I AM, YOU ARE, WE ARE, THEY ARE, NOBODY IS! #StayOffTheGrasse @NeildeGrasse

#C-Word Salads On The Kings Table

I believed in this, nothing, know nothing about anything and be certain about It forever
So be close to nothing as possible, close to the end of the metabolized germs holy fever
As above where your parents thrive or below where siblings high dove off the low boards
Bouncing up, down, up and down in a skeleton crunching spin, into jackknifed, red hordes.

I’ve no business or concern about the afterlife where nothing is, nothing goes or ever will be
Dreaming about the beating ear drums pounding the wisdom & knowledge in and out of me
Fair or not, this is the way it is, a social and economic slit to fit the unpondered, illegitimates
As apes, naked except for residual follicular activity of evolution & random natural selection.

Boredom will be the key, just move from one unfavorable space to another, invisible soul food
Interests atrophy, swirling down the spin into an echelon of dirty words, dirty jokes of the rude
Know it, remember, recall it, never forget the things that want your life out of a soft, tiny boner
Never inseminated eggs full of hormones in a petri dish, a virgin’s DNA, God’s myth, MAN losers.

Crowd is over there and I am over here, far, far away from the throng, I’m watchin’ the day go by
My compass’ direction is North, West or East…never, ever South, I ain’t goin’ down for anybody
On another hand, there’s the Truth afoot, it’s a rational deduction from the assumed word salad
Dreaming you’re awake, recollect no past life afore this One God Virgin birth, It’s All good? Egad!

Therefore, before I was alive and after I die, none of the Earth’s activity will mean anything at all
It ain’t my fault, I’m just observing the perceivable perceptions everyone perceives, havin’ a ball
Winning and losing are the Ends, playing the game is optional, you see your chance & you take it
If you are snoozing, you can count on losing, it’ll be too late before you know it, step up, #NoS#it!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, April 27th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0755 PST
{ Thumbs Up! Got down in the middle of chaos, jammin’ to @Sammy link https://youtu.be/Mdh2p03cRfw categories sorted into Order, you’re out of Order! }

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#JustFaxJax #BrothersInAfrica #BrothersInAsia #BrothersInEuropa #BrothersInAmericas #BrothersInSouthNorthPoles @SacramentoKings

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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