#WhereMyCountryGirlsAt? @LukeBryan @TraceAdkins & @Pitbull #ChristmasSongs & #BestOfSantana #ForChristsSake #ForTheLoveOfTheGods #MeinDeus #GodsDAM #AlogrhythmTHIS @Santana #WINNINGisEVERYTHING & #TheOnlyThing #snoopdogxmas @SnoopyXmas #HolyFamilia #JesusChristSUPERSTAR #Madonna #GwenStefani #MariahCarey

THIS IS NOT A TEST

DO NOT REPEAT

 AD INFINITUM, AMEN

I will go back and forth from the scene of my conception in the holy sanctum, mama

Inside of the outer space within the solar system, revolution around fireball spin spa

Reached out to touch our hands before you knew about it, it was all in my mind’s eye

Images moved between my ears, skullduggery on high without the buggery out the sky.

Hills gone down to the bottom, slid or tumbled down like Jack and Jill who knew better

Trained to be the humans who lasted forever without disease from viral bacteria batter

To be or not to be between the dots and lines drawn without traces, freedom ain’t free

We all force the power to yield for a moment to redirect the force within, bird & no bee.

Breathe It in the force of the star’s sunshine, a photosynthetic progeny of the green mama

With or without me, Time & Space goes on as above, so below, I just got lucky, ask my Pa

It’s the climax that counted, the injection of the code to survive, to remain a fit specimen

Bring your best game to the court-of-balls, round or spheroid shaped at random G-farcin’.

Hands off of my liquidity, I trade nothing and Nothing gets traded without my direct intent

Force of One, unmoved mover cannot allow trauma or emergency, power of One’s content

Atomic, molecular gold and lead transformation from burnt stardirt to All that’s left of Gods

Gold to go, Twitter to Tick-Tock, Facebooked bric-a-brac clarity Atlas’ gold, a deep state fog.

China and the chinaware they’ve left over from the TNT glass are Ends of a beginning scene

J.P. Morgan Chase rules us all, international link to the Void is eternally embedded divining

Fine lines ‘tween points in empty Void Space, creating illusions of walkie-talkie-movie flick

A to Z in alphabetical order, terminate stalkers of the innocent, disassembled all dive bars.

Began life as an error of the genome, no love in the intercourse, vile, violence & extinction

Evolution happens as well as an annihilation of a thing itself, what the fugue is Form, son?

Ruby Tuesday on the Saturday night I saw her last I knew I was gonna miss her forever too

Never psychic before or after that, One realization gave me pause, I rewound it like a fool.

Between the lines of the matrix’ dots, an empty form appears in a mindful cyber phantom

Big and small dots evolve into an amorphous blob of Nothingness backed by Golden cows

Worship invisible, unknown sagas about the vacant history that Is no more, when in Rome

All as above, so below, we’re within a high power but we’re the fuel It consumes & It blows.

Speak nothing about being alive and why you’ve been conceived or else you’ll be deceived

Holy ghosts come and go as if they were never here and now, someday it’ll be true, won’t be

Neither here nor there, in or out of Earth’s planetary atmosphere, Words matter to the Dead

Ash & bone fragments of DNA, holy pictures & prayers to a Void, highchair sitters eat bread.

Seminal ideas extinguished but there’s no other ideas leftover, hence, all you get is a scribe

Writing meaningless strings of alpha-beta-cappa rigmaroles for the babies to bottle imbibe

From mom’s nipples to the bartender’s spirits of the cripples, idiots, wimps & team scrubs

Can’t run a game on the champs, pretenders remain as they are, not good as nuclear subs.

Target bull’s eye ahead of you, shoot the arrow’s head into the sacred sanctum, a holy hole

In me to do what I do, no free choice in the program, it’s immutable, harnessed divinity soul

Pleasure & suffering within yourself until you’re sick to death & collapse into corpus dillecti

To gods who come after a climax, already set to go, to be One, ask One, Christ’s mass’ high.

My imagination is accurate since the data is uplinked into the matrix, easy to retrieve it all

Subjects & predicates fill books with original and regurgitated funky junk, I know we’ll Fall

Collapsed & out of breath, no more breathing in & out for the powers that be, old Pa & Ma

My friends, I celebrate their lives, existed & died to bring me here, to sign signals of the GA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Zapped this out of the Zapmail leftovers from my FedEx pension, while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #GypsyMan & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0?si=DQtPs82j7xxNPdRR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CUT #TakeTwo #ThatsAWrap #DontAggravateYoMama #HookedOnPhonics #StereoPhonics #RunYoGame #FelixTheCat #FritzTheCat #DroneYoMama #DontDroneMeMankind #Nickelback #Nirvana #Homer

NOW THEN, gtf over it

Blows have been thrown & I parried the final ones before fools’ concocted rules

I kid you not, the weapons are disguised in the knots in the ropes with a noose

Nobody fits yet everyone gets fit, a neck snaps and the rest is History’s to lose

Whether you’ve violated the ethics or morals, it’s all the good & evil of fools.

Coming for your safe houses which are no longer a hide-out for all outlaw misfits

CoVid19 and your genetic DNA merge to malfunction, on the way, extinction chit

Dopamine for all, you get some and all of your people from mainland & sea isles

Before every atom of H2O evaporates, I’ve got something to say about UFO files.

Unidentified is a word used as if SOMEBODY doesn’t want EVERYBODY to know

That the name of the thing itself and the forms it has evolved into are low blows

Into the junk of the amorphous creator of the cosmic briolette POSs in final ends

Mighty mice & extinct forms of evolved dead air & stardirt, wet, funky Depends.

Scatological humor comes and then suddenly, the joke is on you, still it’s all funk

Refused to get efficient & slick as ice, broken down parts fall apart, cannot dunk

No draining threes back of the Three-Line, no short or long jumps or lay-up drills

It is all done gone, there’s no recourse to recoil for holy scat of Hell’s Bell’s shills.

We the people knew when we were zygotes in one dark womb, a holy sanctum

Respect for the blood, sweat & tears both before & after the facts of life’s scrum

In the game or injured on the sideline with body-mind annihilation, insane pain

Utter eclipse of whatever used to be lit, spacemen came back to Earth so insane.

Knowing what you have seen with your trained eyesight, it’s Top-Secret status

Row your boat gently down the stream or barge into the private Kracker dust

Either way at the mouth of the flow, the H2O gas is liquid stardust, shine it on

Spin Earth, stop when I die, carry on with All I’ll Never See Again, RIP My Man.

Fight for rights, live and die with or without them, just chimera fictions, I sigh

Hills and mountains all eight miles higher than sea level, top of the Rocky Fly

On the wall, as above, so below, wings move, legs to rub, bull’s scat to die for

I got everyone using lips on my hindsight, ALL my best friends, RIP TRIP door.

Dream is over, woke, awake, divine & mundane consciousness merge at One

Nothing inside the atoms and nothing outside of the Cosmic Menudo of Fun

Living, eating the living once dead & dying at the end of it all, birth to death

Recollection that you’re asleep in a lucid dream state is forgotten, last breath.

Again, no more than before, It is all of it, sounds of fury signifying dark holes

In the center of the vortex, silence of the center of zero, kills all of the Broze

Inoculated yet there’s The Way you’ll expire, deep-sleep dream, not #Woke

Wake or not, those left behind forget you are rotting in a box, karma broke.

Paid back the infractions’ fines and fees, I am solvent, a dead-even grim reap

Neither good nor evil on my list for the function of happiness & a deep sleep

Dreaming that star-sun shines, grows food ala seeds, plants & animals to feed

No malfunction when death calls, all night & day, doctoral immersion in greed.

Infinite line from point to point, add another for the triangle of gold for squares

Corners cut, created out of nothing but a line from One dot to another, a matrix

Squares, rectangles, pentangles, hexagrams of the Fire & Ice’s leftover big bangs

After you’re dead & gone, soul/spirit is invisible to consciousness, roadkill fangs.

Always hip to be a square but there’s no denial that if you’re not hip, you’re scat

Out of all the men, boys, women & girls, everyone was a baby, skinless yet so fat

Talking LSD acid in an invisible holder, all too human future’s evolved X-code set

Justice is indeed a green ham sandwich, all in fat cows & pigs, tisquet-a-tasquet.

Fear of getting Nothing but dead air when Life is over, that will cause the pain

Unforgiven facts of life, blind faith in Eden’s garden state, this scat’s forever day

All we can do is wake up #Woke, after a deep sleep, let dream fade to dark away

Nevermore to be told in a tale, scratched from memory, our God was insane.

by

r j j  stephan, I  {Ayn!  Is that You?}

c.  Dimanche, 12-15-2024 Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drafted without a little help from my friends while listenin’ to @JoeCocker #GetHighWithALittleHelpFromMyFriends on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eXV4WyQMHFM?si=7eC7jEvr57KVB2ov }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Twelve-Twelve-TwentyFour Anno Domini @111 PMPST @Trump @Musk @Besos @SnoopDog @DonnieYen #Eminum #MarshallMathers #TiscuitATasquette #SheCouldn'tChangeMoi

I KID YOU NOT, SCATOLOGY UFO YOU KNOW

Quotes of your parents you’ve never forgotten & you’re an orphan left off in a dark gangway
High above the stratosphere, we’re up there getting’ higher, drunk on whine in skullduggery
Talk to the hand about the clouds full of hydrogen and oxygen, above and below the ground
Space out and space in every place we’ve been and we’re gonna go until there’s no sound.

Silence and gold only come in clear when there’s only the One leftover from a Bigger Bang
One night stand comes before you know it, ugh, now get out… come back, no Bang-la gong
Streets and throughways near the turnpikes & toll roads, border to border coast to coastal
Kiss the end of the line’s point of no return, you won’t be comin’ back this or any Way at all.

Becoming two when you’re one is impossible, it’s a fool’s errand without any return at all
Fools do it all the time, go on errands that will never prove fruitful in the end at the finale
When silence falls upon the deaf ears, they’ll know that the time has come to rise & fall
Juggernauts and cosmonauts battle with the astronauts for end of the uncivil war in gaol.

Serious as a jungle-rot rash between your legs and stink foot from the jungle tundra tarpit
Feature creatures not scaring the children because they’ve heard it all, they have no fear
Good and Evil, abstraction of the collective, cultural recollection to modify ape behavior
Nowhere in or out of Time can an origin be found, it’s a phantasm-chimera’s secret door.

Whether you know it or not, there’s a condition for you coming to Earth to be alive today
Price to pay that only your soul can equal the value of, it’s a million-dollar trip, eh sensei
Signs of the Times meaning that harbingers give you clues to the victorious, a good ol’ boy
Lead to a climax in the conception, immaculate or dirty, filthy DNA ejaculated into a Void.

Old and in the way, talking and having a dialogue on Talk Radio, soon to slip into darkness
Like it or not, death comes into your life either by way of Others or your own sleeplessness
Yet, the line is drawn, nobody gets out alive & nobody gets in without a solid, personal girl
Always with you, all of us & me include, our fate is sealed in the spinning dirt, gonna hurl.

You’ve got two choices, there is no neutral fool, just the good & evil fools who roll this way
All up in smoke, the garbage truck couldn’t remove Gods from the whole universe, far away
Blown atoms in molecular decay and there will be no more TD’s, Homers or Goals of Hoops
Knowledge of song & dance of G-Scouts who had chocolate-mint cookies, Chitown troops.

Wiser than the most wise fool on a hill without a recollection of your holy mind’s third eye
You will never know the secrets that nobody knows but the aliens born to the outer realm
No descendant of Adam & Eve outside the Earth, a dead cosmonaut-astronaut in the sky
Knowledge of Nothing is our wisdom, you are conceived, deceived and then y’all just die.

Burial Mother Earth dirt, covered satisfaction of million-dollar coffins, swapped a hot ash
Like a first kiss when you swap spit, the saliva of digested dead animals & plants, mashed
First Cause is just the one and only one, original gangster without a gang, Capone/Trump
You’re in, I’m in & we’re all gonna die since we’re all alive for a NYC minute, a Void Dump.

Copy my answers and you’ll flunk, I’m a genius with the directions to the annihilation too
I wouldn’t leave a molecule behind when I atrophy into the grand slam, the Big Bang, Boo
Fear and loathing of this conglomeration of Word will get you all to the End, Singularity sea
Inside outside of Nothing there is Something, know your blind faith well, to be or not to be.

A last blow of smoke out your face, higher than a kite from the brain fog, smiling at danger
Jumping off of a cliff is no problem, forgetting about a gift for your Loves, a Big, bad Banger
Part of the whole is that this here is a dream nobody knows is going on, trip-ship has sunk
Hills to climb, mountains of dope & soap to conquer scatological stink, stank, stunk funk.

Who knows what nobody knows? God knows all about nothing, now hear this alogrhythm
High below the core, insurance covered scam, you pay & your portfolio swaps a spittle SIM
Creative and programmed to fail or succeed, an inside job with a surfer who hung the Ten
Board straight down into the sand of the ocean, a young man and the sea, what are Men?

Dust is the broke down Past of civilized and uncivilized humans & the inhumane animalia
Sex up your husbands and wives for the end of the all too humane story, oh hostile regime
It’s only some people who survive death, you know who they are and you laugh, no guffaw
At the largess of an opine voiced in public squares or in print, privileged as above so below.

Prior to the skulls gave up their ghosts to a pile of disassembled bones in a box, unless ash
The game of life has a priori rules you’ve been enculturated with, become a naked apeman
In the original sin of Adam & Eve, there is an assumption of a master of their own origins
Completely in and out of the electro-mechanical intersection with the soft skull & bones.

It is all that I am, no force like the fame of fools that will become as lame as a holy ghost
Signify as usual when you run the dozens, talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama is like mumblin’ in jello
It’s no scat under the bridge, it’s disintegrated into empty space above & below yourselves
Keep tippin’ back the cans, bottles & jugs, Jack Daniels & other Medicinals on top shelves.

You are not here and now as you’ve been thinking that you were, it ain’t your fault though
Your mama told you nothin’ & absent father had no clue about the End, just ash in a hole
Find out about the Truth while you can, it leads to skepticism about the Pope & POTUS ilk
Present, Past & in a Future mere allusions to the illusion, grandee or petite, just drink milk.

Fill your cup and you’ll find it’s bottomless pit beneath the core of Earth’s planetary orbit
Gravity is the result of the vortex created by the wobbling revolution of hollow Earth S#it
It’s nobody’s fault that this is the way it is, a cosmic cause & effect, beyond Good & Evil
Repeat ad infinitum, no momentum to cease, God’s begone Soul, you die on Calgary hill.

 

 by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, 12-12-2024 A.D.
{ I got time, almost out of breath SOUL link @
https://www.youtube.com/live/gkLezDHUAjQ?si=wGn5WD5a7tRK1GOd }
F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?