#WithBenefits #reTIRED AD INFINITUM

YOU ALL DON’T NEED TO KNOW

A clear light is filling the air of the atmosphere below the beginning of the ends of a Space in Time Thrashing about in leftover trash that you see littered all around a pocket full of posies on my dime Literally paper, funny money that taxes of tax payors paid for, to feed the poor species’ malfunction
Work for the pay, to pay the bills & entertain the inner and outer selves, abort love, one mortal sin.

 

Marked by a beast & a boy, double speaking the present into a trick of the future, around in circles
Intoxicating 4th, 5th & 6th senses until I could endure no more, I had to tap out & release shackles
You trackin’ me so I know someone knows where I was the moment I disappeared out of this here
Ground zero, planted bare feet in quicksand mud of La Brea’s tarpits, a trap game, punish fake fear.

Rock hard to force the trajectory within the invisible DNA ready to manipulate & merge random RNA
Believe in the season ending the Earth’s pi 3.14 of the historic search for the miraculous, god’s DNA
Do not argue with my argument, if you disagree it’s not due to an inconsistency nor irrationality, yet
Here we go, One and the Many right out the door, that smell, that odor, it’s pipe smoke, God’s debt.

Haircuts from one to nineteen, dead cells on the barber’s floor, ready to be swept into the corners
Throwing down for a scuffle with you and your gang, the gaggle of paupers who blocked 4 borders
Breathe in & out, giving your blood the force to animate the 208 bones & over 600 muscles flexed
Into the feelings, hate to love and the other dizzy tendencies, in or out of the Tenderloin’s city sex.

Gods left their souls down in the hedge funds with the billionaires who don’t care if you live or die
Except if you have something as valuable to contribute to the kitty of funds, then you can even fly
From coast to coast, border to border, you may appear ignorant & stupid just for kicks & for the gig
But far from the appearance of idiocy, the evil genius lurks with a cadre of self-flagellations, so dig.

It is now as it’s always been here above the ground, it’s probably the same below the red dirt dust
Nobody has come back to tell the tales of the deadmen and lived after that among us all in disgust
On the way to the shore one day, a man stopped me & asked me for spare change, gave him a buck
He threw my dollar on the ground & said keep your lousy Benjamin, I realized it was a 100 dollar bill.

I rolled and picked up the cash in a smooth move & stuck it in my pocket as I made my way to a 7-11
All at once it came to me, that 100 dollars was that bum’s cash, dropped a dime on me from heaven
Presence of the prescient in prison is an anomaly but there it is, viral bug by the coVid19 of McAfee
Paid the tuition to matriculate, received the abstract degree of the bachelor who failed to be master.

This is it, all she wrote that I never answered, the letters came & I couldn’t fulfill being the fool punk
My best wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t the money, she just loved my pink Cadillac, rollin’ in the funk
Of the tail light parks and the downtown drags, I was a part of the whole hole in the Michigan Lake
Party and just for the fun of it, seven decades of the hereafter, doobies burned, boobs were not fake.

We rolled in the Fords, Chevys & Dodges up and down the main expressways, sons of the sheriffs
I’ve been armed & dangerous, as disarmed and deadly with the gleaned, leftover martial fisticuffs
Sworn in, I swear to the gods, the God of the Cosmos, that I will be a Good Man on the Earth’s dirt
Nothing Evil will be killed before it grows, all things either adapt or become extinct, a sexy, fake flirt.

Harmony and this intent of the Will should be the spell required for the magic to materialize it all
Speckled ways become hardened and atrophy into the corpse we’re all to be, all because of the fall
From the paradise that required ignorance of good & evil, now you know, it’s all it’s cracked up to be
Facts of Life are what they are, open book of Saint Peter, Saint Paul & the only one, last virgin, Mary.

Blew your mom’s mind with a TNT leftover by AC/C at bottom of God’s dam by the Falls of Niagara
End of a hot mess, dirty cliff falling H2O in perpetuity, rain to stream to river to a misty river hop spa
Dream to wake up in before your sweet eyes open to kill the night moves, only you see the BMWs
Spooky horror and alluring drama, smile, weep, laugh, cry, insanity is repeating ad infinitum blues.

You knew me, I knew you but that was the gist of it, knowledge is everything, no need to stay long
Just a little bit too long is way too much, it will destroy the good thing & put the mind in a funk song
Triple doses of the miracles that defy nature and put God in a position to be all too human, like now
Here you go, feel that & see that it is done, as above, so below, lips together now & then just blow.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 12-18-2023 Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

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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

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r j j  stephan, i

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

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.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday 12-16-2023 AD @ 1830 hours

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