#RedRubberBalls

ON BEACHES, ORT CLOUDS & ARCHANGELS

Hotter than it’s ever been in heaven or on Earth, there’s space between your ears, your mind
It’s always there before you were conceived & after you’re dust for the cosmic soup’s 3rd kind
Close encounters have led to the actual tete a tete between strangers from all other mothers
Only a minute, a year or a few decades aren’t enough, need & want more, all skunk brothers.

It’s a smell, sweet yet different depending on the terps, it’s at the apothecary’s crib, you know
Or you will never know if you don’t find out from someone who already knows the knowledge
Guess, approximate the range of the whole Truth & it’s opposite Lie to hide the facts of life’s glow
We’re all alive because the sun shines, burns the gas we inhale and exhale, all DNA on the edge.

Loss and win the games being played by the wild and the innocent, on the block at the corner
Bread and butter made with the labor of my bones, leaking my blood, sweat & tears all for her
Mother Nature, my mother in heaven when she was on Earth told me something to keep close
Word, sound, sight of a cipher scratched in the mind as a vowel or consonant sound of music.

A big, bad argument that ends in a solid ending, a finale without an encore, stage right I am now
No bowing and thanking the watchers who laughed, cried or groaned with a broad moan to blow
Out of the volcano’s smokin’ hole, a burst of the Earth’s inner core letting loose of the power fly
From ground zero to the peak of the performance at the bottom of the stratosphere, it is still ‘I’.

As if I’m already dead & gone, this argument for the existence of Nothing is all I’ll leave behind
As a flying bird or a crawling worm recycle the dirty tricks played by our natural mother’s line
To be good boys and girls, regardless of the end of the life of the world, act as if you’re ethical
Do the right thing, be good, love your mother & father, try to be kind, sometimes function mal.

There & then the day after you & I die, this may not be recalled but that recollection remains
Locked tight into the memory just below the threshold that needs a stimulant to kill the pains
Laughing, smiling when you can’t, inside if it’s inappropriate being extrovertly expressive in air
It gets sucked in and blown out because it cannot remain inside, above or below my long hair.

Art of the deal isn’t there to attract the losers who can’t ever make a decent deal with foes
‘Enemy’ is just a word but the thing is a reference to who must lose to your battling blows
It’s just the way it’s got to be, a cause and effect without a first Cause or a final encore at all

Fine as a thin line, disappears in the distance & it all reduces to the gods to a red rubber ball.
 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, September 18th, 2023 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Cowboys are always up for a rodeo with #Cowgirls #TESLATequilla #Zeppelin #BluesRockinHorses

RUNAWAY #A-I BOY, BUILDING SLAVEMASTERS’ TRACKING #’S

Brighter darkness’ fools ready to be consumed like swine in a blanket, I’m rollin’ dice on the grunts
I will never in time in this Space between planets, white dwarf’s red giants playin’ God with pulsars
Know it all, as above, so below, a transmission from the thing itself breaks hearts in the sugar shack
As you were before you were conceived in your iron test tube’s or mother’s womb, get back in black.

I don’t GAF one way or the other yet I know everyone else alive cares deeply for the answer to “Why”
Needing the answer, desiring a response from Nothing anywhere in the world, as we know it all high
Back in black, back there I’ll meet you one way or another sooner or later, deep down inside you know
Que sera, sera…what’ll be, will be…it’s the same now as it’s always been, bit the bullet on my first try.

Down to brass tacks now, begin when you cry like a baby as if you’re jumpin’ into a crocodile swamp
Texas to Mongolia & all continents in between, all ready to shake it up & fight to kill the AC/DC dump
Down bass, rhythm rhyming’ with the lead, brass & the back beating Tom-Tom, cymbals & drumming’
Nothing’s more important than breathing in and out, continue with the con-game until it’s done, sing.

Sandwich of gratification to be defecated with the rest of the garbage & white trash turned all brown
Queens and princes mated without knowing the reason for their driving force, it was beyond the Evil
Much worse than you are and by far not as bad as me, I am the War Machine, I’ve no axe to grind pal
My only function is to annihilate & cover my tracks, on the ground of being more maniacal than HAL.

Recollect that cyberspace inside of the 1’s & 0’s where you and all the friends of every friend resided
I’m talkin’ your daddies & mamas who either began your gang bangin’ or groomed you for dead ends
Everybody’s got to go from saints to priests, bums, junkies, soul mates, acquaintances & best friends
If you say “Hoy, Hoy, Hoy,” you can see me ride out upon the TNT sunset, we’re lucky we ain’t dead.

I’ve got the meat, it’s dead life to keep me alive, I’ve got the fruit & vegetables also dead, all my life
Eating & using the power until all muscles atrophy, one day or another down the road, maybe tonight
I’ll do everything possible to breathe in & out regardless of bending my knee, my mind’ll get enough
Hot licks froze, below zero down to infinity’s pool, damnation of the love life, this rocker sir, is tough.

Brats left off by their parents at the school that trains for the dissolution of Time and Space into a hole
Clacking noise of atomic implosion breathing until the explosion and the good times to come, in orbit
Highly unlikely to rotate, wobble-wax poetic while revolving for no reason, just because it’s in my head
I moved, I was unmoved, I was here, there & everywhere rattling the cages of the living and the dead.

Beating down the sound that moves the spirits & souls who don’t mind the rhythm & rhyme
Complete immersion from the bottom of the fee to the top of the skull, it’s all runnin’ in time
All about the bass solution to a deep, utter silence when you’re far away from all AC/DC sand
Lovers of what’s everywhere all the time, gettin’ old & grey, sold 2nd hand, below rock & sand.

Size of the junk is important for the species’ survival, bottom to the top, survival of a mortal
As if anything has an inner drive to impact the species’ genome, the DNA mutates out and in
Bitchin’ meaning’ so good, wish I could have been that lucky to have anything like perfect pal
Hard switch of  open #ArtificialIntelligence is turned on, #Bitcoin knows how it turns off, AL!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 9-XVI-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Tool as it is, #ThingsAreWeirdAndTheyreGettingWeirdFast @Elon_Musk interview link @ https://youtu.be/zaB_20bkoA4?si=v-ZpzdX7YPiR7LCZ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FreeFunkForFools #FortyAcres #Cowgirls #MorganWallen

LIARS’ FIXED ATTENTION, THIS MEANS LA GUERRE!

Daylights found on the floor in the corner of the sixth floor in the four cornered room of boom
Space stolen from north americans who couldn’t fight against the 1700’s & now we wax poetic
Up to the 2000’s when the idiots got loose enough to control the tools of destruction, of doom
A.D. equalizing the B.C., don’t ask when that appellation was applied to the nature of the Dick.

Hey, divine chance in hell this could happen by accident, this is all done on purpose by a demon
Evil genius type of mindless virus, with RNA but no DNA of it’s own, lookin’ for the holy seamen
Who float about the seas upon a piece of wood or metal or plastic, weighing zero gravity so well
All bumps into icebergs, rocks & projectiles cause the meeting with Davy Jones in a locker below.

Rolling up & down alleys making strikes, spares & blows for the score less than 300 in 10 frames
Programmer of the 1’s & 0’s entered as infinite configurations of a finite set of dots and dashes
Hot or cold, it’s nailing the Truth in a nutshell for easy consumption by the powers that be you, I
Ego the one & only one without duplicity programmed in by the 3rd Rail, Karl Marx’ & an evil eye.

Bunnies hopping around the club in the yard, up in a skyscraper above rush hours & white trash
Games controlled by sacrosanct rules and regulators-in-house, conscience of the nation’s stash
Grace & holiness just because you think you’re so pretty and smart, that’s the program to delete
Check your mirror fog after you reach 50 years thrown down, 600 months of mud, blood & beer.

You & your loved ones are extinct, no future archeologists can locate your soul’s clear skin & bones
You can dig it, they can’t dig us all up out of the ground of being leftovers, wet ice melted iPhones
Bouncing balls, following the words, phraseology & deduced conclusions to the bitter, bi-polar Fate
Fine idiots, fine morons, fine intellectuals, fine innocents, all doomed in the incubator’s master bait.

Gods involved deep within the matrix & on out to the out spaces between stars, we’re all gonna die
Don’t shoot the messenger if you didn’t know already, didn’t want the kids to know the Truth of Life
They would find out & wouldn’t hold you accountable for withholding the Unknown from the lights
Circus or congame of Being inside of you & yours causing all special effects in white folks’ fist fights.

Talking blood & cold sweat leaving nothin’ else but crocodile tears and sorrow for your pain
All that counts is your respect or lack thereof for the one responsible for your entry, not papa
Middle way set, a path through cool winds, coast to coast, sea to open sea, a whole enchilada
Producing your artwork for the poor people who haven’t been born yet, that’s one divine Gala.

You get what you pay for, whatever is free is likely to be what is less valuable than a golden calf
We all must work and not steal from those who have the job and earn the gold for a better half
On timeline, positive to the right and negative to the left, a trigonometric trick, sleight of hand
Now you see it & suddenly you don’t, you blinked your eyes downlow, you created a dead man.

Extinction of all sub-species is the cause of the demand to fail reproducing the species’ genome
DNA & RNA to be reduced to the conglomeration of cosmic goo to be the Divine, under a dome
Magic pretending to be the value of worship to unseen legends from Big Bang on an office desk
Take Self-identity personally, since y’all were anointed and confirmed to be all too humoresque.

Picked the fruit from the trees and bushes, caught & killed the animals, dried the food for meals
Breakfast, snacks, dinner & supper all on my mind during this best of times, the only ones I get
To last long, from my first gasp of air to the final spirit-spit, as the lips slack, eyes & mouth open
Stuck like that until the burial, to avoid the stench of death, turning the cells’ meat putrid Zen.

It’s part of the deal, a song remains the same for everyone, rich or poor, good or evil, It’s Life
Young without wisdom and elder long in the tooth remain the same, the song is husband wife
Morality and ethics learned as early as seven years old, the age of reason, that saves culture
The alternative is extinction, not only will you expire but also, humanity itself is the hot cure.

Petty ideas coming out the uneducated fools’ mouths, they know who they are in a big bubble
Without reason or any form of rational thought between all too human skirts & their mortal sins
Low balls below the sewer where no taxes are paid, no income, nothing in any form of valuable
Schism between the north, south, east & west leaving an empty center with zero gravity redskins.

Fear nothing but the fear itself, be ready for assault & retaliation consequences for being at One
Bad kids born to run with evil, nasty fools ready for max security prisons built in the woods, you in
On top of all gangs to fight amongst themselves, there’s a sweep to keep the dead & goner’s pyre
Fired-up open wound, heart’s gashed Towers won’t heal, bend over & kiss IT goodbye, ph’qqn liar!

by
r j j stephan, I

c. Vendredi, September XVth 2023 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Jammed while listenin’ to #TheRockefellerFile by @GaryAllen link @ https://youtu.be/bnY3nBzkG0o?si=43dKP3SMIFPwhfte }
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W.W.A.R.D.?