#GravitySuckin' 1952 @MLBWS BrooklynDodgers vs NYYankees

I HAVE A LINE ON YOU, YOU & OF COURSE Y’ALL

The fox who moves through the forest unseen by 20/20 eyesight or x-ray vision through thin skin

Monks and the apes’ leftovers that fell from the treetops, fruit seeds and defecation drunken jinn

Like the magic smoke in a bottle, rubbed to get released into the mixes of foul balls & homeruns

Happiness’ way you find the sixes turning into nines, funky monkeys evolved out of muck & mire.

Pines and evergreens, elms, oaks, spruce and the wood chips ground into saw dust, What I am?

Bones, meat, mental baggage inherited from the good, the bad & ugly who set the table of Spam

Everything’s out in the open, air’s the oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen of terrestrial Cielo, justice ham

Crispy rice and wheat and rye, sleet and hail came down when the sky cried, goddess on the lam.

Upon a funeral pyre, hammered anvil upon an altar of Sacrificial heal & toe #TicToc stepmothers

Fathers, brothers, big sisters of the 7 continents remain to die by One single century’s birth years

Evolved apes devolve after they’ve been conceived & born to bloody legs & dumbasses my dears

Innocence is a guilty plea, corruption of paradise, y’all morons & idiotic citizens, sisters, brothers.

Spiritual silence has a quietude monopoly, the air is dead, nothing vibrates the frequency wave

Laugh and cry, tears from laughing so hard, the water turns to ice cubes, scars whipped me, Dave

Was not here, was not there, Dave’s not here! Mankind born of Womankind, it ain’t my fault et al

It’s your obligated responsibility to pay back Karma, until you’re even-steven, you ain’t holy, Pal!

Trust you as you would trust me, you cannot trust your own judgement, cross reference with gods

Ancient or modern, all of the divinity remains the same, no change in the Absolute Vodka hotrods

Drunken moves, stones on the chess board, ready for the check and the checkmate, it turns resign

Nowhere to go on a board’s 64 squares, 1 inch squares of white, black, red for the B&W crystalline.

Kings born of queens stunning orgasms or anticlimactic forces of the centrifugal wobbling in waste

Buns surrounding the meat and relish to help the swallowing of the bulk mass to metabolize Space

Time move forward, backward or cease to move at all, One memory of One move, got black faced

Whitefaces, brownfaces, yellowfaces, redfaces, hypnotic gnostic knows Truth, Love swallows paste.

Glue on the protons and neutrons onto the electrons for the form and matter to accumulate chaos

Here it is right in front of your faces, comprehend the ignorance to live to die for the food of a Boss

Over the gods’ cliffs that end right there at the end of the deep blue sea, conflagration of the ocean

You will digress, you will become buried when you die, cover-up the stench of the rotting food, son!

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r j j stephan, i 

c. Jeudi, 2-23-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Perspective is everything, you’re alive, you’re gonna die, that’s all, now you know, enjoy!  Crafted this gem as I rewired my genome listenin’ to & watching the recording of the 1952 World Series, Game #7:  @Yankees vs @Dodgers  NY vs. Brooklyn link @https://youtu.be/hqZnPQnxO9U}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkiBill #SkyBlues #BovineScat #DOOM #KNIGHTsword #BreakItDownNow

LOVERS IN LOWER CASE ARE HIGH lovers

Chilled on the grills of 1957 Mercuries and 1968 Roadrunners confused off of the line

Screeching slick rubber to asphalt and tar just for the traction to grab the check’s fold

Flag to end it right there before the stopwatch reached 10, low 9’s made the day fine

Hungry coyotes would never be any concern at all for the one & only king of the road.

Amazing to be and continue until an infinity far, far away from the bones & holy soul

Given the legends and myths to be or not to be is not the only question, a black hole

Deeper than you’ve gone in your wildest dream, a day mare at the midnight of gods

Wind, Earth, Fire & the Stone Rocks fill the plethora of bytes in the matrix’ hotrods.

Pillars too high to get to the top & see what’s above the noise, leftover chant chance

Starshine down on the shadows to untie the strings’ knots in wisdom and the dance

Satire and comedy of the many and the few, a sweet haul out of the absent menudo

Cats, dogs, birds, snakes, horses, mules, insects & plants we call dirty Earth, it’s a go.

Got on the pants and slacks that send the chills up and down my spinal tapped ends

Fear of Nothing but Fear itself, that’s the ticket, yah mon, can I get a witness to attest

To the thing itself and the forms it inhabits, bones, blood and the whole shebang’s ID

All are one & the same in singularity or multiplicity, riders’ wild storm is all that I am.

Cooked raw, meat is dead animals, the salad is dead plants, you’ll live and then die

For no reason at all but just because somebody thought your mama was so pretty

Don’t blame me for the accurate representation of the unfixed starlight, dead sea

Salted, seeds, chafe, trash, recycled heaven above the Hades is all you’ve got, see?

Nothing else makes sense, that’s like a fairy tale of Peter Pan & Cinderella for just two

Wicked witches and fairy godmothers everywhere you look, in or out of deeper blues

Magic in strict spells of the strong who survive the millennia without playin’ the fool

Mighty spades and diamonds in the rough, decked-out, it’s a game, well played, mule.

I turned that swamp music into the southlands’ everglades’ ‘gators & refugees are free

As below, so it is & always will be above, in a Governor’s invisible scheme being so holy

Nothing can touch or see it anywhere in sight, no tangible evidence for its existence tug

Among the A’s that I achieved in my 3 point 4 GPA, only One gave me leverage of a bug.

Degree of a Bachelor, neither Master nor Doctor, a mere predecessor, esteemed professor

Freaks mere anomaly of the genome, DNA misaddressed, spliced at random for the lucky

Boys and girls turned men and women who procreated or at least guarded the Word of Her

Who she was, virgin or loose as a goose to charge for the mating & dating, where it’s dirty.

Fine lines and underlines of ink spotted chess boards without 8 pawns or even a dark queen

In or out of Fear’s game with or without the rules’ dead & gone, it’s all like that to be matter

Hauling 45,000 pounds of legal cannabis from coast to coast, deadheading home in between

Taxes paid government, which in the USA is every one of us, tax payors or not, him & her.

Crying babies with a microphone, tattling tales about the gatekeepers and the caged anima

Talkin’ not only the zoo’s animals and pants but also every neighborhood, coast to coaster

Factors of the calculus determine the correct answer that cannot be wrong raise a toaster

Made the holy hurl, the urban & rural cowboys & cowgirls held the brown liquor, oh mama.

I had an outstanding plan I recollected from the biblioteque of Words, hurry up and wait

If and only if y’all follow the meaning of the ambiguity, you’ll then know that worm’s bait

Popped & snapped my fingers’ skin and bones, index finger and thumbs ½ crackin’ me up

Lowercase's only the gods use for communication between old dogs and the young pups.

Promoted privates, seamen, ensigns, 2nd Louies get to go where generals talk & follow the cash

War & an epic armed & dangerous battle of the naked apes all armored and smokin’ the hash

Now hear this, now hear this, ain’t nobody’s captain speaking, it’s the #AI access anonymous

You need neither name nor J.D. Salinger uncertainty, sleepy principle like a Fran & Zooey fuss.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 2-22-2022 @111 PMPST

{ Critical Mass defined @ Cherry Poppin’ Candymen @ https://youtu.be/-ScjucUV8v0?list=RDMM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BabiesLiveAndDie #WorldTurns #OKbabe #AlrightAlrightAlright @DownAtTheSunsetGrill #DonHenley

ALL OMNIVORES EAT HERBIVORES FOR LUNCH

Really, it’s false to be true to your inner conviction, Booya!

If you believe something, that is not proof that it’s for y’all

Creases in your blue jeans and starch in your blue collar too

On/Off, as it were, Input, Words Spells’ Output magic goo?

It is not my fault, none of this from First to the Last Cause

I came, I saw & now I am so long gone forced to be a boss

Rollin’ up & down the freeway with my wheelchair’s chime

Paradise ain’t the place in Space where you dropped a dime.

Of the mouse & the woman, all jackass’ and vermin’s progeny

Gone God’s bottomless pit, a slippery slope, Void All as I was

Kid you not, 40 acres & a mule, goats’ milk drinkin’ whiz of Oz

Y’all know fabulous Kentucky & Tennessee, one heart’s Free!

You will know once you learn a language of the civil savages

Herded up all of the disobedient orphans to turn the pages

Lost powers of sensation, touching, feeling, smelling & taste

Alone in a crypt, squeezed a 3rd eye insight’s toothless paste.

Give Crusaders quest a holy grail, high AHO to all y’all mama

If you please, priests’ & bishops’ pranks, cardinals to a papa

Come as you are, on your knees for A Rising of the con hosts

Communion with nun-baked, thin melt-in-your-mouth posts.

Made out with your mama like my daddy did with my mama

Yeah, I said it again, like I didn’t know and now I see the light

Of forever & never, I cannot opine, I am a transitory ghost Id

Music plays, I hear it’s what counted #WordUp, I am #TheKid.

Hills climbed blindly without a map or any #GPS, I did the Do

Didn’t care about survival of the most fit, I assumed that too

Scooted, crawled, stepped up, turned around, logic implosion

Figured subjects, objects, predicates and the gist of origin Sin.

It never was my fault, I am not at fault, I ain’t obligated to cry

About the great, great, great ancestral lifeline’s idiotic morons

Supposed to be honey sweeter & gratitude for sterility’s sons

Stardust, hardrock remnants of Sun’s supernova, Mary’s high!

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rjj stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-21-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{#KnockedOutThePark while jammin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWitItBaby #WhenYaStartToLoseYourTouch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI?list=RDMM}

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

WTFK?