#EatingTwinkiesWithGODS @JohnWick #JohnWick

COCOA TWINKIES’ EPIPHANY, QUEER PEA-NUTS

Left without surreal dreams while awake, it’s curtains for the stage, take a very low bow

Downstream from the falls at the end of the big river’s infinite bends, too high down low
Regardless of your behavior, you will die when your own time comes, all men & women die
Not only am I right about everyone but I’m also right about me, myself & I, y’all gonna fly.

 

Like a boss, you walk to and fro as if you have more time than the dead folks, all long gone
Immortality a plea bargain with nobody with any soul or spirit, get God back on the phone
It’s a party-line that everybody & their mother is on, except for absentee fathers who quit
Lurking at the clubs, waiting for the girls out havin’ a good time getting high on a war spirit.

 

Now then, here we are again, same place, same time, same old song to pluck and croon
To cara mia of the mind I’ve gleaned out of my parents’ three lock box, needle & spoon
For the mainline to the flat-line, I know the narrow path where nothing becomes One sun
Been there, done that, will be there again & do it again & again until I suck in all the fun.

 

Laugh or you’ll cry due to the realization that this is IT, all there is for us in the real world
Heaven and Hell mere re-imagined fantasy of the dead and gone deceived professor ilk silk
The best they have is what they’ve accepted as deception required for psycho-sanity milk
Cream risen to the top, that’s all I am, all I’ve got left, I need your clothing off, all unfurled.

 

Naked ape attitude motivates your will to power, to satiate the appetite of the gods’ thirst
For the sake of foul reason, pretend that something other than nothing’s an antitheist burst
As if there is any more Life after Earth’s existence, a panacea for Reality that we’re accidental
Look forward to dying, believing a philosopher’s stone becomes the idiot and the prison cell.

 

Extinction strikes the mating and wallowing in horror and misery of the confident among us
They may be your parents, siblings, friends, teachers, priests, preachers of a hellfire hot fuss
As if the waiting for the guy coming to save the sinners is a real story of anybody’s foot strut
Come on man! Believe the blind faith scree, you’re a man, no, you’re a woman, wait, what?

 

Abstract thought begins here, look away if you think your faith is weak, this ain’t bleak
Misinformation given the task of deceiving the gullible who await the powers we seek
Beyond repair, beyond War & Peace, in the ash of the skin & bone or boxed, in a coffin
What It is, what this is, always was & will be cannot be written, holy God’s gone fishin’.

 

Blinded by too much light flashing in my face, what I’ve seen is all I’ve got left, Nothing
Harm and it’s ultimate purpose is death and either becoming food or garden fodder scat
Without Death there is no living Life, I think that’s it, therefore that’s all that I am, I sing
Woke, awakened nucleus without being split & allowed to explode into Smithereens spat.

 

A spirit, a soul, a heart, organic chemistry and the spark that animates the form of rabbit
Jumping or dead and gone in a frying pan of bear grease and grits, either way, all bulls it
Contents unknown, a map of new terrain, direction straight ahead, no right, phuq reverse
Always turning left until the original place in Space is reached today’s tomorrow, a hearse.

 

Statement for your philosophical diatribe of a thesis plagiarizing plagiarism as I tend to do
A spade is a spade, am I right or am I wrong, I think you know that I’m absolutely correct
Massive conglomerate of atomic nuclei, that is all of it, Word is rubber hose up your nose
Antithetic to one Truth, I always lie, forget the lie then recollect morgue Truth, #TaggedToes.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 3-28-2023 Anno Domini @ 655 AMPST
{ Implication of gender stereotyping, philosophical reasoning without logic & pure honey from honey bees-that-be … while jammin’ to @GlennMiller #TheBestOf on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MUKHd2OlFVI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

by

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 }

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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!

by

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