#BestOfNothingWorseThanTheWorstEver #NobelPulitzer #BringItBackHome @DarylsHouse @OJays @WalterTrout #CryIfYouWantTo

NOBODY KNOWS WHAT 420 THINKS or HOW HIGH PSYCHOTIC, NEUROTICS FLY?

Black as the tar and coal that remains from a bigger bang than your daddy’s mama’s orgasmic jazz
Pills and smoke down the throat and into the nervous system of dreaming gobs of muscle and bones
Critical killers of the good, the bad and the ugly just to eat them or hang their trophy heads of flaws
Over the fireplace or hidden in an inner sanctum of the lion’s den, just bones in the corner to gnaws.

Lower than a naked ape’s IQ I was born with, grown humans roam dirty Earth with less than .9’s
If you believe I’m wrong or exaggerated the Truth, go to the ghetto and walk sidewalks’ stop signs
Motherless children raised by all too humane welfare workers who were also fatherless as the Sun
Their own sons without any known donor of DNA inherited karma from ancestors who sin a ton.

Bugs called insects comedians of their Tic-Doc screens, it could have been the Tix-Tax of god-doom
Pretended that you were alright, alright, alright but you weren’t, being ladies and their her/she bars
Swam without flagella in a form of idiot that loved to be or not to be in closed-monkey boom-boom
Began with your eyes wide opened by the facts of life, you gotta do it all yourself, nothing is for free.

I woke up, you woke up, they woke up, we all finally woke up with glasses of early OJ over-easy
Importance of the classical substance that makes this Life all that it is & always was, that’s all I see
From empty and holy words come this whole shebang, mold of burnt-out stars and the refused scat
Built-in to fish rivers & oceans for Life to eat, swimming above or below, swimming in ocean spit.

Davey Crockett and the small boy who knew no better than to wear the ‘coonskin cap tail
Miles of trials since that four-year-old rose to The Ends of the crazy life journey as I inhale
In and out, a constant like the substance of my soul, before and after I get my heart to sink
Deep down into the matrix where your mama never went, you’re food if you fail to Think!

Clowns and the junk they’ve made out of the refused in acceptance of their destiny’s scat
Thanks, you for all you’ve done when you’ve done nothing, tongue’s in your cheek, bite It
Liars lie & are qualified to lie like a rug, comment on the nature of your own death by chit
Beaten husbands & wives underneath the guards of the indentured servant shot the shat.

Boredom and pure ecstasy are way gone and invisible to the eyes of the holy goatherd
Plaintive wale of the dogs are in the yard, I’m laughin’ at the jokes that ain’t ever funny
On borders & inside any of seven continental drifts of solar rocks rollin’ in a big muddy
Rollin’ the rocks and rockin’ the downhill rolls, nothing rises above the ghost’s gravity.

Token of my appreciation is the coin I present to your mind, a building of I-heart’s face
Heads or tails, it’s a shootout up for grabs, history will NOT repeat itself, Time in Space
God of the thing called precious gold, come on man, God… Gold… that’s all there is here
Now, go forth young woman, teach the young men to be all too human, drunk on beer!

Here is the haven you’re following in the witch’s hollow, no forms to frighten the One
What I am is all there is, I’m not who You think You are, this makes sense to me, Son
Songs sung blue as I sing again now for jazz’ third time, all for One & One for all of It
First Cause was dark star light, now this will shock you, we are exactly what we s#it!

by
rjj stephan, i
c. Vendredi, III-III-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 AMPST

{ Cocked this pistol while jammin’ to @NASA STRANGE DISCOVERY, God’s in Saturn’s Ring devours by the Thing Itself, Cosmic Dust Gods @ https://youtu.be/gqp3dhdp8QQ }

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

Davey Crockett king of the wild frontier 1

#DilbertCheck #RichGirl @RichGirl

A PHONY MALONEY, sabre rattle

Pawns find the easiest way to an inevitable end of its board life @Ankh checks

Knights, bishops, rooks cover the holy castle for a royal welcome, aw shucks

Down shift into the sleep mode… happy, busy, sleepy dream, hold it up Sam

Flower children & hippies of rock & beatniks of rhythm & blues bat chit slam.

Data you need to grow the plants & raise the herds & flocks of animal cookies

Limit your tick tock around the clock & replace it with the fallback plan, peace

Sue the pants off of the powers that be for allowing the whole Truth to be told

At the university & the college of Plato’s & Aristotle’s gods out of Man’s world.

Ring around the roses but please don’t plant daisies in the garden of Eden

An original sin might result without a simple man’s lion out of the cave den

No safe space on any of the seven continents, so sorry got a tongue in cheek

Morons & idiots planned this, the species extinction program of The Bleak.

Breathe in & breathe out is all you can do, you’ll know when you’re chokin’

You and the rest of the herd got away with it all, meaning & justice Teaching

Which witch or warlock has the magic to protect the species’ RNA, oh I see

It’s terrifying & a horrifying college prank, your poison drink, philosophy.

Supreme and extreme on the Timeline of a birth to bone death, stillborn soul

Astonish your test tube parents, they could not inseminate their eggs, yet I am

One’s all there is, what you are beyond dead 208 bones is a sandwich of ham

Brutal truth, follow me, lights out, that’s it, caput, it’s over Sonny, Overglow.

Perfection inside of the empty, bitter end, no sunshine, moonshine in no jug

All holy Worry imagined immediately disappears, no saving souls, less a thug

We’re all in the same boat, a dark hole, behavior excused in the end, I’ll believe

That is the Blind Faith, the antidote to certain extinction of the species, grieve!

Wonderful as everything is to many, to One who is everything, do not be Matter

Energy is just recognition that You are Not what It Is, kneel and genuflect to her

Gravity is the Grave, you’re gonna go down if you like it or not, not allowed haven

Crusade for a phony Maloney holy grail, in a finale, it’s over, curtains, at One Zen.

Bugs and what’s left post extinction of the species of hominid due to the Wars

Not meant to kill themselves, the defect was built in extinction of all but the One

Nothing but Space’s Void of Time anywhere else, no Mulligans in cosmic soup

Don’t shoot the messenger, heed the creed, a phony Maloney, a Chitown loop.

by

rjjstephan, i

c. Jeudi, III-II-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Oral and anal beyond the gravity in a song about gravity, drafted in utero while jammin’ to Mayer @ https://youtu.be/7VBex8zbDRs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Birch #Boredom #Oak #Eternal #RightHereItIsRightNow

LOVED THAT GIRL, SHE LOVED ME TOO, SHE’S A GONER

You got wisdom instead in and out of beds of holy women seeking to get seminal 12 blue months
Earth’s wobble as the 3rd bit of rock from the star we call Sun and The One, without it, we’re all dead
Like a stone, a rock or a flying bag of carbon, oxygen & nitrogen Congo con job of the best & brightest
Hummin’ down freeways and turnpikes with those jettison machines, speed kills the quickest & best.

Not here to be here and then leave without a peep, without one word up from the grave digger’s spade
Monkeys, aping the the things unseen by men, pretending a UFO ain’t a known One, checking on a Fade
Atop of the blackhead or whitehead, souls set free like ships sailin’ on the deep, blue sea without rudder
No love shadows mine, it’s all chit that exists, without me, without you, without us, it’s gone, way gone.

Got bent like my mother and father, not from the east or west coasts of the USA, Dank z undercover spy
Like the winds and waters, I blew it and I wet it to get some action, like Northern lights of southern high
Bums and junkies will always be the way of the morons and idiots who don’t know the Truth about gods
They came because they could, ethically sound, morally upright, philosopher getting’ jiggy with a stone.

Bored of being on the Board and l in a retrograde slide from circling in two points of view, one Singularity
For you and I, it’s the final call the bartender shouts, #LastCall of the last detail, bury or burn, lost at sea
Demons swimmin’ around in a dream state of amnesia, unknown doom headed downtown & upriver too
Nothing is exempt & nothing is what it is, hence it is exempt from Life, Death and infinity’s dreaded crew.

Preconceived a notion & then it materialized for the minions among us, the herd moved to happy place
It ain’t my fault, I’m not accepting the credit nor the blame for the way it is, that’s just the way it all goes
When the lights of your conscious mind go out, you’ll be in the dark just like the first dark room’s womb
Dust storm and then a vacuum, between the sheets and orgasm let the wild horses loose in this tomb.

 
Where the grand parents dropped off the kids on the corner by the clowns and jokers of God
Leftover funny humans, no joke, nobody’s sorry that it happened, it just did what all gods do
Create everything and then leave the scene as if you expected to always be the ‘X’ unknown
Now, present, in the past and in the future at one and the same moment, the secret’s blown.

Punks moving the pages and shooting the guns, killing the words and the babies of humanity’s
Daze is complete now, sleeping forever and no wake up calls or strawberry alarm clock ditties
Perfectly round, triangular angles in 45 degrees of Isosceles, isotopes in the fission of infusion
Soul free, animated bones are picked clean from the BBQ, rest of my life is just a cool breeze.

Rested at rest, dissolved into the matrix of Earth, Fire & the invisible Wind effect of The Spin
It stops and it starts at the one with the Will To Power, that’s me if you didn’t wanna party on
Funk and stench of the dying life, wakes up the dead to retrieve the leftovers, nail the coffin
Moms dead and gone, dads not certain of conceived DNA code and here I am, a mortal sin.

Come on man, don’t give me the stink-eye or the minions’ middle finger sign of the high IQ’s
Higher than underground and deeper than the stratospheric ions of quarks and a gods eye blues
To die for or to live forever, choices of a fool and her junky tools of retrospection gone askew
Love the hate, metabolize it and it fuels the justice to the Word, ink of type is forever sky blue.

While you wait, you get clean and then you run with the other bulls, lookin’ for the release
Of the spunk and funk accumulated out of the finite infinity allowed to sit right next to me
Wild east, west, north and south, always moving toward the sunset, toward the sunrise hot
Burn it all up, a fireman's substance, philosophy & nature of things, zero, dot dot dot . . .

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 2-28-2023 Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST