FORCE AIR POUND SAND #AsGoodAsIOnceWas

NONSENSE OF NUNS, TIGHT PANTS’ PRIESTS

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I had a dream and then I woke up, now I’m as #Woke as woke can be, not tired of being live & upright
Alternatives are grim in my humble opinion, rigor mortis just the life that’s dead & gone from the fight
Gave my rights crosses & left hooks to the noggin, ready for uppercuts in our historical record of Shyt
It all flowed down from above, you get what you gave, giving nothing gets, well you know what it isn’t.

Too much traffic on the backroads, I fly in my chopper, in and out of the traffic lines waitin’ for the Man
To scramble the cherry-tops for my arrested development of the narrow way of my trippin’ peter pan
Complete fools monkeying around with inherited cultural norms of who is gonna get to the other side
Speed limit exceeded but I am the law, top speed has the need for my expert driving skills, let us ride!

Press & push hot buttons, toggle tin switches up & down, an ape-man’s vision in white, pants is too tight
Excess time on my hands, put some down at my feet, ten toes ready to run the show’s freeway food fight
You got a trial, you were innocent of being guilty of your nemesis’ death, he fell off the back, 9-5 truckin’
Nothing personal to mind in this gold mine, on the next place you’re goin’, you gotta go, sweet phuquin!

Dead or Alive, faithful know that’s all there is, blinded by the Truth’s radiant black light, rainbow’s trash
Infrared to ultraviolet droppin’ the top on the convertible Cadillac, on the I-5 pickin’ up slow Mo to crash
Did the mortal sin, the venial sin & even the one’s original sin, morons, idiots, created in the image horns
That’s all there is, all you gotta do is digest the food & generate more illusions for the children, Unborns.

Drop the top & feel the wind blow your hair back with the traffic lights out of sight and mind, so free way
Guests come and go, there & then they’ll all be gone, when you’re by yourself, alone with the 208 bones
Visions losin’ clarity, fading to the darkness where only Nothing can see what it is, zero old folks’ hypes
All dead and gone, a corpus is the body & dillecti is what’s dilapidated and way gone, like smoked pipes.

Faster than the slow lane wants to go, I’m skippin’ ahead on the fast lane’s shoulder, everybody stopped
I’m still movin’ along & I can’t be stopped by the squads & forces in control of the bandits out of control
Seems reality is mirroring the inner mechanism that projects reality upon the screen front of your eyes
Blue, hazel, grey or complete whiteout sclera eyeballs, on insight of the unseen, shat the maggots’ flies!

Cross town traffic moving heavy onto speed limit’s max speed, a Jetson’s take off to the flintstone rocks
God unmoved ‘til the fail-safe stop appeared, everything slammed to a halt in God’s corpse’s wool socks
So, I quit! Go hire an immortal, I’m gonna die before I know it, maybe 30 more years give or take a few
Interested in the ennui, in the black light of UV purple, the dark is the light, that’s alright, I Am the Blue!

Next year, this year, last year, all of the Time is present far away from here, it’s all on the record long play
Call it karma, call it your debt, your dues, what the substance of thought can yield, guilty pleasure all gay
Boys and girls want to extinguish the species and eclipse the species trajectory into the fortune’s 500 slip
Up or down, same difference ‘tween you & me, we are One, two too many for the gods, ergo, we’ll skip.

Dreams over son, darlin’ girls, daughters of disobedient Eve, your ticket out of paradise, a top is dropped
Then it’s exposed that you want & need the hug from the bones of another isolated entity of cosmic slop
Cause is first, then Effect is next, ad infinitum until the power is annihilated in the film, a cinematic flop
Chain gang to follow, side of the road from the bus’s drops of greyhounds & poverty’s guys outcropped.

Box holder, of your mail and your body of work, all you ever had & won’t ever have again, nevermore
Better than ever, happiness occupies my 24/7 in Space, music and good taste of everything’s nonsense
You are tempted to believe it’s gonna last forever beyond cosmic Time in Space, vision will end, boom
Payback payroll, get up & go from the dead & gone, be a patsy, chit-chat in a decorated marine’s room.

Already gone, been where I needed to be, where I desired to interact with the things themselves, gods
Inside All birds that move fast but don’t move any more, a verve animates the DNA, roadrunner hotrods
Hot pink Cadillacs or orange Roadrunners blastin’ AM/FM/CDs while I drop the pedal to eighty MP Hour
I’ll get a hundred miles in 60 minutes, see you in Reno in an hour, Vegas in three ticks, high cash power.

Who is too far gone? Who can’t make it any further down the road? Who is in the fight until the ending
People don’t know what is inside the mind of the ones who they meet, two by two, heavy traffic sending
Fading images in the mirror, not reflecting the rainbows red, orange & yellow-bellied monkey shiners’ ilk
Dead right when the wrongs are left of centerfield’s centerfolds, naked, nude, all drunk on mother’s milk.

Punks and fools leftover with the last chances to remain awake while #Woke, 24/7, 9 to 5 year old M.O.
Acapella song, hummin’ out my larynx blowin’ as hard as a nuke winds can slam into a deep throat flow
Hurts to be absolutely correct when the whole world is in retrograde, reverse orbit around the hot star
It looks as if you’re vision is skewed toward illusion, if you think, you believe, then your away is, far, Far!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 12/31/2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Kicked this out of the Darkness while jammin’ 2 #RidinOnTheFreeway to #BetterThanEverStreet @Aretha_Franklin @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

{ Crafted this carafe of fungi while jammin’ to @Lenny_Kravitz #AreYouGonnaGoMyWay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8LhCd1W2V0Q?si=g3PJfazOWj_QY5jc }

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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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W.W.A.R.D.?