#PurpleVelvet #Transubstantiation #BabyGotBack #RESTinPEACE #WhoAintDyin"? #Boston #FlipWilson #RichardPryor #BobbyVinton #ProfessorDeGrasse

‘X’ MARKS THE S-POT

I saw the world with an eye wide-open & realized that the infrared light is dark
Ultraviolet pink and blue from the git go to the encore after a purple climax finale
Old boys in a club without a clue as to why it had to be the who carried it through
Polar, Koala, Grizzly, Black or Brown or Panda, bears of every color, orange & blue.

Compared to shivering bones in the middle of the night without any doubts from Tom
Or Dick or Harry, none of them are worth the momentous time you have left to spend
On Causes of Effects both in and out of control, your control of the uncontrollable skin
What tingles when we see one another’s shape & formless sight stuck inside a sin’s sin.

Living life from conception to soul annihilation and corporal dissolution, what I can do is
Concerned dames, lucky ladies, so indulged in trivial pursuits that long distance gets fizz
Focus on the blurry visions and Time in an invisible capsule that’s all in your mind’s eye
Playing among the stars in one thing, playing under the stairs is quite another, then die.

Not for any small reason though, nobody gets out of this existence alive, nobody, no how
Longing to be worshipped by nobody but you & me, we know that’s all that it takes to flow
Backwater or sweet water brings me all I need to be me, alive and free of the laws of Cain
I am the direct blood line of Abel Adams, the first son of Adam & Eve, I am not so insane.

A little bit of sanity injected into the genetic malfunctions we call idiots and morons, ditto
Ad infinitum, day after day, the Earth revolves but not in place, axis cocked, core wobbling
Keeping out of & running out of Time, a spin of Love, Good, Evil, breathing deeply sibling
737’s flyin’ @ 500 MPH, 435 Knots or less, gets me from beach to Chicago non-stop blow.

Can’t dream about the kids when they’re not even born yet, not even their parents arrive
All had become extinct in the nuclear fusion, as above, so below, yet you can’t even drive
I had a few regrets about the things I’ve done, I did my job although it was another’s will
Only the tombstone I pick & a method of corpus dillecti disposal, all I have is deep in hell.

I thought I succeeded when I had 3 square meals a day, paid all of my bills & loved my load
Got that Bachelor of Arts workin’ down on the sunny side of K street, east of Montrose Falls
Rollin’ Rolls Royce north, south, east & west makes passengers feel like they deserve the palls
Bars, lounges, liquor stores, Cannabis dispensaries, all too human’s mind in lucid, a la mode.

In the mood or not, psycho-socialist skills utilized during verbal or visual confrontation is One
Kerfuffle occurs at given moments, at random times, some frequently under the radar, godson
Ash & bio-genetic girls and boys grew into women and men living in Miami to NYC to Seattle
Buried the hatchets and hearts where the sizzle sounds like it’s too hot to handle, ring a bell?

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July XXIInd MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked out of the dust while jammin’ to #TonyBennett RIP, #DuetsWithMany  ON youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XA0ekm4w99U }

#Branded #Untarnished #ChicagoDeeplyWithinLakeMichigan

DO NOT WORRY

Some stones were thrown, a lot of sticks hurt my bones, but names didn’t hurt my ego
It was so tiny that whatever the ego was at conception, it was as I fell down in The Hole
Didn’t want to fall, I was pushed out of the womb, on the way to the cold tomb I’ll know
Imploding the explosion of the Super Nova that nobody on Earth will ever see comin’, so?

Who gives a hoot? If you do care then you’ll be automatically and systematically stacked
Fertilized from organs left over from the origin of the solar system’s galaxy in this dirty pit
One, a concept of linguistic certainty in the face of conscious realization that we’re jacked
All you have is what’s between your ears & below your skull, clothes optional as decrepit.

Today will end just like yesterday & tomorrow, every day is like that, Earth wobbles in orbit
Not for me to entertain myself with the mirth of ignorance surrounding stratospheric scat
Infinity rich calculus’ trigonometric geometry and complicated, a less advanced isorhythm
All in a hodge-podge ball of confusion, a mental case of irrational, blind faith beliefs in Him.

Father of Life on Mo’ Earth can’t be contained in a secret society’s history, forest thru trees
Look at the shadows cast upon the wall of the empty, dark cave & believe you see the light
You’re blinded, we’re blinded, nobody gets to see what happens post-mortem, am I right?
You’re not a mortician but you’ve seen photos & playing dead in movies and magic stories.

Function from the First Cause is understood to be a gift from God, an atheist accidental hit
Of heavenly bodies roving in a dance around the ring, it goes around the rosier posy’s chit
Grind up the cocoa nuts, make your grandma & grandpa happy to be your kin, it’s Time Up
You know what you think privately, it cannot be unknown once you get a foot in the stirrup.

Once you’re in the saddle, ride away into the sunset, hat’s off to the end of the world’s pie
Ate a red apple old mama when you knew it was forbidden, murdered your descendent kin
You ate the power, seeds were within the fruit, the tree grew from the buried, gnarled roots
Your godsons murdered one another, bada boom here now, far away from stupid’s boots.

My oh my, young men and women will fight and die for the idiots and morons who rule IT
Who will survive deployment of the innocent to annihilate one another for the bull’s chit
Nobody anywhere below the top of the heap of skulls controls living life, it’s all over, caput
Oven baked, stove-top stuffed, animal dead to eat the thing’s form & recycle it into a shoot.

That’s it? This is it; heaven & hell’s optional for nothing that survives corpus dillecti skin
Certain as death is, if alive, certain to shoot the messenger because you don’t like bums
It ain’t my own fault, it ain’t your fault either, it’s all accidental cosmic collisions of atom
Desire is not what is needed, the need is to bleed & get crucified for your egregious sin.

Filling in blanks for you & I so that I can continue rolling along the latitude & longitude
There is a multiple choice to answer every question but only One answer is Soul Food
Plants and animals devoured daily only if lucky, hunting for bloody meat in - out a door
Undertaken to the underground, broken or in perfect form/shape, hide the stench odor.

Big time in a small space, circle around the teacher, this will be on tomorrow’s final exam
Tiny ant-like size, you were smaller, nobody stepped on you or poisoned you, oh, go dam
It was naturally a miscarriage or a self-induced abortion, changing human history forever
Mined fool’s gold, diamonds, rubies & sapphires for God, all fueled UFO’s under pressure.

Wanting nothing and getting all I deserve, I deserve nothing at all but I buy low & sell high
As above and so it is below, authoritarian leaders attacking freedom of speech & cherry pie
Cut down the cherry tree man, I needed the wood to make some furniture to sit on at night
Too many memories to forget about all of them & I quote, “Forget nothing MF, let’s fight!”

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 7-14-2023 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Tricked out of the matrix this AM, ready for Chicago Bears, Bulls, Blackhawks, as above, so below jammin’ to #Wavelength CD @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/SThHPgmRsi0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Blown Air Dead Air Raid In The Underground - #BluesOutPurpleHazing #HelloJosephine #BluesWay #SCATological

PULL, BANG! *

So, this is it then? This is the last life I’ll get to live on dirt & rocks afoot of the steep cliffs
You will jump off of cliffs for them when it’s your time, not literally of course, turn to stiffs
High or low in the heat of days & nights, where Earth bakes into an arid desert of star dirt
Infantile mind born & raised alone on sand dunes & in jungles on the bottom getting’ hurt.

Some folks are my kin and some aren’t, but those folks are the kin of others dead & alive
Beautification of the stealth objects I take for granted because I can’t see through a wall
If I could, I would but I can’t therefore, I am the basketball bound to rebound every miss
I will move into your front room onto your sofa, to surf it unless I need foo to fight a kiss.

Clay pigeons get flyin’ so high and fast that nobody sees them any longer, they’re way gone
Dependents depend on Depends for the far away look in old humans’ eyes, I’m on the phone
Get back to you later about the system flushing away stank, refuse, trash & garbage to a dump
Seriously or not, even pretending to be serious about trivia appearing in the Void, kill the ump.

Around the bases, around the blocks, around the world in 80 days of floating, drifting a lure, dig?
Continuing upon the timeline of true lies that you’ll repeat ad infinitum, mighty, mighty spades
Dreamin’ you’re wide awake now, you can walk & chew gum at the same time, sharpening fades
Time on your side soon to be behind you in the rear-view mirrors, then like a rocket, soul gets big.

Pull out before the injection of living protoplasm so that the yin & the yang remain One, only one
Prime for time, a place for space, animate the DNA to allow your mother to fire you out a popgun
Eight miles above the low sandy beaches, there’s Nothing, don’t look, it’s enlightening but stop it
Neither y’all nor anyone can stop programmed #ET spin, y’all die as I will, God-scat's the @AI s#it!

Will the #AI discover the #Failsafe codes and fill in the blanks of launch codes to cause extinction
Efficiency of the planet is an accidental collision of astral smithereens keeping up the mortal sin
Collapse with me or without me, nothing matters to Nothing at all, no good, bad or mug ugliness
Beautiful form of Barbie & Ken Life, attracts aliens, we eat the beautiful & ugly, predators confess!

You saw the zoo, the zoo saw you and then you launched into the field of dreams you see awake
Words to mean signs of the Time, here and now when you see & hear reality, you know it’s fake
All of it a mirage, a fake faded pass to no receiver who ever lined up at the line of scrimmage, aye
Life, death, floatin’ in space with saints, angels & one devil & it’s why they call it the By-And-Bye!

 

by

r j j  stephan, i    

 

c.  July XIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

*9 dash lines bowing lowdown
{ Cracked this jazz out while stock market skyrockets, while jammin’ to #Cocaine #ClaptonLIVE https://youtu.be/F-YOTJoKz_o }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?