Gobs Gobs Goobs . . . #ChicagoHotDogs #RedHots #Beef #ItalianSausage & #Fries @MarshallPhillips @ArmstrongGettyRadioShow #JiggleYourMouseToSleep # @BWStephenson #MyMaria #TheGrinchPhilosophy

SORE MIND OF A HUNGRY RAPTOR

Pimps on the block, goin’ in for an interview, part-time job is a cool booster

You’re increasing my risk every moment of every day, when it’s a time to go

To the in and out both above and below the primary chunks of reality fodder

Hardy as strongest of the streets’ people who faithfully fool Tao-Marxist Ho’s.

My history professor reinforced the lie of Earth’s origin, you have the tools

Screw it or pound it until the desired result is assimilated, high above below

Hunger satiated now & then, today, yesterday but tomorrow nobody knows

Drugs and the junk to inject the venom into your bloody brain, all God blows.

Foolish freaks of nature hard to get, it’s a play on a stage, it began & it will end

I’m down, really down on the ground, in a cold lobby where you dropped deuce

Preferred an alley that’s wet and dark, they were all clean & dry like hard salami

Portals allowed the punks into their mothers’ wombs, living in evil, alive & free.

Vanish from my perception & you don’t exist any longer, kill or be killed, in love

What has gone up will return to its natural state, down on the ground in a grave

Gravity does it just fine, don’t climb to the hilt of a peak, need a cool cyber-slave

Higher than the risk factor, First Cause of the First unmoved mover, I Am above.

by

rjjstephan, i

c.  Freezember XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini

 MERCREDI at 711 AMPST

{ jammed while jammin’ to @SmokeyRobinson #OneHeartbeat in an infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/A39xfn3K_Ps & @SteelyDan #CountdownToEcstasy link @ @ https://youtu.be/rFnwczuvb74 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P. @FrancoHarris #immaculateReception

#AINTWOKE

#God #Man #NothingAtAll #ZipperUnzipped @MariaAmour #BlueAndSorrowTimes #ShipsAsailNOW

😊

ZEBRA SIGHTS OUTSIDE MY CAVE’S GLASS WALL

Further on down the road, you will run into a brick wall, you hacked the bricks’ helm

From the extruder machine & out to a conveyor belt to the hacker’s stack & kiln row

To bake & break Plato or pull out to freeze as solid as Pluto’s vacancy from the realm

It’s no reason to live to die, think about who you are, thoughts? None. I thought so.

Miserable & fully committed to the whole shebang, woke & awake for four slow riders

Been hungry for food but have no money to trade for grunts, gotta steal three squares

Pistol-whipped and gunned-down in the Christmas grave, uncovered & reloaded uplink

Amused and repulsed by the identical Cause, the first one, invisible or dead & way gone.

Sunlight hurt my bad eyes worse than Peace of mind that keeps comin’-goin’ like a gypsy

On the top of the tidal waves and the surf into the dead beaches, evolve continental Navy

Sailing upon the bounty, of men & gods who fell into the drink, Jones’ locker is locked fans

Nobody can get in and nobody gets out, there’s no key for the skeletons or all too humans.

Marie would always be the first and last one to love me or you, or was it Maria, hey love It

Could have been the savior’s mama, the sweetness of Joe’s main squeeze, could be fit byte

No blood drawn from the neck or the thigh bones, just suckin’ the soul’s spirit out the crown

A conception of One, inside a closed, dark womb, creator, savior, dreamer, dead man blown.

I was gone way too far away last night, yesterday is all gone, no comin’ back to me again, son

Presented in a wrapped box with shining, aluminum thin paper, red, purple, blue-green souls

Thinking thoughts to materialize from atoms to forms of animated liquid rock and sweet rolls

One multiplicity of neutrinos disguised USA ghosts of fools’ sins, NOW we’re all dead & gone.

Coming right out of the dirty ground, solar ashes or underwater of the sea monsters of gods

Made us to eat us up in a holocaust or a never-neverland up above the invisible Space bods

Up and down, in and out, come here, take me away, who you talkin’ to? What do I say . . .?

Come over here, take my blues far away, no disguise just let me go, already gone, hey hey!

She took me far away from my first intention to be far away, further than I am now, in ‘I’

Nobody and nothing else in the center of the nucleus, it’s a matter of time to know it, why?

Lonely dreamin’ alone, the only way it can be, accept that it’s all about me, I am not a Rich

Neither a Joe or a Steve, not even a Jimmy-James, canon is fired, ships sailed, son of a biche!

by

rjjstephan, i

c.  Freezember XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini en Mardi @ 711 AMPST

{ Bums and junkies bringin’ back the memories lying next to the RR tracks, settin'

my old soul free from the rigmarole of existence’s anomaly freakin’ the minions out but jammin’ in an infinite loop, jammin’ to #MARIA by @BWStevenson link @ https://youtu.be/JdBvTvxHy7E }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PolarExpresso #24 #7up

alaskan natives' totem poles, my applephone rocked!

{TWO FOOT FROM THE END OF THE WORLD, PACIFIC OCEAN CRUISE}

 ONE BYTE WILL GIT YOU KILLED” – WORMS ARE IN & ANTS OUT

I believe everything I’m told is true by my tribe of thugs, my amigos & amigas

Surging my blood from head to toe, assimilated into the Borg’s punks in charge

Of the mice and men who just want a place to sleep, safe from the boogie men

They roam the hills and plains at night, avenues to the alleys they’re out of Zen.

It ain’t their fault, it’s my fault that you are who you’ve turned out to be, dreamin’

As if there was another way to a state of Truth other than insensitive perception

Fools and the wise men who spoke to them briefly before sending meaner tweets

To everyone I have banned from responding to an offensive WORD & rack o’ teats.

The apes are graphically interfaced with the mirror in front of your own facial bone

Courage in the face of dire straits, certain doom, just a way to delay the one tone

It’s the sound of silence without a drop of a pin or a peep from the bird on a wire

All of you & I are completely in the dark, when sunshine fills the black hole pyre.

How far gone we are, 93 million miles away from the hottest origin on the block

Father sun, holy father is no pope of the heathen nor the dead saint, half a cock

Crowing at the full moon as if it’s the day gone away, leaving a circular boy jerky

Grinches rule, it’s all about takin’ what ain’t ever gonna go totally berserk, I see.

Charged the plastic, burned the paper, the lead, the gold, the diamonds & cool ice

Placebo for your attitude of being an ignorant louse that animates a body that works

Until it doesn’t work and begins to shut down the brain, one organ at a time but why

It’s just because you thought you cared about living forever, loved to live not to die.

Inside of the windows and padlocked safe places where all wise men fear to go, I am

In and out of there, here & now is then & there before it happens or afterwards’ slam

I got the purples & reds that made the orange sunshine just a tiny ultraviolet microdot

Opened the emptiness before & after my conception, a priori to my ma & pa dead rot.

Fears have no sum, it’s an infinite notion while the atoms are excited, splitting, bifusing

Monkeys and the other apes conditioned to the herd of stupidity in a sea of unknowing

Orphans have no excuse, it’s no big deal man, open up eyes blinded by light, just a fight

Ended win, battle is over, death’s edification all in my own mind, look back, Time’s tight!

24/7 nobody alive is in heaven or hell, you & I are on the plane of being a byte of the sun

Just like a speck of dust seen from the surface of the Earth’s moon, y’all are insignificance

All you are and all you’ll ever be, all anyone and everyone ever was when alive or dead, son

Plasma stops & Time stopped, Brain & Mind stopped, Gods stopped, resist we much, Ants!

Afterward there’s an aftereffect that causes afterbirth in the afterlife, it’s Ten years after

Common ground that you’ve stood on since your own birth date on borrowed time, axe her

Or just axe yourself when you get a moment, you will remain ignorant until your immersion

In the bottom of the pit without a pendulum, it’s what used to be when fear of death was In.

You see what you see and before you are silenced by the Ends comin’ sooner or later on

All of the sentences and paragraphs and chapters on every single page are boredom’s fun

Wally will clobber the Beaver if he tries to hang out with the big, bad boys of the malt shop

Misery loves company, badgered boys & girls, badger every soul they eat before they stop.

Bytes filling the empty holes of blind faith dogma, all the gods needed for The End to begin

Original sinning meaning absolutely Nothing at all, a just cause of all effects, All The Way in

Revelation of the flirters’ paces that annihilated the chasm between me & your hot grammas

For us all in the middle of the highway, surviving the immigration, thanks to my cool grampas.

I’ve got some old news for you that you will forget once you hear all about it, kissame Holly

On the corner, sellin’ tattle tales of the reporters and photographers who work for the ads

A farce is funny if you understand the points of the square triangles, they are all the Bads

Uglies and those leftover Goods are on the stage for all the acts, they encore upon finale.

Failure to launch your modified behavior upon the civilization, you’re locked, loaded wires

Violated the law or at least accused of and proven guilty in a court of law, all peers of liars

Sentenced to your bottom line, under the radar screen, an occult magic spell, guns fired

Both the Colt .45’s flew out of the holsters before we blew to heaven, in Tesla’s hot cars.

Flowers found growing from dirty ground up as high as gravity-mass will allow taxing THC

Mary the lady who intrudes into the conscious mind inside of the smoke of kaleidoscopes

Funk #49 of Maxine and Homer, all knowing eyes wide open to see it my way, I know, see?

Breathe in, breathe out, it’s what keeps the Thing itself open, hold breath & killer dopes.

Pool of acid, evolves into this here & that there, pops got it right, intuitive psychic ego

Monkey or a naked ape walkin’ on two limbs, balancing on two-legged bone marrow

Counting on the blood running until the final move of the water, flowing downhill fast

Into the sea of unknown matter and animated forms, fine dream lover burnt my gas.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Freezember XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Lundi @ 333 PMPST

{ Back to jail, without bail, drafted while listenin’ to #FlyOnTheWall by @ACDC link @ https://youtu.be/4b9VetnUBBk }

F I N I S!

W.W.A.R.D.?