bloody cool as lava #TheRealThing #AintNothinLikeIt

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Signaling from far, far away that there’s nothing more nor less here and now but I digress
This here little ditty ain’t for the faint of heart nor the children from 0-70 years old incest
Thinking about this therefore, I exist as you do, hear me out for a moment, I know tradition
Yet this tradition is occult for the ones who don’t have a need to know, it’s originally no sin.

To know it all, why we’re here on Earth at this Time in Space, at least for our true selves too
Desire and fear merge into full on power to create or destroy the universe, we spit in the blue
Taking Word for the Truth itself when it’s a mere tool to express the thing before a word’s said
Inducted into the hall of iniquity where the hidden can be unveiled for the living & the dead.

Masters and slaves born to be wild and tamed to fit into the mold of adaptable existence DNA
By their own handy, divine force, invisible or ten commands, declared constitutions of the day
Independence from the masters who crack whips & force slaves to comply with propaganda
As if the words mean that the fear of matter will be assuaged, no matter what happens in play.

Jungle bunnies ruining the stage performance of the One, the only me, myself and a 3rd eye
One of the many that sees what it sees and then see no more, as it was & always will be, I see
Everything from the first atom to the final arpeggio from the treble & bass of the musical Ends
Playin’ the hot top 50 for me, chills recollecting in my wallet, worked to feed those girlfriends.

Preview of the real thing and then compare it to the false nothing leftover when you meditate
Grounded to your picture hangin’ on the wall, all I have to see since you went on a tour of duty
Commander of the troops who guard the golden letters of the United States, harm nobody’s eye
Glasses made to break into bits of bites so tiny you can’t see them but you know it ain’t too late.

Tourniquets for all the wounded losing blood fast, you got to keep the blood from turning red
Keep it separated from the other things that turn black & blue once the verve moves on to it
Like gravitational pull upon my soul, it’s draggin’ me & mine down the maelstrom going down
Never comin’ back to the place in Space I was before, what a classic saga of getting my frown.

Sad that it’s come to this, explains the frown, like I can’t bring back the happy daze of the 60’s
Hippies are all gone, Nam heroes & ex-girlfriends who married somebody else, welcome home
Swearing all of the words from A to Z that make all the good boys & girls go to confession to see
What goes in one ear and out another like the speed of sound, 1800 feet per second it can’t be!

Yet it is, around the four corners we’ve run the dozens too long & now we’ve got to rest it up
It’s a long way to the top of the Earth’s apex when you can’t get around the equator’s cafe cup
Follow all the ants, follow the gents & ladies to the Space between their eyes, empty or full of It
O’er here or o’er there, beware dogs, see the exit, you may need to leave in a New York Minute.

Move your eyes over here & look at me, don’t look away, never look away when you speak God
Communication and communion with anything and anyone is a gift, you’re a souped up hotrod
Presented with an ability to telecommunicate with a separate, disconnected entity, it’s so cool
Faster than hot, quicksand suckin’ weight down below the choke line, struggle it’s quickening.

Mercy to none and grief for all who see Life as something more than an accident of nature
Conditioned babies to think there’s a Big Guy up in the Sky for catching souls dyin’ to get in
Into the wild, blue yonder before it turns to dots of shine down in a deep, dark fold of black
Pine smoked, hash toked, mainlined the blues & the rhythm, seminal moment, I Am Back!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, June XXXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Intercoursed concourse with the Concord Speed Of Sound & Infrared Waves jammin’ to #NothingLikeTheRealThing @ https://youtu.be/0Niou3l6Zcc }
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Carcass BBQ For The Brothers From Other Mothers & Sisters #Cheech #Chong #BoogieWoogieChooChooTRAIN

cast aspersions, name’s phil herup

Fill’er up your 1 ounce brain with potential fodder for the process of elimination

Written words are spoken after it’s thought, origin of species is of the men & mice
Killed the performance of the millennium just for kicks, schtick is original as sin
Computer in hand, plugged into cadmium’s free radical of the political, social skin.

I’m not the one to talk, but since this is writing, I’m one to speak the word of one man
Neither the good, a bad or ugliest of them all, in my own mind, I’m the One’s only one
Anyone else wouldn’t be able to handle the Truth, incredible like all prefabricated scat
Spirit you blow into a ferocious substance that crawled out of the muck & mire of shat.

Holy families don’t exist on planet Earth, fallibility is not an option for the pope nor I
In the end of the beginning is the creator of the dream, alone & asleep in a cloud bed
Above or below, a song remains the same, not a lead zeppelin but that’s all she wrote
Da bears out the windy city or jets out the big apple’s core, final score’s point is moot.

Dream within a poor dream, it’s squared and then cubed for chits and giggles for sure
Certainty is that uncertainty is the principle you cannot deny, knowledge is impossible
It is for me to know & you to psycho-analyze your formation, your opinion deductions
Always look at the cell @11:11, twenty-four seven happens without you too, my sons.

Daughters and your mothers just like your sisters and a hundred grandmothers agree
It’s all about you now until you can’t breathe with or without a soul or black belt degree
Treat or the tricks of the trade are the remarkable cause of life itself, mitotic divisional
What you are from an original sinner in a garden of Gotham or Eden, God’s hadron cell.

Scared of you & your mother’s sister’s granddaughters because of all their good ol’ folks
And you know the difference between a nightmare & a daydream, you gotta be so woke
To know what wisdom is all you need to know, only you know it or not, roll the die hole
Stress kills peace of mind you need to survive in health & wellness, a career advise her.

Get far away from me before you fall down and hit your head, you’ll be consumed in fire
Things matter as Earth does, molecular structured hard atoms atop the funeral’s hot pyre
There is a bridge too far to cross for any human but the divine can traverse it momentarily
Y’all know it well, you’ve assumed too much yet remain insane in the 2nd City, my pretty.

Milkshake of bottles of bourbon when the earth quaked a moment ago, only a shot is left
For my benefit and six cracked-up eggs in the crate, life itself is the luck of a random draw
Begin with political science and the wet dream of life without any debt, gold calf of straw
On the right with the maggots who hung with the lord of the flies, spirit loves a third shift.

On the QT system of beauties and beasts humans balk at the finale before the end of Time
Not only but also this here and that there, singing a ballad in harmony with One’s hard dime
You must be in good condition to analyze a discombobulated myriad of entrails out of God
Spiders in or out of maniac men, bats out of Woman, saga has a finale, my vetted hotrod.

Now then, whispering sooner or later won’t help the impossible become possible, a slave
From start to finish, an amalgam of serene laughter in a den of iniquity or any cat’s house
Baby has no idea what the elder human will uncover in the name of Science, a bat’s cave
Pronto or in the nightmare’s due time, the product hurts nobody but the dirty, rotten louse.

Basement door’s locked and I can’t open it without knowing the combination to the lock
Are you crazy or what? Whatever is holy cannot be the scatological return to Malibu beach
Where my soul goes between Big Sur and Monterey, southern Cal by Santa Monica’s muse
She won’t leave the beachies alone, it’s not my fault but my obligation to be the outreach.

Demonic saints all dead a long time ago, postmortem when blood doesn’t flow #In&Out
Between head to the toes, the heart pumps it with the pressure of the Love within doubt
Dreaming about gods lying to the dead guys who left the orally written words, insanity fur
You know and I know the reason for everything that exists in reality as we know it, LSD blur.

Quicksilver and the lead you transmuted to pure gold, via the theft of secrets of occult ilk
Masquerading as the chosen of the creator of Man & Man’s all too human world, coco milk
Hair of the dog cannot stand on end when the pate is shaved & shined, nails painted fuscia
Sunsetting mothers’ graves that lie six feet underground embalmed or wishbone in an urn.

Band of rock has a visual aid for the faint of heart, armed & dangerous for the self-defense
Scrapes scratched deep wounds into lucid dreams you can’t recollect, I’ll inject the venom
Poisonous asps in a snake pit giving snakebites to one another’s two eyeballs & goat skulls
Doppelganger on the run, look into the fractured mirror, cracked & stained rosy pink petals.

Dreary night after you discover that you’re a moron and always have been an idiot, for real
Part your long hair down the middle for your long stay in the blue platinum quicksilver seal
Keep your timing in a Ball jar like any other fabulous concoction of liquid sea gram for me
Any time you want to feed the monster to let it suck on your teat, rock-a-by my baby, free.

As something is like nothing you’ve ever dreamed of on Earth, you’ll never know terrorisms
For nothing has no reason, it’s nothing that you can subjectivize or objectivize my old sonny
Common knowledge innate within the genome has everything in chemical codex, harmony
Hater of love for pyramids’ salutes to king of kings, 1st God of sedition, straight up treasons.

What I am, hated the dream when it ended but only because I thought it was reality, I think
Hitting the whole shebang like I aimed my arrow dead at the target’s bull’s eye, scat stank
Misty tears cloud my insight, but it still is as clear as daytime in the fog of war, it’s Showbiz
Fill the head up with the scat you’ve been eating and drinking, it’ll all come out in the ends.

Aftereffects of the naked apes playin’ games without knowing all the rules of love’s chaos
Sudden impact on an egg in the womb’s room, you find Nothing more than an empty blouse
Whine about your stupid little gold man you didn’t get, you’re an inch away from being afoot
How you got here & why you’re here & now is the most important fact of life to know about.

Whitefish in the sea for the old man or his younger woman fan, appeared out of nowhere
Specialty you’ve operated on for years & years is born and become still, dying of darkness
Fire first then ice cold, empty deadness’ opportunity knocking with a joke about idiotic chit
Harmony & discord accomplish everything from Big Bang to our own particular Singularity.

Myriad of smoke and mirrors available for lease, infinity & the void of the Black Hole are in
Holy ghosts and the rest of the malarkey being swallowed by fish, hook, line & sinker within
They are supernatural and they know it, one thing for certain, it’s stuck on repeat forever too
Cool, I’m smooth and copacetic, Mona Lisa and Cleopatra following me, I am psycho-blue.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, June XXVIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST
{ Sucked out of the holes I’ve inherited from the genome while jammin’ to the tune #WhereTheCountryGirlzAt? Link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=JAXzXiwgg1sNtyb5 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#KeepThemSeparated #YouGotTo #GladYouHaveNoBravado

FIRST LADY WOULDN'T THROW MATE UNDER A BUS

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Bleach in your arm would kill the virus?  Are you out of your ever-lovin' mind, ship of fools' make-up

Regardless of your sidestepping on stepping stones in the halls of freaks of nature, brothers n' sisters

Content is rollin' from the bottom to the top, like cream rising from the dregs of the basement's shop

Bottles of wine are all empty, drank all the Boone's' Farm & Spinada right out the bottle, I got jitters.

I didn't even spill any wine, drank every drop from my grandfather's wine cellar in 'Chi' on Ohio Street

I played baseball and basketball and football either baked or inebriated on some type of enhancements

Tried to pump up the muscles 'til the rips & tears of the meniscus and then it was off of my feet to pay

Longer than a short time but not as short as you'd want it, it was like orbiting Earth forever & a day.

On the cuff I've got a link, 18 of the cuffs for the 9-hole link at the club, I am a member of a Guild

You may not have heard of them, all of us are undercover lovers of the Truth, raw & occult filled

Bibles, books, beans and big brother funneling us into the tunnel, roller coaster cannot terminate

To the end after about 25 thrilling climbs, deep falls from 100's of feet above the tarmac, 1st date.

It was all over for me, the one I should have coupled with moved on to repopulate Earth with 8 kids

None of them mine, all of them, three different fathers, the 1st two died while on their fireman jobs

Firefighters so brave, they rush into danger ahead as if it's the only way to work for love of money

Wooden boards planed from the logs of the redwoods and my love for the forest of an empty city.

Perfectly off kilter as it should be, fighting the power until it gives up the push and the shove

Every spin & wobble of Earth in every town across all 7 continents, keeps gravity up above

The molten core of the planet leaves you with no other choice than to assume Earth's breath

It does what it does and we're passengers at the mercy of the odds that I'm needed for death.

Leftists of the Far Right have infiltrated the rank & file of the clowns, junkies & relatives

Distant cousins and close strangers you've seen & touched in their nakedness, bones within

Make the deal, it's an art and only the losers don't get it, they repeat ad infinitum, mortal sin

Mortal meaning the "Living" skin & bones, free will, nerves, mental thoughts of divine lives.

Baptized with water, if Earth was dry, we wouldn't have come to be that way, spit, but why

Knowing what I know means I really don't know what I thought I knew which is nothing, sigh

Killed the dead guys and brought them back to life like Frankenstein, you moron!  It's an idiot

Bastards deleted the load, it's not saved, it's lost in space, you're many too late, you're a robot!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 6-28-2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{  Tricked this out of the universe while jammin' to @WARtheBand #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=ckDvu7lJ8d51txbY }

 

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