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TIME GOT ALL GOOFY, beer for my horses & a BOTTLE OF LAMBORGHINI’S 1’S & 0’S

Like it or not, Nothing is what you get small or big mouth closed or wide open

Ancient or modern historical records say nothing about the Nothingness kin

Our original sin was to allow ourselves to be created & defined by stern or bow

We are the masterpiece independent of the artist, created to be oh, Solo Mao.

You know what you’ve discovered, secrets not divulged to avoid panic & despair

In the children whom you mistreat or nurture to the genius mode under long hair

Man or woman, brain in the skull, no different than living forms killed to masticate

Grandmothers & grandfathers stopped making children & caused the decline, Fate.

Hollow Truth, empty of substance and form, empty sounds bouncing on ear drums

Got the beat, makes your toe tap on the floor, to the one, two, one, two & so on etc.

Higher or lower sounds and sights are neutralized by the wind sucking idiots & bums

Not their fault that their parents sucked wind, no count dirty rats evolved from a RA.

Monkeys climb & have no bathroom or bedroom manners, no civilized culture of God

Creator of heaven & this planet within the cosmic realm is AWOL, there’s ne’er a peep

From the emptiness’ foundation where everything else rides on the sharps & flats fad

Simulation of a dream within a dream yields everything you are conscious of, eh dad?

Call you papa or daddio, daddy or pops, y’all are just a common man, mortal in utero

Ingrained in the matrix of invisibility, indistinguishable from your memories of Skippy

My peanuts crushed into a liquidized paste of positive negativity, pessimism ain’t right

Optimism is the middle path on the journey from ignorance to enlightenment sunlight.

Cold fusion I’ve bottled for the atomic fission at the point of no return, Singularity

Stretched to be unconscious ennui instead of life as we know it, all country & city

Asleep for 1/3 of every 24/7 spin while alive as a human being, dreams ala virtuality

In your highness that’s below bottom of the sea, center-core of the planet’s sand.

Contraception Cro-Magnon female from 20 years or more tending to slackers’ slack

Beer and wine and ale & whiskey and rye, gin, vodka, scotch, or 1 bottle of Blackjack

Just me & God playin’ mumbly-peg & shootin’ shots of lead balls cut down my throat

You won’t know what hit you when it’s time to check out of the universe, all she wrote.

My plasma screen cannot be influenced by magnetic field, stabilized for high freaks

Lowest possible wavelength & highest frequency, blow your mind, leak the ass cheeks

Between 10 & 3, when the sun’s down, on opposite sides of the globe’s illusionary day

Where’s your head and third eye at right now? Asleep again, no doubt, safer that way.

Now, it’s a bit dark, the frogs are ribbeting for posterity and the scared, flying bug dead

Swamp is steaming it’s stench, the bog of the millennia where “the refused” accepted

Right or wrong, good or evil, out of this world those concepts migrate to illusionary six

Behind my back, I can’t see 360 degrees, still hope for the coverage, back exposed sex.

You guessed, conclusion deduced is the only reason you’ve spent time philosophizing

Assumptions & induction of the subjects & objects with or without the Deja vous thing

Space is the distance between atomic things, reality animates the empty sets of fools

I don’t want to be, but I am One of them, all fools have no scruples or command rules.

Vaporized or frozen Life as we know it, nothing to do with what we want or need as Man

Women don’t care why they do what they do, they’re here to procreate the game, Fam

More important than living is arranging your own disposal of the matter & form leftover

Time & Space have no mercy and no remorse, y’all got lucky to live to cry about a lover.

Close your eyes and #STFU, that’s what you can look forward to, it’s for sure #NotWoke

I’m a betting man but odds aren’t on my side, it’s a longshot even on a baby blue moon

Something to say when there’s nothing left but the break of day, up all night long alive

Not dead to the world & unconscious as the Earth wobbles and shakes, on a deep dive.

Sometimes, you just gotta say #WTF whether you like it or not, all ministers & sinners

We got here without our will & now we’ve assumed the position, as all us primates do

Getting it in front or behind is a matter of logic & reason accepted by the inseminator

Dumb as a rock no doubt, ignorant from foot to snout, promise to break all beginners.

In one form or another, substance from subatomic hydrogen to One, Black Hole portal

It is what it is and it sure is funky but it’s better than rigor mortis, I think, therefore I am

In the petri dish of wisdom and reproduction of matter transformers, shat & ate for all

Time is right now, here in this place in Space to divulge obvious & a subtle occult slam.

Bring you’re a-game to the rumble, be ready & willing to show you’re able, Sid & Mable

You’ll get hurt or you’ll die trying not to get hurt, last resort is you eliminate all threats

From your entrance to your exit, your presence is regarded as sacredly profane debts

All of past & present karma of redundancy, eternal recurrence of blind faith in sunsets.

Blind, deaf & dumb with the ability to taste, smell & touch things themselves, as above

Meaning beyond the stratosphere, beyond the moon, Saturn and the sun itself, it’s love

For Emptiness is more than enough to spread in every galaxy, clusterphuq from Hades’

A hot kitchen cookin’ up chit to do, dirty pots, pans, dishes & forks washed by ladies.

Bake, fry, boil, sear or BBQ all the things that need heat to kill all unwanted subatoms

It’s the fuel for our tanks to run the machine for the ghost within, a spiritual phenom

Not One of a kind but Many of One Kind, easy to beat that dead horse into submission

It’s the cheer of the red, white & blue, it ain’t free, stole liberty from a Father of a Son.

Incarcerated, inheritance of the dim wit & form of alpha extinction cataclysm in synch

Robbed a bank, robbed your mama and her boyfriend’s bank of North America’s stink

Small victories are better than nothing but losses, losers can’t be happy in chaos’ sink

Humor of the daughters until they see the light & become jaded by the odor of a skunk.

It works when it shouldn’t have, must have been the magic logo of the Batman ghost

Are you amazed that your air’s force is not empty of atoms, it’s all an illusion for most

The best of us are related to the least of us, high or low station in life, you’re all mortal

A Divinity out of this world, above or below or in any direction outside the Mother Fall.

First things first, agree on premises assumed & deduce the only conclusion possible

Presume the probabilities are never infinite, language itself is based on a finite bubble

Here inside it looks like a piece of cake, defeat snatched from the jaws of victory Hell

Second to none, first & foremost, before annihilation do tell the reason why Adam fell.

Created to be defective, inferior to the perfect and never mistaken in holy judgement

You’ll be gone before you know it but those you leave behind will recognize you spent

Every chit you had stored in our bank, high octane hyper burn power to explode, X-37B

Space Force created won’t fill an empty Void but it’ll recreate doubleback ZZ Top to be.

Lost and found in a deep, dark hole without a photon of light anywhere out of eyesight

Air in and out of the evolved or specially created gas sacs inside the A-frame skeleton

Idiot, moron, fool, ignoramus all, product of the DNA of #IpMan, reproduced TNT might

Speculate and commiserate upon the prolegomena of future UFOlogical Gods & sons.

Freaks in the lake beds in Nevada have originated the extinction of the human species

Black Manta you all know what you know, fly high my brothers & sisters, the God sees

My father believed that the fix was in, his father divorced his mother for the hot fires

Chicago Department that put all Mrs. O’Leary’s cows’ barn fires out, got horse power.

Mighty spades to dig six feet holes no deeper below the rock that can’t roll anymore

Once you get in down there, there’s no getting out, it’s a point of no return so to speak

Whether you like it or not, it’s the Ends, no heaven or hell to go up or down to, all men

Brothers, sisters, whiskey for my hombres, beer for my horses, all are One ball o’ Zen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 9-7-2024 AD @ 911 AMPST

{ Killed this gem while fixed on @TraceAdkins #CowboysBackInTown #WhoopAMansAssSometimes (yup!) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rMnqPpHParo?si=LwgeJxUp_Diw6bXY  & a couple other gems linked below! }

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WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER? 634-5789 ? Now I got your number... #Beatlejews2024 #TheWalrusWasPaulAfterAll

NEVER FORGET

DID I MENTION TO NEVER, EVER FORGET THIS BOOGIE-MAN OF ENEMIES?

Gas’ air full of skyscraper ash & plastic smoke to put the living to sleep ‘til December

I would try to remember the incredible day of #NineOneOne, September to remember

Getting in the mood for a boogie night, it’s comin’ tomorrow night, Friday alrighty then

Getting the grim reaper off our planet & sentence the boney mother’s scourge to life

Together as One, hand in bone, out your bath & bedroom, dining room, Hehl’s kitchen

Desires and dreams come true miles away from you, you may never know the twelfth

Of never, or forever in the fantasy where the mind goes because the brains ain’t dead

When the air ceases to blow in and out of the form, the shape dissolves in God’s head.

All there is can’t be more than this, a rational approach to the deduced induction trash

Reason points to empty void as the matrix, Nothing more nor less, that is all, as MASH

Mobile Army Surgical Hospital saved the poor young and innocent from dying afraid

Fear of the gods wrath upon the judgement day, poor young boys died, didn’t get laid.

In love with the income and the high credit rating, in love with my income & high IQ

Actuality a low IQ but I like the illusion that it’s too high, light is too bright to be in me

You asked me if I got this, of course I do, if not me then who? Nobody, you got that right

Like @LynyrdSkynrd or feet down on the ground of my @EarthWindAndFire solo flight.

Picked myself on the 1st all-star team, a #ShootingPointguard #747 of champions

Special delivery door to door, manufacturer to consumer, in two extramarital affairs

For the price of three, there’s the fourth you’ve forgotten, you drunk the unholy fifth

No surprise party from the first day of birth to the first day of pro-practice in stealth.

No fantasy phantasm available for anyone else, this is a solo mio, raw and nekid too

Protein required in OutSpace too, what the hell do you do? Grow meat from Nothing

Just like the creator of A universe, use all of it & then use Nothing as if it’s something

It’ll be what will be, que sera sera, it ain’t my conceptual analysis in synchronization.

Blind faith isn’t proof that the Word which made flesh and bone save a thing in hell

Even if I’m wrong, I’m right, I’m saved from my own misjudgment and malformation

Of my thoughts that blow out my lips, red-hot air I’ve sucked clean of all Ma’s oxygen

Atomic evening of missionary-style fusion, pregnant without end, Amen, dream’s ZEN.

Squirreled away from the marauding punks who were orphaned by the urchin offspring

Not their fault that the star’s sunshine nurtured them until they had to follow the ruling

Of their forefathers who never taught them to be all too human, proud of mankind’s ilk

Hence, heretofore I waxed upon the opinion I’ve gleaned out the hive, mama teat milk.

Lost and found in perpetuity, without an ending, neither happy nor sad, it’s academic

A point of view of the intellectual genius to the morons & idiots who wax idiosyncratic

Spirits infiltrated every atom outside of the dead rocks’ leftovers from some Big Bang

Louder than anyone could hear, audio wasn’t created yet by the super freak who sang.

Girls love it, boys wanna have proof of life inside the inner sanctum, it’s a pop-off One

Frozen when the burn turns to black ice not even God can see, it’s unforeseen my son

Daughters are the tools, it’s not their will nor their fault that they’re the First Causing

If not for the magnetic attraction to the black hole, there would be no Singularity ring.

Octaves of arpeggios forced upon consciousness, pain & pleasure alternating currents

Hot as a pistol and cold as ice depending on the Will to Power, it’s above & below ants

Down to the Earth’s centerfield core, up through a moonshine boost, a Milky Way mess

Chocolate with a center from the twilight zone, future sugar dental decay’s happiness.

On a camel, on a horse, on a llama, just a rider that can’t walk on his own metatarsals

Fear & loathing for the results of rampant sex of cavemen high on mary jane & her pals

Wizards have the words, the spells cannot be stolen by the witches & sibling warlocks

Nobody’s immune to powers of princess Mary Jane, she turns heads around in slacks.

Whatever you say, whatever it is, that’s all there is, nothing more nor less, the shebang

Woke or not, awakening to empty sets of zero to negative & positive infinity, you rang?

In communion, in confession, baptism, confirmation, there is some extreme unction

Inside of the funk, there’s atomic and nucleic essence that precedes existence’s sin.

Original sin and sacraments out of the grooves laid down in Sacramento, California

Eagles to the Funkadelic mash that came out of the sky like manna from Sabrina

Windy magic flyin’ through the emptiness to find the place where landing is Home

To your 208 bones of dwindling flesh-colored muscles’ thin skin, offspring of Rome.

Keep love warm until you can’t blink, can’t swallow the swill and can’t think you are

Alive or not, walking or just lying in a hospital bed, the fallen falling to the morgue, far

Certified the death per the grim reaper, decrepitation begins at rigor mortis’ appetite

Soon it will be too late for every single thing, here and now or in the future to be light.

You’re in the herd but you’re not being heard by the heads nor minions of the clergy

High up above the fray, running the dozens for kicks, talk ‘bout yo’ mama now? Hey!

Dripping and burning like you’ve caught the hot flame-fire in your below belly dream

Putting holy species propagation to test, superstars forget the rubber, trip baby team.

Putting my cache where my mouth is, a credit card from Bank ONE, punk funk debt

Racked it all up within the past 40 years in this Man’s World, paid it all off in full set

It was thirty-love and I had the serve, I aced the serve & won game, set & match afar

Got out of town before the taxes got stolen from the coffer, now behind booze bars.

You know the people who died already know the Truth about Life on Earth, don’t you?

You’ll find out too, then there’ll be no doubt, when you scroll with the trolls, it is blue

So sad that you can’t be a weirdo & make fun of the fools who entertain the ol’ minion

Kids the word for immature warriors about to either survive or become extinct by fun.

Can you put the lipstick on a pig or remix the cogs in the hogs’ bodies and minds’ set

In mud, blood and beer, possible the brown or white-water spirits are the cool tools

To allow us all to be or not to be, drunk or sober, we’re all gonna die sooner or later

Hope & fear of annihilation are sacrosanct, I think, OK, therefore, I am, wanna bet?

State of being anywhere border to border & coast to coast of the original 13th colony

Copasetic 24/7 without end, infinity governed by best of the best, sea to shining sea

Pretend you’re immortal at your peril, pretend you have a spirit or a killer-antibody

Kamel appreciation in Time & Space, archives dropped on an innocent, fuddy duddy.

Bees’ hives sucked dry of the honey, the labor laws violated by the bear’s nosy jaws

An analogy between the good and the bad, the flawless and the evil errors of squaws

Warriors have little control over anything other than the destruction of the opponent

Peace and joy are unnatural, can’t handle more than an hour every month, I pay rent.

Five thousand debits’ robbery will get you ten years behind the pen’s bars, lost liberty

Kick you in the backside, smack you in the head, wake you up before it’s too late, see?

Your will & testament enhanced by your ignorance and lack of insight ala immortality

God forsaken mortal, you weren’t alive before your conception, you die when you die!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 9-5- MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

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#PITBULL #EARTHwindAndFIRE #BONUSpicksOmine post this epic rhyme!

Y’all Gtf over it !

Gone to confession again for the 500th time & I’m just a mind in the gutter, kids

Don’t do as I do, do as I say & I’m in the position of sayin’ right now, here Covids

Vaccine my arse, virus made by China, man, we besmirch a Fauci crooked finger

In a lab, in a rat or a bat, man-made mankind, it’s one way to extinguish species.

Quit your bitchin’ about this & that, the bed you made after your folks died off too

No free choice, just get over it or die in a hole, buried if you’re lucky, eaten if not so

Human too much for me, divine not enough to pitch a fit but it’s getting’ to the point

I have every Truth I’ve heard about it all, under this sun, my pop’s name was Sonny.

I made the most of draggin’ around the heavy balls on the chains, blamed it on the kid

My friend, a Kid who said he needed Ends to be near his graveyard, close to the vest bid

Lived right across the street from the boneyard, in his mama’s basement, single mom pit

Where mama landed ‘cause she didn’t wanna waste that 4 year Catholic education chit.

Pitched my tent on the sidewalk next to the other blue and orange lean-to messed up huts

I don’t cast aspersions just sayin’ there’s garbage, refuse & excremental urination, no buts

Lawyers all gone, courts all closed for malfunction at the junction, capitol offensive doubts

Streets & sidewalks thoroughly hosed down from the dead weight of high school dropouts.

Whining still? Don’t believe me, listen to your own guilty conscience, world owes you zero

Don’t be a drag like a ball and chain, it ain’t my bag & it shouldn’t be yours even down low

Suffer in drag and underground below the civilized & inoculated, mortals dead in a century

Or even before the age of Reason, a variable that’s never an absolute, asteroid in the sea.

Apes dream of food & mates, that’s it for the pre-maggot state of being, nothing divine in it

Did I mention to quit ptchin’ a fit & to get over it sooner rather than later, life is too shorted

Whole shebang squeaks until I pitch a fit, then the oil greases the gear before a hot crash

I can’t get over it, I’ll need some help, I’ll go to confession & be forgiven for the Dana Bash.

Above and below, one and the same, nobody but I’ll die when it’s time for me to croak it

208 bones shuffle off to Buffalo or dumped in the great Lake Michigan with the fishes chit

Either way, it comes & goes, clarity and a lucid vision of what’s goin’ on here and now too

I will get over it, I can’t get over it now, it’s a badge of honor, poor little cry baby Boo-Boo!

You’re so weak, you may want to consider getting over it & get over your self, you’re a mess

High dive off the board, jack knife or backward double flip cannon-ball splash, I do confess

Point those crooked fingers back at yourself, three point at you & only one at me, now I see

It’s just an accidental crash you didn’t see comin’ & you still gotta get over it, cringe worthy.

Bring the back up with you when you come for what I call self-defensive offense, fast fists

Such a whirlwind of smacks, kicks & pokes, nobody on Earth but Bruce Lee ever manifests

If anyone says that they quit and that they’re out of the game, cuttin’ off all ties to this & that

Stop at the red light, even if there’s no traffic comin’ either way, don’t go, it’s cool alley cat.

I found a full bag of cash on my gravesite, no headstone yet, I ain’t dead yet by the stash pit

My mind was in a gutter since my parents died of living life walking in their sleep, not woke

They exited the planet warning, don’t follow me, I’m out of here, let it go, go have a hissy fit

Thoughts & results of ideas look exactly like the sh#t you can’t get over, you’re an egg yolk.

Crooked finger pointing at me when you got three of your own pointing right back at you fool

I ain’t the one who wants to live like a king, kings suck and can’t get over their mortality, I do

Follow arguments to their irrational inductions, faith in hooks, lines & sinkers choked upon

You know your big sisters and big brothers were right, it’s too late for everyone, It is all done.

Meanwhile it is academic for the losing streak aficionados wallowing in the muck and mire

Knowledge and wisdom without ignorance is the hard way, see the Truth, shock the monkey

No working for you, King of Nothing, mommy & daddy ain’t lickin’ your mortal wounds at all

Games played, you’re in them now, know rules of cheaters, y’all go have a red rubber ball.

Purpose of living awake 16 hours every day, sleeping for 8 hours every night, unknown is “X”

Nobody knows so they lay down blind faith to remind you and me of this Truth, I’ll get over it

Outside Earth is what astronauts call, not a God’s damn thing, moon 190,000 miles away

Everything’s Nothing, so insignificant it makes me wanna cry, feel sorry for myself all day.

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r j j stephan i

c. Mercredi, 9-3-2024 Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #EarthWindAndFire #September on youTube link @

https://youtu.be/3cKtSlsYVEU }

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