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JUPITER’S RACIST NUTJOBS, SONS OF JOB, BY JOVE

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Five or six times in a lifetime, you, me & everybody else will do what love does to the genes

It ain’t our faults that the programmer was an evil genius who created us on silver screens

With or without compassion, it’s the mitosis & meiosis that are categorical imperatives, son

Why this Earth and other planets are like electrons going around a nucleus we call a Sun.

Did I say one word about the nature of this beast named aptly, One all too human nekid ape

Why, who, what, how, where, when pronouns and adverbs break into the inter-gender warp

If you think about it, assuming you follow logic & reason to deduce rational conclusions, die

It’s the only possible method to get out of the conception awarded to hand-picked egg pie.

It’s all from the 3.14 pi that can neither be divided nor multiplied, I read it in a dusty book

A tome in a library paid for by the profits of wise men and women who made a good buck

Upon the blood, sweat and tears of the great grandparents and their own great kin, I stand

This stardirt leftover of a Big Bang or another theoretical origin for Life in the universal can.

Argument again, not a word salad heated under a microwave oven radiation but a holy truth

Why you were born & why you’re here & now all answers uncovered by sweet pie fructose

Dead & gone, soul as well just like your precedent ancestral history, fictional spooky tooth

Hominid extinct sometime after say, 5000 A.D. & the writing on the walls’ cyberspace goes!

Nowhere to be found, nobody to find it, just a dead-end street of rocks that don’t roll again

Highlights and low lights are the same to a blind man or deaf woman, you hear & see Zen

It’s all there is to know at your final gasp of wind, remember memory flashing by imagery

Wine & whiskey leftover on the wedding party tables, you’re drunk & blind, kid rockin’ me.

Party hardy with the rockin’ melodies of word salads rhyming the sound of God’s One OM

Bitten hard by the vibrating bytes comin’ from my keyboard & widescreen display of foam

Right of center, left of center, all united in One center, coast to coast is a DNC besmirch

Oh, Chicago, my hometown, traffic ain’t going to be the same, remember 1960’s beotch?

Punks created from the eggs of burnt-out Chevrolet pig iron and grease monkey shining

From the ending in reverse, backward or forward, everything & nothing remains the same

Always includes sometimes, Space is limited to the surface of Earth, all too human fame

Frederiche resolves the conundrum so what you don’t know won’t hurt you, I’m whistling.

Beer and vodka and gin and whiskey and rye, drink or smoke damned Earth’s world peace

Harm to nothing and nobody is the philosophy of Extinction of Species, RNA programmed

Point to your sisters and mothers for the responsibility of keeping the species deadened

Higher than the high jump that any human has ever cleared in the olden days of Greece.

Homeruns, triples, doubles, singles, walks all add up to the mortal sins of the Dreamers

Asleep inside of a red hot womb, inside one of twelve rooms of old Zeus’ master baiters

Kill the babies because they ain’t borne into the air yet, that’s the key to extinction’s saga

You will be gone, everything will be gone, theoretically innocent, for the love of lasagna.

Apes repeating the history ad infinitum, ESP & high IQ combined to initiate the reaction

Nuclear split of hydrogen atoms in spontaneous combustion, fission-fusion mortal sin

Dead immortal souls on the floor of the battle, the War ends here and now, all over today

Happiness of beatniks and hippies caused the nuclear ending of War, so, just press play.

Brittle like the sweet and hard peanut butter, you know it’s hard but you bite it anyway, so

Die or live with it, even if you don’t reproduce your own kind, you’ll influence free to go

Interest in logic, reason, ancient wisdom, current affair application, that’s what all men

Jump the shark, the fin is jammed into the open glory hole where the sun doesn’t shine.

Of course, I’ll stay on course for the surprise ending that even a psychic couldn’t guess

No encore after the curtain falls, the stage’s characters & scenery disappear into thin air

As if they were never there in the first place like a dream within a dream of Edgar Allen Poe

Symbolic vowels and consonants compounding the predicates, subjects & objects of roe.

Said it all without uttering one word, a look and an eyebrow wrinkle cause unrelenting fear

Loathing the very ground these chumps are conceived upon, I mean both the One & Many

As if the rats in charge are not our cousins of cousins, whether acknowledged or not, dear

Explore the wilderness outside of your skull for the good, the bad , all ugly & a pretty penny.

Here’s sunken treasure you’ve overlooked, your highness, my lord, golden calf filet mignon

Without the right kind of gas in the air, you’d suffocate & be dead in a New York Minute, son

Elevate your ego’s subconsciousness back up to Nirvana, know it’s a holy, sweet cherry pit

It’s optics and audio, inside of a groovy tube that turned into a digital display of bull’s shyte.

Far out away from here where we stand, sit & sleep, a colder rock can’t be unburied, moon

I know nothing yet I believe you know a thing or two, the clash is the day or night so soon

After you’re all born and raised, retired for the duration on your pension & reverse mortgage

Hippies and beatniks drown under the H2O, they groomed century old love, Plato the sage.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, August 14, 2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Dripped from the leaking faucet before the dam broke & released the deluge all over the garage’s cement floor, while listenin’ to #IGotARockAndRollHeart @Eric_Clapton on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNMfXRQxHFg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlindByBlackLight #CopyXeroxFakeNews #HowLongCanThisGoOn #WAR #ThePointerSisters #Springsteen #BeatClub

HOW LONG CAN IT GO ON THIS CHICK ON THE SIDE?

It ain’t nothin’ but a thing, you get scared before you discover that you’re the monster within

There’s the fruit of the loom that’s the cream of the crop, you’ll know it if you commit a sin

Against the laws of God & Mankind, there’s commands and there’s categorical imperatives

You have no free will other than that blind faith in the notion, it has no factual precedence.

After the last day you’re alive, there’s a residual realization, you’re long gone & police backers

Plain as day, the nightlife is awake and full of the #Woke chicks on the side, unmarried slackers

It’s just their nature, there’s nothing uncreated, these are the divine’s creatures in self-image

Broken arrows on the hardened hearts in the things themselves, heathens and warriors aged.

Since the day or night we see the light, nothing is ever the same again among the innocent kin

Brothers, sisters, cousins, multiple great, great grandparents and great grandchildren, Space In

Things themselves are like this & that form, shaped & functioning DNA program fishin’ for carp

Cause of Earth & Sun, Void because of Space & Stars above & beyond Eve’s evil two-time warp.

Suggest the propositional logic be written backward to understand the induced conclusion hit

Between the eyes or just a passing, indiscriminate passing of the future into the past, sick of it

Or not, maybe you adore the function with no end in sight, on your best behavior to be a hobo

Just a bum caught up in a world-wide spider web, failed to escape a tricky situation, job blow.

Love gets over you when I find something or someone new, all pass in and out of the scheme

Fear and loathing of the rumors and propaganda will get you no trophy-wife status ‘V’ dream

Do not enter the zone between daylight and twilight where Chicken Little shouts up to the sky

Hemlines go up & down to attract or detract to the reason for the species survival, climax, die.

Some girls and boys will grow up to reproduce either maladaptive or adaptive payors of alms

To govern the beasts who cannot or will not follow the commands of the Golden Rule BLMs

Capece Italiano or not, what matters is that the Truth about life on Earth is told and heard too

In Sanskrit, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Nepalese, German, whole Babel tower’s clue.

Freaks evolved out of the perfect creation of a supernatural essence of the divine Void squeeze

Without wondering about why you’ve not become more in tune with the fission and fusion biz

Awareness of your freaks of nature in the middle of your families enculturated in mortality sin

Not their fault they’ve descended from the disobedient, ungrateful, immortal hominid muffin.

Heroines and heroes out to devour the villainesses and villains of Oyl Can Harry vibe, just sayin’

It really doesn’t matter, yet just to keep the flow of the river on the way to the deep blue sea

Avoiding the dams and holes of bottomless maelstroms somewhere in Time and Space hidden

Blind faith and skepticism of the mentally inept who believe that they’re enlightened in ZaZen.

Light in the shadows will need sustenance in the middle of nowhere, where we are in Space

Ask any space traveler who has both come and gone in and out of this atmosphere, far away

Near or further than the moon, scared of Nothing these far out men and women, saints of RA

Never has even one pharaoh or queen of Mankind been able to survive one last alien drama.

Open up about our arguments blaming “them” for the things they’ve done to the minions

Subjects of the sovereign objects of reverence and respect, just because you sired the sons

Of the virgins who bore them, unnamed but loved for a momentary lapse of reason’s logic

Deducing conclusions, irrefutable premises, RNA wad of categorical imperatives out a dick.

What all of that means is that I didn’t want to frighten anyone with the actual, naked Truth

It’s not beautiful or even a little pretty but it’s alive and kickin’ here and now, spooky tooth

Ghost in the machine will be removed when the corpse is introduced to the maggot infest

Don’t shoot the messenger, conclusions are your own, production of facts are to ingest.

Who among you all have come to conquer this world and become the czar of us all?

Nobody? I thought so. It’s nothing personal meant to offend anyone in particular

Rendering all of the flesh & bones into the ether which has more volume than God

Oh, remember those early days at the desks, in the single file lines from 5 to 23 Ball.

Reasons for the dark side is every side is dark but the spots in the middle of nowhere

Those are so bright they blind your eyesight, death & mortal life disappear somewhere

Can’t bury it all underground unless it wasn’t there in the first place, copy that down too

Put it in the history, you’ll let it bleed out and it’ll die and be edited out, killed what grew..

Pretension filling your reality because there is nothing else to blow your open mind’s eyes

Bottoms up before you get slammed on the mat or the hardened ground above the skies

Only get what you give and that’s more than enough, it’s fair game & fair play, apes’ swings

Not tomorrow or today, it is ancient history you hated to know, kill slaves, pass away kings.

Willing to see the invisible and to hear the inaudible, to inhale the gas fumes of corpses

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, seven continents and several millennia in remorse

All you have left is what you see now, it is what you get, all of it, hook, line & sinker sets

Tears that you couldn’t sweat without a mix of blood & tears ‘til heroes turned to vets

Frogs jumped, humans jumped off lily pads and bridges over troubled water, dead right

Nobody to argue about the deductions and invalid conclusions without putting up a fight

Yet, it is what it is & I can’t say more than that, it’s a matter of time before even I #STFU

Above and below, at one point, at one time, only you know & I know, which way is up!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Vanilla Fudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn (1967) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=PpyunX4NLTfjbTNl  & #OneMinuteYoureHere @BruceSpringsteen link @ https://youtu.be/s-RT3nxr3T4?si=2pKxk7ITds5bFedV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkippTwoMyLouLouLouise #SheAintNoHollabacker #ThePointerSisters

NOT AS HOT AS PART DEUX’S PLETHORA

Now then, talk to me to find out what’s goin’ on in the world as we know it, natural fun
Home is away from home everywhere you set yo’ foot, in and out of the dreaming sons
Becoming free when you’ve been indentured during your hot, baked cells in yo’ mama
Man, you ain’t anything special, you were born in blood & pain, no fault of my ol’ papa.

Valleys and rivers are all that’s left of this H2O packed marble of star dirt, fertile soil
Mountains high as the sky allows without freezing into Plutonic black ice & tin foil
Giving it all up with the last gasp of breath, it’s like the first gasp, slapped on the arse
As a baby gets taught by the father, it’s as above, so it is below, whiskey glass farce.

Good for me that old sexual feeling I’ve had since I can’ remember, decades liked her
I did, so hold me responsible for facts of life, dead-gone like all the rest, holla lover
I may drown in the infinite ocean pool or in the middle of nowhere on a mountaintop
In Tennessee, Illinois, Montana or California, these bones won’t travel much further.

I have no tweets of mercy for the unforgivable, divinity can’t cope with the Truth chit
The ones we’ve told since we learned to speak about things as I surf the curling wave
Played games, became serious only when we lost to the winners who got down with it
Mothers of other men, loved me because I wasn’t their own lover, slid into third safe.

Here comes judgement from the know-it-all tricksters who rule the roost you’re all in
No free choice to be the way you are, you’ve stepped into the trap without knowing sin
Mortal or original candy for the mending of the sorrow and pain invested in by a Savior
To save us all from ourselves, our mortal souls will not live forever, that’s the Truth, sir.

Time and Space are the duality expression of what you cried about as an infantile kid
Just a single moment after you get out of here alive, you’ll fly like a ghost like me, I hid
Away from the perception of a mind in the heads, blinded by light or not, know the kind
What it all is, ought to care, maybe y’all don’t, my mind heard it through the grapevine.

Split the ends and formed one, united, infinite line without bending the god-like bloke
Dreams end, music stops, the story is told & retold so many times, you forget it’s over
Story ended before you heard the beginning words created out of the wild blue yonder
Dog gone it, we began down under to rise above it all, it’s a tell-all, wake up the #Woke!

Feeling nothing when unconscious, it means so much to machines to up & download
Ghosts superfluous like supergirls who bear God’s blessed children, all off the road
Before you were enlightened your mind was blank & mired in innocent ignorance ID
Told to accept the narrative or face annihilation, no pressure, I was blind, now I see.

Monkey around the ground, in caves or up in the treetops flingin’ fecal matter to us all
It’s a trope like the others, it will come & go like sound through an empty concert hall
Curtains fall, the show closes only to open for an encore, then the finale, silence is in
Deaf in yo’ hot head from the barrage-assault of instrumental love, thank Original sin.

Nobody can tell you the future with any accuracy, including your pastors of the parish
They’ve a blind faith that drives their engine, they want to save us all from damnation
Princes, their mothers and fathers know the Truth, no life after death, we dream of sin
Present here & now, no longer back in the Past & not yet in the future until we vanish.

Bum and a junky went into a bar, the bum went to the restroom & the junky put down
Hundred-dollar bill on the bartender’s station bought the house drinks, reap it to own
Dealy-Bob’s thing-a-majig was the original & had no copy, no replica of the prime ape
Franchise player is the malfunction’s cause, reaping what ‘others’ have sewn to rape.

My sisters, my daughters, my aunts, my grandmothers & m y mothers of step & birth
Only you know and I know the answers to the questions on the final, we studied it all
Memorized every possible answer to every possible question, there’s no screwballs
Free your derriere by liberating your mind, mindfulness of buffalo & it’s value & worth.

Food for the fire, fur for bared skin needing buckskin overcoating to conserve a tease
Within the heart’s pumping of the fluid that vampires die for, head to toe ad infinitum
Or maybe a brief moment in Time, as is infinity, Time might be a day or a century scum
Afloat on the salty sea, come & go, nobody will ever know, like a cool summer breeze.

Full tank of fuel, it’s on the house, everything’s on the house, we’re on the house, see?
If not, it’s hopeless, you can see if you’re blinded by the light but it’s not an image tee
Nothing to drive or chip or putt to the nine holes or the course’s one through thirty-six
Scored low, I thought I’d won the championship, alas, lost by a death-stroke, I’m sick.

Dangling with the one and only ding-a-ling in shouting and cackling distance of church
Reverence to the god that some men killed & other men rose to sainthood’s low perch
From suffocation to tortured while conscious and causing death to be felt in the hood
Kicking nobody with the ankles braced in shackles, hands in cuffs, head in a hot hood.

Cobwebs inside of my memory bank, can’t recollect the way to build shyt from scratch
Got down on my knees, my heart in hand offered to love you for eternity, postmortem
Before a cool cadaver’s rigor mortis sets in, I beg nobody but me to have mercy on me
Don’t waste your precious time with pity since the damage is already done, you’ll see.

Meet you above or below here, if I’m wrong & there’s nothing at all left over peace/out
Follow the leader to the event horizon or over the cliff to the bottomless pits’ backflow
Impregnated womb, differentiates the host & donor of soul sacrifices, becomes Ego
Somebody said it this way, for once in my life I know nothing can be known ‘bout us.

Bury the hatchet, forget about the bygones being bygones, aim between the eyes too
Otherwise, there’s a good chance you’ll be burnt at the stake for being a warlock witch
You know how ignorant & frustrated poor folk get, fearless mob mentality’s high pitch
Reality in psychedelic mode, feel fracking & faking you’re an amigo e amiga of the Man.

Man, you’re no dog but this is gonna be far-fetched you got to be a cat with a long puss
You’ll never know that the whole shebang was a boomerang thrown underneath a bus
Nothing ever returns from that infinite target’s bull’s eye, candy can’t coax a top 10 hit
Hunger driven but hibernation overwhelms the wide-eyed fantasy, #Neverland’s S#it!
by&by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, 8-11-2024 AD @ 333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #ChrisCross #Sailing in an infinite loop on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/MEO6gYCFbr0?si=rZsn8admhszdPqkJ }
F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?