#HalfCocked

x = y  NEVER

MARY THE M.o.G.

Indeed, if you don’t laugh at the joke then you’re gonna cry about the punch line’s laughs
May you never need the power of the sun or any of the stars to defend your living gaffs
In the dark’s closets where angels fear to go, no eyes to see or ears to hear, a mortal sin
All there is in the dream without the five senses intact, outside of the realm of the coffin.

Protect the innocent from the predators who will come & take what’s not nailed downtown
From any light and heavy metal, on every side street, every single alley and turnpike uptown
Pride’s prejudice against any group you ain’t in will cause the war, battles for DNA’s hairspray
All up in arms with your panties in a bunch by now, or maybe you need a bit more to be Fly?

Here we go, takin’ off of the ground of being goin’ as high as the sky allows, it’s empty there
Just whatever spirits fly after they die & leave their skin & bones for the others to ‘not’ care
Sure, I knew she was a virgin & that whatever GI Joe happened twas immaculate deception
What’s that mean? GI Joe happened? Meaning hit copulation & run out by immortal sins.

Hey, I’m still here in the room, I hear everything you’re saying & what you’re thinking, all set
Fill up a thimble with your wisdom and knowledge and then I’ll let you in an the dark secret
You’re in a computer simulation of an alien from another star system in the cosmos, car-sick
Intercoursed dialogue, injected a wad of LSD programmed, chromosomic acid, hydrochloric.

Now worms, now snakes, now insects, squirm, crawl, climb, jump or fly about the gas’ airs
Bounty hunters are the winners, the predators who kill & eat efficiently to save care bears
When it’s all said & it’s all done, everyone alive now and then will know the Truth is finite
Blood runs cold until it stops ‘cause it’s either hot or it’s not, virgin’s birth make gods’ light.

It’s all down here in the mud, blood and beer where the rattles & the hums are au naturelle
Skating and sliding on the ice and down the hills and moguls I can’t even see, I’m snow-blind
Eventually I will come out dead or alive and, in the end, nothing matters and what if it didn’t?
Then you are free to do what you want to do; the laws will regulate if you’re out of hand s#it.

Bites on an apple off a tree of knowledge without wisdom mutated into bytes of @AppleInc pine
Moog is a mooch and everybody knows your surreal name, it’s right there on your name tag sign
Game is over before you even knew you were playin’ on the stage for the minions to get outraged
So, so fine, Mary oh mother of One who might be Two or Three, depending on a family DNA tree.

God close to gold when you get old in the fold of sheeple you’ve been dropped into, the DNA pool
Fault of nobody, obligation of no one, just a random, neutral shot in the dark, to cause The Ending
U-Haul truck to haul my load to the venue up the hill, where buffalo roam & an American river falls
Down from the Sierra Nevada snowcaps melting after the storm’s leftover melting crystal snowballs.

Down it, pi’s 3.14 into the yards of the field, the feet of the homerun fence from the pentagram base
It’s the only score that matters, all numbers at the end of the game, a contest for the survival of face
Blood runs cold or warm, everything matters that there’s nothing that matters more than my breath
It comes in & it goes out of my face, absorbing the good, regurgitating the evil that ain’t alive, death.

Edited all the blood out the form, the only thing that’s left is the BBQ and the potato salad & greens
Food for thought is right here & right now, dig right in and don’t delay for the dessert, eat it now man
Corrupt the whole shebang by getting the payoff before the labor, it’ll all turn to shyt in ways & means
A kick in the hind end or Cabesa will cause a known result, blood tension, smashed sandman’s genes.

Washed my hands, turned wine into blood, blew the white flour into a divine body, split into zillions
Pieces of the whole shebang, to make the poor and rich feel better about being mere scat minions
Used to rock and roll until you got used to the jazz’s rhythm and blues, corrupt concerts of classical
I am, therefore I will animate what used to be a crying, helpless, lump of DNA marrow-bone-muscle.

Brought you in from the darkness, you recall that you smiled like you knew I was comin’ for you, AHA
Now it’s One fact of life, a fait complete for al who cares to entertain the deception of blah blah blah
Corrupt my sling and my arms won’t know where to swing, blind evil and blind good, One mortal sin
Conclusion deduced, God damned gods & humans to extinguish the error of creation, #Procreation.

It’s as clear as mud from the west to the east bay, it all comes down with the dirty words, I bedspread
Inseminated divine ova, not offensive that losers never make it into the pocket, home of the old & dead
Cartoons pointed to the Truth, paid no attention other than a wistful glance just to register the metadata
Nothing matters, what if it did? Blown stars care, that is all; get the load-out, nobody leftover, yo’ mama?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Freezember IIIrd MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Bled this out the saddle this AM while listenin’ to #MARY by @ZZTop in an infinite loop, link @
https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk }

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Rabbit Hoppin' Bunny Boots #BlowYourTop #AsAboveSoBelow #OORAH @ZZT

LITTLE QUEENIE, YOU’RE THE ONE BABY!

I found the middle of the fork between your mama & mine, assume y’all are ready rock & roll it out
All loaded out for a ride out to the canyon to drop in on the haven for the invisibles, twisting a shout
For the minions and the privileged of the species’ remnants of the good, the bad and the evil scheme
This love hymn of a lover to his lover, she knows who, why and what for, this dream within a dream.

If the scat is holy, it’s only because the birds need to tweet the song for the pretty, little checkmate
To hunt for the prey to feed the love of life itself, that’s a Xmas every, single spin of the Earth’s fate
On or off, up or down, in or out, the thing itself is beyond good & evil, it’s all about the shape’s form
DNA codex moves itself to duplicate nucleic acid substances which queerly follow an apple’s worm.

Dynastic inheritance of Nothing at all, 'cept my little queenie will fade to Harvey Wallbangers’ blue
On the preview of the prolegomena, I suggest you fetch a comfort spot & cup of Joe or hot cocoa too
Symbols introduced by a clash of cymbals, together we stand upon the apex where gods turn to rust
On the honor of my promise to live forever from the day my body dies and lies in boxes of urn dust.

What does Hell mean to humans if they’ve neither heard the word nor analyzed the pre-concept
Caring about Life and staying alive & pain-free from day One until the exit out of the origin debt
Original misbehavior, disobedience of the commands, the theorems, the laws, rules of the road
Assumed as a given without reserve, you’re alive, here & now, you’re gonna die, so now W T F ?

Throw on some English Leather to obfuscate the stink, the stank & the stunk-up hand me downs
Fear of flying can’t terminate a holy spirit flight from being Earthbound to the holy, ebony bones
Gone away from it all, came back to it all, it all came back to me, now I see it all, it’s all about me
My tongue is not in my cheek, I’m serious, without me, the whole world’s people won’t be free.

Underneath the façade of smoke, mirrors, makeup and loud noise and quiet noise, it’s a buzzard
Waiting for the carcasses to radiate the putrid, rot of the carnivore with dead meat in the gizzard
January 1st to December 31st every spinning revolution of 365.25 days, you get close to the dead
In a cemetery underground or above unlimited greenhouse gas emissions & Life to Death fauna.

That being said, by whom is one, long story, it’s a short paraphrase of a fake genius, an evil fool
Bought the entire lexicon for less than a farthing, now it’s a free for all, shredded by the #Nuge
Bass and drums complimenting the lead of the shredded frets, it’s a motor city madman rule
Get hard of hearing all for the sake of loud for no reason except to disturb the peaceful pool.

An enigmatic matter of Time and Space you gleaned from the plants and animals, a soul trippin’
Found on the road dead but still lurking as spirits in the night often do, crashed whiskey sippin’
But hey now, anyway you go, we’re all gonna go, nobody knows how or when, ‘why’ is, y’all sin
Against the creator of your species and the Terra ferma underfoot, bury you 6 feet under Slo Gin.

I desire what I need & need what I desire, it’s all too human, it ain’t my fault I’ve been washed
Up and down until I got in and out of the fixation nobody escapes from in the end, I’m cashed
Withering away or reinforcing the power that can’t be contained in a black hole or singularity
Got bent when I was ordered to get bent, no worries about the hard & soft things’ invisibility.

Existentially ungrounded being, RNA/DNA replication function & substance of evolutionary tea
Luck of the draw to become alive at all, further chance to succeed at random ends of the story
Beams of light, burning atoms of gas, turning order into queer nature of quark’s of blind seers
Greased the floor with lard and chicken fat, after 10 goin’ out lookin’ like a sharp dressed man.

All gone before you even knew I was there, it’s the hot stuff of myths, untrue story of strangers
They may or may not have walked or crawled anywhere down here, maybe the bible thumpers
In the beginning as it was and as it will always be, there’s nothing at all in Space, just demigods
Crime committed in grime or pristine spaces where angels fear to go, I win, I beat the hotrods.

by

r j j  stephan, i 

c.  Samedhi, Freezember 2^nd MMXXIII @ 1:11:11 PMPST

{ Crafted this gem out of the matrix while jammin’ to @ZZTop #GreatestHits 2024 #BluesRock link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/RxQq545DWQk?si=_ERBnFiu9ppuPZdq }

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#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/ }

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