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PAINLESSNESS IS ALL I EVER WANTED; THEREFORE, YOU MADE MY DREAMS COME TRUE

Beginning right here at the end of Omega where wise men fear to go, I offer you a trap with no exit
Entrance you came through at conception and birth to retrieve this factoid is closed now, forever It
Referred to as the Origin, the God who created the matter, the atoms, the history of civilization jazz
As above, so below the thing itself disintegrates without a trace, nobody plays on the razz ma tazz.

Flights above the stratosphere into what the land lovers call the heavens, that’s where Love resides
Where nothing else is, nothing else can come to or go from this everything in the cosmos, God hides
In & out burgers eaten with vigor and a hope to have another, animal style with the grilled dirt bulbs
What it always will be is what it’s always been, the present for a second, a moment of unholy selves.

Perfect only when One and once mitotically divided, Time begins the disintegration of Space Void
Always near the end of the beginning because there are only two ways to be, origin of the android
Adam’s Evening, stars in this rerun movie, far away from our own star, The Sun, pathological high It
Out of any control of the Will to Power, out of control unto annihilation of a dream within a dream.

If & only if this conditional is absolutely true, it’s impossible to posit bogus premises, Truth be told
No regrets for passed over actions that could have occurred due to the interdiction of my free will
Let bygones be bygones and let the chips fall where they may, in the pot where the house wins it all
Maybe not every game but the game that counts at the end, that’s the House specialty, kick the ball.

Goals, points, scores of touchdowns and the wins and losses of the games, all ending agony of defeat
Last throw, last kick, last hit, last slapshot, no more passing the pea, game over when subs hit the floor
Wasting time passing, shooting & sucking wind to show that you earned your paycheck, warmin’ pines
Knowledge & wisdom come to future coaches who warmed benches, whistles sucked wind, paid fines!

Bunch of terror-stricken families of the players who can’t catch a break, wannabees who will never be
Stars upon the pine wood floors shining their shadows into the respect of unknown lovers of she & he
Paying fans, working for cash to pay the entertainers for their attitudes and gratitude for playing games
Getting high up without blood or tears, just max sweat like a human waterfall, Gatorade Hall of fame.

Peers visit the deadmen and headwomen knowing they’ll be following in an unknown future moment
Policies and procedures will not interfere when there’s no air to blow the holy soul’s indebted payment
Golden silver certificates pretending that tree pulp or rock dirt means you owe me or I owe you a debt
Something’s got to give, everything implodes into a Singularity’s reversal of evolution, tete a tete is set.

Now, it’s too late to reverse the course & become the human that’s just all too human, it’s curtains
The final curtain is coming down and the actors in the play can’t see the End, oblivious to the Sins
Disobedience of the laws & rules, the commands given by the Unknown, author of this sin-a dome
Written on rock, in stone with the lightening’s thunderbolts, unseen UFO UAP’s mere phenomena.

Check off the gruesome and the incredible from the list, we have death & the unbelievable to deal
At the games with players who don’t know this is a game being played, they’re being played for real
It’s not a mean trick by an evil genius, it’s just the way it is, that’s all & there’s nothing more to glean
What I am, what you are & everybody else is can be nothing more, hear no evil, I invented, ‘Mean!’
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August 5th 2023 AD @ 1111 AMPST
{ Cracked this out the #GrooveTube this AM while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EErSKhC0CZs }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

PAIRS OF TRIPLETS EQUALS WORD-UP #InsideKORNhusks

GREATEST LIVES ON EARTH, ATE LIKE GODZILLA’S GRANDDAUGHTER’S GODSONS

Thinking the same thought I’ve thought forever and a day, for once it’s produced there’s no return
From the Past history of events that occur to you, me & everyone else, we’ll draw from that pallet
Formulating color & shapes too, mouth duct-taped although tongue is tied up in a white mamba
One paranoid snake came out of nowhere and Eve the First Lady, learned to push the golden urn.

Powder’s bone-dry and nobody can take me fair & square, saw the dawn and the dusk at once
Dead zone, before the twilight and after the social ladder broke apart into dead orphans of Man
All of it from the atoms to the mountains down here on Earth, outside’s another inner dunce
Followed the repeats & reruns, checkin’ everything out to leave nothing left out, make sense?

Of course, machines breakdown, things die due to mechanical failure to communicate the words
Truth is no matter which words you formulate, Truth will never, ever be, essssssssssssssssssssay
To not be you’d have to have already been before now, entertaining notions of false dirty birds
I got into the groove and my sharpness got stuck between scratches of vinyl, no need to pray.

Living small on the allotted property in Gold country kept it all under the radar fixation with girls
Friends of my father’s daughters & my sister’s gaggle of a gang, humble pie for all y’all who dine
On the dead organic meat & bone marrow in a stew to keep the family loaded with smoke pine
All good flower to seed, whiff drifts out of the world to the next one, too far to clutch the pearls.

Horror is horrible but any alternative to death and rotting life may be acceptable for a while
It may take a while to become accustomed to the New World’s Order, like it or not in a pile
Stacked since day one of the garbage creators who cannot recycle the matter, pollution balls
Experts won’t agree, therefore, Nothing is absolutely true, everything’s blurred & likely false.

Who will be the patsy for CIA operations that will be sabotaged, enjoy the ride, be unhinged
That depends on the time of day & the place in Space that the event occurs, racin’ hot-rods
There is a mushroom in my soup, it’s a huge portobello sliced into 50 pieces, fungi porridge
After or before the supping, a prayer of thanks for bringing it & surviving the poison bloods.

Prognosis, exegesis ends the alpha ape’s jurisdiction over the rest of the divinity story’s blitz
Splitting an imaginary Nirvana in two from its naturally occurring oneness state, humans’ fists
Conception’s tool or trap depending on one night’s day-mare, original concept, an omen moon
Liberty or Death, said the older man who saw a mindful eye-full of the dream as a mob goon.

Approval of everything and disapprove nothing at all, dream within a dream of old Ed Poe
I get creeped out by words directing my mind in a horrifying response mode to a fear blow
Pain, suffering a brain’s knee-jerk reaction to red hot bodies and frozen cold toes with tags
Sinning nine innings, four quarters, three periods or two halves, Tomorrow-land Spam flags.

I’m not in charge of anything other than breathing air in and out of my lungs, I can’t stop it
Not that I’ve tried, I’m lying, yes I have tried it, to no avail, it’s impossible for me to deposit
My soul on the altar of sacrificing lambs and calves on a BBQ to the gods of land, air & fire
Theoretical priest of Words, ignorant fool at the pinnacle of ministering Truth, Big Sur liar!

Large waves thrust up against a continental shelf of imaginary western crust, a cliff above
Ole Mexico, California, Oregon, Washington, British Columbia, on down to Tiera del Fuego
On an earth-trek with normal, weak human feet and legs, in my mind I do it all in imagery
Imagination from uncaused atomic matter of a universal First Being, top secrets unto me.

Being meaning more than Nothingness is an illusion required to avoid going insane
This is not for imbeciles or any humans who believe they can Live without body pain
Slashin’ upstream oar/canoe forms, hard-time, killer otters ate Betty & Barney Rubble
Three steps for a simple man hookin’ up a complicated human in a royal Blue Bubble.

Yelling for help in a vacant and empty cave with nothing but your own unforced echo
High time you found your stride such a long while before the final stretch, back row
Bleeding out the good, bad & ugly like there’s no tomorrow, tank’s runnin’ on empty
I see the finish line, I see no one to the rear or side of my stride, Word Up, .44c I see!

by
rjjstephan, I

c. Jeudi, August 3rd 2023 AD @ 1111 AMPST
{ Dystopian music played as I drafted this gem, listenin’ to #StartingOver @ChrisStapleton on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/A3svABDnmio }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPIER MY BROTHER, IF YOU WERE HERE . . . RIP ALLEN ROBERT STEPHAN 1956 AUGUST 2ND-INFINITY #SkynyrdInnards

FIFTEEN WILL GET YOU TWENTY, CAPECE?

In the ghetto where the ghosts never leave the streets, crosswalks be damned if I do or don’t
I’ve crawled and ran slow & fast as I could up and down streets & boulevards, avenues won’t
Hide your dark shadow & bones from the bogey man, might be more than one, truth’s her fear
Ponzi schemin’ on the last one standing with a potent tool in one hand & dead air in the other.

Modesty and humility are all I have gleaned from the gift of awareness, all that I am, The Sum
Of this and that, inner and outer relevance to a centerfold stapled between pages of reportage
Advertising the good, the bad & the ugly to reverse the inherited effects we have turned a page
Burnt fingertips’ fingerprints off of the molten winged one, meta morphed into a butterfly, son.

I stop and think about things I can’t do anything about, wasted time I’ll ne’er get a do over
Just because it’s the way it’s supposed to be & it can’t be another guy’s backyard, wife kicked
Freedom was always a distant horizon, always aims at the bull’s eye & misses it by that much
A smidgen is all it missed by but I was 50 yards away from a touchdown to such and such.

Home is where your & my heart is, it’s deeper than your muscle pumpin’ blood up to spit
Silence is more still than you ever thought was possible, no matter how you want to change
Once the atoms settle down & stop being animated, the spirit is disseminated to recycle it
Who you were before conceived by inseminated egg? Well now you’re farout on the range.

I ain’t writin’ no letters, it hurts too much to be gone so long, I feared the hate of the haters
Old boys and girls who turned into the old men & old women who still dodged the drafters
Moved to a place in space that don’t put no fight in your face, y’all getting’ my drift, it’s scat
Not only that but also this here is all there is, Soul Earth, Nothing exists everywhere I’m at.

I thank my father, my brother, my brothers & sisters from other mothers & of course, mama
Whose labor I consigned to her so I could enter the portal of this twilight zone’s grand papa
Somewhere way over any rainbow regardless of the lunar orbital trajectory about a dead star
What you don’t know won’t hurt you unless you find out, they will be eight to the music bar.

I don’t care either way, it’s either an illusion of the mind or a fixation on being fit to survive it
Death is a concept until you die, then it’s reality, really extinction of the third & fourth kinds
Memories can’t be recalled, no brain or mind survives the organic failure of the DNA genome
Nobody’s fault, an unrealistic adolescence produced, rather than a bum, a man deaf & dumb.

Now the fear of being dead overwhelms you 'til you fall backward on your sword or powder dry
Bullets useless without the firepower, the flint-spark to ignite the wildfire that is uncontainable
Battles for retaliation against agitation & prevention of revolution of the yang & the yin of High
Buddies of the buds, swallowed, breathed, in & out, gods below Zeus & Ra & old Ala, Moveable.

An anomaly philosophy professor from the 80’s trained at Cornell, served ham sandwich on rye
Conclusion deduced that smug appears to be a necessary condition of blinded faith in a dad guy
Knock on the guys who wind up bein’ dads is they are not programmed to program selfless kids
Program for selfishness to chain-react the origin of extinction, cro-mag species, good riddance.

Whistle louder than a train rollin’ down the railroad tracks inside a tunnel under a mountaintop
Rocky stones leftover nothing burgers giving a notion that the Big Bang occurred, no proof pop
I beg your pardon, but I’m trained by the best in Western philosophy and idiot savant brothers
Sisters of the cloth, sheep of the holy See who obey the rules of the hood, yo’ mama mothers.

Secrets told as if Truth exposed to the ignorant, myopic idiots would turn them around about
Virtually your mother, some dead woman your father would have mated with, is a ghost scout
To see if you can handle a psychic message from the Id within, no fear to be at One with Zero
Only you know what I know, conclusive if & only if it ends in a leap of faith, my dad, my hero.

Earth’s dirt, spinning & wobbling causing wind all warmed by the sun’s dark star blowin’ up
Calm down & allow the gas to emit from the exhaust or else you will implode in a Dixie cup
Failure to shout this communication but I’ll still aim for the target I can’t call on my iPhone
You all & all of your family should get ready to die, make a will, keep it safe, numskull done.

Robbery on the highway to Hades just to make ends meet, it’s just a side job malfunction
In or out of daydreams of Dave and Deb, the twins who came to still gestation’s incubation
This ain’t your daddy’s mindfulness, in retreat with the holy name of the Tao, father Sonny
Induction deduced worldwide, pretty & certain death to succeed, no Santa or Easter bunny.

They advised me that the fix was in before I was born or even thought of at all, I’m a tool
To strongarm, hammer or screw the putsch, gotta be done, customized tube, po’ boy fool
Mere message from a flounder upon the sea, always looking up, can’t see, look out below
Imagine Earth ignites into a daystar, ancient bones disintegrate, already gone down, flow.

by
r j j stephan I
c. Mercredi, August 2nd 2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted by my janitor, or my plumber, I can’t recollect but while jammin’ to
3 HOURS & some change to @GovtMule LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/9ganwvg6wR4 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?