#SweetJosephine #HappyBirthday Auntie Josie Stopka RIP NOW, born circa 8-15-1930

PHENOMENOLOGICAL EXTINCTION IS IMMANENT

Who is in charge of this acting committee that facilitates broken souls of the blown

Mercy to all who don't deserve it but no mercy when it's time to lay all money down

Can't afford to lose when there's ONE way to win, the impossible is a rock, It's woke

Over the hills and through the deep woods there's the utopian climax of the poke.

Girls grown into the women who take it all whether they like it or not, become nuns

Can't handle the all too human way of the wildmen they were descended from, Huns

Hordes of Hard criminality inherited from simple punks, still born to virgins' kerfuffles

Sons of dogs who wage war to live and die for the kings and queens, Harlem shuffles..

Winning the games without competition from inferior divine creations, breakin' stride

With a double-time or about-face of the present movement to and fro, it's a free ride

Nothing lasts forever and something strange is going on according to a conscious high

Cause and effect keeps it moving in Space & Time, nobody lives forever, we all do die.

Counting crows & the jumping beans that get refried and pied, it's a burst of the Sun

Grew out of the seed and sprouted to the flowers and fruit of the vines, IT IS THE ONE

Universal thing itself & forms it creates out of Nothing are the cosmic egg, the dozens

Meaning of the phrases & dissertations transform with Time, subjective original sins.

Two dimensional, larger than a dot or a period punctuation, speak my language now

Predication of the objects and their Time/Space modifications, finishing God's blow

Love in the middle of nowhere is like when it's somewhere else, seeds of mama Ho

Mind over matter and the energy from a Big Bang turns out to be a look out below.

SoCal to Maine, man it's far to go but what a wonderful place, 'merica kills the stupid

Dams to hold the water in a pool to be used at will, power to Be is a reward for a fool

Not your fault, it's a beer bong conception and birth for you to enter this matrix, Kid

Lost my marbles, cookin' cosmic stew, I'm starvin', acid DNA & RNA, thanks, I'm cool.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 3:00:01 PMPST

{ Drafted while blasting  this fine Italian Grandma #CreatingStuffedBellPeppers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fcxmhc2W7xY & listenin' to #GreatestHits of @Nickelback link @ https://youtu.be/2gFdXvCV2XI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ZAPPA #TheFourTops #TheSpinners #TheTemptations on #TheBABE #TheRollingStones #BattleCREED #SixFeetFromEdges #DynamoHummers

BEATIN' 'ROUND THE BABE'S BUSH, WALKIN' INTO A ROLLIN' STONE'S BAR *

The rain will fall & flow down the mountain when StarTime's volcanic dew comes down hard

Top of the mountains & the heads without hats, caps or bubushkas over divine honor guard

It all comes downhill just like the scat produced in the transubstantiation of Matter's vacuum

Spelling the WORD is as important as the misunderstood meaning of the PHRASE, a verbatum.

Rocked the rollers and I rolled the rockers, they have their needs & wants too, it's production

Of the mice, rats, all animation in front of the face of the living cats who read & write of Suns

Stars above, below & all around us all, ask any returning astronaut if you find one out the blue

To know before you die, before you're too ill to comprehend the notion, can't get next to you.

I broke my hip dancin' last night, ouch it hurt so bad I needed to get help pretending to fake it

East as pie when you look and act just like a sad sack of potatoes without a salad, playin' chit

Acts on the stage until the curtain ends the noise, comedy or tragedy, never grows older, see

All there is, right here & now, but anyways, swallowing spam, pretendin' immortality is liberty.

Sunshines even when the weather outside or inside of the cave is freezing-cold stiff, snow-ice

Birds in the trees no more, only some animals not buried or hibernating in the holy One wind

Of the sun, our closest star in the myriad of the plethora, wealth is immortal but never twice

Poor is mortality always being aware that any moment is the last, you live stronger, feel nice.

With or without the sexual feeling makin' you feel so fine, babies and adolescents never know

Mothers & fathers being as unconscious as the drops of rain on a fallen leaf's God job to blow

Pop goes the weasel but only after the same old song gets the crank forward, Goddess mother

Remain here for now, in love with the girls who came before me & only my brothers & Father.

Truth of the propositional logic's deductions and inductive reasoning's program to be a Man

Too human, it's MAN the genius not the men who inhabit #FakeNews of original sins, Human

Uncles, aunts, sisters, brothers & cousins all inhabit a realm of the Ones unknown, DNA pool

Acid from a Big Bang's infinity bringin' magic to your eyes, my words sayin' IT all to you, fool.

Splitting the hairs apart in thin air, knife as sharp as a razor blade's blue steel, dreamin' ONE

Infinity has no subjective or objective for an infinitesmal, as you can't see the invisible, son

It ain't your fault, it's the nature of A program, when two became the one your God greets

Enjoy the singing songs, the skatin' on thin ice & all until you get knocked off you little feets.

Think I do look & see, hear and recollect, smell the aromas, taste the acid of Star's scourge

Love comes from it & only the dissolution has more power than the Charity of the Merge

Alone at first then together again ad infinitum, days and nights come over me & you, lover

Full or half-full is good enough, empty can't be happenin' ever, that's caput, then it's OVER.

Cooked, baked, fried, toasted, blanched & then, it's unrecognizable Life to chew into my scat

Using all compressed LIFE to replenish the used reserves you've shed in deep, young mothers

Children taught the errors to perform, they perfect the dream in a dream, like my old fathers

Morons & idiots filled Mama's Baby Ruth with Butterfingers, melted candy, wrong, I AM that.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of Cielo while jammin' to @TheTemptations #BEST on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TM_0Q6aYqZw Come on baby, understand me sugar... I love you!  RS&CV }

* Concert @Temptations & @TheFourTops LIVE LAST NIGHT inspired this Blue Soul Jazz!

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W.W.A.R.D.?

THER'RE ZERO GODS & DOGS 

#PapaWasIndeedARollingStone #TheRollingStones #TheTemptations #TheFourTops #LetsRoll #InTheNameOfStones

 

DON'T TEMPT ME, IT'S JUST OVER THE TOPS, BEWARE OF DOGS & GODS

Loathing with an influx of fear of the light's darkness' flight of invisible chit

Atomic molecular formulations of random designs of fools and idiots, that's It

Nothing more nor less than A Truth you searched for since your terrible twos

Maybe you're 80 now & you still don't know anything about Gods or the blues.

Monkeys and gods made the dogs and there they are, down in front & center

Sun shines down with or without a full, new moon, y'all rolling, blinded stones

Quit squinting when you can't see the things at all, you look far away to a sea

Water of hydrogen & oxygen, happy to come inside & outside my skin & bones.

I'm your master, I'll whip you into shape, you'll have scars but you'll obey It

The rule, the law, the categorical imperative from all intricate philosophic chit

Bleeding over the shore lines into the rivers of life that quench Void's thirst

It is what it is whether you're pleased with that or not, nobody GAF at first.

Then you discover your own personal tune to hum along while you blow TNT

In your mother or father or country full of stranger nuns & priests of glee

Followed the birds when they flew in for the trial, every one of them there

Front or back row seats, same day, same ol' way it's always been over here.

You got everything you gave, if you gave nothing, don't be surprised with God

It's One thing itself that remains when it's said & done, I'll remain the same

In the sunshine or under the rainfall that keeps Death honest with my hotrod

Speed don't kill easy, over a hundred in the quarter mile in a 9 flat requiem.

It didn't hit me until all of my sins against my fathers & brothers were SONS

Of fathers from other fathers, I inherited the boulevard's Irish-Sicilian kiss

I'm never alone, only my 208 bones know that, on fire or as cold as ice tryst

Got screwed roughly & aided by soft-hard strong hands, 8 fingers, 2 thumbs.

Gods & evolved dogs & cats who become extinct as cavemen & ship barnacles

Created and destroyed the things themselves, form & matter, full stop bulls

Fighting for the freaks, the bums & the junkies, champion of the world's hum

Same tone of the flats and sharps, the natural A's, B's & C's make It come.

Dodging the act of the insemination and the whisper of conception, how I got

Here and Now, addicted to the water & air, I'll die in the fog & bullets shot

Out of the rifles and pistols or the cannons and missile silos, I pretend to see

It's all about beat, nothing more nor less than the narrow Way, to be of Me!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ No Trouble @Meghan_Trainor link at https://youtu.be/7PCkvCPvDXk #AllTheRightJunkPhotoshopped }

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W.W.A.R.D.?