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JACKED UP MORE , SO GET BACK JACK
In front, near the middle of the backside, there’s a passage that nobody has entered
Fear and loathing to become the savior of your soul but not mine, have a nice day
Income is the flow of the gold coming from the centerfold of the playboy masters
Thinking that I am alive and that I exist just because I’m thinking about this & that.
By the ways and means pushing the buttons and throwing the switches to engage chit
It moves the unmoved mover to be the First Cause of all effects up to a Singularity fit
It cooks in a crock pot, slowly heating the muscles of animals’ so hot, it’s metabolized
Gone before you & I know it, typically in a scattered mind, peace comes circumcised.
One Truth among the many versions of the purpose for the human species appearance
On a finite stage in the middle of what appears to be infinite Space, it’s all zero & a One
Manipulate the narrative to win or to lose the game played by ancestors long gone too
Never left the dust of the Earth, bones and mummies leftover from a campus bonfire.
Mixed martial arts qualify for the narrow way defense of the heart & soul of what it is
A thing itself, speaking of the substance of a leap year’s extra day, to keep the 365 ¼
Days it takes to revolve around the star before it collapses or expands, Earth’s Time
Without precise calculation, no accounting for the wobble & unequal elliptical path.
Heard of the Uncertainty Principle & analyzed the concept for the sake of my sanity
No more running in the opposite direction believing blindly that I’d garner some pity
For the luck I made for myself out of the gold mine nuggets of sugar gum drops of sin
Decadent of the alabaster and ivory gleaned from the sea’s river rocks that roll on in.
Now and then you gotta feel like this has all been done before, but it ain’t a deja vous
It’s just because the infinite repetition of the things doing their things is so out of sight
All of us too, every single one of us, you & me, everybody else, living & dead got us right
Prayed to gods, begged mother nature, hoped that the dead poets murdered the blues.
Righted on when y’all got left out in the cold with no coat, not even warm, woolly socks
Evened it all up before I played chess games with my head down on pebbles and rocks
I awoke so hungry & missing all but my naked bones entrenched in astigmatic #Tarpit
Confidence men, all too human morphs trippin’ around Earth in an eighty-day caput.
Despair is Essence of Being aware that a Void is all there is, loveless, at sea forever
Dry or wet, rocks don’t allow the water flow, H2O river tracks like Nitro-glycerin hair
Shooting messengers doesn’t make the message change, can’t say nothin’ nice, so
Don’t say anything at all, mean spirit wants ‘1’ narrative of Truth, Destiny’s low blow.
Before the concept is analyzed, begin with Love not Hate, no date-rape children high
As above, therefore it is the same below the atmosphere’s stratosphere, Adam’s sigh
Wasted or oblivious to the method in the madness, just takin’ the blows as they come
Up, down, in & out, before & after the consciousness becomes aware, deaf & dumb.
On a sliding scale of determination, 1 being absolute & 9 being random chaos’ honey
Which rate reflects your certainty, what birth & death means in the long run, so funny
If you’re blind, deaf & in the mode of Helen Keller, able to think & learn the three R’s
Reading, W®riting & Arithmetic, overnight sensation of higher powers, heroes in bars.
I’ve held the strings and I pulled them as needed to slide into home safely, bold lover
Nobody replaces the irreplaceable that can’t be held back by little sister or big brother
You will do what your will allows whether you know it’s omnipotent or you ignore Truth
Love spent on trigger-happy TDs & Homers, no rollin’, sky-high bad breaks, forsoothe.
Where Mary took the brain cells to lock up the triggers of judgement & rhetorical slack
Busted for baggies of plants and the smash into plastic packs of your death while alive
Consider the alternative of being conceived in a womb, lapse your reason, gods smack
Always deep in here, Space & Time locked on target & “You’re fired, you dumbfound!”
Not even high or drunk, not as high as the anthill underneath the roach farm below me
But I will be sooner or later when I’ve secured a safe place to knock myself out of here
Like a game needing a winner & a loser, it doesn’t need to last for eternity, just a while
On higher ground, underwater, thrown up in the air, common ground is a free will dial.
Words said & eaten to take back the falsehoods and misstated thoughts within souls
Asleep to keep the secret that you & I, everyone ever alive or to be alive, dream holes
Darker light, chain-reacting atomic glass, out of nowhere, nothing becomes One thing
Unconditional winning is everything, losing only happens to winners, bells ring, I sing.
Fear and loathing to become the savior of your soul but not mine, have a nice day
Income is the flow of the gold coming from the centerfold of the playboy masters
Thinking that I am alive and that I exist just because I’m thinking about this & that.
By the ways and means pushing the buttons and throwing the switches to engage chit
It moves the unmoved mover to be the First Cause of all effects up to a Singularity fit
It cooks in a crock pot, slowly heating the muscles of animals’ so hot, it’s metabolized
Gone before you & I know it, typically in a scattered mind, peace comes circumcised.
One Truth among the many versions of the purpose for the human species appearance
On a finite stage in the middle of what appears to be infinite Space, it’s all zero & a One
Manipulate the narrative to win or to lose the game played by ancestors long gone too
Never left the dust of the Earth, bones and mummies leftover from a campus bonfire.
Mixed martial arts qualify for the narrow way defense of the heart & soul of what it is
A thing itself, speaking of the substance of a leap year’s extra day, to keep the 365 ¼
Days it takes to revolve around the star before it collapses or expands, Earth’s Time
Without precise calculation, no accounting for the wobble & unequal elliptical path.
Heard of the Uncertainty Principle & analyzed the concept for the sake of my sanity
No more running in the opposite direction believing blindly that I’d garner some pity
For the luck I made for myself out of the gold mine nuggets of sugar gum drops of sin
Decadent of the alabaster and ivory gleaned from the sea’s river rocks that roll on in.
Now and then you gotta feel like this has all been done before, but it ain’t a deja vous
It’s just because the infinite repetition of the things doing their things is so out of sight
All of us too, every single one of us, you & me, everybody else, living & dead got us right
Prayed to gods, begged mother nature, hoped that the dead poets murdered the blues.
Righted on when y’all got left out in the cold with no coat, not even warm, woolly socks
Evened it all up before I played chess games with my head down on pebbles and rocks
I awoke so hungry & missing all but my naked bones entrenched in astigmatic #Tarpit
Confidence men, all too human morphs trippin’ around Earth in an eighty-day caput.
Despair is Essence of Being aware that a Void is all there is, loveless, at sea forever
Dry or wet, rocks don’t allow the water flow, H2O river tracks like Nitro-glycerin hair
Shooting messengers doesn’t make the message change, can’t say nothin’ nice, so
Don’t say anything at all, mean spirit wants ‘1’ narrative of Truth, Destiny’s low blow.
Before the concept is analyzed, begin with Love not Hate, no date-rape children high
As above, therefore it is the same below the atmosphere’s stratosphere, Adam’s sigh
Wasted or oblivious to the method in the madness, just takin’ the blows as they come
Up, down, in & out, before & after the consciousness becomes aware, deaf & dumb.
On a sliding scale of determination, 1 being absolute & 9 being random chaos’ honey
Which rate reflects your certainty, what birth & death means in the long run, so funny
If you’re blind, deaf & in the mode of Helen Keller, able to think & learn the three R’s
Reading, W®riting & Arithmetic, overnight sensation of higher powers, heroes in bars.
I’ve held the strings and I pulled them as needed to slide into home safely, bold lover
Nobody replaces the irreplaceable that can’t be held back by little sister or big brother
You will do what your will allows whether you know it’s omnipotent or you ignore Truth
Love spent on trigger-happy TDs & Homers, no rollin’, sky-high bad breaks, forsoothe.
Where Mary took the brain cells to lock up the triggers of judgement & rhetorical slack
Busted for baggies of plants and the smash into plastic packs of your death while alive
Consider the alternative of being conceived in a womb, lapse your reason, gods smack
Always deep in here, Space & Time locked on target & “You’re fired, you dumbfound!”
Not even high or drunk, not as high as the anthill underneath the roach farm below me
But I will be sooner or later when I’ve secured a safe place to knock myself out of here
Like a game needing a winner & a loser, it doesn’t need to last for eternity, just a while
On higher ground, underwater, thrown up in the air, common ground is a free will dial.
Words said & eaten to take back the falsehoods and misstated thoughts within souls
Asleep to keep the secret that you & I, everyone ever alive or to be alive, dream holes
Darker light, chain-reacting atomic glass, out of nowhere, nothing becomes One thing
Unconditional winning is everything, losing only happens to winners, bells ring, I sing.
by
r j j stephan, i
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March 2nd 2024 @ 711 AMPST
{#Jacked-up while deep, down in a purple funk in a
trunk of bunk while listenin’ to #SlowWhiskeyBlues link @ https://youtu.be/aJGNryWfOgI?si=pgqqngb9J9nNaGoQ}
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