PIZZA, THE WAY IT OUGHTA BE #TrueLoveNeverDies #FakeLoveAlwaysDies

LAYS & OJAYS, CHIP OFF AN OLD BLOCK IN CHI “T”

It’s all about the second city in the country as it was & always will be, no shy town abuzz

Darker than you’ve ever seen or can recall et al, since your sentient consciousness’ fuzz

Rolling the dystopian nightmare into the scat right in front of our faces, it’s all in your face

Not only are you asleep & deep inside of a nightmare that won’t end but also kills the race.

It’s all over, finished at the end line drawn at random with nothing but lead pencils & gold

Everything came from the star we’ve named The Sun, like the son of God, this chit got old

Older than your mama & absentee father and irrelevant to the eerie philosophy goin’ down

Up atop of the high mounds spewing the Earth’s lava from the middle, stardust of a clown.

Bricks in backyards leftover from one, Great Common Complex, vortex’s white-black holes

Menudo of integrity and tools for extinction of the species drank up with the drunks’ blows

Out of their common ground minds, only extinction results, plugged in & blew a holy gasket

Needed that to keep the liquid inside of the engine, edge of the two dimensions flips to It.

Bleed out a bug, kill the power to become something from Nothing, it’s all too human love

It’s a rolling and rocking catastrophe that rots in it’s agar petri dish of viral missiles as above

So below, there you have it although you didn’t desire or need it, ignorance was bliss, amigo

Speak no Evil, you’ll hear none, stick your finger in the plum pie, pucker up your lips & blow.

Whistleblower fools slit their own throats as the program requires them to exist, we say RIP

Not six feet underneath the artificial intelligence & generative Pre-trained Transforms’ GPT

Bears rob the picnic of Yogi & BooBoo since they’ve ripped off the Flintstone & Jetson feast

Travel in Time forward or backward can’t change a thing, it’s on a goner’s singularity, I insist.

Above atmospheric content in the sphere of influence, air, land & sea we become as One

Not two that function as the species’ creator of more bones & flesh to sacrifice to no One

Failure to launch & take-off for any orbits outside of the atomic sun, because it’s Nothing

As above it’s below, there’s no atom below what’s above, yet Life as we know it is a Thing.

Word salad stories, historical philosophers as dead thinkers’ leftovers now, junk in a trunk

Artificially intelligent with the generative pre-trained transformers of @GPT-4 livin’ in funk

A put on for the masses & the last one alive, unable to reproduce the immortal 1-soul Void

Always with me & you but invisible to five senses, recollected imagery of girls who’re toyed.

Fathers & mothers required to invoke virginity & chastity, too deep down in MAGA RNA/DNA

Extinction is immanent since there’s only survival or be dead and buried underground in tin

Macroscopic focus beyond the Milky Way & Andromeda, Nothing astronauts could test for

No more walks in the backwoods with you, we’ve made love on grass, braised by love heat.

Waves of the ocean comin’ into my shore, blasting drops of H2O into my bearded, holy face

For the love of God, jesus Christos underneath the mistletoe waiting for a hug, not a trace

No love lost & no hate can cost everything I have, since I have nothing but mistletoe sister

Special to be beautiful as you are, as you were meant to be, random recombined funk-fur.

Way to go, total worship of gods you can’t see because you are what you thought they were

Bluebirds & house cats with their hearts removed, still hungry & doin’ fine & then some too

Rock my babies to sleep, they couldn’t contain their cries for the colloquy cries of the wild

Hemp-dried to smoke, seeded to regenerate Oneness of being stupid, loose cannon child.

Midnight or noon, smooth 24 hour swing ad infinitum, orbital trajectory of mental buggery

Babies from infants, elder examples of failed ice and fire, what are you gonna do, it’s empty

Fabulous like you can be and don’t want to think about, you’re in the middle of a free fall

Mixed up with Jesus & Judas, casks of wine & foolin’ around at the party, born to be A Kill.

Hunted yet never found, can’t be skinned, gutted & consumed by the predators murdered

Without a sign or heartache signal to slow down & wait for the cease & desist flip of the bird

On the way forward I go, we all go, nobody goes back to the way it used to be, heaven’s gate

Walking or flying, we’ll get there whether we lie ‘bout it or not, words said, you know, FATE!

Standing in your way again? I’m already gone but my arms won’t let you go, need my wants

Bloody rivers of life’s rain is getting me up off of my knees, I beg no more, a demand of rants

Didn’t ask for this, didn’t plan it so I don’t want to accept consequences’ stoppin’ on a dime

He said he’d love her for moments in time, mother & father, judge & jury, guilty of the crime.

I’m pretty sure I’m as beautiful as the first being to come alive on Earth, no doubt about it

Things always work out like they should, it’s got nothing to do with your loving & hating chit

Been here before, I remember now, lucky I forgot or I wouldn’t have repeated it ad infinitum

Whispered shouts, same old thing, infinity forces a shrill disorder as I dive into my 151 rum.

End of August, my birth’s day the XXVIIth as I am the dog that’s having his dog day, it’s longer

The dream was over before I knew and there was no way to share that with my love of anger

That The Way is not my own, selfish as I am, selfless as I’ll be down the road to Eden, I invite

You & yours, every single one born dead, here now, dust settles Silence left in a One’s byte.

Darkness is everywhere amid spaced-out red & white giants waiting to supernova & warp it

Full houses beating the five aces with the wild card joker that chuckles at funny digs & jibes

Funk smell, funk taste, I see and hear what’s Untouchable, hold hands that got no knuckles

Fast company here & there, faithful with blind faith’s certainty, here today, begone manana!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Christmas Eve 12 XXIV MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked the scat out the dregs of Earth, Gods born don’t die if they’re God, can I get a witness to take up some space?  Drafted while listenin’ to the @Eagles #RoadOutOfEden #ILoveToWatchAWomanDance on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wo3kAroH6Ps?si=bT7bH4-iAzqXZQGn }

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#Zoroaster & FREEEEE D O C T O R D E M E N T O & so forth & so on... & Have a happy Hanukuh & the Very Merry Christmas You've ALWAYS expected, Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

LIVING AND DYING ANKH AD INFINITUM

Mike and the gang gone rogue for the sake of civilization, it’s the Christmas flow of fools

Thinking that you can get away with murder & grand theft of your mothers & fathers booty

Let me tell you something in the confessional, you come & you’ll go in a NYC minute’s spiff

High or low, it all winds up underground, buried in the stardirt that’s become dead ash Piff.

Snow falls because it doesn’t go up until it turns to thin air, gas without recycle of the flow

It’s a repetition for no reason other than just because, no reason to doubt about it, go slow

Sleighbells ringin’ & announcing a saint’s in the house, that can’t be seen with four eyes too

Unmarried ‘til married & separated, divorced, ‘til death do y’all part the ‘hood too-live crew.

Wink one eye, you got something in it or you’re signaling for a return smile, set blinks to 182

I’ll go on record as saying that Jesus Christ was no superstar of the revolution vs. the Blue

Mass communicating the dream inside of the God’s head is impossible, just because of it

God ain’t dead since God was never animated as a form of life’s bones and voodoo chit.

Pick your flies out of the air with chopsticks, you can’t do it unless you know you can’t o it

Then and only then you’ll see the open sore of the gash disseminated by the pope’s priests

From altars and confessionals, you see the transformation divine all-human, beast breath

Nothing you can do or say will change the immutable chain of finite events, birth to death.

Talking about God and the unnamed before Zeus & Zarathustra for the minions of humanity

Save nobody but yourself, use the words that you say for the power to transform no divinity

Consciousness comes & goes without any reason at all, saved or punished for Adam’s folk

Die, survive until you do, it’s the way, the narrow one but at least you’re awake & not #Woke.

It’s not mine, it’s not yours & for certain it’s nobody in charge of a thing, this is a Gold sham

I forgot to recall what you can ne’er recollect, it’s a sacred scam to be smashed by a slam

Wealthy poor folks paying with blood, sweat & tears & then the taxes recover what’s left in

Everything above & below is beyond my comprehensive analysis, nothing I know, I am skin.

Rise from the dead when you’re rigor mortis has set in, ruin the future with the Truth’s knife

Just a man to be inoculated with deadly viral infections gifted from the divine Man & wife

Lovers’ fools impact the species survival, random recombinant DNA shuffles the deck Ace

One left out of four, diamond in the rough of Spades, Clubs & Diamonds all up in your face.

You need to know who cares, desire to believe what may or may not be the Truth, It’s Xmas

Time in Space to recollect the thing itself, we’ve been created to be held accountable Bass

Bass fish in the sea, small, some big & some just too low to see in the sea, I, sperm whale

Beating you to the punch, uppercut, left or right cross & a solid slap of Mary Well’s junk ale.

Drank it all and when I drunk, I laid down, passed out & died in my skin & bones, a dillecti

God’s dams keeping the H2O from drowning us in another great flood, we gotta stay high

Above the surface of the drink or we’ll get drunk, without the alcohol of the acid in a cup

Arrested my attention, broke hearts, defecated souls, back into my spot, ain’t god, cop.

What is this something that’s got a hold on me? A pretty face & box of bones all to be free

From me & the rest of the all too human grocery stores, convenience to roll the 7’s & 11’s

Shakin’ the rock & roll between the A’s to the G’s, sharp or flat, major or diminished heaven

All right to feel alright, it’s just doin’ your thing like a fool that stays too long, it’s a mortal sin.

Yours or mine, we can’t get away with murder or grand larceny, there’s a price Karma needs

Mama & papa got nothing to do with your age of reason other than being original mortal sin

Bend over and get bent as trained by the regulating authority, nothing & nobody is in charge

It’s time to rest in peace, I got beer for my horses, shots & spiffs to calm scars all too large.

House of cards falls, be it 52 or 48 in the deck, I can’t stop gravity’s pull to a sanctum pit

Here and now I’ll leave y’all in the muck & mire of pain, suffering & pleasure relief steps

Pills, smoke, positive thought & everything that matters to be or not to be, pie in the sky

Ahead or behind where I am, right here & now, I’ve said enough, said, done, I’m all over it.

Multiplication of hard lines between zero & one, happening comes, y’all get it in the rear

Buckets empty without the blood runs, the spirit ghost smoke gets loose, we turn to s#it

None of us get too far from the rocks & dust on the ground, high or low, mud & bloody beer

For the whole shebang is seen by the aliens, we were them, now we’re Homers in a skit.

I got a posse of hunters for the gold & silicon in the valley, trippin’ the light fantastic ‘til 9

After the darkness falls, stars appear as if they were hiding in plain sight, I breathe-in fine

Bounty of the hunters is the booty we’ve gleaned out of the empty-minded, as I do guffaw

‘til my two lips are too dry to flip phrases that quench the thirst for happiness’ screw, raw!

High and mighty or low or powerless, all above are necessary ingredients for Life on Earth

Life IS elsewhere outside of Earth, yet a moot point, you can’t get there at all, death to birth

Parents, brothers, sisters & everything within the matrix are the gist of the #1 hits of yo’ ass

Set like Jell-O & a pudding, not quite solid nor liquid yet able to transmute it all to pass gas.

Fish jumpin’ & can’t be caught or eaten by the flies & lures of the angler, Man or an alewife

Chance enters, lucky to be here, could have been aborted or miscarried & reincarnated life

Not to be or not to be, it’s no question for us to ask unless we’re got divine inspiration in tow

It ain’t easy, living, The Struggle is immense, only babies cry & get fed, adults down slowly.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi XII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 PMPST

{ Kicked the Scat out of my laptop, now lame & limp, while jammin’ to the High Sound of @TobyKeith #BeerForMyHorses on  youTube @ https://youtu.be/o1JOFhfoAD4 }

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#MakeMyWISHcomeTrue @MariahCarey #Snow #Ice & #Missletoe #AllIWantForChristmas #PleaseComeHomeForChristmas #TheEagles

BE IN HARM’S WAY, DONE MY WAY, AQUA BLUES TO TRUMP A QUEEN

Surround squares by woke lovers equal to the matrix’ rubric cube effect, 1 angel’s 1st cause

Whatever heats and freezes is all there is, matter or immaterial, special effect of gold dust

You care ‘til you can’t laugh any longer & you begin to cry about the death of the fallen One

Poor old spirit first created out of Nothing by the matrix, no accidental conception, my son.

Rich beyond the billions of the wealthy in universal atomic fission & fusion, a particle of silk

Leftovers once Big Bangs pass from a Future’s forwarding to the Past’s Presence, a fool’s ilk

Follow a bouncin’ ball that leads us all from the dream between your ears & reality of a goof

Trip with or without the generosity of pot plants we hex into magic potions, we’re 180 proof.

I gave it all for nothing, trained to survive in the center of dire straits, distributed at random

No recollection of a guilt complex of historical, ancient civilization & the ocean’s sea scum

Knowing Nothing itself as well as you can without saying a thing about its zeroed empty sun

Hits, playin’ @Motorcity @Motown song & rockin’ #Suspicions among us, strait shot’s 151.

Code too complex for a simple mind, calculus’ trigonometry & analytic, ancient philosophy

Above the sky that’s blue in the daytime, pitch-black spread-out coast to coast on the spin

Ask your mama for Truth, since your father’s either dead or just vanished upon a THC cloud

Life is what the hell it is, it knows the occult mystery of magicians, pretender’s holy shroud.

I won’t ever tell you I told you so, I didn’t tell you so, there was a secret to be kept, a promise

To the One who left Space’s matrix, y’all fell out of Earth’s spin, above, below, what to miss?

You’re not the ashen bones in the funeral pyre’s display, you ain’t in the undertaker’s casket

Where you are is better than a quart of formaldehyde replacement of the vampire’s biscuit.

Wings on my back, only one chosen to hang on to my invisible tail, she won’t ever let it go

Eventually we’ll be where we’ve always been, everywhere that a Big Bang can go, we blow

The function of mathematics cannot be denied, it originates with a point-to-point lineup

Then an imagination erasure of the space between the ears, within the skull & bone’s cup.

Runneth over due to an effulgence of I don’t know what, subatomic waste of rainbow trash

Hate & Love, imaginary fruits and vegetables from the plants & trees of liquid and gas hash

One more chance before you die and way before lying on your death bed’s ground of being

Movement animating all I need, transformation of Form & Matter, still a Star in Singh-Singh.

My father & mother told me to follow the leader until I figured out how to live in my own way

From the bootstrings in basic training to the fully vested retiree embedded in solid ground

We all live on it, some of us believe we don’t and we’re not responsible for the outcome day

Final judgement on your acts of good & evil’s commands, law-code well known rule to play.

Find out you’re mortal and your skin and bones will leave happiness behind in a 6-foot hole

Only if you’re fortunate, some get a body bag of bones, some nothing but Earth’s mink stole

Hot sun melts the tar upon the roof, your feet ain’t fireproof, so hot yo’ sandals wanna die

Under the boardwalk down by the sea, me & my baby on a blanket eatin’ a hot dog & fries.

You father, a man, loved a mother, yours or somebody else’s mama, disseminating the fool

From coast to coast and border to border, papa was a rolling stone wild with gravity’s cool

Chance and the free will to cause the effects that happen to darling couples, incubate an X

May be a Y combined code without intent, just lucky to become present, Gods live for Sex.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Freezember XXII^nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Appropriated via the Calculus of the Void function, jammed to @MarvinGaye #LetsGetItOn in a #Motown Top 100 Greatest Hits in a loop on youTube, link @ https://youtu.be/eYBS1WZeb9o }

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