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Wednesday, December 04, 2024

#MyTwoCents #TooOldLetGo #SoulStripper an @ACDC #YouKnow . . . @JohnWick6VI @KeanuReeves @TomCruise @Eminem #SlimShady @MaryWells @TheTemptations #AintTooProudToBEG


 
Picassoesque Woman, shake yo' android
Exactly why you go to church on Sunday or temple or mosque on the holy, worship swings
Finish lines at the exact latitude & longitude as the recurring Start lines, flyin’ angel wings
Nothing you nor I can do other than keep moving on the Timeline, it’s just a shout away too
High volumes pierce every ear that hears the buzz of constant interference, off the air blue.
 
Synchronicity of your psyche and the revolution of Earth on the ecliptic of grandpa Pete’s Id
Knowledge of the usual effects of specific causes acting in perfect timing as a humane Ego
Distance between things causes the effect of dropping data into a black hole datum COVID
Nineteen, favorite number out of a hundred, I had nineteen friends, I’ll die at a hundred & 19.
 
I know you can’t believe it, it’s not for blind faith, it’s incredible & another Time dimension
Blind faith required for now and then, consciousness of Reality attempts to crush you in sin
Not that you’ve done anything wrong but the blame & guilt is all for you now go get all you can
If you don’t then who will get the good things with ape’s double swords ready for retribution.
 
Think you are where you’re going to be in a hundred, thousand or even one day from now, meh
Meaning that human misbehavior is successfully regulated by ten commands & olden rules
You may be crazy or just a genius pretending to be, to avoid the work-a-day world of earning it
Food for thought, it’s the matriculation of your tuition that allowed Karl Marx to spout off chit.
 
No more nor less of black dogs who’ve come from bitches with no cause, just stray alley cats
New year comes every spin around the sun, sunny days never far from the flyin’ vampire bats
Mary had a little lamb, she needed the cash so she sold the wool & mutton to Jack’s lion den
Where evil spelled backward is live & you can never tell which is which, thrown in a death spin.
 
No regrets, did it all & did it over & over again, not bragging just stating facts of life I never knew
Walking around in Space from place to place whether asleep or wide awake, all Phillip’s screw
Love or not, species began with or without a reason, it’ll dilapidate due to it’s moral imperative
You have one, good, bad or ugly, it is Matter in Forms spending Time in empty Space, it is alive.
 
Without an oven, cake won’t bake, it will rise in the heat of the night & cook at 375 degrees hot
Out the hot oven, slit sideways in two, infused with cherry whipping cream from the smoke pot
Crystal, gold, out Acapulco or Mazatlan into a thin air, floating coast south to north Siberia ice
Celebrate with a salute to the ones who came before us & died before they heard the True lie.

Hollow world inside of this Earth-ball of dirt, I ain’t trippin’ over bottomless pits of John Wick’s
Don’t freeze in ice, don’t burn in flames of fire, just live let live, don’t kill & eat living, BBQ meat
As if that stops your loop of death & destruction, banquets of dead steaks & chick drumsticks
Any humans that are dumber than a rock, please survive & reproduce your own kind, Big Feet.

Breast fed no more, after a first bite, that was the end, pain & suffering began the gentle scree
Milk came from the goats’ teats, the cows’ utters, some white, some brown chocolate, creamy
From Philadelphia or Sonoma, cheese & wine flow is all that’s really important, you all on duty
Maybe so, maybe not, bottom line, you’ll throw a toast, salute to my grand dads who begot me.

Before you go & check out for the duration of the Time & Space you’ve gleaned, now hear this
Guides of the orphans are the same categorical imperatives of the good, the bad & too pizazzed
Harmony in treble & bass synchronicity, it’s lyrics of the wind and metal to beats of dead skin
Here and then you’re gone, me too, everybody from Adam to the last man, Molochian fission.

Do you comprehend the nature of the Truth? I didn’t assume so, you’re as idiotic as a moron
To be or not to be was never any question worth the final answer, you are food for the big sons
Y’all eat your Adams every eve, you’ll become catatonic with the food of preconceived notions
Give me a few moments to download the uplink to the final induction, I am what, original sins?

Down to brass tacks that Sister Gertrude gave to Sister Ann to beat up the monsignor silkworm
Heard your voice in empty rooms without an audience hearing The Truth, living gods are dead
This is the absolute Truth, babies grow into the language of sheep, lookin’ down, never ahead
Wearing the red, the black and blue, to change water into a wedding wine, to keep a soul firm.

Bodies will live and die; souls are invisible and pretend to fly without the skull and bone dust
I gave you & everybody else a hall pass to move freely about the empty, trip-waxed, hall fuss
First Cause of the One point One formula is both Unknown & Omnipotent, dark above & below
Fill holes, all seven voids you’ve counted, in and out the body politic, cashing in on the DOW.

Blink & it’s all gone, go see for yourself, nothing left, no God, God’s angels or your own mama
Certainly, it’s Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, success is immanent as we come out papa
Bibles go unread by fakers from Genesis to Revelation, it’s old & new testaments of stray cats
Shining blacklights’ into lightweight jokes without punch lines, fastball-screwball fungo bats.

God, living evil angelic group, invisible and without responsibility for humanity, all too human
I’m playing cards in a game of 52 in the deck, no jokers, four aces & runs of hearts & diamonds
Faceless hearts, spades & clubs for the diamonds we hold so very dear, I’m runnin’ Trump tight
Every trick you lead, losers to my hand of power, my love of pardons, god forgive Man’s bite.

Fools in paradise, blinded by clear light shining on the Truth for the blind to see, punt the ball
Let the defense kick the offense back into their end zone, stay asleep, keep it up my dreamers
TNT more or less gives no chance for review, obliteration is a necessary condition for a kill fall
Globetrotting down under the artwork of Deals, millionaire descendants evolved slave-masters.

Hippies without hips, lost what they won & got the record for being the biggest loser since One
All in a single thing rolled in a spherical object, downhill skis will poke through your young gun
Faster than a 32 feet per second drop, it’s a struggle without intent, gravitation, collapse of dirt
Patchouli oil & leather filling dive bar’s scents, sleepy intercourse up your caboose’s miniskirt.
 
Paid all poor people for just being born by mortal sins, it’s welfare for the extinction of species
Nevermore like a crow or a raven, calling your mama from the barb-wired fence, I love @See’s
Chocolate, caramels, nuts, fruits and vegetables for teachers and students who fly, just to die
Last man, last woman never aborted by the enlightened, single homo sapiens, this is God’s lie.
 
Y’all will live after you die, that’s a lie, impossible to exist as smoke & mirrors of a Word salad
When you gasp one more time, that’s all you get, friend & foe, relatives or distant enemies, bad
Completely forgot the unforgotten, unfortunate for my other-worldly take on a whole shebang
Last huff of breath, gasp at what you see, holy nothing at all, it is done, it’s All out the ol’ Wang.
 
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Freezember 5th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Blasted out the Void while jammin’ to #TwilightZone from the CD @ThePhilosophersStone  @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/pWDs_OP1-JE?si=Qnt8s2HN23s8o24v }
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#EnterGreenDragon #FyteByteLite #WheresMyHoneyComb #InThMeadow @VanMorrisson #UpTheRiver #WhenYouWereYoung  #YMCAdespicable #Meh

Sunday, December 01, 2024

#TRUMPED #ClutchYourPearls @JohnWickChapter5 @KeanuReeves

Rock, paper, scissors, win kin
There is only one way you can get down a One-Way street safely, one direction for atoms
In peacetime or in battles of war for the Gold in one form or another, traders of the bums
Slaves used to fetch and corral the things themselves in banks and rivers of rockin’ flow
Played and beat the songs until the people paid them to stop, applause to end the glow.

Before you conceived yourself, you were nowhere in sight, now you’re here to get begone
No reason for this or that, forget the whole story leftover by the scratches on the cave wall
Angry with you for havin’ a party when everybody else suffers from the ignorant & decrepit
Fun and work when you’re wide awake, dreamin’ in somnambulistic ecstasy, a SOB’s son.

Came outta nowhere, momentary lapse of reason with a plan, no known finale, gods’ cough
Picked out of the minions vying for the attention of the ones who wanna tear icons apart too
Fixed the causes that have the fixed effects, there’s no surprises without the First Cause, so
It’s either in all of us or none of us, lucky to have been torn apart by the rhythm and beat off.

Can’t even put my finger on your form, your shape, your spirit, the flesh and bone you occupy
To be or not to be only two options for you & for me, the dead don’t care, preconceived either
We do, all of us who us Love and Hate to roll our vehicles back and forth, out Hell’s kitchen
To the bottom of the sea off of the Baja peninsula up to Alaska’s Bering Sea, it’s Adam’s sin.

This is what he begot us descendants, what a guy, great-great grandpa delivered 24-hour blues
From Joe to Zach and in reverse to Eve’s Adam, disobeyed rule of law with unpaid union dues
Now square and even Steven, a moment to feel the flow of the sounds, beat & tweak on amps
Full of beats that crack into yo’ bones, broken no more even if you’re deaf, dumb, ol’ gramps.

Shift gears from fifteenth down to second, around horseshoe bend back to the straightaway
What I’ve got isn’t normal, an anomaly in my pocket, deep above my right hole in the segway
Needs and wants to feel like they’ll last forever but they’ll be dead and gone soon enough, son
Ain’t my intent to spoil your hot licks but if it does, they weren’t as hot as you, it is all done.

Songs silence in the night, unheard of in the daylight yet still, deep in the DNA’s display wigs
Long or short-haired males and females, XX’s & XY’s appearing to not know they’re the ones
All left-over evolutionary remnants of 1 original Thing Itself, what came before the Big Bang
A priori until the a posteriori reveals the beautiful, grotesque and divine Void, so Stones sang.

Luck of the draw is all you’ll ever get, it’s all there is, intent-power if you’re a magician-man
Full of the ways to force things to occur without them appearing conscious of the shift of sand
Underneath their feet, their boots, their sandals, it’s all about the dream & waking up so soon
Watch todays turn to nights, sleep, wake-up over and over again until you can’t bear any fan.

Of the gods, of the women and men, we ride up high just like the stars headed to infinite shat
On being in a proverbial in-crowd means nothing the day you die; they leave you with a byte
Been there where you’re at in the pee, King as you get checkmated by the queen & her knight
Full of the scat you’ve consumed, it’s your free choice to transform matter into Earth’s scat.

Bring you’re A-game to the show, you’ve got to perform as if it’s your last, ready for the finale
Hairless, dancing bears entertaining the pronouns until they co-expire in the tornado or gale
Pretend you’re deaf and dumb, listen to no wisdom or knowledge from an ancestral command
Break it on down now, what I mean for the unfamiliar is, Truth is Nothing’s buried in sand.

Dusted north to south of the morons and idiots who populated 7 continents east to the west
How many times will you wake up & then go to sleep without pajamas or a night cap express
Chins up & your hands down, walk, crawl and then you completely desist livers of the hearts
Miraculous searching for love in all the wrong places, I’m here, now and then, smell pharts.

All senses downloaded into the vacuum, into the Void where Nothing exists, subatomic ilk
Pair of nuts you’ve got just because you think you’re so pretty, man you’re ½ a mama woman
You knew you forgot, you’re afraid to say you’re ½ the other gender, Truth you POS druids
Without mama’s iron womb, you’re caput, an effulgent flow of Koo-ado drinks of goatmilk.

Alpha males shifting gears, downshifting the pregnancy into under-overdrive, extinction vibe
We came for no reason, we’ll leave for no reason, angels & devils a phantasm of spooks’ jive
Giga bitten on the jugular veins in our thin-skin neck bones, all except one in a hotrod car
Think therefore you are, think you are, you think you are, everybody thinks you are, you are.

Fronted the frontman, took the lead vocals away to the stadium’s echo, absorbed C on drums
Brought the First Cause to Earth again, in the middle of the Winter season, when God’s born
Middle of winter solstice, it’s a wonderful life because we’re alive, alternative is a blown horn
A thin line drawn, a point to point for a line, two lines make angles, three lines triangle bums.

4th dimensional nothing about us all, under duress , we’re 32 chromosome replicas of the fuss
Sorry to say you’re either a mutant or child of 1 Universal Intelligence of one unmoved mover
Flip your coins, it’s only heads or tails that are possible, 50/50 probability of being the 1 lover
A time will tell, duration of the spin, Earth wobbles the sea in infinite millennia of cosmic dust.

Complete, utter satisfaction every day that ends with a peaceful sleep in a warm bed with love
She or he that’s always there by your side, one side or another, once woke, an awakened dove
By the way, by our side, every one of them infinite strokes of imaginary erasures of the Matrix
Justice is a ham sandwich, professors of philosophy swore & laughed, a Platonic deep fade fix.

A sledgehammer time every day in a land of free slavery beholding gold calf excrement sects
Worship your fear of death with prayers for forgiveness for being born to Woman-Man of sex
Orgasmic looks and feelings come and go, fade into the Void after Last Rights are done said
Monkey faces, what the whole shebang allows to be, temporary spin of old news before bed.

Here and now, watch perfection delete the defective contribution of trash and sewage rats
Higher or lower than your mothers got during insemination, all love above and below the fats
Here or there, every single thing gets annihilated and there’s no exception to gold, dirty water
Demented infants with no chance to become flawless in ethics’ morals, an ugly, good batter.

Heroic heroines’ uncommon valor and self-sacrifice they show in this holy hole Void of a soul
I fill your sphere of empty ions until you lose all of the holy Singularity in a closed mind, a fool
Bullies come to me to learn how to STFU & get with the in-crowd, they’ll lead to extinction sin
Species gone, all gone, no recollection of the history, matter never mattered, God was all In!
 by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 12-ONE-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Fixed this word-salad while jammin’ to #Satch @Joe_Satriani LIVE #MadeOfTears @ https://youtu.be/M4lsB-B1O7U?si=J7sj32KTmB7SBF4Q }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.? 

Friday, November 29, 2024

@ACDC @MorganWallen TURKEY BIRD SACRIFICE PILGRIMS #RunYourGame @WKRPcincinnatti #TurkeyDropMyCarcass #StudentDebt #PayBackYourLoans or #WageGarnishmentIsImmanent #SystemOfTheUpDown

MY FREEDOM IS EVERYTHING, WHEN I GO, I AM WAY GONE!
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If the whole thing comes & goes for no reason at all, it’s all good enough for suicidal accidents
Coming and going in the smoke of the skies above the dirt and water, east and west nonsense
You got History & all the complicated math has been done, I’m on a suicide mission for souls
Pleasure & pain come to every single living thing that’s ever cracked a zygote, heaven-scents.

Spam lamb for everyone, this thanksgiving of turkeys and pigs and the menudo for me & you
A lot of time and money for the thing itself to spend on a day to have thanks, no Indian givers
Am I right or wrong, you can’t step into the same river twice, Heraclitus’ three stooge crew
Minimalist with a maximum profit before a corpus dillecti steps into the Void’s deep rivers.

You heard it all before today, before a moment ago you were oblivious to the minions’ gazes
Looking out at you for no reason other than to see if your skin & bone dust up the holy void
Acting on stage presupposes there’s a producer & director, know there’s sickness in all Dicks
My blind faith ain’t visible to a common man or an uncommon woman, dual schizophrenics.

Nobody but me leaves this body & soul of 208 bones either buried in dirt, lost in empty Space
For me & for you on the duck hunt, fishing trip or lookin’ for love in all the wrong pretty face
Dreams begin and end before you and I know it, it’s a surgical interruption between thin skin
Cops are full of random deductions their parents & teachers filled them with, survival is all in.

If a living thing becomes dead then you’re one of those potential dead things, yet you’re alive
Future becomes Present briefly prior to the Past that lasts past the black hole’s destiny of jive
What I mean by what I say is the conundrum between all of us, God knows bull scat of the sun
I would have asked Eve, but she’s gone, already gone before I ever got here to ask Adam’s son.

Crawling out of the lying prone on the beds and coffee grounds, up and down to walk away
From the good, the bad-like evil causes of undesired effects and the oh so ugly, scary I say
Not because I’m going to know anything about the sad beings so bad that they get all ugly
It’s the facts of life, don’t blame the messenger for the news you should have come to be.

It’s as complicated as an equation of inequality between mortal & immortal reality
Foam of seas & oceans boiled the creation & sunk it deep into Davey Jones’ locker
Hominids consuming hominy grits and chitlins to fill in the DNA mutant blue jeans
What you got when you didn’t want it is all you got now, so let it all go in spleens.

Pretentious pretenders lying down like Persian rugs & smokin’ like Alladin’s lamps
To whom it may concern, it begins once she’s gone, clear skin & bones tearin’ it apart
Of cannibalistic practice when you’ve eaten all of the rats, cats and all God’s champs
Words named as the sounds you hear, A’s B’s & Cs to fall apart or score in your heart.

High or low, the rhythm and beat keep rollin’ in a ¾ tempo, completed concerto noted
Fried in the middle of the pan, steel atoms dead & hot as an m-16 I always had toted
Camp to the killing fields where the game was played and annihilated until extinct, ate
Everyone’s bones crunched to dust, even the innards squashed into menudo mush fate.

So, the rats and roaches survive the all too human malfunction, nuclear bombed funk
All they left for us, babies knew no better than to grow & obey or be a punished punk
I was and I always will be one of them punished punks, not by my mother or father yet
Still overlord of success & failure, the thing itself I evolved out of, what are you, a pet?

Guilty for the innocence lost to the inseminators and incubators, it’s a hot take on Mama
Earth just a movement, a wobbling repetition of Big Bang ad infinitum, it’s all about Papa
For the sake of the diamonds and gold, we’ll use the flow of oil, Earth’s living lubrication
Burn it in high flames’ residue for the sake of the epic collapse of the staged divine action.

Mobility of stationary rocks as they roll down the mountainside only to stop cold in a pile
It’s all there’s left from a burst of everything there is in the universe, atoms subatomic style
Flying eagles with the fickle owls who never like to playhouse in the blue-sky space above
Filter the fear and loathing into your psyche, it cancels out the grace fuel for the ivory dove.

Monks protect the secret but they don’t know exactly what the secret is, that’s the holy Truth
Only you and I know that’s it, all there is, blind faith supplies the tool for a yanked baby tooth
Baked your brain and lasagna for the sake of all, get higher than Vesuvius on Sicily’s top teat
It’s whining for the wine both white & red, wedding or funeral it’s for the salute a God’s Man.

Blood flows toe to brain to be mindful, making the logical, irrational flow out of nowhere too
They all live just to die, leaving their critiques & complements, just not food for the living few
Sleigh bells ringin’ and the spirits of the wine and shot glass keep flowin’ down my pipes, so
Fill her up one more time, one for a road like the last & the next, it’ll be a blow to me no mo’.

Sweep with the mop and wax off the soul’s karma, die a little each day, End is God’s offense
No wonder if you’re lost in the dream, how were you to know it was a divinity’s deep sleep
Playing games to kill the leftover time from childbirth, our mama gave the gift for us to keep
Safe awake & safe asleep, a lock on the strong box, three locks open to dead ended split ends.

Merry Christmas, happens to be the day God came to Earth to split mortality’s Live Evil saint
Special angel created out of the ether, punished for the disobedience to a master, don’t faint
Knocking on the doors up and down the city block, all for nothing, nobody answered a breeze
All me, if and only if you know the absolute and relative truths, you may resume if you please.

Value of screaming bloody murder when you’re about to meet your maker won’t make the hit
But the survivors will talk about it at your wake a bit, be a tattle-tale of wanting just a little bit
Concocting your scathing review of the good, the bad & ugly, include your input, rollin’ rhyme
Loathe the Truth, love the fabrication that was never and will never be true, lyin’ liar it’s time.

Be One or don’t, multi-faceted modification of an original naked ape caught in POTUS Obama
Jingle bells ringin’ on a Silent Night but there was no Santan, it was always papa & yo’ mama
Got nothing from TV commercials, the price was out of range for a family of eight, nine or ten
In every case, love got SOS messages via the sea, love it all, love it in, y’all lucky to have been.

Montage of click-bait you divided between your siblings & progeny who appreciate your ilk
Bring your A-game if you’ve got one, fake it if you don’t, nobody knows but you, drink Milk
Your mother’s, a cow’s or a goat’s leche anoints your oneness with the DNA accidental pink
It’s all about being and not being, answer to be or not, silence is Gold & my scat don’t stink.

by
r j j stephan, i 
c. THANKSGIVING 11-28-2024 AD ( XI-XXVIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini )
{ Creep came out of my appendix and now I know what that organ was good for, To Be or Not To Be, a Shakespearian conundrum solved by imaginary drones from the Milky Way constellation, more information @ https://youtu.be/AVLCxG5QBpg }
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