#ChandolierOverMyCommode

DOG DAUGHTER & SON, WHEN I SAY RUN, RUN FAST!

Death makes me sick, are you kiddin’ me? Gods make fun of death, we eat dead stuff, hot dude
The nature of the beast, the food required for sustenance of the humane, the canine, the brood
Domesticated to keep predators away from the fire & the cave, scavengers love an open border
They will lurk until the smell of the waste overwhelms their senses, all too human fecal matter.

Bumps in the road, for speed kills your front and rear ends, mankind will end the speed along
Going slower makes the Earth immortal when it’s actually nothing but a mortal, ready to roll
On the ecliptic among burning balls of hydrogen & other LifeFarts of Outerspace’s love song
High times at your ol’ high school, in the locker room is where all action is, teachers go wrong.

Allowing children to deal their wiggling among their parents’ empty nest, ready to go solo
Actually, not ready but nobody stays with mommy & daddy after they’re 18 except a yoyo
Meaning an insufficient DNA recombination caused an inferior copy of the original divinity
My consulate conducts espionage just like a Spy vs Spy comic strip, I’m blown, windy city.

As if you couldn’t tell that the dead don’t anywhere above or below here and now, chump!
Your fault begins once you discover the Truth and disregard It all for your former data dump
From way down under to the apex of being over the top, all there is here, all will disappear
Punks and the junkies they graduate uptown after high school, degrees of pros but no seer.

For your wide eyes only, a platform you allow to see your inner thoughts, a tweeted post-It
Worldwide spider web catches every word said & thought, all spiders love the bovine chit
When the prey struggles to remove itself from the trap, the stickiness wins, all one & done
Being in the middle of this Nothingness, Earth a mere 90 million miles away from the sun.

Hippity hoppin’ from the beginning of the race with the turtle, stay cool & calm, marry me
On the other hand, divorce me down the road before you end your quest for fish in the sea
I ain’t the one baby, probably never was if I’m not now, I’ll never be, therefore I am the free
Of you & yours, the bridge collapses when the weight you carry is more or less, my century.

Some elastic stretches the Truth beyond the limit of logic and reason, into the mythological
Blinded by black light before taking a flying leap of faith into the unknown, the bells of #Hell
Rung by hunchbacks of our lady’s church who guard the holy grail secret of the god of crazy
Ring my bell, ring a bell’s fine point, One dot within the matrix, wild card line’s always busy!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, June 12th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST
{ Drafted as I jammin’ to & fro with #SicknessUntoDeath by @SorenKierkegaard link @ https://youtu.be/64tsAc2ncJQ }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

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.

by
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 }

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

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!

by
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.?