#THOR #SugarLoafin'

CONTENTS, INGREDIENTS, MENUDO VOID { woke stones, gratefully dead kids' fool's gold }

Don't know about you but I've sweat bullets tryin' to be heaven's seer

Then when I get here I find out there's this struggle to survive a leer

Which means, everyone wants what you seem to have control over, see

Inside or outside of a dream inside of your noggin, your head woke free.

Puns aside from the serious business of staying alive, stayin' awake too

Always sleepin' with one eye open, it's because of the dogs of war boo

Leaving scraps of books and life's ups and down behind, in an upper box

Seats above the fray, where wise men & angels fear to go, on a cross.

Bursting your bubble that was never there in the first place, all psychic

Ghosts disembodied spirits of who used to be but can't let go the schtik

Pretending to be wise and immortal helps only fools' states of yellow rust

Always have what it takes to win games without rules, in gods we trust.

Beware of the dogs who bark down the gangway, as you walk by to see

King Kong on a black & white TV at Aunt Mary & Uncle Tom's cool party

My turn to itemize my deductions from the premises, it is my conclusion

Using all I got as tools to fix broken persons, places or sweet nothings.

Follow me, I'm the pied piper kind of like the old song by Crispian St P

You know the routine of the subjects, just objects of the powers to be

What buries the things that are right on to the many?  The One & only

It is not my fault, just sayin' don't stab the whisperer, only the lonely.

Fixes are in man, don't know the bookie ain't a bookie, my name's Sam

I am or maybe not in any case, what're the odds, is it ever worth a cup

Bouncing balls on screen, appearing to direct attention to the words UP

If and only if the application succeeds, you'll know what we all do, Jam.

Exposed undercover, overcoat on the underwear, so above as below goes

Features of the creatures appearing on the screen of our minds, ghosts

Think and use your mind as I do, let the music carry you above the fray

It will be there when you come back down to Earth, don't worry, I say.

Brought back before the conception's reception, the ecstasy of a touch

Blood made from a thought out of the sky, a First Moving of cosmic rock

Dirty balls of blown smithereens that know where it's all coming from it

No sign of palamino paint horses on the horizon, I'm all Wild West schit.

It's all about YOU, it's all on YOU, your life, your soul, it's your time

To be or not to be this or that profession's state of being alive on dirt

Nobody asked for conception, it happened anyway, here, I lost my shirt

It ain't what it ain't, so this probably ain't paradise but it's a rhyme.

On the crime and the punishment for being all too human, come con-man

If you do the crime then somebody taught you to be stupid, too human

Not your fault nor mine that the cause of effects has abandoned ship

We don't judge the origin of the universe, ever for any reason, no lip.

Justice is indeed a ham sandwich as it's always been from Day One, see

Always the case that everything will be swallowed in a black hole I flee

Goin' to the origin, the Singularity of invisible quarks and mother's milk

Calculus of a red or blue prophet provides a function for dead head silk.

Halls empty except for stuffed heads of foreign eggs, yet all too human

Set up for a bon fire to turn the star onto it's final, inevitable bastian

Cosmic porridge of gas, liquid, solid and some fourth dimension nonsense

No reception for the horror of afterlife's scary ghostyheads, my rants!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 0800 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam, after a @SmokeyRobinson concert in #NorCal at the @HardRockHotelWheatland & this AM listenin' to @TheEscapeClub #WildWildWest in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/6vE5ewvxdfo }

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#WildWildWest #KoolMoD2 #CASHout

SUNSET ON THE FOOL'S PACIFIC, EARTH SPINS LIKE AN IDIOT'S WOBBLING TOP

Condescending to you for your own good gods, I am being used as an usher

From the Good, the Bad & the Ugly I rose from the dead head I was under

No fault of my kin, my personal choices to merge with the universe's seeds

Of vermin and human there's an assumption of divinity, we're food it feeds.

Don't show your ignorance don't humiliate me with your stellar intellect

I used to be an idiot but mama didn't raise a fool, in my case, my grandma

Now then, let's pray and have a mass for the savior who died for Nothing

A saga worth someone else other than myself could relate in a song I sing.

It goes Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do in major, minor, sharp or flat, I'm One

Seventh son or the first of many matters as much as molecules in the ocean

Conquering the meager travails presenting their obstacle obfuscation sins

Easy come and easy go from here on out, I know nothing, the Outs or Ins.

Received the required training to manipulate the thoughts, the calculus too

Equations of inequality merge with the cosmic dust & lose the essence Blues

Deep diving down into the thing itself that you were before conception, chit

Drip and ooze from the holy gaps that allow the elevation of the epileptic fit.

An idiot knows but I'm not that certain of this one point about theoreticals

All of the propositions are assumptions to be Truth when they're just shills

The swindlers know they're best bet is to have the best shills in the ace club

Given the need to bleed, everyone thinks it's their turn next, that's the rub.

Nobody gets out with their shirt on, they lose their tee shirts and laugh it off

As if noone notices that they just burned their cash well earned in a hot coffin

Dead to you meaning it's left in the silver mines up in the cool Sierra Nevadas

Entertained and fed like cattle giving up their inner T-bones & chimichongas.

Reduction of the size of your quantity of being down to the final atom of dust

Brings you & I to the final breath I have to blow into the world's Gold or Bust

You ain't takin' anything with you, as ants scramble for crumbs, your kin too

Final curtain falls too soon but you were warned, did you heed?  No, you fool!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Vth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST Samadhi

[ What happens during samadhi? dot dot dot

In samadhi, the process of concentration, the object of concentration, and the mind that is trying to concentrate or meditate all have become one. The mind is no longer focusing on the object in an objective manner. All that remains in awareness is the content, the essence, of that object. ]

{ Kickin' the jams & this little ditty while watchin' HIGHLIGHTS OF @TNF #PhildelphiaEagles WIN 29-17 vs. #HoustonTexans game Week #9 2022 link highlights @ https://youtu.be/OxC2gP9_oX4 }

F I N I S

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#WhatsUPWithJack errrrrrr, @CardiB #UP

SIXTEEN TIMES, SAME TIME, SAME PLACE, SAME OLD DREAM WITHIN

I'm canine, same as a Goofy piece of sherbert pie, orange, lime, rasberry one

That night or some night down the road where I may or may not have any fun

Once again, darkness turns into sunlight and the dust that ghosts love to blow

Unbearable persuadables with wet dreams, not begun yet, @Twitter shadow.

Special operations of special men and women who protect the throne of US

Everyone on Earth on every continent no matter which mother bore the pain

All are part the One, the gold and water of Earth just the best of the Big Bang

Only you and I know what it's like when you're finally in and out of the Gang.

Sisters and brothers from other mothers are my kin, we see the Ends all good

Reclining your seatback when you sit in the Economy Class is smacking gods

Right in one's face when you're reading a pulitzer prize novel, hot fire blazin'

It's all going to be gone out of our eyesight, earshot, odorless smell, no taste.

Maybe or maybe not today before midnight, certainly someday before twelve

I'll wonder what I've always wondered, what the hell is going on here, top shelf

Smoked and drank as much of the dead matter as I could while under a spell

Witches formed my thoughts, turned lazy and industrial as a fool, horny hell.

Kidding or not, serious or not, bottom line, come from any place in Time & die

Of men and the vermin who crawl about awaiting the refused leaves on high

A smoke to carry the mind from the displaced and ignored into deeper space

Where the atoms split into the bleakness of zero, imagine, soundproof grace.

On the nature of the beasty boys who rock their brass monkeys, a right leg up

In brooks of Brooklyn and the seas of Seattle, awakened lookers, cafe in a cup

By the way & by the corporations who fill the fuel tanks and gas lines of dams

Around the ellipse, spinning, revolving, wobbling, that's life man, at 11:11 AM.

Stomped on dreams but they were all mine, never anyone elses, clear karma

Up and out, over and down, I'm still here in the racing mode, coolin' it outcast

No stoppin' my wheelchair or usin' my crutches for five minutes, so tired fast

When I fly from these bones & muscles that kept God up for a Time, oh mama!

Blacker cows have never been seen, it's genetic collusion of existence/extinction

Out of our hands but were armed and dangerous, hand to hand combat beatin'

No sharp or pointed metal nor wood nor stone, a bull's eye sharpshot, a thought

To drop or run out of the fear the others feel when they've shared, gods fought.

Trouble fishing and hunting to kill the living to eat them when they're dead too

To live the living must eat cold dead, hot forms & sweet tastes good-bad,  food

It's the fuel to animate our forms to remain alive both day and night, taste God

That is It, we are eating the divinity, drinking the creation, some goofy sherbert.

Signals of the smoke in this experience, rising up into the stratosphere of Dirt

Earthbound as the magnets will not allow the spiritual left into the cosmic soup

It is always there just beyond reach of consciousness, a twlight zone behind it

In your dreams' wildest spins, you won't believe what's happenin' in the Loop.

Around in circles, jumpin' on engines movin' faster than Supraman, here & gone

Flat on my face for a moment in Time, above or beyond the muck and mire bone

All I had from the DNA my ma & pa downloaded was sixteen candles, then  I died

Atomic emigration from an accidental Big Bang, U.S. Seal teamVI rollin', let's ride!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IVth, MMXXII  Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST Vendredi Eve

{ Drafted while jammin' to @JohnLeeHooker #IHatedTheDayIWasBorn @ https://youtu.be/wjD5wn1YnsQ  & @PacificGasAndElectricBand #AreYouReady link @ https://youtu.be/5MR1LBEJ-ok & #TheLastDayOfDinosaurs link @ https://youtu.be/UChQHrjefVU  }

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EXTINCTION IS IMMANENT, LOCK ALL THE DOORS, DO YOU FEEL ME?