#WheresThePoPoNow? #ReasonableIrrationality

A SQUARE'S  ATMOSPHERE, RUDE TRIANGULATION STRANGULATION

Nothing matters if something is right, that IS nonsense & isn't rationally streaming a river view

Punks & junk in their blood & bones, between the three meals every day, there's chit to poke

One long-john, a twisted concoction of leaf-life in a jar's logo-rich color, red, pink, violet & blue

Blown in & out of blood-lined red, white & blue gigs, same as it always been, life is but a joke!

Tolerate the disagreements because experience shows that all ideas pass away, like your folks

Inside of the newpaper is the old news from last night's bad news, there's never better looks

Analyze the conceptual formulation of your thoughts, to be precise, to read your meaning too

Not just the sound of the grunts and repeated ground-up beef of the morons who came thru.

Wrote books, the kids read & believed were sound and rational when they were the opposite

Didn't catch the disclaimer at the origin nor at the finale, it began & will end in a peep of fight

No match for the black hole's singularity, it's nature is to suck us all into the End's final taster

God inside you, inside me, inside every atom of hydrogen and oxygen, gods do not waste Her.

Spaced out & into pan-imagined world of baby minds trained by infidels & zealots, One's sons

Maybe many or the One, either way,  a sufficient condition, to be at war with my DNA's atoms

For Happiness & the pursuit of the Good, the assimilation of the Bad & the absorption of ugly

At the last gasp of air I get, it's all you're gonna get, you're gone the moment I die, poof, I see.

Nobody alive will get out of this life alive, everybody is giong to die first, body & soul, it's over

Blind faith deceived the forms of DNA to believe in the vacant emptiness being their Savior sir

Woman who bore them into this world had one precedent, a creator of Mankind's mortal sin

Burned everything in Space, collapsed into the Void's nourishing emptiness, forgot I'm . . . IN!

Play with yoyo's & spinning tops to pass the time away, on the wax floors of the holy, hot fire

Put this in your subjective pipe and smoke it, it's an object predicated by the pall-bearing pyre

Monkey virus aside, don't eat the meat, substitute the flesh & let it die in peace not like food

Common ground star dirt, kids beyond recognition, #FUBAR of Calculus, up yours, I was rude!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Conned out of my mind's eye this AM while loopin' @LouGehrig's 4 Homers in 1 Game, June 3rd, 1932 A.D.  on youTube #Viral link @ https://youtu.be/1x2MnvwYgkw }

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W.W.A.R.D.? 

#HappyMemorialDay #PickinGrinnin' @Waylon_Jennings #GoodHeartedWoman #GoodTimesMankind #FormulaOne

 <3

RAP TWICE WITH A CANE, KILLIN' THE PAIN OF A STEELY AIRMAN'S LATE SHOW

Granted this titanium free will switched on to the fine line, it's on, I can't turn it off, so strange

It's all as tight as a drum, animal skin stretched to it's ripping point, titanium-free, dream being

All of the things we think are useful or useless are guesses about the a Big Bang & our Ending

In or out of sin we caused & allowed to happen, A SWITCH THAT CAN NEVER CHANGE.

In Heart's desires or Soul's karma indulgences we delve down into the mire, the muck, the life

As above and so it is below, our heads are over our heels and there's no going backward knife

It's a cut forward, ahead of it's time, there's that which comes around & goes around as a jerk

Decades roll on from one to ten & where the hell are we?  Covered up & pullin' a sharp knife.

Matter and form had nothing on me before my pa & ma merged me into One, as I am a unit

Multitudes are duplicated and continue to strive while some have yet to be conceived, all of It

Drunk on the smoke and high on the booze, it gives the essence of the Truth some kick, boom

Droppped a bomb on me & you, told us we're on our own, to be or not to be a witch's broom.

Squeezing the life out of the stardirt, mixing the water and wine with the doomed star ashes

Yields players of existence & meloncholy sounds of key A flat to G sharp ad infinitum caches

Before the beginning there's no record of things & at end there'll be nothing but farm chores

Analogy of the twilight zone's surrepitious repitition of the reruns and repeats of the scores.

In Time & Space's social communication twixt Katy, Peg & Dr. Wu, blown friend-enemy chitt

Be the way anyone can be who fades away, gravity sucks, ultimate goal of life, dust in orbit

Around in a circle or an elipse 'bout a burning gravitational collapse, a boogaloo mind blower

Zombies out & in, strike pitch zone of twilight, twisted into a creature comfort, a tulip striker.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Cast aspersions above while jammin' to @SteelyDan #TheVeryBestOf on youTube @ https://youtu.be/d7PsHS_vixU & @ElectricMountain #AtLastEverything @ https://youtu.be/5VNN7Fow75A & #MemorialDayTribute @ https://youtu.be/85FlA8fXUCU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThankYouVeterans #MemorialDay #AlwaysForTheDeadHeroes

DOG!  I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW, OBEY MASTER CHIEF POCOLOLO

To be the obedient one and to have another to roll with, now that my friend's a Time bomb

Compare it to what you pick while you're grinnin' ear to ear, with or without my holy come

Two Heads of Class or at Ends of thin blue lines that you can never get behind, go for dumb

About the nature of the beasts both in & out of me & you, all of us, everyone baby to atom.

Keep this in mind, you're evolved but you're no angel, I ain't either, it's an opine about chit

Whether you know it or not, you cannot know anything, it's all a series of beliefs that I'm It

But no can do, I cannot be the entire solar system, galaxy or universe, re-runnin' it on empty

Stored everything I could before I couldn't do it all for myself, never wait for help in the city.

More or less in the rhythm and rhyme of the Space of Infinity, whatever the Hades is in Cielo

Beans thrown out the open windows & all you ever get are beanstalks grown way down low

Picnics with the pretty girls and the fine wine and pocololo of Poncho, I can't get rhythm raps

Slapped that horse on the ass and started to gallup for the climax, begin it's momentary lapse.

Keep movin' on, there's nothing to see, hear, smell, taste or feel here, you know Nothing right

Or maybe you don't but you will sooner than later, less than a century, I'm certain, it's insight

An infant nor adolescent cannot fathom the adulthood ahead, it's the Cisco Kid's facts of life

You're conceived by accident or under a rainbow, it's up to you to stay with that mortal wife.

Before you eat or drink the Earth's booty, remember to find the disposal out of the olfactory

Preferably to live up-wind or near 14 coasts of 7 continental shelves, away from the forestry

Fathers unknown to these orphans of Time, spun out of the fake yarn of Words in a Biblioteq

Babble to predicate the recollection of the disasterous revolutions of H2O & stardust's sick.

Then if & only if you are conscious of the thing itself at the end, final gasp of air, eyes all open

Premier ending, a finale worth waiting for, in the lobby before or after the show, suck sen-sen

Bad breath to good CO2, needed for the plants everywhere for oxidation, they grow to burn

Even without the flames' fire, the heat will melt the matter into cosmic soup, a plethora bum.

Nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, nothing to aspire to, nothing else to lose in a tornado

Yet, sitting inside is one wonderful being, forming an improbable being of matter, play dough

Infused with Will to Power, to be or not to be alive & well, to be alive & incompliant & to see

Life's commands of divine, inhumane regulations for Animal nature, good, bad & coyote ugly.

Find the smoke, you'll smell it a mile away downwind, maybe a mile and a half upwind too

Caring about living and surviving in a hostile environment is key, you've been dropped into

The Unknown plethora of a dream MEN cannot awaken from, you don't want to, that's death

You & I gotta gitterdone, we'll be alive, when all the rest of y'all won't, old women, go forth!

Food, eat it or you die, try not to kill living things but you gotta kill 'em to eat 'em, taste, eat

Blues won't help but they come and go depending on the distracted attention of the intent

Be good, be bad, be ugly, it's all up to you & I and nothing can force our hands to violate It

Code and rules to run the machine by, to stay out of trouble and out of the ROCK, God Fit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST #TapTap

{  Hang tight with @CHICAGOtheBAND LIVE IN 1995 JAPAN drafted to this #Festival link @ https://youtu.be/kGBfNC46qrY & #TheBestOf @Soul_Train 1971-1979 Vol #6 link @ https://youtu.be/UWHq3zOX59Q }

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W.W.A.R.D.?