#BabiesComeOutOfNowhere #StayClose #WatchYourSIX

HEART FORGETS WHAT SCAT’S FORGOTTEN

Soul stripped down to the bare minimum, stuck the plug into the AC/DC outlet for the output
Along came a spider and sat down in my apple cider, it was spiked with acid & I got the jackboot
In and out of consciousness with no reason for being alive here, now or ever there, then babies
A couple of hours after it began, it ended in the grave underground in the trap, down to Hades.

Fun on the table dancer’s higher heels and fishnet stockings, makeup to cake on berry pie faces
All looking like their eyes are gonna blow out their faces, all to be seen was the sawbuck’s laces
Tucked the bills into the tied-up feet, toes and calves, tearin’ up the sound & sight ‘til stop signed
Monkeys, chimpanzees and punks gawking like idiots in a moron storm, Funk & Wagnall’s defined.

Give up or get whooped are the only two choices allowed by under-lords, posse of inbred chumps
Badges to impede freedom to be lawless, communicating all behavior commands or prison dumps
Where you can go with or without the straight jackets applied, hands won’t be tied, my soul cries
Right up there, jacked up so far, Blues ain’t comin’ back out, ring a bell, baked in your mind’s eyes.

Mirror reflector lookin’ back at who you thought you were, you’re all gone, already long gone away
Out wildest dream we woke up from and forgot is the dream y’all should have remembered today
Evil, ugly and as good as it’s always been on Earth, centuries of mud slingin’ 7 dried up desert piles
Continents letting Outerspace suck all liquid out the atmosphere, leakin’ afterlife’s fake Hope styles.

Reincarnation or just One and done, spirit animated this whole shebang in a New York minute’s sand
Gave up some words promising us we’ll be rewarded for giving up Desire & Need to be all too human
Run down the children in the street, let them eat cake in the hospital and in the corner of the college
They glean the wisdom & knowledge of the dead poets and scientists, by osmosis, idiots got the edge.

Cheaper to keep her, the bum is still deep inside of him, animate the dead meat, make it so, a miracle
Idiots & morons ask rhetorical questions which have no rational response, they talk to the stone wall
Dream and die in the dream like there’s no tomorrow, that’s not a command but it’s coded in The Cell
All you’ve done and will do is the Narrow Way that has a point of no return, just one step beyond hell.

We, the people, struggle & succeed in the end, only one way up when you’re flat on the ground zero
Where it all comes down from the pile high in the sky, smoke, mirrors, a buzz or a beep, I am no hero
Named Adam to Zachary, anteater to zebra, it’s all coming down to your karma, be good to all peoples
Pretend you know everything, like God the creator of the heavens, stars, sun, moon & all planets’ cells.

Bicycles, tricycles and icicles all coalesce into the lines that make the shapes in three dimensions of X
Nothing known is the thing we need to know, Unknown needs to be uncovered & acknowledged sex
Just because you think you’re so pretty & smart, you’ll have no doubt, fail & die with no one to care
Ahead of the End game if you lag behind the flock or herd, a God’ll move the hunted to the fire lair.

Coexistent simpletons all forget what is sometimes forgotten, Mr. & Mrs. Black has blank powder
Can’t recall what my memory can’t recollect even with the Truth serum or cup of clam chowder
Deep end dive from the 10-meter platform, backward somersault jack knife with a perfect entry
Mind over energy & matters at hand, gold medal, all American, squeeze of Kluck’s, ancient Artie.

As it is above, so you were below the ocean of blown-out misfiring of spark plugs & dead batteries
Over the hill montage of your age on steroids, China smokes the opium packages the CBD/THC’s
Fine appearance in sight & touch of the form, the scent and taste of the thing itself? Yes, please
No thank you, don’t touch me Brittany, I’ll knock the sunglasses off yo’ face! Such an NBA tease!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, 7-7-2022 AD @ 222 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to #TimMcGraw #CantForgetSomethinLikeThat
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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OldestGodInWrittenHistoryHysteria

COUGAR, LION, CATS IN H.A.T.S., GIMME YOUR RIB-EYE!

Intercourse in your face even without a nuclear rocket in your deep pocket, Mrs. Jones

You had a thing goin’ on & then you lost it in the pending doom of darkness at the edge

Nothing onto the Other Side, that was the crazy, big lie in the rough, needed a #8 wedge

To get it a tiny hole under par for the course, my more than hole in One, no bogey bones.

Waxed all hair off of every square millimeter of skin on my personal dose of sick & tired ass

Is it over yet? I had my eyes closed for a minute or two, maybe an hour or century of jazz

Ups and downs on the scale from the A to the G, the sharp and the flat of diminished seniors

Hem up that line above your knees and the boys will scatter, fearing the end of the juniors.

Balls straight up against the four walls of the room’s ceiling and floor with no escape door

No exit to leave the stage to the right or the left, no middle of the road to idle my MGB 4

What I want is totally intact, running like a top in all gears, overdrive at the peak of a roar

Drama in the dream of every human being ever born and raised on the planet of rock-fear.

Soaring out of the stratosphere, Not Astro sees no hill of beans & nothing at all near or far

Function of understanding the position you occupy, this is the gift of inheritance, grandpa’s

His forefathers before him along with his grandmothers, sprouting this branch’s twig aflame

Scattered ain’t cuttin’ it, it ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, hearts ain’t too broken, FAME!

#Football #Basketball #Baseball #Hockey #Soccer full stop to shoot a shot, with foot or stick

Throw it, hit it, catch it before it hits ground or else throw it away & act just like a little dick

Not your fault, you’ve been neglected during upbringing, lack of role modeled cyberspaced

My virtual reality’s actualized into the superego Id, I wrapped my head around it, I’m The Kid.

Night dream now and then to realize it’s already in the middle of it, we all died in a trainwreck

On big mountain, goin’ ‘round the bend, suddenly the land crumbled with the train track deck

Goin’ way down, alone to the bottom of Earth’s Riverrocks & raging H2O, I’m thirsty no more

Rubber undercover malfunctioned on half of the misconceptions of social justice’s folk lore.

Woke up this morning, I sang baritone & soprano, didn’t leave out the alto but it’s understood

Dreaming in 3D’s the way it’s gotta be, the orchestra used to be & now it’s a finale in the hood

Ends of what never had an origin, is the epitome of what’s so rotten in Denmark’s public park

Dream came true that dreams were never true in real life, waiting for the wakeup call, RING!

I came to a full stop just in time, the cliff was ahead but invisible in the purple fog of fake war

I couldn’t return to the original skin that enveloped my soul ghost spirit, it was consumed for

My stuff, your stuff, everything is our stuff, silent or out loud like a scattered stash of G-trash

Blown glass & the flower-buds stoked within the airless jar, clear light comes through a flash.

Brought the fire and caused the smoke to toke, waited for the last rights, extreme uncertainty

Unction of the ointment upon my head, heart and Oneness, invisible as if lost in the windy city

Ne’er will know the Truth because it’s untold like the Holy Grail legend, a rumor of Truth’s Ego

Neither live nor die in the cosmic infrared light, deep Space, eyes shut tight as Coca-Cola blow.

Released, forgotten, scattered ash not seen, unheard, tasteless without odor, sense less a feel

What you thought about, what you created by recombination of what can’t be destroyed, kneel

Bow before the power that is the only one you’ve got any need or desire for, it’s the narrow Way

Nobody gets out alive, not man, neither animal nor plant, Death dies in the fool, extinction day!

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r j j stephan, i 

c. Jeudi, July VIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ #Fumigated from the #OozeBlob in effigy, while listenin’ ton #StreetBeat @CurtisSchwartz in a pickle link @ https://youtu.be/6A1XjBKwbJM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SCATTERED ATOMIC UNIVERSE, I SEE, I SAW, I SAY!

Pretending ‘69’ ain’t on your sole’s soul

It’s certainly the case that the logic you utilize trying to reason Time & Space in a revelation

The bye & bye doesn’t prepare anyone coming to it just because they were reapin’ the sewn

All mankind including all boys & girls of every continent above the oceans & deep blue seas

All who haven’t already been dead & buried or doomed interknitted Fate, thank you, please.

Gilts and barrows inside of those gargantuan warehouses where the pigs never get to fly away

Who on Earth within or on top of the hills caves and mountain crags, where all the insects stay

On every blade of weed, grass and stones and boulders, left over from the Big Bang’s hard rock

Day after the blew invention, Man’s organization began between the severe heat on the block.

Unconditional immersion into the deepest echelon of the Mariana Trench, stars can’t shine

Only you know and I know that wisdom is a figure of speech and not to be assumed to be mine

Out on the street, kicked out of the house into the safe place in the corner of the city back alley

Where black cats prowl dusk to dawn, like a hypocritical vampire, termination of the lively.

Easy to see on any day, any night, the innocent & the wild got mixed up in a traffic jam rumble

Blind absorption of the ultraviolet and infrared, eyes always wide open, in the concrete jungle

Non-working spoonful of LSD tripping heavy traffic, 24 hours per spin of Earth’s tilted wobble

Ungratefully grateful for thee minions I’ll never need to know, secret agents heads all bobble.

Hurt the good feeling, fleeting emotions in and out of the open pie holes oxygen turning CO2

Not going to complete this mission that’s impossible, not merely improbable but zero chance

You came to keep the peace on Earth when it was never at peace in the first place, wasted zoos

Every species from micro to macro geometric progression, mitotic mitochondria mutate blues.

Preventative progression from failure to success, all to eliminate the hero in a hot, smokin’ fool

Right, left, forward, backward, up, down, everywhere in the matrix is inside an acid gene pool

Divine or humane, One or the Many, collapse or explode, die unconscious & clutch your pearls

Hands, feet, arms, legs & innards keep the brains in skulls misfiring in the anti-matter, girls.

Free of death only after you die, you ain’t comin’ back again no matter what the rumors say

No written word in English or any other linguistic trickconscious reality can obfuscate Truth

The Truth is that no phrase or any collection of arguments can prove anything about anything

Just because propositional logic moves from assumptions to conclusions doesn’t mean it’s OK.

Proof the anything is true beyond a doubt cannot be obtained while alive on the planet, hardly

No eyes or ears, no scent or taste gleaned, force of mind as a buzz repeats the rattle & hum tea

Leaves grown from seed, muddy menudo of dead stardust sprouts a backbeat, chimp’s thump

Wavelength short, frequency long subatomic form, shapeless, begotten saint, ordained chump.

Hating to love’s the only thing there is to love, alternative is leave with due haste, love to hate

You can’t hate to love though, nobody can hate to love except the lover itself, wait, worm’s bait

Oh, I see now, love to hate because you hate to love, that's what everyone's taught afterbirth

Why do you ask, are you writing a book? Take my word for #69 Finale, drank a 5th on the 4th.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, July Vth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Drafted out of thin air while watchin’ reruns of the @LoneRanger on youTube link @https://youtu.be/cMhm5n8VEZw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?