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SSSSSSSS-- RIP  MARINES --SSSSSSSS

On a one day before the last day of each of our lives, I suspect we’re already gone
Not for the faint of heart, a cadaver turns out to be the body playin’ with a fun toy
Can’t see a thing without eyes, comprehend nothing without a mind game’s pawn
Well played, queen’s pawn, you’re the one that’s going to die tomorrow, you boy.

Becoming as defunct as the extinct species among the insane, last at First Cause
Can’t mitotically divide cells, no meiosis left for dividing, conquering, then pause
Nothing looks the same although nothing can’t be seen by anything, fresh cons
Confidence in a human required for the flim-flam operation to yield gold in tons.

From Pluto to Uranus and back to Neptune and Saturn, all Persian ghosts of Iran
A form of a thing itself, shaped like every cupcake ever cookie-cut into a sandman
Only you know & I know that the definition of futility is repeating DNA of apemen
Holy cows give up the flesh & blood for the masticating scourge of high heaven.

Fins on the sides to steer the body in the liquid medium, water magic of the scum
You cannot be an idiot, you cannot be a moron, who has the Nuke football ya bum
Who knows if you are alive or dead? No one, you may go to sleep forever bloods
Punks, in charge of the whole shebang, all 7 continents above & below the gods.

First Cause of my life in these here bones, God’s cyberfunk is all I got in a teacup
Necessary for the duration of It, the DNA permutations, the mutants turn into One
God of the universe is a principle, God’s not Man, Woman nor Earth curmudgeon
What it is? Somebody tell me, sing the @Temptations harmony and just #STFUp.

Before you move into the unknown place you were at before your conception, live
This is a gift from the gods, to be here & now, champion or loser, doin’ funky jive
From dawn ‘til dusk & sometimes in between on both sides of the light, I’m blind
Colors from purple to red, green between yellow and orange, It Is all in my mind.

by
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, February VIIIth MMXXIV @ 111 PMPST

{ Jammed while croonin’ with the @Spinners #Greatest HITS LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/SmwufBuDcJM RIP last survivor @Henry_Fambrough }
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GOD OF THE DOG MOON

Once upon a time out, princes and rich paupers are brothers of other fathers’ mothers
From the cub scouts through the uniformed psych-soldiers decorated service to brothers
Got it done & just forgot about the facts of life your fathers had never divulged, gruesome
Tripping in naïve ignorance from one cause to the next, best effect on & on, ad infinitum.

Here and now, there are dead fish in the pond, upstream, down a lazy river to a cyber sea
Mixed-up your words in with your food, you’d no choice but to gulp-swallow your fake orgy
Used cars or brand new, spanking new off of the dealer’s lot, either way, you’re still gonna die
I’m not a Debbie Downer but the essence of the message is exactly like a stone wall’s gadfly.

Humans are apolitical animals, red solo up words ring true to the rational comprehension I have
You know nothing more than you knew before your personal conception in the wet womb, brave
But ignorance is bliss & immediately simple minds covet the ends of that purpose, no-no heaven
Above and below this planet’s compressed matter (material world), there’s emptiness’ hell fill-in.

Lost my 20/20 eyesight staring directly at TV’s box, black & white radiation in my front room
I was five in '56 when it began, before the first @Superbowl of 20th century’s perpetual doom
There is a joke, but the joker has passed away without passing on the spell you wanna conjure
Collaborate with the abstract drive on the freeway with strangers in the night, like a day tripper.

An exercise in exacerbation can lead to muscles contracting into spasms & cramps, head to toes
It goes away when you die, your bowels evacuate & emit the most foul scent of dead digestion
Never before & never after your awareness awakens to your mortality, progression to extinction
Hole opens up a gash all around the world, Earth’s mere speck of dots in the matrix of mortal sin.

To be a immortal is to be a sin, apparently according to the Funk & Wagnall or Roget, Man’s + or – 6
Nobody but your mother knows who your daddy probably was, you got blind faith in the holy father
It’s the inherited wise and silly recollections of bumps on pond logs, above the mother’s adult swim
Here is the love and understanding you’ve gleaned from the Hippies of Peace ’69, Woodstock sticks.

Stupid idiots and moronic ignoramuses vote for the leaders, the rulers, the lawmakers, do not vote
You will get an identical result if you do vote or you don’t vote, the fix is in, there are powers, float
I have a dog in the fight but it’s only god spelled backward, I’m the master of a liberated slave, free
Respect for the life within, born innocent like everything else alive, learns the good, bad & the ugly.

You gleaned the time to rest for a brief blast of One’s rascal philosophy, a bachelor’s undergrad Ends
I've some news for you, scream at the radio around 9 AM PDT, everyone will be surfing with aliens
Ending so happy that it cannot extend beyond 8 seconds, after that you’re on your own seminal skin
Of the pigs, the cows, the horses, cats & dogs, we eat some, pet others, gods cause Space, time-in!

Dog is a backward spelling of god but that’s mere coincidence, God can’t be a dog because of the scat
Spirit’s don’t consume matter in any form, liquid, solid or gas, that’s the soul sacrifice bartered by a Cat
Cool this cat was, getting the best out of negotiation without any leverage, one outcome expected et al
Theme in evolution is survival of the most fit, the strongest among the weaker in the herd, ring a bell.

My class ended with a rung bell, a brief moment in Time, frozen like hot ice under a north pole’s H2O
What it is that’s frozen? That’s the conglomeration of cells in a suit, buttoned down spats down below
Well, guess what, you’ll lose when the battle is thrown into chaos, it’s some bad guerilla warfare meme
Trying to be the ones that get the power, living a happy life being a slave, a master or cog in a machine.

Finish your race that you began as a late bloomer, educated by old men’s choices of dead philosophers
Mathematicians & scientists consolidated wisdom into mother’s womb for a hot paternity lawsuit case
Packed for the trip from day 1 to the final breath of the last day of existence for me, all humanity fun
Nothing is free, you paid, I paid, we all paid the price, inflated & deflated, either way, the deed's done.

Fair game, fair trial, yet nothing that’s actually fair in this dead stardirt world, unambiguous naked ape
Sprinkled on everything you eat & into everything you drink, it’s 20/20 Soylent Green, drunk ala grape
All souls collected and compressed into One, one gone from sight, it moves the distance to infinity Zen
Hordes of red, outlined in black & blue, gifts returned for money back, I’m the rooster, come here hen.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 6^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Scratched the skin off of the prey this AM while listenin’ to #TheSongRemainsTheSame @LedZeppelin link @ https://youtu.be/0kdrCEiIMSs?si=PDm6W_riKrRYhnD9 }

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@BoJackHorseman #FullMonty etc, etc, etc . . . mash potatoe chips' tips ....look out below! @LukeCombs & @TracyChapman duet ...bottoms' UP!

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M A S H  POTATO CHIPS’ TIPS
Just too busy thinking about us because you were dreaming about the missing links of Ever
It’s walks in the moonlight on the beach or at the park that made it all worthwhile, forever
It’s not a problem, I just didn’t see it comin’, a fast ball right down the middle of the plate
Man, it’s a battle, no it’s a war of the millennia and I’m on the way to losin’ my stride’s gait.

Fine lines between the parallel winner’s cups, above and below got covered up by star dirt
Light and dark come from the holy spirit within the Catholics, nobody else got any, that hurt
Why the creator would leave out the atheists who can’t believe their own eyes and ears noise
Flying like an eagle or dove won’t help the all too human point of view, It fades to black, boys.

Daughters and sons I didn’t have will be happy for eternity, I am irresponsible for not procreating
More of the fodder for the fathers who never cared about MY fathers, brothers or cousins of bling
They worked, they played, they lived happy and sad, buried the loved, gasped & left eyes wide open
No choice, no freedom to choose not to croak in your bed, in your truck or in a church pew, I’m ZEN.

You laugh, you’ll die without that last bottle of wine & walk in the moonlight & some foolin’ around
Magazines got pictures, you got the real thing you thought was just a stepping stone on the mound
Pitchin’ the balls from 90 feet or whatever the distance from rubber to home is, brushed back punks
Crowded the plate, on the left and the right but I shaved their chest & nose hairs off their sick junk.

Not everyone dies when the body gives up the ghost, some living humans believe they live forever
Almighty words written on the cave walls & the dead pulp of the life’s blood trees, burn or learn it
Words of subjects, predicates, objects strung into phrases, sentences, paragraphs & bottles of wine
In the end, taking the time to listen, you find a thrill in finding out, joke’s another lost fruit of a vine.

Party until you sleep or die trying to have a good time because the reverse is what you run from fast
Nothing more nor less than surprise that you’re an invisible lump of scarcely a soul at all, but alas
Gods don’t give a twist in the night about your opine of the situation, housing unknown, food gone
No job, no money, no way to see past the railroad tracks, Maria got hit by a truck in front of daddy’s.

Poor then better and then depression from the moment the unspeakable, unthinkable occurs, smack
In the face of shock-jock minds too busy being all too human, fabulous snap happiness turned sorrow
Time away in the country slowing down & fooling around, drinkin’ wine, smokin’ on the porch in back
Tracing you & your packaging from the original sin to the finish line above or below the stones below.

Don’t stab the messenger because you’ll find the knife slicing through blood & bone that began here
Where you think you want to be, here and now, isn’t the place you’re gonna go to, but it’s too soon
It ain’t for a small reason that you are ignorant, it would kill you if you knew, I’m just an ape’s baboon
Came from Nothing, literally, before I was conceived in my mother’s empty womb, I had no fool fear.

I walk, I scooted and crawled and I can run but I can’t fly, I won’t try to jump off of a cliff & clap hands
Get the bums and junkies to repair their queer, closed minds, damaged by the chemistry of thrill fans
Killed the game, ate the spoils & died of poison blood & stomach aches, karma needed to bite it back
Function of the pyramid from bottoms up to the top is just to be or not to be, so there’s no question.

Full tank but I came up empty of the smoke and mirror images leftover by the DNA & RNA codex fix
They called it lust, love or just getting’ it on for a minute like a cough or a sneeze, but it ain’t no tricks
Proper language leaves behind the meaning of absurdity and solid jokes about dumb MFrs in charge
Of men & mice who notice the facts of life are rigged without free choice, only One lives that large.

Rats and roaches leftover from the holocaust’s ashen dust, hopes resurrected death spirals in utero
It must be the past if you say so, it’s this future that nobody knows except to speculate friend & foe
Who is the enemy of the civilized but the savages of the seven continents, tribes of egos that all die
One way or another, you got a code, texted S.O.S. FedEx, UPS ground or airborne, four walls of a fly.

I never wanted to be fabulous, that was your intent to become the one who is the epitome of OMG
Hell on Earth is just a way of expressing not applying the Will to Power, making dreams come up free
Price is free of charge, because billionaires never pay for anything, it’s the diamonds or the lace gems
Cartoon-films, recollections of memorable experiences, inaccurate, embellished without raps & dams.

At the undertaker, at the wake, at the funeral, in the ground’s being dead & gone, ash & bone earned
Joke was on you that you’d know why you knew me for a minute or three, mom didn’t abort, it honed
House of cards fallen, Bridge, Spades, Hearts, Poker, Old Maid or another shuffle of paper rectangulars
Quadrilateral will drive you insane with the lines of angular trajectory, joke is on you, got your jugular.

World spins they say, it looks like wind is blowing clouds by from the south or the north, westward HO
Nothing is there when everything becomes the Void, intended by the Power I can only conceive, not be
Nutshell philosophy, y’all sat down too long and your gluteus max’s are asleep, legs tingling to backflow
Bars all empty at 2 AM, god spirits all remain, y’all slow down, drunk drivin’ in the land of foo-foo free.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, February 4, 2024, 6:66 AMPST

{ Collected tidbits that fell off the back of the truck last night about 2:00 AMPST, jacked it up while jammin’ to #TooBusyBeingFabulous #GroundHogDayAgain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hsDX5V1Jw-M?si=iFf0oG_sPP3hP26f }

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