Bamboo Under Fingernails Hurts Until You Die in Viet Nam; #ThankMeForYourService #MeInAPhotoUSAF1974 after the Viet Nam War #Goin'BackToTheWorld

SERIOUSLY?

Hurricanes and twisters caused a counter-evolution of dirt on Earth’s surface
Found behind a tree underneath deep roots where the sun doesn’t save face
Looking into the black, inner world that cancels culture & the light of the moon
The Kid knows it all, everything, who, what, why, where now ahoy swabbies!

Hillbillies playing the welfare system just like the millennials & bicentennials
Baby boomers are nearly spent, they’re gonna dare to leave the weak alone
They cannot read language, they cannot count numbers or solve equations
Of unknowns, of course & the obviously known, no extra sensory perceptions.

I shook the cherry tree and got enough for three pies ready to pop into the kiln
Can’t be anything like mother’s pie, it’s gotta be better, maybe twice as good
All in the mind, through the path of doors to perception & feedback of illusion
What you think you are, that’s all you’ll ever be, keep it in mind for certainty.

Points of the Singularity in your deep, black hole appear to be monster mash
Buried more or less in time to avoid the foul odor of death, costs 10-20 g’s cash
Remains go & come in a financial option, give up all of your value, underground
Above & below my station of this iron cross, makin’ the sign of the cross’ sound.

All of my ancestors are mostly dead & gone, very few even recognize my kin-face
Lookin’ like a cross between rolling stones names Ma & Pa, all red leather & lace
I’m kind of a Maserati shuffled into an American, second city pedigree of human
A machine, hot off of the production line, ready to go, pedal to the metal if I can.

Oh it’s goin’ over 135 now, not even shakin’ yet, there it goes, we do back flips
Flip, flipped on the helicopter transformer, the gyro up righted the cabin’s dips
Now I’m doin’ 40 nots & it won’t be long until the invisible pad rises to meet me
At an undisclosed location where the sun don’t shine, no star power down low.

Cowards and fake heroes mixed up the eggs in the Easter basket, I hunt for eggs
At one with them somewhere, near or far, living or soon to be alive, ice Hot Legs
Monsoons and deserts too arid to live on cacti and scorpions, what mama said
She repeated it a few times, “Love to spare, makes you a billionaire,” but dead.

Never fret the tiny concerns dropped into your lap, they had to land somewhere

Analyze the need, the desire & then intend that into the power grid atmosphere
Like a purple magician or a distortion of the mind’s hallucination, full immersion
Slipped on black ice, fell on my head, I forget who I am, what I said, begin again.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, June XXIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1404 hours PST

{ Drafted as I listened to @Tom_Petty (RIP) on youTube link @https://youtu.be/1lWJXDG2i0A }

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Time's Flyin' & the #MedsWeeklyContainer keeps getting filled up quicker every week.... #WTH?

YOU JUST DON GIT IT, MY SON

I got the knowledge of whatever formation of matter comes before me, I’m liquid
As water is on Earth, what it does flowing from either north or south to the equator
Where the distribution to the seven seas occurs ad infinitum, with or without us all
Neither you nor I nor anyone else alive or to become alive in the future are in power.

As the food on shelves of grocery stores exists at our disposal, so humans will go to hell
To War, we exist for the devouring black hole vacuum we call the Singularity, battle cycle
Extinction of men, mice, atoms, molecules of all living species underneath Earth’s dome
Indeed, it’s what it’s always been about before our birth, the same as God drops a dime.

My second amendment is locked, loaded & ready to be cocked at the drop of a feather
As the feather drifts down to the floor, it explodes into smithereens before it lands here
Subatomic particles of God’s sun don’t shine, philosophy’s stuck in muck’s blinding light
Timelined infrared & ultraviolet light, as above, so below White Dwarf-Red Giant fight.

Muddy dirt means that the water is either coming from down under or drying up & how
Of this ecosystem’s function, I know what I sense, it will move on without me here, now
Nothing’s top movement of the holy air & holy water, under Earth’s bubble, blown TNT
It’ll annihilate the thing itself into an infinite number of particles in an asteroid belt sea.

Mug shots on the police blotter, your mother, your father, your sister, brother & all the kin
Everything’s related to Sweet Guilt of what you’re guilty of, being all too human, mortal sin
Benefit of the doubt from Adam to Thomas to Zorro, it’s all about me until it’s all about you
Enter my stage from either the back, the right or the left, any way you get the fat chance to.

Nobody enters the fenced gate without getting past unarmed, invisible infrared drone fly-men
So small and fast-moving in every direction, up, down, in & out of the built structures of Zen
Love or hate this existence, one thing is for certain, you only live once & you better cash in too
It’s nearly impossible to get a life on Earth, a chosen few enter but nobody remains forever, boo!

Work, sleep, play, pay-per-view of all moments from conception through pan deception’s sea
Rotten eggs’ smell from rear-ends, sewers of the disgusting, dead food defecated for thought
Philosophy of psychological anthropology in one ear & out of the other, just get a master PhD
Mummies out the tombs now, among us, 208 bones lie dead & lie #Woke when y’all are alive.

Busted down tables, rewashed stained glass & fake silverware, all rinsed & heated 200 degrees
Dinner, lunch, supper, breakfast dining 365 days every spin around the sun, gets too fat to stay
Alive on the gravitational collapse of your share of real estate, in a cave, a house or prison pen
Breathe is all you do, eat is what the lucky do, drink too, all fools do, we’re in it, #TheLionsDen!

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r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 6-11-2023 AD @ 555 AMPST

{ Failed to put a cork in it, the Muse escaped imaginary jail & returned before sunrise, still inspired by the youTube jams of @Keb’Mo' COLLECTION of GH link @ https://youtu.be/K2NfbIHZhvU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Now Its Saturday Night #OhIDontRememberAnythingTOO

KILLING IT OUT THE PARK

There’s no light at ends of the tunnel, been there, done that
On land & sea with or without blind Brandon & Popeye’s sails
I know what you’ve got & what that is, you have freedom too
Liberty to either elevate or subjugate your soul’s experience.

Far, far away from this Time in Space, fast asleep in my bed
Edge of the Twilight Zone between Cielo & Hades, it’s dark
Closed eyes in a lightless closet, picture of an invisible jerk
Yet such a great asset to wield when you’re hollow & naked.

Freedom to choose to keep history as fictional as it all was
Truth about what actually happened & why is a moot point
All that matters is you’re licensed & permitted to roll a joint
Met my match under an apple tree or inside a Bradley tank.

Summer school & crushes of teenagers in the park at night
Pony league, Colt league & then I was out, my bad, no fight
No influence on me due to lack of talent to be an ebb & flow
It was a question alright, alright, alright, apple tree’s a nono.

Stole my heart when my soul was preoccupied on your form
The good thing’s a bad thing, one & the same thing, a worm
Skynyrd’s spoons to help hold down the prey for knife cuts
Innards are what life’s all about, it makes drivers all putts.

Pod of killer whales hungry for a small morsel of bones go
Around in circles getting ready to execute the final sentence
Tearing you apart for the young and the old, you’ll lose sense
Of your place in the universe crunched & digested like cocoa.

Ran into the brick wall and from there on out we have no pain
Nothing but the open road ahead of us, Mack Truck’s 45’ trailer
All up and down the turnpikes and tollways, no more freeways
You and yours pay the price, all back in jive penitentiary bays.

Keeping the good and the bad away from the ugly hand I got dealt
The open society confinement to the blind faith obedient quarry
Of being the hunter of Man’s souls, nothing’s more rewarding, I see
Talking and thinking of mighty future shock, touched below the belt.

Did y’ all see the ghost inside of the machine? It’s really not a ghost!
It’s a chimera memory of what used to be, like smoke before it’s gone
Pumping more future shock into the whole world should cause atrophy
Nobody’ll have a thing left post supernova, right on dog darkness’ sea!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, 6-10-2023 A.D. @ 606 PMPST

{ Jacked this out of the universe while jammin’ to @FrankZappa #WonderfulWino on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D3z2cDKCdkY & @GRATEFULDEAD #SHAKEDOWNstreet LIVE @CornellUniversity Ithaca, NY May 7, 1980 link @ https://youtu.be/G2U2v_KjzhQ }
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