#CloseToTheBeginningOfTheEnds #EVERLAST #SPRINGSTEEN #REAGAN

FOR NO REASON AT ALL, EXISTENCE EATS ITSELF INTO THE VOID VOCIFERATE 

Fear of your mothers & fathers you inherited this whole shebang of rock & stone
Of dirty rats and insects who eat the planet’s living things that die, a man arises
Out of the muck and mire from a universal swamp of DNA tombs of God’s bone
Reinforce your behavior, you take it for granted that it’s alright in any old crisis.

Brain waves from an inserted imagination into a mouse brain, monkey with ape
Putting you & your associates into a pool of rocks that roll inside your head vape
Ambiguity of the language cannot be ascertained by @AI therefore, inferior ends
Symbolic representation of what you perceive inside, mutated to objective sins.

Say the words, mean what you say and say what you mean, women and men too
Out of your hands once the Word’s been uttered and written down, cursive form
Shaped into all things themselves & what they do to consume one another’s wood
Maybe the same or another as their own form, what was love alive is a dead food.

On to the stove to heat, fry or bake it until it’s too hot for germs to live within me
Down the hatch with company or alone, depending on the mongrels at the table
Hunters make their followers the scavengers that they are, low IQ bunch of rabble
Paupers don’t know that their image is feared by the timid & innocent in a bubble.

You had all of the keys to all of the vending machines & the cash safes of mankind
In your city, you cancelled the enforcement, silent peace to every dark corner alley
God’s damned you burglar morons of the jump city turned bump city, a dirty bum
Silver and black, gold and white, all dust in the wind, you know, I know, God scum.

It’s naturally a fast or a knuckle ball, I hit them into the stands left, right of center
The count was always 3-2 until the final homer is walked off, duffed cap to gods
Of Ruth and Gehrig, Doubleday is a double header in Abner’s Cooperstown, 1839
Hot as loaded pistols, #Ballgame postponed for a spell to be Civil War general sign.

Pickled appearance in a jar, nice as spice in a can, now dead as a door-nail’s point
All for One and One for all, it’s a matter of Time in Space about a martial art fight
Sun, starlight, fission and fusion of atomic substance makes me here & now bright
At a point down the middle of the road, It’s a yield & stop sign ahead, toke a joint.

Got a line on you & I to keep us under the thumb of the Oneness, we’re the robot
Good and Evil, Beautiful & Ugly, you will be entertained until your last breath’s chit
Comin’ down to being eliminated by Earth mortality, live dead avoidance play skit
Can’t skip rope anymore, double Dutch is now a large double mocha au extra shot.

Mystery is a conundrum presented to an imagination using rationality & intellect
To decide which conclusion is rational & not as illogical as others in an occult sect
Stay quiet without falling asleep, don’t think about subjects & objects to predicate
Know nothing about anything, see, hear, taste & feel evil, live life, baby birth date.

Common ground I’m on as above, so below, Earth is the dirt above my gravesite
Being part of the thing on the surface, humanity’s civilized culture, I had to fight
About the Truth & the falsehoods made in lieu of being exiled to the Hades’ fire
This story has to be begun but nobody saw the beginning, pay grade was higher.

What made the germs that evolved into the civilized clones of Adam & Eve spurts
Call divine God, gods, divine, aliens from another solar system, this one or God’s
Check-mark yes or no on the question, are you going to run into a tree & smash it
Your face, bones’ mind’s consciousness, you lost your touch, it’s all a bull’s chit!

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r j j  stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXVI^th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Caused the First Cause to Cause the Final Effect of The One that caused the whole shebang, murder the air we breathe, God’s dead now & gods ain’t here anywhere chat GPT @RonaldReagan link @ https://youtu.be/vtNTmdwrr44?si=kqg_sHVtRPS2jMEc }

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Synchopated Rhythm Rhyme #OnADime #DroppedADime #DimeADozen #BreakinInFranco #DirtyDozens #BustaRhymes

NEVER FORGET TO REMEMBER, READY,SET ... CASH TO A GO-GO

Coming to grips with facts of life your father never told you
Your mother told you to wait until your father got home too
Nothing ever happened, she forgot about my threat to be hit
With the punishment for disobedience to the law, the ruler bit.

Filling in the blanks, empty cavities of your mind’s eyes’ irises
Scale scored on the elderly patients, eliminating their air source
Dead before Time ended the world, didn’t experience a final end
Reincarnate dreams & live all over again, ‘round the holy bend.

Think darkness inside of the womb, darkness outside this Earth
All about the dark dank after twilight has shone it’s afterbirth
Post a little smoke with paper & leaf on fire, happy peace pipe
Freedom wasn’t free, fought for it, defended it, before a peace.

Pi is 3.14 totally at it appears to be one half of 6.28, double stuff
Fruit or meat, either way enclosed in a mash of billy goat gruff
So fierce that even a hungry lion or tiger wouldn’t want to eat
I don’t like eatin’ cats & they don’t like eatin’ white skin sweet.

Here and now rises the ugly head of the mutant human DNA
So, I could live forever if I wasn’t a human being, yet I am
What I am is what I am and what you are is One & the same
Coming into one’s own systemic racism, it’s a curriculum slum.

Bring back the olden days when I wasn’t responsible for it all
Deferred everything to the evil devil who lives below Earth’s ball
Come into my own logical reason before I died, I think & I am
Without Soul consciousness to observe 1st Cause, #God #damn!

Prisoner in the bones but not forever, it’s luck of the rollin’ rock
As the G.O.A.T., one doesn’t see the epitome of perfection’s lock
On the way of the human whose being is temporal & innocent
Of the origin and final disposition of the solar ash God sent…

Hissing silence out of the blue sky which is only blue in your eye
Reality seen by Astronauts & Cosmonauts who awaken too high
Over & under the thing itself, no man or woman seen from Cielo
Water makin’ seeds’ mud too green to be purple haze, just blow.

How many people wind up chokin’ on this phlegm on their back
It comes up with a cough and gets inhaled by a bronchial sac
Played the games as if they were meant to have me win it all
But I didn’t win, amplitude of the latitude is up, down, so fall.

Upside the head of our automatic pilots that run human souls
Beginning with the fact that Soul is a construct of imagination
It’s origin is the hope of life after bodily extinction, blind faith
Without wisdom & knowledge, there’s sound without meaning.

Bears and Blackhawks cannot get a break & neither can angels
Fly high above & beyond a ground of beings who’re too human
Pure prairies & purple skies of magic, illusory crosswind bells
Hell came to shove, I knocked your ass down, stay down man.

I’m not out of order, you’re out of order, you’re all out of order
Not the third order but you are blinded by the neon light, father
Unholy ghosts really don’t exist without the body of bones alive
Enlightened mind knows this, Nothing, 911’s struggle to survive.

Picking up the sticks & snappin’ on the tidily-winks, I got game
Comin’ down to the wins & losses of all other games, I’m 0-99
Risk was low that I’d die tryin’ to stay alive and untied to Man
Conceived out of a collision of egg and sperm, that’s all there is.

Spunk within a nucleus is devoid of energy & matter, Nothing
Buzzing of buzzards, flying of winged angels & birds’ singin’
Imagine all emotion dead as a door nail, feel this essential sin
Mortality you cannot keep, it’s luck or a motherlode of Women.

Hallelujah for the blind faith inside of your holy soul, it’s fine
It disappears quickly upon the final gasp for air, yours & mine
Poking the hairy & naked apes irks them enough to attack God
Game began & ended in a backbeat, Ga died in a Z-28 hotrod!

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r j j  stephan, I

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER XXV^th MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ NO coincidences, Will to Power becomes All There Ever Was, drafted this Peach while jammin’ to @TheAllmanBros @ https://youtu.be/MR9XdGy2mso?si=hBqKtrGUFvX1ayAr

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#EyesThinkItsASin #IThinkThereforeISin #TwasTheNeedleAndTheSpoon #Gimme3StepsStephan

MASH, GOD, SHE TRULY LOVES MY UNIT 4077 

True love is on the line because it’s a deep slash in my heart, it’s already gone

Trippin’ like it’s some orange sunshine or purple microdot your M.O.A.B. song
Sung in a Capella just because our legs couldn’t dance anymore, just shuffling
From here to there on to nowhere & that’s where it’s at, it’s all about a sting.

On to a parking lot where you won’t remember where your SUV’s parked, yo brah
Top of the morning somewhere on Earth, the other side is in an invisible penumbra
Feeling the good, bad and the ugly makes Evil appear to be Live spelled backwards
Dreaming we’re awake & we woke up a long time before we got Chevrolets & Fords.

All those dates before the conception happened & then poof, we’re old or already gone
From the beginning to the final end, true love gets you through to the last breathing gasp
Drink deeply just like the living water we all need walkin’ in the hot desert sun, stars hurled
Seventh son of a seventh son, our mothers were hella distant cousins from another world.

Now, Word is out, it’s curtains for much of the progeny yet some remain alive post megadeath
In a spirit form that feels feelings even though it has no nervous system to feel anything at all
Come on man, Chuckie sent us but Chuckie ain’t here man, it’s no joke, change the aftermath
Each piece of Nothing’s atoms of matter falls in love with the struggle to survive on the path.

On a scale from one to ten, when we’ll assume that one is the best anyone could ever expect
This here right now, in this space in this time, president to bum on the streets of the state sect
Respect is all you can expect and all you can ever pay for, nobody gets it for free without a tip
Here’s one for you and me, you cannot repeat what you’ll read & comprehend or y’all will slip

Tense beyond the capacity for a human being to remain conscious, you need to have the pills
Y’all got the addiction that turned into an affliction for the opiate condition, got chills & all ill
To live and die in the city of your mother’s dump on you and your brothers from other fathers
Say it again, how dare you give the honor of giving the gift that keeps screwin’ your mothers.

Calling the mighty mother phuqr who dreams that the recessive genes of DNA or the kings
If one is woke then it is impossible to be sleeping in a dream, to be is to awaken from things
Taught to the babies, toddlers, children, teenagers & the flock of sheeple called the people
We, the people who experience united states of amnesia, know what to die for, the feeble.

Nothing beats the self-realization of the real and the innocence of ignorance, it ain’t my fault
Just two observations that paradise is the hell below the intergalactic heaven above, so below
Makes no sense, in fact, it makes nonsense look like the dissertation for my PhD in eatin’ crow
Keepin’ focused upon the object of this subject, ridiculous predication will have been the flow.

Obviously, this is an occult cult group with secret mumbling of consonants and vowels aplenty
In the end, contemplation of the end of the self’s one-consciousness inside the cranial cavity
In harmony of left, right, up, down, in & out gets the whole shebang on the same blank page
From present to eternity past and future, winged angels flyin’ in my flock of ultraviolet rage.

Inside the division, addition & subtraction are isolated by fomenting multiplication of species
Sexual and asexual reproduction to keep the planet’s reputation among the vacant cosmoses
Y’all dreamin’ now so wake up and smell the coffee, it’s raspberry or Irish mocha drip roasted
Drinkin’ heavy with gadfly on the wall, seein’ me trippin’ in middle way, pathway of the dead.

Only you know and I know the things we agree about the nature of the beast’s glorified scree
You and me, everybody else too, we’re all in this together, like it or not, we’re historical phlegm
Hurry up & wait a minute before you jump to an invalid conclusion, factoring my oneness’ them
Just you & me, nobody else but us two, we will survive the existent experience of life, glory be.

by

rjjstephan, I

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXII^nd MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Kicked this dog in the hind end this AM before 444 AM, just sayin’ I do it all for y’all, just because I love y’all & got this on the juke box, @LynyrdSkynyrd #IAintTheOne & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/qlKaxmn1ugg }

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