#DoNotShootTheMessenger #UnlessYouMeanTequilaJelloShots #Beebulls (Gramma's Word)

#e yields mass times lightspeed squared

There is no way to know why you exist, listen to the words of the elders’ guess

Uneducated, ignorant, fear of the darkness’ void above, below & all around us

Highlighted hypothetically with a shadow, only it knows for certain, what it is

What it’s always been is what it’s mutated into, recessive gene of goddess fizz.

 

A mother, Earth and a father, the Sun, a star in the universal pantheon of holes

Some black, others white yet none of them red, green or blues of danged fools

High or low below the nucleus of the One left over when it’s All over for mass

Energy allows oblivion to be immersed into the maelstrom of swirl raced past.

 

I have known the news before it occurred to the Earth’s intelligent homo saps

It ain’t their fault that the innocent egos disbelieve The Truth’s open wire taps

It’s always been out there and inside of here, all is one because One is the All

Way to come & go, in and out of the bakery, the restaurant, the outhouse’ pall.

 

Fighting or using the force incoming to remain in it’s inertia motion to the end

Of the short story or the long epic drama or comedy of gods & fools who offend

Their sons and fathers all know nothing more nor less than the End’s comin’ in

Incoming so take cover, hide your eyes from light, so you can’t see mortals sin!

 

In the hive, no room to be one when you’re just a cog of the many, tweet me out

I’m not gonna lie, unless it’s necessary to condition your mind & body to shout

Only you know and I know what this means, war and peace of humanity’s culture

That’s all there is in the solar system, all there is in @Twitter, what it is, you are.

 

Shadow banned solo and in concert with the orchestral minions who banter puff

Speech and words, phrases, diatribes of a sensation to smell the cast away scat

How this happened in a Void?  Don’t ask me, there are tall tales, spin of the teat

Spun down to infinity’s ‘X’ as if there’s another repository of all too human spoof.

 

I know how to censor my thoughts and words yet I use them for the hobo junk

Swear & curse in a very nice way using virology unfamiliar to red, white & blue

I was taught the ABC’s before 6, taught critical analysis by 23, child to man who

Intent injected, trippin’ on the time line in Space, God’s Truth smells like skunk.

 

On being a fast ball hitting the sweet spot of the wood or metal, it’s like a dream

It takes a minute to get there but it bounces up and down until gravity’s grave

Sucks it into the state of rest upon it’s seams that never come apart, where I sat

Hey, hey Willie, Roger, Barry & Alex don’t stop censoring the Babe’s shadow, fat!

 

This is perfect, it’s the unknown, #ShadowBanned by @Twitter and @Facebook

Now it’s like it used to be back in 1951, before I was born in Shy Town by a lake

Holy boy, child moved from innocence into open unconscious trench of my mirth

Corporation of innocent people proven guilty as charged by the minions of #Hook.

 

High up above the fray, where brave humanity fears to go, Gods groom the scum

To rise up to the top of the heap of scat that can’t be suppressed by hobo & bum

I’m goin’ nowhere as quick as the speed of light, it’s so fast, it’s dark in the vortex

Leading you & I to the Ends of Time, appreciate cast voodoo, spell of love, my hex.

by

r j j  Stephan, i

c.  Freezember XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini Lundi @ 711 AMPST

{ Cozy notation from cosmic scum of Earth, drafted while in static state of somnambulism & jammin’ @ https://youtu.be/J08ZwySCoJ8?list=RD-tRdBsnX4N4 }

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#GigaByten #FOXsaysKINGSwin #AllJackedUp #BruceLee #SacKings1 #AllJackedUp

HERE, THERE & EVERYWHERE, SCHIST FOR BRAINS

Behind the closed doors, they only lock from the inside, nobody has the key

It’s so fine Richie, come on man, you’re the untouchable sacrosanct golden E

A Rich – E sometimes the goin’ gets tough and you just hang in & hang out too

Setbacks come and go for the grease to slip the depository into the black hole.

 

I’m not here & now to learn the Truth nor to tell the Truth about this & that

Meantime, let me say this about all of that, schist’s not all it’s cracked up to be

I made out with the lips of chicks all of my life, they open and close at my will

Cherry or sweet lemonade from the spores of mankind, I eat what I want to kill.

 

You know nothing I don’t know, I know nothing & still sometimes I cry like hell

Sat down, laid down, I got down every day in the morning on to the night bell

Faked the care for the emptiness, the space between me and the outer limit box

Of and by the twilight zones of a #Schist, so metamorphic of a soft, hard rocks.

 

Yeah, straight jacketed when I was on the middle path of the only way to hit it

Daylight’s and nightfall’s reign began before I arrived, still goin’ on, I’m all gone

Live, die, cry, ad infinitum, irrational and unreasonable, divine gods of brains

Too much and too little too fast and too slow, at One is The Way, God’s pains.

 

Miracle that you comprehend the Word, it was made into DNA flesh to orbit

In circles, ellipticals and #Woke dreamers who stay in deep sleep’s snow teat

Cannot get weaned off of the thing itself, as if even the mother of god almighty

Heard and seen no more, barely a scent or a taste, gonna expire in uncertainty.

 

A principle that cannot be cancelled, eat humble pie and sit down to weep, cry

I can’t stop It or you all from being the one who reincarnates to payback karma

Inside of the whores and pimps on the boulevards and avenues, there’s no lie

Fetched from the lake or down by the river, water comes in and out of my #pi.

 

It’s always 3.14 and it never, ever changes in addition, subtraction or division

Yet I multiply any number by my infinite zero, that equals the zero of deeply

Originally, venial it is not, neither the Word made flesh nor the Stith of Harry

As the dream ends & the conscious mind awakens, dawn god-gold, cashin’ in.

 

Time, now or then in Space here or there, it’s almighty and cosmic, Live Dead

Played on the stage or backstage, it’s one and the same, freedom to be said

Words up and down the lanes of bowling and fast freeway ones, street blood

Flowed from prehistoric days of the saber tooth & goliath’s mammoth ‘hood.

 

Planet used to be totally underwater, the H2O is fried out into deep space now

Now to take all of the water away, besides extinction, Earth’s shape is potato

Once, twice or thrice I see what I see and you go for it too, before I can-do it

It’s already out of sight, all gone as it was never there in the first place, egad.

 

Punks and units of the orphanage who were the spawn of the rotten eggs’ ilk

Left the poor woman to work out the romance, karma will return one just God

My father is unknown, mom’s is already gone, leftovers cool, my 396cc hotrod

Cherry red preferred, it costs a penny more than the white, worth it, Mu’s silk.

 

Certainty principle that cherry bombs and m-80’s will blow your ears into ringin’

Chimes to last forever until you die, from the 22^nd to the 72^nd 50 years of singin’

Laughin’ with our friends, yours and mine, because we knew it was all too soon

No reason or rhyme to the feeling of the end of the female’s holy place room.

 

Fighting for the next day’s good feelings, avoiding the unpleasant pain of light

Trips and falls from the nativity to the crucifixion of the creator of ESP eyesight

Chunks of Time passed very quickly, chess match in dire straits of being in mate

Shock & awe & you know why, heart pumpin’ me home, accidental blind date.

 

I’m smiling inside, my face is blank as a big, bug-eyed alien from another mother

Foolish wisemen and smart idiots rulin’ they’re hearts and souls with fire father

Burned into smoke and signals for the distant warriors to see and immerse into

Pedigree of apes without half animal essence, pure alien extraterrestrial blow.

 

Wind, leftover motion of the ocean of fish and dead bones of the great ones

Pirates and groovin’ in the laws abiding upon the seas and continental reefs

All One and the same, orphan or well-bred, in limbo’s mortal mass of gas

Pretending that you know more than I, it means you’re pumpin’ me sparse.

 

Reason and this rhyme’s all that I’ve got in my prevue, under my controller

Papa, I’ve got this remote with an infinite battery source, a TESLA juice troller

Wizards and witches did their living evil best, I ran into the sticks, I’m preachin’

Visible or not, never in one place more than a speck of suspended animation.

By

r j j  Stephan, i

c.  Freezember XIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{Metamorphic rockin’ this #JackedUpJazz, Jacked out of this here & that there, #AllJackedUP while jammin’ to @GretchenWilson https://youtu.be/D0wAQNzK0Ow }

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