#PerfumeLipstickOnAPig #MyMaria

FORM & MATTER IN 3.14 SURREPITITIOUS PIE

Boredom with the causes and effects of the matrix leads to desperation of ID

From the superego & the ol’ ego that I am, there’s an ignition of the star god

Blown into a supernova, without the aid of mankind, it’s just not all too human

It’s definitely out of this world, here & now we currently immerse in mortal sin.

What’s a mortal? What’s a sin? Come on man, what’s a dick? Your original sin

In a moment the finish line crossed will end the race devoid of soul searchin’

Fools and their ham sandwiches think for themselves, not for the commander

Above & below the steaks & chops for the BBQ & the coitus interruptus, caput.

How long can this go on? Not long enough for me, I’m enjoying the chopper ride

No helmet, hair blown back like stiff sticks comin’ out my head, from a law I hide

Punks & upstanding citizens all related to the herd of flesh & bone without fate

What in Hades can you mean by, “This is the only way to heaven’s gate.”? Hate?

If you don’t love it there’s only one alternative, I hate facts of life & megadeath

Lean toward the wind to get the maximum blow-back, it’s drag & draft the sons

To battle with one another’s sons and daughters, all ignorant of the conflict tiff

Slicker than pitch-black ice, shattered to smithereens, an atomic neutron spiff.

Continue from the final ending of the thing itself, it’s substantial essence of Id

Desire and need mate for everything, everywhere, all the time, forever on end

A Man, A Woman, accidental collision of atoms in Space, procreating it, the Kid

To play games with or without following philosophical rules of an chit we send.

Tweet on your face’s books, write upon the covers and in the margins of Word

To find out what it means to be or not to be, Sir Francis Bacon wave of a wand

Imagine well adjusted mankind, be creative although it’s impossible to be, God

Still strive to be perfect, behave perfectly with the good, evil and the butt ugly.

Are you in? Are you out? #ShootTheMoon #ShotsInYourSkin, God finds the way

To get in and out without anyone knowing there was a visit from a star, One Day

Unified theory of relatives, Form-Matter hopeless new leg to run on ad infinitum

Way back in time, our ancestors had none at all, all died #WOKE, evil and dumb.

Funny as the tragedy of comedy so far away from your mind’s eye, it’s invisible

Hilarious and without ennui from alpha to omega, light astral foam ring a bell

Recollecting the memory forgotten for the challenge of playing Chance’s game

Freedom to choose, free will to pick winning & losing, I am my claim to fame.

Sung words, blew horns, sawed fiddles, beat animal drums, metal cork the hole

In the cave, on walls behind the firelight, the things themselves form from coal

A hunting they will go to kill, which way is up is all they need to know, corpses

Big women and small men mate and get what you see, people of the menses.

Ultraviolet blue blood spilled crimson in war and peace, by accident or intent

Shook the monkeys out of the trees, shocked the cavemen’s holy inner sanctum

Mama and papa cannot provide the expertise of divulging the unknown, Word

Silently whispered in our ear at birth & before death, now, Wake the Phuq Up.

Linked to the cube, all six sides around me, I’m in the center, you are not there

Next thing you know, you’ll be forgetting the Truth as you know it, how you are

Umbrella prevents the hardened rain from splitting skulls, knockin’ dummies out

Out of dirty ground, bury us all, God’s mother Earth man, what she’s all about!

Part of the equation when everything on Earth is unequal is an inequality upset

Who wins the big bet on the #MarchMadness pool of mankind running to & fro

Nouns & verbs involved in the predication of hound dogs howling at a full moon

Hustle your ma & sister, not your pa & brother, you are a loon, the mob’s goon!

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r j j stephan, i

c. March XVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #StPatrickDay

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyMaria by #BWStevenson on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ewyu4dIVj-8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

F I N I S

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.

by

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 )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?