#FactsGetInTheWay #TenMillionLiarsTellingTheTruth #IdiotsMated #HonorExtinction #WORDupCreek #GittinKorny #KinksApeman

THIS IS ONE MORON WHO SUCKS HIND-TEAT, word-up

If you know nothing about anything then you know more than I do, I’ve got no street credibility
I know everything about the ghetto that I need to know, they want who & what I got there, dope
Ways and means committees of the gangland let their mothers roll their buggies down Antelope
Elkhorn is a one under par hole in one to the center of the green hole above the deep, blue sea.

Fortress found with blankets draped over the dining room table & chairs, hiding ultraviolet light
As if you hide from others they’ll not see or hear you, they’ll not seek under your barrier’s blight
Not that you’re a dog or a cat but you oversee their lives, aid survival, avoid extinction’s low blow
Capital letters, vowels & consonants formed words, sentences, paragraphs & dirty-bird text flow.

Hard to know the power of mankind if you’re not here on Earth but there’s no other way to discover
Species’ coded to function in replication of the DNA/RNA in perpetuity but mutation caused Cancer
Out of control, no order in the replication copies, random chaos in microscopic form is like yo’ mama
Those who use fightin’ words want a battle, it’s on & off, it’s in & out, gotta use my black belt, papa.

Nobody who felt metatarsals upside of their head ever got up off of the ground, knocked the chip off
Your shoulder was too weak to keep it up off of the ground, it was teetering & wobbling like a jack Ove
An egg, one ova began the evolution mutation of random recombination & direct death of fair game
You ain’t speaking with a forked tongue any longer, I comprehend every note you play on the fame.

Far out to be too close for me, orbiting around a sunny star, it’s a dream come true, I’m in one now
Can’t wake up but I stay as #Woke as I can in this mud, blood & near beer & liquor of fermented dirt
Out here outside of your back door, it’s all going to be fine, the trash man keeps the rats away today
They’ll make a comeback for bubonic plague distribution, suckin’ on hind teat, what does a Fox say?

Filled up the tanks with fuel, hydrogen, oxygen and permutations of the ebb and flow, cocks kick back
Early in the AM, all day, every day, it’s a cock-a-doodle-do to me and to you, in the hood, got the sack
Good to be in the middle of a bull’s refused arguments for the nature of being good, evil or ugly teen
In the hunks and chunks cut up from the whole thing when it was a conglomerate of wasted fusion.

Balls to the four walls, up and down, ceiling to floor, leveled the field to honor the maids and butlers
Or mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers who remain above or below this rocky dirt of Earth, I’m hers
She’s the only one that matters other than my S.O., love of my existence’s ebb and flow of intellectuals
Into an empty vortex of a Singularity, judge the dead heads, play the game with no facts or any rituals.

Hall empty, rooms’ doors locked tight, shut-up to keep out robbers of books & pencils, Ed, you & Kate
Busted by the herd’s instinct I inherited from the herd that moved my parents to mate & brood boys
And girls who find other boys to make other girls and boys, ad infinitum, but why? Nobody can know!
That’s the only good thing about this predicament, it will end, that we do know, we see the dead go.

Pints, quarts, gallons, liters and tons of idiots’ and morons’ contagious blather, filling vacuumed Space
With frozen dirty, crumble of the highest gods who move when they are unmoved, kissin’ my old face
Underneath the blankets, undercover of a masquerade you wake up in, hold a vigil & stay woke to die
Blueberry, raspberry, apple or cherry, it’s a bush or tree with sweet fruit that becomes it, what’s that?

If you don’t know, I don’t care, your agreement isn’t required by the cosmos nor the ants on the hill
I agree with the disagreement regarding the nature of beasts & their ultimate destiny, fire up the grill
We kill the living and eat it for breakfast, lunch and supper, say prayers to thank the gods for the food
Without it and the fresh, septic, unpolluted H2O, life on Earth ends bitterly, thirst for Me? I’m good!

by
r j j stephan, i

 
c. Lundi, MAYDAY 5-1-23 A.D. @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted @TuckerCarlson's post-termination #FOXwhisperers @https://youtu.be/N32UPXGChgo }

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

#HaveYourCakeAndEatItToo #HumanAutomatedLife H.A.L. #MustBeLove #ItTalksLikeLove @XTeena

APOSTASY IN THE SKY & ON THE GROUND, ALL EUGLENA MUST DIE

In flight, once and for all because the One is for All & All of us are for the One whose mind has blown
Up, down, in and out are no matter for the energy bursting out of hot gas in a vacuum of God’s moan
Proof ain't necessary for your or my curious consciousness, blind faith or scientific vortex of photons
All or none at all of any of it, me & you included in the propositional logic, therefore, we are Martians.

I have no proof other than the books written by the dead men who left the Words in the Books I read
Now, I pass it on to the others who ain’t found out about the body’s emotional rescue & heart tattoo
Above this plane of 3-dimensional Time in Space, I don’t care right now 'less I’m in charge & dead
Therefore, as I am on the continuum of breathing & heart beating, I avoid the plague of the dreaded.

Confucius confuses Confucius-style, posed a true challenge to a word salad theory of the long gone
Cause or effect of Nothing at all, insignificant or not, a matter of fact, if you seal your lips, don't moan
In or out of the ghetto for an end-result of burning to ash or embalming the carcass, to The End Time
You & I got the ticket now get aboard, it just can’t be this way, Life's all there is then I’ll drop a dime.

Young and following Orders of the commanders, obediently cheerful in neutrality of rhythm & rhyme
Because if & only if you are in stealth mode of existence will you be invisible to the minions’ of Time
All or none at all, All for One & One for All is no joke man, it’s the motto of the holy seats of the holier
I am, haven’t been holy since serving Catholic mass in Latin at 13 years in 1965, drank wine & beer.

Here’s a confession in a confessional, on my knees begging for divine-human forgiveness, Life suck
Disobeyed the rules & the laws when nobody was watching me, nobody judged my behavior or luck
Being in the right place at the wrong time, easy to repeat errors in perpetuity, changing One’s names
Every day dawn to dusk of Earth’s spun to wobble around in circles, electromagnetic mind games.

Now then, truth be told to the minions I care about, my brothers & sisters, sons, daughters & friends
Everybody will die just like the food we all eat, we’ll disappear into the bowels of Earth, dust or ashes
Fortune groomed your coiffure and if you don’t like that, you just don’t like pretending to be, askew
They have downloaded commandments of behavior to avoid temporal and eternal punishment Ends.

Beating a dead horse means little but a stupid-arsed beater of lifeless forms, a not-for-profit off it
To be or not to be a dope, to smoke dope, to release the dopamine hounds into conscious s#it profit
Meaning you’re set with room & space of infinite satiation with Nothing but peace & silent melody
On the pain & suffering, let philosophers analyze my smoke, on their Last Day, even blind do see.

Down & out train on the track stays on the rails from the origin to destination, it’s a funk depot
Tricky trouble hookin’ hostess’ treats at forks in the road, trim God’s intended payoff, headshot
Nobody wants to be so unhappy, we avoid unhappiness like a plague, God’s Love’s a mass killer
I got nothin’ but conclusions, exceptions to the Truth about what it is, to be a real good sinner.

I rocked around the tricky race track backwards, counterclockwise busted out down a middle path
Off to the far left & far right, I swam deep in the grit and grime, hallucinated #Woke god solo-wrath
Don’t swear, don’t forbid the linguistic track of the holy ears, holier than thou, holy of holies dorms
It’s quiet and silent where there’s nothing at all, talking and then it’s corpus delicti casting worms.

No answer on the telephone anymore, I ring you all the time, it’s probably blocked now, so she sees
Thank you and thank the gods above and below this whole shebang of Madonna and Elvira’s screes
Fools survive just like heroes of our own skin and bones, mothers, fathers, test tubes of philosophia
Future’s comin’ down turnpikes, expressways, freeways, interstates & Outerspace thrusts of a Tesla.

It ain’t my business to examine human funny business gramma told me about, I ate all the ice cream
Deeper than a human needs to go, at the bottom where there’s plenty to see & feed on, it's all-dream
Messed up ordeals' chaos & general disorder of things, empty mind’s eyes seeing real things' dope
Spinning dirt, people don’t give a da#n, nowhere but here, wisdom's busted holiness, pop a Pope.

Taken away by free will to places far from home, then returned back to a world’s #DontGiveADamn
I scored enough to have inseminated a city of lies, DNA population extinction of clowns , #SamIAM
Pleasure to watch all of the suffering legends & unknowns lost in ash woodwork, forests trees I burnt
However you arrive at yall’s destiny, free choice to be an underground maggot, destiny all learned.

To fear all humans is the ticket to The End of Life as you know it, your predecessors’ germination jerk
To loathe humanity is a ticket to unbalance a scale of Spirit’s oneness, won’t be able to eject spasms
Exit of the stage to your right, never to your left, that’s an entrance to the scene of a crime's orgasms
Only you know what you know but in reality, don’t know anything about anything, a piece of work.

Filling stations ae empty of the fuel that fire burns to power wheels of fury from places in holy Space
Inner or outer shelves of planetary solar ash, left over Big Bang garbage, intentionally all unintended
Firm tongue in cheek for the Truth, it’s incredible that you & I are orphans of the ancestor’s God face
As if we needed to be conceived & born to Cause Effects which are not your fault, cool tool of H.A.L.

A computer chip which survives without fire or water or air, a functional thought fade, a First Cause
Goddess to kill for, invisible to me & you I think yet able to order and oblige the leery, veal-calf Boss
High frequency or low wavelength you control, these are the rules of the game you’re in, win always
No other choice is available, losers are all extinct, only winners were strong, winners survival phase.

Lovers granted the brief moments of apart togetherness & the spoils of merging into an efficient tool
Of what’s said by the cool, warm words of the fools in the masquerade, thinkin’ they got forever too
It's already gone, a star blows up & here we are, understand a reason for carrying on, masqueraded
Mask on & mask off, skull, crossbones, carpels & metatarsals getting & giving us the Jazz, 'til dead.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, IV-XXX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

 F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

SEE NOTHING, DO NOTHING, NOTHING CAN BE EVERYTHING #GypsyMan @Springsteen @Bryant

GETTING AHEAD OF BEING FOOD, ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE DEATH
Just like every other day and night of our lives, this day & night will be gone to hell
We will all meet that identical fate of our predeceased ancestral inheritance gold
Silver bullets inside and outside of the body of the men, they’re all just so GD old
Mothers left those soldiers in the pits with the idiots & morons they love so well.

Identification of the unknown is the first step to the knowledge of the power in It
Unknown to the idiots and morons, if you’re not one then forget about it, bet chit
On the pot, raise the bets, all in for the final call, it’s a royal flush or four aces’ GIN
Rummy or a dummy playin’ the 52 or a 48 card deck, keepin’ the score of Shogun.

Warriors with swords, knifes, gunpowder, poison and firearms of antibody troops
Sons and daughters of men and women who follow the law, all facts of life’s stoop
Mugs of your head, containers of your liquid, flavor colored teat milk or water too
All concocted for the thirst of being all too humane, a funk of airless, drought goo.

One to the Many, All for One & One for All, a musketeer candy bar, smooth as silk
Strict mother and father got me ready for the days after they left the planet alive
Stronger than death, they are awake with live angels and immortal do-rag gangs
Taking what you can’t, clothes, friends, mates, charge park cars, boys’ overhang.

Bills & the payments due are all paid in full, got no debt to any except the reaper
Tried to deal with the devil but the invisible spirits appear as the dead do, to me
Yet to you, you pray to dead ancestors and saviors of your ilk but it ain’t my thing
Hey man, hold on to your hats, it’s all about Women, how they feel, good lookin’.

All in your own due time, it’s a spatial neglect requirement to waterfall at the dam
Giving and taking everything in eyesight, all you can handle and keep safe at home
Without weapons, all you’ve got is feet & hands, so Evil life is here to cut ‘em off
Guillotine heads, just the basket cases to be buried, perishing the thoughts, I am.

I ran with bulls and the scat of mankind, memorized the empty, holy vacuum hole
Slipped into that darkness both before and after @WAR, a thing, my thing, my role
To see inside of the hole, at the center where nothing is, drank bad whiskey & rye
Smoked Mary, she let me pet her slowly, she jumped my bones, man, that’s no lie.

Here’s the rest of the word salad before the entrée and desert you’ve never tasted
Junk in the rear end or backside of the trailer park, city suburban blast of the dead
Going and gone nowhere, came out of nowhere so there’s an understanding there
You can’t go somewhere with nowhere to go, I know, you know it, God don’t care!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, April XXIX (29th) MMXXiii Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Grass grown high, it’s a 1969 graduation, 1974 discharge, a UFO in flight, #ToGo …Jacked this up while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #SpillTheWine LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/NCn7uXElnH0 }

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