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SOME WORDS THAT LIE,

BROUGHT AN APPLE TO TEACHER

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Nobody cares that you were not conceived by angels in paradise but seriously so
There’s hardly a moment that passes by my conscious mind without bowing low
One’s ‘X’ power that is me, as humble as humility itself will allow, no secret sauce
Random recombinant DNA through RNA transfer injection of venom, aliens’ boss.

Down to brass tacks for the ticks & ten toes, two feet ahead of the heads of states
Amnesia clears the slate of guilt for command violations, commander-master bait
Neither more nor any less than the function of the calculus, triangulation of point
Over the line resulting from a drawn, linear scratch between invisible, blind dates.

At the alpha ape’s hometown between jungles and deserts, I come to go far away

All galactic, as subatomic to macro-galaxy freedom to surrender your soul today
Pipe dream of smoke & mirrors reflections of deductions & inductions, kill switch
Inter-dimensional elements without H2O in orbit about triple Singularity niches.

Blown your dream up in smoke, slamming your hard objectives into subjective ilk
Everywhere they appear, as around the magnetic resonance in spoiled teat milk
Fission-Fusion atoms, general & specific theories of relativity, dimwit, gluon dust
Made no mistakes, all for the sake of the minions’ skin & bone, a cosmic porridge.

Changing the road you’ve been on since your mother dropped you out the womb
Wasn’t as easy as it looked just because it was a forked son of a gun, stone tomb
Never looked back to see if it was still there in my past, boots caught in a stirrup
Learned a bit about everything & nothing about a thing in every case, bottoms up!

TNT as in dynamite that Dolomite laid down before AC/DC life in a rock hand
Nitroglycerin blew the gold out of the mountains, why the metal ran in salty sand
Last gasp is in us all, you may or may not have company at the rigor mortis’ play
Sitting up, lying down, rotting, eaten or left in ruins to be picked in my own way.

Archeological, misanthropic medium of a whole shebang lost in the spunk of a sun
Light lost and becomes darkness without hope for seeing form and matter comin’
Goin’ far from Shangri la & close to the dumpster in the back alley, it’s a hobo bin
For grafters & storytellers without meaning to ‘em, it’s hip to be a square, my son.

Origins of you personally and everything else on & In this planet, solar systemic
Remember the day your mother conceived you & day before that absurd polemic
Someone said they loved her & moved to animate your corpus’ essence of skunk
Isolate your odors in perfunctory cover-ups, never be one who stank, be a punk.

Doors open & shut quickly whether you like it or not, beware of dogs, once bitten
Fight the bad fight with good enough skills when utilized in stealth and mortal sin
Created from nothing & then advised that Will to Power is cancelled by dead men
Beer for my horses, they’re alcoholic equine souls, so I guzzle a bottle of o’ Jack.

Hot, puppet chick workin’ the strings of the puppet master, up & down, to and fro
Introduced the play, origin of the matrix including every atom is the Unknown bro
Horrific to realize your grandfathers & your progeny had neither human nor divine
What else it could be other than that we’re #Alien, blowin’ terrestrial stop signage.

Dicks with ass-less chaps on a troop ship with @Cher rock rollin’ to higher notes
Check out the hair of the dog when you get a chance, even if you don’t, it’s boats
Arks to carry the animals & plants above the waterline, surface below, sub above
Early graves, overdue tabs awaiting foreclosure, ghost souls’ karma, puppy love.

All about me dancin’ with my sweet baby out at the club Saturday night, boogie
Down home or far, far away on vacation or career movement variables, a woogie
Emergency number to call was 911 whether your loser’s spirit lost the fight or not
Somebody got hurt or killed in the fray, may have been the good or the holy evil.

Boxed in six-sided triangles & three-sided squares, a third empty can of cold beer
You cannot make these things up for free, if they pay for the jingle, it’s all put-on
Monkeys see clearly how to mimic the actors in the troupe, clingin’ to faith & gun
Pioneers just the children of the exiled poor bastards conceived in vain hope-fear.

Old redneck from South Carolina croonin’ to the fanatics in front of the backstage
Hillbilly hittin’ the rhymes with infallible rhythm of country guitars beatin’ my rage
You had what it took but you lost it on the way to find what you had I’m outta time
Cover hair on the head because of bearded pimps pretending, full stop on a dime.

It played smoothly as if a bridge was coated in black ice, cold as clear light blight
Blown corks out the bottles, in celebration of the thing itself going into a fair fight
The herd in the corral were the slaughter of tables in the near future, farm to fork
Ramblers & Firebirds movin’ aside for the Mustangs and Camaros, magnets work.

I’ve gone fishin’ every time that it’s my time to be serious MRI look in my hot head
Usually about a hundred degrees of heat keepin’ the cranium cool, I’m alive, dead
Meaning steps away from it always, all accidental todays & intentional tomorrows
Cosmic stew in a resonance, a millimeter from nappy curls and brain stem flows.

Dirty rotten garbage in the trash dump, isolating a stench in a pit, far from crowds
It had to be this way, vermin rats & bubonic plague as well as foul odors of doom
Breach the star, rip the Singularity from the penumbra, salute a fool’s errand skip
Locomotion sang in a groove on the tracks, I gave it a chance, turned a radar blip.

Help ain’t comin’ but you’re getting’ the knack, it’s the karma you owe to randoms
Run into every one of them at random, males, females, friends of failed condoms
Claim you were meant to be, for karma’s sake or the intent of loving mates of life
Apple tree of knowledge got cut down for firewood, power seeds of human strife.

Sat down on the swing of delight, pushed myself, couldn’t wait for a helping hand
Darkness turned to light thanks to the revolution of Earth spinnin’ a rubber band
Stretching the void to its limit before a Singularity reclaims its natural deity, H2O
Medium keepin’ mud wet down to cracking faults, pole to pole, a God’s final blow.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XXVI^th , MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @CarlosSantana #ZEBOP link @ https://youtu.be/1F1rcLpPNd8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

EVERYBODY'S GONE SURFIN' U.S.A. #JacuzziJack @WashingtonHuskies @TheBeachBoys

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

I GET AROUND

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As cool as the spit in your mouth when you’re lost in the dessert without a canteen of H2O
Sudden impact of the darkness’ starlit sky with the dessert calls of night creatures of blow
We can’t see the Truth since there seems to be none available without the fool proof cons
Pulling in the gullible to the nest of snakes, a lair of lions, either way, y’all gonna still die bro!

Divided and conquered before you knew it, let your guard down from the tight gripped trip
Solo in and out of the mix, compound is the nest’s creature in & out of the ovum’s wet slip
Lower below the uttermost echelon of the pit, it’s the one you see when you look out below
Hot or cold, in five to ten minutes, the corpus will become dillecti and you’ll pucker for blow.

Home or far away on the opposite side of the base of origin, still under One star’s galactics
Mercy in the cage when the crack stays open long enough to leak out the open gash for kicks
Liberty to lie as if the Truth mutates into it’s own contradictory, propositional logic, all mothers
Knew they’d find the trouble with making love, conception of the viral punks made by fathers.

Fear you’ll die, you’re right on the money, hence get busy & do what you got to do, no time out
It’s the game that is On, it ain’t Off until I say so, you’ll hear my last gasp, it’ll be your last doubt
That I was always the One that kept the motion in locomotion, the loco was all in my own mind
Cool or slippery when wet, hot potato, the species spits in slits, fires up mitosis of the third kind

Billing the mothers and fathers for being too lonely not to commingle DNA, can’t be all alone
Love & Hate alternate, a kiss first & then a final divorce decree, separation of a daughter’s son
Colors white to black, auditory vision in 3D for the initiation of the extinction, all too humane
Like it or not, no choices for the minions, be The Ball, dribble, shoot, score & drive me insane.

Dams of the gods, kept the gas combo of liquid close to the vest, to fish & wash the funk out me
You got some too but you can’t admit the Truth to anyone, the Word can’t get out, the gods see
Happy girls & disgruntled sons of the happy girls get together for holidays that ain’t gone south
Fried, cooked, seared, baked, heated, burnt out mind that eats all words put into the big mouth.

Guessed correctly because there was no choice, freedom or servitude are a flip of the switch
All we have can be eliminated in a heartbeat, then it’s all over, hot karma exchange for justice
No more time left for the unborn nor the dead & gone, timelessness got nothin’ on me, bitch
Stay long time, a quickie won’t do, marry your daughters to the androids who won’t take a pizz.

Fools congregated for the preachers to mend from their lives of random chaos, pretenders all
No chance for a second chance and there is all there is to it, jumpin’ for my love & yours, call
Me when I hear your voice makin’ a move on me, One star in One constellation’s psycho funk
Jump even higher than your feet could ever fly high for you, like magic you can smash a dunk.

Ready and waiting behind the curtain like the wizard that never was Oz or a wicked west witch
All the right moves in synchronicity with the essence that preceded all of the existence, beotch
Filters clear, only catchin’ the truth & a slow groove, all the lies about the nature of Love’s kicks
Slow hand at the end of two arms that realize the place in Space that evokes the stars in chicks.

Global thermonuclear exchanges & fast moves to be the king of ballistic missilery, megatonnage
You have never had anything like the thing itself but you need it to graduate into Troclom Tricks
Where in the blazes that may be is what this here & that there are all about, no more nor less
Something that never existed before the conception, dream within the dream’s infinite clicks.

Alright now then there’s a lot of karma comin’ down on my soul now at 72, I put it off for a few
Now, the chickens have come home to roost, rebels and the Yankees all know it’s all about gold
Contracts to force the deal to be square, nobody gets away with murder, all about cosmic stews
Gas within a dirigible is in a constant loop of hydrocarbons malfunctioning as if God’s got Blues.

Tricky as what no other effect has ever followed, daughter, sister & mother all wanted screws
So, I fled into the flight of the Air Force that inducted my 12 years of unmarketable scout skills
It’s a drag to have wasted that time doin’ this & that thinkin’ patches and badges of old fools
Leaders who malfunctioned & then tried to pass it on down to the minions in the mass’ Pool.

Rock in the world, all that’s left of the supernova, 7 notes of treble and bass puttin’ on the Ritz
Recall the gravitational Void will appear but nobody will know, existence will be broken into bits
What they are precedes the essence of what we are, still runnin’ around the clock, 24/7 bad sin
Know it’s gonna end, even though I love forever to be, repairing the malfunction, fix extinction.

Everybody knows, you know & I know that it’s all about the California girls Sacto to Corona town
Sitting on your fence waiting for you to mock my indecision to get down on one side or another
There’s no help on the way, there really isn’t any justice here or in the after-life, you’ll judge it
Not for me to say, que sera, whatever will be will be, future’s ours to see, it’s divinity’s gambit.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It’s a really dusty road to be on with no broom or a blower, you’ll see nothing clearly, Everclear
Inebriated ought to be aware, to survive as the most fit do, you must exude fierce power, fear
Nobody that confronts your face or back is allowed to violate a tiny mind’s eye of work today.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @1705 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uU0BOyQRjWM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#YourKissIsOnMyLIST X's & O's from infinite Lipz that exist to get Flipz!

 

CONSTANT STATES OF THE INFINITE’S  AMNESIA

Now & then, you’ve had a tough Time of it accepting one mortal nature, Space death of us all
There ain't no justice, postmortem has no answer except, WTF did Earth come from? A Bang?
Come on now, we weren’t there but we’ve constructed language to yield yet One mortal Yang
Ala Herr infinite Ying’s supratomic disaster awaiting all Ends & Means, ourselves, all suicidal.

Born to be wild, free, mortal runnin’ with the wind blowin’ sideways into the falls of Niagara
Over the edge where the water drops into gravity’s snare in the recycled H2O, never for RA
Sun, superstar that shines closer than the rest, hundred million miles away from hot blood
Staying cool but not frozen, ice-cold feelings disregarded in a mirror but effective, wet mud.

Be dishonest, you have no skin in the game & it doesn’t matter one way or another, lie to me
Begging for words to mask a Truth to be uncovered by Holmes-type investigation sleuthing
Cause of the first effect means that #TheChicken did indeed precede the laid DNA birding
Without the Thing itself there would be no other things, mortal or immortal, to be not to be.

Open close eyes of blinded boys and girls associated with the philosophers of Karl & Fred
Putting the nihilism in your baby pablum force feeding the hungry critters, innocent, dead
Of the importance of your personal parents’ love and devotion to your well-being, word up
Devoid of the feeling of happiness and contentment, led to a sheep slaughter for Zeus’ cup.

Dog food for the masses, buy a case or two to avoid the metaphors of Man eats Dog’s food
Puddle of blood underneath your 208 bones, can’t stand-up comedy although y’all should
You don’t know like I know or maybe you do, in any case nothing matters & if it did, I’d expire
Without any ceremony, wake, funeral, monument of engraved granite-rock, soul lit, on fire.

Conspiracy to fix your dull gaze upon the inner society you’re not any part of, all in plain site
Of your mice or your women and men, spiders, snakes, insects, bacteria and old Dolomite
Bringin’ the fools back to the jungle’s deepness, ghetto of the streets ‘tween BS & hot kicks
Being is less or more than enough, got scars and tattoos to remind you of unforgotten licks.

Knowledge although impossible is still all there is left of the ignorance of the Cro-Magnon
Nimble Jack jumpin’ over a candlestick and finding your mother & father in bed, havin’ fun
Kind of weird seeing your origin, once again conceiving something, a form of daughter/son
One, twins, triplets, quads, quints or sects matters to none but mama, on to her extinction.

I suggest running and hiding from the Truth, it’s naked and it’s not for the innocent of guilt
Full responsibility you’ve assumed, before your conception, you’re still undersea in the silt
Flagged for danger to avoid extinction, it’s all you’ll get, a red piece of cloth waving to & fro
Ready & get your consciousness set, only we know, life ain’t easy, whistle lips, let’s blow.

Ennui defined, I’m not your thesaurus, therefore, google it, start Marx’ search engine, hottie
You’re lucky to have lived to be able to wonder why you’re alive, what happens when I died
I’m long gone, but this bears repeating, you’ll be dead too, like your poor kids who ain’t fried
Hum along if you don’t know the song, got only 7 notes on scale, Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti.

Work hard for your bread, it goes in and out of your proverbial pocket, as if it’s not for real
Yet it is all there is, then you die & someone disposes of the remnants of the skin & bones
What is consumed is defalcated and then defecated in an infinite cycle until the supernova
May be today, tomorrow but for certain not yesterday, bend over me & kiss me, mitotic ova.

Funny to have more money than anyone else on Earth, a billionaire for real, Reality of One
No more than that one can handle the shattered Many, a leftover of the Big Bang’s All Done
Subatomic to the macroscopic and galactic up unto the cosmic totality, mental image void
Nothing before & Nothing after, here & now where you are, dog head Jesus was an android!

Think I’m wrong & that’s OK, at least you know the Truth now, incredible Vibe to carry-on too
Until the day you die, you’ll recollect the day you became conscious of the reason for being
On Earth, alive above the dirt or dead & gone below it, full skeleton & skull’s bones, be King
Of your breathing function, follow rules, avoid humane judges, online, in print, black & blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, X-XXII-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Copied out of my mind’s eye while in audiophile mode, jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #WhatIsHip etc… link @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs?si=VMXJcM4ZNB0HTvf7 }

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