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Saturday, September 28, 2024

CREAM shabooogie #WTF are you talkin' about you midget/dwarf? Me? Come over here, why I oughta... #RiffRaffRAVE

THERE IS NO WAY THIS CAN BE HAPPENING
Never there, never here, never anywhere, that's Time & Space reality on planet Earth
You're no superhuman with powers that defy gravity and momentum, it's a con's scam
Gettying your trust & confidence to allow a stranger on Mars or Venus, even old Mars
But since your an idiot who believes that there's no bad guy in the Trojan horse hairs.

Keeping track of wisdom & knowledge that can help with surviving dreams in a dream
Butter made from peanuts or milk from cows that chewed curd that turned cheese cream
Help from nobody anywhere at anytime can be found, get a reward for her dead or alive
Wanted for murder of her mother, father, sister & brother but got away with bull jive.

We know it all like they knew it all that died before we were born, left us all the words
Behind to express the need to stay alive when death lurks behind the winds flyin' birds
Hurricanes of water spinning to bring a gravitational collapse into perspicacious sounds
Quiet or out loud as the siren that screams that you need to panic & release the hounds.

Pretenders just like the seekers of Reality who pretend they know when they don't know
Not their forte to express the facts outside of their closed minds yet the necessary is slow
Brewed to be perfect, aged to be dilectable with even the educated, uppercrust tripe dig
Only you & I know anything but that which the lords of the flies in the scat of the pig.

Distract you and I that you can't wonder about UFO's any longer, it makes God moot
Knowing that Adam & Eve weren't the first LIVING atoms IS catostrophic, UAP boot
High as the height compared to a ten foot high rim of a basketball backboard bank-in
Dunkin' the mind's eye into the lead of a game, Monopoly or Sorry that I'm mortal sin.

It had to be the way it is due to the way we've aligned our chakras, all to be or not to be
Far from here and there, places in Space we've gone & will go to are the miraculous sea
Drop kicking the puck into a goalie's net, that was impossible to replay for role reversal
As all survivors of death know, life's too short, we all agree with 208 bones 5 or 6 feet tall.

Like a real thin thing which is included in the empty set are all the zeros and ones
A rhythmic octave of notes of imaginary scales from A to G on Time & Space clones
Pine and Evergreen makin’ the oxygen from the lack of carbon dioxide ad infinitum
If we’re lucky, which we’ve been since born & raised free without slavery’s scrum.

Perennial actions, origin to annihilation of every atom of matter, a matter of Time
No space is free from implosion into the singularity, above is as below is, all mine
Gold and the lead it’s transformed from through fire and brimstone, shoot & miss it
Shots and passes, points to win and some to lose, in every case, it’s all bull’s scat.

Makin’ money lettin’ people watch you throw a ball in a hole, ten feet high, above net
Where every single shot of one, two or three points make the loser pay the other debt
Number one draft choice to make up for your missing passes and shots, never all hot
As you thought you’d be in the middle of your line, from the tip to the buzzer’s slot.

In touch, out of the touches from fingers and toes, ends of arms and legs on a plate
Lump of flesh & bone with a free will that becomes a follower who’s willing to be bait
For fish in the sea that are so hungry to believe the blind that they fall naïve prey lost
Minutes, decades to a century, if you’ve got the gumption or the intestinal, shat frost.

Not dancing to the whacked-out beats, let me check what’s in the jukebox for now
Cracked skulls and incurable diseases of the body & mind, psycho look out below
We won’t get better without medication & radiation, you can be sons of a Bi#ches
It ain’t your fault you were conceived in sin, maternal eggs all married to Butches.

Fish swimmin’ with the illegal migrants across the Rio Grande and the pretend sea blue
In a manner of double speaking, hillbilly apologies come & go in a New York minute too
Like it or not, it’s all but out of our hands, you’ve got the thing itself as the gas in the brew
Once the flick of the switch has been toggled to ON, the OFF makes it into cosmic stew.

I’ll keep it up even when the rain is pouring out of the grey-black sky, white cumulus cloud
Only one huge bulk of H2O in vapor formation, lined up to fall with gravity’s pull of the load
Wetting the dry ground and soaking the wind within the mud, the blood & spilled beer kegs
No recollection of red Comanche blood in my great grandmothers or embedded sexy legs.

Out hunting, out fishing, out being a lazy head of teepee without welfare’s food stamps
Just enough for that fruit of the vine that never allows anyone to ever be clean and sober
Reason of the deductions is to assist in the adaption to the changing nooks & crannies
Appearing out of nowhere or created by the unseen, unknown out of the Void’s sun lamps.

Literally have created a purple Maserati out of nothing more than rock metal tics & tacks
Bonding with the separate but equally merged within the occult unknown, whitey blacks
On the flip B-side, it’s the same holy #HIT played on the Marconi’s Top 40 morphing #1’s
Prepared to be ready to move out or fall on a sword for the hero who really loved the puns.

Thirty to sixty minutes lead to the end of the livers livelihoods all removed and deleted too
No kidding around, you’re a joke or you’re too ignorant to have survived the herd’s blues
Walkin’ slow down the avenue of my old neighborhood, know why I feel this good, so cool
My karma has been paid back in full, I'm done paying for my original sin & yours too fool.

Perfection has devolved into the asteroid belt and nothing can stop the orbital interjection
Diamonds spread out all over Mercury because the mighty star has compacted God's skin
Microscopic Time & Space look deep into gods blinded by the UV & infrared light's souls
On the slide, under the microscope the invisible sees right through the opaque, void holes.

Desire and need to be happy are the carrots hangin' out ahead of the jackass's donkey ears
Hair shaved to the skinline toe to crown, the corpse decomposing has eliminating all fears
Easy to animate the dead and gone, in a play on a stage, words & actions' energy matters
You loved life, loved to be happy but sadness couldn't get aborted over southern borders.

Beyond good, evil & the formulated calculations proving that the unprovable has no proof
Leftovers of subjects and the naked, superlative predicates keep it real, Time out for a goof
It's too late to order a pizza, made one in 25 minutes, ate the whole pie in about twenty five
Weaponized day dream came true, conflagration of WW 3 annhilated the fission/fusion jive.

Semper Fidelis whether it's the right thing to do or not, there's no choice in the matter a all
It's alreay set in stone, writing in tongues or whichever gibberish the minions agree to call
Upon the wicked magic spells that could make you happy or very sad, it depends on the imp
Glory be to the father and the son of the father as well as the actual ghost, on the block pimp.

At the beep or the vibration on Mach 3, the X-15 went through the black hole door, a breach
Network annhilated to show that everything on Earth is vulnerable to gravity and free speech
You need it, we all do and nobody who wants to remain healthy and alive will ever go rogue
Dissolution's solution, way gone, far out rogue, ready money maker ink on a slab at a morgue.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, IX-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST
{ Co-created from cosmic dust while freefalling, jammin' to @TomPetty #HITS on youTube link @ 
 https://youtu.be/-H-9ZACQSc8?si=AbiTE_rlVkm5TyBa }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, September 23, 2024

#EyesFliesAndLiesAboutPies 3.14 #HighFortuneSonny #BidenHidin' & #KamelaRidin'

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INTERESTING, I AM NOT

Hey man, there's blood in the water gato, you know it's invisible
Knowledge and wisdom without the application is a burst bubble
Perfection and the dissolution of the thing without a flaw, it's you
Me and the rest of us are just here, amigo, you're one of many too.

Form and shape of bent Time and Space, showdown's at sundown
Free will is denied, exact regulation of the flow is heaven's blown
Jobs performed or fleed from when it all came down to brass tacks
It hurts to be denied the attention you believe you deserve, blacks.

Browns, yellows, reds, blues played from dark 'til 3 AM predawn
Ready for bed, a pillow for my head & the dream of the pretender
Hoping and thinking that hope provides the things, will do you in
Better have the will handy, without it, they'll burn you in hot fire.

Not incinerted for any small reason, it's to deter the bugs & rats
The dead meat provided by life & death is all they get too, all cats
Dogs too, humanity's best friends which eat & lie where they shat
Nothing they can do, we put the diapers on the babies, then a hat.

Send them off to strangers to learn in schools & churchs, oh my
It could have been worse if there was still a closed herd, extinct
Yet we've survived because we're accidentally too fit to be shat
In holes in the ground, in sewers underground, a divinity's sigh.

Quality and the quantity of atoms in the Void, that's Life babies
Idiots, morons and genii come out of the glass & plastic botttles
Granting as many wishes as you may choose, up to the Inifinite
Beyond Nothing, a singularity to shrink your atoms into a byte.

Cyberfunk's 1's & 0's in equations, calculus' trigonometry sign
Only you know what I know, being one and the same thing too
It's a wordless, secret code that only dead men & women know
I can't tell you why but I'm One who knows of God's low blow.

Common men got the word up, they go from Goo Goo to phuq u
Other than that, teenagers got the tickets for survival, fired souls
X used the interior of the outside whereever it was, ain't there now
I see something but it vanishes in darkness with my hippy glow.

Creeks full of the wasted days & nights of the snakes & pirranahs
Only you know the Truth is similiar to a lie only you don't know it
Figure it out once you've passed out & on to the answer of death
Without life like your dead friends & ancestors, Die to be Dead.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, 9-23-2024 AD @ 911 PMMST
{ Created out of Nothing, left over something while listenin' to @TheRamones #HITS on youTube link @ https://x.com/i/status/1838262104132075522 }

Sunday, September 22, 2024

@Caitlin_Clark is RIPPIN' #WORDUP @KORN #DEADSCAT #BeerForMyHorses #JusticeFound #SaddleUpForTheVictoryTune #LoneRangers #GratefulDEAD

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NOW YOU'VE GOT IT, SHOOTIN' DEMIGODs' BAWLS
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I wouldn’t have shat you if you weren’t my most favorite turd of the recycled pile
It’s complicated and simple at one and the same time in space, matter & form file
In a straight or crooked line, either way you get to the end & it’s only to begin again
Like it or not, amazing things happened after the Big Bang, God, Mankind & the Sin.

Complicated to be guilty for the nature of the being, created out of random, bay mud
Nobody gets out of the pincushion alive with the spirit they inherited from the blood
DNA all over the stage, shared with the minions who eat & shyt at will, free will too
Smelling like putrid barf & the stuff that got stuck in a hole without any air, shyt stew.

For what it’s worth, the bitter ends justify the unacceptable means, it’s extinction fun
You come and you go, it’s not only you, it’s an edifying universal idea of oneness’ sons
Who mill daughters into the mold we see, hear, touch, smell & feel in utero’s vacuum
They all come and go in a hundred years, much less or a little bit more, into the scrum.

It’s all about the billing, what you pay for what you get, it’s the whole shebang deal
Beginning with zip & zilch, accumulation of Gold is the freeborn nature of dead-meat
Innocence and the guilt is mind-implanted by the minions who run all numbers down
Millions to One ain’t a fair match but the One always ends in victory, one mind blown.

Blood and the tears come leakin’ out the pores until the point is made, transit the void
Put yourself in Beelzebub’s place for a moment in Time, the Past animates Future shock
In a squeak it all finalizes the deal, gasp because it’s incredible, when you die, it’s all over
Nothing like any heaven or hell promised to the faithful minions, buried or burned lovers.

Of this story about the beings who inhabit the Earth grounds, the origin of species’ groin
All about the orgasmic turpitude granted by the powers that be, not us, flip a dime coin
Heads or tails, it will always be either one or the other, no other possibility is the Known
All or Nothing, categorical imperative of a First Cause, “1” unmoved mover cover blown.

Think this way, Earth dissolves as salty NaCl in wet H2O, you weren’t here pre-birth at all
Some folks climaxed into the fertilization of an egg with the dynamic Cause of Life, a bawl
In the south of the States, all the dixie girls & boys call it the spice of life, cookin’ kid-oven
Hot, a hundred degrees, fed by the machine to thrive & expire when Space & Time collide.

Wait a minute or two before you decide what to do, let the idea become for real, it’s moot
A point that can’t be made with your silence, got to speak up and allow the voice to boot
It is as it is above this dirty plane, atoms dissolving into a Singularity’s collapse upon soot
Monkeys aping Koala bears all drank the Kool-Aid, now it’s then, all too human, God’s afoot.

In a tavern at the bar on a barstool chit-chatting with the tender, closed spot, system’s down
Full stop with a full house that can only be beat by 4 deuces or any foursome of a cool clown
All in the pot with my call & raise, I have nothing left but the best hand at the table’s content
Winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing, it’s a Raiders principle that got the airmail sent.

Passing, rushing, intercepting, blocking the opponent progress into oblivion, just to win baby
It’s the only thing that matters, losers never prosper but they die like the rest, a bird & a bee
Prisoners of love and hate, stealing what others earned a la blood, sweat and crocodile tears
Hocked the stuffed animals, cupie dolls & the compartments they lease, extinction God fears.

Homers and homies get the gist of the problem, it’s all about us, we are the Ones who thrive
Or we die in pain or in surprised accidents when you aren’t paying close attention, you dive
From the top of mountains to the bottom of the sea, turns clear to unlit caves of the hu-men
Flight without wings, burrow without the digs, ho-hum, AUM, it’s the thing I am, divine ZEN.

Kites fly, all too human species ends the turmoil, it’s the dissolution of the DNA adaption
We have run the course from zygote to corpse, it is what it is, what it was & will be, a sun
A burning ball of gas, making memories of days and nights flow until a final blink’s done
You know nothing, I can guess the rest as well as you, eyes wide-open, it is me, I am One.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, September XXII, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Highly unlikely to be read by anybody, the beans are the fruit & I am the toot, blew this one out of the Cosmic Dust while jammin’ to @LynyrdSkynrdsInnards on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-qlzg5_hCXo hence, #TurnItUp }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?