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MORE OR LESS, stardirt AS YOU WERE

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Instance of instant incessant bickering causes the separation of the church from the state
It is not what you think or what you believe to be true, everything everywhere is my fate
To be or not to be the man with the plan ain’t what I’m cracked up to be, grandkids of me
All nineteen or twenty of ‘em get my positive thoughts 24/7, they’ll need the power tree.

It’s not my intention to control the nature of the beasts, just guide to the easy middle path
Full of thistle and thorn on the left over stardirt of getting lucky about a demigod of Wrath
Picking my personal will to power over another unknown force, even occult or demonic art
Power gets my full attention, I wield intent, nobody gets except the One who stole my heart.

Chit was not for sale, I wasn’t marketing the thirty-two thousand odd ounces of skin & T-bone
The Man, The Woman is the skeleton key without which the lock remains closed to hot stone
Thoughts have no place in Space & Time, a firing of neurons in grey matter’s nervous system
Holy from the womb to the grave or urn or unknown media, air, land or sea, all about them.

Made us animate liquid rock & rolled it away on wheels & tires, flung it up as above, so below
Morphed hidden smokey spirits comin’ off the flame of red-hot Fire, sunlit slow-motion glow
Inside the womb we go, wanted or otherwise, avoided the invasion of privacy by metal forks
Tried to grab my head and my foot but I moved when I saw ‘em comin’, I smelled the humphs.

Pretension of the pretenders finding the going around is worse than the comes around, say it
Philosophy of the Science & bubble gum theory of babies turned into professori, it’s true grit
The highway was always in disguise even from those who parented your journey up the road
Gypsy & just a rich kid who can’t see labor’s force as the transcendental nirvana, prince-toad.

Fill the empty shell with the nut but it’s beginning with the seed and the water of RNA/DNA
Pills, injections and ingestions move the one cell into infinity of self-replicating arch--divinity
Immortality beyond the 208 bones being alive without disease, unhappiness in a 2nd city play
Initial JMJ, Jesus, Maria & Giuseppe on every singularity paper of parochial swag’s 6-13 orbits.

Get the holy Hades back into your life, it’s part of the star closest to us, the Sun is hot as hell
I am not being facetious about your gonna get your arse burnt if you don’t buy the hard sell
Think of demons of miracles that a creator allows to be, a superior role model for oblivion tea
It will come once atoms split in two from sea to shining sea, pole to pole, equator is wobbly.

High in your ability to see DANGER coming toward your face, parlay the attack & eliminate It
Nothing is more important than breathing, eating, sleeping, being friends but trusting no chit
Mothers and fathers leave us all early to let us be free, liberty from all bones of parent neglect
Care about you? You care about you, that’s what counts, orphans too, know thyself, Respect!

I ask to say one thing with a string of sentences you’ll never forget, you’ve come too far, pals
Out of a Void, somewhere below or above where you sit, stand & listen closely to what I say
Stop the sound, listen to Nothing but dead air moving in and out of your ears, ace the finals
When the grades have posted, you’ll know the feeling of a four point ‘O’ & a Philosophy BA.

Idiots and morons fill the continents with free loving souls and imprisoned ones too, Outlaws
Horns blow to let the ones who ain’t deaf know that the judgement of justification has jaws
Bite and chew the fools who violate the commands of royal deadmen, behind bars, murder 1
Humanitarian & humane as possible, Earth will blow it’s top, orbital stop, I’m phuqin’ Sun.

If you know anything then you know that you don’t know anything at all, it’s all conjecture
Old school of #WOW #6EQUJ5 7, 72 seconds UVB76 of #4625KHz download Comm impure
Absolute zero & one moving at speed of light to extra-terrestrial Space radio wavelengths
Frequency to dot your eyes and show the meaning of life in the crop circle leftover by Pez.

Sugar and honey in the crop circle’s center, a Tesla or a Marconi moved the unmoved atoms
None of the signals have the SOS in them, imagine drowning in the sea, beatin’ your drums
Hercules it is now Then, pulse signatures if and only if you have the key to F-class star load
Highlights & lowlights come with UFO phenomena, in debt, we’re in a Dyson Sphere mode.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche May XIX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ #FRB Fast Radio Burst comes once, this is One, drafted while jammin’ to #AlienContactInOuterSpace #NumberStationsCIAET link @ https://youtu.be/IYf-1rO7FMk?si=xjdQADSkn7YLTHJG }

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#RIP #TOFF #CHUMPS #ToughAndDumbAsARock #AsAboveSoBelow

STOLEN MIRACLE BELOW AS ABOVE US ALL

On the highway between my heart and my soul, I came upon the middle fork in the road, Man
I knew I'd never have any peace of mind without knowing the real reason you're in the hot fan
You wish you could have done all I've done but you're wish won't come true if you have no Will
To be the One who can put the world on it's keester for high power of the hunter of the food kill.

You can't eat meat raw, you'll get ill & you'll die of an unknown ailment but the living know It
The ailment is DO NOT eat creation in the garden of Eden, you god's damn fools of the low pit
It's on the way to you all personally, you can't think about the facts of life, shut my mouth on high
Altars with sacred sacrifices of miracles, eating symbolic bodies of blood, ad infinitum, a host shy.

Altar boys needed to squeeze the God into another man standing up above the stairs tabernacle
Common and complex just one and the same thing, the unknown is the power, it's one hard sell
Written language inked on papyrus or scratched upon stone walls, inside the libraries of the herd
I won't repeat the mantra therefore, I think I am all there is that's important for me to be absurd.

Wanting to be immortal & live upon the planet forever is not an option, except in somnambulism
Bring back my peace of mind as soon as I realize that Being Alone is divine, it's inhumane autism
Staring at anything moving to avoid using logic & reason, discover the meaning of why life moves
To me, a man here & now yet born in an imaginary past, hereafter in solitary recollection of a One.

Person of the personality, the subset of ethical pretensions of a Golden Rule to hurt nobody's eyes
All men born to Woman deserve the judgement of me & only me, exist under survival's azure skies
And that means you're my focus, a moment or a year, it ain't my call, it's natural-born DNA display
Why the RNA attracts like a magnet to the thing that can multiply one's Being in Love by sex baby.

Mine ain't yours unless I share some of it by my own free will, try to take it out of my hands, try it
You'll get the message just using your brain to manipulate the meaning of what I've clearly said, eh?
Miracles come and go without anyone knowing the Cause is unknown because it's the divine above
In space, far away from the core of this Earth planet & it's moon revolution execution of the doves.

Bring back this final thought, you & I won't meet in flesh & bone or you couldn't leave me all alone
Feeling sorry for me because I don't need you or anyone at all besides my skinny bones' cellphone
In my pocket waiting for the vibe, the buzz or ring dependin' on my priority assigned, all 1, 2 & 3
Sunlight breaking through clouds enveloping the ground of Being, now I recall that only God's free.

What I am is what I am & what you are is what? Something for better or for worse? Y'all married?
Not lonely to know you're in the middle of a dream your handlers forced you to have blind faith in
Or else, you were ostracized from the herd, the group would set you off to sea, all alone, God said
Kidding nobody but yourself, the one that was alive before you were conceived, remember a Sin?

Come on man, it was originally a mortal that began this system of coming out of a Big Bang secret
That you don't have a daddy other than the Man who had an orgasm inside your mother, praise dead
Gypsies and solitary monk scientists get to the bottom of the conundrum, obviously we're all asleep
Sweet feeling like you received as nature nurtured the innocent born to run with the hobos & sheep.

Mothers who invented that way to show the young how to act, how to be in the middle of nowhere
Severed from the host umbilical chord puts the burden on the baby to perform as if it had long hair
Well then, here & now is where we are, listening to the disease drip into health, a negative negated
Funk is just The Cell's bridges to infinity of humanity, long way to the tops' of rocks that roll lead.

It transforms it's metric tons of what's left of the Big Bang's dead, heavy lead all up in my godhead
Actually it's symbolic because of it's potential to become Law of The Land's extinction-bred dead
Ship's assail and nothing can halt the motion of the ocean, Earth spins, I float above, below the sea
Scouting the terrain for the place in Space to settle down from the fitness' survival to retire, just be.

Fish and kelp left by the maker of this dream in a garden rising above hydrogen & oxygen, salty
Of and by the Earth, it is as it's always been & as it will always be, love, hope that faith is faulty
Because when this is all done, you've got to go nowhere or heaven or hell, as above so it is below
No wonder the boys & girls got so sad, sang & played the fool's strings, banged their drum solo.

Pumped up your courage to show the presence of power, the respect for alpha-ape is understood
Appearance of the tiny power as no power at all until it's yielded when guided by Reason's mood
Hot or freezing cold, it is what it is, there's no other option, the Good is not the Evil & vice versa
Creeping into the crack in your defense, I devour the host, just a virus you can't annihilate, GA!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, May XVIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted out of the #EventHorizon for posterity while jammin' to #BWStevenson's #MyMaria on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mAQlg2qSR2w}

STOP, YOU'RE FIRED! ESCORTED FROM THE BUILDING . . . #WhenTheGeneralsTalk #DRAKE2 #Skynyrd2024

BLOW YOUR BOX TOP, COACH SKYNYRD TOPS DOWN

Michigan survey and Mississippi poll data indicate you’ve got big trouble in small China

What in the intercourse of animals is going on within the atmospheric pressure love spa
Password forgotten, identity of face, fingerprints, DNA CODE of extinction Singularity fix
One myriad of atoms dump into the Void, Nothing alive beyond the Void licks and kicks

Nothing is fair, sometimes you win & other times you lose, winning losers of a holy game
Man and woman, human beings all, not aliens from another star in the land of the lame
You ain’t no antichrist, you’re no prochrist, you’re no devil in disguise or no-body losers
F-bomb use by the women points to the decline of civilization, give mamas the fingers.

You will like it or lump it, means if you abhor the thing then remove its presence in sight
We move without thinking, we’ll die & remain the same, without thinking of a good fight
Symptomatic of the disease, it’s a quality I’ve tended to with revolutionary artificial intel
UFO crashes in Time & Space give us the crumbs of infinity, travel e=mC2’s rang a bell.

Boiling hot and frozen stiff in the middle of a bizarre world, animate the cats on the block
They all await the ending, some look forward to being dead in heave, others do hard rock
Back & forth in the cradle, baby looks up just like the day it’s gonna die, no beat or pulse
Into the center of the core, in the middle where nothing is surrounded by everything else.

Suckin’ wind out of the restroom allows no more breathing in or out of the inner sanctum
Bloody thoughts have no blood at all, ideas called thoughts with jigger shots of 151 rum
Primary or secondary, hearts beat in all synchronization with the Earth’s rattle & hum play
All gone away forever, sender unknown, address unknown, #SkibbidyDoo, so yesterday.

Something changed, nothing is the same as it was yesterday, troubles seem far, far away
Laughing and crying about this or that story, #LouieLouie sang a song, tonight at ten PM
She’ll do it again & again because it’s the nature of insanity, expecting unexpected Zen
We know nothing, we’re the rocket men with one love, pop your tarts & blow me today.

Do not touch my wife or my husband with your eyes or your hands or you will disappear
As soldiers do on the battlefield and airmen who crash and burn aircraft that fly by ear
Suffering stops when the pain ends a connection with the vibration of immanent death
Back off of the thought, store it in back of the mind to recollect at-will, hold your breath.

Laugh at the serious people and their theories of reality which have no grounded being
Inside of the forms, shapes are unrecognizable, outside and inside don’t coincide at all
Higher above the air to breathe, a soul without a body, flies with abandon, hear it sing?
What we are is an atomic conglomeration, star-sons of Adam, Time & Space cool thing.

Narcissistic as you are, you think you’re not so much, right or wrong, the point is moot
Nothing’s happening to the things we are, a scent of nothing at all wafts through afoot
Nonsense and logic merge into inductive and deductive arguments for pan philosophy
Horizontal moves of my head-cam, follow the tilt & pan shots circular jerk of Divinity.

Balance on your ball with a plank of petrified wood, moving to and fro, tilt & pan shots
You’ve got nothing but Time until you don’t have it any longer, lose Space & lose Time
High low inner being, animated and excited like a divine flambe nobody knows is Fire
Spark out of nowhere, friction or spontaneous combusted, ride dirty up-country here.

God ain’t helping, that’s not the divine task, struggling for existence is tantamount ego
Staying alive in the body, healthy without invasive plunges into my skin, no shots Bro!
I’m not havin’ it, nobody knows what happens when we die, no heaven or hell likely
Simple mind, brain workin’ the room, applause & an encore, that’s the ticket, To Me!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XIV^th  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Cast these aspersions toward the #Genome, toss the salad for monkeys who want the #TrojanHorse in the house, while listenin’ to #TheyNotLikeUS #DRAKE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Xty2gi5cMa8?si=EQaXuUHQtHrZK2mU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?