SEVENTH DIMINISHED IN MAJOR MINOR FLAT SHARPS #DropAPenOnAMap #CountryCityGirlsWannaComeHome

ATONE, NAKED TRUTH, BY JOVE

We had a tiny scuffle between the good & evil winged ones, we dive deep down
In your mind and body, in your soul there’s a hole twixt two doves who’ve flown
From nowhere to right here and now, this is somewhere in the middle, you’re fly
So wake up before the end of the dream, you’ve been asleep in a slick, divine lie.

Truth you’ve found before me is One I’ve rejected after your death, wisdom’s cry
Owls blink one eye at a time to focus upon subjects & predicates with black light
Fear in the darkness’ dome, bumping objects into nouns & verbal knives to fight
If and when you see your ghost inside of your bones, that’ll be the day y’all die.

Describe God’s altitude from the plane of Earth, drop angel hair pies over there
Higher than low balls droppin’ from all too human species’ idiots who fly higher
Sewers full of disgusting, refused matter that passed through the Father’s son
What’s the score? Nothing to nothing, a reflection in the mirror shows no one.

Skin walks off the 208 bones immediately upon rigor mortis, dream’s The End
Of the story that means something to everyone, it’s untold, theoretical fraud
Mothers & fathers of this genome’s generation left a mean backstreet retweet
Figures of eighty-eights & donuts formed into The Dozens, a failure of two feet.

Brief screams before turning into the food for the pretty faces, animals & crows
All died for the good of mankind, on a BBQ spit or a fired up, wood or gas’ love
Breakfast, lunch & supper snacks between all known UFO stars are saucer blows
Disease eating health & vivacious love of life, extinction ground below, so above.

Woke up the Woke ones, showed ‘em all a final moment on Earth, woke hiccup
There & then, here & now, back over there, UFO identified as the gods set us up
Idiots and morons in charge of the important things within Nothing, rollin’ 1991
Time has begun to tick, split atoms, extinction of species, God, stoppin’ the fun!

This is a put-on, an interstellar vehicle flambee without a flame or ultraviolet fire
Nimble on an orbit that gravitationally collapses eventually, history cries, “Liar!”
Creating a narrative without knowing Truth, subatomic evolution, it’s impossible
Yet, here we are, here we go again, reincarnated stardust, Unmoved Mover Hell.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May 7^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Contents Unknown, gleaned from the Void while on the dark side of Earth listenin’ to #BeyondUFOSightings on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/s5OMu1bkems }

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#SkipItSkippy #PeanutButterFromHeaven #MickeyMouseClub #SpeedballSpringsteenConcerto2024 #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt?

THIS RIVER FLOWS ONE WAY HOME

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Of course, danger is the day you die, stay away from the unknown, because it is what it is
Regardless of your wants and needs as a human being, an evolutionary shake of two dice
Spirit moves the unmoved mover from being at rest without duality, sparking fire & ice
Motion puts the wheels in gear for the momentum initiated onto infinity’s faint, fade fizz

Rolled the rocks away from the cave’s hole, the holy place where God died & came alive
From the dead place where nothing alive that dies EVER comes back from, heaven or hell
Pills swallowed without the liquid chaser, they get devoured by the viral bacteria hand jive
Washing them in warm water and lava soap works for a minute until the germs ring a bell.

Then it’s every atom for itself, electron-ics tuning up the nucleus’ proton & neutron dance
Bringing your wine to the place we’re tweeting the whines of the proletariat with no stance
Other than to break down the status quo for replacement with random chaos of orphan scat
Children groomed without the Men of Mankind turn into the followers of the stupid, Fat Cat.

Leader of men & women with scarves’ checkered tiny heads, hidden identical dykes as crass
As 4P + 5O2 which always without fail yields 4P2O5, like it or not, recall the Chemistry class
In no garden of Eden that’s any free for all or for any at all, a planet of broke atoms of a star
A-bomb-burnt-out gas through a vacuum to reach the ignorant’s food of ignition, Earth Fire.

Why you want to kill your brother and sister before you meet your maker, creator of apes
Great or lesser than the least, naked or hair of hippy freaks’ ponytails of dead follicle vape
Monsters born to mothers without animal husbandry #101, shooting for dark starlit fears
It’s nowhere in sight yet everywhere you can’t see with your eyes or hear with your ears.

Bums and junk-filled veins of their mothers and fathers who excommunicated their party
From the basements, cellars & attics above and below the main floor of trolling sorte faire
Dominated by the subordinates you wouldn’t pick for your team of elite family of nonsense
Best friends & mortal enemies in your & my dreams and daymares with no spirit reference.

In the jams of the intersections of speedballs and slowpokes all sharing the same deadline
Getting to the ready line is half the battle, the rest is a cake-walk through infinity’s uppercut
Lookin’ up from lying down on the coffee grains and scum at the bottom of the cedar barrel
From no master whoever was & won’t ever be ‘til a Black Hole appears, ‘til then, it’s my call.

Cocaine in a gun, shooting straight from your holy soul’s tender ectoplasm onto your brain
Leaving your mind without the safe and sound witness to survival, approach death insane
Out of your mind, beside your true Self, a moron in an idiot’s closet full of burnt seashells
Words just sounds comin’ out of a windbag full of constant variables, x & y inequality hell.

God has stopped up the river flows down from the mountains, evaporation of the ocean sea
Earth without the H2O imagined to be the 3 or 4 fifths of #WhatItIs, imagine a holy potato
Dry as the day it was dug out the mud, blood & beer dropped on a bar room’s wooden floor
Mopped up daily to repeat the whole 24/7 ad infinitum, I’m Singularity & I’m at your door.

Peasants and the elite royals of the herd, rushed out of the womb of annihilation, a big bang
Senses of the five or six ways to forget about it all, the fact that you’re here & now, all hung
Without a clue to why you came, forget about it isn’t an option when you’ve never been free
Wise old owl smarter than any man born to woman, oldest in human recorded history, 143.

Abusing no privilege allowed by the powers that be, neither you nor me, that’s who it is, “X”
No conditional propositions lead to uncompromised deductions, all-star invalid conclusions
Promised rewards immersed in a blind faith inherited from the uneducated, unenculturated
Without blame for the inheritance of the ignorant bliss, it will run out of steam unsatiated.

One’s total sum, a product of all quotients, whether plus, minus, multiplied or divided Skin
The vote is tied, 50 to 50, a sudden death overtime will proceed on the photo-finish photo
Popeye is, was & always will be, boyfriend of Olive Oyl, pal of burger Whimpey & a big Bluto
Sweet pea lookin’ like half of one & two quarters of another possibility Olive Oyl is a virgin.

Protest your shotgun marriage to your wife and mother of your twelve children, no survivor
All fourteen, whole family, wife, progeny all down in flames, old infant & 11, all buried at sea
I survived the tragedy obviously because here I am right now, at least I think I must be 1, me
If & only if I’m wrong & it turns out in the end that I’m not me then I’ll kneel, fall on a sword.

Garbage I’ve made, trash of everyone else who eats & defecates good & evil energy & matter
Flying from one rock to another ‘tween floods of H2O without which we’re all divine scatter
In pieces we’ve all been blown on a side job, extra cash under the table that only Gods know
Taxwoman ain’t like the old Taxman, relentless & able to put you in chains, steady low blow.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi May VIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
{ Urgent hysteria providing #HostageHushMoney for blown hand-jobs from the Storm, the Gale & Typhoon of trumped-up inter-galactic alpha beta soup while jammin’ to @Ana_Popovic link @ https://youtu.be/UN0SJcA2hTM?si=Jx84Vyp9tMrMKJB1 }

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#MayTheFourthBeWithYou #BlowYourTop @ZZT

FOOL ADAM IN WISE EVE’S PINK CADDY’S BACKSEAT

Of course, Eve tempted Adam with plausible deniability, creep had total free will to choose
Hence the harbinger of Evil or Good in context of the garden of Eden, you all drink the booze
Of rats and smaller critters in the star dust you grow seeds in, restaurants of dead life food
Worms, all the way up to the all too human rattle & hum, a pleasure feeling, being so good.

Drivin’ up and down the streets my father and mother dropped in my lap, got me one PhD
In logic and pure reason from the university of experiencing #LikeItOrNot, it’s all about #Me
Where my grandchildren were conceived, in the back seat of my plausible deniability honey
Mankind won’t do it on it’s own, adjust the DNA by the ingestion of congestion, gold money.

Mating malfunctions in the species’ code require full extinction of the species, x & y deadly
Whomever is quoted as saying it’s never too late is no doubt stone cold mortified mortally
Of course the memory can’t be forgotten without constant delirium of civilization’s breath
All of the many in the Earth’s dirt enjoy the health and avoidance of dearth and ego death.

Only a fence charged with the power to annihilate your spark will keep y’all out the corral
You used too much power growing up and what you’ve got left is an out of time seashell
It ain’t your fault you were conceived in the heat of the night, free will or raped hooker Ma
She’s a mother but the orphans ain’t likely to be happy, ever, forever, happiness with no Pa.

Wave of the substance getting close to the fusion & fission of the form, reserve a holy Hole
Not bad being evil and not bad being good on a Saturday night, city or country Muscle Shoal
Substance & Form coming from Nothing is absurd foolish blather, everything is One Atom
Plenty of the many to obfuscate the function of the calculus, nevertheless, God is a bum.

Previous words come from the bottom of the cess pool just like the pleasure of beauty’s Id
You need a ride and I want to give you one too, asked me to pick you up from work, so I did
Honey, baby, your daddy wouldn’t like me thinkin’ of huggin’ & kissin’ you all over the place
I mean in public or private, too tempted to not want to, I’m jealous of me, love my fish face.

Handling maneuvers as planned, practiced every permutation of jump shots & slam dunks
Chopped down some cherry trees & fired up the dead wood, under heaven’s stars in waving
To my flesh, skin and borrowed 208 bones, some broke and others just cracked, one or two
Broke my nose without knowing why I was lying underground, seein’ daylit twinklin’ allstars.

Hugs is all I want from you baby, yeah, you know I love you for your Pink Cadillac out of sight
It’s all going to be clear after the obscurity is seen for what it is, the smokescreen of the Oz
Wizard had a hold on you and made forget you were dreaming, in a coma for the sugar Pez
Oozing and cruising up and down, in and out, in the front and the back, just don’t be Right.

It’s alright to be on the far left with the dead philosophers who laugh rollin’ in the ash urns
Graves of wisdom who knew the two bits used all your gas and left your family in the lurch
All saved & invested in Ends of Time, burnt ash of trees, broke hydrogen oxygen molecules
Atomic reference of fuel reserves, supernova happening without warning, need Hercules.

No matter how you try, not even Atlas or Hermes Trismegistus phenomena, mortal sinner
Knowing everything is rhythm & rhyme is all you need, all you’ve wanted forever, with beer
Drink it deeply, your mother was a woman, it makes you half of a man, force of love power
Prior knowledge of the following is not important in the end, Nothing matters to him or her.

Hunger for data, your hard drive’s been bleached bit vacuumed, preach the way of a monk
Silenced in the darkness, too human nature, good, bad & ugly mixed, unofficial fake facts
Evolution the appearance of all we can observe with perception and digestion production
My father said, “Money isn’t Everything, it’s the Only Thing!” but he didn’t, it is a super funk.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi #May the 4th be with you! 2024 Anno Domini @ 1245 PMPST
{ Skinned listenin’ to @Davy_Crockett #WOKE link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/UzAwQUwaUYY }
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