#Stardust #Think #GhostGalaxies

SYSTEMATIC FISSION, KC-135 AIRBORNE Qubits

Sickened unto the conception and then here and now we all are for a moment or two, one GD man
How ITF are effects of all the First Cause’s errors not ending the world as we know it, so too human
Don’t press your luck, you’ve got no more legs to stand on, it’s a fired-up oven melting skin & bone
Cremation is a special effect you can observe if you’ve got the inner resolve to turn off the i-phone.

Fickle fixtures disappearing into One Void, boys & girls around here, daydream gets wet-dry humor
Conceived in ignorance, born to be on the boulevard, the avenue & the backstreet of the back door
Garbage in the alley refused, stinkin’ the weekly stench of your soiled drawers in your dressers’ fur
Fear and loathing I am forgotten, remember me now, I rear my ugly head into the new world’s order.

French, Latin, Chinese & the tongues of your mother’s fathers who had no sisters or brothers in sync
With vibrating frequencies animating the wavelengths from infrared to ultraviolet into the black ring
Around every atom in shallow and deep Space, there’s what I am, what you are, no idiot savant song
Rhyming words meaning ambiguity is a sign of the Present time on Earth revolving around a dark star.

Mark my words, subjects & predication to flesh out the objects, that said, nothing more is uttered ilk
From whom we’ve evolved, nobody we know personally, words in books, picture pages’ smooth silk
Breathe in & out a million times more or less, fortune relegates the whole shebang, accidentally me
Got lucky, y’all got lucky, ‘xy’ paternity was uber-aggressive, yo mamas strong as an iron dome party.

Blind belief in your leadership is a fool’s errand of a wise woman who can’t find a wise guy, right here
Bonded into the lead that I can turn into gold in a spell or two, changing the atomic structure’s fear
Extinction and mutation to evolve the random explosion’s remnants into the things as we know them
Fathers & mothers we all had, whether they took a powder or not, important you climaxed in blues.

Riffs & runs up & down the scale of 8 notes in 7 octaves, it’s the 88’s & the Woods mixed with Metal
Dogs will find the remnants of your afterbirth your mother didn’t consume, stuck-up in a gondola hell
Animated all seven continents with all leftover saltwater & melted snow, streamin’ rivers & fresh lakes
Rings around the whole shebang without a breach in the protective envelope surrounding hero fakes.

I found a dead body on the road’s deadman’s curve, the Truth is if you speed you’ll die in the dark fast
Count on that like the fact that the dawn will come 12 hours after sunset, gave or took wobble spins
Planet animated by a thing’s star, Life on Earth, Living Thing, plants, animals & shitake monster goon
Fishing early in the AM, dawn breaks, fish start jumpin’ for my fly, laid it down, fish on & release soon.

Cracking me up, the entire glass house collapses into original atoms created from the Void’s border
Rockin’ me like the fake, stoned stoners who threw stones though all were guilty of sibling murder
Karma has the record on the infinite soul wherever it sets in the middle of everything, everywhere
Sang a song so you’d swoon & find my arms to fall into for the rest of the life I’ve got to give there.

So, love talks & bull scat walks, just sets until the clowns sweep it up, just make a move or say the word
Vocabulary is deficient, a plethora, yet I know I can explain why Nothing from Nothing leaves Nothing
Exit off of the stage for an inevitable encore, I thought the search was over until I met you, fortunately
Every time I’m near you, I want to touch you every chance you allow, magnetism fingertips, magic Me.

Got spells and potions mixed in my favor of everything good & a repellent of evil, even the bad ol’ ugly
Sweet girls who had the nasty babies who grew up without a male influence, no daddy, our gang only
Better than killing but you didn’t know it was a ticket to seven years without parole, racin’ a ’68 hotrod
Rolled rock wrong you knew, you feared no punishment or retribution requirement, pretend to be god.

Love punched you in the bloody nose, blackened both your eyes, knocked out of sync, twilighted zone
Don’t pretend when you need to have knowledge and wisdom to survive the death of skin & old bone
Blinkin’ eyelids as quick as possible to keep the eyeballs moist as the morning dew, crocodile tears fell
Facts of life, factoids of the fiction, naked babies born & diapered to contain the wasted toll of the bell.

Height above or below six feet, in the end, every length is reclined when in decline, ready for the let
Of mousy men and boys who father more of the same with the descendant of the century of decades
Smiling inside and out, hidden sorrow and dread of being dead & gone without a soul’s con job I forget
Heart of silver and gold makes it to #1 & then you die just like you would have if you’d have stillborn it.

Beliefs of the blinded who can never see any light for any reason, it’s no way to pay for hindsight gold
Paid for change-up w#ore who was my cousin’s cousin’s mother relation, alright, alright, tight I’m told
Grim reaper is comin’ from the last special delivery It made from Earth to the bottom of a rocky road
Next may be the same or to heaven above, close your eyes & the wide open mind will crack the code.

Hung down low & then in the end, hung ‘em up higher than the weed burnin’ in reverse-bong forces
Created the full Monty, the whole shebang & full responsibility doesn’t go to evil forces or the horses
It’s the origin’s fault, fully obligated to engage the inferior creation to enhance perfection, my pretty
Horses are saddled and we’re ready to ride, robbed the bank, opened the safe and I shot the deputy.

Double-parked out front, we made the getaway to the hole in the wall, now it’s 100 years hence
We’re 120 & wealthy but our bodies are still dead cadavers, we’re the hot souls without a stance
No clout to force the unwilling to comply, faked guilty conscience’s alogrhythm of reality’s sonnet
Theory to finalize the contemplation’s fruit goes this way, Man’s forced to ride into a black sunset.

Forked snake boogie tongue, faking favor with an invisible creator without body or soul-form today
Just a tiny feeling inside, a voice that nobody else but I can hear, it’s articulating the A, the B & the C
Consonants and 7 vowels recombining note sound-bytes & short-term memory, hung high in a tree
Gangsters gunsmoke gone in 30 days, settled down but #UNWANTED, Golden Gate bridge, my bay.

Salute to you & yours, don’t know you or them but they deserve the Truth, that they’re dead, gone
Not now but they will be gone, it’s not my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, the Truth is just so wrong
Should have been born in the ‘50’s, but wait, I was born in 1951, that’s the 50’s so what’s up wit dat
Symptoms rose to the top, diagnosis of the disease only an x-ray can Sherbinski’s influence on this scat.

Idiots and imbeciles rockin’ and rollin’ the weirdos in the coaches and limousines smokin’ fig’s leaves
Bananas in a bunch like the panties of some girls who had missed their fathers’ magic up their sleeves
This means nothing more nor less than what the sound of the words denotes, nothing at all in your mind
Disbelief of the incredible claims of the historical records of deeds done by strangers named, I can’t find.

Bent the rules of the game for the start & end of back & forth, your turn, my turn, lose a turn, it’s all over
Except you don’t have any idea what that means, to be “all over” like before your conception in the egg
You can’t recall what hasn’t happened yet in the future, that would make you already gone, undercover
Dead. Live. WTF, over. Recombination of charm data in a quantum universe, creates God’s dream lover.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXIX^h  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Kicked this out of my head while jammin’ to @JamesWebb #BeginningOfTime #JigsUP on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2pux7v9qJ58?si=DQ78jADpCi6w-Z1H }

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

#KicksInTheHead #WOKEupwitWOOD #RIPdusty @ZZTop @JonnyLang

EXPRESS YOUR RESPECT, GIVE A HOOT

Instant milk giving the babies their love from mama who never showed afterbirth to consume
World spins, you move in and move out, no harm, no foul, it’s the game that begins & ends too
Not your idea, not your thing to do but here you are with a loaded shotgun shooting potatoes
Blasted the scalloped and fried spuds until there was no more Irish famine, all gone now, Holes!

Respect for the repository of human male gametes that determine the species survival tricks
To be the only one, no others can enter the inner sanctum, temptations be damned, nine to six
Got this and that left over from the sinners’ dinners, suppers & breakfasts, snacks between legs
It all comes out in Ends, rainstorm, lightening & thunder wander the dirty ball, dug into my digs.

I found what I lost in Space, it was just me losing track of Time, ran out in a New York Minute tick
Sudden impact of zero input & zero output was a shock, but without any choices, I mastered Dick
Put the thing in, pulled it out & there you go, the species survived my entry into the gene cesspools
Late comers don’t count, only preconceived conceptions are allowed, too proud to be God’s fools.

Coitus interruptus and everybody else in the darkness, no burned out stars from Holly’s dark wood
Cherry blossoms smell like my candy in my mouth, bing cherry without the pit, still a pendulum dude
It’ll sweep by and slit your throat before you know it, arriving just when you thought God came alive
All things, everything disappears even if you loved and hated like the species does, sleep, eat the jive.

Monkeys are invisible like your friends & relatives when you fall asleep day or night, it’s all done gone
Big gas pocket within your sack of 208 bones, some broke, some M.I.A. & the rest is dead, At Rest, son
You need a nudge to comprehend the nature of the whole shebang, you & I remain the same, DNA ilk
Drunk until the daylight pours into the headache, mind is woke now, I now boogie down, just like silk!

Seeking something that is invisible, a ghost, a spirit, a soul, a phantom form of smoke, kissed derriere
No trouble to get bent over when the free will allows, the force that intrudes will force me to cut hair
From heads to toes, every follicle will be erased from the surface of black or white skin, bald-god crap
Seven holes in the body exposed, 2 ears, 2 eyes, 2 nostrils & the 7th hole in the head lips, gaping trap.

Bumped city of the East Bay, to get to be a madman across the water, take a ferry to find the fairy god
Who grants three wishes as long as your third wish isn’t three more, when there’s no more, it’s caput
Ending a wonderful life of strife and pleasing ways to feel safe, comfortable & immortally yours, blood
Backstabbers in front of my face, oblivious to my skills to slit thin skin, draining funk from a holy hood.

Beer & spirits of whiskey & rye, gin, vodka, scotch etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, now then, HIGH
Lower as you get down to it, smiling faces turn to frowns & then a grim reaper stabs your thigh
Where it hurts and bleeds out the verve, following the trails of gravity down to the bottom rock
Nothing gets lower, it stacks up on the top of the pile, building over the millennia on the block.

Sudden impact of keeping the eyes wide open in the dawn of the new day, blinded by neon light
Pretty rainbow color from purple ultraviolet blue to the infrared-crimson love wavelength fight
Moments turn into the past seconds you gave to me, or I took from you, either way, Love was alit
Nothing goes wrong, nothing goes right, it’s an alternate reality of simultaneous existence in glue.

Stuck there for an unknown period of days and nights, you never know which is your final gasp
At the gas given due to the Big Bang’s creation of this blob of good & evil, love or hate the clasp
Keeping you & I locked in for a short or a long time, watching the fear & love moving the sapiens
Thinking that they’re “all of that” when they’re actually dust in the wind, four winds of God sins.

There is a hole in the world as we know it, I investigated & I saw nothing special other than you
Special you are my friend, yes I’m talking directly to you personally, deep in your cerebral cortex
Where the sun never shines & not even you know the nature of what is there, it’s all Tex & Mex
Where battles raged & soldiers killed one another, for the Love of Peace you get, now turn Blue!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier XXVIIIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 0600 AMPST

{Tripped on the light fantastic while jammin’ to #EyeCandy link @ https://youtu.be/50Wo2HdNQhU?si=nYdlZmYg1ZGHfmXr}
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.!

COPY THE ORIGINAL SIN & SCORE AGAIN @KansasCityChiefs @#15 @PatrickMahomes @KCChiefs @#13 @CalebWilliams #USCTrojans #ACDC #SoulStripper #StayinAlive

TIME & TIME AGAIN, 1, 2, 3 & … 4
Who knows what the unknown will bring today or tomorrow in or out of cyberspace
Nice dreams before you awaken from the deep sleeps granted by nervous systems
High or low, above or below, in any & every case, it’s all about the styles of customs
Making Earth spin & wobble is the mystery that can’t be solved by a spaceman face.

Mint taste, sweet brown sugar, cream of the wheat & whey of the dream fields abroad
Seven continents twixt two poles of smashed rock dust and a liquid gas combo H2O
Cosmic random, accidental mix of menudo, incomprehensible while all the time, high
Never down so low that it’s impossible to rise back up to the top, the Cream don’t die.

It’s up on top of the surface because of it’s lightweight nature, like a cloud in a blue sky
Pieces of the wisdom passed on from ape to ape is right here, right now, it’s free to fly
High or low, for the pleasure of the hunt, the kill of the moving thing, to eat its dead si
Finale, automated response of the causes to the responses, spontaneous causation.

Horns flowin’ the nerves down in a random jazz recollection of how to do nothing well
Up & down the scales creating an unrepeatable memory to apply ad infinitum, in hell
Highlighted in cold-dark with a photosynthetic magic-marker, a fuscia colored mess
Bongos beating the congas to the rhythm’s rhyme with the words that got made flesh.

Stay on track, we’re only moving forward, never going in reverse to return for a favor
All intent of your mind, intent of my mind, all intention is in our power to create a door
Locked, open wide, nothing to worry about since we’re master of the slave cylinders
Acceleration of light is approaching the disappearing act when Nothing has borders.

Hey, feel the beats and move to and fro, try to segway into another after the last one
Already gone into the idea of the good, bad & ugly being all there is in the cosmic fun
What else do you need? You have it all, all there is, in my mind’s eye twisted shout
Energy, sunshine, grown seeds into forms to consume or die trying not to eat it out.

Round house to the left side of the head, backfist to the temple, lips blow men down
There are no ‘buts’ about it, command demands immediate, predictable mind blown
Such as the only way to leave this planet is death, a vision in the mind then all caput
Systems shut-down the atomic, molecular flow of polyunsaturated fat’s erg output.

Get this, you get it, comprehend the bones that live and die without knowing a thing
Before your eyes that can’t see the Truth through the forest of Unknown bull’s scat
Leftovers like breadcrumbs left on a path to show the return of 20/20 visions to sing
Remind the innocent children who were produced by the ones who are done dying.

Write it on the walls, on the paperbacks, inside the hardcovers, in cyberspace void
Answers came immediately as questions arose from the wild & the innocent afraid
Worked and played from seven to seventy, just enough to make the full Monty I sent
Predicated as above, so below, schooled in rules, given crimes, cruel punishment.

Someday, sometime in the not-too-distant future there will be a reckoning to be me
I want this skin & bones, all organs & functioning critical mass between my two ears
Want what the desire hangs on to, peace, love & happiness for better or worse fears
Killed my food, Life killed & packaged, joy to eat dead pies in see-thru lairs by the sea.

I smelt the perfume on your neck when you left the house, y’all ain’t rollin’ a joint
Who is it gonna be, me or whomever you think sees you in their hot bathroom mirror
Peers are unknown ‘x’ factors in the equation of inequality, a paradigm case’s point
Don’t blame the nuns, priests, ministers, preachers or masters who have no fear.

You will never know things for certain, all knowledge is suspected to be falsely true
It took an event that happened from the memory of a man or woman who told a tale
Either close to or right on the money, we assume the Truth because we must, my son
Truth is, anything that sceptics can question & deny, rational induction & deduction.

Upon the stage without an audience, a one man show, star of the Broadway strippers
Blown horns, beats on the skins, strings whining, voice of One singin’ for interlopers
Took over your house, didn’t sign a contract, homesteaded on a stolen football puntin’
Heartache tonight, cut the power, electric and hot water, no radio, no TV, dead huntin’.

In the long run, she’ll will pan out, gold tumbles to the sea by the southern cross I sent
Higher than anyone wants to live other than the Himalayan monks & Yeti Bigfeet boots
You get the picture in any language from Aramaic to Persian Zoroastrian demonic roots
Humility reeks in the upper crust of ½ baked goods, odor’s all too human, One’s scent.

 
Music played into my ears, poured out of the output in people, places & things at large
Part of the live reason for the presence we enjoy here & now is because we’re runnin’
The Dozens & scams behind games people play, road’s gonna end, don’t know when
It’s now already when it used to be soon, way back when it was an unknown in charge.

Now we have this here & that there, all pronouns with verbs and the conjunctions jive
Flight of the Eagle birds is a reflection of knowledge that your spirit, your soul, it’s alive
Found out a long time ago but nobody agreed with my evaluation of the thing itself, AI
Regarding the first subject examined and the final objective synopsis on the bull’s eye.

Raining when the sun shines because we’re under the thunderstorm’s cumulus clouds
Earth is wobbling & spinning counter-clockwise, an axis fake, imaginary ecliptic kicks
Blind faith opened eyes, First Cause of the Last Effect in reverse sequence, bottoms up
Tops down so you get the salty sea wind blown in your face, pain burned into the scars.

Now, I found out you put me on the shelf with the Plato & Aristotle junk about Socrates
Pinpointing the whole reason for being alive is wondering why you exist here in Hades
Hell ain’t a bad place to be, ask the astronauts who’ve been in empty Space for days
Back to the ground of being is good, well, better than Nothing, it’ll never be the same!

You got the same key I’ve got to open the locker door, all you need’s right in there, hung
Onto the drips and drags of the slow poke who will get to the end eventually, bell rung
I’ll tell you what mama told me if you promise not to make fun of me callin’ my daddy
Listen closely to what I say, probably won’t repeat ever again, love ya lassie & laddy.

Son, there’s more than a sun up above, it’s a power unlike the forces we know on Earth
No analogy with any person, place or thing that we have any words for, my useful idiots
Worry like a roadie makin’ certain that the show goes on, on point timing for afterbirth
Dripping envy’s courage, brave in the face of pending doom, heroism of God’s robots.

In the long run, you talk about it, smoke & drink on it, awaken by the results of bad juju
Leather & lace in the long run extend the final result to one last toke of breath, a Mumu
Jinx taboos created by toxic reactions to Earth’s plant dust, mainlined, drank, smoked
Heart & soul transit to Nirvana with a dove, a parrot & a bald eagle, forever I’m stoked!

Doctors and nurses appear on the first day of your birth, without crying you don’t fold
So, slapped on the crack, you begin the journey of carrying on in the wonderful world
Whether karma applies or not, It’s laughing & crying & it may be too late, we’re tools
Known rules, gifts of gab, pearls of the wise I’m livin’ on, dead & gone kinfolk, all fools.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier XXVIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @.38Special #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ElvEFRdd3zQ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?