HEY KID, MIND YOUR MOTHER, ABOVE & BELOW ONE APEMAN'S EXTINCTION
As it always has been in the past several trips around the HOLY sun, 69 for me & dead you
Whether you know me or know It or not, it's still The Thing's Truth be told, to be not two
All One, both you & I, nobody else here in this room with us, primate ball games of face
Just give up the ghost to nobody other than a Void of an empty hole we dub out, Space.
Between Thing-Space, there's a profound notion, anti-matter is a genius' communista soho
Got milk answers from cows far beyond the shamanic drums I hear drowning out the blow
From exploding atoms ninety-three million miles away from us, One surface ridin' dirty rock
Disrespected everything by just being here & now, alive eating plants & animals, hen & cock.
Powers that will never be on Earth do not exist yet, that is a mutation waiting to happen now
Random collisions of atomic substance will inevitably cause both creation of form & extinction
Shapes of the bones which contain the flowing Verve inside of the solid gas, a man or woman
Humming sounds that stars like our sun contribute OM Oneness' cosmic, deadhead evolution.
Now that I have your attention, sit down all alone in the darkness with only the OM within It
208 bones resonate in synchronicity like an empty, hollowed out cave with monks in chant fit
Won't stop until the nature that is within and without calls for the payment in full, to die for
All worth the trip, short or long, good, bad or ugly 'cause the alternative is LOVE, ALL you got!
Drums are the animal skins and the heavy metal shins, tin armor to protect my balls & hearts
From the pierce of the sharp points of foreign heavy metal projectiles, comin' for rocks rolled
War games without rules & winner takes all, back to the graves of fake-men, android upstarts
All the faithfully departed, all gratefully dead & gone, it was a ruse, you're Jerry! You're gold!
Why are you still here reading words that you cannot comprehend the meaning of? You nuts
There's no other explanation for your return to read this over a second time, I feel all the cuts
Your memories of what you've been taught since the age of reason sprouted from the DNA Id
Extinction of Many is immanent eventually, forms of it all, shape at One of me, I am, #TheKid.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, July 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:77 AM (OST)
{ Student of Nothing drafted during #DeepTranceHum #ShamanicDrums link @ https://youtu.be/ivCOrc1HWxI & REWARD of @WARtheBand #HITS & @TheKybalionByThreeInitiates #TeachingOfTheSevenHermeticPrinciples @ https://youtu.be/3zWKrVibH64 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
Sunday, July 18, 2021
#GiveItUp #ArchangelEarsWideOpen #EyesBlindedByLight #TheKid #NothingRests #NothingIsAtRest #WaitWhat? #HERMES
Saturday, July 17, 2021
#CantRecallCantRemember #NoCanDo #Reaper #Cash #Church #TittiesBar
BURNT DEAD SCROLLS OF THE SEAS, OF ARISTOTHENES & CARVED CV + RS
God damned the idea of this Earth's platform to be spherical and empirical logic & wisdom
Memory of the ancient dream's origin, the unconscious realm of angelic, disembodied some
Bruno put some fire in the cosmic extraterrestrial evolution of DNA or a cosmic, power milk
Which form of forgetfulness do you choose, know thyself or pretend to be a slave of gods' ilk.
Forget about what you never knew and just now discovered, that form comes in & out of her
Mothers of Earth will look about them from ground to the sky and above the inner space here
Middle road running everything in sight one way, from the alpha to the omega, it will end It
Creator and the created can be everything it is, all of it is One & that One is for All, God's spit.
Death ends life and life doesn't spontaneously combust from Nothing but the Void, it's magic
Like it always was it will always be, a wise, epic phraseology mutation of Wording hella flesh
Pain of the labor my female friends and relatives have given this world to nurture the species
Of human wisdom and the problematic philosophy of a sceptic, there is now mine, up for air!
Masters and the students progress from quantum subatomics to recollection of suchness, Id
Errors unfold the essence of eternity, blinded by a kind of light, ultravioletish infrared CoVid
Monkey bites on the bytes full of frankincense and myrrh or some other dust off of the floor
Not putting you on, I never would for any reason, unless drugged & passed out, at One blur.
Four eyes behind the persona that mutates at will, multiple personalities in a rubic's ol' ally
9 moves & all sides are side-specific, everything is broken tails, silver, bronze, old rolled gold
Shapes of the unlimited infinite spontaneously become conceived and so begin to mitotically
Blue and silver for the colors of the Rolls, nothing matters, if it did I'd know, so pray for me.
Eagles fly and land, mate and eat the prey of the gum chewin' hillbilly boned and far too high
Lacking any other reason for being alive other than accidentally on purpose, off an IUD or pill
Just because I thought you were so pretty, cuter than a bug in a rug & that it ain't a white lie
It's what the hell's already gone, ultimate power makin' Aristothenes magic, my queen's chill.
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r j j stephan, i
c. July 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 PMPST
{ Minted in uncirculated condition under the influence of a miracle on Speckle Way & listenin' to @EricChurch #ColdOne & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/4LZt4CfrfiU }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
#RidinLikeMaryTheWindIsBlowinMySails #Hendrix #Cross
ALREADY GONE APES-CHIT, RIDIN' DIRTY ON HEAVEN'S STAR STAIRWAY
Keep trippin with a loaded gun in hand & you're gonna give up the ghost of a lyin' royal blue soul
Like it or not, it's the way it is and how it's always going to be, l like it in a big 'ol, deep black hole
Mesmerized by the vacant looks of expecting mothers of invention smokin' & swallowin' the dope
In the style all babies see when firstborn into a world of swirl, homespun shaken St. Peter's Pope.
Titties and beer for the last time, just like the first time is the last time you'll know it, all of these
Most comin' & going in and out of laced panties all my girlfriends wore before happy hour lastcall
Bums and junkies failing blood alcohol & drug tests & still gettin' masters' and a PhD, so pleeease
A million days I work and a million days I get high and drunker than skunks, likin' all calls to bawl.
Sycophantish followers both inside and outside of my 8 ball box, it's a sarcophagus' rubber ball
Always within, always without me, I come & go, 'til I made a come back in a pack of Pall Mall
1st cigarettes smoked, Lucky Strikes or Camels straight, no filter, rolled up my short ol' sleeve T
Drunk on Pepsi & 7Up carbonation up my nose, 19 & change, touring Viet Nam pain in country.
Rhythm and rhyme puttin' the chops down, in a groove to let you knock yourself out original sin
Like a grand slam breakfast or home run, either way it goes all the way from there & back again
Drums beatin' the alpha & omega to begin and end with, since it's only a sandman's dreamscape
Awake & woke, done for like a steak well done, back in an invisible groovin' out of Ur to Harlem.
In the DNA of Uncle Sam and the children of his wife who gave me a copy of Hesse's Glass Beads
Put the entire origin of the known universe into my particular perspective, a lad's jumped creeds
Not so professional, self proclaimed wise man of letters, PhD in Metaphysical embrace of me/One
What It is, stay up late all along the watch tower of Jojo's Earth asphalt, bitchin' plan, All's done!
On a motorcycle, layin' down the vibes from two rubber tires and a hundred pounds of metal sin
Formed out of a million things, shining in the sun, starting up now, ridin' into a sunset soso soon
I didn't want to leave but somebody had to & I didn't want to impose on anyone else, so be doom
Pork, beef, fowl, honeybee sweet as honey, life on Earth eating one another to stay alive in skin.
Nobody wants to remain in deterioration state for eternity, it's mercy killing or die while dreamin'
Of the sheep and the fools who rule the conscious awareness with the moral imperative of milkin'
Cows, goats and the women keepin' the dream alive, the species recombination of genes in glee
Enjoying 10 orgasmic shudders in error, a necessary condition, purple Eagle is once again, free!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, July 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:25 AMPST
{ Drafted while @ChristopherCross FORCE-FED #RideLikeTheWind down my throat, link @ https://youtu.be/ur8ftRFb2Ac }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Keep trippin with a loaded gun in hand & you're gonna give up the ghost of a lyin' royal blue soul
Like it or not, it's the way it is and how it's always going to be, l like it in a big 'ol, deep black hole
Mesmerized by the vacant looks of expecting mothers of invention smokin' & swallowin' the dope
In the style all babies see when firstborn into a world of swirl, homespun shaken St. Peter's Pope.
Titties and beer for the last time, just like the first time is the last time you'll know it, all of these
Most comin' & going in and out of laced panties all my girlfriends wore before happy hour lastcall
Bums and junkies failing blood alcohol & drug tests & still gettin' masters' and a PhD, so pleeease
A million days I work and a million days I get high and drunker than skunks, likin' all calls to bawl.
Sycophantish followers both inside and outside of my 8 ball box, it's a sarcophagus' rubber ball
Always within, always without me, I come & go, 'til I made a come back in a pack of Pall Mall
1st cigarettes smoked, Lucky Strikes or Camels straight, no filter, rolled up my short ol' sleeve T
Drunk on Pepsi & 7Up carbonation up my nose, 19 & change, touring Viet Nam pain in country.
Rhythm and rhyme puttin' the chops down, in a groove to let you knock yourself out original sin
Like a grand slam breakfast or home run, either way it goes all the way from there & back again
Drums beatin' the alpha & omega to begin and end with, since it's only a sandman's dreamscape
Awake & woke, done for like a steak well done, back in an invisible groovin' out of Ur to Harlem.
In the DNA of Uncle Sam and the children of his wife who gave me a copy of Hesse's Glass Beads
Put the entire origin of the known universe into my particular perspective, a lad's jumped creeds
Not so professional, self proclaimed wise man of letters, PhD in Metaphysical embrace of me/One
What It is, stay up late all along the watch tower of Jojo's Earth asphalt, bitchin' plan, All's done!
On a motorcycle, layin' down the vibes from two rubber tires and a hundred pounds of metal sin
Formed out of a million things, shining in the sun, starting up now, ridin' into a sunset soso soon
I didn't want to leave but somebody had to & I didn't want to impose on anyone else, so be doom
Pork, beef, fowl, honeybee sweet as honey, life on Earth eating one another to stay alive in skin.
Nobody wants to remain in deterioration state for eternity, it's mercy killing or die while dreamin'
Of the sheep and the fools who rule the conscious awareness with the moral imperative of milkin'
Cows, goats and the women keepin' the dream alive, the species recombination of genes in glee
Enjoying 10 orgasmic shudders in error, a necessary condition, purple Eagle is once again, free!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, July 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:25 AMPST
{ Drafted while @ChristopherCross FORCE-FED #RideLikeTheWind down my throat, link @ https://youtu.be/ur8ftRFb2Ac }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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