#RiffRaff #ACDC #WakeUPTheWokeBeforeTheWake #JumpForMyLove

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 A put-on for atomic mass

A-Team of warrior classes assembled in the backwoods’ tundra, all unholy jailbait
Ex-con defensive offense in state gaol, heads spinnin’ aggression only to annihilate
Feel it, antennae eject out of the bones’ mutation from 1951’s afterbirth placenta
Uneaten, simply disposed of my origin’s fuel for my mother’s milk, dried formula.

What you could never know since the Word cannot be read or said, an idiot rubric
Cube of six-sided dots and scratches, a die that rolls with another to complete dice
Got a pair in my deep pocket, awaiting inevitable production of bully fear put-ons
Comin’ out the clouds, down the mountain through foothills to a valley, my sons.

Daughters all got their heads spinnin’ before they hit thirteen, bleed on paradise
Making something out of nothing but a spurt or jazz puddle playin’ all snake eyes
Move slow into a snake pit, look around for all exits, drink nothing in glass or can
Journey about Spring, Summer, Autumn & Winter over 3 times 20 & 10, I’m Man.

No hiding out on your mothers and sisters, they know it all, can’t hide the power
Extinction and survival all in the hands of the ladies, not the gentlemen, no peers
History amendments and policy adjustments pending variable presentations of Id
Inner persons who appeared like magic after their conceptions, turned @TheS#it.

You are living in front of the band, being the face of the put-on, it’s no joke, reality
I, messenger & like superman, can’t be shot with lead, stabbed by plastic or metal
From skull to heels, my function is to keep Soul alive, survive in scum of swamps
Could be both here, there & everywhere else, seen & invisible to eyes of chumps.

Inability to move your know-it-all elder funk, from the pure, clear light of the gods
You & I know it deep within, denied the peripheral congregation’s head spinning
Clearly the One’s fog has lifted shyt into the-know-it-all phase of divinity’s dump
Follow me to this cliff, you’re dressed to kill but all you’ve got to do is, just JUMP!

Hunks of dreams between the awake, the woke & the drones of a Rio Linda dump
Drink something now, hurry up, drink your ale, beer, spirits stuck up in your rump
New York brought you to the final ending of your Finale, don’t hide, I got you, Jill!
Yelling, screaming like the unborn about to be aborted, you’re 60, dressed to kill!

 by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XX, MMXXIV @ 911 AMPST

{ Copied this out of Our Minds’ eyes, I got two of ‘em, nobody else does, I’m the only one, livin’ in Funk with @TheWho at the #HideOut #ThePutOn finished the touch while jammin’ to @TheWho #EminenceFront link @ https://youtu.be/rx6Zgz0TZuA }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatIAM Daze Gone Bye Bye #CountMeOutIn #GreenHornetanthem

DON’T BLAME ME, MAN

Strikes and balls are concepts of the pitching count leading to hits, unchecked errors
Hurling knuckleheads to the catcher, nobody knew where it was comin’ in back doors
Hair cut in a hurry left bare skin to contend with the frost & ice of one sun-less night
Punchin’ ourselves in our own faces’ noses, a division of revision, jailhouse cell fight.

Murder she wrote & he performed the operation, accidentally on purpose, now it’s on
One off, I walked, doubled, tripled & homered in the bottom of the ninth, three at bats
All I needed to get the MVP, always the pivotal link in the chain, naturally I gitter done
Wobble around and yank it out of its mooring without notice, dying dead will be fun.

Blind because you have no hindsight or insight, you’re just plain out of sight, a put-on
Inherited from either a random atom or Adam & Eve, you get nowhere on the trail, son
Yet, if you don’t try you’ll always wonder if you were on point or off on a tangent’s lure
Bigger small fish in oceans, rivers, streams, ponds & muddy lagoons, living mud, for sure.

Period piece of coagulation of the sanguine blues, turned red for the retooling womb tomb
Some make it out alive & some go out screaming bloody murder to the reincarnation goons
Keeping track of the miniscule & macroscopic is the job of the expert cyborg CP3O droid fuss
You & I are expendable as we’ve always been to the supernatural creator above & below US.

Kung-Fu on you & yours for the freedom of speech & freedom to possess fire in nuclear arms
Commentary can’t be squelched by the minions nor the overlords of the rules & school marms
Teaching the teaching is not falling for the duplicitous funk in textbooks of Mammon & Bubba
As if they know more than the innocent infant born of love or lust, a pain in the ass of @aIntel.

United states of amnesia is convenient, I remember the jets being mobilized for carpet bombs
Fear and loathing of the tiny #ChickenLittles crying about the sky falling when it’s impossible
What is happening is the Earth will atrophy as an electron around an atom is annihilated by us
Neither of US, nobody alive believes that a chain reaction is Origin of extinction, all a final fuss.

Broken in a zillion pieces, H2O split into Hydrogen & Oxygen gas, keep ‘em separated forever
Pricking us with the points of sharp blades, no escrimaderos follow rules of the mammon fever
Call it pure golden rule, the ten commands, karma retro scat, no pun intended, scum bag hits
No look passes, peaking with the peripheral peaks and all final, winning threes, frozen shitz.

Hell is below the high water, but the water will evaporate into deep space, in New York minutes
Solid theory begins with the premise’s first assumption, the mood is satisfying the empty brutes
Good, bad or indifferent, believing that this Life is not forever is a first step to freeing the mind
But the jerks can’t take over the field of dreams and nightmares morphing into daymare shine.

You will & you will not will things to happen by focusing on the thing and willing it to be or not
There’s a notion to begin and end this life as we know it, it’s beyond war & beyond peace, robot
Pete and repeat armored up their arses, talkin’ packin’ & concealed, no joke, don’t even try it
Corks screw you into oblivion just like the immaculate conception you bargained for, the #Shyt.

Now & then, that’s Life in Time and Space, goes presence in the present, terminate the snitch
Highway robbery by the infamous #StoogeGangsters, they’re strapped Glocks awaitin’ da bros
After the poppin’ ceases & the smoke rises up to gunpowder clouds above & below neutrinos
Disrespect VPOTUS imagery in private, a “day after in Gaza,” it sucks, justice is a ham sandwich.

Briefly recollect your ultimate understanding of reasons why Life exists on Earth, as We know it
Accidental collision of blown stardust from the universal Big Bang before the Singularity screws
Collapsed matter into a Black Hole of annihilation that you saw in an electron telescope’s shyt
Pile of rubble, you live & die by the sword, without a good pie in the sky, out lemon-lime blues.

You have your fear within your conscious mind’s presence, mindful of fear it causes the demise
Of spirit itself, cosmic dust conglomerated into a divine puff of power smoke, Mother Mary eyes
Surprisingly the exact same thing that is caused by the Big Bang is the cause of all our zygotes
From that breach of the epidermal layer, the RNA swirls into the world as we know it, she floats.

Babbling as usual as if it matters that you’ve got an opinion to opine upon, higher improbability
Eating matter that used to be alive, reformed in a unique presentation, hot or cold as apropos
You hear the words but misinterpret the gist of arguments’ deduced conclusions, Truth’s debris
You thought you knew but it was an illusion, nobody knows anything, so knowledge cannot be.

Last snort of oxygen knowing there won’t be another whiff, not even a weak smoke signal sign
If there was ever this right here & that right there, if & only if it’s a close encounter of a 3rd kind
Then it’s one big gig of a bookie to use Bank to parlay the spread, it’s a put on outside & inside
Insidious, yet, arbitrary without an agenda since it’s not Human but better than “All Too Human.’

Swearing at your hogs in the slop until the goats get ready to graze, eating weed roots like Man
Eliminating imaginary divine freedom to move your mind from one flesh box to plywood coffin
You don’t know like I know, Ma gave birth to y’all illegitimate orphans, still-born an idiot at least
Dubious as all get out, confusion to assist your quest for understanding the nature of the beast.

Common RNA seed grown in polluted grounds, government dumps, naturally, poisonous jet fuel
Leaking into the ground water between the center-most core of the stardust clump in hell’s orbit
Bathe, shower & most importantly y’all gone wild with washing the hands & feet that animate It
Everything, the Self & It’s blood, y’all know is more important than RNA poets in Mad magazine.

Am I right or are you wrong for pointing out that contradictions are neither True nor False, yet
They are important, they are impossible just like Hot cannot be Cold, Man cannot be God gold
Do not interrupt the flow of invisible metal in circumnavigation about your empty, bleak head
As the conception deception takes hold, grow, multiply & deteriorate in line of Yin & Yang duet.

I have your monkey on my back again, I am the organ grinder, corner musician labor of charity
Pleasing your ears’ hearing for a bit of your gold you’ve gleaned from blood, sweat & your tears
Complex simplicity of the Dewey Decimal System, measuring your all too human mighty powers
To imprison the evil doers who escape their mothers’ wombs to attempt species’ extinction pity.

Don’t do this or that, readin’ signals comin’ from red, amber & green lights on four corners I see
Of every block, every mouse & man in cartoon-like animation in front of Minds of Time’s galaxy
Here we are now, we the people of united states of amnesia salute the holy killers who eat pigs
Slop them in mud, let them eat scraps of leftover dead meat & vegetation, trucked in their rigs.

Fine lines around the shape of a thing itself, the contour of the form in the mind’s eye, chimera
Dream about the imagery presented into the middle of the cesspool of a fuel dump, love flora
Flowers and their scent that attract the birds and the bees, to swallow the sweet love of the sun
Star shines, the light photosynthesis reaps the swords of the men & women who kill the fun.

Morals and rules to command the beasts who roam the open range, hot mess just setting it up
Concerts from eight to midnight paying off the daily practice of pickin’ & grinnin’ about the stuff
Whatever your people left in your bag of tricks, mocking the good, the bad & especially the ugly
Culture of the anthropomorph is your mama’s hugging arms, feeding your penchant for frenzy.

Pole to pole, circumference around the uncovered rocks and mud, planetary accident of ape sin
Dropped your knees onto the ground, find the dogs are eatin’ the other dogs, spittin’ out bones
All that’s left someday down the road will be the graveyard of where life used to be, a back door
I ain’t havin’ the pain and suffering and worry of the idiots and fools comin’ like a petty whore.

Nothing wrong with a good ol’ whore comin’ out the woodwork when you need one, a put-on
For the minions and their followers, not me, not you, I don’t know who, it’s like a empty John
Where you go number one & number two, with or without a saxophone solo from the cloud 9
Between 8 & 10, where it’s happening with or without the chill pills, pre-hangover raw egg, fine.

Dig, what I mean by what I say, irrelevant though it may be, yelling louder than the mic’d up Sin
Margin between the unknown & what you think you know is negligible, it’s fire on the mountain
Burning the day into the night’s time, showing revolution and orbital integration into the ellipse
But the liquid makes us wobble, always on track to repeat the rock and roll, beats epileptic fits.

Harmony in the bottom of the cinders’ collection of notes from A to G, sharp, flat, I don’t care
All the same to me, in my grave’s freedom, it’s serous to be in the ass’s hole, piece of scat hair
Philosophy of the monks of Zen & the Aristotelian-Platonic ideas post Socratic, I Kant, Van Gogh
Throttle on the handlebar or the floor, just flick the switch in the power box, an imaginary blow.

Played your blind faith until it ran out with you seeing yourself as the problem & solution, I Am
Nothing more than this here or that there, my daddy told me Nothing I’m givin’ to you for free
No finale or encore in the repertoire for the minions and the maroons who can’t hang flim flam
One day you’re here, next day you’re all gone, you know it, I know it, it’s my fault, Ape, Godam!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Ten-19-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ If you’ve read this peace d’resistance then you’ve succeeded at Nothing in general and Nothing in particular, it’s the Form of The Gluons who deal with #Blues in #TuckerTime, @MarshallTucker #Studio317 LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/Zf-Z7FxIQsg }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Schism without the Jism Gism, whatever... #WTH do you mean by this? #ThisMeansWAR! #HukunaMatada

HAVE GUNS & TRAVEL

All raving on about everything under the burning star, our sun 1/10th of a billion clicks

Harm done to nobody anywhere for any reason, it’s called a Christ-like self-made Man

Fear of the haters comin’ at me with the mob ahead of them, agitators of Flim-Flam

Safe or in jeopardy matters little once you bargain for the last breath reprieve, bam!

Higher than the highest snowcap-hilltop where nobody can breathe, out of O2 for us too

Caves yay deep in the crevice’s cracked up state of being, a cool monster meteor of H2O

Lost Space & found in Time’s revolutionary war, orbital trajectory in gravitational collapse

Singularity inside of this black hole, Raptors digested & disintegrated, TNT drones’ swarms.

Corks stuck into the bottle tops of wine & spirits that can’t be contained like a genie smoke

Bums and junkies calculated the odds of them surviving the night, avoiding death down low

Beneath the surfaces, infants rule your activity from first to last gulp of milk, suckin’ #woke

Eyes’ lids remained wide-open when rigor mortis attacked the cerebral cortex, attack #toke.

Taking cache bids for a contract, a dollar to a billion of them, compounded daily etc, etc, etc

When you see what every living thing sees the day you die, you’ll know for certain, it’s Ra

There has always been a creature that came after Nothing was Present, unaccounted it all

Holy of Holies, we revered the thing itself, reverence above our own parental DNA, our pall.

Bread and butter now in sight of the meal, scrumptious & delectable collectable are States

Of fifty, more or less, some on & one-off continent states you fly over of satellite blind dates

Intel gathering by UFO’s which are yo' Time-Space invaders, here they come, ready to aim

It’s Fire, like AC/DC sang out loud, twenty-one-gun salute, now, just do it, a cryin’ shame.

Baffle me & confound you to put us both in a pickle with an empty jar, 1st grade homerooms

Hardware and the less hard, dense matter is all there is in the Cosmos, no more to sing

Halls like caves between dirt-packed floors & walls, darker than yo' mama’s smokin’ wombs

Familiar with nobody’s family, the inquest of ancestors has reached it’s final, happy ending.

Caring for your name from Aaron to Zach, it’s about minimum wage to launch you to Europa

It takes five years, you’ll sleep four years and then rejuvenate for the landing on God’s papa

Where beaches and H2O mix with the lightning and thunder form the orbital friction spark

This here and that there, a thing itself forms, sees its reflection in H2O, no wavelength dark.

Bums and the junk accumulated in the wake of failure, educated by drones & angry birds

Targets have a bull’s eye, aiming for the center will hit the hole, splitting the emptiness herd

After life, after death, you ain’t here anymore, you’re nowhere to be found by anyone else

Smaller caliber than .22, a derringer of two rounds of powder to derange the mind’s aisle.

Higher than the stratosphere, empty Void brought the garbage together in a dump to stir

Construction paper, plastic & organic matter, a la pre & post-fecal out-houses submit to her

Mother Earth on a roll along a narrow path it’s always been on since the Big Bang, elliptical

Your memory of a moment before your material conception, that’s it, that’s all there is pal!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 10-14-2024 AD 222 PMPST

{ Cracked out of the nut while listenin’ to #DreamLover in a loop by @RickNelson on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V77qc-77Rkc?si=Z5YInnY6lGtfIiJk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?