I hold you all directly responsible for this sugar diabetes Easter surprise, sugar, sugar fruits
Symptoms you fake to call in sick to your laboratory of making gold out of leaden, dead gold Homer’s dream ended just like this, the Iliad’s Odyssey gives the gift that keeps on giving fits To the ones who claim to be closest to the creator of the solar system, my daddy, you’re old!
In the synchronization of unseen, invisible gears that connect to one another to roll a 10-speed Over a hundred kilometer’s particles spread out into the void, you look blindly at a good deed Happy or sad, you scare the children, they grow into fearful adults, good job for a good ol’ fool Think you’re Bullwinkle the moose, Mr. Know-It-All actually stands ignorant of a wisdom school.
Close your eyes even if you’re blessed with 20/20 vision or enlightened insight & then you see Everything is nothing, how things appear to be, hear sound, smell odor, taste the mouth’s water So, the buds were tended to, the chemicals to get higher than Mt. Rainier’s peak, above as below Everyone knows it, you & I will disappear on time, enjoy the moments’ days of the veal-calf cow.
Force of gravitational collapse cannot be countered with a force of exploding, atomic expansion Acting on the stage from the play’s opening scent to the finale, getting’ ready to make a big deal Trading in my grace-filled mortal and venial sins for the original sin of the pretend 1st Ma & Papa Therefore, do what you want to do, do your thing, examine your heart & soul, the sun is #TheRA!
Walking just to run away in the opposite direction of the chasers, they want to bury you deeper Below the uttermost echelon of the underground pit, inside of the core of the eggs inside of her DNA/RNA, called Effulgence, One, cosmic code-punch in God’s groin, ejaculated a quiet murmur Bleeding out, let it bleed out, it’ll end all pleasure of suffering without a reason, I’m a star surfer!
Stuck my board into the sand and surf, broke my skull and had the steel plate inserted for survival Luck has my mind and brain in it’s invisible hands, my fortune is being in the right place’s high time As above it is empty, so below it remains as empty as above, observe the obvious, you got so lucky If mothers & fathers waited one more day or not waited & aborted conception’s moment, I’d see.
Jelly is soft and hardened in an oven like your arteries inside of your 100 degree flesh & bone dust Macroscopically or microscopically within the matrix, causes precede effects & infinite moves rust Stopping the First Cause’s First Move & affecting the bottom lines of the third dimensional shapes Infrared to ultraviolet photons collapsing into the Singularity without warning, let’s go you Apes!
by r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 5-2-2023 A.D. @ 911 AMPST { Fished these dangling modifications out of nowhere, while jammin’ to @OsborneBrothers #ShootMeStraight link @ https://youtu.be/fUv3J4PVsyk }
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 }
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
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