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THIS IS A SUPER PUT-ON, CE LIVE, PLAY THE HARPO

Inside of a guilty conscience, there’s room for blame & obligation to the abnormal malfunctions of Man
Doom's megascroll of  humans who pretend to be divinity’s chosen ones, when they’re accidental Spam
Filing for bankruptcy when you’re a billionaire of God’s words, sacred fire of a slow burn, all yakity-yak
Funk’s pulling a steady stream out the matrix, flowing like a raging river through the canyon on a kayak.

Karen Johnson is who now? Just a chick out the Big Apple, she’s got nothing to do with icebergs or gold
Flew over the cuckoo’s nest with the rest of the senior class, we gleaned the welfare and food, got rolled
Bees in the hives, birds in the nests disappear first before the evolutionary extinction of scrambled eggs
One’s will to survive is strong in survivors & weak in the knees of birds of a feather, all flocking together.

Counting up or down fro the zeroes an ones, all signals of the cyberspace in an amorphous blob of goo
Mothers and fathers all knew the answers to the conundrums, nobody else could fathom the divine fool
How can you plan accidental collisions in a system’s universal Space between the Void’s ghostly minded
Peers you don’t know at all move the boogie woogie on the scales of A’s to G’s, flat, sharp or diminished.

The fix was always in before you made the bet, you had to guess which way the wind would blow in
Out of the East or West, the fact is that the frozen seven continents are adrift, world was all One then
Fully engulfed with the H2O when no land was above it all, dirt submersed in the drink, azure blue sea
On being alive or dead, neither above nor below, entering the Twilight Zone, I think you’re killin’ me.

Fine lines between two identical copies of an original sin, disobedience to a king, the berry rasp
Queen is a name for the world’s thrust into existence, free choice and will on the other hand, sir
Maybe it’s all an illusion of fog and mirrors playing tricks on your four eyes, astigmatic cornea fir
I will shoot you down without the bullets and you’ll be on the mend forever, until your last gasp.

Bums and junk filled needles all around the sidewalks of town from B Street to X avenue, son
On the boulevard between Chicago Avenue and Foster Avenue, crypto degree in physical sin
Mothers and fathers razing the homeless and hopeless, you are a fool for the city, simple mind
Bomb of the fizzle that puts the bam in the pop, you & I ain’t the spy vs. spy, we’re reassigned.

Hit the road Jack, don’t you come back whether you like it or not, this is it, be excommunicated
From the gods, from the God, from the Christ and the holy Saints and damned Sinners all dead
On high or on the down low, hit the bong, tap the pipe, you’re gonna die in the earthquake fire
Like this, like that, all you thought and saw with your eyes blinded by neon light, hot & cool sire.

Killing it with kindness to teach myself a lesson about how to do unto others as I’d have ‘em do
To me or anyone else on the planet, any human being from conception to death deserves the brew
Of men, mice and witches who have the spells and cast them abroad, far, far away from the reality
On this Earth or above the planetary dirt stratosphere in gravitational collapse to One singularity.

Remember when you were a child and teenager on the blocks of Chicago 1965-1969, you played
Dawn until dusk, daily concern for the blind, the deaf and the doom in your bronchial cough drop
Zest ain’t just a soap to clean your cellular structure, it’s the feeling of the soul, deep in the clouds
Where & when it’s all comin’ down, only you & I know, everyone else is in cover-up mode shroud.

Now if you’ll just walk this way & give me a kiss, it’ll put you right in front row’s starburst sang
To be or to go on forever or just a little while, all of it is good, nobody knows why this is all fine
Guesswork, assumptions, inductive conclusions which have validity until disproven by examples
Counter-intuitive as I am, end time will come after it begins to whimper, blue jeans’ a Big Bang.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Blovember XVIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Drafted out the window in my closed-captioned room while jammin’ to @BlueCheer @ https://youtu.be/pobv2ymqzak LIVE }

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#TooManyCatFishToFry #SuckScuzOutROCKLobsters #Rockplast #BlueCheer #SummertimeBLUES #FamilyGuyROCKlobsters

YOU GOTTA BE #WOKE EARLY IN THE AM/PM

Silver bells and golden chains ringing and banging at the dawn of heaven and Earth, for me & for you
What I know is nothing more than I’m alive & I’m gonna die but I don’t know why, I rejected saviors too
Nobody dead is gonna save me from my death, I don’t know about you, maybe you’re specially created
By the power that is Oneness in the middle of multiplicity, dreaming that you’re awake in the shebang.

Height and weight matters to the skull and bones that carry your load from here to there, whatever it is
It can’t be something that will ever happen again in my lifetime, not for me to know or to see all of this
Hate and love are the result of this Big Bang, the original G wandering in the middle of the Void’s nucleus
Right there in the middle of the bullseye, it’s all happening for the good of being an all too human fuss.

My oh my, the black swans are flyin’ in for the mating season, there’s a conflict with the comprehension
On the one hand there’s absolutely Nothing at all in the universe other than human beings, sons of gods
We’re let off here for a timely stop that pretends eternity is temporary yet it’s the final mark of the beast
Beast being what I am, what you are, what we all are, beasts of burden, carrying the dancing dream fest.

Only you know & I know, everyone else is out of the loop, downtown to the westside, angels fear to go
On an ‘L’ train or a subway, the CTA, the taxicabs, te rentals & the POVs all roll the people in a big show
All it is to be or not to be at One with the invisible, ignorant light burning our sun-star’s atoms, I’m a fan
Up unto and including the Black Hole & Singularity which theoretically exist in the minds of the human.

Walk after you scoot & crawl, getting up on two feet for a stumble upon two, four, six or eight leg whacks
On the perfect cement sidewalks, asphalt streets, boulevards & avenues lining the brick houses of Wax
Here’s the trick, four eyes wide open, scan a wavelength’s spectrum for frequencies, aliens of tricky Dicks
Now, over there & then, past or future, time ain’t on my side, it’s got no side, Time is tight, all 24/7 ticks.

Finale just like the moody blues’ leftovers, I will to be & boom, I am, I will not to be, can’t be plural, uno
Where I’ll be is wherever I may have been during my mom’s labor conception, time for a wet coitus, son
Pedal to the metal & two balls to the wall, I’ll win the race I didn’t know I was in Hell, down with the fool
Finale begone, keep it up for infinity, you’ve got Nothing better to do, Nothing, you will know what to do.

Support the weak with strength, let the good times roll, all night long up & down the bowling strikes 12
Ending a malfunction, no blind faith to share with natives of islands, or stuck on shore for this Shelf
It is the spirit of spinning Earth’s sand shelf puts us in the third eye blind controversy below & above
Yet it’s not unusual to recollect the last time in olden dazed showers, heyday’s pseudo-science ala love.

Hot and cold flashes to fill your waking life with the focus on pain, suffering, the end of the nine lives
That is the craziest thing about it all, you don’t know what you think you know, I believe in bar dives
To be there in a hurry with a dollar in my wallet and pure gold in the kit-n-caboodle, then I die in sleep
Darkness in caves that ran out of star light from the day’s & night’s respective climax, pretty girls’ faces.

She’s got no money, but she is so cute, I think I got lucky with my early life’s sacrifice and holy scat
Down with the speech, the Georgia peaches are the only ones my buddy in Florida can be in that
Full fools, working out with the cheap wine and knock-off brews, highlights are in my deep sleep
On my pillow’s satin casing, moving when I’m at rest, you will get what you get if it’s in the sheep.

They won’t let you die but you will regardless of your wish for a long, healthy life without a tide
Of waves movin’ in for a surf of waves unseen in SoCal, off of Malibu all the way to Big Sur’s slide
Of rocks and sand rollin’ off of the coast property, conquering the soil and innocent fauna to eat
Nimble and pivoting is easier than once thought, maybe twice or three times twelve, mega feat.

Terror & horror in a thimble, smoke screen out in front or in back, scream in a microphone’s fur
It’s hilarious and hella good, it’s hilafarious or something like that there, this here ain’t no disco
Time is moving second by second, minute by doobie brothers minute, super fine in spunk utero
Sixty times six equals the product, the force of one mind’s intent to materialize the will to power.

Military soldiers, marines, sailors & flyboyz will end the beginning of the inferior force rising up
Whipsaw the things in front of your eyes and drop in for a spell, sip the witch’s brew in a big cup
Deterrence works, you think you got magic but you don’t, yet you think you do, lies inside of chit
Your blind faith in leaders will get you killed; you know that right? Oh, you forget easily about it.

Here is the scourge, terror is a part of species extinction, scare the eggs out of being conceived
Then the panspermia doesn’t have an effect, scare the scat out of the young & continue the dead
Every byte of data within this Cosmos will be destroyed and deleted without retrieval possibility
In & out of the hamburger joint, animal style double-double & A.S. fries, chocolate shake for me.

Blown jobs between us all, there is a Will, then there’s a Way, Force of intent moves the male son
It builds DNA from within the invisible matrix, the exact code is not too human but a bit apelike too
To know you have to be first or last, but you must immerse your psychoanalysis notwithstanding It
Family is forever through this form of quality comm, understanding incomprehensible Revolution.

Civilian or military in a cultured society all put their shoes on the same way, every day one at a time
Weapon of choice is my Word, although you’re intelligent, won’t see it comin’ in stealth on a dime
Her needs are my desire, I have no other reason to be present here and now, it’s been fun, that’s all
Keepin’ it lit, the blunts burn, the mind blows, you’re in and you’re out, Magic of Adam & Eve, Fall!  

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOWVEMBER Xth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Jack’d this up while listenin’ to @Armstrong_GettyRadio on @650kste link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ }

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#OffLimits #outerLimits #CRUSHED #ThisISAmerica #ChildishGambino standard flow of the effulgence, #DontBanMeMan! #GrippingYourToolsFirmly #HammerTime #DONTbanMEmon #Everlast #OddsAreEven

 

PET PSYCHIC  ON @Armstrong_Getty #DevilDogsFromHeaven

#KeepSFOClean

 

11-11-2023 PRE-MIDNIGHT MASH HOUR 2359
Festivities have been postponed until further notice, it’s a decision from hell’s heavens
Your children grew into men and women who knew they all had to go to seven elevens
Stayin’ out so late at night that only a few could keep up with the pattern, the form of it
Immortal or just a momentary blip on the timeline keepin’ track of your karma for S#IT.

Hey! Hay is for horses, so they say, what is important is that I’ve now got your attention, sir
Bring your sweet lovin’ right over here next to me, I’ll spread my margarine across mortal sin
A lot or a little bit don’t make a big difference for a keeper, either a keeper or it’s an illusion
Of mice and the dumb asses who kill them to stop the thievery of the grain saved for winter.

In the confessional you go, kneel down, sign of the cross, apologize to nobody for anything
It’s a program out of my control, I ain’t responsible for the causes & their effects, My Thing
What I got, what I groomed, whats’ the point besides getting’ satisfaction with a status too
Got freedom in the center of indentured servitude, survival of the most fit is the code blue.

Emergency ain’t important, take the good, the bad & ugly with the chivalry of a white knight
Heavenly honey as sweet as the first draw of air here and now, even one moment is good light
Clear as deep fog behind a vacuum of inconceivable nothingness, all cyberspace mating aps
Perfectly imperfect DNA, acid of starburst energy from Big Bang’s bit, Singularity collapse.

Function of the calculus and trigonometrical extrapolations of the inner abstractions of Space
Flyin’ the astronauts up and down doesn’t help get closer to the Mystic, Mars to Uranus’ face
Can’t shoot the messenger with anything other than a smoked pipe of shotguns into windblow
But anyways, four cornered room, ceiling and floor, subterranean cosmos, as above, so below.

Think, therefore you ain’t here like you’ve been trained to believe, blind faith in unreal times
Rigorous from conception to a final escapade in silence or out loud, s#it's real hard rhymes
Sonny, father, husband, brother like you made it all worthwhile, cool daddio, forgot long hair
Hard to get planning, aloof with my head spinning in thin hair, circular jerked sand  & hot air.

Aquarius to Zeta-Theta where the rubber meets the high road, smoked until I swallowed it
Fired up from the flames’ cinders left over from the original star stuff, Big Bang Hades’ chit
Imagine copyright, pretend you said this & that first before it got copied & credited to a cad
Could have been you or anyone else on the planet, life favors the bold for survival of a code.

Bright mothers and dim fathers, as above, so it is below, virgin queens & celibate Vi-kings, son
Nope, daughters weren’t havin’ the dominant & subordinate assumptions of ignorant fathers
Got back to kids & their pets who ran away with Loretta or Jimmy, it's all about the mothers
It is no big thing, said vehicle collapsed, your friend collapsed & died weeks later, caput, done.

Years movin’ along in a quickening quicksand, don’t notice last Time Out when it comes down
Fortune was yours to have gotten to Earth at all, living thousands of days since my afterbirth
Twinkling starlight is ringing a bell but it’s not for who the bell tolls, it’s for God's wake-up call

 Rock stones rolled, as long as it took to trick me upstairs for a paid ride, drunk outta my mind.

Justice always was a ham sandwich if it was on rye with mustard & dill relish on mayonnaise
Filed my nails & my taxes, Timing game now for the last chance at stayin’ alive in stained glass
Time left over in the space of an hour, 55 minutes left, tick tock, movin’ ahead, bet on a clock
Gentle rain then a thunderstorm, all for the species of mine, my time in Space, I say, #awphuq!

Timing is everything, Uncle Romeo tried to let us all know, the same above as it is down here
Losers & winners are all it’s all about, survival of the fit or those who find it difficult to be us
No cheating & obeying every rule in the book that nobody ever sees, illusion of wine & beer
Drank it all 'til I was drunk for quite a while, made me forget the pain, fell in love with Venus.

Desire & Need may coincide with Wish or not, Will to Power is being First Cause, enough said
All day & night, eyes wide awake or walkin’ around in a dream world, a thing itself is not dead
What has no matter is of no consequence to the powers that Be, some disembodied oak trees
Ghosty head, spirit & soul body, mirror image of Nothing but repetitive malfunction's seized.

You & I, dead ones who were here & the non-existent ones who used to be here, know bums
We are the people of united states of amnesia who by nature, forget it all as moment, it comes
Power to the people, said Lennon, y’all want a revolution to release power to the people, boss
It has to be this way, Kings & Queens of the hill get it, we’re all on leased time from Cosmos.

Harbingers ringin’ my bell, I forgot to remember what can’t be retrieved, this life you got now
When it’s all gone, you are all gone, don’t shoot the messenger, you got no soul or spirit below
Function of abstract calculus is one step beyond the humanity,  a Space of divine knowledge
To be or not to double back to be again are the only LIT superfluous options, so, breathe out.

Bones of contention,  208 of them in the muscles & sinews I engage in a battle for sanity’s Id
Living in a corral’s fence, time to jump it & run for cover, you’ll be hunted down 'til it’s founded
All high smoke everywhere, complicated simple minds, I believe the blind faith of It all, et al
Consciousness of Josie & Joseph put a conception together, exploded into Life, now it’s dead.

Buried  grapefruit wine in the sand at dawn, came out at dawn, waited 'til dusk, funked up too
Beyond graves of the hungry, dead skulls that can’t speak in tongues any longer, they’re blue
Opportunity's knocking on invisible portals that suck what’s left into a matrix, allstars’ buster
Moon’s bright tonight, the sun's on the other side for 720 minutes per day, near the equator.

Wait a while, it’ll come to you, if you wait forever, it’d be there at the end of it all, spammed
Stand up & stand down when I say anything about a danger of being at ease, attention please
You listenin’ now?  I bet you are, stay with me another line, it’s gonna be just fine, go tell mama
Keep her in the loop of the light of the White Knight punk, me & that’s the way it is to be papa.

Oh really, reality as real as real could possibly be from Admiral to Ensign, #CPO to seamen
Four or five star general down to airmen & CPO sergeants, all to blame but I’m all too human
I would've thought that & said that even if it was said & sung before I uttered a word I do tell
Your entire life is overruled & out of line with reality, no way to double back to the jinn’s spell.

Flooded system with monkey boots’ self-destruction, extinction for minions, a putrid kung fu
I fooled you twice & you fooled me once so shame on you, pink is the new yellow, purple One
Blowjob of God, frozen mega force of a jerk-off workforce, around an infinite particle's Mouse
So it is that all y’all got to get down, in or out of a circle jerk of fear, irrationality in the house.

Park close to the curb, avoid occasional scrapes & crush of metal & plastic, mouse click on gall
Pause in battle allows the Stith to move into a shyt position of devil dogs’ heads on a swivel
To remain in tact or in disassembly, in the hands of the gods or Fate’s neutral hand of the draw
In country or back in the world, a motive for modus operandi is to evolve dead souls to crawl.

My third eye went blind suddenly & I’m irresponsible none of my actions, neither now or then
Before or after a Fall from grace, which I have nothing at all to do with, I'm DNA slots
On a mountain, it’s a natural resting place for the spirit of atomic creation of something, zazen
Peasants or elite can’t avoid the future the past continues to steadfastly pursue, cool amen!

Y’all are both comin’ on strong & goin’ out with a peep, Earth can hear, burnt urn or in a coffin
Heavy metal can’t contain The Truth in a pyramid or undercover of a satin sheet, 208 bone sin
Grim or happy to be a part of solar systemic behavior of cause and effect Will to Power to see
Your path to Cosmos through this solar system is already paved, all gone old man, salty sea!

Tie a tag on the toe of mortality, can’t handle the truth but a toe-tag can’t be denied, end chit Ecstasy can't justify free Will assignment from power that is, this, that & everything, this is it
No justice without mustard & dill on the ham sandwich, wise philosopher said it on dead wood
Three, two, One, presto, voila! OMG, blind faith warned of revelry, self-attack, Evil ain't Good.

Evil spelled backward is Live, onto the beginning of lines from bitter ends, back in a NY minute
Time is tight, time is money, out of time means nothing to Time itself, outer Spatial-Void shyt
Complexity of the simple, emptiness brings you & I to this point, got us all, had to be a big butt
Last chance to hop aboard or be left behind where you’ve been since conception in ovum scat.

Pork, beans & bullets, plants we’ve found & groomed to be manna of Life itself, cannibal Jack
Not to be here & now isn’t an option, already here & now, already gone too far to comeback
Nothing is free by definition, everything is dependent on everything else, a body politic tomb 

All heroes and heroines are agents of doom, Ending& Beginning merge into a bride & groom.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi & Dimanche, 11-11/12-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Cranked out of the mindset within in abstract silence, just a buzz in my ears before the rock begins @Aerosmith #WalkThisWay on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/4B_UYYPb-Gk?si=avpG0OcAMIBBg-GS }

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