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EVOLUTION MYTHOLOGY DEBUNKED, BUZZWORD FLAMBE
Form of the thing itself is invisible to the mentally ill, now you see it & now you don’t
Magic spell cast by Natural Selection of One’s accidental starburst of holy matrix font
In a swirl kind of vortex going nowhere else but everywhere possible in a vacuum slit
Got a hot mike, broadcasting moonlight from midnight to dawn’s early, hot starlight.

Funky means evil, bad blood, rancid soul & what you need to do to remain above dirt
Feelings about the nature wanting to break you down with disease & a starched shirt
A poisoned DNA & RNA gone down a drain, you are a fool or an evil genius who cares
One gorgeous George, Father of Bankrolls & Payrolls, killer gorillas bitten nightmares.

Eat hunted game, nylon netted, innocent fish all cleaned & fried, drunk on ginger ale
Funk of models & gym rats who killed the living & ate the dead meat in Time’s Space
Copy of original signals at the traffic stop signs, word or flashing yellow, green or red
All outside of the atmosphere, out your mind and body, soul shines until you’re dead.

Pork & beef, what the forms come down to before they digest into the dung of angels
Put in the matter that turns fecal and gets flushed into the outhouses, far, far away too
Out of sight & downwind from the perpetual ivory towers built above the mud & blood
Here’s a clue, it’s no secret, know Nothing & you glean the Truth, I ain’t in the GD Mood.

Six senses to perceive this seafoam production, life on Earth is all of it within the plants
Animals are a byproduct of the evolution of eating & defecating the Live Art & Dead Ids
Fried potatoes, burnt marshmallows, froze bananas, come on man, we got to be better
Monkeys in apelike repetition of their ancestral DNA/RNA of cellular dysfunction butter.

Fear, loathing, love and reproduction of the germs to be or not to be, licensed her drive
From sixteen to seventy-six, it’s cool to be loved and hated, it’s better than an alternative
Girls make a boy crazy, without being crazy you are sanely insane as the rest of it is Fake
Stupid, idiotic, as I am so you are, wake up the #Woke, shake it up, come on now, Shake!

Apocalyptic just like every other day in the past and all in the future, it’s over easy, sonny
You keeled over about one second after I exposed you to the Truth, sweet as bee’s honey
Taverns on every corner, my corner, your corner, every block, every mile west to the lake
Fishy stockyard stench, windy city Chicago Indian bad smelt’s alewife word-up, ain’t fake!

Buns have meat in between their surfaces, there we’ve smeared pickles & fairy’s tall tales
Hairy legs get cut off at the knees, there’s no way to walk around or run around with Sue
She wouldn’t quite come with me when the time was right, it was always my happy trails
I followed the middle path, never fell, got to the end, rang the bell, it was two Hell’s bells.

Woke up, got #Woke, awakened the sleeping giant who would crush the unseen midgets
Too small to see or hear, couldn’t have dialogue with the invisible dots, only one way to go
Which way is up, it’s not down or sideways therefore it’s the only way left to test gadgets
Library deleted, erased, disappeared into dead air, in the trunk’s a spare & I’ve gotta blow.

You believe the cape and cowl have a presence underneath It, yet you’re deceived in funk
Freaks and the compliant followers of the gods and devils of mankind, rule this slam dunk
Bills paid, gold melted down into a lead metal of heavy hitters, rolled, smoked, coughed up
Harm & aid to families, extinction is immanent using fear & loathing of burnt leaf THC 7up.

There’s no doubt about it, there’s not going to be a debate with the pros & cons of Matrix
Wish and intent to cause the good to be and the evil to not be as ugly as the central dicks
Voted in or killing the opposing heads of states, command & demand obedience, my spell
Thru capillaries’ slip-stream of 1’s & 0’s illogical, subatomic Funk in Hell? Loaded, oh Lord!

Pumps up the cold water & hot air, into a sewer of the dead and gone matter, I am the blood
Fished the thoughts in the sea of the mind with bait, caught my limit under a hoodoos hood
Culture glory ride, here in this outerspace spun top so that the One gets too dizzy to be The One
Covered-up zero, two, four, then eight, mathematical progress all ENDS, I’m Adam’s dead son!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 4-26-2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Jammed to the VIBRATIONS of the Mighty @Temptations https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60 }

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Bushels & Pecks #WhereYouAreIsWhereIWannaBe #MyFourLeafClover #Stapleton

LUCKY PENNY, 151 rum & coke

a peck YIELD STICKS & STONES

From the intent to yield the will to the power that causes the intended effects
To the actual reality right there in front of your face, blinded by the light & sex
A heist cannot be secret, silent or mum you can count on the deaf & the dumb
Like me or you or anyone else on a square trip’s Outerspace, away from a tomb.

Contextualize it, put and take the dice into the run-on sentences you dribble out
Dime-Store Buddha playin’ riffs for your gramma & daughter, your full of doubt
Doom cannot replace the glee of your apricot haze smoke; it’s comin’ wait for it
You have no choice now, you’re past the doomsday clock hands and digital chit.

How is it all going to end when you don’t know how it all began, it’s all irrelevant
What is relevant is did you did what you had to do on your trip to this reality rant
North to south poles, Earth spins & wobbles an axis’ perpetual tail wag, brain-dead
Get straight, chum it’s a necessary condition for pounding sand, camel-smokin' head.

Bartering your possessions, you imagine you’re deserving of, yet you’re not, loser
No woman on Earth was a man before conception, it’s either XX or XY, you hoser
Triggered by sounds out of the two lips blabbering the doomsday treason of Evil
Live spelled backward remains the same, good, bad or ugly, a crimson red devil.

Society and culture began with an ape and there we are, beginning with the 7/11
Ringing loudly for a NY minute in New York or L.A., I catch, I throw & hit a hardball
Homer, walk, hit by pitch, single, double, triple, fielder’s choice, sacrificial 3 strikes
Of a cage, bullpen, dugout or any ‘ol hole in the ground or above it, up to heaven.

Some girls know and some don’t, all of them live & die just because the sun burst
Heal wounds before blue blood turns to a dark, red pool of liquid vampire thirst
Nickels on a dime, I give you either ten dimes or twenty nickels, I penalize pennies
For the haters who love anyway, lighting up a fresh cigar, freshly twisted tween-ex.

Usurped my sap, as if I was an old tree dug roots into sticks, stones & kins’ bone
Hidden from the prey and predators, far away so they can’t even take a best shot
Rotting away with or without the Formaldehyde effect, looked good in a microdot
The split and merger all dead and gone, fired away and the Earth One’s all done.

by
r j j stephan, i

 

c. Mercredi, April 26th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Platonic & Socratic treatment of #TheWordSalad tossed w/o accountability jammin’ to https://youtu.be/rMMXoCuwcOM #BrokenHalos @Chris_Stapleton link @ https://youtu.be/Cfx_H7F-O3s }}
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FOR LOVE, LEAD & LOUISE @NeildeGrasseTyson novel/audiobook #StarryMessingerCosmicPerspectivesOnCivilization #21 Full Episodes of #FamilyGuy #GDHappiness

REALITY’S UNREAL PERCEPTION OF NUTS & FRUITS

Faux people you & I know, none of ‘em my friends or acquaintances, never learn the lesson
From kindergarten & head start on through the K to 12 system of the paper boys and girl scouts’ fun
Out of 2nd city ghetto by the lakes & oceans of the seven seas, searched for the miracles of H2O & me
Lost and found it all and then the next moment, before I knew it, I had it all once again, bird & bee.

Mighty apes in jungles, caves & cages pretending not to be offended by the stink of the Gunga Dins
Paupers & kin of the barons & lords of the land of Washington, Lincoln & The All, a mortality of sins
Six other continents full of foreigners who have nothing more nor less than nothing at all, dream life
Inside either a ghetto or a condo, house or mud hut, nothing in the end of You matters to your wife.

Think that you’re more than a moron or an idiot is fine but they’re also humans created via DNA skin
Mother and fathers of the infinite’s fear and trembling inherited by way of an orgasm of an organism
It’s all in the bag of weeds’ buds, existential angst and the middle path of the only way to come down
Light in the darkness helps but it’s a pathos and an ethos of the finite view of the infinitely unknown.

Woke up and then there was nothing left to do since the infinite was #Woke, as above it’s like below
Here and now was like and will be like then and there, before or after this very second’s Below Blow
Seeing light even when darkness is everywhere inside the doors of extrasensory perception, 3rd eye
Paradox is that you need to know what you can’t know for certain, come uncertainty principle of pi.

Evil is LIVE spelled backward, oh so dreadful because they seem to be opposites, but they’re identical
Leaving you with a despair of your spirit which misassumed that Life meant more than nothing at all
Replaced despair with happiness like the future shock of realizing that mortality’s one life is everyone
You’re on Earth whether you know it or not, you’re lost in Space with a Time out, God’s One, It’s done.

Gigabytes of data underneath the subterranean anxiety of the conscious matrix, God as we know it
Mighty spades and whiteys movin’ the fire baptism onto the extreme unction anointing of divine chit
Resist the love and hate only if you’re dead and gone, resistors can’t resist the carpetbaggers of Mars
Extinction’s conjunction, Matter germs & Form funk, atomic fission & fusion concocted reason’s scars.

Lucky & grateful to have benefited from the sixteen years of American enculturation, goin’ to a Gogo
Trust is all we have when we depend on anyone other than our own true self, you never know it all
Responsible for nobody else’s obligations other than my own, I have retired from being obligated too
Never will you ever see me fail because that’s as crazy as the fortuitous coincidence of meeting you.

I’m neither nut nor fruit although I ingest & defecate between imbibing hydrogen, oxygen & tequila
Offers for interstellar Space travel have me turned down, requiring death of skin & gods of Valhalla
If it’s to be or not to be, my choice is To Be & to avoid the Not to Be, survival of the most fit monkey
Epic ending The End, amoral skulls & bones godsmacked into a hidden safe place by a skeleton key.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 4-26-2023 Anno Domini @ 659 AMPST

{ Extracted jammin’ to @Sam_Hunt #BodyLikeABackroad link @ https://youtu.be/pLV7CkmS5cM }
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