DIMANCHE <3

SEVENTEEN PURPLE TULIPS IN A PARALLAX VERSE

From the heads to the feet, up and down the escalator to and from the stars above, a bent End
It's what I see & I'm blinded by the ultraviolet light not to mention the irritating sea of infrared
In any case actually in every single case without exceptions, y'all are already fried, way too high
It's not what I want as a person, in a place, messing with things other than me, cheese-apple pie.

Desire of the rocks underground and the empty skies above Ma Earth, absolute zero negativeness
Cancelling culture warriors who cringe & run to mama when the battle's afoot, smoked potheads
If you get what you want, it's what you needed to do while you were present, stay out the beds
Lying down or lying about the Truth, as it is, as it should be and always was, God almighty, Elvis!

Been up and down in the elevator, caught my foot in the door, broke my foot, my ankle smashed
Uncle James, sponsor of my confirmation in the Pope's school of my Pops, my daddio, my pal AL
Called me out from the bottom of the barrel where the rats lie & drink grapes without the wrath
Monkeys seeing whatever monkeys do and repeating the motion, ad infinitum, until death's bath.

Ones leftover who remain alive once your bucket's kicked will weep, rejoice & be happy far away
More than kilometers & parsecs to the Origin of animated atoms, cold souls of Cesarean mayday
Monkey business of the elite apes passing down the gold to leftover cyber punks without a clue
Ignorant and in full bliss mode, the monkeys fill in the blanks with fodder of their Mother's stew.

Now and then you're going to stop and smell the roses before they die and become aster dusted
A conglomerate of historical mayhem, atomic fission & fusion both below and above it all, busted
Jump over the hurdle, fall into the empty hole that you're in charge of, it's your hole, it's your fall
Bottomless pit below and above us, you & I will never cease falling down below, never stop, Y'all!

Huge wanderlust going down inside of the skull, contained but in dire straits of breaking the bind
A memory of what used to be and what it is not now, pushed the envelope to be opened to find
Empty promises of disappearing words, deaf to the sounds of guttural regurgitation, quiet Ones
There's no other left, words unspoken, unwritten, unread, unknown to the gods or my only sons.

Bears move in and out of the picnic grounds before the rats and squirrels get the word out, Lunch
Crumbs dropped from the lips of the mouth-breathers whose noses are stuck up & stuffed up too
Can't breathe, can't sniff or huff or get a scent of the matter, world dire straits don't confront me
Comin' in hot for a landing on the short runway of the carrier, I'm down, I'm One again, I am Out!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ Drafted in a liquid state, in a solid state of hoping & a gaseous state of California while jammin' to @TheSylistics #HITS #StoneLoveWithYou link @ https://youtu.be/XMAL-TRMZnE }
 

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
   
#ABreakupMakeup
'5' Grand Daughters from Other mothers!  #EyesGotDown  #SpeciesSurvival

#ThreeStooges #BoweryBoys #BugsBunny #PorkyPig #MyBabysitters 1950's

CANDY EQUATION'S UNSOLVED 'X', AN ABSOLUTE, SINGULARITY OUT OF HAND

Forever and one more day, just one more than the one that's already a given on a rock & roll

Chip off of the old block, my pops was a teenage navy vet from WWII, I'm an ex-con pothead

Paid my debt to society that didn't give a hoot about me until I tried to skirt the outlaws' hole

Tried to get in and out before the trail was laid down for the bloodhound trackers just ahead.

What is the code of the language scribbled on the blackboard, is there order to the fake chaos

Appearances can be deceiving and sometimes you don't have the essence in sight, aim at us

You know this is where it's all at down here above the Mason-Dixon line, one arpeggio away

We all seem to retain some pre-muscle memory from our seed, microscopic piece of a baby.

August and July come once every year, named for the two Roman Caesars of olden days dicky

Seems as though they've succeeded at remaining steadfast in their intention to rob the cradle

While that baby is rockin' & rollin' it ain't being a pain in mother's and father's rib cage rattle

Within no error of distance, figures calculate bristles on a hair brush, gotta utilize the trickery.

Hillbillies and the uppercrust elite have children via the same method, blue and black of blight

An epidemic from a laboratory rat who scurried into a freighter headed for China or ourselves

I'm rollin' with or without the silver bullets, I used 'em all yesterday in a fire fight, my F4 flight

I action for the stash of cash, high performing punks in the hood and above the top shelves.

Steppin' off into the parental discretion for rhymes that rope you into the loser to tempt fate

Funky or in the dirt, the dicks move in and out creating the raps and the vibes of monkey hate

To smoke it ya gotta roll it, light it or make a brownie cake, hell I'm the one & only holy chunk

Streets criss crossed, sidearms with an attitude, lit up the black holes, slitherin' in dope funk.

A boatload of foreign-speaking, babbling humanity, landed there in error, inebriated, drunken

Fast forward centuries & here & now we're in 2021 after a divine God was DNA cloned human

From a virgin and a carpenter came the humane movement, to know why a humanitarian can

Pretend all's well, speeding in circles as do punks playin' ball, wobbling vibes all slam dunkin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted this TETRAGRAMMATON gem while listenin' to 3 hours of #ThreeStooges epic slapstick link @ https://youtu.be/R43TUqp2q8g }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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#TopShelf #Trademark #InTheHouseOfRichie #ShitzInTheBack #HighAndMightyEnds @NWA @EMINEM @BrooksAndDunne #ForTheRecord #StepUpToTheMike

#I GOT WOKE WITH A CRAMP IN ME HEART, THERE'S NO "I" IN MY EYE

Blackberry juice ran down my T-shirt, pure bleached white with purple drip-dot spatter

Still a teenager in my mind, it's a state of the psyche claim to the ego, I ain't no keeper

It's the loss of the first and the last ones who cared to kiss my lips to find their hero, me

I came and went in the instant I could give up to the world, before I had to go to be free.

Ape like I was supposed to be and an angelic cherubim soul without an original err of my sin

Hairless, modest as a an infant or a clothes stripper, giving the dance of a moonlit werewolf

In particular and in general, there's nobody but me in charge of my spark within, a real given

Gift from the place in Space that houses the First Cause's occult spell over my conscious self.

Innocent raising, middle of the asphalt jungle, contents digested with a Black Jack #9 wreck

Dodge 383 @SuperBee on the way to pick up honey for the first & last date, deep cut deck

Hide out before the big cover-up becomes a known fact & a soon to be a forgotten memory

No need or any desire at all to be seen as a high achieving philosopher, whiter than ol' glory!

What the future holds other than the raven bird gettin' choked by the blue-nailed thing, a mano

Life heretofore may or may not be the same without me, hence, one thing's absolutely certain

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone, just wait until that day, the dawn will come the day after

@SlimShady came & went post-Marshall revolution apex, nest egg hatched the Ends, Life's fear.

Born not once or twice but multiple times, reincarnated staphylococcus infection, evolved too

Now invincible and immune to any drugs and all human and non-human disease, DNA is evolved

Inside of the cells, alive as DNA acid does it's mutating ritual of modification and recombination

A soul's mind, inside there & outside here, trusts the Science of assumption, conundrum is in.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 6-26-2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' #WithoutMe by @MM @Eminem  https://youtu.be/ZbytR2avo-0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?