#SuckinHindTeat #BeachBoysBestLIVE25 @Springsteen #TunnelOfLoveLive w/PattiScialfa #FailureToCommunicate

GOD’S DUMPSTER HAMSTERS

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What you don’t know won’t kill you, watch out for what you do know or you’ll see the stars

Not the stars above or below the Earth, I’m referring to the end of your Times in Space, face it

There’s fortune & faith involved in the whole shebang, it’s all punditry since it’s all wizard of Oz

Impossible without an alternative to the complexity of special creation in the center of chaos.

Bring your mothers and sisters to the party, their ova will be extracted for the fishers of the Men

All too human as suspected, superstitious beast with a shaky nature of being, god-fearing human

Nothing more than hairless, naked apes needing fashion to cover up all failures to communicate

Littering bugs all over the streets, litter cans for sloppy, uncultured welfare kids from a blind date.

I ate the food, defecated the high energy back into the shameless environment, home sweet home

All of the dead have left their excrement down an invisible government drain, diversification clone

Acting as if this is all normal, stuck in gravity, happy not to float in shallow or deep space’s holy hole

Capacity for acceptance of equity & inclusion are the inequality of the delusion, unbeaten by a pole.

Chaos runs out of energy to obfuscate & blends back into the seven seas, with Davy Jones’ T-bones

Illusion is not the dead guys underground but the LIVE guys above & below the upper crust iPhones

Programmed until deleted, if & only if there’s a scrub, then the original God of the Void steps upon it

I got a drone flyin’ over Skid Road in every city that allows homeless mankind to suck on a hot teat.

Who in the name of John Wayne do aliens who group into congresses believe they’re dealing with?

Are the Executive, Legislative & Judicial branches all under the thumb of @ChinaTheCommissioner

You love nothing & nobody and you’ll never be disappointed by feeling disappointed by a frequency

Wavelengths’ highly fallacious arguments, illogical conclusions, blind faith belief in low bandwidth.

Retired, excreted gold into the dispensary for the traded return of the labor’s blood, sweat & tears

Smoked in flavors, in and out of the bags of gas transforming organs, until DNA/RNA killed peers

One left without anyone else, nothing else in a sentient mode, kind of like the One before the Many

Exactly like the One before the Many, come to think about it, I think, therefore you are so, so funny.

Human beings are nowhere else in this solar system’s galaxy cluster, Time is nowhere in the cosmos

Yet, the People of these continents have no belief in Wisdom’s perennial Truth, you live & you’ll die

You won’t know why, so you gotta have love for enlightenment of the ignorance inherited from Eve

She bit red apple core fruit, got the sleeping #Woke knowledge but a mere accidental #FaceFeeze.

Bombs away from TNT dynamite via flying carpets & other UFO’s out of remote control, cyborgs

In charge of the good, bad & especially the GD ugly, defective DNA in unfettered reproduction bergs

Full tank of electricity’s battery packs, infinite charge reunited with the immortal, empty Void of zero

Halls empty, full of the scat, burning rubber tires’ poison fumes, up your nose with a rubber hose, yo.

High crimes & misdemeanors can be avoided if you’re a divine son of God, life in prison for the rest

Impeachment just a funny joke, justice is a ham sandwich and capitol punishment remedy’s the beast

If you or I cannot control our adherence to the Golden Rule, our destiny is extinction, rational bones

No holiness in Italy or anywhere on any continent, Asia to America, the devil made me do it, homes!

I arrest your attention at this very moment, a microcosm of the whole shebang stopped in its tracks

Conclude your own propositional logic, deduced, untenable premises & irrational inductive lifehacks

Bones over two hundred in a single form, a shape of what animated gas when left alone in the dark

All there is, you are, what I am, this is it right here, no sounds in sight, tasteless stench, do not park.

Broke your back & closed your mind before your Time was up in Space, Life happens downlow high

Sweet taste turns bitter once the mind’s eye breaks through to the crystal clear presence, I am so fly

Higher than stratosphere’s pulpit where absolutely Nothing has a shape of being a thing, royalty to be

King’s Queen can’t be promoted or demoted since they’re pranks of paupers, get high, let’s have Tea!

#SnoopyDogs moves back & forth to & fro, I work and play with the same power, mission complete

Space inside Earth’s core, from ground to stratosphere, I know nothing intimately, it’s so GD sweet

Roaring and screaming in the middle of nowhere, I see what you mean, I’ve allowed you to be wrong

Packed the saved souls into pews for reaping the fallow wheat to be ground in a dusty chaffe song.

More or less it’s neither here nor there, meaning nothing to anyone other than the nonexistent RNA

Above mean streets you’re no Karl Marx or Lenin or Trotsky, even Obama & Clinton leftover DNA

In the vault of the secret of the men and women at the top of the food chain, appointed or anointed

It’s the morons following the perfect idiot who fools even his triplet sister, his amigos alive and dead.

Speak and comprehend the meaning of language in different tongues, a fluent brain in grey matter

No blood up in there in the cranial cavity, whether you eat it or burn or bury it, Love from Mother

Earth wobbles, spins, revolves, expands from the contraction one moment after the Big Bang doom

Still looking at it in retrospect, for the sake of foresight and afterbirth during the divine resurrection.

Nothing less than a myth can explain the incredible consciousness we share between our holy ears

Out of the thin air’s stratospheric protection, God awful, empty dark space is really the end of years

Whether you get less than one or more than a hundred, it’s the same old song, you see blind sides

All in your mind, a construct of old men and old women who talk without being wobbling sea tides.

Pens writing on paper if & only if you’ve learned that art of incursive or printing ABC’s & grammar

Predication of the subjects and objects you perceive outside of your outer perimeter of skin & bones

Old man yellin’ at kids to get off the lawn but there’s no green lawn, all asphalt & cement-tar spread

Tons of fun, all done, finished at the Start Line, broke a broken record, got #Woke & dropped dead.

Fill up our cups with thin air, pay your taxes & someone that doesn’t pay taxes will spend your cash

Truth and Justice come in handy when they enhance your position, if not you’ll be destroyed as trash

Dumber than dirt, intelligence of the many is limited by the genetic interaction, that’s random luck

Chances are that mother and father of you & everyone else on Earth, dead or alive, Nothing, #uck!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August VII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while my blood circulated head to toe, several hundred times, who are you a minute after you die?  I thought so, you didn’t know you’re not even a ghost, no soul, you’re absolutely nothing at all.  No cells to go to he#ls and none for the reward of the master for the slave to commands, trippin’ the thing itself all over the regurgitation of dead skulls’ spunk, listenin’ to #TheBeachBoysBest on youTube link LOOK OUT BELOW...  } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WonkyHonky #Cerubim #Seraphim #Blasphema @MarvinGaye @MichaelJackson @GladysKnight @VinceGill @ACDC @Foghat @KennyWayneShepherd

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MOUNT THE HIVE IN ‘25

There is only one way to rock as the stones roll down from above the apex’s black hilt
Dream within a Poe-etic dream, uncontrollable by the Will to Power, every soul killed
Less than imperfect, killer apes who believe that their veils disguised the poison pills
On being a nut case full of books infested by worms & fairy dust, Jack fell down hills.

Uptown Saturday night or early in the Monday AM of the fogged smog of dead & gone
All they left were monuments to the disaster we know as life on Earth, with an iPhone
After the ego is cut loose, the super ego remains in the ether lurking for wild lovin’ good
On E street, shuffling or jogging in the jungle you learned to survive within, dad’s hood.

Pro or con, for and against, either way the mothers were our sisters and mighty lovers
Without the gender of “XX” there can be no “XY” & the eternal Truth kills all believers
Rules, regulations, theorems, corollaries & commandments create a dynamic damn fool
Nothing to cast aspersions about, blind luck of the draw, the way it is, it’s all the too cool.

Think about crying to get help feeding and sheltering your 208 bones, it’ll be your bailiwick
What appearances form is the reality you recollect in retrospect, to avoid getting deeply sick
Actually nothing can be a dead bear in the back of a truck, bear tag to kill a bear via blades
Swords and stilettos hidden in plain sight, invisible weapons disguised as 2 feet and 2 hands.

Marbles perfectly round, no marble can be cubed or any configuration other than circular
Hidden until required for barter, trading the cat’s eyes of exotic colors from the sunny star
Like or ignore inclinations to feel either way, neither dislike nor abhor things, eggs of hens
No attachment to you or anything with or without inner sanctums of living in original sins.

Right off of the bat, younger or older than the sun-star burning revolution in red hot fires
Angelic smoke of imagination fills the emptiness of the Unknowing cloud of funeral pyres
Stupid, idiotic forms of life in human shape, inhumane to be all too human, 7-up hot rods
Regardless of your birth to any humans who copulate to conceive DNAcid of moon gods.

Sickness related to the pending doom of death with no afterlife in heaven or down under
Where that is when you have no sensory perception, it remains to be seen to get blinder
Skipping a rope for the skill of repeating useless actions which erode every joint you have
Top of the skull to the bottom of metatarsals can fill the Void, in a casket, in an urn, Dive!

Made the deal for the trade of valuable and expensive possessions you take to the grave
I don’t know like you know what it’s like to have faith in the blind light of the ancestors
After y’all die, you’ll live without a body? You never lie right? Y’all can’t make any of it up
Squirt your extraction at the formless, microscopic tropes and idiot plots fill a China cup.

Seeing without eye sight but with insight, seeing what can never be before your eyes there
Light is required in the darkness to see anything, without light, things just ain’t anywhere
No subjects or objects to translate into linguistic expression, signature of an end game sign
Hard and soft petrified gas, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, etc, etc, etc… Wisdom out of line.

Who is going to be alive tomorrow, raise your hands high above your heads, say it out loud
You’re alive and you’re proud to have survived your upbringing among the family overcrowd
Kids kept coming in since I was One year old, from two to eight years old, I got five clones too
They all watched me & copied my actions for preschool intelligence of the family hive blues.

Alright several times in a row, just moved with the motion of the ocean, nothing I could do
With the flow, rowing the boat downstream with the current, away from logs & stone rocks
How often can you recall the facts of life that you’ve got a finite time left to go in boondocks
Chuckles more than a laughing dog, sugar, sugar jelly between your teeth’s cavity low blow.

Hit you in the family jewels while listening to the best of ACDC, opened a can of two worms
Crawling until hooked for the bait that must be denied to the prey, set a trouble hook, homes
Palace down to the hovel at the end of the paved backstreet, all souls cratered into one can’t
Night and day, Chicago the Band can code the Truth in words you either grasp or you don’t.

When you’re down under the gun, you weren’t enforcing the law nor were they, none of ‘em
Roaring traffic of State or Michigan, even down on Harlem and 57th street, it’s all said & done
Made love to the eyes more than the thighs and upper legs, explains the wisdom scum bone
It’s the silence you recollect ‘fore the conceptual analysis, copacetic stasis of me, I’m the One.

I came & woke up before my time which should be a moment before being buried or ate raw
Full of what gets masticated and swallowed, habit burger that goes in and out of a locked jaw
Punks both pink, faded red & fuscia find no matter where there’s no gas’ galactic Hershey bars
Monument to all ones who were too good to be evil-bad, it’s Michael Jackson’s #BAD MFers.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 8-six-mmxxiv anno domini

{ Tubes movin’ the system’s whacked data in and out of the freaks who survived their schools, the carnivores are only freaks to the herbivores, #WhatsHappeningBrother by @Marvin_Gaye on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BDviY4dwfqQ?si=PhkoBbPQaxNhc4Jw }

F I N I S

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#PainSINTheRear #ProOrDefconFive #PutAPenOnAMAP #YallDownHomePrettyCool

HOMEGROWN TENS’ PIN ON A MAP,

SMACKDOWN MIDDLE OF THAT

This here story is a saga or maybe just a dangling modification of the original sin of the human

Wings clipped, can’t run away and can’t hide from the justice that’s always a ham sandwich fan

Without Justice, there ain’t any for anybody, karma never comes into play when the end is near

Closer than you’ve ever thought since reaching the age of reason, apprehended pain in the rear.

The age of payback for the incorrect judgement causes of negative life forces to strike willy nilly

Without intent & only raw power moving from the origin in every direction from a spun center

Dragons, dinosaurs both in flight & grounded or water bound, imaginary fire spitting worm birds

How else to describe monsters who look nothing like images of you or your kin, Spake words!

Hot or cold, it’s the end of the day, imaginary 24-hour spin & wobble of the dirty ball of stardirt

Fun or not, it’s all you’ve got, imagine the alternative & it’s unacceptable, we’re in a deep sleep

Came to advise you to awaken before you die & you’ll get the Truth as it’s always been, a whole

The shebang is completely undisclosed, overexposed & undercover by a unknown force of ‘x’.

Idiots, morons, ignoramuses & your nuts and ovaries have been terminated for the sake of love

Fools like that cannot be generated by divine sons and daughters of supernatural beings above

Below here is only down into the core, the center of the whirl, there ain’t a place called Singsing

It’s somebody’s bailiwick don’t you know, the fix is in that you didn’t know, Timing is everything.

For once in the life of dead people who won’t confess their dead ending in a cul-de-sac in synch

Fishing in the dead sea or in a lazy river without a flow in a sewer or lazy river, yo’ mama’s a fink

Even if you didn’t know your mother, you’re an orphan or an abandoned child of Mother Earth

Porridge is hot in the pot, it’s simmering awaiting the ladle to scoop the portion, of all there is.

Articles articulating nothing but blather, talking heads, flapping toothless gums into the highlife

Scum came out of the hot, liquid rock, exploding the implosion to infinity’s singularity & my wife

Beware of the fox, hungry & sneaky, beware of the pigs & cows & goats & horses, ride & eat ‘em

Drink chocolate milk, eat the hooves & innards, ride saddled bare back of a hot steed’s system.

According to Matthew, Mark, Luke & John there is life after death, how’s It goin’ for them now?

Whole truth or not, there’s a reason for Madness you can’t fathom with your weather-vane blow

It’s either the solstice or the equinox, there’s no other spin on the revolutionary guard chivalry

Once around the block, around the sun, around the totality of the things themselves, 3rd eye Z.

From A, the sound of air comin’ through open, stretched Fonzi lips, like this, “Ehhhhhh, heaven”

Confirmation or Bar mitzvah for all or none, cut the thing, see the God, bad & ugly miscreation

Younger than wise old beards, no choice but to run far & fast until there’s nothin’ but 7’s & 11’s

In the ballroom with the bears in white sox, can’t dance a lick but can carry a tune to the Sun.

Begin with infantile, all too human brains which will house mature, nurtured gold of heretofore

A mind with power to will causes to precede intended effects, as above, so below so to speak

I know you know it all, what Dead animal-mammalians all know for survival-extinction’s sake

There’s no alternative to the uncertainty principle, knowledge’s impossible, y’all hear the roar.

Chocolate covering of the bismarks’ sweet bread, infusion of vanilla custard to addict the sweet

Causing a reverence to the disease of the pleased sweet-tooth tastes of the country’s city street

Dead end or not, it was a home run line, at one high curb that put wild-eyed drunks to the floor

One place to park on a one-way, dead-end street so passengers couldn’t exit the curbside door.

You all know ethical theories, the right, wrong, good, bad, ugly & downright evil in appearance

In reality’s final end, when all's said & done, fool’s errand to come & go with a silly fool’s face

Betrayed by your former friend you misjudged to be a close old school amigo, just press play

All of the things and I mean everything comes down to mud on your boots & scent hid today.

Old hillbillies know answers to all the questions, Alabama, Tennessee, Florida, Georgia peaches

Wisdom from Maine to Washington & California, Arizona, New Mexico on to Texas up to Illinois

Where wouldn’t anybody want to go to live their life’s days and nights without stress and strife

Blood given for gold, but gold can’t keep the heartbeat in cue, hated husband love your alewife.

Bread in the pockets built into the plastic & magnetic strip, your digits are in a bank’s final scene

Moving to & fro because of your nervous twitch may have saved you from an immortal wound

Looking around 360 degrees, Ferris wheel in my head on a tilt-a-whirl swivel, merry-go-round

For no pretender can I salute and spill that wine’s inner sanctum, on a wooden floor in Queens.

I’ll hold your feet to the fire if for some odd reason I need to know the Truth’s nothing android

In old-school jury of One, I am what I am & that’s all I can be, right or wrong, Popeye navy fuss

Matter and all forms it takes due to random genetic recombination, supernatural DNA gold dust

From the closest or furthest galaxy from this Milky Way, there is a supra-natural, a holier void.

Any state of any continent civilized on the oceans of Earth, lucky to be here & now all betwixt

Complicated scat to divulge to innocent yet highly intelligent young women & men in the Mix

Out of school into a job, motherhood, military service, penitentiary bound, it takes 13 mutants

A lot or a few in the petri dish of germs, leftover by the gods or divine invisible thirteen ghosts.

You had it all without knowing you were about to lose it all, just to do it all again, pay attention

On every single day you wake up whether you’re #Woke or just unawakened under this hot Sun

I got the way to move your carcass from the sheriff to the marshal and you know it will be cool

Like more frozen than you’d ever hope to be, like a 24-hour mood dying to stay around the pool.

Jumpin’ in off the diving board, it’s easy to see over the fence but then loss of focus’ belly flop

Bitten piece of the apple, rotten or not, there’s a price to pay for disobedience, grab a hot mop

Havin’ the commandments under control is all you’ve got to do; it is artificially intelligent to be

At one point, world shakin’ underfoot, an Earth quakes like Hehl on Dirty Planet’s rockin’ seas.

North, south or around in the Infinite’s fake elliptical circles fool’s errands incomplete missions

Forgotten in the incarnation of the pretender’s soul, wisp of a ghost out of human eye minions

Self-rollin’ just to smoke a little smoke, ground resulting flowers from the seeds from the moon

All of Things themselves used to be on the moon, redneck paradise silence ‘shine, homegrown.

You believe the sagas of your mamas & papas, it ain’t your fault, you ain’t getting’ high or low

Real good times can be had for a moment in your & my time, so girls, look out the down below

Dancin’ and singin’ for no reason other than to be happy about being alive without fears’ pain

Dining in or out with the good, bad & the ugly is what it’s all about for divine’s spark, I’m all in.

Dodging bullets can only be done with luck and plans B, C, D, E & F if there need be alternatives

We the people of United States of America have no amnesia or need to be the dead high fives

Ready or not, the most power has the high ground & the low ground, illusions of success’ debt

When you live a hundred years, more or less than the whole shebang, Adam ‘knew’ Eve, upset?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August IVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ @bmwolgas’ #Trump-Clip from every year 1980-2024 link @ https://youtu.be/-luF0nLlM3A?si=O7WsUpkri5sB7K7I }