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Probable cause of a Big Bang is an unknown yet such a controversial point of contention

You know and I know that it all depends on the Truth and Justice of a ham sandwich sin

Pigs in blankets disguised as sautéed dead animals & plants ala Earth’s stealthy gnomes

Bon fire to stay alive here & now since the age of reason burning until kingdom comes.

Now then, what y’all knew for certain before now was your A’s, B’s & C’s & to be 1 to

The Golden Books of the greatest culture ever known to the planet have been consumed

By me & a number of others who have touched the index finger of God, Ala, Buddha One

One way down a narrow turnpike, twixt twisted RNA extremes, stars & a black hole Sun.

Silent warning sounding the alarm to those who’ve been fortunate to recollect themselves

In charge of all that sheer will power allows in causes of all effects of matter & energy gulfs

Mind assault to rearrange the categories of everything known about substance, on the cuff

Indoctrination into savage nations requires suspension of your animation, sleep in the buff.

Every muscle of the being who is as human as any other since the Big Bang, all of them atrophy

During a final gasp of gas out of the thin air above & below the wild blue yonder, fly high as me

The cost is more than you’ve earned or can ever repay on a loan with faux interest, zero, beat it

Will to power that moves your 208 bones until they exceed 100 revolutions, Scat ain’t The S#it!

Excuse the hallucination appearing as the Reality of everyone on Earth, it’s a chimera & don’t tell

Nothing more than what you are now is what you’ve always been since the mortal sin of an apple

Good & Evil nobody gets behind yet it’s a feature of the nature of the beast, an acid program of it

Chromosomes animated & reactivated a Thing Itself, it is what it is, incarnation ash to ash, dusted.

Beyond all good & evil Nature exhibits, above & below sea level, living in funk, a twilight zone

Twist your conception’s deception & theoretical, heretical yet inherited, all blind faith is in some One

Meaning something like we’re mere animations of Divinity we never know until our body dies, son

That’s all I got, nothing else anyone can prove other than, someday we’ll know It, my Mind’s blown.

Peers have no standing once rigor mortis becomes the lord, no soul or spirit leftover in the abstract

Lights all out of the unanimated creature feature we all succumb to since we’ve no other alternative

To be or not to be at that point is not significant, it’s a moot point of the moron & idiot psyche alive

In charge of every breath we all take, every move we make surveilled & now & then, cop some jive.

We talk as if we know It, we’ll be checked on your ability to repeat what you’ve heard at the gate

In love’s life or divinity’s own, all of the above gets a soul’s chance to appeal, powers that x-rate

Now, this time in the nature of things cannot be repeated, it comes & goes quick as a hot bunny

Remember this, y’all recall this memory, fire burns all evidence of Nothing that smells so funky.

Common ground above & below the blind man’s bluff in the seven-card stud poker card game

I’m cashing in all my chips, I’ll fold my last hand of the full house, aces over jacks, it’s a shame

The way was the only way to go, I went that way on the one way & it’s come to the dead end

Pressure of dead ancestors & their unborn descendants put on my dead head, I will so offend.

Common ground is above & below the place in Space you exhibit learned behavior of the group

No free will choice but to obey the rules of the categorical imperative, know thy self’s but One

All you need to know before you die, you are but One, nobody else is Two or more, all my Sun

Heaven or Hades an abstraction of burning gas that trips the switch for the Void to go Slurp

I have some bad medicine that’s so difficult to swallow that you & I may be the only two to go

When the Earth is swallowed by the Void when Time is up in Space, then we’ll say “Ships Ahoy!”

Not until that last moment of sucked air blows out the air sacks, only then will I exit, stage right

Maybe I won’t, that will be I wake up from the dream I’ve been animating while at rest, I’ll fight!

Found on a middle road’s dead-end, all motion of the ocean couldn’t cease, I’m all fish in the sea

Ridin’ on the waves onto the sand of the shore where pirates and miscreants rule the mean & free

As far above as below the core of Earth, pennies for all thoughts as the duck quacks, masters earn

Been there, done that, came back from it, avoided the Void, it’ll be too late at The Point, no return.

Gosh, oh my lord have mercy on our souls, nothing above or below One, invisible God, a Singularity

Rewards & punishments for disobedience to mortal commands of deadmen and their lack of clarity

First off, nobody wrote a word in the English Language hundreds or thousands of years ago, it is so

Mistranslated from left to right, a social-political skirmish of mud in bowels, such a low, low blow.

Briefly, flash fish in the pan comes & goes, lickity split as if it was never there at all, ad infinitum

Feel a malfunction is the way it’s going to end in a grave, stops pullin’ my rosary chain, FE, fears

Old School educated my mind, power to see through imaginary human fictions, divine sum's errors

Play from Act to Act, Finale & Epilogue come without effort, what happened, species’ extinction.

Lips are moving but I can’t even hear what I’m saying, judging myself by myself, I fear & loathe It

What it is has nothing to do with me other than it’s all I am too but since I can’t believe it, I forget it

Easier that way when you’re among those folks who are clueless & faulted for responsibility, git me?

News is old,  young or ancient relic of the dozens that got run on in Brooklyn Dawn's down for free.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Freezember XXXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 hours AMPST

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Of course, you do realize, THIS MEANS WAR ! #SublimeGhetto #MyMaria

TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, JUST SKIP IT CHIEF!

ONE LAST JUDGEMENT CALL,

I aM THE CHIT, we SO SORRY

The old girls turned into elder females of the species, no zoo for them, all too humans

Singing in the rain or suntanning under a red-hot ball of burning hydrogen alit lumens

Count backward from a hundred and before you’re down to ninety, you’ll lose control

If and only if you have no power to control the spin of men & the wobbling Earth’s soul.

See and hear, smell and taste and now you can feel me, it’s the Midas Touch, it’s golden

Rocks just chips off of the leftover vein of baked lava, I can dig it in the change of London

What you know is the redcoats wanted to get George Washington & the rebels to secede

How and when are the questions which beg to be responded to, then y’all quote a creed.

The king of England didn’t know that this was the promised land, 13 colonies air of millions

Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Monroe & “The Others” who know who they were, 1st dates

Crazy the word denotes the actions of a savage or a joker who plays tricks on birds & mates

Uptown or downtown in the ghetto between two rivers, no gold ore yields jackpot’s billions.

Realty and fantasy at one and the same time, appeal to the open mind with a liberated ID

Deep within or right out in the open, it’s all the exact same experience and reaction to It

What it is, the substance conglomerate of gluons and the morphed forms known as peeps

Me and you and everyone else alive knows, Id’s gonna make the species get what It reaps.

I agree with nobody about anything except Plato & Aristotle in the books of the rank & file

In the neo-classics category, most folks live & die without knowing why, we’re scat in a pile

Tornadoes roll through town and everyone thinks of the wizard of Oz, luck of a dusty draw

It’s all she wrote, folks, game is meat & it’s nobody’s food but mine, elk & deer bloody, raw.

Philosopher’s stone lost & found inside of the padlocked treasure chest, down underwater

Pirates and royal men and women who feigned importance as most fit to survive the banter

Of vermin and all too human far right & left ways to get to the middle path of less resistance

Out of all bullseyes, a murder of crows caw at stoned faces, Jolly Roger’s skull dug prance.

This here and that there are right in front of everyone’s holy face, Presence’s fate to be

Everywhere that’s Past & Future are the places where the Hamlets will nevermore see

Simple & all too human apes bring home bacon, but the pigs & hogs returned-pork bad

Long guns & pistols a caliber .22 to .270, 30:06, .38, .44, .45 or .500 Bushwhacker dad!

Before you die, you’ll payback the whole shebang or be denied entry into a holy Valhalla

Vikings & queens of the warriors’ mothers who pretended that childbirth was a love thing

Result of coitus and conception to generate the origin of the Void’s collapse into One dot

Midway monsters crooning a Word to the deaf ones who turned out to be the dumb spot.

Punks & phony geniuses complete the whole shebang, fractions of One divided by a Zero

I run the riff and the beats bangin’ on the drums, the mics have speed to ears of anti-hero

Prism isn’t doin’ its active shooter gig of the sun’s fired-up atoms, so dark, invisible wisp

Long or short lived, matter doesn’t really matter except for particles without a mass’ lisp.

By the bye-bye, I lean over to divulge the silent secret that only the One knows, not to be

Shook up the pills in the vile to get some satisfaction from the ground of being mama dirt

She gave it all, I got it all & I’ll never give up the ghost, it’s not in the stars or the card keys

Holy door, above or below the latch-handle knob, for my skull’s downhill skeleton’s skis.

Think not about thoughts without merit, be the cause of the winning & be the trophy case

Awarded for the excellence of winning all the time, every game you play with leather & lace

Bobbing for apples is for a bigger mouth than anyone’s blessed with, except a dragon myth

Fear the hate of the lovers of mythological smoke & mirrors, they’re all donna die forthwith.

Pseudo-Faith, hot chimera nobody sees coming, y’all do die ala fast car or in a casket bed

Everyday & every time you think about your existence & your mortality, Fear of the Undead

Blown gaskets leaving the power to dissipate before the music’s melody seared tickled feet

Woke up awakened in blazing infrared-ultraviolet light, frequency to die for in BBQ’d meat.

Once I got bit, there was no turning back from the rabid want & need for the purple liquidity

Inside the veins & arterial network, the drum beats the forwards & guards of a Windy City

What I’ve got you used to have, you lost it all when you lost focus on the dream’s final Ends

Percussion causes my concussion, copped out, flipped out, I’m all one Divinity, my friends.

It’s Time in this space of Outerspace to interface with divided, separated atoms of the Eve

Twilight zones breached & now the system can return to a black hole’s Singularity reprieve

Collapsing is the only way another way knows, expanding 'til Nothing’s left except All I AM

As above this headstone & hard water, so below holy infinite commands, all too human.

That said, it’s all been said & done before today’s sunrise, ditto after the sunset’s final blow

Subdivision inner visions in our minds programmed by K-12 & post-secondary gyp downlow

Hardly soft yet intricate enough to fit in a point without mass or volume, pencil-neck’s bone

Here we go, no choice but to get to points of no return, you were there & then, already gone.

You don’t know like I know but you will, it’s inevitable even if you wait until the last gasp

Winning isn’t everything, winning is the only thing, a small or big man blowing wind’s asp

Snake of the historical garden slithers past me, aware that my foot will stop its tail wind

Cut off from the multiplying division, adding to the subtraction until the Void signals Sin.

Violating the regulations, sympathetic empathy power annihilates what’s left things, et al

In Mississippi or Peking the void’s air is neutrality in essence, all gone to a Supernova ball

Fear of your death & your families’ leftover corpses to be burned or buried above & below

Bitten from head to toe, fired up Food, cooked what the Man’s gotta eat, it’s a chit show.

Been gone for a longer time than the star’s big bang shebang, out of time in timelessness

Slip through holy fingers, so far out of hand that the Thing Itself allows trips under duress

Forgive me not, forget me not, she loves me not due to my permutation of the sixth sense

I’m in a place to show & win it all, 1st breath pull to last gasp, I’ll gt the phuq off the fence.

Joy and full immersion in the matter’s form I’ve taken from the matrix’ nucleus, a star trek

From galaxy to universal, cosmic mass there’s the energy of speeding light as I hit the deck

Mankind queens & kings create the way to live & die, funerals for all, dead Jacks in boxes

Really reflecting now, I forgot this was a temporary stop on hot trip, come alive to be dead.

Epitaph on granite, Lived & Died So Enjoy The Ride, That’s All Folkes, a rabid rabbit foot

Luck came with or without it, just a crutch to feel that you’re on the right track, point’s moot

Last drag of smoke & mirrors for y’all, age of reason to last rights of faithful denizens’ meat

Cherry pies cut eight ways for seven pieces leftover, one whole piece, one bite of the heat.

Mystic mirror reflects ultraviolet to infrared, crisscrosses the femurs below a hard cranium

White out of a higher black flag, nothing to die for but that’s all there is, no reason or rhyme

Fly higher than you can, astronauts & cosmonauts found Nothing, don’t ask, don’t tell it all

Nothing’s function to thank God for, all flummoxed, signed, sealed & delivered a Holy Fall.

It’s a long road on a short pier to the End’s shore, trip is that no search ever ends at home

Headaches &and freezing cold hands left over before the night ends, dawn comes to come

Creating gold from dead-lead, super big bangs’ pencil-necked remnants of Jelly Rolls blood

Certainty itself & total oblivion’s nature, One principle emerges ala infinity’s darkest mood.

Only you and I know nothing better than a thing itself, original sin damned the One’s fights

Created fools or not, mortal or not, matter & energy in Big Bang dances sub-atomic bytes

Concrete or smoke & mirrors show & tell all that a mindful being needs to be happy, twice

Reason’s mystery to solve the conundrum, I can’t die if God was never alive, I’m rollin’ dice.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, XXII-XXIX-MMXXIV AD at 911 AMPST

{ Plucked out of my blue jeans this AM while jammin’ to @VanMorrison #PhilosophersStone link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs?si=FUveEjTF7NkXLsaT }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WeCameToPlay @TowerOfPower MMXXV comin' up! #OORAH @USAF @ThunderbirdsUSAF

DIG, HERE WE GO, WE CAME TO PLAY
TRIP-POINT OF NO RETURN,

 AD INFINITUM REPITITION

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Begone from all sights & sounds of silent music, treble & bass to die for in naked cities
Talkin Bangor to San Ysidro & every single cesspool of humanity’s fecal matter, please
Take this & take that right in the kisser, you can’t see beyond a nosey character’s tease
I got out of town with my skin & 208 bones intact, ain’t my fault I fell out of family trees.

Produced in a huff, no immaculate conception but One son of Man, Father’s in heaven
With or without the other angels who flew around in the day & nightfall of the sword
Dots and dashes on the ship’s bow, sailing for the rest of my watch, never will retire it
My watch is on until my final snatch of air out the sky, gas I don’t know will kill my chit!

Hair is short or long, facts of life is hair is all dead cells, a result of the passage of Time
Stay bald eagle & nobody knows you’re o’er 12, so shave yo’ face at sundown in a gaol
I got a big, full moon over here, high in an imaginary sky, Space & Time’s illusion rhyme
Hidden from the uninitiated who would break Ten Commandments & theoretics, I fail.

Harps playin’ for the Captains of ships & the sailors who animate the sea’s DJ lockers
Davey Jones knew nothing then & still the same after all the pirates left gold for goons
Treasure chests ‘neath crystal clear underwater to island tops of drowned, goof loons
Lava is loose, merging a secondary scream for mercy to nobody, all lips just blowers.

Fire out of the sun, ignition of the atmospheric tornados and tidal waves, gods to plead
Wind remnants of a spin & wobble of Earth, carrion birds & bees, all too human doom
Survive the concoction, unimmaculate conception of a holy egg in mom’s womb tomb
Expression on your face is classic, here’s what I know in nutshell, it’s RNA in the seed.

Are you on board or will you wait until it’s far too late to save your soul, father fodder?
Don’t mind if you do or not, in a hundred years, nothing’ll matter but you’re the father
Absentee meaning nobody ever told you that you originated from thin air, RNA codex
To replicate the scars of a Big Bang & the march onto the return to the Singularity sex.

Oneness of One’s multiplicity of the Many is as obvious as a murder of crow’s caw-call
Iron the wrinkles from the invisible smoke’s turban, twirls about the brain bucket-ball
Listened to the words but forgot everything they said to me, something deep as a hole
Doves nor seagulls fly up in there, nothing alive needs a lit darkness, unnecessary con.

Children come to life accidentally on purpose, it’s all in the stars, all of us go very well
Kicking & screaming on the way to the corpus dillecti or a passing ship in zonal twilight
Go ahead & get behind me, watch my footsteps & follow each one as you would beach
Bums affluent in falling asleep, middle of the day or the night, crybabies do all preach.

Guides showing the way they don’t know because everybody must die to know, get it?
All the bibles and other languages ideas about after this life’s death know Nothing, sit
In meditation & absolutely still for an hour or two, every day or every year you’re alive
Systems above & below in synchronization of Big Bang’s slowing expansion, it’s jive.

Pain felt in your brain’s mind, a function of saving the host from disease, harm & death
If you disregard the signals thrown into your conscious awareness, take a last breath
Y’all won’t know it after you’re all gone but know it now, you’re just cosmic dust dying
At Space’s airports or undersea, jets & submarines get to final destinations’ ice frying.

Gravitational force just the suck of the two lips which speak no Evil nor Good, let’s roll
Upward or downward dog, either or both ways are the way the river goes to water’s fall
Binge & snatch life out of the dead things we kill to eat, for the power of Juice from Joy
Barking & bitching at my parents’ graves, deceived to believe in 49 reasons like a boy.

Babies and elders’ bones are not in my future nor yours, you may not have blind faith
Can’t see the Truth that has no words & therefore no reality for the hungry old wraith
Gods named after dots on a matrix, taken for granted in 400 years, still all’s the same
As above so below, things themselves & forms rock the shape of salt water & a dame.

Paid the fees to matriculate in a PhD program which requires dissertation of polemics
Want to bad enough, desire it good enough & you’ll certainly connect the dots’ sticks
Lucky you read the words in The Word from Genesis to Revelation, then dropped balls
To regenerate the species whether in love or lust, irresponsible for the werewolf calls.

Reconnoiter the flatland to secure the life and liberty for yourself & posterity’s men
Matter & the form it takes is all there is for us all, even the unborn in a womb of blues
Fight like a crazy baby to get here & now, depending on the whim of the girls & women
Hot to trot, horses ready to race, lathered up skin, muscles loose to lose, magic ruse.

Pie never was in the sky, it was a jackass’ carol on a stick and fishing line, no piece ate
A piece of peace just a dream in the middle of a battle & war of the states of being late
On time and eternal after the spin, when it stops, it is indeed, all over, that’s all, caput
No light or sound leftover, underground, under dirt, under water, let’s load up & shoot!

Certainty a thing of the Past, nothing for certain in the Present of Future, just figments
Imaginary chimera, appears & vanishes as it’s identified, First Cause of heaven scents
Blown mind, body eaten & defecated without prejudice, it’s nothing personal, I’m dirt
Of a star, billions of parsecs away from Earth’s core, stillborn & raised to be a Big hurt.

Would your parents ever abandon you to the powers that be? Could you survive alone?
Answer is clear as a bell, you will fight to survive if you need to kill aggressor’ T-bones
Buried deeper than a shovel can dig, in a body bag empty of a thing itself, down under
Believed hook, line & sinker that the hook was friendly, I got caught in light & thunder.

No return now, it’s not on the keyboard, ain’t in my repertoire to show the narrow way
If you don’t know already, you’ll never know, it’s the way it is, it’s not anyone, far away
Where nothing else can be, that’s where it is, it’s actually not It, it’s nothing special
Think therefore you exist, there’s no question, I am, You are, we all are, God in a cell.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 12-26-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 12 O’CLOCK HIGH NOON

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