#ShootMeStraight #BalloonoTheBalloon #BlowYouDown #BlownJobs

HILLARIOUSLY COMIN’ WHEN I GET ABOVE THE LOW DOWN

Apes to mock the morons and idiots who live outside of the caged elephants

Psychic psychos taught by C-minus students in public and private tutor synch

With the ways and means of the civilized who work the objects & subjects we see

In front of your blinded eyes, ultraviolet and infrared light made phenomena free.

Gods either made this place in Time a leftover of their handywork or it’s accidental

Not without a conclusion for the deductions and inductions, deaf and blind AI hell

Artificial is as it’s always been, created to be equal, just short of identity of a ball

It rolls around inside of your head, aliens are attacking with UFO balloons’ fall.

Trolls gathering in the petri dish at the lab, millions, no billions of the #SoMany

Infinite amount of self-replicating stooges made in the image of cavemen & saints

All in the middle of nowhere with nothing but blind faith to shed light on the dead

All of them already gone to nowhere in sight, out outta sight & mind, out my head.

Perfect zero between minus One & plus One, where it all appeared out of nowhere

Belief and knowledge encompass the wisdom of the essence’s pure hiss of dead air

Funk University was my first degree, the philosophy of yo’ aunts and uncles, point?

No point, it’s pointless to make a point, pointing out the sharp tip’s angle, a joint.

Horrible yet foolish as the cartoons of imaginary animals and their fake nine lives

Shovin’ and shovelin’ the P Street shuffle all over the Monopoly board, sorry kids

It ain’t my fault, you ought to realize that, I’m just a cog in the gear box, chain link

I won’t be alive more than a hunred years more, if still alive, could be worse, think!

Heads die, feet quit running, walking & jumping, handouts dry up, nothing comes

As above like your mother used to do, suckle & assist you with the evolutionary art

Foaming at the mouth, seafoam on the beach, I like the foam, come over red rover

When it’s gone, the air is gone, no bubbles without air, it’s flatlined, man, It’s over!

Disturbance in the peace of mind, need the cover dissolution to blow up balloons

Silly geese all doin’ their goose step until they stop, give it a go to the fixed goons

A Singularity without matter and anti-matter appears to be divine, immortal ball

High or low, use the #Hedge, eyes close, breath stops, rigor mortis One & for All.

Ate wrong food, drank the right wine and spirits, gave Earth all I had right back

Into the mix I didn’t know to the mix I created from recycled tires’s sugar shack

No hurry yet you don’t have forever, that’s very disturbing since I might die tonight

Tomorrow but not yesterday, Time moves ahead, forward young DNA’s mega-byte.

Gone fishin’ until the hub-bub is finished, pretzels and the binge of beer & wine

Everything’s just beautiful, always was & will be, it’s an aberration that’s all mine

Frontal nakedness, rear nudity when you die, clothes on a dead body, all bull scat

You won’t need clothes, brutal hell in paradise’s dead 208 bones, buried a hatchet.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XIIIth, MMXXIII @ 1111 AMPST

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COOL CAT?  SUPERBOWL #LVII TIME!

Completely out of our team’s control, when to take a walk and what to mark as Space
Came in second but still a second motion to none but the One’s seminal hole of grace
Tequila helps nothing but the ability to retool the fool who runs the psyche, free Will
No friend of any dogs of war nor the canine who could be mine, your love of god hell.

Got over that episode of beauty & the beasts who eat the living when their dead Blues
Highlights at six or ten o’clock to make the black & white sox rock hills’ purple hues
Modified RNA by the aliens we’ll never know, the invisible ones that drafted The Word
As above, so below the flesh of the angels feathered the nests of eagles, flight of a bird.

Monkey miracles swung from the tree vines to keep above the sharper teeth of cool cats
Uncles & grandmamas refused to perish, survived to copy the code left over by the Aliens
AL some called him or sometimes #AI, the program for DNA replication #ala CoVid bats
Out of the hellish-type caves underground where the sea used to be before the H2O Sins.

Of Eve and Adam or whichever grunt applies to the Alpha genome, the eagle flies home
At the End of the story, last gasp for the things that will only become what used to be
Forgot about the whole shebang of constant light-noise, charade of top 100 Hit Parade
Y’all woke up in Timbuktu, fell outta bed, hit your head, my nest’s gone, All's dead, fade.

Perfectly at one with the Oneness of the solar system’s part of the whole shebang
Common ground or the complex abstraction of thoughts & recollection poontang
Sorry, but it rhymed and it was disrespectful and I apologize, please accept my cover
Up and up above the fray where you really can’t survive, just go & see to get it over.

Life was always too short for any form that was conceived and hatched from an egg
Virus, bacteria to all of us, you, me and all of the grateful dead and all of the yet to Be
Mothers and fathers of the final end, the super Nova comin’ later or sooner, I love Sin
It may be happening as we think and speak, taking it’s own sweet Time in black satin.

You changed again, you used to be the way I liked you, now I don’t like you, must be you
It isn’t all me certainly who sees the world like you never did, my everything angels flew
Aircraft of your backbone, yours on top of my own, made the memory to be my last detail
That’s Life your heart won’t know, lives begun Doomsday mama said, ‘ShytSonny! Sail!’

This ends well because it is a part of the whole shebang, it’s all academic to the student
Of the mice and men you & I have known through merging with the power of a Trident
Of Earth, of Wind and Fire to be or not to be the form of the elements animated by a ‘G’
Might be One or the Many, ticklin’ the 88’s, Nothing's fair, stars, Void, this completes Me.

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rjj stephan, i
c. Superbowl @LVII Sunday, 2-12-23 @ 555 AMPST
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FreaksComeOutAtNight #StopLookListen #MARK #FIRED #YeahYou @Springsteen @Church @DefineYourOwnMomento

JUST JUMP RIGHT IN BECAUSE IT FEELS RIGHT FOR uno MOMENTo

As above it is, so below it must be, leave a couple words out of it
An old saying of men and women who used to know then died in a spit
A frying place where my bones are buried underground, 70 years over
Remained upright for most of the movie that I saw, my eyes only too.

Horrible that the reason is logical, a repeatable induced deduction SIM
Simulated chips in a bag with a couple beers lasted a couple of years
High mountain didn’t look high, down on my knees, which way's up
From underground in caves of the mountains & caverns of the tombs.

One day it'll all come back to you so keep giving until it’s all Givens
Not a David or a Deborah or a Dick or a Jane, all the above are neither
Swam in lava Earth volcano, melted rock from an asteroid plasma Stir
Now you seek peace & quiet, in a violent scat storm’s Za-Zen-Sin sins.

Are you out of your tiny mind, fundamentals of your calculus are all
Of this and of that and every other thing we have names for, in the ball
Bouncing upon the ground or against the wall, play catch, squeeze it
Monkey hard or soft, if it’s nearly round as an imaginary sun-moon hit.

Dreamt it was all true but it faded away from the canvas’ paint oil
Smoothly glossed over to do it all over again, nothing else to do it
You’re the only one dancin’, it’s up to you, all about you in Rome
No partner to nail together 2 X 4’s that built your house & home.

Played in the water and the mud and the blood, it was very nice
I got out alive but I’ve got some memories and scars of the price
Hell is in the know & if you think I’m kiddin’, I’ll bet you a sawbuck
I know how to lie but I never do, if I did you’d never know it, awphq!

Got twenty acres and a little donkey, older than the forty years to get
Dead & buried with donkey bones of the early mules, donkey desert
What does that mean? It’s a stream of screwed-loose consciousness
To get bent you need to put hot feelings into an instrument of express.

Pride in your words, yo' feelings about what you believe’s ethical scat
Right and wrong of the good, the bad & so fugly is the gist of this chit
All about this in a mud zone, dirty & wet & comin’ outta Compton air
SoCal cream of the dream, so fine chloroform green of the North Hills.

I got a just cause, I’ve got the dill pickles for the ham sandwich pizza
What it was & always will be is what it is right now, I’m not your dada
Sincere apologies for the bitter ends of the stick, it was all a God left
Behind me, I refused flow of fission-fusion rods, too hot to downshift.

Tidal wave from the calm ocean that suddenly disappears in the hills
It’s time to run like a bat out of hellfire’s bale of hundred dollar bills
Getaway is what it takes but there’s nowhere but commingling I offend
Pitch black down there where Titans go yet some don’t, It Is The End. 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, 2-11-2022 Anno Domini @ 0911 AMPST

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