#WhoTheHeckIsHellaMoronic #DeeperPurpleVioletRed #ThisMeansWAR #BugsBunny #BrooksAndDunne

FORSAKEN PO' SONS OF GODDESS’ WOMBS

A dead, serious side effect of living the life you’ve probably noticed is fleeting quick, full speed ahead

To swab the wet decks is a futile symbol of continuity of causes and effects, as if you’re asleep in bed

Yet, you’re certainly eyes wide-open awake & if this is a dream, WTH will occur when y’all get #Woke

Kidding means pretending that Nothing but the Truth is fabricated to deceive goofs, it’s all #NoJoke.

Being' frank with you if you’ll come clean with me, for a reason, you’ll be shocked & forget a holy exit

Crucified on crosses, uttered the ‘Why?’ word, recall I divulged a DOT of a matrix, the rest of the skit

Billions of old angry birds flying in hydrogen-dioxide & nitrogen, sunshine supermen yelling hoy-hoys

Grimaces and smirks of the holy men and women who signed off on the blind faith credo of altar boys.

You can’t see me but I’m undercover, there’s no way out of this closed set of Time & Space’s chitztorm

Out of the bowels of heaven’s gates, we’ve got the chatter between angels leftover by the Earthworm

You & your parents were not ill-conceived notions of a random separation of Love & Hate, it’s a dream

Morphed into the endomorph, a mutation of DNA never before created anywhere in the world of cream.

Justice which is an illusion of the inferiority complex inherited by the babies of fearful ladies and gents

To stay in control of the behavior of the population, fear itself is the way to behead the disobedient sent

To disturb the modus operandi’s essential function, avoiding the vacuum of the Singularity’s pointed tip

Stabbed unto death, sickened was never the issue, grateful, alive and dead, the record will never skip.

It ends the same way it began, silence, sightless, tasteless, out of touch but the stench of deadly BBQs

Future or past, it made the system flow downstream, from above and below the Alps’ and Sierras’ tips

Holier scat's unknown to the land lovers & aqua drunkards, full of the scat-ingested ingredients of ships

What we all are, what we ate last week, last year is just a whole lot of love down a latrine, if you please.

Early show or later than too late to be here and now, it all mattered when you lived, not when you died

How do I know? You’ll never know how, it’s not impossible that we’ve imagined this to be or not to be

No question or answer but there’s conjecture and that’s an educated guess of incorrections, #whitey free

All darker than blue, dysfunctional lack of Tonal dimensions with a Touch of Light, open Doom’s Sea.

As clear and clean as a dirty, rotten scoundrel could be, I cancelled my cultural train’s Fool, full stop

As if I had any choice at all in the matter & form of substance, presence, existence in the cosmic slop

We will become unknown once again, in due course of this trip on a spinning ball of confusion’s mud

Blood, wine, booze created God, as smoke cleared the way, sum of our fears was Bugs & Elmer Fudd.

It’s been said that we will all get what’s coming to us, a tautological fact that cannot be denied in total

If you’re alive then you’re gonna die, with or without the animation we attribute to immortal soul, pal

Friends, enemies, relatives, orphans & every other thing that’s all too human, everything is everything

Race is gonna end well, winners are losers, your mothers and fathers gave you this & that, it’s Nothing.

Colorful is your illusion, I’m blind, can’t see the light of the fire burning inside my heart and mind, son

You’re fired, you’re hired & you’re going to die of listening to your dead ancestors’ scree of being One

Or two or three, maybe four or five, anything’s possible even a dirty dozen or more, dead meat cooker

Seasoned and dehydrated into the protein sustenance of dirty dust, star cinders of a universal hooker.

Spirit was never holy, it was always as a noun or pronoun is, adjusted from dead to live word animation

Mirrors without reflections due to the darkness surrounding the matrix dots, it’s all ‘bout a Mortal Sin

We weren’t here then but we’re the obligated ones who have no contractual cosign of the function tick

All you gotta do is memorize the chapter and verse, deduce the conclusion of Maryjane and Tiny Dick.

Chances are slim that you'll survive your bodily extinction, it’s actually an impossible dream of a loser

Not you, not I or any rational being who has been nurtured on the seven continental drifts, a GD rocker

All in for the final call, it’s a full count & there’s two out with bags loaded, a home run wins it all for us

Lies about the destination of the curves on the back of my two hands, a pure truth, naked city royal fuss.

Straight up to the moon with Alice, so I ran the Dozens on Dolomite in Chitown, on Scat & Gig dough

Back stage with the roadies and the back-up, opening band of gypsies to croon the dirty sons of the Ho

Whining about your woes won’t exterminate the vermin, it’s a rat race’s original circle of jerkoffs’ sins

You & I, all of our mates of the species, we’ve been abandoned in a black hole, this is how a loser wins.

Put in exactly what's put out, not much or too much isn’t an issue, total every atom, up & downplayed

Rules exempt the master, suspended until further notice, the narrow way is clear, it’s a one-way toll paid

Over & under the tollways & freeways, cloverleaf expressways and turnpikes, all is a dream come true

Affair is intercourse, you’ve got to pay for a moment, you came, you spent your capital on what’s blue.

Monkeys all died, apes became extinct, all is dead that refused to think, predicated the pinprick object

Drove it deep down into the foundation of the base, bolted a sun’s supernova screw, a shebanger whole

High times in low spaces in subatomic disintegration, undercover disguised, hidden in a filthy rat’s hole

It’s copasetic I must admit, you’re the way, One way, there’s No way at all, I’m on a holy roll, I’m Soul.

Sweet girls I called baby, all of ‘em over 17, we rocked on a couple or three at sweet 16, but hey man

I thought that’s what I was intended to do, make love to the other gender, as much as I could, in a van

Or any nice warm spot near a fireplace in or outside, sleeping bags OK by me better in feathers & satin

Quilts keepin’ all Heat within, aw hell no, I ain’t comin’ back, up in & gittin’ down with it, I’m all in.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 4-4-2023 Mardi Gras @ 911 PMPST

{ Finalized finally jammin’ to #WayGone in a loop #BrooksAndDunne youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8IjOQmwlGmk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FlowingUp #GettingDown now we #Rockin

& THEN THERE WAS THE HIGH & TIGHT, SUGAR, WE DOWN TO FIGHT?

I just received the transmission and I’ve downshifted to overdrive into expresso-mindful Man herd
Highly aware of Things themselves and the essential nature of the One’s split into the mighty Many
Places in Space and events happening in Time, recollected as if they were just yesterday, angry bird

Can’t change the feathers once the code is manifest, impossible to mutate Doom of the holy herd.

Before conception is the precise way in which the afterlife for your soul & the others get in The Way
Of narrow paths without options, return to the original place in Space, your mama had One hot day
Grown men cry about it, get their wind taken away at double speed, like it’s supposed to be far out
To be or not to be the answer to that question, no purpose for random collisions for nowhere men.

American girls bear boys not only is Evil Alive, It Lives here & now, God’s fallen angels and the chosen
Empty womb without the coded egg for the sunrise and sunset, immaculate conception of One’s Zen
Sight without eyes, sound without ears, matter without the scent of aggression and solid ecstasy’s sin
Mortal immortals, come on man, a soul inside the head, skin, bones’ red blood, king of the lion’s den.

Part of the problem, I am what I am, not the calculus or trigonometry inequality of Timing, that’s all
Without Timing, anything can go awry resulting in undesired effects, some without passing the ball
Think like a ape, down and dirty, kind of mean and tending to go to one or another extreme entry gate
Double vision without disguise, I see two when there’s only the One, #Tigereye myself, all that’s great.

This and that gets old and never, ever gets younger than this moment, it’s here & then it’s all way gone
Without your permission, the world turns & you’re watching the passing of Time, project UFO i-phone
Aiding One’s way of Mankind into extinction of the species, the Way of the Wise is duck and cover it up
Babies, children, innocent and timid would transform into the destroyers of the grand illusion’s teacup.

Hope and Faith with the liberty of bestowing Charity on the herd, the Many, pour the sugar on me too
Highlights have been deleted from recollections, the tide has gone out to Davie Jones’ lock & load crew
Keepers of the oaths to remain free or die defending the children of the founders, including you all G’s
Don’t be a #DontBee, Do Be like your ancestors who squirted you here & now, an adorable angel fly- by.

Come closer to my voice’s whisper, it’s crying time now, the Truth’s our poison, you’re gonna expire now
Join us all, the rest of us are all at rest, just like the ones who used to be a 208 boned body of wind blow
Far out, far away from here, above and beyond where the eagle flies, out of O2, wings gone downtown
Drive the hotrod, drive the balls to the holes, front or back nine all fine, you got mine and I got your six.

Champions die just like the losers, out of Time in Outerspace, dull moment after a last huff, a puff
Dragons and monsters thrown into the inferno, dead fighters and losers of the sparking, red stuff
Turns to red in the Air, it’s blue blood inside the arteries and veins, plasma & platelets of God spit
Holy Water drinking is not allowed post mortem so if you ain’t dead yet, you all better keep it LIT!

Blond or a brunette or bald, skin in the dark is all immaculate, the accent of tongue gives you away
Where you’re from is where you were born, to the people who bore you, ancestors back in the day
Function of your calculus is the answer to the conundrums of human concoction, medicinal ennui
I wondered, until dawn brought the light, lost my sight, in a grave I lie, name’s on Stone above me.

Put yourself in your parents’ place, think about their sacrifice to see you through soul road trippin’
Knowing y’all would be all alone someday, just be all you have to depend on, it’s the honey drippin’
Ma & pa memories of the jewels and gems left at our feet to soften the mortal blows of four winds
Told jokes but I didn’t have any of the punch lines right, that’s funny, a comedy club’s unfunny sins.

Fighting to survive high assaults from the bugs & bad gals & guys who want what you got, gang’s Id
Taking it until nobody can take it any longer, then it’s the end of the breathing for the grown-up kid
Above and below heaven and earth, random chaos is the Way, to the end, the goal of the live player
Arriving dead will not do, it won’t give the devil HIS due, only you can pay the debt, God apple eater!

Love’s banks robbed of their digits, no need for hidden silver and gold, all alive on other peeps’ taxes
They work & pay for the low road pavement & the storage of life supplies for homer & marge shacks
Awash in powerful pot-ashes, a Doom settles upon your own awareness and then you return the favor
Fake punks miseducated in public & private schools, this is what you get, Genesis’ trip through a door.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, April 2nd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 850 AMPST
{ Fished out of the Word Salad while listening to @TheEagle96.9 link @ https://www.audacy.com/stations/eagle969# & #ATearInTheSky link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygt3FyQRJ6I }

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

#RadioLoveSong #DevoidOfSound #FooFighters @MorganWallen @ChrisStapleton

 

9 POUND HAMMERS, 12 GAUGES,  DIRTY, BLACK ICE

When I was the youngest man on my block, in my ‘hood, I could get over being unseen
Bobbers are in the pond as we float the boat on lily pads of frog heaven, amoeba green
Momentous occasion going around the world in 100 years, more or much less, ahistorical
Apes in trees, caves & on the savannah, runnin’ with the zebras and god sucking The Fall.

My business never got cursed by the karma of you, yours & all excommunicated damfoos
Better that the Truth is not known to everyone, chaos would ensue and I’d drink the booze
My alcoholic ancestors shot themselves, in feet but it wasn’t their fault, I tricked the gods
Not one of my 208 bones will survive this trip, they wanna bury or burn them in holy pods.

Nights just a spin of the dirt, days the flipside of the wobble just move on one by one, it goes
On until the singularity becomes the null and void of the savior of eternal pain do-si-doughs
Girls listen, then you can put it all to rest, maybe this is all it took to get to the Truth so steady
Honeysuckle for the honeybees, makin’ the hive all a-buzz, I’m holdin’ it up for the queen see.

Hatchets and axes bury the bad blood and polluted gas inhaled & exhaled in perpetuity’s shade
When Time comes to the last tick, the last digital matrix, shadow of the sun’s dial, have it made
Nothing other than something like a dream that appears out of nowhere, returns to a polka dot
It ain’t my fault, not guilty or responsible for it all, I’m not obliged, as innocent as Superego rot.

Powers that be positive drinking of alcohol combined with inhaled weed flower of Mary’s head
She did what she could to stay away from me but she couldn’t stay away, she’s in my blue jeans
Now or later, we’ll get together, lips like tea and honey, perfect for the taste of my eyes closed
Body like a backroad full of curves needing me to feel every smooth turn of the bones in be d.

Doubting the good vibes is antithetical to the Truth, Good is why we all came, One conceived
Bored as a hula hoop fallin’ down hips to the ground, can’t keep no hippy wisdom, unbelieved
Broke halos & B-roll flip sides overflowing cups vacant of hydrogen & oxygen, dead right too
Silly bass & turds on the beach’s mountain forests, it all came before ultraviolet, purple blue.

Half past two in early morning, got my new girlfriend home too late, shotgun papa got me too
Got buck shot in my back, I was drivin’ away & he still got me like I was a pheasant not a worm
I was not the hero my beauty within tended to project to the world, my joy was loved ‘til blue
Just a shade of the red blood when it’s not exposed to the windy blow of the Love’s X-gas form.

Corrupted my fake innocence smokin’ those camel ashtray stubby buts, coughed it up the line
Addiction to the #’s and words, ex-communicado communication of sounds on your thin dime
Costing everything you have, get ready for the slaps upside the grimaced face, last calls comin’
Line ‘em up & fill ‘em up, my kin’s getting’ The Fix, it’s already been ‘In’ since The Original sin.

On a beach somewhere off of the ocean, the sea, a great lake, I think I was at ‘em all, at a party
I passed out and I can’t remember the whole night but I’m sure somebody had a good time, me
Good vibrations felt head to toe, duration unknown but longer than the darkest night’s starlight
Fillin’ it up, the holes dug deep near the Mississippi river, where I left my skin & bone afterlight.

Troopers tried to save me, I was too far gone, way gone are the words, accurate measure of zero
Everything subtracted from itself is neither something nor anything other than the sweet nothing
You & I get it with the liberty and freedom, no king or queen to punish you for any god’s song sing
Calls unheard, pitch of sounds without volume, bass or treble disappear as all atoms do, just blow.

Balls to the walls, base, foot, net, basket, hard, soft, all round others shaped prolate spheroidish
Scoring is the point, homerun, touchdown, goal, point, set match or swimming with the sunfish
Bribes and betting on the sure thing can enrich your life or end it in a New York Minute, so fast
If you weren’t paying attention to The Thing Itself, living awake, #Woke or asleep, I am The Past.

Who kicks balls? Throws and smacks balls from hand hits & feet kicks, no hands, look at me Ma
Money in gold banks for playing games that people bet winning & losing games to torque off Pa
I used to run with all bad boys then I hit the road with the good boys and I ne’er came back home
Been everywhere, done it all two or three times, now it’s Time for Space to make the gods come.

I waited for a tiny spell, all witches laid it all down before I got my first gasp of gas out this bubble
Rainbows in the dark while it’s pouring rain and getting ready for the doom of the blizzard rubble
Monkeys made by themselves, evolved outta scum of the unliving mud, blood & wood kegs of ale
You yelled at me to wait up ‘til you caught up to me, when you caught me, it was “Don’t wait up!”

Stuck in the middle where it’s warm & nurturing, as a mother’s bosom attracts the cold shoulder
Nights in the bar, left without anyone holding my strings, too far gone to come back to any her
She was the world to me, my only strawberry wine in my glass, the only brandy in my hot glass
Sweet or sour, cold or hot, smooth or rough, I get it, I got it, now and then, I get A’s & The Pass.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, April Fool Day ‘1’, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Shattered this out of the stratosphere this AM while listenin’ to #BrokenHalos & #FireAway by @ChrisStapleton on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y5QOuFfV7oE }

 F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?