#RollingStones @EVERLAST & @EVERCLEAR e t c

Call it a day, climate changed, god’s dead too

Enculturation is the climate change of the genome, forever DNA, creation’s horrible essence
Pristine, critical theory about faux facts of life indicate that Nothing is known, nothing at all
If one attempts to prove to anyone other than your superego memory that God ain’t dead
Just agree and know that if that was the case, we all wouldn’t be here & now, so go ahead

Math & logic are the invention of extraterrestrial life on Earth, nobody here is from over there
Our inheritance is the ignorance of Reality’s reason for being in front of our face, it’s nowhere
Been upset and satiated in the same five minutes, so often that it’s nearly impossible to tell
Now back to the reality of the consciousness’ perception of living on Earth means Adam fell.

With Eve because he needed someone to keep misery & during his exile as a disobedient son
Eating apples & getting smarter than the creator of the universe is forbidden, all devils know it
Balance on a fulcrum that has one point for the foundation, it’s a moot point as strong as iron
Songs whether blue soul or rockin’ jazz, not to mention polka to classical compositional chit.

Myopic nihilism or foresight to know beyond one’s conscious awareness is a gift of permutation
Nobody controls the distribution of a gift, it’s a random recombination of DNA god particle code
A sequence only ordered once in the exact linear and geometric progression of infinity in total
Nobody is left after the supernova black hole exhibits its singularity, deep breath, go have a ball.

It ain’t my fault you’ve misunderstood the meaning of life, formations of hamburger Row Skids
I arrived innocent. still an innocent man lookin’ for an ice cream truck ringin’ bell’s call to kids
I’m not your daddy or professor & not your employer, supervisor or boss man backstreet sin
What I am is what I am & I can’t stand any more than that, I’m all I’ll ever be, all that I’ve been.

Never will know the day after I die, what I left behind in material things, shot down all mementos
So, I’m throwing everything I call mine away to a pack of dogs who will scoop up whatever flows
Up or down the incline’s steep hillside ending in a cliff above a bottomless pit of a dark deadpan
Green river flowed, fishin’ here & now, bait casted, fish on! You ain’t comin’ fast, I am the Man.

You know that you gotta go when it’s your time, no other choice but accident, disease-old age
Everybody will either meet again in a great beyond or find Nothing once the heart ceases to be
You don’t know like I know, on the other hand, I don’t know like you know, vacuum turned page
Regardless, irrespective or willy-nilly, I always wanted to say that horrid, Mal-tossed word salad.

Fire, wind, ice, stagnant bogs, frozen lakes, running brooks, streams & rivers mitigating less fear
Around in a circular ellipse that seems to be in infinite revolution about a burning ball of gas star
Know it all or not, without it we’re all dead, with it, we’re gonna die, either way we won’t get far
Past the coughs and bleeding out, the cellular implosion of RNA killin’ acid with alkaline deeper.

Among the women, there are men appearing to be friendly yet they’re like their own mean folks
Viciousness without loyalty to anything but the selfish self who refuses to be selfless, no jokes
Fascinating humor when it’s dark and easy to overlook if it is as subtle as the meaning of Forms
Shapes of everything are made of Matter, mixed by energy explosions, infinitesimal-size worms.

Beside the riverbed where you laid me down on the ground to dry the grass on your backside
Will to the Power of the solar system’s essence, the First Cause is in DNA, bad devil snake lied
Not the devil’s fault that ‘lived’ spelled backward is ‘devil’, it’s a complicated conundrum hook
To make you think that you’re not thinking about anything, alive or dead, as if you’re a crook.

Higher than you want to be, lower than you can ever go, as above & so it is below, true history
If you find out what you believed blindly to be true is false, pretend you didn’t know the scree
Funk from deep within your inherited evolution of gas and rocks, nothing else left but the Void
Optimistic pessimism makes a strange bedfellow of extinction, even the gods can trip out, boy.

Come over here & give me a hug, it’s smoke or #gummies ruling the routines of the office girls
Sugar free and loving the good life without death in the future until suddenly, the world whirls
Lights out just like when the surgeon puts you under anesthetic induced death in evening end
Until the mind awakes inside of the brain and animates the faux dead-meat, a boot call friend.

I’m doing the drill, as a machine would do if programmed to be a vending machine, give it to me
I need it and even though I don’t want to need it, I do, it’s not even a joke, it ain’t funny to be
A boy or a girl to grow into a man or a woman, regardless of the mind’s malfunction of survival
There’s the key to extinction, stop fundamental reproduction, exit, stage right, God’s dead pal!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Seven-Eleven, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Cracked off a nut this AM as I jammed to #TheTractors link @ https://youtu.be/i0M3LS9n7Ns & @glennFry link @ https://youtu.be/LSXKyHM133c }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#MASTERPEACE #TheRamones #TheMightyTemptations #LosLonelyBoys @Xteena @SANTANA #MidnightSpecialDebut

Notwithstanding

Cyberpunks’ urban cubes of A-Train blockchains, unmoved mover movin’ a vanquished whore

PhD’s hickory dickory Doc, a scat load of mice went up the clock & man, an elephant yelled, ‘4’
As high as a tiny mind will get, you’ll get a couple of tons above high ground, sacrificed a slave
If it was all up to me, there’d be NO pain or suffering’s final end, ash undertaken gravity’s grave.

Then again, that would probably cause Truth to be told to the minions who await the next Life
When there ain’t no next life, at the end there’s no rebirth or new beginning to the original sin
You’ve got the dumluck of the ones who inseminated and failed to miscarry the egg, born amok
Sentenced to learning what you see, this is all you’re ever going to get, fair or unjust is not luck.

It’s the karma you’ve accumulated with your behavior, your thoughts and actions on this Earth
Fiction of the science or the actual reality of extraterrestrial perception is we’re Eve’s afterbirth
Not a lie, check all ancient scriptures written in indecipherable language’s impenetrable wisdom
Only the beginning, nothing’s hidden from anybody, nobody’s there in Space, we’re dead dumb!

OK means alright, alright, alright and that don’t mean maybe, a mathematical certainty as zero
Start there at the beginning and look backwards to see where you’re headed down a long road
Everybody’s ahead or behind you, don’t worry, be happy, ain’t the reason I am the man to beat
In the freezing cold Outerspace there’s no sun, rain or air, no water or people or life to overeat.

Leftover food will kill you before it gets to the stage of acts, dreamer sacks of bulls’ cats
On the corner stoned ones who mourn the dead & buried, burnt formaldehyde like a rat
Fresh as your mother was with your father in an intercourse before your ‘1’ concept arose
Shocking once Ego/Id expires, dead & gone, Hell’s Bells on Carl Jung’s punch in the nose!

The bad news for the paperboy is that there’s no good news, repeat ad infinitum as nauseam
On the round-trip to either paradise or Singularity disaster to the conscious mind of delirium
By the one way to the dead-end street of the Bowery or Cabrini Green, we lived & got drugged
By the good men who allowed the evil men to be born and raised in the ghettos of the bugged.

Fine or not, the ugly Earth-born all have the 208 bones of One evolved ape, a benign animation
No hair for the freezing darkness & no ice for the blistering brightness of the burnin’ black hole
It’s now right here where you are, it’s why you know about it, it was a top secret, it is blown skin
All skin’s colors, all bones from zygote to corpse, nothing’s wild, aces & deuces full house, I’m in.

Fox hunt has begun, it’s red & white-tipped tail is the game bein’ chased, thru Hell’s high water
Matter from atom to planets & black holes all is here, always is forever, presence forever better
Around the ecliptic, in a wobbling spin as if it was meant to be that way since the Big Bang’s hit
Home-run with bases loaded was this, my life’s grand slam, bottom of ninth, slow ride home chit.

by

grand-pappy rjjstephan

c. Dimanche, July IXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Invented out of nothingness and being one with that thing itself while listenin’ to the beginning of #AnybodySeenRichie? Link @ https://youtu.be/4Zu1YIukylw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FateIsComplete @ElonMusk @TuckerCarlson #ConGameSecurityHoods #PutItInTheWantAds

ISOLATED INSIDE OUTSIDE NOWHERE ANYPLACE

Five will get you ten and I’m not talkin’ about a fin or a sawbuck I can tell you that one thing for certain
Nothing other than the Singularity down inside a deep black hole can stop my lips from flapping in Sin
Artificial both real & unreal as it is above this planet’s rock & dirt, took a spin around the square drapes
Intelligence is interesting in an all too human way, no zoo would exist without humanity’s grape apes.

An illusion is what you don’t know the veracity of, a perceptual conglomeration of the One & only you
Man or woman, boy or girl, every baby who ever has been lucky enough to be born since the Big Bang
All of us, each and every one of the dead and the ones who will survive our presence, hell’s bells rang
Not heard by the deaf & dumb, can’t speak because you can’t hear the sound to repeat it’s resonance.

Cream of the crop on the ground and in the air, underwater down to the hot, molten core of lava rock
Nobody on Earth, alive or already dead and gone has or had or will ever have any right to live forever
No skull and crossbones in the afterlife, no wings for the human or any other primate evolved of stars
Dust turned into solid conglomerations of dead gas, sun bursts, star explosions, female womb mortars.

Mamacitas firing those little kids off into this netherworld of caused effects to die for, blinded by whiskey
Said goodbye just in case it was time to go & Time runs out in the middle of a quick drive to become free
Space wide open from pole to pole, all around the equator, we fly in circles around the ellipse of ol’ Sol
All is said & done, last gasp of gas, One spirit spits out the soul in bytes too small to see with an eyeball.

Call that the hereafter, the great beyond, heaven or hell, Cielo or Hades, it matters that you say the word
If you don’t know anything about whatever humanity has determined is good and evil, you’re a dirty bird
Meaning uncivilized & unworthy of a humane respect for the life we exhibit by a breathing heart beating
If and only if you observe the golden rule of society, will you achieve being all too human, reflex reacting.

Will to power and the freedom to not only wield it upon the planet but also take it with you when you go
Out of this life, away from this solar system’s gravitational collapse inevitable in a far-off future tomorrow
Here & now, I exist to expose my personal ignorance of everything there is on Earth repeat, here & now
Blow by blow, here we go, eyes were closed & now slit open a bit, soul is shining in the darkness’ glow.

Reminders all over the place in Space that I walk and drive to, run only when necessary, slowly sufficient
Kind to everyone other than the evil, bad guys who mean you & others around you harm, demonic scent
Knowing the smell, it’s sulfur and it’s unpleasant as a fresh dump of recycled dead plant & animal blood
Not vampires but dead flesh hamburgers of living, it’s as humanity is, the ignorant condemned by God.

In common denominator theory, if a numerator & It are both One & the same, it’s always One, the same
Timeline of the game with the rules you were given after the fact of immaculate conception, it’s so lame
Animated by the grateful dead that came before our entry, they left the Words of Truth in the rock’s roll
Tablets of Emerald and commands of a UFO atop of a mount, tripping on poison drink & smoke of a troll.

Mirrors catchin’ the fog of war & the breath of the battlefield dying in a holocaustic explosion in paradise
Trying to speed ahead of the incoming/outgoing only brings the end on quicker, reapin’ what we sewed
Paying the price, a cost was set by some power that existed before the Big Bang onto the Great Whimper
Dream’s over pal, peg o’ my heart, lovin’ you! That’s it, I came trippin’ for One who blew me away, Her!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, July VIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST
{ Faked being awake, drafted this gem while listenin’ to #MountainJam Live At The Fillmore on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qkQ3F2jZGuQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?