#SkimCream #GoldenMeow #Beyonce #Taylor #BlackSpace @CarlosSantana @TheOJays #SexualHealing @Marvin_Gaye @Sublime #DateRAPE

Sycophant admiral, General private
X X X the 3rd Marines
This is it, how it’s going to be from now on out to the ending, the finale’s last curtain call
Abrupt or long time coming wait for infinity to arrive at the unknown Singularity to fall
Down deep to the bottom of the pit that you never know hit you between the eyes’ high
As if you’ve drunk or ingested something that nobody can inject as venom or smack dope.

Begin at the finish line, it’s the same as the start in retrograde backward, for the life of me
Nowhere else the game can be is here, now, this here & that there pieces of the holy & free
Worth fighting and dying for, liberty to roam Earth unfettered by regulatory hierarchy codes
Required, desired & needed for the survival of the species genome in sexual healing modes.

Frozen stiff and locked into an unconscious place in Space where nobody goes but me, sacred
My bare feet step in & out of the same place twice, yet the fact is, same river ain’t the same
Same in name only, for goodness’ sake and not for the sake of clarity or divine indoctrination
Goodness’ place before the place we’ve come to stay & pray, down deep quickening chagrin.

Your letters & numbers were all memorized from 6 to 76 then I got 86’d from my own bar
Real things don’t come along very often so it’s a novelty to be given full attention, arrest it
Focus upon the marked spot, in the solar plexus where you can knock a cold wind out easy
Make a grown man get on his bare knees and pray to God or the powers that be, I’m xyzzy.

Fairway I navigate my own way, driving into the dogleg for a chip over the bunker’s green
I don’t golf but I did read about a golfer y’all ought to make acquaintance, king or queen
His name is Albert, my father who created me, why did I look past him, above or below it
The Man showed me the narrow way, reality of musician & philosopher of the bull’s scat.

Holy or just a bit less than sacred into the profane oneness of burning into ash in a hot fire
No free choice about that, nobody gets out alive in a fire or out of it into an ocean of H2O
Jump to a conclusion, believe blind assumptions are immutable, induce & deduce the blow
Everything’s synchronized timing, invisible thing itself, @Ai cyborg, forgot about it, I’m a liar.

Love means doing unto every other person as you would want them to do to you, It’s OK
Gods don’t come down or go up, from heaven or hell, mythological blind faith for giggles
Old men and women wanted to shield the innocent among us, fictionalized a human play
As you get closer to the final resting spot of your memories and karma, that day is today.

Comfortable when you breathe in and out before anyone can hear your output, psycho
Neurosis of the personality inherited from the complex of your parental guidance mumbo
Jumbo as it was before you were conceived & as it will be once you’re just dust in the wind
Nothing and nobody was here before the Big Bang, Silent Whimper will be a solo, I’ll find.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July 3rd 2024 Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Compiled while reality impinged it’s claws upon my virgin crawl-space & jammin’ to the mighty #WhiteBoyDoesTheApollo link @ https://youtu.be/nNIi_sEsjgY?si=Eem8Swy61k3to6SJ & #TheRichGetRicher #TheOjays link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGTwr8ba2ZM&list=PLreahN7ishnlibbshPLQIYFxYWjmVEPSC&index=6 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BitterEnding #OriginalSigns #GoAheadMeetABearInTheWoods #HikeBearHike @Chicago86Bears #PinkCadillacBoss' #Lido @BozSkaggs

#BROKENHALO WHEN EVERYTHING ABOVE IS ONE TOTALLY BLACK & HOT PINK CADILLAC

Here to teach the flocks of naïve & innocent souls through no fault of their own, lost in Space
It’s all about the love in the jungle where it’s kill or be killed for breakfast or lunch in the face
Of the descendants and their kin, the ancestors have left their marks, the writing on the walls
In concrete caves, on rock/dirt walls are scratches of commands to empty Montezuma’s halls.

From Tripoli to Rockford, only the strong survive until the bitter end when we all gotta go to it
Ends of the most far-fetched tale ever told, saga of serial nightmares, broken wings truly do fit
Here, now forever man & woman making more of the same that used to be, Sun’s bye & bye
God before the planet’s awareness of itself, the sea of knowing Nothing but solid, liquid, fly.

Learned the way is narrow and not for anyone who loves the place in Space where they thrive
Remain aware that without your senses, sight & sound can’t allow the illusion to be a live hive
Gone before they knew it, the buried in boxes & repatriated ash in the wind & sea, saved soul
Flight neither up nor down, thoughts’ idea of a brain’s creation was Reality ala divinity’s hole.

Science & scientists who direct the causes & effects to help the broken halos’ grounded wings
Got the conclusion in an imaginary priest who came from & went back to the bye & bye, sings
Melody of the unforgotten with the pickin’ & grinnin’ it deserved, just for being the absolute
Relativity in the General & Specific category of the Substance & Form, a Word remains moot.

Stay in the groove, the long playing record may be more or less RPM’s than what’s normal 45
Deduced inductions required for a thing itself to originate the empty symbols of dead & alive
When you’re gone, its all over, no hell or heaven because of a free will of original signal signs
Monuments of high rocks eventually will atrophy above, as below into supernova gold mines.

Answers to rhetorical questions have flavor of their own, easy to be amused at the facts of life
Those immutable truths about broken halos that used to fly, neither here nor there, my wife
Out or in a busy drive-thru to get it, animal-style, double-double with crisp, French-fried spud
On the road in no time, sky’s the limit just because it’s all there is, war is over it, cryptic blood.

I’ve got a secret that I can’t remember, it’s under lock & key inside of a box’s total emptiness
Deep-fried chicken and innards of them, the chitlins, the guts full of bird scat, eat 12 eggs less
Bacon bit meat of pigs, jerky meat of the cows & bulls of four-legged species, hunted & fished
Burned atoms into wavelengths and frequencies too high or low to mix up dead in a bunkbed.

I entered the cockpit in front of the pilot who rolled me around in outer space, ready to rock
Once the aircraft left gravity & increased velocity toward heaven, it was a point of no return
Mouth shut except for response to command inquiries, “How you doin’? Everything solid?”
My response, “Fine, sir, yes, sir, solid! Copy that.” I feel as if my brain’s turned to Kool-Aid.

Liver allowing no poison to enter the pure system of immortal breathing Space in and out
The atmosphere to the lungs and back, the odor from the burnt Earth’s crude, Earth’s pout
Alone without another being, human or otherwise, even celluloid replicas better than Zip
Yet, nevertheless, white buffalo calf born to the black buffalo is the divinity’s record skip.

Superstitious life to believe you’re gonna die & be alive in a non-corporal way, I mock y’all
You’re all a mockery, priestly preachers’ cleric staffs of the saving Corp’s guilty pleasure ball
Earth, a planet, a burnt asteroid-like nature, ejected from Big Bang triggers knockin’ knees
Bones exposed to children, now they’ve gone psychotic & neurotic until graduation’s keys.

Up unto the hilt, squeeze your bagpipes and twang your juice harps to trigger the warnings
Beware of the immortal black dogs, you’re the food for thought, as an unholy canary sings
About Shakespeare, about Socrates & the progeny of the idiots swingin’ extinction, all dead
Here’s your bonus, here’s your penalty, break even, prefabricate the lead, it’s Gold, Ahmed!

Nobody gets too far on their own, need your mama’s milk or a substitute nurture, maybe us
All of us are the required essence, nobody gets out alive, we’re all in it together, git on the bus
Cookies and pickles, eggrolls and sausage tortillas persuade the starving & it’s just bull’s chit
Picking you or me before the game begins is cool, the end game is always, I win, you lose it!

I rolled with it baby, I didn’t lose my soft/hard touch, it’s locked into the program’s desires
Higher or lower than the bottom-up line, I’m where it’s at, where it has to be, straits are dire
Sweet as honey and as bitter as the ends, here’s a Big Butt for your gigabytes, one supreme 9
They know nothing about assumptions, probability knowledge is possible is Nil, that’s Nein!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini 711 AMPST
{ Boys to Men, Crush The Boys, Man Be Unkind, DIK, blasted this chit while listening to
#MyMix #ArethaAndMyPix on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dtd3Wzn_YK8?si=Gq-SC-9jgWIeR6bJ }

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

bloody cool as lava #TheRealThing #AintNothinLikeIt

m.a.s.h.  mobile surgery planet cake

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