#GreekFries #GreekPhilosophicalLies & #SpysVsSpys

JACKED YOUR LIFE, FLASHBACK TRIP, AD INFINITUM

Long knives sharpened for the feast to fatten the quarry for the slaughter, it’s all the same old news
Vicious cats and dogs were conceived to be alive and hunt for the tools of survival, a bite, killer here
For the sake of the family, the herd needs things done due to their leaning toward extinction blues
Can’t defend yourself or your family so you are the food for the rest of us who drink blood & beer.

Fish swim below the surface, there to be caught, killed & devoured, like spiders and snakes in a pit
Dreamer dreams, wakes up to find nothing more nor less than another dream in the dream, da s#it
You’re an instrument & then you wonder why you get played by the musicians who think into a note
Dots and lines on an 8 ½ by 11-inch page of tree-pulp pages, lighter than the ink, blues that I wrote.

For me to say what I mean and for you to know what I didn’t say, what I didn’t mean is all I ever want
Dizzy or lucid, a mind goes to waste in the end, there’s nothing to save the sane nor the imbecilic rant
Freedom ain’t just a word, it’s what can’t be secured by the dependents of Earth-muddy water & rock
Gods’ air breathed, I killed plants & animals for food to survive starvation woes, still die by a sea dock.

Gongs and bells filling the emptiness of the dawn’s sunrise, to wake up or die, plug into the AC/DC hole
In the wall or on the floor, it’s a party awaiting my presence, the power to begin is all in my right hand
I’ll set right here a spell, thinking about it, I know I am here and now, I don’t know why but I’m on a roll
Down the alley, ‘tween gutters, 3-hole ball’s sliding, turning & hooking into a 1-2-3 pocket’s strikeland.

Pushed and pulled until completely useless and limp, unable to do anything but swing with the inertia
Collapsed as all things must be in the end, everything into a Singularity of Black Holes, religion hysteria
Are you following the argument from premises to inductions and deductions even Plato couldn’t deny
Conditional as the word ‘if’ is, there is nothing more nor less than fire, Time is naturally, a One scat fly.

Frozen to melted into liquid gold and lead, the gods are good since they don’t exist in Time & Space
Freedom from Gravity and forces of revolution around one of the many stars of fake infinity’s face
No regard for any needs or wants of the thing itself, 208 bones and 650 muscles move the unmoved
Why you sang this song only God knows, maybe nobody knows, before the Big Bang, gods grooved.

Into the vinyl or magnetic tape or media from the aliens who never show, sound & sight fade to ice
Gas to liquid to hard rock, that’s the line between life and death, animation and utter dissolution dice
Dots from one through six on each of the six sides, one is a die & two or more are dice for a cash cow
Up against a wall or just in a circular jerk of friends and rivals who want nothing but all you have now.

Everyone has no idea what the reason is for the miracles you & I observe during waking states of being
Knowledge and wisdom are impossible and important to succeed in the quest to stay happy, singing
Polite and rude at one and the same time, it’s a yin & yang of man & woman, ma & pa getting’ jiggy too
I thank them, I think, for carrying on & meeting me in the orgasm I am, I turned out to be nobody’s fool.

Ate pablum, drank formula, ate the candy & drank the sevens’ up & cokes before I let them eat my teeth
Needed teeth to eat and the sugar needed to eat the teeth, dentists recommended more, I did a lot less
Finding a line to the destination was anticlimactic, I knew the sole answer, soul couldn’t believe or see it
Nothing before the light, nothing after the light, nothing before anything at all, a universal high bong hit.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Freezember IV^th  MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Knocked the filling out of the hardball while jammin’ to #LetGoAndLetTheUniverseWorkItAllOut link @ https://youtu.be/sYeijcrgCSE?si=OWN2n8y-unAQexED }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?