#WAVELENGTH #frequency #POPEYE

FAIT ACCOMPLI, ABOVE & BELOW, HANDS UP, DON’T SHOOT

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It’s not for me to say anything about the reason why I got so lucky to be
Here & now without a reason for being alive other than a bird & a bee
How now for the brown cows and the bulls in the fight for the freedom
That comes & goes with an evil, all bad boys & girls who love gruesome.

There can be no doubt unless it’s just for show, meaning it’s indubitable
Feature this creature in the starring role of a movie unseen by any deity
One that got away from the planets & their solar systems in the cosmos
It is all one and the same from first to the last day of ignition, fire hosed.

Counting from zero, the unknown ‘x’ factor in the equation of calculus’ ‘0’
All of it for One & the One is for All, believe it or not, incredibly, it is all true
Seniors of the aging population down to the unconceived virgins high or low
Punks are the unmoved mover’s tools to make the wheel hub barely roll to.

From you and your inner soul’s heartfelt emotion, a black hole sucks you in
To the infinite’s illusion of light and blown gas of universal atoms clear skin
Mighty spades, hearts, diamonds and clubs used to pommel your mind’s eye
Until all but empty space reveals the fact of life, Nothing matters to this guy.

Coast to border and sea to oceanic ooze of the hydrogen merge with oxygen
Gassed enough to cover the dirty, crusty rock & crumbled dust without a bin
Whatever Substance is, it’s neither more nor less than all too human crocks
If and only if you’re ready, you won’t be when your time is up on the clocks.

Party on the patio with or without your living bugs in or out of the bone’s skin
Cases packed without the suits, just an empty hole of an invisible kitchen sink
All you know about is everything I put into your empty recollection, the stank
It permeates your olfactory sense and cements the stick-ups, world-gold bank.

Regroupie mothers, who died before their time was up, accidentally on purpose
Freedom to be awake, woke-sleepwalking in a dream within dreams of soda pop
Nothing is everything and it’s more than the gods know, more than the Zen zero
Complete & total grim reaper filling up the empty hole inside of the poetic prose.

Either it rhymes or it doesn’t, Dover-pros can tell, Princeton & Harvard or Yale
Agreement in the prolegomena of all future metaphysics, you & they all gotta bail
Lowdown to the center of a middle-forked American River, California whore ore
Nugget of gold rock formed out of a lead core of planetary heat, out the in door.

Known this about the Unknown, nobody knows more than any other dirty bird
Crows & Eagles, fly above & beyond what is below the mud, blood & keg of beer
They’ll die to be eaten or buried after being shat from their elders who’re inferior
DNA evolved out the vacuous Void, all around THIS invisible, up & down, Word!

False conjunctions will become the interjections without propositional logic too
Meaning nothing is absolutely true, merely relatively true based upon the glue
Of the words used and understood to be the S#IT, as the young devour it’s ions
Evolved hairy monkeys, all got panties in a bunch, not my daughters’ godsons.

On a lazy river, you can catch me drifitn’ downstream from the hatchery of fish
I can’t kill ‘em & can’t eat ‘em, I watch them grow red & die of Death’s 3rd wish
Hard or soft rocks came from the One and same thing, nothing at all, absolutely
Far further out than one thought, gone out to salty sea, every old man can see.

Old women I cannot identify, wisdom qualifies as Self’s pure knowledge dung
Learned from books full of words misinterpreted from translations of the tongue
Holy or not sacred at all, in the end it doesn’t matter, your heart & soul are caput
You’ll see the light, last gasp, enjoy a ride of blind faith, hands up don’t shoot!

What you are, neither enemy nor friend, is a hard copy of 208 bones’ so tough
It’s a given for Liberty's psycho-social games, Sorry is a game & enough’s enough
You’re a cracker just like yo' uncles and grandpas before you, killed for the furs
Treat your feelings as if that’s all there is, nobody’s feelings matter but yours.

Parrots repeating sounds without knowing the meaning, nothing matters to ‘em
Shining like dark stars that show the light from millions of years ago, I’m them
If I wasn’t alive, I wouldn’t 've suspected that I was everything, existential phlegm
Junkie camps for high school graduates and drop-outs alike, all Jesus’ dropouts.

Fight for no right for anything other than snatchings from hooves of dark sheep
Maps to follow from where you are to where y’all gonna go, so sew what you reap
Unmoved then moved, here we go, on the way to utopian senselessness, a WAR
Peace is the Ends of conflict, extinction of the species’ chosen, rotten apple core.

Blown mind, inspiration of witches & warlocks to yell all spells out loud & proud
Pride in the hubris & foolish repetition of the impossible dreams, turn 'em up loud
Deaf to be dumb from birth to death, all the same for high IQ’s & idiots’ quiet shun
Commandments, theorems& ants go marching one by one, faux divine inspiration.

Kings’ queens filled the emptiness of a thousand room house with matter-forms
Breaking into bits of bytes in the soft or hardware, there’s the way & the No Way
Freedomless choice between un-marked cars & squads with cherry tops above
Turned on by the sirens who snap & scream to get out the way, up comin’ love.

Go out, search for the fine broads my uncles & cousins spoke of, facts of life too
Mothers & fathers of sisters & brothers of a First dude & chick in a garden Eden
Blue of the ultra Red, violet to crimson, burnt orange's blinding rod-coned brute
You see what you saw, told me the unbelievable relative truth about an absolute.

Streudle for all, got my cake & I’m eating it too, all about me, every breath I take
Without my breath, I don’t exist or relate to any plants’ or animals’ evolved cake
Green Godzilla or Red Rodan evolved mutations of the atomic ilk of a scientist
Gods wanna meet with the god of planet Earth, dead woman, dead man, the gist.

Heap up steel armor because obliteration is upon us, gaol security vertical bars
Height of absurdity can't be exceeded on the way to a Void, God's alive in Hell
Sore feet, aching hands, arms & legs so tired that sleep can’t cure goofy whores
Blizzard ideology of bringing frozen H2O down to melt on hot ice blazing, cold sores.

Weaponization of grievance, good to be bad idiots & morons who make-up rules
Imperfection comes from an original sin of Perfection, created with no tiny flaw
Evolved from the Will to disobey the power that creates Life & this world’s boost
Above & below all U-hauls are empty in California, nobody comes back, GD fools!
by

 r j j stephan, i 

-OM-

c.  Vendredi, December 1st MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Freaked out minds this AM, bled this out of the capillaries while jammin’ to
@kste650 @Armstrong_GettyRadio link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

#WhereDidSheGo #ShesGone BadaBingBadaBoom #HavingSaidThat @TheBlackHand

CROSSROAD CONNIPTION FIT FOR A QUEEN

Fill her up with creature’s features that look a lot like your original sin, the ones y’all drunks co-created
Breeze of dreaming nothing but sterile gametes & a fertile egg or two, you get all you get ‘til y’all dead
It’s all my personal fault since the age of reason when I was seven, they all brought me to master Latin
Always knew the unknown was my mission to become at ease with the Truth, Wisdom of Adam’s sin.

Enough blame to move around from here to there in a minute or a century, or Two or Tree millennia
Contents may be kilos or hectares but either way, too much is indeed too much as my mama used to
What’d I say I’ll do even if I don’t say it out loud, I say it inside of my head & my body follows the hen
Onto the end of a short sleeve when all of your cover is all gone, wasted into the land of the freemen.

What’s happening with that key from your dead elders you commandeered from annals of dark holes
If and only if you comprehend and agree with the logic of a conditional premise, deduce my ten goals
Nine are a secret that you will only find out when you’re done breathing this Earth’s gas in and out Zen
On the one hand, you’ve got no arms and you can’t finger it out, even on your six toes, never had ten.

Automatic autopsy of the cadaver reveals the diet and disease of the ages on the 208 bone skin-tags
What’s happening? It’s the happening, blind or deaf, you taste & smell the feeling of the shat bags
Hung onto the web, distracted by the care & love for comfort in a warm spot, not frozen tundra ice
Somewhere in time meaning at some pinpoint of watching & understanding the rolls of these dice.

Roll evens or elevens given to the strong and the weak, snake eyes or goin’ all in on the whooping
Pots’ ass in your pocket but the bad guy wants his back, poor loser, all ready to go to the scooping
Sometimes we’ll live & others we’ll die but, in the beginning, you recall Nothing, as above, below
Hike up to the top of the mountain, psycho persuasion of eating candy before dinner, no appetite.

No time for the easy living of the causes and effects of your mothers & fathers leftover dry tears
They ain’t here no more, it’s only me and it’s only me, humble pie in a big, tin plate from @SEARS
Battlefield tactics required when backstabbers come in & out without knowing the gods’ concern
Bare-hand or cutlery skilled in ceasing the breathing & walking nature of Freak Beasts of burden.

The Going got tough for the minions right in the middle of the battle, the war is a battle for peace
On you and on me that we were conceived without our permission or request, stillborn of a beast
Deeper inside of the outer realm than you ever planned to be, here y’all, right here so let’s blow
Space’s Time's you in a vacuum, fallen into a black hole headed to the Singularity where moms go.

Pregame rules are overruled for the duration of the chess’ tournament, it’s all about the stalemate
Premium value for the cost which allows for zeros and ones, it’s a put-on recommended on a date
Getting ready to mate with the one you have the feeling for, like you always knew she would show
Up or down from the merry-go-round playing hide and seek until there was no other place to go.

Roller coaster flyin’ and makin’ centrifugal and gravitational forces take over your mind’s eyesight
It ends right before the climax, you don’t have a really good vibration until the Beach-boys sing it
Then you know the sand and the waves are really the best an animal or fish could hope for, H2Oz
Without it we’re dead, even an idiot needs to eat, drink & defecate wasted fuel into 9 black holes.

Now and then, recollect that we’re all gonna die, we eat dead plants & a myriad of life forms, AHA!
Don’t ever conclude the argument with the words, because I said so, that will never fly south at all
Birds of a feather flock together for protection, you can pick ‘em off one at a time to feed the herd
High time you looked deep inside your soul that has no place inside or outside of your bone, bird!

Scope out the situation for the following caboose to move into place for the takeover of dead dirt
To procreate as nature drives the psyche of psychos and misfits infected with wanderlust of a squirt
High or low brow moving up and down to signal the OK to attack enemies and defend the crown tin
With or without a badge, the fit survive, the weak succumb to force of thumbs on their tonic & gin.

Humbugs, idols of the civilized barbarians who get full of the ingested scat regurgitated by the elite
Professors, preachers of good, evil & the beyond they’ve never seen or been to, a nightmare dream
Fine points about the most dull explanations regarding the reason for being alive in an evil fist fight
Too soon to realize too much, don’t say I never told you, some day we’ll know, the key to take a right.

It’s do or die, there’s no other way to put it to your children and parents, find this at the get-go, so
Look around and figure it out yourself, let me know if you come up with another explanation blow
Infants to be too old to die in a womb or cocoon of radar and Mylar balloons flyin’ over the Rockies
All you have, bottom lines, ruptured tip tops of the mornings erupting in all too human antibodies.

One divine construct for fear & loathing of being naked & alone without a mighty power to survive it
Devolve & dissolve within the blink of an eye, stay a while & enjoy all moody people who don’t know
That this temporary reprieve from eternity is a gift from the gods, your God, my God’s accidental skit
Playing on a stage of rocks you get stoned & mud that you either sink into or drink until you are dirt.

Played in the bogs & marshes of Louisiana when I went to Mississippi to serve the nation during ‘Nam
Avoided Draft of my lottery number #183 by joining the US Air Force, end of the year I would ‘ve won
Only drafted up to 99 that year in 1971, too late & a dollar short I served 3 years, 9 months & change
Good thing, would have had to get married & had 6-8 accidents of birth, practicing the rhythm, son.

Cream of the crop’s soup that turns hunger and thirst to satiation of celery and mushroom with rice
Living on the ground growth without the protein of carnivorous habits of eating what you killed nice
Bought in a grocery store in a cool aisle keeping the dead from putrefying into petrified tree wood
Rated ‘x’ due to the nature of the Truth, don’t tell the children tales that scare adults really good.

Go further than the origin, backward without a shining star emitting burned out atoms of the gods
Talkin’ the trash I can’t keep out of the garbage mouths taught by the teachers who taught hot-rods
Air is clear, it’s gas the way it comes and goes in a Big Bang or Small Whimper, dust in a South-wind
Turned around in circles for a minute, flipped over and flopped under the killers, heroes of my kin.

Battles and wars fought for whatever fictional reasons were, morphed & mutated the populations
All the parents of everyone have one thing in common, all stranded at the center of unknown sins
Boys filled up girls with more of the same, got old without a choice, gratefully dead, golden dawn
Hard liquor and potent plant fired-up smoke filling the Void with Twilight Zone full of living pawns.

Been to the exits and entrances more than once, in fact, the exit I’m interested in has no entrance
What in the name of the divine immortals can be the problem with understanding this cool trance
Magic spell applied and won’t be seen nor heard about forever, being none of anyone’s business
Except the One I am, the One I was and always will be, conception shout, yo, I’m the #shyt’s best.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, BLOVEMBER XXVII^th MMXXIII @ 911 AMPST #PostPartemTurkeyDepressionn

{ Killed this monster while listenin’ to @HallAndOats #ShesGone link @ https://youtu.be/A9TFNKPHQng }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SIGN YIELD TO PANACEAS #JELLYBEANSlament #FUNK

THIS ONE’S FOR YOU JELLYBEAN JOE JOE

It’s really of no consequence at all that I have gleaned the treasure buried right in my back yard
High and mighty or low and dirty down to Earth and if there is a Hell below where we all will go
As ol’ Mayfield rhymed the chime from my late teens to my seventies, no other signals get bled
If you play, you pay, simple as that, a priori basics to learn harmony or else, got be a deadhead.

Not only but also, blah, blah, blah as the word salad gets the dressing and seasoning to enhance it
Hunger plays no role in the taste of the thing that’s mixed with other things from Earth’s deep chit
How or why are no business of mine, I only care about breathing & eating, wasting food in no Time
Pouring H2O through arteries & veins in a mortal sin’s network of muscles & nerves, Oneness’ Space.

History repeats the unrepeatable on a regular basis only to be ignored prior to the happening itself
The reason why is because the facts of life are, nobody’s paying attention except for the ones in jail
Not more nor less than being locked up in prisons, jails or penitentiaries each behind obstructions
Got some good news and some bad news for you & your ilk, my ilk, our ilk & that forgives y’all sins.

Everything you all & everything I do is not a free will, free choice of you, yourself, or anyone else, sir
It’s a cause-and-effect program of gargantuan proportions but it reduces to a common denominator
Mam, it’s all in a nutshell for the squirrel to find, to crack the husk open for the treasure of inner fir
Chew, taste, swallow, digest verses’ chapters of paragraphs indicating wisdom’s books of woeful blur.

Whether the teachers were good, bad, ugly or a combination of the three essential qualities of gods
Ones higher than our oxygen can accommodate and all of the rest of us, you, me, everyone we know
Last hand dealt is the one I win, probably what will be will be whether I know in advance or I believe
In the myth, in the meantime, there’s a need to feed, never bleed, whether blood’s, silver’s or gold’s.

There’s something about a song from a baby infant to adolescent boy, to open the door by me too
Named in the lyrics, believing my program was to open the door, when I did, either I won or got blue
Expecting nothing & getting anything at all is a hundred percent better than a disappointment’s end
Anyway you put down the argument from premise of assumptions to induced deduction, a godsend.

Recovery of your mindless ramblings to put in a nutshell is both necessary and impossible for death
But anyway, it’s nearly impossible to be wrong when you’re right if you use reason & logic to be unruly
Deductions are judgements about how to avoid death as long as possible, to be fit & survive in health
Take my breath away and my cadaver becomes the stiff in the morgue, toe tag of Moe, Larry or Curly.

But seriously folks, the one or two of y’all who made it this far, keep reading & you’ll score a bell jar
Might be a Ball jar though, moonshine from the bayou, a French Indian squeeze, baptized souls afar
A hundred years, more or less, for each of the humans who evolved out of the muck & mire’s hot fire
Only the humans who read and get IT will know, the others will survive and remain innocent fodder.

What do you know Joe? For me to know & for you to find out, you asking me to tell you a secret?
I’ve got Nothing to say about anything in this Cause/Effect universe I personally perceive as just Life
No more nor less than other plants & animals here and now, we live, we die, boom that’s it, all of it
Fools for the city we slice it up on any of seven continents not submerged underwater, I am a knife.

Money on the bets will get you killed if you’re a loser, better be invisible or you’ll get whacked
Nothing personal, it’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, me casa est tu casa, mi amigo
Filling in blanks with gunpowder will blow your socks off or in a civil war make you hero gringo
Completely fixed zero to infinity, nothing can be done or undone, Nothing is a woman racked.

Morphing from soul to body back to soul is what this substance of a world is all about, a check
There’s a hole in the universe and we are all inside of it, it’s a fact of life, you can’t give a crack
Lucky to have grabbed a few twists and turns around the mighty sun, I miss it already, too dark
Yet it’s the way it is & that’s the way it is, for us all, believers & deceivers alike, same boat deck.

Packs of dogs and cigarettes all killed their prey before they ate them dead or alive, it’s the sums
For the audience who sits and watches others act, sing, run and fall down before the end comes
It always does end though, it’s a finale, finally causing the lights to go out & curtain to get downs
Stage clears, the building and parking lots clear for the streets to hum with adulation and clowns.

Inner silence, inner core, magic of abra cadabra, to please and to thank the power that is in me
And you and everyone alive here and now, ones who died, ones who will come into the big city
Or tiny town in the middle of nowhere, 50 states of that & six other continents of this here scat
Monkeys fooling around with the cause of atoms, to bring the eves of destruction, CoVid19 bat.

Who doesn’t care, I don’t care, what am I gonna do, shout to high heaven & be institutionalized
Forever medicated until the last gasp of gas comes through and gets spit out by the lips’ last spit
Down your lip, down your chin, down your neck, down your chest to your heart, last three beats
For each equals two & there’s one leftover for us both, you I love CAS, who loves ya baby? Me!

by

r j j  stephan i

c.  Sunday, November 26, 2023, Anno Domination at 0600 AMPST

{ Continued the discontinuation of discontent with no recourse other than focus on Bliss & Wonder of Life, Liberty & the Pursuit of Happiness while jammin’ to the #88’s link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEOgBRDo7fI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?