I have an idea to entertain for the intellects that remain with your mothers’ wombs Speaking with your mothers’ sisters & fathers about your brothers, you built tombs To consecrate the rocks and fairy dust up to the heavens between planets of @SpaceX On the edge of your creepy minds with your creepy movies, send Halloween @FedEx.
Hollywood to Queens, all of the crooked fingers are pointing back to you, who are you? Look deep into your minds’ eyes, it’s the third one you can’t see in the mirror of blue Sorry for your trouble, you seem to be a punk if you know what I mean? If not, I see What a chump is speaking out of turn during a debate between the good, bad & ugly.
Sick of my ideas that come and go with the wind, north, south, east, or westward Ho Compared to Nothing, every atom of everything is a segment of concepts that’ll blow TNT dynamite, imploding the mass into a white dwarf or black hole singularity ideal Grim reaper on the way back and forth on a wild goose chase for the soul to peel.
Nothing compares to this whole shebang, all one and the same thing you are too high Lowballing the balls in the bowling alley, the game is fixed and we all know it too, we lie About the beginning & the end, mixing the gas with the liquid and solid gold grounded As it should be, fire of our sun shows me on the run, high, low, in & out ‘til I’m dead.
by r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, September 27th, 2023 Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST { Crafted while jammin’ to @Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }
High up upon the altar is the sacrifice to the gods, but why Man? Fear & loathing Donald Duck and Mick the Mouse went hand in hand on the B & W test tube thing To program good boys & the bad girls to reproduce the species’ at genome strength DNA of God, the son & the holy ghosts, all of the wasted funk’s cosmic wavelengths.
Serious yet incompetent princes, sons of fools ordained kings & queens on board Prosecution of the cheaters on rules & regulations of the Law, society can’t afford Irrational thought and practical application of the gods’ full-Joker attitude, cheese A mouse trap built to capture mice, except for @MightyMouse, y’all will do today.
Brewing the contents liquid and solid, mutating them into gas, thrown to the curb By and large, dream within a dream is highly probably the case to be or not to be It’s the question with a trumped-up answer that may or may not become proverb Hysterically ending in a gasp, disappearance of it all, it’s all out of sight, y’all see?
Beer for my horses and Black Jack for my brothers & sisters from other mothers We all paid, what needed to be done when nobody would do a thing for fathers Could keep the emptiness in mind for more than a moment but you’ll be trippin’ Cut with the knife & scissors, sword and dagger, honor, justice, true love sippin’.
Period between conception and dissolution of mind & soul essence, that’s Life All we know is all there is for everyone who has ever been here, love is strife To wait for the time to tangle with the humans all around you is a good idea An infinite progression of abstract numbers from zero to the Singularity’s GA.
Your repetition of sounds and meanings of the string theory merge into Space Disappearing form and matter leaving Nothing, absolute absence of it all, Face Saving it, no reflective feeling at all, right or wrong, good or evil, all that I am Sincere because deception is the end of peace in everyday life, lying a scam.
Guts in the field after the game has been dressed for the process of saving it Meat for the tribe, familia of the many who claim distant family names to fit Lemonade ‘cause there were lemons to squeeze, it’s a matter of Time’s spice Faith used to hope was a path to the love you didn’t receive from mom’s ice.
Deception is fine if it’s used for the good of the few or the many, make it good No need to try to deceive if you try at all in the first place, it will return a mood All the time you thought you’d escape from the murder and idiotic fools Who inhabit everywhere you look outside of your cabin’s safety, my Rules
I served the masses & secured my entry into the home of sweet Gypsy Rose Open the door longhair said the G-man at my door, bangin’ at my hard wood Spic & span healthy, immuned to viral & bacterial invasion, salty sea’s sewn I run the show, I’ll end e=Mc2 too, nothing personal, it’s alpha showdown.
Kidding you not, meaning I would not cheat you since you’re my favorite Last but not least, you’ll be the final friend I’ll have from now until infinity My choice, I’m lovin’ the situation, dream within a dream, can’t get woke In a deep pool of chlorine & H2O, you get sick from the water, you choke!
I will and I cannot animate the 208 bones I inherited from the ancestors Theoretically they can move with the whole but the whole isn’t moving Lucky to be still alive & providing the brain & mind with the juice to sing Time is now, it was yesterday, flip the switch, let’s rock & roll outdoors.
Watch and see, listen and hear, touch and feel it like it’s your own body Tender and smooth, curved with the structure of the mold, sweet lady Oh man, imagination is rollin’ on a thin, blue line on the block’s corner Dust, vapor, cocoa mesmerized, it’s all surreal, no more dreamin’ of her.
by r j j stephan, i c. Jeudi, September XXVIIIth MMXXIII Anno Domini @1111 AMPST
In one way or another, a one-minded #will overcomes the multiplicity of schizophrenic citizenry All of y’all humans protect nothing but death from God’s autocracy masquerade of bureaucracy Then bury us if not burn us all to a crisp in ash dumps of Earth’s twirling swamp of bloody scans Dropped cultured leaves into the salt water to float in the sea with glee, Life is your idiot bans.
Breathe in and out until you die in the swamp with or without a helpline from humanity’s lord Either way you get to the final gasp, a termination releases a mind, a spirit, maybe a solid soul Something to talk about when you’re somewhere in heaven, it’s not your mommy’s hot world Words put into your ears, you heard & repeated the sound then learned the meaning’s chord.
You don’t appreciate your appearance here and now to your peril, you have a mission to locate It’s not a secret sentence, paragraph, page, chapter or volume of any old tome gods all create They are all immortal and there’s evidence to recommend that their advice is for certified idiots Consider this, that invisible entities created streams of data to Earth’s galaxy Nothing but divots.
Daughter of our #AI which stands for everything artificial you can glean from stealth intelligence Among the whole shebang of thoughts humanity has had since cavemen became all too human Jumps in Spirit Lake, just go & understand that I can’t believe you, you lie as like a rug on a fence Fill up your reserve tanks with cool, empty promises just like the #Longknives calvary nonsense.
Ending in a bribe to look the other ways, bad guys do evil and find no punishment from a judge May the final day on Earth be a surprise for the Evil who were Live, hope the Good know, nudge Appearance of the anti-bodies of culture means that the End is near, extinction ahead of a cart Woes of the hungry, the wild, whether innocent or guilty of bad behavior, onto extinction’s part.
Outrage as gold bullion doubloons from a pirate ship’s treasure chest, sin in Davy Jones’ locker All of the treasure chest full of stolen valuables gleaned from the blood of the dreamin’ phuqr You know everything and I know nothing about anything at all, remakes the counter revolution East or West, North or South, there’s nowhere else to go except Up & Out of One de-evolution.
Holy scat or Holy Spirit, that’s holy for you and a sacrilege for the holier than thou, all three sons All in all, it’s three musketeers until each one dies a natural death of an immortal, I’ll take a bow Father, Spirit & Son of a mythological Trinity, mental floss for the infested blind faith in pro cons Gold, Silver, leftover Big Bang Blown Space dusted, atomic hearts, #Beats, divinity’s job to blow.
Made women & made men, all making out in closets with all their parents’ overcoats’ mothballs Bones buried with or without the bloody life, by those who don’t care or the careless screwballs Flight in a fog when taxes need to be accumulated, go to work, pay taxes, alive in a radio wave Stay with me, acumen fine tunes, I play every game on Earth, I never lose, I always win, “Dave!”
Platform of the ‘L’’s A’ train up above Harlem to Wabash, took liberty around a 2nd city of angels On the tops of the hills at the tips of the mountains, spontaneous combustion of gravity’s spells Hypershakin’ curved moneymakers bringin’ home scratch-jack home to papa, even with a pimp Free-for-all for anyone needing desires of artificial intelligence, be soul’s thrills, gotta git, jump!
Hut, one, two, three so the little schoolgirls can march off to school, in uniform with bookbags
Tight as a sixty-year-old, sixteen- or twenty-six-year-old goin’ in and out of view, I like #hashtags With or without my movements in this here solar system, the gong remains the same, y’all see Mystery’s a Good Night, guilty verdict rose & the innocent got killed without the help of Irene.
If you dig deep enough you can get to the core, center of the microdot before it implodes One No fear of anything here and now, it can’t eat me until I’m dead & I’m gonna fight to stay alive With or without you, I can bow down to no one, I play hardball, you can bet your bottom dollar Cows tow the cart but put the cart before the horses & we never move a step, stuck in a holler.
I dug my grave like I dug my life, it was all an illusionary function, to kill the dream in a deadpan Trucks and jets all stopped, everything right is wrong and vice versa, ad infinitum Buddha’s Zen Fungible & logical in end, walked and ran at first, now it’s a steady dredge l groove into dirt cells Mother Earth is all there is man, we all know, we believe, I’m seeing what blind-men see, insight.
Shakedown and turnin’ y’all upside down to get the change out your pockets, you will cooperate You owe me from labor you haven’t been paid for yet, rolling stone gets paid just like all the rest Mississippi from Illinois to New Orleans, pulled the Finn-Sawyer trip but it wasn’t my frozen fate Lake Minnesota’s 10,000 lakes leftover by Stone Ages, old Great Lake dried up, here’s Big’s best.
Red rooster cock-a-doodle-doodling in the barnyard all day & all night long, nobody knows why In a cage or tortured by clipped wings and howling hound dogs with the stray cat prowlers, sigh Drafted to read the treble & bass of the concertos and pop pieces of the fifties & sixties so high Then the skirmish of the Air Force scooped up my youth and dreams, mutated into ABC reality.
Inside of your mother’s face, behind her skin and bone, there’s the one spirit runnin’ the show Day one until the end of days it’s always all about how the nurture got the nature’s wind blow Up above or down below, it’s all the same as it’s always been, it’ll get worse until the extinction Then it will return to the sacrosanct substance of it’s almighty source, Singularity black, holy sin.
Sort the categories into their respective classes to identify their substantial shapes and forms Just as you thought things would be once you died, those things are that way now in swarms Astronauts have epistemological certainty that the Earth is All There Is for Mankind, holy soul So fortunate to have arrived & survived for a moment or more, all for the One, I dig, a 6’ hole. by r j j stephan, i
