#YOUmakeMYdreamsCOMEtrue

UNIVERSITY OF FINK & FUNK FOO FIGHTS

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Phonies behind the curtain of your world way back when the world was a nut, Big Bang time
Deepest space of dark clouds empty of the water to make it all come alive on my holy dime
Ain’t got no preference for UFO saucers of three meals, quickening, fascinating movers on a fly
I am not exaggerating the Truth, it’s never false since Truth itself is down below the empty sky.

Prophetic saga of mercy on the poor, faithless and rich, faithful, rainin’ down on me, my bread
At Mary’s place or Michael’s gates up there in Cielo, it got started & I’m gonna end it, bang bang
No gunpowder, no triggers, no hammers, no rounds of lead or shining yellow gold, I am the lead
Heart aches then it breaks, leaks all of the blood out of the 5 holes left in the toes to the head.

No turning back from the blind space between your mama’s legs, that’s not being kind to papa
Getting off with citation promises, care-taking the momentary lapse of reason’s climax of Mary
She was a virgin, she said & there’s no reason to believe that she conceived the son of the God
I called up & down the road, waiting for the Truth down in the ditch on the upside down hotrod.

The smoke from the gun was the engine smoking & on fire, ready to blow the fuel’s smithereens
I got out and got her out, everything was everything, I called nobody since middle of nowhere
Got no service or cellphone, no way to get the help from the fire department, vacation scenes
You’re missing, I’m missing, the children and parents are missing, everything’s all gone to beans.

Holler louder until you lose your only voice, all that’s left is the whisper even you can’t hear it
Drifting devils and the dust the they left in the wake of their slop & slobber, idiot savant’s chit
Dreaming just to awaken, ad infinitum, as if that’s all there is to life, kick the pony to giddy-up
What it is, this #Rising is Substance, substratum of a Void, exception to a rule, which way is up?

Escape the bone marrow because you’ve got no choice, it’s the way it is, song remains the same
For you and your foster parents, siblings, your ancestral descendants if any, all a somnambulism
Cactus in the desert has the kick protected by the pricks & prongs who bottle worms in my fame
Blasted drunk with a compass, drifted as photons and quarks fear to go, unprotected catechism.

Certainly, waiting for paradise when there’s only Hehl below is the preferred idiocy of it all
Bowling in alleys, pitching balls in the middle of diamonds, touchdowns without the Touch
Pine-cones, big seeds of the oxygen factory, here before the origin of the species, poor Rich
Is what I am, what we all are, a con’s red blood always was and will be a toxic spill of a bitch.

Dreams opened the scenes, from the ruins rose the built forms of the Rising rocks & sand
Planetary leftovers from the Origin’s Big Bang, we can’t make this up, Truth can’t be found
High or low, out or in of the thing you & I are, lumps of the matter movin’ the recycled chit
Forms dissolved and regenerated into the microscopic giants, so, this is the End, That’s It!

 

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche 12-10-MMXXIIIk Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST  #TheRising #CitysInRuins #NYC

{ Flipped this off of God’s hand’s center finger between thumb & pinky, while listenin’ to #IllSeeYouInMyDreams link @ https://youtu.be/xJum7B1KnkA?si=BbJuSJktj4ycX4na }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FamilyGuyXmasMashup

LEFT BEFORE THE DEVIL SLITHERED

Highlight the moments you lived before you die in heaven or in the back aisle of a seven-eleven stop
Pricking up your ears with your temper moving along the Time line half-cocked, a lovelorn ape crop
Carafe or flask of brandy, bongs of Panama Red or Acapulco Gold, dry bottom of Tequila glass worm
I’m good and drunk, bad and stoned up against the wall, under the covers of the mighty human form.

Gods can’t come down in here, they have no fortitude for the rocks that roll down the mountain tops
Loaded up with my sticks and stones you threw in my direction, keepin’ them for a rainy day of flops
Out of the lake & river water, only the tiny streams & sewer lines takin’ the best shot to a Rose Bowl
Of bones and skin that can’t be consumed by the fauna who eat it all, every molecule in every soul.

Best shot at the bullseye of obfuscation is right on the money, it’s a trite saying if it ain’t ever false too
Shown everything I had in my arsenal of defense without offense, One, naked ape to the world’s fools
Better place in Space than this one here & now on the Terra Ferma, coast to coast, pole to pole of dirt
Scattered cosmic dust collected to grow a four leaf clover to start over like an infinite repetition of art.

What you don’t know won’t hurt you, it’s a surprise attack like Pearl Harbor, just US, we got Kamikazed
Follow the reasoning, you’re an innocent accident or an intentional will to create another One from Two
Can’t be bought or sold on the black or blue market, no despair in the market of millionaires, sky’s cryin’
But in the end, it’s the Origin that counts from zero to infinity, runs around the universe to beat up Sin.

Revolution of the rocks around the holy, burning, atomic essence of Nothing more than All there is now
What is past, whatever that was that used to be is here and now no more, it’s as caput as the wind blow
In and out of the closed windows and sealed doors, the leak is all there in every drop, hopeless in faith
Incredible accounts from unrelated strangers, except in a sequence of DNA far removed from a wraith.

Song, poem recited in raised & lowered screams from voice box concertos in empty, odorless rest room
Stay in the groove from the origin to the final record skip, you’ll know when you get a taste of the doom
Buggies pushed by young mothers; will they go around in circles until the baby walks & talks as Einstein
Or gets as tall as Wilt or Jabbar, as small as Tom Thumb, bloodless coup d’etat God says, “It’s All Mine.”

Before your birth, after your death by suicide, homicide or natural causes of finite matter in dire atrophy
Nothing we can do about it, enjoy the ride, the days and nights, if lucky in peace, holy love & happiness
Fixed my broken halo, mended my injured wings, I can still fly high as the eagles that cry, but I gotta go
Now and then, I’ll recollect the millions of moments I tripped on baby feet, sticks & stones thrown, bro.

Wolves in the woods, lions, tigers and snakes in the jungle, some you see & some you don’t see
They come & go in and out of your & my lives as if their ghosts, just chimeras of what used to be
Nothing personal, absolutely a generality of the substance and the specific content of matter, ice
Water hard or soft, just hydrogen and oxygen that blew up in a divine dream’s high minded price.

Brews and dead meat concoctions burnt in effigy of the almighty, miscommunion with the creator
All gone at one and the same time, when you get to realize that all you’ve been taught was so, or
Maybe it wasn’t so, created as a history for the things made from mud, blood and old-style beer
Sat down, laid down, fell asleep, dreamt you were here, got woke up by the salt lick of the deer.

Fell down on my head from the Pine tree above me, where I laid my head since I couldn’t get away
From the tired, fading brain instead of alert awareness, got nothing but a fading to black yesterday
Treats were all tricks, none of them lasted for more than a New York minute, the minions are gone
All dead & gone, back to the past when it was the future, before Day 1, this fiasco of the God bone.

Come closer & I’ll whisper this fact in your ear, you’re lucky you’re here but you’re gonna be dead
Of what you eat or what you know will get you so sick that a doctor couldn’t fix the shattered head
Brain works & the mind depends on it, fishing for the answers of why the # the world’s turnin’ papa
In wobbling spins, revolving around the source of photosynthesis and genesis of your l’il ol’ mama.

Villains and heroes die too, just like the common, ordinary folk like us or ones we know, sip prison ice
Some of us are locked up and can’t get free, some of us are free and think that we’re in prison’s price
For disobedience to the law or at least an accusation of infraction, there’s what it is, incarcerated soul
Punishment is to stop the repetition by forcing the evil, bad humans to isolate in an inescapable hole.

It’s all gone down already, this is a mere afterthought, nothing will come of it since Nothing is all of it
Any way you look at the situation, angels ain’t comin’ from stars, it’s your own gamble, we ain’t the chit
Sun never comes out, it’s always right where it always is, all the stars move the unmoved mover’s sign
Spun the spin, grief is all because of misjudged music and words, mind as well get stoned, Life is mine.

Now then, snake out of the grass & up in the tree, hangin’ off a branch, offering a hit of the micro bud
All I did was hit it once, I was all gone before I knew what to do, death came knocking & I killed the SOB
Now death ain’t a threat any longer, it’s just me, myself & I as it was above, now it will remain, the ruse
Last call for alcohol, stuffed the bowl with bang, breathe in, breathe out, that’s all, that’s it, God’s Blues.

Lines from point to point makin’ angles and shapes of things to come in a God’s damned orgasmic eye
Makin’ it all up as we go, there ain’t no blowing of minds around here no more, it’s emptiness DNA fill
Acid in perpetual motion, from Big Bang to Singularity, a microcosm of universal mind in a red thimble
Coming down from a highness I thought would last forever, dream in a dream, it’s over & I’m still high.

I’ll govern the aftermath of the life I’m living right here and now, I got a will to power regurgitated ilk
Just the fix needed for the problem to correct it’s course from the bottom of the drain, more whiskey
One more glass, just leave the 1/5 bottle right there next to the coaster, here’s a C-note, water down
What are you being sad for? Heartbreaks & it heals with someone new, my eagle’s up & done flown.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, December 9^th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @ChrisStapleton link @ https://youtu.be/d2x254mCOvs?si=CS55GlTU8lr39aKV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FileThirteen #13 #YouWillGetOverIt #PowerPlanting @UniversityOfWashingtonFootball @SpaceNeedles @TheEagles #OnTheBorder #BunchOfAnimals #AsAboveSoBelow

THE IDEA IS TO OBFUSCATE

I laugh, Do Not Enter and Beware Of Dog signs don’t matter if you’re an idiot or a moronic rube
On the matter of Forms, shapes of things themselves & the origin of Space in a divine test-tube
Nothing comes just in time to save the day, appealing to the dream lovers and haters of Reality
Mothers of Things that remain conscious, even after death, it’s the stuff of religion’s mythology.

Blessed and holy, as if the rest of the genome is doomed and inferior to a superior, invisible uno
Comes and goes in a theoretical dialogue or sermon, appears as truth until the bubble bursts chit
Mango stuffed in a pineapple inside of the passion fruit flambe, Westcoast on the high road’s pit
Imaginary rings we danced about infinite circles of atomic, molecular business, lip smackin’ blow.

Everybody needs one now & then, whether you know it or not, you will still behold, gotta be #Woke
Meaning nothing more nor less than blind faith in leaders and illogical arguments for & against jokes
Remember your teachers didn’t test your recollection of the teachings, not in the curriculum seed
From a garden of children to cool halls of renowned, respected higher learning, Mastered & PhD’d.

No choice but at least it’s a free choice, either live or die, every day it’s a cause & effect of the present
To get to the future, the past can’t be overlooked, it’s a matter of Time and Space, historical precedent
What I am & where I am is not who I am, if you’re an idiot, you’ll speak with fools until you awaken too
Exactly in the place in Space where you’re conceived in your mother’s womb, that’s who you are, boo!

Your weakness is my strength and you got no strength at all because nobody else cares about you, fool
If the shoe fits then wear it no matter which size your feet happen to be, they’re different toes & soles
For the sake of everything you can’t get over & want to hold a grudge against the gods, begone forever
You’re far out of my mind if I can’t see, hear or feel you, I pass on the bitter tastes and olfactory horror.

So, hear this if you aren’t deaf and dumb, I understand you’re dumb but not deaf, you’re not immortal
Final ends will allow the Cause to End all causes that came before the Big Bang, there were None at all
So, airless & boneless, no planet in any solar system can support the Truth, you can’t handle the Truth
Looking into one microscopic or macroscopic view of this myopic vision, will help knock out my tooth.

Dead, corpse, buried, burned, formaldehyde or incineration makes no difference, not one twit at all
Conclusion induced from the deductions is natural, premises precede the disobedient who did fall
From the garden where it all began, empty of the cream of the crop, it’s extinction awaiting the pain
Setting your seven holes in your body into shutdown mode, corpus dillecti for the criminally insane.

It is all around the world, people say nothing they understand the same way, it’s so complicated
Dead & gone all recognize that this was all a test for the imbeciles who get conceived at random
Five will get you ten at the Five & Dime, you stole the candy, you will pay for the candy with fear
Of the men & women who are in charge of the place where they keep the bait at the back door.

I got drunk on the ground and on a jet plane, either way I was too high for the situation in heaven
Improvisational quips weren’t very handy since I didn’t have any, my only hope's to roll 7 or 11
Hangovers never stopped me before today and there ain’t no way to get me to tea total the mess
Powers that be will animate your immovable bones once you’re dead & gone, I’m One, I confess.

Think of it this way, there’s no advantage to believing that you have no power when it’s all around
Underground, above and below it not to mention the great beyond everyone believes it’s the gods
When it’s an astronomical exercise in futile resistance to the immutable power in DNA atom quarks
By and by is where we’ll meet again, already gone in history, it’s the end for genies and the dorks.

Decisions were made about which way is up and which way is down, trying to keep the love alive
When it deteriorates day by day, on the way to an inevitable trip out of the Cro-Magnon cave/hive
Highlighted and gaslighted for the last time, because tonight’s the night of the West Side corduroys

It’s finale is the rumble in the asphalt jungle, could have been New York, Chicago or Detroit boys.

Burnt the matter until the smoke rose above the clouds, to return in raindrops fallin’ on our head
As above it goes the same way below, repeating in perpetuity the acts of the play, a Grateful Dead
Pines and picks and grins, prince and pauper alike can identify with the acid trippin’ mind phuquin’
To say the least, you have to experience this shit to believe it, scrambles all you know into puddin’.

You don’t know like I know what the figment of my imagination is up to, a meme's mythological idea Pneumococci harmony chords I’ve rejected, order & chaos are all that there are, whole shebang flaw
No Zeus or supreme being above or below seven continents and seas, Man’s all alone to be in the raw
Punch line delivered for the sake of God’s damned joke off jazz and bangin’ a hooker in south Korea.

Lost your three or four wives to the ‘other’ character who always reared it’s ugly head and tail, it’s me
Ego, superego, Id or whichever moniker the shrink concocts for the diagnostic prognosis, Nothing’s free
Never forgetting the sacrifice of freedom to be anonymous, like a spy vs. a spy, it only takes those two
Each one’s a color to hide in white or black, it’s all to put a spook’s dick in the dirt, I’m paraphrasing too.

Professional guarantee the satisfaction until you’re satisfied, they ain’t payin’ for the job, it ain’t done
It will never be done, there’s always a flaw that’s out of sight, out of mind except to the eyes of a pro
If everything depends on the Ends & the Means then everything is germane to the loveless argument
Why you love this man or woman has no bearing on factoids of life, living, dying are too human, gent.

Being nothing more than the DNA that began my trip, there’s nothing less than the least important
Physical deterrence and mental abhorrence is my forte and my weakness, less than an atom’s DNA
I am the things themselves but I’m not even an I, no super ego or mighty Id, divine serum injection
Invisible yet almighty, everywhere but nowhere at all, a loophole in the fabric of the 3rd dimension.

Through the barrier nobody can destroy due to it’s invulnerability and immortality of a smoke form
Shaped in random, parallel lines that scramble into perpendicularity on the area of the sphericality
Free speech ain’t your option, shutting down the temporary injunction before it’s too late for me too
It’s a long way to the top if it’s all your damn fault or divinity’s malicious intent, songs remain blue.

Interested in your opinionated point of view, which assumptions have you miscalculated off campus
Matriculate your tuition and graduate with uber advanced degrees in all majors, hysterical masters
Doctors and ol' barristers to amend the Truth as needed, depending on the variable variants’ mutant
God screaming bloody murder in silence, this party ain’t a disco, it’s rollin’, freeway of all God’s sins.

Answer the question, who creates a creation & then forgets about the wild and innocent animals
Plants left over to consume and defecate until the monsters came to eat the babies’ misconceptions
Dripping the liquid away until all the mud, blood & beer dissolves into black holes of Singular sons
Middle of a centerfold, nothing but staples, maybe two or three to interject the venom, Holy One’s.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Dec 8^th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 211 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to The Eagles like this #Nothingburger #OnTheBorder link @ https://youtu.be/cbctW33iRYw?si=FSztANejOhmFBml1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?