#SolidWater #GasIce #Roadrunner @Santana #TheSensitiveKind #OMG

JUMP RIGHT IN WITH YOUR BRASS SHOEHORNS

Drumskin rhythm and beats down with it and it’s high time you left or else you’d just up and die
I mean, like it’s all been to die for, from birth to death, it’s all the rich, native PanAmerican Pie
Bing cherry or apple, peach or lemon méringue all for me and I will also get the holy blueberry
Sooner than later, maybe today, tomorrow or any moment, it’s high time right then, it’s Cherry.

As I trembled to death, I was cold but it was Fear that kept me alive, frozen tundra snakebit me
In my joints and organs from nerves in my toes and fingers to the mind inside my brain, set free
From gravity and the forces that be invisible as well as the self-conscious infant turned into God
Son or daughter of every single one of the descendants of Adam’s Eve on a pope’s lightening rod.

An anomoly of fading to black as consciousness flees the cause of our animation of blood & bones
Something in H2O and dead plants and animals, starving for attention and for the Dead Sea’s moans
Harmony of the shadows and small statures of the hillarious minions’ short & sweet shit for a brain
Misunderstood it, incomprehensible I thought I’d mastered the slave cylinders yet I did not hurt pain.

I saw my kin and friends lettin’ in the corpus dillecti while they were just alive yesterday, last week
Now it’s today and on to the future hustles of this dream medley, heart is throbbing for Truth I seek
It’s right there in front of me I’m sure, it’s hard to see but it’s hard to take The Struggle solo hustling
Meaning that you’ve got nothing other than tricks up your sleeve & a sleight of hand, cowboy thing.

Half past every hour, an accident occurs and changes the course of random causes of a finale climax
Knowledge and understanding of the wisdom only the gods know, only God allows, hollywood wax
On the holy walk of fame, there’s a star with a name, no face or spirit, just marble to outlast the kin
Fathers mothers, sons of the lovers, whomever they may have been, come over for the tin, I’m Sin.

Baby girl are you in or out, that’s always the last straw, the end or beginning of the trust
Of this man with a handful of stone charm for those who don’t see it comin’ outta dust
Faithful and grateful for every single moment I’m graced to be in your presence Id darlin’
Mega Eternity of an entity is beyond my timeline’s insight, horse in the race’s original sin.

You should have been aware that all Time is Money, without Money you get a Time Out
Souls of full fat and bones never hard to take if the mule kicks you up the side of the head
Of course, beggars, fools, thieves will get over when it’s all said & done, we hope, that said
Shots, swigs & back in the purple & gold pouch, shakin’ money-maker for Jesus, lord shout!

What’s crackin’? Same old, same old, yeah you know, it’s like this & it’s like that, y’all know
Perfect as random chaos can make itself appear to be, you here, I’m here & It Is All On Now
We all got it all, they got it all, reason for the whole thing is a state of mind, lose your mind
Nothing in return for the trade, the brain was trippin’ on the only things that matter in time.

Reality of the boys and girls on seven continents is you live and you die, mow Murphy’s lawn
Acceleration & deceleration of atomic matter and dark matter in sub-atomic form, news’ fake
What is the fossil and why is it we don’t recognize our own pre-fossil status on Earth’s moan
As long as it’s not a groan or a trick photographic anomaly, everything is beautiful, it’s cake.

Kick your electrons up a notch, neutralize your protons and annihilate your billions of neutrons
Density supernova terawatts all inside of the empty Space of the Void, including the High Zero
Monsters out of the co-idiot box into the infant minds of children motivate the old superhero
Superman or another hominid cartoon form of Good & Evil is all there is, blind faith my godsons.

Gibberish from induction to deduction, ride the speeding horse or stay still & remain silent a bit
Making the aftereffect of the cause of the annihilation be understanding of an impossible, last hit
Worms in Outerspace about us are the ignition of the dissolution & regeneration of perturbation
Word’s named sound of a terminator is just this, OOOO & MMMM vibrato orgasm, all too human.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, II-XXV-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{Drafted while jammin’ to @Cameo #WORDup link @ https://youtu.be/b8pc8Rrfy5o Yo’ know the reason why, actin’ like a fool… #NoRomanceFoMe? #WORD} 

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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.

by

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}

F I N I S

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!

by

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.?