#SpitPolished #SpitShined #SpitOnSpitters #SpecialCounsel #DepartmentOfInjustice #POTUSkidsHallPass

YOU KNEW BETTER, YOU FAILED AD INFINITUM

.47 caliber fired arms & dog legs to shoot the little balls around the rough and the green’s tiny holes
It’s a struggle from the first to the last draw of breath from this matrix of whiskey & gin bottled moles
Underneath everything that’s solid is a potential of being the oozing liquid seeping from the squeeze
Lemons or limes, watermelons or nothin’ but kumquats nobody can drink, I always say, yes, please?

Vacant look between my crossed-eyes because that’s what is inside of my mind, nothing, nobody’s kin
Brother, son, uncle, father, compatriot from another mother, we all are One & the same, all for One
Evil spelled backward is Live & so it goes, time after time, no matter what the history has recorded in
Book of Lies and Recollections are the way the judgement will become a conclusion, one ton of fun.

Shattered into a trillion bytes, the program is full of emptiness & fragrant scents of body odor whiffs
Dreamt about what didn’t happen until the dream repeated like being in a twilight zone of guitar riffs
Finally the song ends but the silence remains the same, quiet as if born on Earth as a deaf mutant boy
Born from a loud, outspoken girl who conceived an immaculate injection of grace & sauce of the soy.

Up and down the scale of Do, Re & Mi the notes tap into riffs of chords, sevenths & staccato arpeggios
All in the form of introduction to the finale & the silence of the audience after the stage collapsed-in
Suddenly, sound of tons of voices murmuring & mumbling about the situation, “rose is a rose is a rose”
Boys & girls either mate & multiply the species or end their DNA code script in a crypt of tagged toes.

Fired from all jobs I’ve had since I was twelve, paper routes to corporate mogul of a mega corporation
I am still alive, still kickin’ in the barn as if I’m less than a century old, I am but One and then I’m done
No probability of return from the end of life, we’ve seen the dead get cooked, eaten & defecated, son
Not only is none of this your fault but it’s your obligation to accept the Mankind original evil, Eve’s sin.

For excellence of the beasts of burden is to be used up until there’s nothing left for using
One more thing before we disconnect the hook, you will forget about it all, it’s really dying
Love & Life, gift from above, alive until we got below to look in a mirror, god dropped a dime
Happiness or not, fortune to have been here even one micro moment in empty Space’s time.

Surface to air Minuteman missiles launched above to look out below where target meets TNT
Periodic tables of pool & ping pong allow the matrix a fling in it’s flux, annihilation of you & me
Fishing for fish that have become extinct due to human intelligence cancelling logic’s reasoning
War just to battle for Peace, quiet without sound, as a deaf & dumb idiot lives on, happy ending.

It’s here & now because it was there & then a long time ago, before we got here to check it out
It’s hard, it’s soft, visible & invisible yet aromatic and smells taste like burnt hair’s cardiac arrest
Infinite is down and the finite is up, that’s the way it was the first time I saw reality, all the best
Nothing changes a thing, color it is & the color it will be are the same, ghostly head, out & about.

Cause of Death is Life conceived out of two gametes of code, never changed, always blue on black
Time line is past & on to the future, present is gone as soon as it comes out of nowhere, back Jack
Arguments for the Truth cannot be heard by the things themselves, only the appearance is evident
Illusion is open to interpretation, here’s mine, I’m payin’ off the karma to the Power, I paid the Rent.

by
r j j stephan, I

c. Jeudi, August 10th 2023 AD @ 505 PMPST

{ Dedicated to my Great Grandparents & Parents, just because it needed to be done, while jammin’ to #HITS of @TheTemptations youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RfyFI-4ZsaE?list=PL8E23AF5B23BF0A8C }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SmugglersBlues

DWARF GAS, FORM ESSENCE GOLDEN LEAD, 12^THPLANET DOOM

Chip and form the rocks into records of history and evolution from the naked apes who were here before
Garden of Eden & Adam alone without a partner, a loner without a need or desire for a UFO closed door
Fear mongering for the masses is all that can be expected, we know deep down inside, what the score is
Pretender descendants of ancestors we regard as the Wise & the Dead, eternally punished by grand-kids.

Saying words understood by the common good, bad & ugly of every piece of dirt above water in the Void
Earth is what the Void is, no need to explain or define it all as all too human feet stand upon, this android
No possession of any free will to power the Causes & Effects of Time & Space, abstraction to obstruction

Keeping you & all your kinfolk in mind, I’ve this blind faith that I'll believe Nothing, as it’s always been.

Warriors died more than they survived, as battles engaged the living to introduce black jolly roger flags
Of, by & for early ancestral Vikings & organized criminal syndicates invisible as snail & oyster shell tags
In the car where you sleep because you can’t afford the rent for a bedroom, kitchen & bathroom pit-stop

Seventy plus years, nobody but Nimrod knows and that’s the way it is until midterms, rising to #pi 3.14?

What are “my people” other than my kinfolk, sons, wives, daughters, aunts, mothers who knew the boys
Fathers and grandfathers before them, hundreds of dots in a matrix, form of shaped lights in living color
On or off the back of the bus, CTA caught my grandfather’s foot in a closing door, kool-aid drunk, boy-toy
Mob of mobsters has been segregated from the general population, revolution is televised by a fool, boy.

Sarah smiled and I knew from that moment on that nothing would ever be the same, nevermore, as such
Bent Time & Space to fit the narrative, all calculated phrases lead to a desired outcome, stone blind faith
You can take it or leave it at your own peril, nothing personal but you’re a moron to lose your compass to
Powers so invisible yet in some way or another eternally yours to do what you will with it all, doom who?

On the honor of your & my forefathers, I swear that everything I say is true to the best of my knowledge
I will take back the whole shebang if it turns out that I’m in an awkward position, up or down, in or out
Anyway we deduce the inductive arguments for the Truth of the conclusions, inferiority complex on edge
Last effect is blown or impossible, either way, nobody gets it, not even pink houses for you, Knowledge.

by
r j j stephan, i

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W.W.A.R.D.?

c. Mercredi, August 9th 2023 A.D. @ 888 PMPST
{ drafted while listenin’ to @ClarenceAndGinniThomas https://youtu.be/wJuRx1wARUk #PoliticsPowerAHuman }

IT AIN'T RED UNTIL OXYGEN CONQUERS THE PURPLE #SATCH #CHURCH #YoJackLowJack

ITS THING IS TO PLAY YOUR HEART’S STEEL STRINGS

Getting into the middle of the circle, the square, the triangle or any obtuse angle of Mind
Inside where words don’t apply, it’s an awareness that you’re here & now, ain’t dead yet
Although, any moment today or tomorrow although it wasn’t yesterday’s pitch black hole
Not only do I want to survive Death, but I’ve been programmed to expect a kick in my soul.

No savior for me or for you even though you desire this One with all of your heart’s blood
On deck with all the hands you need to power the unmoved mover, carrying aircraft might
Are you both here and now but also aware of the pending doom in an ultraviolet stoplight
Punks born from spoiled brats & had no moral compass, spread out, The Arc’s great flood.

I am not the public’s enemy but the enemy of the public never likes folks like gangster tools
Contents of the massive, fertile mind just outside of Earth’s atmosphere, well, there’s fools
No obligation of things that don’t think, Nothing is responsible for a divinely caused whore
Used to ante up and bet the raise or call the bluff, gold & silver at the center grocery store.

Now then, getting over the mystified leap of faith that you’re gonna run out of Time in Space
As the Earth’s dirt and rock support the blood running, water running & political loss of face
That’s all below the empty void around this planet and everything we know about Ink Blots
Outside of Earth’s atmosphere, Nothing identifies itself to astronauts & astral camera shots.

It’s a critical condition to be in a helicopter that runs smack into another in a mid-air stunt
But it may not be worse than dying without knowing if your Ego survives the flower blunt
Superlative Ego & Id in charge of the funk you’ve immersed within, a doctor would, a PhD
Not a surgeon or a psychiatrist, just being all too human is more than enough, Godseye’s Z

Offending your defense prior to your retaliation with your own inferior offense, boomer
No accident to be named ‘sound’ of One final noise the animals will hear, soul collector
Sonic boom out of nowhere means something broke the speed of sound barrier above
Look out below a separated air pocket as it repatriates to its previous boom boom love.

Formed shape, cosmic, atomic matter of H2O & heavy metals, wavelength low abstract
This is the one and the same thing as it’s always bee\n & it always will be, a Life’s Facts
Harmony in the end on the way through the unintended chaos, bareback ridin’ a mule
Roadies on tour, stage hands, the ends justify the means, explode & make us the fool.

Spy on your friends, family and everybody else, that will give you the lowdown on it
No more time left in Space once your last gasp blows away into the great lake’s spirit
You may have moved to and fro since the first suck of air inside of St. Ann’s maternity
Decades of months, 740 or more months, maybe less, I’ve lost some time to destiny.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August VIIth 2023 Anno Domini @ 8:45 PMPST

{ Jacked out of the matrix while jammin’ to @JohnCougar #AintThatAmerica https://youtu.be/jJKF14y6JqA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?