@Springsteen #Bruce Eyes Dont Git It... Is That Right? SWEET! #SetMySoulFree like #AShipSailinOnTheSea #AllThatHeavenWillAllow #JerseyShoreShacklesLove @BrooksAndDunne @SteveWinwood

APES IN A HUNDRED YEARS, EXTINCTION POSTED ON LINE, HERE, NOW

Copied your mommy’s and daddy’s infidel ways and means of getting along just to blow your mind

Y’all always knew it was something out of a monster movie or a thriller novella I wrote of a 3rd kind

Expecting nothing and seeing everything in one fell swoop, all of it is an empty kitty, a caboodle digs

Top shelf soil and the seeds that grow the flowers into the shreds of the gods’ leftover holy high rigs.

Saints & the sinners got this all wrong, ignoramus types who prey on those who love the human folly

Of men & mice who progressed from the evolution of the revolution, gone way gone, WTF G-Willy

You knew how it was, how it is, what you’ve got left over is more than you deserve, rich girl’s old man

How many times can women or men have a child & not know it’s for the good of extinction’s holy sin?

When life & death are too much and you lose every finger’s Midas touch, the path will lead on to Ends

It has nothing to do with you or your kin, it’s all about the me, the ego of the thing itself, no offense

Just because you think you’re so pretty, doesn’t mean you ain’t just mortal food for the fox & goose

They take what they can render into a scatological function, literally & figuratively as a mind offends.

Business after retirement is a waiting game to see who gets away with the name of the oldest human

Woman, probably if the breed of human can manage the form of Truth, delete a wiseass man’s world

Not that THIS is but it was evolved in darkness without the bright & hot light of the One Sun, old Son

Among the dead and buried, we salute the heroes and cowards that created Life’s only 3rd Stone.

Banquets for the rewards and punishments given to the batboys & catchers in the jewfish rye of gods

So old we can’t even read the language’s words any longer, it’s gibberish for the crypts of ol’ bloods

In a war of gangs of leaders following the moronic idiots or idiotic morons, it doesn’t matter a bit

I got some bad business to do, I get the fixes in early, better bang for the buck, you roll with it.

Monks and the monkeys, all apes outside the jungles and inside the coffin’ rich ground of being

Where all of the phased out and dysfunctional modes are deleted without prejudice of all-seeing

Not a god who forgot about the whole shebang, that this is a dream to awaken from, oh, the tin foil

One notion without a potion to enhance the menudo of word salad immersed in the vinegar & oil.

Sworn the holy oaths I cannot forget even if I tried, only death brings the forgotten to a Void

Inner place outside of the rest of all that there, it’s a holy of holies, only the Simpsons to avoid

You’ll get there like it or not, hearing the music playing your favorite song, dead head & bread

Paradise where heaven follows the hell that broke loose from the silent & empty, I’m The Dead!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 888 AMmst

{ Started to lose my touch, I found it under my thumb, so I bled this out the empty, kitten kaboodle, it’s all in there with me jammin’ to @Springsteen, @Mellencamp & @Steve_Winwood #RollWithIt @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI & @BrooksAndDune #MyMaria link @ https://youtu.be/Lnq9jaAsReA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoneForGold #LeadUpsideDownElectronsNeutronsProtons #SunBlack #LeadTransmutationGoldenDawn @Kenny_Loggins @Daryl_Hall @DarylsHouse #MakeMyDreamsComeTrue @Madonna @Springsteen @TaylorHawkins

GOT HER BACK, NO SHEER SHAME

Becoming large-fat and familiar with the sugar that steals your will power to full power

Kickin’ ‘round the Truth #dowslow descending to the uttermost echelon of top shelf flower

Inside of the psycho-coitus’ incentive, there’s a thrust for the species survival, age no matter

It’s all about the energy that counts, raising the energy bags we call all too human shatter.

We’ll cry and we’ll laugh at the Times in Space when we think it all through, what we do

Cancel the humble pie, I ain’t the One baby, put me in a jacket because I know the fake #foo

Mama tol’ me not to come but I was disappointed with the nature of the young beasty boy

I came out cryin’ like hell was my friend & I had to go & breathe the air of Earth’s killer toy.

Better off than most of my kin and friends, not to mention the others, the haters and critters

Ones we run with like the devil and others we avoid as the plague or the latrine hot sewers

Monkeys live and die, all apes do, hairless ones too, 208 bones from the DNA into the boxes

Ash to dusty ends of the star dying, slowly but surely in a billion years of Earth spins’ ecliptics.

Music a bit more than you thought, to get the words’ meaning across to the deaf and dumb

Like me, it takes one to know one, I’m dead in the water deaf as a doornail & an idiot’s chum

I know nothing, thought I did but I was wrong, I cry, try not to lie unless it’s life or death’s call

I gotta eat plants that used to be alive & thrive on the sunlight I pretend that I don’t need it all.

I ain’t ashamed of askin’ for a #SitDown with a creator of God’s Heaven & this planet of dirt/earth

Is this all that’s left of being a star in the middle of the absolutely nothing but dead air? God’s It

Nothing straight up, makin’ out with the girls if yo’ testes helped survival of species, gayer extinct

As it’s above this dirt & rock, so it is below down to the core of spiritual souls’ empty, holy joint.

My father was in chagrin mode as he discovered my university choice of degreed philosopher

Without my genetic matter there is no me and I would have no you to ever have to discover

One is all there is but it’s everything in the thing category and the nothing form of All there is

Speaking in tongues to the foreigners, so they think the tower of Babel is clearly all that jazz.

Humanity and divinity merge into the whining you’ve heard since you were two or t’ree

Monks and monkeys have the hoods to become closer to the Divine, freedom ain’t free

Payment in full is required by your soul, your conscious spirit, if not mortal, on a tablet

Commandments to violate and be punished for disobedience, our Fate is a bloody debt.

Perfectly cut up with a knife slippage, found the killer, confessed to the weapon disposed

In the bottom of Lake Tahoe, on to your home of your daddy in the Poconos’ all but hosed

Idiotic morons mate, we ain’t in that subgroup, friendly fans are, they are what has been

It’s a teenage thrust to mate regardless of your intellectual capacity to care for all your kin.

Dead end street, you roll up in your @RollsRoyce sled, you were once last one on the block

Chicago & Laramie to the east at The Lake’s Oak Street Beach onto the Air Force flight cock

Driven deep into the holes they gave me, kids were made without dads knowing, fatherless

Mothers were the interlocutors & hid the facts as they were, as they will always be, arrest!

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r j j stephan, i

c. 1-7-2023 Anno Domini, Samedi @ 0711 AMPST

{ Threaded #TheMatrix this AM while jammin’ #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue to @HallAndOates

@https://youtu.be/EErSKhC0CZs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Five on the Fifth of the ONE Janvier '23 #SStraightOuttaCompton #XXXrated #DontListenGetAClue #NWA @NWA @LindaMoultonHowe #GovernmentMule

COMING RIGHT OUTTA COMPTON’S CHLOROPHYL CONCOCTION

Above the glow of your hot blood in your bleeding heart, there’s room for deeper function

To be or not to be isn’t the only question for the Bacon nor the Bard, there’s one more skin

It’s very thin to cover up the blood and bones, flexible as the plastic and stiff as what’s hard

Usually too far gone to do anything but shatter into shards, once or twice, there’s a bell jar.

What you do when you fall down to the ground to get out of the rain, that’s up to you all

No more, no mas, it’s the ending of the story’s original line of fire, here & now, a last call

To the kids of the motherless children, orphans of gods on Earth, failed comingled spunk

Can’t drive in the parking lot, it’s full of the grub grabbers, dead cows formed, flat funk!

Mixed, menudo is all the same, every little thing in a big ball of anti-matter fuss & funk

As above, the black and empty is everywhere we go, grim inside of empty skulls T-bone

Society folks reek like they do, no secret scent of the flowers and the whiff of the skunk

On a trip without a ship, car, bike or board to move faster than my feet, carry me home.

Equation is an inequality and a fraction of the One, many times one is still the identity

Not two or tree like my daddy told me, it’s just me & you, a number one numeric duo

Fear spelled backward is all you need to slam the meanings, it’s all about RAEF-beats

Reefers on board, just surfin’ reefs, smokin’ BBQ’s dead fish, meat-life’s hooved-feet.

We’re the game of the hunter we don’t know, a specter of imaginary, empty, too high breeze

All along the Renton watchtower where Jimi feared to go, there were signaling dogwood trees

Thoughts of a thinker come into one’s mind and flitter away in a New York minute of soil sex

Rather be in peril’s double jeopardy than behind bars, in gaol or prison camp behind a crux.

Peter, Paul, Mary & the brood of non-sequitur arguments pro & con, all too human probed, dead

Not even meat to eat, funny how that goes, plant of the ants, all recycled mushy mish-mash bread

Made in an oven or just in a factory of creation from raw material to useful form of Life’s band-aid

Covering up open gashes and sore cuts and bruises, so the healing can resume the holy crusade.

Lookin’ for love and peace, hippy or beatnicky from way back in the olden days, came & long gone

Nowhere in this material world, barely in the immaterial recollections of the deception of i-Phone

As if you have the world in your pocket, in your hands if the charge is full function, yet you do not

Nothing can be the atomic fission and fusion while maintaining all too human shapes of divine Rot.

On rivers, oceans, beaches & snow-bound, frozen tundra, as if bad, mean guys kick a foot ball over

Goal posts and helmet heads of the symbolic angels of the Down, a touch and a throwdown a lover

Makes seven senses tingle even if there are yet, five or six, one extra above the fray, in a paper bag

Being nothing, knowing nothing is an omniscient being without dimensional form, essentially a hag.

From ma & pa, don’t know where they went afterlife but there under the rocks & soil, casket dirty

Undug from the moment of the Big Bang, now deeper than the unfathomable, fashion of the chitty

Banged the jams out of the symbolic cymbals and blew wind from the holy pipes, twisted & straight

It is done, a whirlwind of seams bursting, letting it all hang out, hip-hair hung down, God dang Fate!

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Slamuary Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 666 AMPST

“On the corners with the orphans and firebirds who get called when the going’s way too tough;

Ridin’ dirty surf until the curls wane into air- bubble foam, full moon to a neon One, 51 card deck”      - - - - - - - - -anonymous