Great Year 2022 Anno Domini with #TheONE chalked up for the #septuagenarian ages . . . #HardcoreSoftwareMagnetics @Mariah_Carey @Christina_Aguelera @ZZTop

Five’ll Git ya ten, moon

 { no needle & no spoon }

Full of Excretion, wasted good taste & evil eyes of unholy, innocent kissin’ cousins

None of them at fault for their actions, yet they’re all sorry, feelin’ guilt for senses

Inherited from the faux elders they came from both body & psycho-social bones

Most of us get a complement of bad advice from the mean & nasty predecessors.

On a freight train chuggin’ ahead or just climbin’ a high mountain to jump off of too

In a dream or in reality, you & I can both see what happened when you lost the crew

Of men & mice that populated the empty space that told you what you already knew

That you’re a tool, lucky to be for a minute, a century, more or less, A Bubble of blue.

Pickled the existence memory with writing on the cave’s inner walls that nobody sees

Blinded by seeing so many rainbows up in the sky, never could find the pot of gold ore

Amazing though it is, just refraction of sunlight, burning gas effulgence reached in & out

At the end of the road’s path, well-traveled gone downwind & back uphill, like Sisyphus.

Screamin’ of this daydream’s night’s mare is only a figment of a sleeping giant’s reverie, gods

Left this for you & I to recollect the actually emptiness of everything but Life on Earth, hotrods

All ’57 chevies or ’24 Tesla gone country, city, jetsons up above and below the whole shebang

Wavelengths and frequencies of the sights and sounds I recommend, I came, I saw, I got hung.

I didn’t end anyone’s life, I ended everything from quarks to electrons, neutrons, protons & star

This solar system was a whim of the thought I had before my Ma & Pa punched my ticket so far

When & if One is one and the same as the One always was and always will be in retrograde sin

Of fathers, sons and holy ghosts they came from, reason, logic, rational stench of lies & yo’ kin.

Not your fault but it’s your fate, you’ve no free will nor choice in the material world flim flam

Quantum leapin’ now, get ready to unload your guilty insanity for a striking-war of god-elves

Comin’ right out of left-center field, that cow’s hide was flyin’ over the fence for atomic fields

Energy becomes what it’s always been, neither creatable nor destroyable, I think, ergo, I AM.

Creeps you know or will know sooner or later, they run the backstreets and garbage alleys too

Known felons released from the locked up cells of rats who got dirty & hosed off in a cesspool

If not six feet down in a hole, above & below the air’s forces of gravity & power in cosmic soup

As you know, you’ll never forget the Truth, Time temporary, Space infinite, now wake the Fup!

I got some of your ol’ Bakersfield, where all of the gold got melted down into changed bitcoin

Honoring god foremothers’ charming allure, against ALL free wills, bore the all too human, son

Into the ground of being here and now, with or without the blinded faith of the savior genes

DNA & RNA from UFOs of interstellar cosmic debris, Nothing you can do, It Is Already Done!

Grips on the groping and skinless bones preachin’ out from the decrepit apes and their chimps

Runnin’ the dozens or just quippin’ with the brothers and sisters from other mothers, kid pimps

All that smell goin’ in and out of the ‘hood’s bowery and those dark shadows of the ol’ chumps

Not their fault that their related to the lucky to be here, should have been extinct, #2 dumps.

Loose stools and bloody runs of the ecstasy that stinks of taboo perfume, only God can handle

Created for us all to govern our behavior, remaining free & out of gaol, prison or a farmer’s dell

Pork & beans sustain your blood, muscles & brain function, you need the holy water too, Dew

On the way to the end of the line, it’s straight ahead, eyes are open, blinkin’ #182 times, Boo!

by
r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Pricked from & evergreens & pine we chopped down to make the Housing & Urban Development & lust for rich man’s gold, jammin’ to @LynyrdSkynyrd L I V E concert AT the @GreekTheaterLA link @ https://youtu.be/gwkkJEyrNiE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ChristinaAguelera @XTeena #IfTheresHellBelowWereAllGonnaGoGoGo #BleachBytes to less than 5 will get you 10 cents #TheBluestSkiesYouEverSeenAreInSEATTLE #WhosPerryComo? #WhosCurtisMayfield #OVEReposure

BAD AIN’T GOOD, IT’S SQUARE ROOTED VOID #ShootinCraps

I can’t chew this gum anymore; all of the taste is absorbed into the genome of DNAcid of GA

Not that you’d ever think that it’s probably going to happen to you, I’ll remind you of the fact

You & I with the rest of the whole shebang will disappear in random disintegration of my rack

Gods & their mamas don’t GAF about you or the rest of the cavalcade of sport games in play.

Lips smacking as if eating & drinking is the only way to fill the fuel tank with sparks of Life

Eating and drinking to urinate and defecate all of the dreams that came true before The End

All of it in a bushel of underground growth, treetop flyin’ fruit headed up to the clouded sky

Azure and grey-white puffs above and below what I see, taste, touch, smell and feel, so high.

Monkeys champions of the treetop flyers only because they’re all there is, here, everywhere

Punks, junkies & the too human to be a son or daughter of another orphan, all in my long hair

Barriers to The Truth about this scat movin’ to & fro in front of your & my faces, not a ol’ troll

Analyzed the bulls’ scat to check the life I’ve been livin’, high appetite for the love of my doll.

Old fashioned in the New Age, a millennium from now, I’ll forget all about it all, I know that

Other than that one bit of wisdom & knowledge, I got nothin’ more than what’s hangin’ back

On my spine & over my vital organs that keep me up and down as I walk & run underground

Piles of the scat leftover by the recycled men and women, boys and girls God liked to pound.

Fixed in the staring at the vision on the screen, lights out and the images are all too far gone

What I fixed and broke I took with me back to the empty hole, a fool’s errand in a baked bun

Wings flappin’ in flight, bugs, birds and blue angels, thunderbirds, snowbirds, flyin’ in a blink

Apes can see through their fruit, nuts & the dead meat of peers & planted zoo animals’ stank.

Such a farce you believe we gonna live forever when you die on Earth, WTH's wrong people?

It’s right there inside a radical sign, it’s a square root of an unknown dot matrix of soul sheeple

Hung low & deeper than an ocean’s touch of Earth’s hot core, can’t keep it cool, it’s all red hot

Scenes move, lights on & off like a switchin’ Fate date, fiddlin’ grim reaps, wisdom's a gunshot!

A minute in a blink, a second ago, all gone, before I prepared for a dinner meal, dropped dimes

On god heads, my head & everything else on Earth & everywhere else, outer space Rocks rollin’

Drawers emptied the dresser in a junk pile of wood & such, slivers of memoranda, notes to Self

Presence all past the future & turnin’ into a memory forgotten by prayin’ to die, can’t live in half.

My gods never came, never left & never will come while I’m here,  gotta leave to find the Truth

Kickin’ & screamin’ about the chores to get me strong & able to handle One idiotic moron’s tooth

Spooky or not, it’s the fear that kills you, no fear of anything but Empty Void, all straits were dire

Tooth just one of 32t teeth, depending on q holy wisdom chicklet to get you through the Hell-Fire.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Freezember XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

e =mC2  Know It.  Be It.

{ Cracked this out the country this AM while crackin’ on @Alan_Jackson #GreatestHitsCountry link @ https://youtu.be/mRwq8A0PPS4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER, EVER, FOREVER MINE . . #RhapsodyInTheRain #LighteningStrikes

ONLY TROUBLE TO SUCK IN IS, NO GODS DIE, EVER!

Fifteen or even a mere five minutes of fame could delete the entire ensemble of pop tops

On time but still out of Time, when it’s over it is over, there’s only probable cause, I’m out

Nobody knows your window of opportunity but you and your mother, maybe even pops

So that it's nearly non-existent, schemed thoughts are not to think about if it’s all in doubt.

First base or third base are fine if you’re a pitcher who can’t throw a fork ball at a golf tee

It’s nothing personal, it’s just the facts man, nobody gets out of here alive, cover your face

You may not want to see the naked Truth since it’s invisible and at One, same time & place

I know, you know, they know, we all know the Truth about #Brandon, I said, “Let’ Go, B!”

Park your car near Harvard Street by the hotel’s front doors, just walk right in, sit right down

Monkeys and the four-legged, winged and slithering invisible toys to play with a God’s frown

On your mark, ready to move, set to go from gold to the cesspool of refused idiots’ God stone

As if anyone was present at the origin of the system’s heat, a Big Bang on the backbeat bone.

Here’s my unrevised eulogy that nobody on Earth will amend or cancel, poor people sheeple

Traveled like ants on the ground trying to fly like the birds, poor humanity got blind faithful

Disappointment replacing the ecstasy of a moment that came & went without a smoke puff

Imagine an idiot raised by yo’ ma, papa or the nuns’ orphanage they dumped kimono stuff.

Swaddled and throttled before the end of the year, a dimensional shift of third to the fifth

Bored apes on the filthy ground of Earth, lookin’ for safe places to sleep & relieve the Stith

Out of my mind, out of your wheelhouse, under no influence of the good, the bad or ugly

Hair from head to toe, old men roll the rocks uphill as Sisyphus did, an eternity of Rugby.

Not football, not baseball, not basketball, not tennis, ping-pong, golf or nets of the gods

Talk and walk as the dead ones used to, all hip to the way of the mortal animal, hotrods

Mirror of the reflection broken, shattered into shards of smithereens coalescing in ONE

You ain’t the One, I ain’t the One, none of us divine offspring, all of us the slime of sexin’.

Old women knife the old men as they get buried by their widows and their new love thing

Common denominator of One, it’s all generic and totalitarian, utterly gone in a date fling

Baby came and forced Father’s exit, stage right, you can’t apply for bad food on a stamp

Milk, cheese, eggs all on edge of the core, the hub’s nucleus that suffices as a bum camp.

The old pope got ill, deteriorated into the crypt after a deep pit was dug in a farmer dell

Sickened unto death, never to be or not to be a sentenced prisoner of random Space hell

Praying to nobody you can see, mama & pa taught this little baby, grow up to see Liberty

It comes quickly and departs in a puff of dope smoke, hard or soft, dead gods don’t see.

Categorical imperatives of the generation compare the idiots and morons to the fake elite

Just because they came before you and I, a reason of seniority is no reason to bite any chit

Out of a road apple, an orange, a blueberry or cherry bomb, seed-pit, a sweet, smooth toy

Of liquid light, of hard gas and dirty ground of astral patches of something, bein’ a big boy.

Broken down, into the foundation of the Big Banger, out or in of the dead cow, animal style

Beer made by accident, wine made by accident, whiskey made on purpose, all you Zieg Heil

At rest with caged-egg ones leftover since the holocaust of the Binge, I’m guilty of innocence

Gone from dream to The End, seven continents rising above the liquid hydroxide & acid rain.

Came down and gone back up from the only thing you’ll ever know, Jesus & Buddha got One

One foot ahead of the other, moving forward, never backward in retro grade’s loose function

Young or old rascals becoming the cosmic dust of the entity calling the bluff of a God’s dam

Meant to be or not to be, either/or & neither/nor, all of the above in an Eagle’s Fastlane scam.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Freezember XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Uplinked to a cascade of scat below Earth’s core, LIVE @VanillaFudge @ https://youtu.be/y_KEwL34VFc?t=78 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?