#YouDontKnowLikeIKnow #HowMuchYouGot #WaitHereIllBeRightBack #NightDayNightDay #Nickelback #WeNeedBroads #LotsOfBroads

WE NEED BROADS & THEY KNOW IT

Something needs to be written down so that it can be said in the future world’s unborn sons
Daughters will need no boyfriends, no need to have any babies to give grand folks some kin
Dreamin’ without any appetite for the food or data combination in x’s & o’s, all in clear skin
Queer’s the same when it’s different to the perception of the freaks and triggered long guns.

Bribery or a mere kind request for assistance in the candy store where y’all comin’ for more
You’ve got nothing to trade for the addiction, except your service to terminate the appetite
Sooner than later, consider the ending right now without wasting any more time, what for
For the sake of the pride of the family you’ve evolved from, the apes of the lions’ den door.

Last breath just like the first, a shock to be dead to the world, skin & bones back for more
Just a ghost of smoke in the shapeless void that always smells like the ghosts of the whore
Known that the mystery is a secret with a code memorized, never told in spoken Word-up
For nobody anywhere can this ever be repeated, it’s a princess’ prerogative to humph-it-up.

Hefty price to pay when you’ve got the fruit of the loom right here and now in a candy store
Fancy pants thinkin’ you know it all, maybe you do, I did too but I’ve forgotten the inner core
Sounds like fury without any reason, irrational laws created to stir up the inner sanctum web
As above it is the way it’s always been, so below is the confederate state of Johnny the Reb.

Hobo from New York left bowel movements coast to coast all the way to San Diego’s hot fakes
Stole all that from San Ysidro over to San Antonio, battles with the rancheros, stole the valor
Here we are here and now, protecting the ripped off weeds and pines, almonds & landscapes
Peter named poor Richard, subtle James & archetype Albert, DNA bleeding RNA out the core.

Into eggs, the ova of the willing and inadvertent virgin conceptions below a Catholic girl’s skirt
All is good, abortion’s wrong any way you look at it, forest through trees & dreams of star dirt
Trash & rubbish are all you have to show for the significance of important up in smoke stache
Civilization invented Garbage Dumps & thermonuclear annihilation of garbage, I, white trash.

Inherited the horrid errors of random recombination of DNA, the most fit have survived pests
Which will come sooner or later but the extinction of the species won’t pass God’s smell tests
Stench of the high heaven burnt smoke of the chemicals from Argon to Xenon & deep infinity
Helium as we know it, fills balloons with frozen smoke, an electron, a neutron-proton trinity.

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum couldn’t hold a candle to the presence of miraculous things now
Before our very eyes, blinded by Light or not, we become conscious of the gods & Zeus’ glow
Look into the sun when it’s blazing in the northern or southern hemisphere of the planet, see
It was the light that blinded you, burned out your retina inside of your skull’s software party.

Dream within a dream, Edgar Allen & I agree both before & after our deaths, it’ll still be true
That life is nothing more than a random bowl of cherries that some eat & others waste too
Spheroid sweet fruit of the cherry tree to drop the seeds to grow more fruit sap onto the field
Eden’s garden maybe, maybe not, it is written and before they’d spoken, they signaled creed.

Make it all up to avoid fear & loathing results of coming to know absolute Truth, half-naked
It is embarrassing to realize that you’re as ignorant as the birthday you get, all so unaborted
Steal the phenomena without knowing that you think, therefore you exist both above the dirt
As well as being six feet underground, it’s Fact of Life #1, you’re alive & you’re gonna die hurt.

Your mama & papa gave it all they had, the rest of the story is up to you, all intent is presence
Dreams come true if you know that dreams are likely to be none other than heaven’s scents
Soul without matter yet holding power to influence Things themselves or none of the above
I ask questions I’ve already got answers to, they’re all rhetorical, woke awaken, white dove.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST
{ Intellectual regurgitation penned this afternoon while jammin’ to @Nickelback #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ULwIM6Za0QA?si=2l-_sxDTesgHY31D }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShipAhoy etc, etc, etc ad infinitum . . .

HOW T.F. LONG WILL YOU PRETEND THAT YOU KNOW?

From the first day that Earth was captured around the Sun’s magnetic field of dreams

There have been a number of conundrums and without being specific yet, this is the One

Which cannot be fixed with any reasonable, logical solution other than extinction of Man

Knowing and understanding the fact of Earth Life is all you need to survive momentum.

Just as your own ancestors and not yet living descendants will discover, This Is It, done

Nothing you can do about it other than be upset that you & your teachers were deceived

By the wonder of being alive, as if in a dream of gargantuan proportions, follow and lead

Into the fire pit of the ending, the supernova and singularity of being this thing itself, son.

Now then, here & right this very moment you’ve had a come to sweet Jesus-Buddha sin

Blind faith that you’re related to the divinity that’s been invisible since Day One, my spin

In an elliptical revolution like #9, the one The Beatles scratched into my Marantz T-table

Blasted the pioneer speakers with amplified injection of electric venom, ‘X’ on the label.

Prickin’ your ears up like you’ve heard some predator making noise to warn of a coming

Out of the darkness or the light, it depends on the hunger and thirst of the jungle bungler

Fear and trust depending on the things coalescing into a cohesive group of misfit tricks

Paid injections of venom to get the kid’s paychecks & loan notes for 4-wheel drive kicks.

Moron apes have no idea why they're hungry-mad at one another, illiterate illegitimates

How they survive without a modicum of resourcefulness is beyond the pale of high crimes

Now, misdemeanors are wrong but out of the perpetrator’s control, it is a causeless fate

Like it or not, you’ll die & be blamed or credited with “the nonsense,” ergo, a raider rate.

Persuasive argument to justify the ends and the means of production, on the scale tips

Educated in deep diving down under the sea-surface to get to the bottom silt of the GIFs

Coming in and out of the woodwork, in or out of the cave, a hut or condo, above & below

Having the Time in this Space to be consciously aware of your nature, that’s a gift, AHO!

The jets are made for the Jetsons and the Jeffersons, future and past times are unreality

Only the Present which is so fleeting that it’s gone an instant after its arrival, so, so silly

Yet here we go again, a situational comedy on a stage with dialogues between the things

Languages of all humans included, first, last, everything is all about the queens & kings.

Tricks of the magicians who could show you, so what disappears before your very eyes?

Nothing, just like the stuff that was there before your folks conceived you between thighs

Reason’s why the One is chosen because there’s only One asleep & dreaming this truce

Can’t call it fiction because it’s unprovable, Blind Faith, Clapton, Baker & Bruce.

Prehistoric without narrative, boneyards pictographic scribble on cave walls above doubt

Which rain flooded up lowlands up to the foothills, in time dried up nearly into a drought

Continued to be you and me when we’ve bit the dust millennia ago, we’re mere statistics

Compelled by an RNA program to survive to be the most efficient forms' bones & sticks.

#1 We were here, this is our scribbled memory of being alive 'fore we died, above all fear

Scared of nothing but a stronger being attempting to kill & eat my knife arms are eclectic

For a hunter who thinks I am prey, hope you can pray before you find an unholy Maker

Called The One who existed before the sun’s planets followed electrolyte paths, Navy pier.

No hints about your secrets that you’ll never, ever disclose, even if I nailed it exactly right

What happened when you were too young to know better, you had blind faith outta sight

Removed with stolen valor pretending to be a hero when really you may be a villain ho

Deserve nothing more nor less than dire straits y'all immersed within, whistle & blow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER ONE-ONE, MMXXIV Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Infinity monitored as this piece was drafted while jammin’ to #FJBIDO @Ted_Nugent LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/nAATgDrb45k }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GhostedMachine #LOCOMOTION #RichGirl

RADIO, TV & THE POPE’S PEEPS

Are you experiencing deja-vous or complete atheistic catharsis of your deep immersion

Down deep into the psyche of the ones among us who follow fools’ missions well known

If you don’t mind, there’s only nothing left after life in skin and bones, man that blows

All of the time you’ve spent on diving in on the blind faith of ancestors and the crows.

Don’t overlook the things right there in front of your eyes, blind or not, all living die, dead

Meaning that no one alive should be one of the many, it’s the ol’ boogie man jump-up fun

Dancin’ when the sunshine of the star 93 million miles away goes dark in rotation? None

Quicker than white cow milk turns brown & the peanut butter & jelly spread white bread.

Invest your Time in Space spending Money on everything under the sun, like an insect, son

Pretend if only you knew what the truth is about life on this planet’s surface & hard rock on

Ghosts’ Ids are not outside the skin & bones, all knuckleheads know that life is but a dream

It appears to be the essence of DNA malfunction to double-speak like a 2nd rate mule team.

Creative spirits flyin’ around the seven continents, goin’ in and out of love, perpetrating 3.14

Why pi? It’s because something had to be a constant in the vast sea of the unknown, a score

Like first love in teenage years, embedded the awkward & remain in the middle way’s path

Couples and their immediate and extended families from coast to coast, sea to sea’s wrath.

My university granted my degree without ceremony, it’s still the diploma’s diplomatic mark

Flag of confidence waving both near & far, symbolizing the jolly Roger in stealth of the dark

Lower than when you’re too high on alcohol and plant chemistry, as you waste The Precious

 Time as it was promised form Utah sand dune to snowcapped Mt. Ranier Washington prize.

Desire to be free to be, anywhere, anyplace on Earth isn’t possible, absolutely improbable

More chance to be a ghost in a machine that is immortally intelligent, impervious as Hehl

No question that there is something obvious to the child who isn’t a POTUS with hairy legs

#Woke blind or 20/20 hindsight, final gasp fogs a mirror one more time in dire strait’s dregs.

Beer money to pay for the stein or three on the bar, two of ‘em empty in 5 minutes, payday

Clowns can’t be happy or sad, their job is to be or not to be sad or funny to all the others’ day

Oasis or the final ending of the novella written under duress to pay the mortgage & car note

I do what has been done before I arrived, the ones finished are dead, I’ll be too, all she wrote.

Wish three of the triad in the mix, this is it for the last call of the night, it’s 2 AM shouted out

File the tree’s tea leaves in an alpha-numeric file based upon inherited tongue, with no doubt

The Truth will either impale you upon a sword or set you free as a dove into the sky’s blues

Between rain in solid form, clouds of hydrogen and oxygen in an infinite dance of God’s jews.

Party for One, alone in the corner with the pointed hat showing you’ve clowned for naught

Pins stuck into your cushion reminding me that you’ve had nothing else to do for the robot

What your 208 bones are in DNA/RNA acid for the caring and uncaring to survive extinction

Before your parents met, you all were nobody, no one knew you would be the original Sin.

More or less in the linear phase of the angles given, point to point on trajectory to the toke

Where else can we go? This holy and divine offspring of a virgin human is a poppycock too

Fairy tale of a green giant, tom thumb, jack and the beanstalk and hot three pigs in a poke

Lessons taught and learned for the sake of science and one enculturated savage corkscrew.

Kickin’ in the stall just like the good mules who’ve been neutered and abused by mankind

Who is frankly? It’s not a man or a woman, neither a plant nor an animal, yet you crow Sin

The gist of this comes down to this, you don’t know like I know, well you didn’t, now you do

Prior to our conceptions, we ain’t here, after death, we ain’t here, explain that is royal blue.

No light without burning hydrogen, no water without hydrogen & oxygen collisions, at all

Deep under the overcoat of the undercoating, a smoke screen invisible to eyesight’s vision

That is the way to avert the panic once the population is aspirated by the indoctrinated fan

On both sides of the barrier is an empty Void which has nothing to do with any God or Man.

Now, where was you at when the band stopped playin’ the rock and the blues? Funky daddy

Rocked the house five or six times, kids all runnin’ the streets at some of ‘em are, others ain’t

Frequency of the wavelength is the same whether you look at it from inside or outside folk

Either way only the devil can replace the lived, livers of lovers, lone dreamers who got woke.

You could have relied on the old man’s money, but he died and left it to his second CIA cover

You know none of this matters anyways, in or out of the system, when it’s over, it’s all over

Nothing you nor I can do about it, just live until you can’t anymore, no other choices, Fan

Steeplechase me around the corral and you’ll experience why Dick and Jane quickly ran.

It’s the mama of Mona Lisa, who had the same DNA 40 years ago at birth, love-slave wife

Sweeter honey generated by bees that fly between flights of wingless birds, living the life

As if you had another choice other than life or death, you denied the Truth, sceptic genius

Serious as the battles leading to the world wars before and after the atom split, extinct US.

All of the fault of the dead men who left us here with the tools of the species’ extinction, AH

I give them full credit for protecting their dead and buried bones, sunken or burned, riddance

Count backward from a hundred, lose track about thirty or forty & begin again, full of grace

Believe one thing if you blindly follow me, no skull & bones will ever save your pretty face.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 10th MMXXIV Anno Domini 420 PMPST

{ Dropped from the scuffle while shuffling to Buffalo & jammin’ this scat to the flatline wall while listenin’ to @Santana #Abraxas on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/15SR2fRqKVU?si=zei4sH4NCKxoOS2G }

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W.W.A.R.D.?