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HOOKED UP BACKWARDS, WONDERING RIGHT TO LEFT CODEX

Trophy catch from the first to the finale of acts whether awakened or just as woke as can be

The play goes up and down, in and out like dead cows and fish, even the cultured milk, spicy

Pepper black & red, garlic salt & secret sauce of a King of Burgers’ & Queen of Dairies’ graves

I will eat that HOHO with or with or without you, if you want a bite, speak up like the braves.

All of the holy seeds of destruction are deep inside of the holes in the ground, doubt a truth

False as the fake news you broadcast while in creative control, it’s repeating forsoothe ooze

Compelling historical repetition of the past coming about into our presence, accounted for

Sordid sortie a lynch mob’s proxy ends the whole shebang in a chemical spill’s neck noose.

Idiotic morons both in charge and following the regulated wills to power, all are for the One

Free will, bold-faced lying as I got stoned, blind faith’s unseen concepts, God can’t be all I be

Yet if this Is all there is, you best hurry and get your personal affairs in order, you follow me?

This is your last reminder, displayed holograph & singular hole’s holy blackness, son oh son.

Randy the Wilson and Greg the Giles followed the timeline to the end, the finish of the skull

Preyed upon, terminated either by damnation or excommunication by the papa of Italian bull

Running for the politician who will never be able to persuade the many that the Good is Evil

Loser will lose, apes all naked underneath the slacks and skirts, hermaphroditic con job, so ill.

Bon is good and the thing we know as the thing we all need for the bottom’s line, end of scat

All sugar and cookies, whipped cream on top of the rocky road’s mellow marsh, nuts & that

Harps playing for you and me, as if we have no choice but to leave the host, the matrix tricks

We have no choice other than staying awake, seeing things while #Woke or hear no hot licks.

Reminder, recollect the forgotten memory that cannot be recalled, probably the impossible

Whether reality, daydream, illusion or nightmare, matter or energy, It’s lightspeed’s decibel

I remember backward from perfect woman to the girls mal trained by cops and blue collars

I didn’t kill myself or anybody else, but I ate all the dead meat baked or fried, God’s cannibal.

Probably isn’t possible to comprehend the nature of the divine or the created ilk as we all are

Here and now is the proof in the pudding, tasted soft and cold, swallowed a hole in one’s par

Drove the 180 yards over the trees and traps, past the rough onto the chartreuse green skin

Stopped a millimeter short of an 18th hole, speck of dust halted it, wobbled pebble beach sin.

Jack went back to do it again, tried to get my time stoned away from the powers that be all US

Liberty and indentured servitude are not choices, they’re the luck of the draw, a die overthrown

Snake eyes or pairs of twos to your sixes, all are for the One and the One is for them, gone down

Evacuate Who’s waste, eliminate it, recycle it back into the Earth’s leftover star dirt, a magic bus.

Harm between the conscripted followers of leaders who really believe extinction is preferred to be

Rather than following the rules and laws of the landowners of foreign powers, religion and policy

Rules to keep the status quo from mutating into the extinction of the species, it’s all going to Hades

In a handbasket or behind scenes like magic sleight of hand, conflicted WW3, say bye-bye, fades…

Law abide or broke, in the end it doesn’t really matter, to wit, implode or explode in a black hole

Turn into a Singularity you cannot see until you merge with its sound, it’s hummin’ along, let’s roll

Time of the day you’re rootin’ in the mud, blood and the beer like a larger-than-life pig, hog, swine

You’re the herder of the stye’s content, the caged elephants know why the monkeys keep the shine.

Got bawls as the gang used to say, I was not inside of the lineup, I’m a windstorm with big thunder

Lightening like I stuck goddess’ fingers into the electric sockets in my four walls, queen of blunder

Some girls are your friends and some want to treat you like a black widow spider, get my drift, sir?

Oh man! Come on man, you’re in the infinite menudo, you fell, your fault, the Line’s a high blur.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, II-XXIV-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Drafted during the daily drama, my diary of mankind, while jammin’ to @Xtina link @ https://youtu.be/elOCH3vcZFM}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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}

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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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?