#PlayFetch #PhoneyBaloney #ComeQuats #Socio-Politico #IgnorantWisdom #TheMightyTemptations #GoHeadUnload #NothingLeftPostSupernova

GOLDILOCKS IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE CAPPA-BETA-DELTA

Power of atomic fission and fusion causes the form of life that perpetuates it’ s formation
On being one virus to the largest reptiles & mammals reproducing en masse, God’s sun
A whole soul split into millions of sparks before falling into a big black hole with big teat
Outside It or within nothing at all, at the bottom of a barrel of monkeys, it’s apemen hits.

Satisfaction cannot exist upon a holy sun’s third-rock planet, probably get lucky anyway
Neither birth side of life nor death side of eternity fakin’ hype, reverse-engineer a droid
Without luck nor magic spells to cause the impossible to materialize, nothing’s left to say
Purpose and the final effect of this last stand in public and private is, wait for it, the Void.

Formula for the solution to the abstraction, inequality of the equation’s calculus is all…
Of it, for it, by it, past times, fleeting presence into destiny’s future, of being or not being
Alive with a heartbeat and healthy adaption to the dirty leftovers of the supernova sting
Left, de-materialized as wasted atoms do, magic spell dissolving a useless lord’s ring.

It wasn’t easy to explode the illusion’s full power to deceive, you & I know all about it
Why would anyone lie to you or me? Why deceive anyone for anything all, a trick pit
Deep down the black hole in the ground, it was always a sign of the red cross, a grail
Within which, essence thrives although invisible to the cyclops and a prison-felon tail.

Fisticuffs to settle the dispute of who is right and wrong to throw sticks & boned stone
At my head & my feet you see all that there ever was and all that will be in an xPhone
Perfectly as imperfect as an inequality of equals could be, no need to fear the holes
Between cold gas pockets in gravitational collapse mode, a rose is a rose is a rose.

Consume the matter before the living exhume your musty bones and 3 piece suit
Skeletons’ of dead humans look pretty much alike, all gone far from the life afoot
Scheme of One point of light, well connected by lifelines drawn straight as arrows
Bull’s eye at the center of a gradually reducing, set of colored rings’ circular rows.

First time & another two times, the bull’s eye was split into the exact middle dents
Matrix flexed & disappeared without warning, without recollection of it’s presence
Racked ‘em up high for the 8-ball to roll into the side off of the break, magical son
Daughters all know, mothers, sisters, aunts & wives, dreams seem like divine fun.

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r j j stephan, I
c. Samedhi, July XXIXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1500 hours PST
{ Jammed while listenin’ to #Masterpiece @TheMightyTemptations & https://youtu.be/0vvuhLZiPA0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HotHittingSomethingSoftWetWild #DiesInThreesTimesNine RIP TONY BENNETT, SINEAD O'CONNOR & RANDY MEISNER

GOT CAUGHT LYING, WE HUNG A BATTER UP

Full of the given bovine scat once you’re born above the bung’s hole, it stinks to high heaven
Being in the middle or at the perimeter of the matter and energy performing in a lion bone den
Peerless among the herd’s followers & leaders who argue in circles for extinction’s Cinderella ball
It’s comin’ so wait for it or not, you may be dead by then but it’s certain death ahead of us all.

This and that, over here and over there, things come and go, actually dematerialize in Space’s time
In the mirror, you see no image reflecting you from the darkness’ empty, atomic fusion’s rhyme
Mummies, corpses without organs, sewed up the empty shell, put lipstick on a pig, pants on mama
Dresses on papa, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents on both sides to accumulate the DNA of RA.

You and I don’t know the things we believe to be true but we have the blind faith regardless, I’m all in
For the duration of days and nights spinning into & out of my #Woke #WideAwake mind of mortal sin
Hottest and coldest days and nights in Evolution of the planet Earth’s spinning revolution, orbital seed
What is the Sun that shines other than our creator and sustainer of this cold & hot, holy, divine speed.

Took it to the streets with & without the fire and flower, both high and low, question weed’s gold burn
High UFO’s and the corpus dillecti are the elephant in the room, the Space of the Cosmos has no Time
Fortune welcomed your mating parents, first cause of you, yourself & what you assume is the evil eye
Given and taken in the spirit of the unknown, SHINING STAR & what it’s been doin’ to you & me, sigh!

Healing the pain’s suffering and making lemonade out of the tree’s lemons, it’s just begun, I’m all in
Again and again in perpetuity, a happening for love or just the thrust of making Life immortally a Sin
Picking and grinning the days and night before I pass out on the gurney or the undertaker’s tin slab
Cold as the Outerspace between Earth & the moon, other planets unseen by eyes without a lens.

To loan the words from an Uncle who wooed Juliette, Romeo said, to be or not to be, no question
I came here in good faith, I’m leaving without faith in anything alive that will admit to original sin
There was never a creator who or which demanded obedience as payment for a Force to be in US
Now you & I know the absolute Truth, we’re alive & we’re all gonna die, alone or on the Hell bus.

Somewhere in the heaven above the Earth’s star stuff, there can be show, ‘cause there’s Hell below
On the way down, it’s all up to you, nobody is in charge, you are nobody, you’re in charge my foe
Divine allies are all down with black holes waiting for Nothing at all but dark matter & eggs’ splatter
One, two, three & fourth dimensions drank Time, Black Jack diamonds & gold is gone, I’m with her!

I had a secret that nobody told me about but I forgot what it was, I know I couldn’t say the words
So, I had to recollect the content without allowing my mind to be read by psychics & psychiatrists
Locked tight as a vacuum without gas, Nothing more secure than absolutely, microscopic dirt balls
Fuzz-distorted intellectual compilations of recollected & predictable history of sacrificial downfalls.

Human, Man & Woman, come & go with the wobble, any time or place, accidentally cow under bull
Undercover brothers and sisters without parental guidance or supervision are the tools of the Roses
Flowers above the seeds and stems grown out of the star dirt leftovers, funk of the Void & the Null
Spears of pointed, jagged rock from another planet, not of this Earth, proves that aliens are losers.

Came here in Time & Space to see what we all have done, before & after the present crowd of herd
Understanding the reality of Nuclear weapons amongst us, proves that extinction is immanent too
For us & them, every star from here to Alpha Centauri will know the Blow, appears to be Supernova
Enjoyed the awareness in gaol, underneath the underworld’s complex, you are dead, “aye como va?”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 7-27-2023 @ 1111 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @Santana #OyeComoVa link @ https://youtu.be/thZNLqlqd4s }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

SLOW GIN FIZZ FOR FREE @SantanaTequilla @CasaNoble

It’s fine, it's all about being one happy hippy

Fill a buster all the way up to the top, it’s never over the top just up to the precipice of the lip’s edge
Time puts everything in yo’ belly in perspective whether you like it or not, it’s the final attempt to hedge
My bets that are all underdog shots in the dark, where I make my living and dying days full of the scat
Freight or passenger transportation of the herds of clothed and naked apes, all along like a feral cat.

In our ol’ by-and-by we’re state of the art, further than we suspect, heavenly pits’ graveyardly topsoil
Hard rocks and slate of stone, four walls, a plaster ceiling covering up Cielo-azure skies, marbled ground
You know and I know deep down inside what the score is, we’re winning & it’s One to Nothing, Winning!
Last gasp from further struggles but you wanna hold that breath forever, you gotta blow it out the thing.

Shocked finger in the wet socket, electric ladies being stroked by slow hands & fickle tickles of the game
What I am, who you are, where & when the place & time is now, later or before tomorrow’s God fates
Brought you down to Hellfire where your guardian angels fear to go, they can’t handle the heat’s flame
Hitched a ride with the fastest mustang in Missouri, headed to Illinois’ Quincy College, felonious dates.

Strong striptease and a weak finish to the fake pause before the orgasmic tension flies into cherry pie
All sweet & either cold or warm from the oven, it’s the essence of sweet & I ain’t gonna ever lie, I’d die
Custard’s good, whipped cream, cherries, bananas, lemon meringue or chocolate mousse, two lip licks
Dreams can’t come true when you can’t slept a wink, Hot Potato began what can be called, Dick’s kicks.

In the finale a couple hours after the beginning of the movie, everything makes sense, so complicated
Beyond the good and the evil we’re indoctrinated with, there’s just the last gasp of gas, rigor mortised
Five won’t get you ten anymore, the blood and bones atrophy, get burned or buried, like all our kinfolk
Rolled away god-dog souls out of sight & mind & in the long run, dead & gone, rock, granite-stone joke.

Slow hand moves fret to fret, chords diminished yet sharp in a minor way, headed to a seventh heaven
A, B, C, D, E, F & G combined or single, all alone staccato or dragged into the warm oven’s pork & bacon
Wise or ignorantly aloof in the same equation to fill the empty gap of zeroes and ones, I am that I am
What it has always been & will always be, me, myself & one ego, the I, the master of sons, God’s dam.

Calculate the trigonometry and advanced algebra Life beyond the Evil function of a twilight zone-sun
Unrelated to mother, father, sister, brother, cousin yet related to caves & hard rocks, some & everyone
I know what I always say but I’ve forgotten now, I’ve gone too far deleting my memorable baggage et al
Harps stroked, fingers’ bones calloused just to keep the rhythm & the beat in synchronicity’s bubble.

Morphed from living protoplasm into the stench aroma of uncooked dead meat, head to the feet
Perfume for the dead, no stinking and no hunger for the dead things to defecate, out of our seat
Holy and defiled at one and the same time whether we like it or not, All good is awfully, evil bad
Pricks of pins, forcing openings wider to let out the mud, the blood & beer, Coke Caine clear out!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, July XXVIth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Jacked out of this here rock, listenin’ to @EricClapton #SlowHanded; @BobSeger #LikeARock on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fMIJuuk1SFs & #Route66 @TheRollingStones link @ https://youtu.be/Q131ZJ6YkG0 }

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