#TheMightyTemptations #TheRollingStones #TowerOfPower #CurtisMayfield #Madonna #AnnieLennox @Nickleback @SamHunt

SYCOPHANTIC PSYCHO-SOCIAL EVOLUTION

Mighty, mighty spade & whitey flowin up and down rivers to the equator, I resemble that remark
Inside of things themselves that I can’t see, a core of nothingness without being anything is stark
All is finished when you get swallowed by the python, it’ll digest you on the way down to the park
Reason and logic disappear as the LSD trips and the HCL acid flows head to toe, this turns so dark.

Whose fault is it? Who’ll take the blame’s responsibility for random acts of chaotic unconsciousness
“WHO”? That’s what it sounds like at night as invisible things grow out of dirty rocks of a water hole
Nothing but a bunch of yellow eyes in the distance, far, far away from a place in Space where I must
Believe you or your 208 bones have a destination other than six feet underneath dirty, burnt stardust.

Punks are smug because they’re ignorant of the facts of life they got lucky to experience, here, now
It will be over sooner than later, daughters tell your sons, they won’t believe fathers, take a low bow
You & I run the monkeys and the bulls together, only the strong survive for a while, all of ‘em will go
On to the Great Beyond, larger than our sun, the closest star, smaller than a neutron of atomic Blow.

Grounded to rest in peace or woke in war, I am adapted to morons & idiots who repeat ad infinitum
Much ado about everything in your blinded sides, don’t pay attention, it’s your mistakes that kill ‘em
Killers are the creators, come on man, y’all can’t be blinded by the clear light forever, Wake TFU y’all
I can’t & won’t be transmitting data twice, it’s a one-time Charlie, it will self-destruct in ten seconds.

Cancer means cellular data replication is mutated by either recombination of recessive genes or luck
Fear of fear itself will shock infants to elders without defense from the predators who kill for fun food
You & I would never do that even if there was no choice, we’d choose crucifixion death for bad blood
Oh, WTF, that’s despair, I can’t talk about killing God on Earth, rock motion to hasten the Singularity.

Think without being safe from predators & you either live or die depending on your most fit defense
With no mother’s teat-lactose, only a formula without your mother and father, a petri dish, womb less
Or more if appropriate, dig holes to bury the dead & way gone, allow the flesh to return to the red dirt
Rocks jagged & smooth, roll away but always return, you can see the back of your own head & shirt.

Buy & sell, high and low without any thought of being alive the next moment or day, week or annuals
You can’t believe anything if you are a septic, it’s impossible to drink waste-water without chemicals
Inside what is outside of each one of us, including Neo-Marxists, idiotic morons, Earth inhabitants
Cast no aspersions, just the facts headed your way, don’t worry & be happy, as we all die like ants.

Sponges soak up the wetness until the universe dries up and disappears into thin air, empty Space
Common idiots move you on the radio and the TV, no matter how it flies, you will pay the full price
Fill her up the fuel-gas hole that leads to the storage tank, fire in the hole kept away from all octanes
Seeds, stalks, leaf, flower, smoke & edible consumables, killer bees & red ants all over lion’s manes.

Loathe the “unknown” X that nobody can prepare for, it comes every time, in every case
Nobody has any rights or privileges in that occult place, spells of purple magic in your face
Fake belief is suspended for a moment in Time, conclusion can be reached before we all die
It may not be too late, but you may not have much longer to complete the mission, no lie.

Stoned junkies tryin’ to jaywalk alone on the tenth avenue, nobody give a flick of the switches
If you could, you would but you can’t, so you won’t, it’s the puppies’ souls, litter of the bitches
Dead set & burned or buried, if you think the Form matters to God, you’re wrong as a sea witch
Battle murders until the war ends and then it repeats ad infinitum, population control fast pitch.

Around the bend of the mountain, the tracks show the only way to get to the In & the Out of It
Mummies in crypts or coffins or ashes in urns, Davey Jones locker for the rest, every bit o’ honey
Dead and an optional memory left over in the lexicon for recollection in another millennial skit
Players acting as if they’re immortal when it’s the opposite, they die 1st thru 7th, sons of Sonny.

Bombs away from bad guys, no evil can arise we’ll call it extinction of Mankind, failure, good sons
In the cryptocurrency there is no silver or gold, idiots and morons trained by mothers’ inventions
Never right, seldom wrong, the things that exist won’t live during the sun’s ex-implosion in a hole
Black or white holes make the difference, one is a hill goin’ up & the other one’s goin’ down slow.

Hearts and the bodies of the species-rich seven continents of Earth have no hope in a cluster bomb
Every square centimeter gets the metal through its nucleus, every red & white blood cell, no tomb
Annihilated from the matrix & surface of burnt ash, the oceans flow and ebb to the redskin beats
Beast is evil but so are insects and bacteria, entering our living cells’ verve to eat its own defeats.

Sycophant social club cheering for the other side to beat us all, take my property & deter survival
High or low, you are the missiles full of TNT & the motherlode of systems to the wild in the corral
If you don’t keep power in line, you will probably lose what meager amount you possess, it’s Life
People, culture cancelling extinction is invisible, it’s occult magic, atomic fission and fusion strife.

Dead & gone, back there again, alpha and omega on the timeline, Future to Past of a Presence
High or low, hard or soft, living in the material world with the material girls is what I like, so nice
Chantilly lace, pretty face, wiggle in the walk, makin’ our world go ‘round when it’s a dream sense
Afterward when the preface has been presented for your edification, only then, roll the ol’ dice.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July XIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #CantYouHearMeKnockin @TheRollingStones link @ https://youtu.be/3fa4HUiFJ6c }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?