You Are Naked, Skin's Tight, Out of Sight (Hold the dressing!) SIX GOT YOUR SIX, TWO THREE A.D.

 

 

YES, INDEED, I'M READY TO GO

Filling up my own pot of gumbo with strength to carry on in the face of pending gloom & doom

I’ve done nothing wrong other than continue to breathe in & out while others hold their breath
Goofin’ off playin’ games, playin’ sports, playin’ the players to pass the Time in Space, hand jive
Signs giving signals to stop or go, this way or that, one more time maybe two, peace honey hive.

In the forces that give no alternative to the will to power, obedience is sacrosanct to survival
Of the vermin and human, above & animated in locomotion or trivial pursuits of the recycle
Hurting when there’s pain to be felt, courting ecstasy in momentary lapses of the former high
Complete, utter mess of immobile atoms just waiting for heaven to release the royal blue sky.

Minks didn’t need their fur, right man? Sheeple didn’t need the cotton/wool mutant boll weevil
Soylent green was the conglomerate menudo of people in a terrible fix, all involved in the Mix
Cake is baked, pie is nearly done and the party ain’t ever gonna start, there’s only the One, Me
I shot a sheriff once but it was in self-defense just like in the reggae jam of the capitol offense.

I swore on a stack of bibles that I didn’t shoot the deputy but it was certainly self-defense, man
Dude put his .38 into my cheek & it freaked me out, so I nailed him up against the wall, a slam
His skull cracked only due to momentum, it was unintentional, his revolver shot him, not at me
It was him shooting & the round ricochet off of another brick on the wall, I was goin’ down, see?

Reality bytes in my data base, below and above the atomic fission, human reproduction
History and the analysis of the morons in flight from nest to nest, in search of It, Nothin’
Always deaf, dumb & blind as Father, the sailor left me all tools of gypsies, evil-live luck
If I were you, I’d be afraid, very afraid, you have no defense against the planetary crook.

Intent of the will, desire & focus on the finality of the direction only you control, grow
Up not down, no growing roots into the dirty rocks & rotten, undead T-bone marrow
Bottom line is when you get on the choo-choo train you’re gonna whoop it up to hell
Binge was the party of the decade, every ten spins around the sun, where Adam fell.

Perfectly useless to the cause and effect of the whole shebang, you said, @Daddy too
I didn’t invent the water I just turned it into wine, squeezed the grape vines into blue
Red, violet, royal purple satin and boa feathers from the birds that drop dimes on you
Just because you thought you were so pretty and lovely as the sweet honeybee stew.

Four score & seven means nothing but on the way to my own Fourscorth (80) come on
Bring it on at will, I remain One with the plan whatever it may be, start up the flyin’ nun
No stop at a time, one foot in front of the other in perpetuity ‘til the step off ol’ Stephan
As I am now is how I have always been, zygote infiltrated with a germ-sperm-worm bun.

Now or later, you & they will come to a consensus, an inevitable conclusion via true Word
Up or down the elevator of the building, ad infinitum swing of the faces of the Red Horde
Pricking the pins into the cushion until there’s no more room for any more pricks, all spent
Mirror to see your & my image, a look alike from the Past, the Future, all gods are present.

An entire vile of pills down the hatch, you think you’ll just go to sleep forever, stomach pump
Big chump can only see what’s passed in the last ten seconds, forget about the rest to recall
Being at rest or unrest can be the only concern of the civilized culture archeological deduction
That the things themselves are all gone, writing on the rock walls & tree pulp parchment fun.

Ending the origin the moment it split into more than One, two, four, six, eight & we appreciate
That without a Big Bang we’re nowhere, we’re nobody created by Nothing on a blind fig date
Myopic and monotone, it’s a bug’s existence lookin’ for a place to avoid being smashed food
Boiled, fried, BBQ’d or sundried, Nothing I’ve shat out, I allowed communion with the Good.

Give me a break or not, I don’t care to be at the mercy of expectation of the unexpected, I am
The unexpected is what I am, don’t need to expect it, I am alive in it, present in presence’s scam
Focus on the distortion, close your eyes and the mystery is solved, it’s what you see when dead
Black nonsense of the vacuum Singularity, no language there, no words, no Flintstones, Fred!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. 6-6-2023 AD @ 911 AMPST
{ Blasted out with background of @JrWalker #Shotgun link @ https://youtu.be/x8_xSZMTuKo }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

<3 <3 <3

Difference between Zero & Nothing-At-All = EverythingYouLove #jojo

SQUASH YOUR DNA FIRST, THEN EAT AT JOJO'S

I will hammer this point home like a sixteen penny spike in your #WokeArse, boy scout prepare
For the ends will justify the means, I’m going to fool the fools because they deserve the scare
Monkeys in cages or just right out in the open amongst us, on the railroad tracks, livin’ in trees
Without the branches and leaves, you are going to accept the unacceptable, got brain freeze?

You will be soon if you haven’t already been shocked by the rhythm and blues of bills paid off
Zero, nothing at all is the balance between the income & the final outcome, don’t be a groove
You’ll know what I mean by the sound of a word I say, forget about the alphabet spelling, love
Get the needle down into the circular jerk of a roundhouse, spinnin’ around below & above.

Tunnels under the grounded beings who pretend to know this & that, yet they don’t know it
Pills of smashed plants & chemicals, respective of the all too human behavior, I am what I am
Popeye my daddy, yes I said daddy again, what was he after all, origin of my guilty conscience
Mother’s holy emptiness invaded by the germ of the original sin, apple seed of the nonsense.

Hell is in the international water of Earth, you recollect the name of the beast, it’s the gods
Ones from a pre-Socratic phase of consciousness & others from the post-Malone eye pods
Backing down is not an option, the game has a certain ending, we’re all dying to survive it
Megadeath of your heart & brain, your holy soul, all of it the Matter & Energy of TNT chit.

Smithereens are all that’s left when the submarines surfaced to see the result of extinction
Of the human & every other species of animal and plant, cinders & glass beads’ last scene
Here’s the bluff, on the pretend assimilation of your ignorance, metastasized into wisdom
Know nothing about everything, given the edge on knowing it all about a Singularity bean.

As I lie blinking my blinded eyes, three of them, there’s a third eye, mid forehead to see
The invisible atoms of gas before they’ve become the mass of matter & form, A B C & D
Vowels and consonants in random order from Alpha to Zed, codes compromised a hush
Shut up, shut down, shut out of the memory to recall the reason you’re born from bush.

You have no other entryway, it’s not an alternative, it’s the one & only way for The Way
We’re not to mention every other atom on Earth will not survive the Big Whisper today
I am not just saying this for the shock value of being a harbinger of the future days of 0
Zero between the positive & the negative, on the money man, serious bones’ downlow.

Harry & Tom wonder about the poor Richard, lonely old, shriveled-up Dick the Headliner
Change of an constant Oneness isn’t possible at all, improbable at least, who’s a whiner?
It’s me when I’m young before the Age of Reason, 7 give or take a year, y’all google me
All a cosmic void, the killer of the innocent and the wild, only strongest survive a while.

Bloody wars, peaceful battles ‘tween wild & innocent ones, Jack off of a Jersey boardwalk
I found her lurking in California, by the beach, near the Lake of Folsom, I didn’t get to stalk
You got me before I had the chance to think for myself about the merge from two to One
Now, decades after the trip on fantastic light, I have the lexicon, I have the .357 & .44 gun.

Chicago rivers and suburban lakes of rainfall that won’t quit until the Earth ceases to be
As above so it is below, 24/7 of every spin and wobble, we’re all ready to go, or we ain’t
Either way, the traffic is coming at you & I head-on, close your eyes and you’re still Woke
It helped you so much while you were awake at the church of the gods, not One, Many.

Hard or soft rocks & airheads on top of bodies of 208 bones, camping in California tents

Orange, red & royal blue plastic propped up by #HomeDepot clothes-pins’ cyclone fence
Out your mind, out of body experience by God’s dead friends, enemies & distant kinfolk
Amnesia state of I forgot about all my karma, I forgive myself for ignorance, drink Coke.

So reactive with the tongue, the gums, the esophagus down to the final exit, stage right
Pink punks and purple people eaters will to survive the eternal nights of vampire fights
High School & the reward of the PhD for the commitment to nine years of development
Perfection & defection from the most fit to survive causes inevitable effects, DNA spent.

Let me distort this prolegomenon for you, I’ll squiggle it until its pulp is unrecognizable
Trampled down, pulverized to the point of invisible distortion, broke-danced us for fun
No distinction once mash-liquidized into plasma flowin’ instinct from a ding-dong bell
Nothing can’t exist at all without everything being here & now, the dead never do tell.

That sign back there that we just passed said, “Eat At Joes” didn’t it? Did you see it?
No, didn’t think so, I’m talkin’ to myself, yankin’ my own chain, it ain’t my fault though
It’s all about the Artificial Intelligence of the agency who spies on your mother’s coffin
Making sure you don’t bury the corpse with the evidence, the clue to the mystery kin.

 
Last detail I have is that you’re too divinely damned stupid to understand, morons explain
Still, you & I have no problem breakin’ it down to the minions, I hold all of y’all in disdain
As if that matters at all to anyone, come on man, you know you’re ambivalent so, go chill
In the deep cooler, where the fresh don’t spoil due to a function of heat, it’s my free will.

Causing the rigor mortis, burnt into the atmosphere or burial underground or at deep sea
Potash mishmash, pulverized skin & bones, skull to metatarsal, no regard for the you or me
Beams of coherent light from outer space’s Void, no kidding, intelligence can’t be above us
Joe’s closed for business, no more free lunches, dinners or snacks, off the fOqin’ magic bus.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, June 5th 2023 AD @ 911 AMPST

{ Created without artificial intelligence (@AI) just my own inferior assumptions and agreement with @ImmanualKant & the concept of metaphysical nonsense link @ https://youtu.be/Yntk1Zi6iC4 & @AldousHuxley #BraveNewWorld video link @ https://youtu.be/BogN9yGzokU }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

HE AIN'T A PHILOSOPHER MAN!  COME ON GIRL!

NORMAL FREAK ACID ORANGE SUNSHINE #PopACapPop @WARtheBandLIVE @BBKingLIVE #GhostTown

ONLY ON THE ONE HAND & NOT THE OTHER

Once upon fake fear’s time, I woke up in a dream, it was goofy but there was a war of machines at battle

For birthright to do anything at all, Will to Power could achieve by force without fear of kissin' a little
Nothing personal but the herd is the people & like cattle, they’ll follow rear-ends ahead, just sayin’, done
Not that it’s right or wrong to do, to follow the creed of an unknown dead man or woman, no good reason.

Now & then, this & that must be put in places, in one form or another, alive or dead, above or below fights
Science & Mathematics should get you involved in a matrix long enough to accumulate golden right bytes
Completely complex beyond the range of superhuman comprehension, gas blows middle of a glow, here
Blues run through perceptions & recollections of the program on a screen’s door of perception, no fear.

7 wishes to meet the origin of Cosmos, fact to face without watchin’ bullets fly by my eyes, powder flash
Shopping scams to weasel the hard-earned gold & silver certificates from poor, feckless ma & daughters
Went through all the motions of queens & kings who inherited a kingdom, an illegitimate child spawn
Born to be poor women who had babies for barren rich women, daughter's lives of robber baron pawns.

Fork in the pasta or in the road, either way we’ll need to jam it in, twirl it around a few times,  a la dente
With succu succulent sauce from the fresh garlic pot of tomato paste & meatballs of cows, tubesteak spent
Immersed in this impressive & important feast of saints, I ate the funk one more time, an unholy blessing
Saying grace of thanks to Powers that be, supplying what keeps after Life alive in forms or not, singing!

We've been raisin’ our hands since K-12, low to high school rewarded & punished for success at it all
No matter which subject, there’s a predicate & an object, direct or indirect, it'll modify dreamscape real
Small or large modifications of the genome are accidents, good for the end purpose of an dead ink blot
Just what you needed to begin the journey on your knees, beggin' for more than we deserve like it or not.

Pink or blue twins or all yellow & green for the triplets, nice job mother of them all, she’s black & blue
Hurts to be the only way to get a baby born, suffering carrying the load wanting freedom from holy clue
So, you’re fickle, it’s all about a relation to yo' mama's thighs, between 'em down to a holy womb tomb
Where some come & others get down, sliding & twisting on the dance floor, knockin' boots in a room.

 

I knew it & I guess that I’d forgotten, sometimes I get it wrong, but I got an A for All inhumane effort
Dry yellow hills climbed, coasted down to the end of the race, it ends the same, I wake up, I got hot legs
Like guilty innocent buzz & the stoned ignorant misinformed, blind faith leaps of faith in old Jesus’ sort
As you are, boy, girl, man, woman, priest, minister, preacher of killers, evil alive, devil-food, dozen eggs.

Barefoot & born to Woman & thereafter feet growing in geometric progression to spin & wobble seizes
Complicated by emotional breakdowns in store due to expectations of unreasonable & mortal freezes
Pulling it all together & zippering it up to lock & load lead & powder in a musket blunderbuss, short skirt
Harmony & melody familiar to even deaf & dumb as I am, beer, whiskey, wine & hot buds out the dirt.

Short of a 12 pack again, can’t be another one down the road after the last dirty dozen pains in the rear-end
Not their fault that they couldn’t control fear & loathing of being out of control, no prison cell’s dead end
Pants on the ground of being because you’re a moody home boy, you can’t read with stigmatized eyes
Space between your ears is the same distance between a Milky Way & a stack of King James’ bibles lies.

Sphere or square, all of the points & lines will merge into a black hole singular, it's all One & the same 
Day one until doomsday, brings peace & allowance of all, themselves to be what they are, just because
You got no choice, to intervene puts the karmic load on you, stoke happy smoke burnt for the high guy
Old man, my dad, nope, he was a young 24-year-old US Navy Vet, son of a fire chief #CFD, he was fly.

Higher C-notes than Benjamin, vamanos, a matter of time in empty space, Do, Re & Mi go have a bawl
Truth is the springs are wet as the ocean by a beach, fresh water without the salt, we'll die without it all
In a bottle, in a glass or right out of the spick-et we need & we want it, thirsty Will, Power, magic spell
Fall asleep, tired & needing a recharge of consciousness, RIP & rest up before you gotta go to Hehl!

Death is all we’ve got to eat to remain alive, here & now because if death isn’t available, we’ll die a pup
Handles to grab & carry potfuls of dreams that got caught in nightmares I had on Elm Street, straight up
For the sake of fathers & mothers who remained together through thick & thin, salute y'all in a dead pool
Highlighted the lower forty black lights & found out in short order that a function of Word is rollin’ cool.

Watching the time that’s all good roll on down the road, mid or side streets, don’t matter mate, I’m pickin’
Grinnin’ too even if nothing is funny, it won’t hurt much once you stopped breathing & negative thinkin’
Sweet little angel flapped & spread her wings around me, feathers put my knees into jello shots of TNT
All I ever need now, 24/7/365 is that sweet, soul melody playin’ heart strung strings, thirty of the top forth.

Finish line was way back there, I saw it when I passed but I was goin’ double time, so it all slowed down
As if it wanted to reverse time & go backward into the past like a magnetic tape rewind, reel to reel brown
Captured highs & lows that were inaudible on vinyl, plastic or paper matte to keep a needle in a groove
Creatures made from nothing but orgasm, one day to thousands of good & bad years, nothing to prove.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 4th 2023 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Dropped out of the sky this afternoon while I was listenin’ to @BBKing #GotABadCaseOfLove link @ https://youtu.be/Y_sQWnUpB4U }
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W.W.A.R.D.?