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Sunday, December 17, 2023

THIS CHRISTMAS THE BLINDED WILL SEE, THE DEAF & DUMB WILL HEAR & COMPREHEND #FIREsideCHITchats #PinkChristmas

 P I N K  @CADILLAC 

WHAT A PINK SLED WILL ALWAYS GET ON THE INTERSTATE 5

Gassed by the time the bus left the station, fresh out of my resistance for the mental patients
I will be right there just as soon as I can get these people out of my immediate future stints
With or without you, the law wants me put away in a safe place for my own good, it’s so evil
Love and hate moved the mothers and fathers to steal one another’s goods and services’ pill.

All in one tiny packed energy of atoms that turn the bad to the good, it tastes like dead meat
Burnt to a crisp or just hot enough to singe the flesh and make it fall off of the bone marrow
Hunting and fishing until the growth in the fields remains ready to plow under the gods’ cat
Neverland and nevermore are the here & there & then, historical reproduction of bull’s scat.

On or off of the grid where angels fear to go, the big brothers and sisters we don’t know blow
Brother, backfiring, re-engineering the DNA as if just that’s good, just because they know it’s so
All the sisters of the mothers who fooled the fathers and sons into the holy knighthood of idiots
It’s no fault of the training, don’t take it personally although it’s personal, you’re indeed, robots.

Programmed with atomic acid, name it whatever sounds like you can recall, rhyme the reasons
To be or not to be, a purpose for the rigmaroles you see, hear, feel, touch, smell coming & taste
High grade phenomena and blown Margarita Tequila out the pie-hole before you knew it, sons
I warned you of the danger, the skull & cross bones of the Yankees & rebels who tempted fate.

Pretend that reality is a dream within a dream for a Poetic moment in this past time, it’s all in hot legs
To live for no other reason than just because a mothered father inseminated one more ol' holy eggs
Inject my venom, now it’s AC/DC from the first to the last call for alcohol, got the shots in jello jigs
Now, it’s tomorrow but you’ve no idea how you got to bed, a dream in a dream of spit-smokin’ pigs.

Pork rinds to crack down upon, lip smackin’ good as swine itself, bacon, Swiss burger, more shots
Finally in Darkness when there’s absolutely no point of reference or future recall 'cept blackout dots
Then and only then, if and only if you’ve got the intent, will you ascend to high wisdom of emptiness
Be closed to the torn opening, trap, kill your ego, Id & all the horses y’all road in on, sin to confess.

Gods fought about the good, the bad & the ugly before concepts unfolded out of the genome food
Being’s nothingness analyzed until the origin faded to black between stars, too human, in the mood
Songs sung, beats on skin & tin, strokes and strums on the sinews of the holy & vile cooked on fires
Burnt offerings to the ones who died without a ceremony or grave with a rock above, gods play lyres.

Because of the movement being the cause of the malfunction, to sleep, to rest, to breed sad sperms
From scared girls, the mothers of us all, Happiness’ key sought yet unfound in petri dishes of germs
I’m still here and now I’m wondering why when so many have passed & gone into empty skies
What has me by the nards is the fact that my origin is suspect, mind is invisible as humble pies

Broke your whole puzzle into smithereens as all pieces have the essence in code, of acid divine
Help and the Hope that you have power to remedy every malfunction experience can design
Is a vain hope, understood because it’s your training at the toilet, you don’t speak of its gods
Doublespeak, meaning the opposite of the word said, half of my body is bacteria uninfected.

I received God’s gift to women without warning, just standing on the corner waiting for a bus
Nothing is all my fault and I’m being serious, anything referred to as Nothing, I have caused It
To be or not to be, it really doesn’t matter at all, there’s no reason or rhyme to the systemic fuss
High or low in conscious minds’ eyes, we’re all gonna go, you too angel food cake, cosmic dust.

REM during the sleep you cannot avoid is the way the corpse stays alive during that period’s SIM
Environment is just the warm and soft place that keeps your nervous system in tune, never dim
Because of your ability to read English, now you know what you’d never have found out, Truth
All dirty dancin’ 'til you wind up dyin’ in a world of dire straits, drawn to the flame like a moth.

Meaning nothing important will come of it all, when there’s a solid black hole above & below
That is the Time in Space we’ll know how you make money shakin’ your bones on a pole blow
Out of the way, your father’s daughter is all gone getting’ cash from guys that work & scat cut
About the nature of the present, money walkin’ stupid son of a stupid molecular fossil in sand.
 
Stipend for lookin’ at the naked body of bones that get the prostitution for a bloodhound dog fix
Using the girl to be a tool for joy and using the boy to be tool for igniting doom, for the little dicks
Cars and trucks, lost in the buses and trains and planes, matters to me, to you not so much though
It could be here already, it permeates body & soul from above and so it does below, take a blow.

Syncopation of the vibrations, meta beats out of the bottoms of the faithful foxes, down beatin’
It’s harmony, different notes up and down the scale from Do to Ti, up the side of the head dressin’
Things themselves are here & now for you & I if and only if we absorb the eternal behavioral teats
Control of the causes & effects is not a power you’ve gleaned from the beats of the tar baby beats.

Train wrecked about half-way up the hill on the way to the tunnel through the mountain, boom!
Nobody heard it explode but it was a surprise only to the law enforcement, police & sheriff doom
Badged sisters & brothers, uncles & mothers who confine the paupers to the prison of high heads
I think you know more about the cosmos than you’re letting on, you are the chit after all is said.

We got a lot more than we gave, in fact we got it all & we gave nothing in return, I did it in style
Even if it wasn’t selfish on purpose, it was still selfish and the cause of pain and suffering to dial
Harm’s way came in between us at the wrong time, it was all peaches and cream & then caput!
Down in the middle of a Black Hole, someday we’ll know rainbow Singularity, big guy, holy dot

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 12-17-2023 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

Saturday, December 16, 2023

BLUEBERRY PANCAKE SYRUP ON CORNBREAD & CHITLINS #ExpressYourself

  
 HERE IN MY HEART, THE BEST OF MY LOVE
You have not looked ahead far enough to see the forest through the pine and redwood tree
Wind burned them down accidentally or on purpose, don't try to understand why but you seize
As soon as you accept the truth of the understanding, that will be the day of regression's scree
Sleep tight as you will from now until you escape the process, regression in the Milky Ways.

Bowling in alleys before the knife fights between the sharks & jets, as if they've got the turf
Blocks of businesses & residents of flats and condos, paying the gangs for the privilege to surf
On time or early for everything you cannot be late for, including your own stillborn birth war
Between your mothers' loins where your fathers' guns got pointed into oblivion, here you are.

On time and on target for the bull's eye or any circle around it as near to the center as on point
Had it all then lost it all before I knew it, burst a hole in that used to be filled by a twisted joint
I smoked horses before I knew that they were equine death warrants into the CIA contractions
Talking about this & that atomic to cosmic place in Time & Space, historical misrepresentations.
 
Talking to yourself just to get the thoughts written down from the zero's emptiness, temptation
In or out of the shadows, there's no mercy for anything in the end, innocent & guilty mortal sin
I don't care, Buddha don't care & that's all that matters to me, your God ain't mine, go in peace
Learned that Latin when I was seven, to serve the mass of the master who never showed a face.

Being good, being bad are easy but being ugly is impossible for the beautiful above us & below
Harmony in direct synchronization with the peristaltic waves in the ocean's load of sandlot flow
Killed no deputy down there, no sheriff was save though, hard as it was, I shot the sheriff as well
Not all good for the sheriff but the fact is, the sheriff was a jerky boy I went to school with in hell.
 
Ears pricking up when the vibrations mean something like flight or fight time, offense or defense
That's all a matter of Time in Space, causes that create effects, scientific facts and a sixth sense
Psychotic and neurotic teachers who were motherless children teach the children well, the fact is
By osmosis, boys and girls imitate the men and women they see walking in and out of the room.
 
In a hurry to get to & from the restrooms to relieve yourself of the things you ate & drank today
The astronauts have a hookup in outer space, maybe a pamper big toddler size of dump flombet
Artistic yet simply a natural disaster waiting for the lights to go on in the room, click, there it is
It's all cornbread and the chitlins in the plate, my fork's & knife's all in, you're the sharp edges.
 
Opened the blinded eyeballs' eyelids to let in the black light, everything turned ultraviolet pie
Dots in between the lines where the angels fear to go, meaning & the answer to the mystery
Untold in the sentence or paragraph, a pointed way at the crossroads is the godsend gods-eye
Sensation taste and smell touches the soul, eye for an eye tooth, taste smacked out the big guy.

Hotter than you can handle, form of woman, toe to brain-mind of human destiny, mutated DNA
Came out of the apes which were all too human, input the curiosity that killed the cool cats' pay
Day that will live in infamy, when the bombers killed our babies & our property taxes defenses
December Seventh, Nineteen Forty One, #NeverForget it's all history, best of my love's offenses.

 Murder of white crows, murder she wrote, you're killin' me with this bloody murder, you can't tell
Clap your hands like you want to join the party or the One you know you ain't met, ring me a bell
Hard licks will get you to the end just like an aborted entry past the womb, same place, nighty day
Hard rocks just blasted apart at the sign of being apart from another thing, millions of miles away.

Knowledge scent, a smell of wisdom means fools' rules are the only thing any idiot wants to know
Meaning the exact opposite of what's been said, being a figure of ridicule to the jokers who riddle
With real subjects & fake objects predicated without any ultimate purpose, nothing at all, in a Void
Bills & fools' gold to pay are what they are, you will die, they'll still be, you won't, be an android.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday 12-16-2023 AD @ 1830 hours
{ #ExpressYourself, drafted while listenin' to #MellowBlues link @ https://youtu.be/1xGzqu5LRRw?si=8NwzLPCXZ5Rbxdn3 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, December 15, 2023

I GOT BACK TO THE WORLD BACK IN 1974 AD, 50 YEARS AGO... WheresMyBrothersAndSisters? OnPatrol Winterland1975 .... God is Gooder than Bad eh LynyrdSkynyrd

trumped gridiron & a solo amiga

I want to thank you for bein’ a friend, my only one I care about to walk along this path
I felt the Earth move underfoot; did you feel that shake of the rocks that roll on wrath
Of the mothers & sisters who made this tenderloin and filet mignon of the sacred cow
Disturbed & forgotten, an AM to be #Woke or #Awake, to be or not to be happy below.

How have you been since the last time our minds melted into Ones, multiplication suns
Stars burning the dream’s Time out of the clocks hands and display digits that we doo-wop
Black Magic and some random witch spells from a dusty tome, found in the cosmic slop
Urgent, really urgent, I hear the music, I sing & hum along as the melody screws my sons.

Black night for the riders who appear to be the black knights who joust with the white ones
Being and Nothingness learned the hard way, pain, bleeding out the force that blows minds
Fame and notoriety of the Unknown, the Void is that, all you need to know, existential funds
Paid for the karma, for the Past & the Future are always Present, here & now, for black sons.

Justice is a ham sandwich on rye with a pickle and mustard, forget about the cheese please
Girlfriend you got all the fame I ever want to see in a woman by my side, without a demand
Just to be or not to be as the story goes, we come & we go while the ones left here, work it
Wakes & funerals to pay homage to All Life, conceived in sin and terminating in a holy peep.

Bobbers in a pond, waiting for the catfish to hook up the living, kill & devour a holy hot fire
Pretty babies and mamas, waited all their lives for the One who was always there, on a pyre
Burnt offerings to the powers that seem to be gravitated to the upper atmospheric pressure
Grounded with clipped wings, atrophied eternal deals, can’t keep the contract’s death cure.

Listen to the words, Love is alright if you give it & don’t get it back, to give is divine effulgence
To receive is all too human, newborn babies from a birth’s day until the whole shebang bends
Old enough to grow hair above and below, young enough to be shocked by the unknown gods
Planets of #1 solar system, we are One invisible from 93 million miles away, minute by minute.

Wake up & somebody doesn’t any longer, this is it, nobody will see a picture of a corpse face
Hearts beating as One but this is the End, can’t say when you’ll see me again without a trace
Are we groovin’ in the same world? Then hand me my hat, I’m long gone like a rubber band
Everything I ever did came out right, I was so surprised that I inherited the magical tan sand.

 
Got the ammunition to blow your mind, keep your bones locked up in a solitary confinement
Invoiced for the labor and material girls who bore the boys & girls who turned into punks’ lint
In their bluejeaned pockets, enjoyment of this trip, life is fun and is made for a good time roll
Bring your pistol to a knife fight, it’s survival of the most fit, you might be One, a lady on pole.

Kung-Fu fighters, self-defense masters who had no weapons of rock & metal, chopped suey
Boss bombs all the babies and their parents out of the hate & inferior DNA in the Dead Sea
Once and for all, now y’all can see the end of the world, right here & right now, comin’ down
Split the whole stone into smithereens, dissolve memories so sad, you happy now, clown?

More of the same, less of the nugatory, intercourse of the happy fools, ignorance is blissful
When your body dies, the soul’s releases like marmalade in New Orleans, y’all itty-bitty, fool
At the trough, the water has evaporated into dust, Earth H2O is evaporating, no more cache
No more streams, rivers, lakes or oceans of loose atomic matter, salty & wet as diaper rash.

I kissed you finally & your two lips and tongue burned my mouth, I’m speechless for eternity
Where had you been all my life? Fire was always right there in front of my eyes, I didn’t see
Gripped my heart once the room started jumpin’ and though I stayed cool, I was hot as fire
Bent over, I got that way since you told me to, “Get Bent!” as I changed the flat’s spare tire.

No love for the apes, just a mate to make a family of mortal germs, no offense & none taken
Dreamt it was over when the lights dimmed and switched OFF, wake & funeral I missed mine
Present up there in the coffin, makin’ the force that kills us look respectable, just an illusion
Follow the money, pauper to mogul, universal wisdom is without a Word, you’re a mortal sin.

Neighborhood your parents dropped you into put you in position to succeed the cosmic seed
Nucleus replicates immortality & terminates the thinking things along with the oblivious feed
I got higher than your kiss and eyes take me, the way was clear, the jet’s engines blew minds
A few hundred dead in a second of a blasted crash, bodies strapped into @Swifty tight ends.

On the way to a funeral, goin’ to somebody’s mansion in the sky, it’s invisible to the naked eye
Mystery is darker than you can see with your mind, shock and awe got you #Woke, don’t cry
It’s over when it’s over, nobody knows the reason why, maybe the faded rose means it’s dyin’
Ready and set even if your soul isn’t and the fade makes you smile, last move is the sighin’!
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Friday, 12-15-2023 @711 AMPST
{ Killed this Word Flambe while shakin’ peaches out the tree & jammin’ to #Crossroads link @SteveMillerBand #Joker link @ https://youtu.be/R3SLX25fTss?si=zMroOz4X2GQDsrlj }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
NEVER FORGET THIS Y’ALL