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TEN PIES, LOVE PI

There is freedom and there is death, those are the only two Truths, abstracted, perceived reality

All over the many there's always one or more instigators to seed the plant of oppression obesity

I can predicate any subject, any adjective or adverbs to modify the nouns and verbs, I've got cash

Meaning nothing but something that's incomprehensible by anyone using a logic & reason cache.

I have never been a better man than I am, trained by the brothers, sisters and priests of grandad

Feeling the love lost and the lust for orgasm found as an adolescent and lost by a geriatric fade

To black shadows with nothing there to cast the darkness, literally less than all atomic nucleii

Little Bo Peep and Mary both had lambs and we chopped 'em up for BBQ while gettin' high.

Drinkin' the Harvey Wallbangers like they were Kool-Ade, amazing that I survived the imbibe

A screwdriver with Galliano, cherry in a toothpick thrust into an orange slice of life, gimme five

Or four or three, just keep me awake until I die of alcohol poisoning my blood & liver, I survive

I might die tomorrow or sooner for all I know, before I do, I've gotta get down, take a deep dive.

Enhanced the climax, the deduction has no other alternative, it's the assumption called, what if...

Because nobody alive or dead knows or knew anything about Earth, planets, the sun or the stars

The Space matrix connects us to the unknown, it's vast and without any way to classify it's zero

Many or the One, some or most of the time, all'll be Space, vacant of me, you & dad, my hero.

Barked, growled, hung from the neck, electrocuted and drowned in a sewer of scat love, smokin'

Above the airport, circling and waiting for clearance, here it is, here we go, losing altitude kickin'

Still naked ape appearing but embarrassed by the legend of #BigDicks who wrap around ankles

Trip you up, the @BudLight can itself, gets accolaids, nobody checks clowns' nuts, junk dangles.

Polly wanted a cracker and instead got the cheeze-it treatment, now you know why bums drop out

They would have to get a job for third or fourth time in a year, I have had jobs I've hated to doubt

But I did doubt that I'd ever receive the pie or the pi 3.14 I needed, on the other hand, where's Jack?

First bite of the key lime, pumpkin, apple & blueberry pies, In my oven I trust, I'm goin' to the track.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 4-13-2023 @1111 AMPST

{ Crack in the world leaked out this existential threat to humanity while I was listenin' to the Marconi shuffle off to buffalo, on a link @ https://youtu.be/VhR5srjaM6o}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BichenBeachBoyz #SurfsUp #GettinDown #WARtheBAND #SATCH @Joe_Satriani @Chris_Jannsen

MARIA, MARIA, GYPSY QUEEN

The water is always fine come down to the river’s trailer park in back of my property, walk on in my son
Perfectly set with infinite points on both ends of the line, when the party’s over, move along, it’s done
Rednecks or just displaced persons from the unbridled, irreligious, fiends of survival, those unfit rulers
Whose children were these old men and old women? They are all dead and gone, left war & murders.

All my crops have been destroyed by the fire and ice thrown loose by the extra spin of the planet’s dirt
I know what you’re thinkin’ because we’re the same humane, human being, brave and true, never hurt
By you or anyone alive or any memory of dead men and dead women, who thought immortals existed
Yet they never did and never will, not even one moment in Time & Space is reserved for the Dead head.

I won’t repeat these words twice, this is the first & final time you’ll be able to read what I wrote, clown
There’s no alibi anymore, before this Big Bang thing, we partied birth to death, without me, I’ll c u later
Pimps are the punks who prey on the uneducated daughters who couldn’t take a joke from #GittinDown
None of you can live after you die, it’s impossible, no invisible soul will recall Life you consumed here.

Suntan on, chill drink in my hand, sittin’ on my beach blanket in the white sand, sun’s goin’ down fast too
Easy to just wait for the stars to come out but the flash of frozen air is comin’ into shore from a sea blue
Gods made the fish in the sea, so they say, it’s been said, we eat ‘em to stay alive, temporarily permitted
Life, death, birth, infinity, empty vacuum of A Void, all in & all out of the thing itself, God’s the only One.

It’s relatively absolute to signify when you’re in the middle of temporary one ways out of the holy roll
You’ve been here, I’ve too, it’s the end of the line, no color, no black or white, nothing at all for a fool
It’s not your fault though neighbor, fill out a form & have a seat, we’ll be with you in a moment too, sir
Nobody is better than me helping you do things for yourself, in case I die, you will survive the shocker.

It is fine when you’re at the end of the line and there’s nowhere to go but up or down, when in Rome
It’s the matter and form clumped up in a lump of skin and bone, organs to die for, brain to a big toe
No way in the world you will leave here without a scratch unless you’ve been aborted by bad killers
Babies innocently conceived, die before they can reincarnate into the priests and presidents of home.

What you’ve got to do is keep your eyes open, if blind get ready to smell & taste the Truth as it is
Bright or dark, it’s the World of Mysterious Atomic Functions, reproduction and dissolution of dirt
Stars and planets, chunks of broken astral funk, not needed anywhere but in the empty Void’s hole
Mother, MAMA thanks, papa’s wings fly, thanks, got a job to do, somebody’s gotta play, let’s roll.

Monkeys, apes, snakes, bugs, bacteria & One Virus, the God virus, perfection of devil’s dead food
Yellow cake walkin’ from one party to the next, #Woke, #Awakened, #DreamInDreams, I Am RUDE
You would be too if you were a gypsy that was conceived without a dad in the hive, it’s a gottaway
All you’ll ever know is, you’re alive, don’t know why you didn’t die in accidents, murdered TODAY!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, April 12th, MMXXIII @ 11:11 AMPST
{ Wasting Time no more, dogs & baby gods built a dam, it overflew the edge & jammed @AllmanBrothersBand @ABB in a loop on youTube @ https://youtu.be/ECnLq30dP6c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StacysMom pi 3.14 @ZZTop #FoolForYourStockings (Not Body Bags!)

3.14 #TOP

Five will get you ten & there’s an outer limit deep inside of the twilight zone
It’s right there in front of your face just like it has always been since day one
Measuring the generation of sperm & egg as you refer to civilization’s bone
Playing games with or without rules depending on the players, just for fun.

Apemen and I’m not just whistling Dixie man, naked apes erect as 72” trees
Some more, some less but all of them living in stench of the refuse & trash
Some white, some not so white and kind of off-white, just like high priests
Uncalled for revolt against the power that rules the roost, public servants.

17 percent of the population of the 1700’s Colonies of Thirteen fought War
Mysticism and the stockpiling of the ammunition for the mass destruction
Of old spikers and snakes, the ancestors lamented & then expired, drunken star
Sun shining, open borders of the United States in lock-down, it’s One’s son.

Unknown occult your mother warned you about, oh wait, she didn’t? Kids!
I’ll lay it down for you, it will win your heart and mind, it’s the best lay ever
You’ll know someday after you find out what God’s Reason for being alive is
With blinded eyes I’ve inherited from my forefathers, I think I got the fever.

For God’s gold, for the Truth about Why Earth exists, Why Mankind is many
From One we assume the Many came, it makes no sense in reverse destiny
Know this, sanitize your dishwasher like a fool for your stockings, trust me
Dead food scraps down the sewers to the fountains of our youth, God free.

Invented the mothers and imagined the fathers to yield the fruit of the pie
As 3.14 times anything but zero is something on Nothing, thinkin’ I can fly
Like a gnat or an eagle, can’t walk, can’t drive so to fly in Space is God’s gift
Mean children raised by mean women & absent men, extinction’s 3rd shift.

Punks, bums and junkies were all educated by elders with no self-worth
Just the feeling that paranoia is better than survival of the most fit to be
Hobos cashed checks, spent the change, the goods were good afterbirth
@Pi side of the road, asphalt side street, up a gangway backroad alley.

#Flash & #Sparky @Spirit’s holy water await Ends on the air of bald eagles
Soaring up, wings down ad infinitum, soul searching for mugs to seal deals
To be human or not, when one learns the Truth about Time’s infinite cost
That’s a moment you realize that nothing can be found, we are all so lost.

Deep space pieces, silver threads and golden needles leaking stupid idiots
Out of M.A.S.H. hospitals & into a morgue, the pinnacle of successful tots
Played in cribs, crawled on the ground of being, I stayed a long time there
Dirty water polluted nightmares of two grandmas long gone, I’m still here.

Flyin' on the lowdown for a sortie or two, in a dirty tricking’ of your trick
Underneath the radar & invisible to the sonar waves of infrared, so cosmic
Keep in mind that teachers taught you about the bad old fish, Moby Dick
Dirty Harry’s on the inside lookin’ out for us all, even the dead & gone sick.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 4-10-2023 A.D. @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted this AM, 50 miles all in my mind, jammin to
@WahWahWatson & @HerbieHancock 1976 LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/K3lgmnsTdcA & #CherryPie by @Warrant link @ https://youtu.be/I88Izbmrxq4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?