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NEITHER PICKIN' NOR GRINNIN’, NATURALLY

Daydreams in the day or night can’t come true if you never fall asleep, all unconscious
As if it could be if y’all would allow it to be or not, alive or misconceived within us
I'm Woke inside of something, being commanded to go sink inside my sloe-gin fizz
As above, so below Hollywood, California to Memphis, Tennessee, a cornucopia It is.

Licking the hair, bare skin, organic rocks, petrified, heartless souls until gods sigh
First perception and the last gasp see the channel ahead, no will to roll back & die
Angelic justice merely the disobedient devils who can’t use rational thought’s logic
Above it is the same as it is below, identical matter-energy concoction of Zeus’ lick.

Pricking the ears, overwhelming the atoms of the frozen ice, heating friction splits
Everything you believed was the Truth, true propositions and valid, spasmodic fits
Ultraviolet AC/DC infrared STYX combine & produce a meeting of flared-up plasma
As if God the divine source of the starlight arrived in the form of Mankind, it is GA!

Soul stripper got near to my spine before I knew I was even hollow & naked, I do
Married before & after the sign on the papyrus, the right thing yo’ Daddy said too
Got no time to explain the actual history, suffice it to say, #Shotgun or you’re done
There’s a Will & a Way, though the fork in the road ahead’s a conundrum, faux fun.

Brave or hero less heroine feeds the war machine, fighting for kings of my queens
What’re you looking at? I’ll kick your ass for giving me the stink eye, such a Betty
Career criminals being born to good & evil women and men, all too human scenes
Among Circular Jerks on every continent on Earth, there exists One with a gift tee.

Eighteen or thirty-six holes to shoot for par or beneath the estimated projection
Responsible for nothing at all due to the facts of life admitting we’re automaton
Fictional prose and the rhythm of the rhymes developing the fish in the deep sea
High tides & evaporation of recombinant gas pressure to repeat mitosis’ infinity.

Hindsight without recollection is the definition of being dead & gone, it’s all over
Extinction is, like it or not, immanent & the dreamer’s Life is woke, another mother
Fornication’s whole epic saga in the end is relative, a ghost divinity Cause & Effects
God to subatomic nuclear matter, Big Papa or teeny Tiny Acid, trippin’ on hot sex.

Mortal morons & idiots in charge of irrational ignorance, dream of foreign wisdom
Who you are related to from hundreds of years of sex, ah man, that’s shots of rum
Cold as frozen ice you know & I know hot blood slows down the hearts pumping cup
jellied jello, neither liquid nor solid forms of hydro-oxy, all I am, god’s a phuq up.

This IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE, IT’S NOT THAT AT ALL, IT’S CERTAIN
Substance of god’s dams & blessings caused by the divine imagination; evil’s insane
Extinction inevitable due to the nature of one beast, naturally evolved mortal sins
Bars, dots, lines & angles of intersection create triangular pyramids & cubes’ pins.

Alright at night but not in the daylight, got them knocked out of me at five, ten four
Brutality to the innocent living on wood street & Chicago avenue, time out stay, jive
Bring the power of redirection into the center of conscious awareness, we’ll survive
One moment, play finale is a rhapsody in blue, sunburnt, hot wax, it is done, all over!

Highly unlimited up to the submerged figment of imaginary soundS of silence
Gold or silver, lead or tin, five will get you ten, defiance, authoritarian fence
Supermen among child bearing function, skull key to big sur, extinction’s foe
SCARED OF YOU, NE'ER MORE MY SUPER EGO'S ID, FREUD OR POE.

No shovel or panhead below my handlebars & fuel tank of high-octane petrol
Fear and the loathing accompany me on the trip between conception & a weevil
Monkeys aping the identity of the creator, a primate without a second God son
Fear, hiding in the shadow, bravery coming into the light, my kin is the god sin.
by

 r j j stephan, i
c. lundi, July xxivth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0900 AMPST

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F I N I S

w.w.a.r.d.?

#TwilightZone

Got stars' supernova

Beef or pork is the meat that's dead of the stuff that used to fill the empty spaces the betweens

If I had your cherry bombs right here in my back pockets, my pants would really fire up scenes

Peace snatched from the millions of pairs of hands, poor me, pour me & you one more round

Firmly planted upon the bar's tools & the time at three AM is nearly the last ding dong sound.

Except for the drunk cowboy gettin' directly in my narrow way, out the front door, no stagger

Jumped me from behind just 'cause that's how all cowards are, at least the Ones I encounter

Email'd or FedEx'd as funny as it sounds, overnight or right away didn't matter a bit, you dig

Realty from being woke when I wake up in the morning 'til I hit the hay after an evening gig.

Foo-fighting with the winners of the battles in and out of the wars and epic poetry cannonballs

Spun out of control, invisible waves of lyrics, A sharp thru C flat & B diminished note catcalls

Hyperlinked & hypnotized in the beginning when the alpha beta unit skinned a replication sign

Dug deep down into the six feet holes, down where nobody gives a damn, swallow a fine line.

Soaked, wet-stone dry, the wheel still spins counter-clockwise without missing a beat or a tick

Out of the seven continental drifts of fuzz and dreams that may or not be harbingers of CoVid19

For all of us in a Garden of Allah's Eden, feeling of remorse at the steps of Death's finale scene

As if there's any other explanation for a planet 93 million miles from an intergalactic white dwarf. 

My babies from active lovers to concepts concealed within DNA code, the yin & yang of safety

Inside jobs for the union and the confederation, rebels & union jacks tweeted away my 'X' tea

Copyright my own blather so that nobody profits from cyber hacking on my invisible boondocks

Got the tweeting bird right here, muted into an eagle, so deeply into my creepy, tweeted rocks.

There is nothing left over from the beer putsch's plan, peerless and without a need for any FOB

Except one final follow up on the automatic system to absorb you & your credit to purchase free

An "eX" describing the unknown from either side of the smoke + or -, you know it all, A to Zee

Iron, steel, magma and essence of sweet cream, burnin' hot love to make, come o'er here baby.

Began the original sin and resulting eternal damnation that will never have a happy ending, aha!

Eureka!  I found it creeping under my skin when I got sober I saw God with your four eyed flaw

Cat-women & ape-men came together in peace & love after twenty millennia, now is then again

Meaning you're gonna die sooner or later, in due time, it's a perennial mutation so I wish it'd rain.

Sawing an idea in half will get a total of three, the original & the other two ideas produced, on fire

It's all Barbie & Ken dolls that make the whole world spin and wobble like a wiggle, I'm a holy liar

Hurt your hotblood and bones for good, in a coffin, in an urn or lost it all at sea or in Space-Time

Ken & Barbie married, divorced & died in a theater collapse, opening night, lemonade, hot lime.

Midnight specials come every time you need one, it's a rockin' & rollin' thing quite amazing to be

In the center of the climax without any fear of anything in or out of this world, it's all love for free

Hunting for food to stay alive and healthy, it's a competition with others who mean harm to yours

Nobody's safe, weapons & self defense required to survive, praying to God is an errand of fools.

Formatting the calculus in terminology only a genius contemplates while alone in an empty mind

Answer auto-generates a triple deck, sour dough toast, bacon, lettuce, tomato, mayo & cheese

More time to entertain the notion of intention and will going on a material-girl binge from Hades

Last detail you want is the one giving you the exact time & date of our personal ending we find.

In the cave, deep down and far away from Earth's surface, shadows on the walls appear darker

Same kicks in head where wise men fear to go, nothing resides inside the gypsy loudspeaker

Sound is a tactile video that creeps into one ear in order to slither out of the other narrow canal

Taste and smell it all, kicked back to immerse in the depth without a dimension, a son, immortal.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 7-24-2023 AD @ 2:22 PMPST

{ Full throttle jammin' to The @TwilightZoneMovie link https://youtu.be/Sh7IR7nXVP4  }

#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 }