#CurtisMayfield #RareEarth #WinningEverythingAllTheTime #AtOne #Oneness @SacramentoKings @GoldenStateWarriors @NBAChampionship2022-2023

WALLBANGER, SMEARIN’ OFF & ON

Banks on either side of the river from the beginning of Niagara’s falls from the mountains

To the big mouth of the flow as it pours without intent, into the deep blue sea of my sons

Fished for the schools of spawned, liquid-breathing, gilled beings hooked or netted beasts

All from a One’s burst of astral effulgence, without any reason or rhyme, pressure release.

Gas, solid, liquid is what the matter is, Matter is Being so don’t ask what’s the matter again

Now you know, it’s nothing at all but all that you think, all you do & at the end, it’s all done

Junk distilled out of the flowers’ planted life force, opium dreams out of the Sun’s holy rays

Mind over Matter, forms & shapes of things themselves, appear & disappear when she says.

Mother’s holy, empty hole invaded by YOU all, you ought to apologize for causing deep pain

Bursting out of darkness’ Nothing, a Void of everything subatomic & gold/lead & sugarcane

Apes lost the long hair & mindfulness of Factoids of life; animal crackers’ all too human thing

OK, OK, OK…alright, alright, alright, #LickinTheWorld, hold it! Knock your as’s out the O-ring.

Will never rise from the dead out of this bag of 208 bones, I deny the blind faith in after-living

Synchronized in a mental conundrum, First cause effects everything, everywhere deep diving

Mission impossible has now been accomplished, you’ll know if you have a need-to-know chit

Playin’ games without rules ain’t cool, advantage is to an awake dreamer, not to a #woke twit.

Four Wallbangers are all I required to begin the loosened-lip malfunction of my mind’s 3rd eye

Not for me to write down, to say or imply that I know anything, to be or not to be a guy, I spy

Ain’t speakin’ for any XX but I’m insinuating for every XY that desperation rules survival results

If we copied God’s DNA from x’s & y’s all given, nothing you do is your fault, we’re God’s faults.

Flowing the water from land to the sea, nothing survives in the end, I’ll “take the 5th” amend it

Your rigging is rigged because that’s the nature of the beast, it keeps the pieces together to fit

Like crossword puzzles’ irreversible mistakes, microscopic or macroscopic errors, #Tik-Tok junk

Probability that anything is impossible isn’t allowed by the gods, everything’s improbable funk.

Stream from the old mill or the cyberspace of electronic redistribution of neutrinos’ plethora

Equation is a mental convention of comparing the One to the Many, it’s all to fire up the flora

In the leaf or in the bud, in the stem, the root connected to the mother’s teat above & below

Don’t shoot the messenger with the Truth’s fact, facts of life, I’m just whistling Dixie, how I roll.

Meeting and greeting the new entry into the celebration of wisdom & knowledge’s destruction

Atomic construction and destruction in essence, all we ever were & are is what we’ll always be

You & me, all the dead & yet to live, everybody breathing gas, here & now, in this love boat sin

Mortal, original or other unnamed violation of plastic pieces of golden lead, y’all are God-free.

Alright, I’ve drunk six of those hammer-wangers, I can’t recall the real name, it’s Vodka for sure

Here and now, that’s this time in Space, the First Cause remains in stealth mode, divine hair-fur

Imbibed the last of the whitest lightening, I salute your artificial intelligence and the real things

Real intelligence not artificial intel has no programmer, it’s a random survival hive of bee stings.

You swell, you die, your soul-spirit either flies or dissolves into an invisible Void of google errors

Hum a tune you never heard or one you’ve heard was Top 40 hit, anyway, it’s nightmare terrors

Commercial or private, think, I think I am, that’s all you can say is think that’s true, Nothing skips

Just the messenger, so don’t stab this beast, loose lips watchin’ the deep-six sinkin’ steamships.

Inside of the herd or outside of the Earth’s stratosphere, either way, mortality means one thing

You & I, everything alive big & small is going to cease, regardless of countersign, opine singing

Spy vs. Spy, any guy versus any gal, newborn to born again, approach 100 years, all in swagger

No, I’m drunk on Wallbangers, yes I’ll have another please, I’m too human, big daddy’s dagger.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 4-17-2023 A.D. @ 6:30 AMPST

{ Jammed listenin’ to & watchin’ @SacramentoKings vs. @GoldenStateWarriors GAME 1 highlights link @ https://youtu.be/dXMVjUnip-Q #WarAndPeace (Challenge to Historians) @LeoTolstoy link @ https://youtu.be/lDPSSYUSRb0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoTheoryIsCritical #SpecialCreation #EvolutionFromAccidentalMutation & #ImmaculateConceptions #SHAMEshame

SHAME ON ME, FOOLED ME TWICE

You should never, ever spit on anyone, it’s no joke, it means you want to fight or least talk small

Never meeting your match, y’all run roughshod over the minions until the bully halts all of y’all

Pinned to the canvas for the three count in the last round of the skirmish between kissin’ up kin

Assume all of the premises of your argument’s conclusion are the truth, hence, valid yang & yin.

Signs are signals to warn the observer of the caution required to move forward, full speed ahead

Pawns can keep the kings and queens in check, top secrets in one ear and out of the deaf other

Talkin’ idiots & ridiculous morons in charge of safekeeping of secrets of the spy vs. spy agency

Marvelous Time in this Space, happy to be here, now & the more I get the merrier I am, you see.

Pink or aqua blue hyperventilate to infrared and ultraviolet purple, God confused the DNA/RNA

Mirror reflects NOT what you believe you wanna be but what you appear to be in the light of day

Darkness for all, once corpus delicti releases an all too human, rubber soul, as it is, it’ll always be

Observing all the weak & the strong, not one of them survives the mortal call of skinny & porky.

On the uncertainty principle, I’m not certain of the language created by grunting & groaning yet

This right here is what we got, what we see right now, right here at an open marriage of minds

“It’s not for me to say…” therefore, I’ve given fair warning that I’m sayin’ it’s a mortal’s thin skin

Secret out in an opened safe without a lock or combination for the tumblers’ clickin’ & a clackin’.

As you were just means pretending I have not entered the room, like an invisible ghost in stealth

Fixed the gods’ credos in foreign tongues from the tower of Babel, burned the books of monkeys

That’s not being disrespectful, it’s a compliment to be a writer, author of thoughtful word funk

Nothing you’ll agree with, nothing you’ll recollect, final gasp for that air you can’t shoot or dunk.

Funkified in Iceland Africa where godsons dissolve into daily bread & lemon-lime citrus smoke

Fire in the hole, seriously folks, it as hot as #Hehl which is as hot as planet Earth’s inner sorte

Shaking with life, rattling the nerves & the hooked-up mind, who cares about nuclear code folk

Perfect licking of the world, I am on the motto, if not you then who will do it, don’t be a don’t be.

Junk in the trunk is a mission to the other side of the here & now, legends abound on the radars

Recollection of the memories no man can remember and stay sane, it’s a humdinger to be sure

Once you know, you’ll never look back, ever again, I give too much gratitude to crypt ancestors

Gods dissolve like salt in hot water, H2O’s alone, Nietzsche scored & won a top secret brochure.

Of metaphysical philosophy you asked to leak all of the archives of deadmen who got a last call

Bury you & I, but wait, I forgot what we said or that we were even here at all, it mattered a bit

Just because we all thought that we mattered to nobody anywhere else, you shoot, you’re shot

You’re a loaded pistol’s marksman shot, dribble-bouncin’ baller, naked apemen caging a ball.

Here and now found are the places and times for the reparations needed from creators of God

All the dead men’s mothers who said & wrote known as unknown, made it up writing in blood

Last ditch gasp, breathe deeply & hold it as long as you can, love adze undercover for a second

Swallow down H2O like you’re in darkness with eyes wide open, it’s over, caput, I am stunned.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 4-14-2023 AD @ 755 AMPST

{ Drafted this gem in a vacuumed four-cornered room, a fancy-pants word flambé omelet! Listenin’ to @BlindFaith #CantFindMyWayBackHome on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0VSl5m9eO1M }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SinkOrSwimToTheShore #TwistedWorthlessEvening @ACDC @DonHenley @Eagles

ON THE HONOR YOU TWISTED INSIDE OUT

Pernicious IS THE WORD, whispered out a big mouth before ‘mama’ cries, now hear this, I'm captain

Value of gold & your blood, sweat & tears labor will get you Time, don’t take it for granted, Space sin

Anything can happen & everything can change in a New York Minute, just a momentary lapse of woke

Papa watched then died, left the rest to me, it’s a dream and & it’s gonna end before you know it, bloke.

Born as free as you can be in a mitotic frenzy, a will to survive black holes of the motherless upstairs

Mortgage, rent, utilities, staples and 1/3 of every day unconscious for a we dream about the past futures

Body swaying & rocking, foot tapping, humming a few bars like a living recorder of musical scale notes

This too shall pass, nothing can live forever, nothing isn’t anything without a high substance-form hers.

Completed the mission, it’s accomplished as above, so below, the dreamer woke up, it’s nirvana’s lake

Wet but you feel dry, cold but you feel warm, loud waterfalls but you hear a quiet buzz, I put, I take

Idiotic morons not related to the ancestors, they’re the mutants who have survived the bum afterbirth

Is this the last worthless evening  or is it the first useless day of the money game, millionaires we are.

Pope to priest to father of mine, all preached the good, the bad & the ugly, here & now in perpetuity

They will not allow mankind the option to decide what is Good, Evil or a happy ending on infinity

Blood cold, dead meat, no air, hair & nails still growing as if the spirit, the soul, abandoned the host

In reality, twisted inside out is the only place of honor in the house, pull it off & up, let’s have a toast.

It’s a #420 once again, twice every day, 24/7/365 & then again, between #911s it’s a twisted joint man

One’s not for everyone, it’s more for me & others who roll with the rocks, between forces of yin & yang

Privately in public you can fix your attention & freeze-frame right there, arrested backfield in motion

Rings around the Rosie and believe me, there was a whole lot of her in the @ACDC plug, yes sir, son.

Here, there & probably everywhere I’ve never been & never will be, it’s a ninth cloud in the plethora

Rays of photons remaining one of my favorite things to see, my life comin’ down here to my 1st floor

Humming my favorite peace de resistance, it’s the @BobDylan anthem to me, pernicious way to bore

You & I flowing in the ennui, like before your ma met your pa, you weren’t even cosmic dust on shore.

Beaming the UV light from the source to the cause of the First Move on the board, be a pawn or knight

Your choice and don’t be a fool’s mate either, I’m talking about check mate as the kings’ & queen’s chit

Only One queen yet many kings to fill the function of pretending to be in charge of the very good fight

When it’s the Evil that gets the job done, spell it backward, come on now, that’s right, it’s L I V E, do it.

Pernicious as I’ve been since I discovered the Truth about being all too human, as I am, we are on par

Nothing I can do but cry, can’t mutate the function, it is done, its game, set, point, meet you at the bar

Tonight, is the night, it’s the end game’s finale, nothing will follow as quickly as it disappears in smoke

From a screaming baby out of the deep, dark womb of mama onto the funeral pyre’s fired-up #Woke.

Flew in from  Bakersfield on my griffin, t'was a good dream that I didn’t die in, didn’t live in either way

But in 5 minutes you’ll know what I knew then & know now which is all anyone can ever know today

Watch the wrinkles on your skin appear as your organic matter atrophies into the thing itself, the form It

Sword & knives to slay beasts, Chinese gunpowder for crackers only, but I take a stab as if I give a chit.

Twilight zones between fear & loathing of angelic reality of perception, I give you all too human birds

It’s a formula I can use to remedy inequality of race calculus, only I know it, it can’t be written words

Stay with me now, quality & quantity of the zeroes and ones is everything and I mean Everything Itself

Supernova this singularity, shining on like crazy diamonds, Floyd was hot as a pistol on the top shelf.

On four-thirteen of twenty-three, it’s a Thursday worth it to be or not to be, Romeo said it all full of jive

Words said as if it’s tough to recollect, yet it ain't impossible, it’ll come to me, hold on, Life's for toughs

As it was on the first day one animal figured out It wasn’t a plant & began progress to holy fluff puffs

Honor was twisted like a red licorice vine, inside out, I am in, you are out, it had to be, yeaman, ce live!

Higher and higher where your love took me, way up on the ledge of the cliff, I was a heartless hanger

Willing to move when I need to rest and to rest when I need to move, what I am is what’s in my duffle

Knowledge & wisdom in the bag, when you live and die, it’s all independent of the creator or destroyer

Happiness is all you can strive & hope for, the rest is a fool’s errand for innocence on E street’s shuffle.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, April 13th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 505 PMPST (began at #420)

{ Filled the void with words above while jammin’ to @Don_Henley #TheLastWorthlessEvening link @ https://youtu.be/j7kjHDKZpSw }

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W.W.A.R.D.?