#WereOnlyHuman so, #SometimesWeCry #SometimesLoveJustAintEnough

ON WHICH THINGS POLARIZE PINHEADS & PAUPERS

Which idiot wears comfortable shoes, a racehorse gets them nailed into their hooves

Whether you’re in or out of Lincoln Park or Washington Square, it’s a soul’s grooves

This is all she wrote to me, a brief not that let me know that it was never love’s dock

Powers that be love and hate, good and evil just a random spin around the G-block.

Recollect six lives before your conception in holy wombs, occult motherless orphans

Empty your drawers now, you’ll need the room and space to roam town to township

Metropolitan or raw country boys and girls grow into the dead who bury the hatchet

Down under or out of this Earth’s Space, atmospherically pressured to #TicToc sheet.

Isolated millions of miles away from anything, neither you nor I have a free choice, so

You get what you got, Star Trek & a Million Years B.C. & everything in between blows

Of winded jobs from the ladies of the night and bad boys of the hood in the day, alas!

Grim reaper vacuums the crumbs leftover from the last suppers & champagne glasses.

Your ennui & fake interest in outcomes of your friends, foes & family, all feud en masse

Concerts too loud in audio or too soft headed in video combine & create the rock pass

Mighty mice and super boys animated in cartoons and real-life plays on living, it’s tight

Stoned junk to pump into arterial context of the matrix, it’s all bloody well right, right?

Buns in bags, old bags of bones, still upright & living in mortality’s disguise of the Thing

Itself, whatever it is, call it WORD, create a sound of your hot air blown from the kissing

Grin from the inside but fake the grimace on the outside of your skull, you go far away

Do not disturb the copacetic nature of the inherited genes, silent monks knew The Way.

It’s when you realize the nature of the beast, try to forget about it, don’t look far away

Zen tried, amnesia attempted, sleeping unconscious to Presence of Earth, Wind & Fires

Mist of the mystical smoke and mirrors, it sticks in the mud’s dripping sweat of One Day

Gods spent a wad on the spin, the wobble, gyrating shank strategy of uncontrolled sires.

Convoluted mirror to see nothing clearly, deduced the inductions, assume we wear a bib

Concluded and finalized, put to bed, put to sleep, like a tiny baby with a bottle in the crib

All you know is what you’ve been told to believe, showing you’re all so programmed too

As most soft-headed, ultraviolet human beings can see, It Is Known, Purple Haze is blue.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

( Handcrafted in enhanced, conscious deception of the nature of this beast

& this reality while listenin’ to the @Doors link @ https://youtu.be/hzM71scYw0M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

i dont care either... WHAT ABOUT YOU? #FillHerBuster #Fillibuster #Millionaires & #Pi

CADILLAC OF THE GROOVE

Spinning the dream of the con game without rules or players of turns

It’s always been my way or the highway, it’s my mother’s planted ferns

Grew up with kids all around me, we had it made in the night’s shade

Went around in circles because the fact is, we were disappearing fade.

Chose the many & the few depending on the wind direction, up, down

In & out of the fray, passing in & out of consciousness, passed way out

Deleted every byte from the lexicon, scratch began the dot, unknown

Become absolute zero galactic disorganization, naturally, a boy scout.

A new math subdivision of all too human philosophers, #Beat cheats

Fraction of zero, Nothing but the ends, friends & godlike human feats

In a rectory drinkin’ chrism’ blood in wine bottles, dago red or merlot

Dark & black ultraviolet or light & white infrared saga of fake-fear lot.

Preface of the fourth or fifth kind, this offering of dead & gone idiocy

Of Pi if you’re Truth’s value 3.14141414 ad infinitum, finite divinity

Think about this just one moment & you’ll doubt the blind faith leap

From ignorance & innocence to learned behavior of evil, good sheep.

A star is born long before you & I entered the womb, it’s a Sun’s burns

Either random accident or result of divine intervention in godson turns

Tragic comedy or hilarity of one’s tragic #FaitComplet, full circle broke

Aloof, adrift in a vacuum of the Void’s empty atomic matrix, so #Woke.

Now and then, here and now, cause of effects to be or not to be eaten

By the hungry for your heart, lungs, limbs & soul, they hate your guts

Where the foul and masticated move into the sewer of wasted grunts

All of us know the hunger and the satiation, even those who eat men.

Working for a living of peanuts, a warm, cool home in the middle of peace

Love all around the myth of forever being around in the same groovy place

Knowing that the mastermind is random chaos & infinity’s numb red cross

On the crusade, a crusader either reaches the holy grail or meets the boss.

It ain’t apple sauce from the garden of Eden, it ain’t the fallen angel’s fault

All about you, you, you and nobody else, you’re asleep in the night’s mare

Dreaming you’ll awaken from slumber to pound desert sand & beat the clock

Never knowing or having an inkling that your history is devoid of logic & rock.

Musical chairs always ends in One seat left for Two, at One jumps on to own

Left to stand at attention to the winner of the throne, the pretender cyclone

Test tube baby squirted DNA upon invisible specks of cosmic dust, yo’ mama

Of father to the beings who play in the mud and beer with the bloody papa.

Believe starters who model The Truth, carry big gun protection, blackbelts know

Know it or you don’t but be privy to It, why the world turns as a memorial blow

It’s either a kick in the behind or it passes on by, skippin’ a rope, all outta Schlitz

Peeps of chicks & squeaks of mice pull mystery together, all ‘bout Banana Splits.

Laughing at the drama and crying about the comedy, convolutes the chrome Id

Invulnerable bag of animated acid, as big as life and a wannabe dead man’s kid

All for One and One for all of you mousekateers & musketeers from owl bowels

Invented my intention, mocked predecessors & professors consonants & vowels.

Pope to pauper’s street smarts keep the heroes and villains alive in a petri dish

Born from germs & microbodies, cultural appropriation of a Void’s worship, fish

Swim, swam & swum all over the dam with high hopes of jumping over the Falls

From heaven down to the utter echelon of the pit, only you & I know, got balls?

If you become aware that you cannot know anything, knowledge is impossible

Although wisdom is the highest form of awareness for everyone, it’s hidden too

Many, few, some and none, interjections of prepositions without a conjunction

Got nouns and predicates to form the induced deductions, it’s extreme unction.

Holy oil & holy water, dipping you within and without it, nirvana my ecstasy kid

Out of nowhere, this dart at the board’s bull’s eye hit the mark, game hit a skid

Horror & comedy for the tragedy, before you know it, it’s over, havin’ some fun

As if I’m a thief in the night, ask if it’s my idea, to be or not to be a question, son.

About the Cadillac groove tube you’re animating as you’re programmed, yo man

Once the last breath allows the last thought, it’s a curtain call for the too old Ego

Did what it did, there’s no life post life, come on man, grow up, be all too human

Higher horsepower and cubic inch mass of heavy metal, all tribal mumbo jumbo.

Call it the filet mignon of the bloody sacrifice on a funeral pyre BBQ spit, not Be

One who gets eaten, in communion of mouth, lips & tongue, chew or tooth free

Saved from eternal damnation with the preachers & priests who covered the lie

That black night’s skies you see are YOUR pretending to be part of the apple pie.

Small piece or one whole shebang’s atomic nature, microscopic & too big to fail

As your hope & dreams are dashed upon your last wind-gasp, as you blink hale

Fathers and mothers, sons and daughters all merge into the dark matter’s point

No return from Singularity son, incarnate nevermore, now, GTF out of this joint!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, March XXVIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0808 hours

{ Right outta Nothing, jammin’ to @GovtMule link @ https://t.co/kypZsArBKm }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FLOTSOM & #JETsom

@pi

#SheUsedToBeMyGIRL #HowdyDoody & #TheRichGirls #SchematicSkullduggery #SometimesWeCryLikeHellFrozenOver

 

DUDE, WE ALL GOTTA GO, KICK BACK & RELAX, CHICKEN LITTLE’S HOLY SCAT

Common numerator of every denominator is One, there are no exceptions to the rules of the roads
Lessons learned early during the original abandonment by the guardians, alone with the strange toads
A miraculous, holy dream of waking up in the cosmic realm of bib overalls & a meteor dent in the Earth
Hard crust with an entry wound from outer space, a random, lucky shot in the dark, it’s divine afterbirth.

Monkeys shined like nobody’s business, apes having their inherited epileptic fits of mind-game effects
On First & Final causes of the matter & energy interchange, animated, cosmic menudo love to be sex
Woman & man in the darkness or in the blaze of starlight blinding third eyesight, copy my home blows
Cheat on the exams & plagiarize the term papers for the Masters & PhDs distributed like Bazooka Joes.

Shamen dressed in feathers and nothing more nor less than skin covered bones, sick unto death, in debt
Paid I full whether the overlords like it or not, they were here before & after the Big Bang’s collapsed set
Whose soul is within your consciousness and is it’s mortality an illusion or a whole truth, nothing is shat
Naked squeeze of another 208 bones, that’s something but what’s love got to do with it, bunches O’Scat.

Of fire & water we’ve consigned from the powers that be somewhere other than here & now, I am void
Now, never, before & after the burns heal, after scars disappear with homo erectus’ collapse into android
Alive before and after your conception inside of eggs, invisible mythology aside, matter-form cat pride
Forward and backward, faking out the offenders who could not defend themselves, therefore, they died.

Of natural or unnatural causes, being saved by blind faith, myth & the absolute Truth’s computer byte
The egg came before the chicken not vice versa, sing it out loud, scream from the top of your lung fight
For more air, more oxygen and hydrogen to die for, all underwater, can’t breathe my last breath, I’m dead
Didn’t want to die, it wasn’t my idea, nature of the beast is the whole shebang, blues aren’t crimson red!

Be seen or invisible, played out the mind’s games that have hidden rules, pitfalls to die for in coffin’s satin
Bears in my lion den after the slaughter into smoke and mirrors, nothing’s too good to bury a pick & grin
At the back stage door, it unlocked by itself like magic, I heard the click, then the clock did the dirty trick
Last moments of pure mental torture fill your memory, remembering you, the egg began with a l’il Dick.

Small enough to see with a microscope or a periscope, the unmoved mover moves above and below It
Ground of being alive, hungry to consume the matter without any First Cause’s power, shaped like scat
Excalibur sharp & ready to slice & dice, in defense of the offensive killer, murderer honkies on at 11 tape
Through your birth canal, you squeeze in so you can escape before you fake death with mouth all agape.

So, this Goosy Lucy & Henny Penny have issues with the barnyard, they’ve got the Homer/Marge blues
All fear is tantamount to facilitating the rigor mortis awaiting all form of skin & bones, all I drink is booze
Hard or soft liquor to lick my wounds in a figurative way, forgetting the suffering & pain in the derrieres
Why? I don’t care. Paying dues and debts for past transgressions of all mamas their grand papas’ fears.

Prospective mates in mountains of prospects, beauties & beast’s Harley Davidson roll afoot, tattoo you
Head to foot, painted with the inside thoughts on the outside with the failures to be healthy & free blue
Close to the birds and worms they consume, fire burns the bird in supersonic flight, dead baby of bats
It’s now a battle of kickin’ fools in the private parts before my blade is pulled & pushed through guns.

If and when you are conscious, be the human in shame from the origin’s garden of Eden by the Tigris
Upon that apple tree we’ve hung our legends upon the hill, burnt offerings on the funeral pyre of Oz
Apemen and the women who bore them from the wombs of holy, good luck of right place, right time
Calculate the lovers screaming words that mean nothing but the punch lines of dirty, bad jokes of gods

They had sixth senses of humor, humorless stupidity of idiots and morons, hilafarious, no ph’qqn studs
Woke and awakened in the end, as it was in the beginning, dreamscape escape of the Great One comics
Cocked hammer, loaded mag, winning's all there is to survive The War, Sky's falling, a hot head-hit fix

Divinely terrestrial, gods created stars, planets, you, me, to be here, now, chit is some nasty click licks.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 3-24-2023 AD ( III-XXIV, MMXXIII Anno Domini ) @ 420 AMPST
{ Full house jam to @HallAndOates 2005 #Bahamas concert link @ https://youtu.be/Uo91yAjMZiQ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?