#ThisNormalAbnormallyBizarre #PuppetsPoohWinnie #GodRevolt #DivineJusticeHamSandwich

FROSTY THE MUDMAN, EVERY FLICK TELLS A STORY

I had some news before the old boys came home from the war, battles with their minds

Wiped out by the rigorous structure of being awake & ready to fight & kill 24/7/365 lines

Draw inside the lines because there’s nothing in the space outside, Outerspace mythology

Where the claim from deadmen is that place which is nowhere on Earth, causes Earth & me.

Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, friends & foes await the Pearl of Wisdom shot

Finish your examination in order to pass your final exam, you’re all gonna go to the hot pot

Burnt smoke that couldn’t stay on fire, just residue of the thing too hot to handle a screw

Got a nut & a washer to keep the screw as tight as a knot in iron rope, a fight with Wufoo.

Pigs down here in God’s eye stye, corralled to be slaughtered, humanitarian BBQ party time

Killing and burning and consuming and defecating, in rivers, lakes or deep woods’ troll slime

Without four legs all up in trees, look out below, that’s not rain that stinks like monkey scat

That all too human stench is your tool to keep the perfumed far away from dirty, filthy brat.

Marks in the center of the bull’s eye where my shot landed square on One point, out of sight

Eyes, ears, nose, mouth & the neck up to the tip-top, I am your antithesis & your good fights

Greed is a function of the idiots who became evolved Cro-Magnon mistakes of the divine god

Invisible power to animate rocks, to make them roll up and down the streets of all blue blood.

Hungry and thirsty before the end of Life, maybe after spaghetti & meatball Guido cuisin

You wish you were invited over for my spaghetti & carnivore delights, need salt & cheese

Broke your mind accidentally when I socked you in the face, busted your bloody schnoz

Out of time, out of blood in or out of Space & Time, that’s Life, the people all got a buzz.

Breeding the intercourse of beasts to air for the stars, where you go when you die here

Nothing is left after you’re last heartbeat, you’ll see what I mean someday, have no fear

Punks who deal with junk, will one day supernova with the rest of the ilk, we’ll all be free

Of chained minds addicted to our skin and bones, formed shape of beauty & a beast tree.

Fat arse, skinny bones, preconceived or postmortem, it’s done, it’s the deal, everything

All the time, every spin & wobble of the stones of the Earth rock, I dwelt among us, I sing

Playing the instruments of wind, of brass & paper-thin animal skin, rockin’ polkas & blues

To be a dancer, singer or watcher/listener audience of the Play, let’s muster ships’ crews.

Ideal fear of love and life on asteroid ash flyin’ within and without my own fertile mind

It’s a dark bean coffee getting into your conscious minds, all the minds, so easy to find

Opened the blinded eyes, saw nothing, saw everything and then the darkness comes in

Y’all stay here, I’m what’s left, don’t go, wait…wait…it’s all a dream? Oh, God, aw, shyt!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 3-16-2023 Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Dripped out the Cosmos while jammin’ to #Ipman @ https://youtu.be/qLRK18MB5WE & jammin’ to @EricClapton #CrossroadsConcert link @ https://youtu.be/w59rUSxN5f4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#StrongBondMarket #WeakerByTheWeek #IpMan #WuTangCollection #DonnieYen

NO PARDONING ME, I CUT IN-LINE

Cover up your nose and mouth just like the old bank robbers of the wild, wild west dirt bowls

Monkeys climbing up and down our back from birth to death, I have no power to fill the holes

On my mind, in my brain’s display of conscious awareness, there’s what you see, what you got

No more nor less than the whole shebang, hairless bipedaling the electric scooter’s hot spot.

Question every assumption to find the ignorance of uneducated who scored low on the SATs

Not their fault that they have become the active cause of fighting a losing battle of bull scat

In the end, nothing matters other than when you’re gonna die, above or below the grounds

Like it or not you’ll leave and you’ll disappear to the others who hate smelling rotten sounds.

Or looking at the rotten skin and bones we don’t BBQ or eat at the picnic, burying all remains

Rotting as natural, stinking like death without being evolved into chops and boss hog chitlins

Mighty mice and super men put on the show for the sheeple, trained to follow the golden rule

Pledged to expect nothing and give it all I’ve got to enhance the world’s monkey wrench tool.

Haves and have-nots in Wisconsin, Illinois, California, Washington & everywhere in between

All descended from rollin’ in the barn’s hay, one night, a moment in a lapse of good judgement

Monkey on the front porch and breaking into your house for a shower and a good breakfast

Pounding you until you pulled your pistol & shot it between the eyes, I think you need a blast.

In the window you cannot see through, I see you clearly because the trip is all in my own mind

Not only will I awaken from this dream but also I’ll be #Woke & believe in a three stooges’ kind

Moe, Larry & Curly, or Curly Joe or Shemp, looks like all five stooges, a multiplying production

Degree in Philosophy from the University of Amnesia States, I think, therefore I am, mortal sin.

Nobody but you knows your inner secret, untold irretrievable memory of gods and angels skin

With or without the wings to fly high and glide low down below your radar, I will to always win

Never lost a battle or a game, will never lose one at any time from now ‘til doomsday, singing

Knowledge and Wisdom are passing for pi, all 3.14 units in a conceptual manifestation thing.

It sucks hind teat to find out that you’re the runt of the litter after you’ve been stillborn in sin

Why? It’s unbelievable & that’s for you to discover not for me to show, a black swan Schwinn

Angel handlebars, streamers & coaster brakes, a way from point A to infinite Z, sorry hotrod

Out of your control, uncontrollable, controlled remotely from The Dreaming Zeus & Ala God.

Follow the politics but don’t follow the science which mutates with every random thought

Hurting and feeling as if the brain and mind can’t handle the Truth, the mortal way I bought

From the parochial and the pre-public, the pie’s cut into eight, get your piece, get down son

Cut apart the argument, blanche assumed premises, bake the conclusion in the convection.

Real news about the fake old times that used to be called the Truth when it always was a lie

About natural and artificial things themselves we have, we’ve got all we need but more we buy

From pronouns, builders, traders & shyster/jokers, we buy people, places or things on taxes

That the governed overlook all the nearsighted and the farsighted, it’s all but blown alto saxes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, The Ides of March 2023 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ How deep & how long can I go? Drafted in the #WuTangCollection sparring @IpMan #BestFightScenes link @ https://youtu.be/qLRK18MB5WE )

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Pops Population of Popcorn & SodaPop & #POOPALOOSA

FUNK CHUNKS OF CHOCOLATE OOZE

Here & now’s the one, sweet place in Space you find us, prophetic concept analysis
Nothing intended by an act of my personal will although apparently, it is what it is
Shake a jar of fire ants until they attack one another without any will to smoke pot
Evolution of Mother Nature occurs whether we are aware of the One Being or not.

Imagine without insight or eyesight, you had a beautiful body & held it against me
As above, so below all heavens rolled down from Olympus or Alpha Centauri story
Right to the left of center, the hammer pounded your head upon the burnt honey
Human invention of work and how to get it done by other people and their money.

Putting it on the front page of a newspaper of old news, that is the fame & fortune
What else can you take to the grave but your fame & fortune, who liked mortal sin?
Pipe down your storm hysteria, if there’s a flood then get to high ground to get laid
Jump in the betting pool that the government cannot tax, the tax was already paid.

Specialty in being nothing special, a quality in high quantities yields supermen jizz
Take a good look at the situation, keep that awareness high above it all, all the jazz
Wonder fades into familiarity with the purity of dirty Earth’s rocks and stone junk
Laid back & got laid up in the matrix vortex, whirling in the dervish way’s hot funk.

Depression of your economic politics to avoid the pain and suffering of being alive
Part of the pleasure to feel good about just breathing and without the doctor jive
Witches and their fathers before them also had the mothers who went to the war
To put goddesses into the #FakeNews lives to take away the close Space, All afar.

Condition of whatever follows the only question that matters to Earth’s gangs
Good or bad, either way beautiful or ugly, you’re alive & dead in the swan songs
Moving on between boundaries in place, at some point, exile stops @God’s dam
Pretender of really meaning what needs to be said, to drama I think, ergo I am.

On the subject and predicate of the premises, I cannot opine, just kidding y’all
Meaning that the private & the public have merged & diverged in a funeral pall
Dead or alive, there’s still a bounty on the head, you are human, all too human
Two point OH, more than One point of an angle, a triangle or circular jerkin’.

Addicted to unethical behavior, immorally exhibited stupidity of idiotic morons
Rich of Kelly green, Pope’s gold or dirty rocks of a holy land, nieces and godsons
Miracle of the numbers zero to nine, recombinant DNA/RNA inside all living cells
Dropped a dime on my condition, sick unto dying as a mosquito in search of hells.

What you & I know for certain is Nothing at all, everything’s an educated guess
A multiple choice of the answer ‘D’ which is always, all of the above and no less
You & I have all of the answers to the examinations given to the girls’ corn pone
Miniskirts and hotpants, all I can do I cry about the fad gone far away, way gone.

Who could be more in or out the world than the sleeping dreamer in my big head
Common eulogy for everybody else but me, he was a good ol’ boy, good riddance
Sweet baby Janes and Peters from the high fallutin’ hired guns and default sheriff
Of the dust and mud that led the horses to drink their beer, they were drunk stiff.

No good when you need them, useless when you want them, never a very good pet
Odds are with the housed doubled down against you better, you better, so you bet
Question our race of imaginary souls in DNA inclusion sets, worthless cry babies
Babble words gagglin' deducin' conclusions to end dissertations about Hades.

Parks where you can’t park your bike, car, truck or hovercraft, a parody of me
Nightmare that there is no free speech unless it’s my speech, you stay, I’ll flee
Nowhere to go but up or whatever way is downtown’s directional momentum
Bottom of the trash heap I am, racist nor nihilist, the Herd’s absurdly dumb.

State Pen or Federal Rock between gaping open borders, love of good & plenty
Comin’ home or leavin’ on a fast train, either way it gets out of sight ginseng tea
Like dying and reincarnating in another place in Outerspace, as if you’re special
When you’re just a lucky spare part, a phuquin’ slob mutation of a parental tool.

Squirted smooth silk screens into my mainline in vain, dropped a dime with .45s
Found lost in Space, up the creek without a paddle, at the mercy of God’s eyes
Seeing nothing close to Earth, moon or sun, 1 close star always a spin away, so
Wait a minute, fortunately, Cheerios & Chocolate, The Way, Narrow, now Go!

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r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, III-XIV-MMXXIII @ 1000 AMPST
{ Drafted to @CarlosSantana concert link @ https://youtu.be/k0KcWyZ8II0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?