PHILLISTEENS ROCKIN' @RichieStephens

GODS’ AFFIRMING THE NUGATORY, STEPPIN’ IN SOCIETY

Systemic racism being articulated by the inferior minds leftover from the idiot savants’ minds
They know nothing about philosophy, mathematics or science yet they know it all, gold mines
Here’s the DNA message inside of human genome, you’ve forgotten, you’ve lost divine insight
Merely one of the many, here and now & soon to be dead & gone, light turns to night, all right.

Whole shebang disappears once you cease your heartbeat & blood flow from toenails to mind
On the ground or way above the atmospheric pressure that keeps the things downtown to find
Miracles on 3rd Avenue near the old town, it’s a #RushStreet strip of clubs ready to give up gold
Unto emotional rescue offered by the alcohol & squeezings of plants & flowers fire up the old.

Build the bombs that you won’t use to annihilate the entire equatorial system, pole to pole tip
Ego dissolved, money wasted on the lead before it turned to gold, it’s an anomaly of the ship
Full of the rats and grain in the belly of the ship, as it sinks slowly, bow to stern, they ain’t cryin’
It is the food for the fish, from the Bowery to the Taylor Street robots who knife fight with sin.

Shaved the hair off of every meter of skin, slick as the day babies are born, naked to the world
Above and below, everything remains the same, avoid Nothing like the plague, a love unfurled
Ends are identical to the pre-origin of the cosmos, Void, empty of things, concepts to analyze
Until the bottom disappears and you find the struggle is to stay alive; murder food with eyes.

You must eat, you must defecate, you can shut the phuquin up from now until the end’s times
Punks grow from babies into the apes you observe before you, a family, friends & all the foes
Isolate the moment, you’re here, I’m here, we’re present in the moment, stoppin’ on a dime
High above here, you can’t breathe, your heart ceases to beat, blood congeals the pump time.

Hello and goodbye, it could be worse, you may have never been a sage, but you think, ergo
You exist to move, to animate the rocks and mud underfoot, stacking the dirt & glass shards
Where Godzilla and King Kong raid the Far East & force the people to ignite the world’s end
Movie harbinger of mankind’s brave trek in the middle of nowhere, uh may I please offend?

You got lucky to be here, you never know what’s gonna happen the next minute or decade
Accidental or intentional is the nature of the Occult, find this & get self-conscious Kool-Aid
You will need it all from the time you find out the Truth until your last gasp of oxygen’s day
Black night, black knights move in it as if it’s broad daylight, third eye adjustment, I will pay.

All I must do is release the bloodhounds out of the psyche within, I am not in charge of the poll
Or One Mortal Original Sin, Adam & Eve were on their own, obligation to obey their master, Man
God’s apes evolved my arse, I don’t think so, I came from one egg & one gamete from papa’s soul
Dad may not have known, he was the God of my existence, he knows now, pops, RIP has-beens!

Whatever the peach looks like may be what it tastes like, sweeter than sugar pie, a sour anomaly
By the sea, on the coast or in the middle of the dry, dirty red & black rocks, here & now we are
Known & occult data hammering your head into logical conclusions & irrational arguments’ afar
From the actual nature of Reality, nature of this human beast, alive for a spin or two in a Tesla car.

Ready to be set but you’re never, ever gonna go, here to stay in one spot without moving a muscle
Disappearing form fading away right before your very eyes, look in the mirror, reflect your kerfuffle
I am what you are, invisible in a hundred years unless I’m dreaming & sleeping right now, forever
On the other hand, eat, drink & be merry for tomorrow, it’s Luke 12:19, New King James Version. 

Precisely,
“So, I commended enjoyment, because a man has nothing better under the sun than to eat, drink

& be merry; for this will remain with him in his labor all the days of his life which God gives him under the sun.”

Precisely! 

  Master rules Slaves’ Cylinders.

OH NO YOU DIDN’T!

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 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 12-12-2023, @ 711 AMPST

{ Goin’ off cock-sure with this little ditty of #CriticalTheoryOfMe while listenin’ to @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow @kste650AM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#RoundYonVirgins #SleepInHeavenlyPeace

PAY BACK YOUR LOAN OR DEFAULT ON GODS’ GOLD

Around in one circle or multiverse infinite circles, either way, it’s going to be the only thing you can do
Bring your books to school as if you’re interested in the holy words you will be putting blind faith into
Truth be told under your breath so that nobody knows you know what it is, let ‘em all delete the logs
Of recorded data from the first to the last day of Earth’s creation post-Bigbang into swamps and bogs.

Highlights of all human beings higher than kites fly, due to kid's Kool-Aid drunk by abandoned creations
Baby boys and girls evolve into men and women, the species is responsible for the entire shebang’s sins
Good, Evil, Ugly or the Beautiful, contribute to the genome’s essence, it’s form is recombined at random
Mixed by sheer chance, met one another by accident, mind melded & married for 70 years of freedom.

Falling up and rising to the down below, no logic, no reason, no way to follow the emptiness of a Void
It’s a construct of abstraction from the shapes of matter right in front of all of our faces, it’s no racism
Is it all too human just as other species follow the same suit, hearts, spades, red or black of the system
Royal flushes of diamonds and clubs spread out to win the kitty, the pot, the whole shebang’s cuboid.

On the honor & glory showered upon the ones who die fighting for the freedom to live without kings
Overhead at night, nothing but a void & atmospheric twinkling, there’s no slinging wings of queens
Out of the back door, there’s nothing but the Green River flowing a steady current night & day go-by
Signs with hands and lips moving with expressions of what hides inside our heads, God told this lie.

Not God’s fault, it’s the nature of the maker of the beasts, lying is just the Truth in reverse, it’s all good
Even if it’s untrue or false, statements of subjects, verbs, predicates & objects are all there is the Empty
Void of all atoms, not even one quark between one twilight zone and another, fools laugh, I laugh, fool
Blowout of the system is hypothetical yet, if you die, if we all die, it’s like it was before conceptual rule.

You wake up, hunt, fish, cook, find someone to love & then you go back to sleep, what else can you do?
For the sake of the Homo Sapiens species, I laugh & cry, I see, listen & feel the love, I tasted Cov19 flu
Ennui took over deep consciousness & failed to reboot the system, lost interest, lost wages, it’s radio free
Catching waves off of the Pacific Palisades or Catalina beaches, I’m hangin’ ten for the sake of my liberty.

When will the Trojan Horse stop it’s entry into the consciousness? Nobody but a chimera & holy ghost
To be or not to be the parents of new children who haven’t been conceived, that’s the question of most
If newborn children don’t get what they deserve, which is a perfect governing body of this holy bubble
Then the old, ancient survivors who made it through blood, sweat & tears will inherit the dirty rubble.

Outside the building, it’s completely dark like Outerspace when you get out of Earth’s stratosphere
Building with stones, bricks, straw, sticks and the mud give a temporary reprieve from natural care
Being in constant defense mode from the predators that will kill & eat you & I, just the good meat
Given the following, nothing will matter in a hundred years, just keep movin’ your flatfooted feet.

On nobody’s road but my own, I saw a crossroad & I took the left fork, right fork was a dead=ender
Fiddlesticks needed to bang on the drums & pick guitar strums, don’t fret, bass player troublemaker
Daughters and sons are locked up together in the same bedrooms, no reason for sleeping him/her
Not married and not related to one another, a gaggle of paupers’ children, hippy long hair carpenter.

Boots on the ground, toes spit shined, laces crossed for combat, here come the frostbitten big toes
Marginal or substantial, either way when it’s over it’s over, there’s no reprieve, no replay of the foes
Win or lose, it’s a game with rules that are made to be broken by the cool cats & the dirty dogs of Ga
Divine & all too human at one & the same time, like a dream within a dream, a tale of Poe & my papa.

Wrote it down before I forgot but I forgot where I wrote it, could have been tryin’ to start an idiot fad
Monkeys & other apes are capable of the same, reading & writing of conceptual analyses, good or bad
Break something else, it’s too calm in the room, bring on a new conundrum for the pity party to brood
In the mud, blood & cold beer exists the woes of humanity, this temporary lapse of reason’s bad mood.

Rising out of the thick ooze comes just one DNA cell, left over from the Big Bang, the rocks all rolled
Split the nucleus and then smashed it back into itself causing an explosion to split Earth’s leftover ash
Without the H2O on the planet, this rock is just a jagged fragment of a blown material world’s cache
Now, never before now, ever, now then, breathe in, breathe out, it’s the #Payback of God’s fool’s gold.

Behold the high place is above the low place except when it’s upside down, reversed is true as I fall
I don’t want a thing, I don’t know like you know what some woman has conjured up for a spell brew
Yet, I drink ‘til I’m drunk & as I pass out from being too #Woke, hit my head & lost my marbles, a few
Leftover supper & a few cat’s eyes to lose, I got in the game & lost it all, I’m out, I’m in, I am the ball!

Hurry to the end, I’m getting’ chilly and my spine is tellin’ the truth, #CoverItUp or you’ll lose the hit
Paying sweet change to buy the motherlode, got a contract to collect upon my death, it’s sweet S#it
So, taxpayers paid for your bachelor’s & master’s degrees, but I personally paid for your PhD’s hair
Not as easy as it looks, crackin’ books, crammin’ for midterms and finals, sleepin’ in the library chair.

Afterall, it is all about the benjamins, no more nor less than that, on the other hand, it may be a ruse
From high above our station, above our pay grade, beyond the comprehension of men in gym shoes
Not important for you to copy the notions with your own twist, rather imagine your own, all bull-she
Anyway you look at it, any angle from any room in any house on any continent, mountaintop to sea.

Pain morphs into suffering after it’s no longer an issue, just a memory of the feeling in reality’s fake
Like it’s happening again when it’s no longer an issue since it’s a ghost tale for a shovel and a rake
Orphans have babies & pretend that the ancestors are known, yet they’re unknown, faceless smoke
A photograph or portrait of the form of the shape of the being, known as ma, pa, brother or sis folk.

Better to breathe in and out than to cease breath altogether, it’s a life ace in the hole, hold it & die
Not that anyone desires death but we’ve all gotta go someday, some sooner and some later to fly
Up and away from this plane’s flat, gravitational pull on our souls, whatever is inside, will get out
Like that, snap of a finger & ouila! Fait Complet & there’s nothing more to say, I Twist & I Shout!

 

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 12-11-23 Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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!

 

by

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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?