#KILROY was here with #STEPPENWOLF #TwoFerOneTodayToo

 'CAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE SO PRETTY, RIVER STYX IS KILROY DRY

I don't care if you like it or not, the way it is, my friend, is the way it is & just ain't nothing else
Meaning only that my advice is to enjoy every single day you get on this Earth, it's ringin' bells
Like I don't really recollect the time on the planet before I was born, except for one thing too
I died & came back to life a few times, like I'm a nine life cat but I'm not, menu-do cosmic stew.

Nothing I can recall of the past living on Earth other than I was no insect or reptile or mammal
Something extinct in 2022 A.D. except inside of a DNA recessive gene which is immune to hell
What the One is can't be mutable, it's necessary condition is that it's immutable, always One
Common ground I step down upon is the same as yours, if it isn't then you ain't in on it, son.

You may be on a different path than I am, you may not be on any path at all, just here & now
Rationality and the quest for the Truth be damned, take the hand of the virgin & jump on in
The volcano hole accepts the flesh and bones for sacrifice to the imagination's conflagration
That you live after you die without a body, without a mind, only a soul you & I eagerly blow.

Into the plethora of star effulgence created from Nothing, out of Nowhere in no Time at all
Yet, here we are, y'all over there & me way down here on the block or in the backwood y'all
For the sake of sanity and the power to sleep and wake up ad infinitum, until the crows caw
Absentee fathers and unwed mothers have the Commandments to be thankful for, Raw Law.

Choirboys learn the lessons and transmute into altar-boys, paperboys & bat-boys until the end
Swept up in the hub bub around acculturation, I'll follow like y'all follow, I'm gently weepin'
There's no reason nor rhyme left in the baked bean souffle, empty of the form & anti-matter
Wake the discourse by force, unless it's a talking horse like Mr. Ed and rode by a mad hatter.

In the groove on the platter groove, first to the last RPM spin, it's about the tracks 13-19 teens
Where the start is the finish and vice versa, a bizarre world where nothing's right, it's all wrong
As the day allows a conscious awareness, it's a dream within a dream moving random scenes
Will to control the causes and effects is futile, resistance is always futile, Mari fire up the bong.

So, I slid safe into home, caught the catcher in the cup, I felt bad that I felt so good, team hug
Wisdom fled my conscious awareness for several important moments today, I am such a lug
Listen carefully when I croon the words of the chimney sweeper, spittin' creosote of hot bricks
Unfolded for your eyes only, it's not for me to say, it is what it is. upstream down river Styx.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, 6-8-2022 AD @ 2100 hours PST #gODamFinklestein
{ 2Aday drafted while jammin' to #BestOfStyx link @ https://youtu.be/UjnCTHi9Qf0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BottomsUp #FromTheTopDown #GAGA #SHAKUR #YOGA #ALL

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END OF THE SAPIENS SPECIES' EXTREME DOT MATRIX

Simon says that you & I ought to act & think as all too human ancestors did, preceded essence
Smashed and grabbed as if you've never been taught the morality of good-evil behavior ends
Meaning nothing more than possession of a comprehensive philosophy of this pseudo reality
Seen, heard, smelled, tasted and felt as a touch & felt as an emotion, a rescue of idiots in me.

Here is what I mean by idiots, it's not a sound of a moron's opposition to logic or mortal sins
Rational to a fault, never unlistened to, a speaker with a spark & light gleam of a pimp's door
Prison break and the laws that were broken have retooled the punishment for the score wins
Four score you'll never see but a tie score will show the whole world what it means to score.

Bishops as cardinal red as any father in heaven or in dirt, above & below mirror image faces
Inside of your & my heads, mindful recollection of your & my past historical action & willing
Of the Ends you're heading toward, there's nothing there beyond the clouds & empty spaces
Cared too much or not enough, felt bold and brave plummet to the herd's timid & suffering.

Dot matrix the DNA to the massive monster bones you see as dead as the past million years
Of revolution and elliptical orbit about the burning ball of Hydrogen gas, my love, love me sun
Keep in mind, face the rays and feel the burning love, it's a hunk or maybe too much for some
Sincerely yours, on the other hand, it's too hot to handle for everyone but you, mama's fears.

Worried about you being safe & sound, until you were out of sight, out of mind, forgotten too
Letters handwritten for the edification of the parental helicopters that hover for guidance flux
Out of this world as you know it, the world that was here before your conception, you're all in
Occult hens calculating, cackling incessantly about a scan in the twilight zone, I love Mortal sin!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, June VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST  #EvolutionPrecedesExtinction
{ Under heart attack, drafted this piece while hemorrhaging strings of empty sounds of silence while jammin' to #NeedMoreCowbell @SNL bit link @ https://youtu.be/cVsQLlk-T0s & listenin' to "How Did Woody Allen become Woody Allen" link @ https://youtu.be/esYrjvi0R98 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#CellBlock17 #@Woody @#Elvis #HailMary

 

ON BEING THE TWILIGHT ZONE OF DUCKS' POND SCUM

You & I know what we've been taught, if we learned our lessons, we're in tune with Nothing
This entire planet of chaos is the scent of a woman and the ending of the wonders of living
Monkeys pretending not to be the apemen they came from, it works a little bit for a while
Did you know what you didn't know before you knew it?  I don't think so, the unknown up.

Whatever is out of our world, eight miles higher than the planet's ground, dirty rock pebble
Broken down apples and your delete button finger is cut off, William Tell rang the arrow bell
Shot into the heart to cause the blood to leak out into the matrix vacuum, blue blood to red
Monks hiding in caves, far away from the world of their mothers & fathers, it's what she said.

Courts in session and the verdict is in, you and I fired the bosses & now we've drunk the grog
Error in judgement has caused instant poverty within 60 days, no savings, no checking, a blog
Why don't you just shock the monkeys 'til they blow the commandments of humanity to err
Obedience to law that preceded all of our presence, the law began at the origin, Mom, Her.

No way you get in here to the Earth's atmosphere without yo' mama, have some respect too
She brought you into the world and she could take you out, behind your back, a cuckoo flew
Over the nest where the nuts get cracked and allow the good, the bad & the entry I can't find
In & out of inflated bones, all 208 of them, it's how many all of us have, deflated simple mind.

Greasers and the social butterflies who move about from home to the corner, on the cellblock
All of them had four of them, all of them had the gangs to hang, not doin' anyone's homework
Not many going to colleges & universities, nearly all being indoctrinated, drafted in the bloods
Leftover fear from the ancestors, linked up the scared cats with afterlife pablum of the cryps.

Never underestimated, I acknowledge y'all so to speak, we're all together before we're scatter
Shot gunned out of humanity & the funk that it leaves behind, makes It All most foul to smell
Moving upwind is necessary and you always know where you don't want to go, it's full of scat
Above my paygrade and below the bottom of the ocean, there's a heart of Earth's antimatter.

Soul to go, here, there & everywhere you'll never get to, you're a mortal, not an immortal son
You and your people in your family and group of associates will all be extinct in a century's fun
Causes and effects and the grand funk of historical recollection are all we have, it's On The Air
Broadcasting live 'til we're all dead & gone, far, far away from Words & Flesh here, over there.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, June VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
 

{ Gods' dams hold the H2O in a holy, bottomless pit & allowed this tripe to enter the light while listenin' to @Elvis #Platinum on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bP9lVSQxbm0 #HuluHoopBaby #ShakinHerGrassInAHuluHoop }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DreamOn