Too Cool For School, As It Was #SmootherThanSilk

FIT FOR SURVIVAL, REMEMBERING THE RECOLLECTION

No whining when you have good bread to eat with your vino for suppertime, all ye faithful
Big grandmas & absentee fathers ruling the paper or plastic roosts given to the vengeful
High lights shining above and dimming down under, below the center of the apple’s core
Nobody alive with eyes and ears gets to see or hear the Truth but you can read all about it.

Massive tumors have been found in the Earth’s oceans, mixing cancer with H2O from gods
They left something created out of nothing, let’s be honest, let’s be real here, crypts’ bloods
Nobody ever gets out of this world you see here and now ALIVE, nobody with skin and bones
No dead human with linguistic skills in any tongue of language came back to spill the beans.

There’s one condition that you’ll ever find out the purpose of Life on Earth, you will find it too
Stop the heartbeat for a tick, commitment to stabbing pains in the derriere is tock 23 skidoo
Beware of the dog is what the sign said, big as life right there on the gate of ‘do not enter’ flip
Loud barking scared you from walking up the front steps to the door, loud and clear to skip.

Idiot between the ears above your neck, you do know I’m referring to the one reading it now
Reading it which is this and that encyclopedic of golden books, a compendium of who to blow
Here’s your soul, here’s your body, you’re lucky beyond cosmic origins, a star of Adam’s dent
Nothing more nor less than your parents are responsible for your life choices, you’re innocent.

Of the brains called the place where the minds reside, consider dissecting a cadaver in a lab
As you would expect, just like a worm, a house rat, a gym rat or any other swamp denizen flab
My god, your mom and dad, if you found them alive after being an oblivious toddler, they lied
You remember they promised to love you forever, they never said they’d leave but they died.

Surprise at the mortuary and the nicest people to take your treasure & bury it in gold caskets
Precious charity and the faith that you hoped would carry you to cross to the other side of It
But well, you know, if I told you the Truth, I’d have to terminate your existences of happiness
Totally oblivion is never a welcome contribution to the happiness of 208 bones, yet, I digress.

Nostalgia will be forgotten & will be recollected when your Life flashes before your very eyes
In 182 blinks every single day, you know what I know, since the origin of Time, mankind pies
The Jig is Up, nothing is going on undercover, it’s all above board, only you know like I know
Fun facts are actually just entertainment for those who are aware that Life’s but a wet dream.

Sea of unknown diversity, speaking in Tongues or just loving the tower of Babel, clearly heaven
On Earth, this is how it’s got to be, Catholics, non-Catholics, the Pope, monks & priests of Zen
Quiet is Way, no Way is the Way to go, C.O.W. clips of the week, stipulate extinction, on ‘Man’
As this all turns out above the surface’s ground of being, it’s life or death, in the lioness’ den.

You’ll come around because you’ve got no free choice to break away into Outerspace’s deep
Vitamins and minerals will be your full ape shape, bone marrow being the crème of the heap
Of hating love due to bad news from world about love stinking to high heaven, fire up a blunt
Not for a small reason, a big reason is to keep people who hate smoke, far, far away from fun.

Monkeys aping in the trees until the plateaus and plains cleared of the running dozens’ herds
On the porch, on the corner, on the block like Jenny, moves were made on all four corners’ glue
Passing out and passing away were close to the same phrase, word up or word down, it’s woke
Reality claiming fantasy as concrete as your mother and father in the coffin or casket basket.

Cream of the crop, all I have & all I need, what the others in the dust storm crave in perpetuity
End of the edge of town, it turns pitch black, between the city and a country of foolish breeds
Like the DNA of dogs, cats and bipeds who rule the world, everything is going away, as I bleed
A holy hole in my skin, punctured and wounded my system, repaired, scarred for one third eye.

Circle around the squares who allow blather to replace the silent secrets only the gods know
That is assuming this is not just a random collision of rocks with no personality, as a no-show
So, therefore, in the end, finally, hence I roll on a slippery ice cube’s slippery slope, smear pap
But it’s a repetition of the same old story, over again ad infinitum, it’s a gravitational collapse.

Conceive of your conscience without guilt, innocence from the gods to waste in the bad taste
Of evil backward livers of life, consequences of wisdom is knowledge of Truth, in due haste
Nevermore the raven, the crow or bird of paradise setting the entry bar to high to roll the Dice
Paradise invisible to third eyes’ evolution, you are happy, you lose it, I am the trap of all mice.

Blood from the sun, the star too hot to get near less than 90 million miles, give or take it all
Third stone from the sun, the Son of God, it’s obvious that this is a parody of the Eden Fall
From grace, holy obedience to the Law to be ignorant of the trees full of apples and iHearts
Come along applied, anyone invited, especially mean tweeters of @Twitter, bullseyes’ darts.

Now then, I remember you & what’s going on here, never forget about it, we’re flees on walls
Heard everything everybody has ever said, encapsulating it into a finale end, philosophy calls
Stop, halt all judgements, flow like water down a river full of rocks, boulders of Pebble Beach
Onto the seven seas from the apex of the volcanoes’ snow caps, H2O, I am no son of a fiche.

Freaking out and assimilating to the petri dish of agar, freedom of choice is nobody’s option
Kinship & friendship be damned, sell your soul since it’s an imaginary tool of clear, thin skin
Hurricanes live here, it’s a panhandle, it’s the last stand at the Alamo of Davy Crockett’s kin
Cousins, brother-sisters from other mothers, Walk, Run, Collide, animate it Jane, Dick’s in.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, July IXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Created from the Void while jammin’ to yo’ mama’s apron @ https://youtu.be/K0XCoX8malU?si=m73HmbgFSLnUFjYE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#KeptItSimpleForStupid #SelfSufficientScatForTheVOID #RollTheGDdice

FIT FOR SURVIVAL, REMEMBERING THE RECOLLECTION

No whining when you have good bread to eat with your vino for suppertime, all ye faithful
Big grandmas & absentee fathers ruling the paper or plastic roosts given to the vengeful
High lights shining above and dimming down under, below the center of the apple’s core
Nobody alive with eyes and ears gets to see or hear the Truth but you can read all about it.

Massive tumors have been found in the Earth’s oceans, mixing cancer with H2O from gods
They left something created out of nothing, let’s be honest, let’s be real here, crypts’ bloods
Nobody ever gets out of this world you see here and now ALIVE, nobody with skin and bones
No dead human with linguistic skills in any tongue of language came back to spill the beans.

There’s one condition that you’ll ever find out the purpose of Life on Earth, you will find it too
Stop the heartbeat for a tick, commitment to stabbing pains in the derriere is tock 23 skidoo
Beware of the dog is what the sign said, big as life right there on the gate of ‘do not enter’ flip
Loud barking scared you from walking up the front steps to the door, loud and clear to skip.

Idiot between the ears above your neck, you do know I’m referring to the one reading it now
Reading it which is this and that encyclopedic of golden books, a compendium of who to blow
Here’s your soul, here’s your body, you’re lucky beyond cosmic origins, a star of Adam’s dent
Nothing more nor less than your parents are responsible for your life choices, you’re innocent.

Of the brains called the place where the minds reside, consider dissecting a cadaver in a lab
As you would expect, just like a worm, a house rat, a gym rat or any other swamp denizen flab
My god, your mom and dad, if you found them alive after being an oblivious toddler, they lied
You remember they promised to love you forever, they never said they’d leave but they died.

Surprise at the mortuary and the nicest people to take your treasure & bury it in gold caskets
Precious charity and the faith that you hoped would carry you to cross to the other side of It
But well, you know, if I told you the Truth, I’d have to terminate your existences of happiness
Totally oblivion is never a welcome contribution to the happiness of 208 bones, yet, I digress.

Nostalgia will be forgotten & will be recollected when your Life flashes before your very eyes
In 182 blinks every single day, you know what I know, since the origin of Time, mankind pies
The Jig is Up, nothing is going on undercover, it’s all above board, only you know like I know
Fun facts are actually just entertainment for those who are aware that Life’s but a wet dream.

Sea of unknown diversity, speaking in Tongues or just loving the tower of Babel, clearly heaven
On Earth, this is how it’s got to be, Catholics, non-Catholics, the Pope, monks & priests of Zen
Quiet is Way, no Way is the Way to go, C.O.W. clips of the week, stipulate extinction, on ‘Man’
As this all turns out above the surface’s ground of being, it’s life or death, in the lioness’ den.

You’ll come around because you’ve got no free choice to break away into all Outerspace deep
Vitamins and minerals will be your full ape shape, bone marrow being the crème of the heap
Of hating love due to bad news from world about love stinking to high heaven, fire up a blunt
Not for a small reason, a big reason is to keep people who hate smoke, far, far away from fun.

Monkeys aping in the trees until the plateaus and plains cleared of the running dozens’ herds
On the porch, on the corner, on the block like Jenny, moves were made on all four corners’ glue
Passing out and passing away were close to the same phrase, word up or word down, it’s woke
Reality claiming fantasy as concrete as your mother and father in the coffin or casket basket.

Cream of the crop, all I have & all I need, what the others in the dust storm crave in perpetuity
End of the edge of town, it turns pitch black, between the city and a country of foolish breeds
Like the DNA of dogs, cats and bipeds who rule the world, everything is going away, as I bleed
A holy hole in my skin, punctured and wounded my system, repaired, scarred for one third eye.

Circle around the squares who allow blather to replace the silent secrets only the gods know
That is assuming this is not just a random collision of rocks with no personality, as a no-show
So, therefore, in the end, finally, hence I roll on a slippery ice cube’s slippery slope, smear pap
But it’s a repetition of the same old story, over again ad infinitum, it’s a gravitational collapse.

Conceive of your conscience without guilt, innocence from the gods to waste in the bad taste
Of evil backward livers of life, consequences of wisdom is knowledge of Truth, in due haste
Nevermore the raven, the crow or bird of paradise setting the entry bar to high to roll the Dice
Paradise invisible to third eyes’ evolution, you are happy, you lose it, I am the trap of all mice.

Blood from the sun, the star too hot to get near less than 90 million miles, give or take it all
Third stone from the sun, the Son of God, it’s obvious that this is a parody of the Eden Fall
From grace, holy obedience to the Law to be ignorant of the trees full of apples and iHearts
Come along applied, anyone invited, especially mean tweeters of @Twitter, bullseyes’ darts.

Now then, I remember you & what’s going on here, never forget about it, we’re flees on walls
Heard everything everybody has ever said, encapsulating it into a finale end, philosophy calls
Stop, halt all judgements, flow like water down a river full of rocks, boulders of Pebble Beach
Onto the seven seas from the apex of the volcanoes’ snow caps, H2O, I am no son of a niche.

Freaking out and assimilating to the petri dish of agar, freedom of choice is nobody’s option
Kinship & friendship be damned, sell your soul since it’s an imaginary tool of clear, thin skin
Hurricanes live here, it’s a panhandle, it’s the last stand at the Alamo of Davy Crockett’s kin
Cousins, brother-sisters from other mothers, Walk, Run, Collide, animate it Jane, Dick’s in.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, July IXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Created from the Void while jammin’ to yo’ mama’s apron @ https://youtu.be/K0XCoX8malU?si=m73HmbgFSLnUFjYE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#GODZILLA vs #KingKong

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"HEY BABY, I'M TALKIN' TO YOU," THERE IS NO PLAN ‘B’

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For the last 24/7 time, if I’m not mistaken, there’s a breach in the China panda

Another hole in the foreskin of the life inseminator we call The Mother, Earth

Never invisible, always connected to the feeling of the magnetism from birth

Yet still grounded in the divine being, never seen, rumored to be propaganda.

To control the masses, the rulers cannot be kings when slaves know they’re slaves

Words taught to the children of the paupers who will pay for the princes & knaves

Ones with the power to enslave, to imprison, to effectively hold the Tongue of Man

Linguistically certain Nothing’s neither above nor below Earth, forget about it then.

Minks are animals too yet trapped for the fur to wrap around the female naked neck

To look like an animal would love to wrap around your shoulders and your sway back

Fox trapped for the hair of the tail to be gripped by it’s own useful idiot’s design, Jack

What happened between the big bang & this present moment of today, aww, heck!

Notion of this magic potion that got drunk with the Cajuns down in the bayou, a myth

Miss Marie LaBeau had a lot to do with the craft that causes the effect, it’s magic shyt

So far, so good whether you’re blind, deaf & clueless or an astute student athlete’s kid

If you’re alive, you’re gonna die, you yourself eat the dead things to stay alive, as I did.

But the end of Time, your time & mine, is the bitter ending of the fairy tale of Grimm

Your kids would be frightened but you’re a grown human, boys & girls no more, I’m in

For the long-haul is no chore for the faint of heart, sleepy & dopey don’t come along

Wide awake, 24/7 if necessary ‘til the brain malfunctions & the switch goes, “Gong!”

A frequency of the wavelength is low or high dementia, try to forget the malevolence

Your conception, gestation, nativity, maturity, ending sweetness of the mama’s voice

Abused babies, children of the children who got conceived without permission, rapin’

Bad and nasty human men from every continent on the planet, created all by divine.

Of course, the creator isn’t responsible for the creation, given free will responsible

Just sit back on the invisible throne y’all, the ancestors existence, a vacuum of Void

Absorbed into the whole shebang, like it or not, sing a song and whistle a loony tune

Bumped off of the log, where the sisters used to say that I sat, like a ready to leapfrog.

Buddies and their bodies I stepped over, less than six feet under the grounded bed

Fork got stuck in it because it was all done, came out of the ending of the story, dead

Bowed heads lookin’ down to see me gone, I ain’t there, I’m everywhere I am, a HOLE

Done in the middle, toothpick came out dry and it’s baked, frosting flowin’ in my soul.

Pretender I was & now I know, it’s all smoke and mirrors for the scaredy cats havin’ fun

Memory of the moments that fluttered a bit & then served up the apple strudel shell

Eve ate the whole apple and didn’t even give me one byte, I’m down in bad mood hell

24/7 asleep or awake, Earth wobbles, spins & revolves about ONE, my son, it’s the Sun.

Musical notes and chairs expressing the ineffable secrets that nobody wrote on a wall

No tablets of stone or clay, no scratches on cave basalt dirt, burned into the mind’s fall

Baked & trippin’ to keep the dream alive, it’s not an option for a corpse to walk, my son

You love him more than me? Oh, please, lie to me, you know I’m the One, no question.

Battling this war ad infinitum, yourself & everyone you know who will listen to you too

It won’t be easy, it’ll be hard rockin’ with the Truth about the whole shebang, The Blue

Many more than one, probably an infinite sum of the cosmic soup, almighty android ‘I’

Bangin' my head, superego-Id rollin' with punches onto happiness, fiddling too sky high.

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by

r j j stephan, I

c. Seven-Seven-MMXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #BrokenHalos @ChrisStapleton in a loop from the heavens, link @ https://youtu.be/qgt9idKAYDw?si=RNeo3xSl3D94GKdZ }