#WheresELMO? #ButAnyway #SloGin #GoodMorningVietNam #FadeAway #FaceTheFaxOfLife #RollingStones #CallTheBloodyGodsSneezingOozeOutSpace

LOVE YOU ALL OVER, OVER & OVER

 ad infinitum, ad nauseum

There is hardly one fat chance you’ll see this & even less likely you’ll give it a read

It’s nothing personal between you & me or me & you, all accidentally on purpose

Middle of the road nearly at a finish line, dynamo Race of mice and a man’s creed

Drunk on the fresh air again, commandments One through ten, I’m a half-breed.

Bums and junkies left over from the hey-day of the Hootie & a Hippie getting’ down too

Sister said that we would get down to “brass tacks” but I didn’t grasp the signal’s blue

Colored for effect on the invisible ghost of a spark, never live or dead just grim as @Ted

Holier than you ever were since it never existed in DNA like y’all, do not get me started.

Peasants all children who conceived from an original, mortal sin of coitus, come man!

On the other side of the curtain you & I cannot penetrate with knowledge-wisdom’s sin

One seed tree of Knowledge’s Good & Evil is the creator/reaper, not to be too humane

Open the book, start on page 1 & finish at the end’s blank page, then fly high in a plane.

Got noisy words comin’ in and out of the ear holes, now I’m gonna do some weird chit

Repeating mantras of what it is & will always be here & now during this trippin’ stitch

Drawn picture of where you’ll go when you lay down to die, can’t stand up comedy It

In casket or urn only if you’re lucky to have cash money or even my spare dime pitch.

Fools can’t breathe for free, they steal it from you & me, it’s the only way for the hobo

Could be your sister, brother, mother or father, aunt, uncle or maybe a distant cousin

Fun is out, it’s survival of the most fit to be here & now, shelter in place & BBQ, sip gin

You’ll be one that’s left over in the end, unlike country boys, idiots & morons survive.

I am drawing a line in the sand, you know it will disappear when the waves reappear

Cream is on the top because gravity cannot keep it under control, too rich to be fear

It’s a long way to the apex of this apparent somnambulistic appearance, I do imagine

All things seen, heard, smelled, tasted & touched with nuclear blow torch ICBM SIN.

You might be drawn like a magnet to the place you can sleep without one eye open

By the hot fire burning for warmth and signaling to the darkness to come so often

Like your mother and father who left you orphaned, on your own, all alone children

Be vicious, rough & ready for the necessary & sufficient tracking, pray is prey’s sin.

Now & then, you run across big words that mean more than the roar of my Charger

Here are some, more than one less than a million, for sure for sure, human martyr

Grown from a seed, spontaneously multiplying its own kind of program, red blood

RNA from a sun, Void out of nowhere, obligated drop of a dime on you & me, God!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, III-XXVIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 3:00 AMPST
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#GotLuckyInTheLimo #DYK? #Pditty @PDitty

PROVE ME WRONG, SHOUT OUT SILENTLY

LET US PLAY

Come over to my place in Space and you can see the variable unknown, my blood
Forensic evidence that you were born and raised on Earth in a radical hippy mind
Clobbered upside of the head when you were only 33 years old, younger than god
Your god, my god, our god, no god matters very little to the revolution of the Sign.

Pump your air into your bag of empty words that mean something nobody knows
Pick your face over your skull and you’ll be alive for a while, then Earth just blows
Into an empty space between me, you and the stars in Outerspace, dollar tree chit
Hard liquor and soft drunks’ drinks make this world wobble on it’s epileptic fit bit.

Monday, a name for a repeating spin on the ecliptic, see Earth from empty Space
Exist then decease, desist from the immortality conceptual analysis, God’s race
To live being good and avoiding evil, utopian apes with less hair than Cavemen
Mountain lion running in your yard, inside of your 8 foot fence, cougar is all In.

Be eating you after the kill of your circulating broken heart, I ate the whole hole
A taste of nasty stench shoos them away but it’s too late for your invisible soul
So, you got no angel’s wings and no hot pitchfork for a journey to burnt Hades
Downhill, uphill, above & below a hot core, lost in Space & Time’s Purple haze.

Seven, eleven or any other Prime Number have every convenience we need
Buy it all, use plastic, rectangular magnetic strip punch cards, I’m In & Out
Polls show other polls asking ignorant and imbecilic notions of dead feed
It has to be dead, plant or animal for humanity to survive the extinction shot.

Cleaned, skewered, BBQ’d over the burning logs of dead trees, dead dinner
Stayin’ alive gotta eat the dead scat, blind faith past the nipples and bottles
Got bread, got meat, got seasonings for the dead life, easier to swallow her
Mother Earth provided, you & I recycled all dead until our death, then caput.

Ending at The End, then there’s just a pot pipe left for your gramma, puff it
She’s high as a kite, like the one you flew into the wind over the empty pit
As above, so it is below, unconscious as dead star dirt in orbit, world whirl
You came here innocently, accept your guilty pleasure, come on baby girl.

Episode between the Void & a hard place is right here, right-twisted shout
Your ma & papa came to bring you the gift of breathing gas & dopamine out
On to move an unmoved mover you must first be the One, then #Skeeeert it
What in the fictional trap is the bait? Air supply, dead food & the dead scat.

Gone too soon or not soon enough, either way it’s hard to gauge come & go
Here today & gone tomorrow, yesterday without recall, no memory of the show
Gone to the far end of the far side and it’s the only humorous thing is, The End
As if you were taught that you were immortal to avoid the fear of death’s Zen.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March XXVI^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @911AMPST

( Absurdity created from the Void this AM while jammin’ to @Armstrong_GettyRadio on @kste650AM }

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

#BetterWithBloodInside #FarOutMan

AUBURN HAS GOD’S DAM OF RIVER CITY

It hurts me more than it'll hurt you, reality becomes unmasked this hot & holy day

Breaking the hearts of rubber souls who lived & already died before they knew it

We’re here a moment & gone the next, no immortal setting leftover, no Disneyland

For all who pretend to believe what’s true, no hope for you, woman hybrid human.

Mutate your DNA, big pharmaceuticals playing the CIA & DIA put dick in the dirt

Cancelled by powers that won’t be alive in a century, you know & I know the flirt

Addicted to Dr. Feelgood’s idiots of LSD dropped hits of fools, a missile base’s OSI

You're too high to go to hell, you’ve got to come down a few steps, UFO dose LSD.

So, therefore, hence, nevertheless & furthermore you see bouncing ping-pong balls

Brief coverings of the junk & over the shoulder boulder holders, stop fornica recalls

Expense is nominal, all you have in your pocket, old man’s leftover whistle & bells

Briefing the ignorant & stupid morons we’ve weaned from infancy on welfare rolls.

Truth's been told, it’s incredible and true at one & the same time in Space, it’s dawn

Golden lead leftover Big Bang dirt, not capable of becoming THE liquid plasma con

Pinch me because I’m actually sleeping & can't awaken, sources & methods kill you

Rocks of Rockefeller turned liquid gold, then disappeared in Phoenix Lights of AZ.

Extraterrestrial Spielberg, you & I know the Truth, spilt beans of Top-Secret topics

Russia, USSR, The Beatles said they were back, to Area 51 on the Pope of skeptics

Follow the script written to avoid panic at finding Truth is actual, naked, so bizarre

On the nature of DNA mutation, it could happen on any planet or solar system afar.

Interdimensional life inside the Space you see here and now, in or out of your souls

Before your & my conceptions in the dark womb of mama, you & I were Nothing

Going back to it when the last gasp comes & goes in the day or night, SMUD’s south

Municipality of the city of trees, born to be wild and die with a sucker in my mouth.

Banks closed; safes broken & destroyed in the acid lake behind my garbage plant

I had a line drawn right down the middle of the road, double yellow without breaks

Fully loaded with a twenty-ton piece of useless metal, a crane for high-rise masonry

Good to be evil & bad to be copacetic as it is and will always be, I came, saw & see.

Nine to five & forty of ‘em every week except relaxation vacation everything timing

It’s everything & without it we’ve got the darkness’ candy, none, ain’t got any bling

Chasing the empty dreams I open & find nothing at all, you know what I mean too

Last day you get to see light, you’ll also die and see darkness up close, fighters Foo!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, March 25th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST