TURKEY AVACADO ON A SOUR DOUGH ROLL #YouWantSomeOfThis?

BYGONES BE BYGONES

WISE GUY WITH A CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER

Whatever floated your boat yesterday is sinkin’ your deck today, it’s a matter of Time’s Space
High or low both above and below the waves, you’re a moron or you’re an idiot, it’s optional
You’ve got the RNA of both but the DNA doesn’t always reveal the fatal flaw of the fuzz face
Lucky to have devised the signals of smoke & hand forms of silent force to be reckoned with.

Plants and animals are rollin’ around while standing still in one place, one spot moves still
Until there’s no more movement allowed by the powers that be, the minions survive the kill
Trying to keep the highest earners around to pay for the grifters & troubadours commit sins
Their voices & the sinews of their herds of animals, bark of trees, metal of pig iron maidens.

There’s junk in the yard & there’s junk shot into mainlines of grief for the dead head dreamer
None too good and many too bad to be alive, yet here they all are, born to the virgins & studs
Got the dreams on while the horns grew too hard to stay that way, the explosion forced breed
Boys & girls to grow & perform identical parts, ad infinitum for no reason, all begone to seed.

Ice melted because the star was too hot to be, too cold to never be & so away we go, we fell
Onto the beds of the rivers, the shores of the lakes, seas & oceans, where the dead get buried
If you don’t bury the dead six feet deep or eat the dead, they’ll stench to high heaven, in hell
As the ignorant & stupid move from place to place, they’ll find & die on the first pile that died.

Five will get you ten that my dad was proud of his firstborn in Chicago getting a BA in Philosophy
Ten squared will get you a hundred and if you square that to ten thousand, ad infinitum’s reality
Jobs done, the work was output, the product is finished, bought, sold and on the way to the top
Of the men and mice who crawl and shimmy up the pole, it slips like the slopes, coitus interrupt.

Justify your argument for what you require, what you need or what you want that you can’t get
Impossible to expect all fruits of working from teenage years to the sexy sixties, so deep in debt
Nobody gets out of this fight without battles & losses before the ultimate triumph of a last gasp
Paid off the notes, mortgages, loans & the rest of my kin’s debts, they didn’t know Life is a Gas!

Underneath my hoodie anyone can see if they look, that I’m the best I’ve been, don’t look
I’ve done nothing right or wrong, homeless or just a Homer givin’ the lowdown, royal blue
Pins in my cushion poked clear thru & thru so they wouldn’t come easily, all stuck like glue
Pullin’ no punches now, here’s an upper cut & a right cross, you are OUT swung a left hook.

Kill you ‘cause y’all are killin’ me, if you read & laugh at the joke, it’s on you, this ain’t #NoJoke
A pinch of the sounds understood as signals of mental thoughts, invisible to this 20/20 insight
Finish up your argument about a reason for trippin’ around Earth in this Form, snorting Matter
Simple mind, simple explanation for a First Cause of these subsequent socio-economic banter.

I’m out of the picture, so are you but you don’t know it yet, imagine going to livin’ underground
Below an everyday experience of your google function, signed & sealed from a pitcher’s mound
I would indeed take a bullet for you baby, you know it, only one like you to me, it’s all academic
Ugly made beautiful in symmetry as Yin & Yang might in a 3-dimensional circle, get on the stick!

Now the tunes will broadcast from cell to cell, absorbed into the embedded DNA code as RNA
Moronic fools are in command of the evolution of the genome, are you like your mama & papa?
Probably you didn’t even know who your mother or your father were, raped and orphaned also
By the by, you’re already gone, already right where you’ve always been, gangland’s funky fiasco.

There ain’t no justice, means that there Is justice, it’s double negative trump in a player’s game
Acey-Deucy wild, drawing a royal flush with a heart’s ace high bluff, everyone folded the same
Cool bluff, you are mindful, and you are possibly a moron, probably you have brain damaged It
Your mind and brain malfunction between your ears, you are a witness to the idiots talkin’ chit.

Brains above and below the Earth’s dirt, same old story, so it goes, on and on until the Ending
It’s always the same, last gasp, a wink and a nod, bury or burn you, remember you, that’s All
Nothing more nor less, religion of the gods & devils made the Earth twirl in the twilight foam
Come over & get the help you need to survive in the sea of virus & bacteria, you call it, HOME.

I’ve got a line on orgasm bytes of RNA available on Earth, catalogued & accessible to One, me
You’ve got just enough, not too much & not too little nerve to be brave in the face of danger
It’s something that’ll kill you, end your brief tour of duty on the planet, Truth of God, All Hers
You thought God was all too human Man, you were in error, Woman is Hot in animal coat furs.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. September XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Mercredi, September XX, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST }

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

#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 }
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