#WhyGiveUpTheSMOKE #WastedTime

WHO CAN TELL ?  NOBODY KNOWS...

Fathers of mothers, heartless cheaters of innocent, wild children shuffling up to Buffalo & 10th Avenues
Or was that on east Chi Rush Street, between the roaring twenties and the beatnik snap or hippy blues
Ain’t ever casting’ aspersions at myself nor my generation’s culture they were thrust into a willing skit
To be or never to have been at all, the caring metabolism wanted to be consciously aware of caput chit.

Used up my tokens’ future dreams comin’ true before my body’s demise, won’t be my fault, ready to roll
Fire in the hole, take cover, not only your heads but also your allies, nobody wants hits between the eyes
Falcons & bald eagles were here before the DNA of cave man & woman, no need to get outraged, punk
All self-defense with a swoosh of retaliatory terminal blows in a traditional offensive, lucky I got the funk.

Winds from Earth’s South Pole wobbling simultaneous with choice, liberty blow jobs, precession of One
Matilda and Priscilla became nuns and then philosophers of the metaphysical world’s matrix and lexicon
Whether you’re born immaculately conceived or filled with a byte of DNA’s spermatozoon ova mutation
Yielding this here and now, Time in Space, left over by your daddy, known or not, it was your ticket, Sun.

Family ties between the eyes, right now at 11:11 Pacific Standard motion of Earth’s spinnin’ twist of dirt
Water mix of hydrogen & oxygen produce this liberty and the rest of the good, evil & ugly Nugatory hurt
Few and far between the believers in blind faith and the intelligentsia elite, there are those idiot savants
Mixed in with the brothers and sisters who see faces, skin & bone structure, head to toe asexual saints.

Lightened up the darkness in that closet, clear light at the golden dawn of Truth, reason for a good fight
For freedom, independence, total segregation from the negative, immersed in the positive, cosmic light
Once upon a Time, Space was full of conceived germs, eggs, sperms makin’ minds, fingers, dead sea sand
Sealed it all with a kiss in a fable, a garden nobody saw but somebody fantasized the fabulous neverland.

Began awakening being so woke in a singular desire to procreate the species with a lover who’d roll over
Permeating the membrane holding your momentum back behind the brick wall you built for the quiver
Organ of First Cause before the Word was made flesh, a single cell before the evolution, married to ‘ex’
Unknown, pragmatic knowledge formed into word sounds of foreign tongues of any species, all AOK sex.

Far away from this place in Space, analyze that concept & you’ll find Nothing special delivery, need time
Twisting and smoking only because the Earth’s wobbling around the ecliptic, so I’m told, I believe it too
Found your little note you left on the stove, “Don’t wait up for me tonight…” signed it “ME” as if I knew
Slowin’ down the day before the evening light disappears into nowhere I’m goin’, joke is droppin’ a dime.

Inside a high security prison with the winner’s cup shinin’ in the darkness, corner of groove & black cow
Confined inside the cubic meter or three, punishment for being king the wind of the law’s isolation love
Tough way to find out the repercussions of not following the commands of the cultural peasant above
Fear nothing if you loathe everything above and beyond the plane of existence, I call, here & hot now.

Ground up all of the animal’s skin and bone into a hot burger with melted cow’s teat milk, I, burger king
No royal flush queens anywhere in sight, ran off with diamonds & hearts, lap dancin’ in clubs for spades
High as you would want your daughter & sister to be as she works her body into the mortgage on Malibu
For the love of all that cash money can buy, LOVE’s a four-letter word, low frequency debit, cash out cue.

Bees, ants, worms, flies, first things seen by a child-like person on the narrow way to Nirvana’s isolation
An Italian leather sofa is both soft and as black as the night of Space in back of the Earth’s penumbra sin
Shadows just the things of Nothing at all, explain the explanation and you’ll be cookin’ & playin’ my tune
Could be a trumpet horn, bass and treble guitar strings, stretched animal skin & steel cymbals, king rune.

Long or short year, it’s still twelve months of 24/7 & f you’re not so lucky, you didn’t make it, RIP to y’all
Friends, foes, relatives & strangers scattered on the seen continents, soon to be buried 6 deep or not at all
Could be just a waking dream & when you die there’ll be nothing you can do, itch scratches itself bloody
Only then we’ll all know, it’s a supernatural thing that needed to feel the mortality’s dead, good, ready.

by

r j j   stephan, I  

c.  XII-XXX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

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RECOLLECTION OF NOTHING ORIGINAL
Bloodletting for innocent minions who kill & cook to replenish their bottomless rib riffs
Toggle more in than out the pig stye, full of the thing itself that DNA is, virgin Earth cliffs
Not only this planet but also every planet around every star in a solar system’s universe
Don’t be arming your assault before you observe the waves comin’ to the U.S.’s hearse.

Land displaced from original native residents, wagon trains of Trojans who are dead today
Of course, hundreds of years down the dirty roads, it’s impossible to recollect yesterdays
Presence of mind, linguistic fortitude to argue for rational induction, conceptual analysis
Of the hot barbecue you have cleaned up afterward, the leftover flies from maggot salads.

Humanity, all too humane themselves, each and every one, will all die alone, a has-been time
Irrelevant every one of the little minds locked up in a thing itself, a person of rhythm & rhyme
The fix is merely the powerful will of the director of the causes which produce desired effects
This is not my idea, do not shoot the messenger, did I say that already? But, anyways, it’s sex.

Without the copulation the extinction is a forgone historical fact, not yet but in a foreseeable tic
Tic-Toc of the clock that the mouse ran up, made the grandfather chime six o’clock, time to rock
Killing your own life force inside of your 208 bones, that’s suicide that’s painless & famous shock
Can’t be innocent of that crime, it’s your mortality, exist & be or end existence & not be, a kick.

I killed it & filled her up with kindness & charity, everything a daughter could hope for here, now
I’m way ahead of you all, we got a date with fate & it’s not going to be easy except for a last gasp
Journey up and down the middle path between good & evil, is where you want to be, mama said so
Not all of us have a dad, a pop, daddio, father, no papa at all, no idol or model to imitate berry rasp.

Count is the name given to an idiot who learned to divide & conquer, picking sides adept & inept
A spell’s formula of divisional addition of multiplication without total subtraction, minus zero
Higher unknown & probability of theoretical certainty gives aliens a Trojan Visa for all, I’m sure
Two or only one ticket to paradise gets an anchor baby in to impregnate States, robbing treasure.

Harps really don’t play in heaven since it doesn’t exist, there’s no somewhere, other than here
Foul balls smacked on wood or metal go up & they must come down, out if caught then not if not
Either way, the game will end eventually & it will all be history, forgotten to survivors, oh my dear
Annihilation catastrophe once & for all, ad infinitum, fixed failures to realize, can't kill a hot robot.

Epistemological uncertainty yields a morass of word-salad cornucopia, know less as you did before
Repeat the sounds but nobody understands the incomprehensible because it’s a Navajo code score
Only the anointed know what the meaning of tongues is, they can’t say words so it’s the best secret
A to Z, vowels, consonants, words’ up & down in pagination & dyed in Indian in, publication is onset.

Seriously, breathing in and out since the first slap on a derriere, cried due to the shock to the monkey
In the finale to a stage play or cinematic replication of form's substance, apes’ astronomical humanity
Colors from white to black, wave infrared-ultraviolet, eyes wide open at birth & alive as a breaststroke
It will come over if you call Red Rover, mommies & daddies, all wake up when in moronic joke, woke.
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, XII-XXIX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMCST

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TREATED & TRICKED

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Certainly, there is really no certainty at all in the dream you’re within, baby woke, good men die
Far away from your inner idiot, contrarian moron and numbskull type of Cro-Magnon pre-humans
Particles and the substratum of tinker toys in the hands of the Unknown & all too human hair pie
Large or microscopic, you live & you’ll surely die, burn, sunk in the sea or eaten by the fauna fans.

Do whatever you decide to do, it’s an act of Will to the power that moves causes into side effects
Nothing to see here, no examination is necessary to see the occurrence of karma, ad infinitum sex
Mean & rough, it’s how a lot of the DNA was combined from gamete & egg into the divinity’s fight
A trick it is because it’s tricky & difficult to harmonize the effects of it’s taste, smell, sound & sight.

Time is duration of being awake, conscious of things themselves until unconscious in a deep sleep
Into dream states which are nothing other than cinematic recollections of the unforgettable sheep
Who taught me, you & everyone else, Ways of The Human, pick a career, earn cash, pay tax & die
You’ll know someday, what I mean by what I said, reality exposed the naked truth, only gods lie!

If and only if you condition the confidence of the burger kings and queens of the dead cow meat
Then and only then you’ll know the Truth, high profits with low investment in love’s concrete seat
Undercover, underneath the underground, under your mother’s hem-line, you’ve seen it, she says
Peaked & got the evil eye the rest of my life, as if I knew that boys NEVER look under girls’ dresses.

But anyways, it ain’t as important as finding out that there’s no heaven, hell or limbo when we die
Confessing sins and paying back the karmic debt of free will choices to disobey commands on high
Above and below the clouds, my heart begins to flutter, need the medication to calm down beats
Slowing it all to a caterpillar crawl of a hundred legs to metamorphose the pupa into a moth feats.

Fly copulation, repopulate Earth, as above, so below, evolved life contrived conundrum, sextinction
From the deep scat on the surfaces of the ground, the flies have landed & ingested their fill of skin
It made moves from entry mouth to exit vacuum; stinkin’ to high heaven like a garbage trash dump
Bring your mamas & papas along, lead ‘em over the cliff, all sheeple await the next, final knee jerk.

You have been fishing every weekend for seventy years, you’ve hooked ‘em & you have released ‘em
Pain and suffering you’ve experienced are the dynamics of staying alive in a hostile environment firm
I would like to pitch my ideology at you before you choose to become a Lenin-Marxist-Trotsky breach
I read the mystery of ignorance & true knowledge, secret wisdom resulting from the random search.

Part of the whole shebang is the main ingredient that keeps things together or far apart, don’t be a fool
Flows purple hair in the air, scarlet red in oxygen, nitrogen & the rest, elemental magic in a bloody hole
Tanks and ships help the fighter jet aircraft to see the targets, it’s the way of the modern warfare school
Over soon after it began, launch codes automated for ease of extinction, Time Out of Space’s black hole.

Dining on the Singularity, it’s a gourmet recipe for the ones who never see fecal matter, suck it out too
Bound to figure out the answers to every conundrum no matter who caused it, divine or humane blue
Frozen nails pounded into the redwood, through the hand & foot bones, thorns adorned a hairy face
Blood flowed for the insects and critters to lick for life, the holy, sanguine flow from God to The Race.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 12-28-2023 Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

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