#ExcitementContained #HEART & #BabyMonkeyBackwardOnAnOinker #StairwayToCielo #HowFarIsHeaven?

CASTING ASPERSION-SPELLS, BABYAPE FORTE

Your parents forced you to behave with a set of moral rules inherited from dead bones

Correct me if I’m wrong but fully consume the force-fed fodder you’re about to receive

Beginning with subjects & objects, we predicate them with young Dick & Jane children

On to Aristotle & Plato’s Socratic dialogue between savants & ignorant masters of sin.

Above and below, the politics and economics rule the roost, keeping order of all things

Once a cell splits in mitotic excitement, it’s nearly out of control in it’s duplication rings

Around the Rosie or around the block like Jenny, it’s all a dance around Stonehenges

Crop circles for all with a summer solstice to boot, rebooting ad infinitum, Simon says.

Before your brain programmed in code, nonsense of the Word-Up, no word went down

Fresh as the air before the seed split in two, it was peace and solitude of the Superego

Nothing before nor after the thought of this and only this, I and only I am the One, it’s so

To me, this world doesn’t exist For Me, if it exists without me, it ain’t my damn concern.

While I’m still breathing with a steady heartbeat, low BP, low Cholesterol & the Eve lady

High or low for the #Woke down the middle of a road, stayin’ alive to avoid a wet dream

Skepticism satisfied by the revolutionary awareness that Life is indeed solipsistic candy

Coddle your dense decisions in a knuckle sandwich, completely chew, don’t swallow it.

You are a cool #Foody and you know your scat doesn’t have the doom odor of mankind

You get the vitamins and minerals from the salivates of the dog-god mouth you all find

Then the wasted mastication is removed in several napkins, a nuisance to wait staffers

Garbage, refused trashed delicacies of human pie-holes, dumped ocean, Pacific Sur’s.

You’re making the comfort level too high, your footballs bounce and are bound to fail

No Safety, Extra Point, Field Goal or Touchdown for the boys and girls to scissor hail

Who stretches before a mastication of candy that will jack your mind into oblivion hehl

Clubs are a bit tight so I’ll need to stretch out my yodel for the pending roll in the hay.

Why is your face full of make-up, because of hot, bright lights or the wrinkled reality?

Try not to look at the reflection of your form in a mirror or calm pool of liquid, salty sea

Real intelligence found by the Artificial Intelligence’s due diligence and pending doom

Part your hair down the middle until our bald ancestry becomes our empty headroom.

Sense and immersion in deep where it all began, a chaos of pitiful pre-scat growth

History is hysterical I hypothesize with rational yet unprovable assumptions, an oath

That I’ll be prepared as a cub scout in a wolf pack, outside a lion’s den of arrowhead

Snake-bit on a hike, died all alone in a cave near the bank of an American riverbed.

Heights way down under the surface where nothing floats or flies above it but rebels

Like it or not, disobey the laws regulating all too human behavior & you pay the piper

If you are ignorant of the law & break it, you still must pay the piper, it’s your debt fools

If you die during the violation through your own or other firearm or sheath, sing blues.

Vikings to Wisemen who are all leftovers from the battles and wars, lost & won in vain

Couldn’t take it past the rigor mortis and all that you don’t want to know, maggots rain

Staying alive in the middle of threats to end your animation in this dream of a demigod

Do the math, add to One, you’ll find out, Buddha & Christ drive a 1957 Chevy hotrod.

When you sleep, when you can’t remain awake, it’s the same as being dead, you see

Pairs of triplets and quadruplets could repopulate the ancestors’ DNA, miracle that I be

Acid in the solar Big Bang at 93 million miles, here & now we are Earth, y’all too human

Boys, girls, men, women, animals, insects, plants, microbes, out the Singularity of Man.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Copped a Sneak while writing this piece of dog’s god, forward & backward while jammin’ to #DeletedSenesSTRIPES LINK @ https://youtu.be/BOtsAHB5fAc?si=Vg4zzhq_Bte8FQH1 }

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Predication complications

Early in the AM, even an idiot wakes up for a momentous shunning on Earth

Subjects triple-double as objects & fact of life is that Life is a DNA TNT ride

There’s nothing like a real thing, baby, over here down home by my cool side

When y'all are already gone, it’s OK ‘cause I know you comin’ back, ne'er.

Immortal touches below ground, six feet under or just dust to the wind gales

Beating up the family of jewels from diamonds to sapphires glowing to fade

When pain & suffering leave way for the pleasure of feeling too good to be

True to yourself & your cherished candy, saved all the good ones I can’t see.

Came above the surface's deep-dive currents flowing from the core's sets

To go wives & all of the all too humane inseminators who came out closets

Off a #BarbaryCoast goin’ south with a breeze from a stern or port of a ship

Touched deeply down into the psyched-up spiritual soul, in a psychic flip.

Punks get blue just like well-adjusted, mature ones ‘cause they’re too human

Are you tryin’ to push me over the cliff, no god or dog there before any man?

Kid Christian actions & reactions to a Cabalistic, rock & roll rules ala Greeks

Describe the sadness in the fourered room, without none of the many freaks.

Pumped up with the bad vibrations from the syncopated waste, astrosphere

Pinkish red to purple-blue, rainbow of a frequency hidden frequency’s tear

H2O dripping as if there was a separation of hydrogen & oxygen, outter blue

I swear, ain't getting to the end with eyes wide open, closed without a clue.

By the sides of an outback, caught in the system’s muck & mire, all true love

You couldn’t make any of this up & noone cares that you're below, as above

Trinity of Goers & Olive Oyls rulin’ the roost of One & the Many, inked pens

Commandments of the golden rules for the beasts within infants of queens.

No way on this one way street anyone can mistake the dead end, high curb

It was 50 feet of grass sod with two cottonwood monster trees 20 feet apart

You and your father may not know one another but that doesn't matter all

It's all your karma way of paying back anything you've loaned from the Ball.

Earth rolls, revolves in revolution around the son, wobbles in happiness sin

Paying back the totally unprovable violation you're responsible for, anyway...

You gotta go I know, so do I and it's not due to ennui or lost in a form, a dot

Some acid became self-conscious of that which came from nothing's shot!

Screamed by unknown voices, invisible pool of white noise and shark fins

Soon enough, although it may be much later than you’ll ever see, die in sins

You know like I know something, it’s Matter, Energy, Time & Space searching

Complexion identical in the darkness, there’s no light in a black, holy thing.

Keep an open mind, you'll need it once you discover the nature of your Id

A ruler of your Ego & SuperEgo, an imaginary thing itself, it thinks, I am it

Yoyo flippin' around the world, walkin' the dog & a plethora of tricks, I'll vet

Bang sounds loud when it echoes in a small room, the echo is asd clear as chit.

Hum vibrations stretched animals’ skin & plucked E, A, B, C, D, F or high E

We know the banjo & ukulele & mandolin search for hillbilly souls in the hills

Islands or deep in-country where wise men fear to go, welcome supper spit

You may be a main dish without you, hope & faith you’re eyes are open pit.

Poly-synchronicity with a waxing gibbous moon, Earth-bound satellite bang

Lovers underneath have hearts beating too hard to let them be climaxing

Neither more nor less than the passion of being human we're born to sting

Two hearts meeting, middle of nowhere start beating as one, gong bell ring.

Woman is all we’ve got to protect the survival of the species, they're crucial

We’re sufficient but we ain’t necessary at all, men, priests, parents of ‘em all

Bringing the loaves & fish to the idiots tryin’ to recreate Woodstock mortals

All of 'em originals, dead & gone, crippled with amnesia, too high my pals!

Think the thoughts of a good, an evil or an ugly finale end, a final deep fake

Mothers and fathers of ancestors & descendants of them, we dream awake

Look me square in the eye & tell me you’ve deep dived into Earth’s ground

Same old ways and means that can’t change, stars shine on top 40 sound!

Love, climaxing new life that bursts into many from the One sacrifice a day

As if we don’t know this is all a dream, something dropped a thin dime

Follow timeline either side of the zero-origin, positive a la right, negative left

On board before the flood, floating 'til land came back into sight, it was gone

Time is comin’ for some soul-searchin’ effort to avoid heart bridges undeaf

Change came & everything mutated like it was meant to be, right of wrong.

You thought you knew what needed to be done, you were right on the money

Shot the pistol’s rounds deep into an enemy’s body & soul, paid high, honey

Said & done before it was too late to forget about it rested, luck-charmed life

Farewells or greetings for all too human beings, innocent & at one, cut knife.

Blown horn, strummed strings pick modified frets in harmony, skin & metal

Light or heavy is just One's way of expressing subject or object predication

Tryst of modifiers like adjectives & adverbs complementing nouns to scuttle

Zombi or not, body-form of humanity's DNA/RNA, mother-in-law kin, my son.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 6-17-1972 Anno Domini @ 0420 hours

{ Drafted in a rage within for no reason, alter-ego kicked this instead of the dog while jammin’ to @TheBeachboys #Darlin & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/iXhB2uETzP0?si=-7ZhL-WePg5gC5oP }

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HappyFathersDayWeek #GrammasHand #Matrices & #Godfatherz4 #ParrotHeads @JimmyBuffett

SWEETER THAN JESUS' HOLY BODY OF ULTRAVIOLET WORK
Imposters will rock this world until the real ones show their thousand faces, they're the chit
Of being alive on Earth whether before or after an imaginary zero year of the planetary s#it
Whatever it is, it's going around and it comes around ad infinitum, border to coasts of sand
Dirt and snow make the thing itself appear to be more than it's essence, it's a thin man.

Partly of the Time and Space where you've accidentally been deposited into darkness’ pit
To see The Light coming at birth & lose the light altogether at death, that's life man, that's it
Sure it's uncertain that there's a soul/spirit independent of a body's skull & bones, it's faith
Believe it or not, it will be the way it will be either way you jump to a conclusion, it's a fate.

Sons completely free to roam the prairie until humans trap & kill you for your body's blood
Drunken gods, eating the flesh that grew from an invisible egg & flagellating in a dark hood
Too much to handle for anyone over the age of sixty, therefore sanctuary's door’s padlocked
Too late for elders to absorb the facts of life, they're lucky they've lived so long in a head.

My ancestors & descendants who've been ruled by dictators, kings, queens & able bodies
Every single one of them, educated or ignorant, all were born innocent of original apple sins
Preschooled in the elementary & higher levels of language & mathematics, I'm still the One
That's a single thing I know for certain since everything, every category is suspected reason.

Suns are stars and there's zillions of them in empty Space, on the other hand, only One RA
Callin' this thing you're experiencing whatever you please, the Word itself is cock's formula
Recipe in code which none have the key to other than us & we're blinkin' four eyes to bury
Standing at the door, remain still or open & enter the portal, jump out of the second story.

Funky facts sent via fax or twixt in code red, meeska, mooska, mouses, we're all gonna die
As a humdinger hurled from mound to the battery box only to die being a payback whack
Homer players do nothing but win if hey can and lose only if necessary & sufficient shtick
I know you don't know like I know, so all you do is laugh when all I can do is weep & cry.

Preach to me man, you got no clue on what to do, waiting for the po’ #UBER ride to you
Where you went & why you left make no difference to me, I’ll move heaven above too
If it’s in my way, welcome to oblivion, I’ll even save you from the monsters of the monks
Nobody is home, ain’t nobody in the cave, daddy’s gone, left us all alone in the high funk.

On the far side of the far end of the yard stick full of millimeters and degrees of separation
I welcome the unwelcome to enter the merge of their energy to re-identify with the zygote
One that came before opinions that all of the assholes have, it's the nature of the beast skin
Cover up of a Future stank before it happened in reality, as I will, all lookin' for gunga din.

You got your pogo stick & you can’t jump around like you used to when you were twelve
Fall down on the concrete curb or alleyway or asphalt turf in the street, bloody scab life
Hurry faster than I can go, fall down on the ground over and over, stayed down there too
Last call was six feet under, what I’ve done, well it’s all over, my atoms crumble to blue!

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W.W.A.R.D.?

TRYIN’ TO GET OVER

SHOOT YO’ SHOT

DON’T STOP

EYE WON’T TALK

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June XIV, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Ate up real estate to regurgitate & defecate or urinate as above, so below, keepin' the fire lit inside of the diaper pamper written in fecal matter, just checkin' to see if anyone's readin' this...  wrote this while jammin' to @BareNakedLadies #HITS on youTube link @LIBERTY FATHERS DAZED }

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