Four Score I Think Is A Double Sawbuck, Anyway . . . I ain't Crazy, God Forbid... #WhoopAmanSometimez

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DO NOT BOW UP!

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What Would Jesus Do?  Ask T

To Die For Neighbors & Enemies.

DON’T PARK YOUR TESLA NEAR MY MASERATI GHIBLI, MONSIEUR

Speedbumps every 20 feet you roll on down highway 1 on the coast, too many “S” curves too

On any given day or dark night, there is nobody I’d rather drive on the One with other than Boo

She knows who she is, I don’t want to drop names to impress all 80 I know in the peanut gallery

Mercurial drive far from a Kauai farm of pocololo, drivin’ the sport Bentley, Weed to Monterey.

In some way shape or form, lucky or not, y’all get down to Santa Cruz’ beach’s elder boardwalk

Get some chowder & crackers & sit down to watch the sea gulls & assorted wildlife dive for fish

Most people will never see what I saw, what many but not everyone has observed, on the cuff

Hearts broken into a trillion pieces, the reward for a Valentinian love is rejection in the hot buff.

Nevertheless, it’s automatically going to be a problem for you & I because everything is just that

A problem is our problem to solve & move far away from the cause of the conundrums of fate

Maybe this or that, fill in the blanks to predicate the subjects & objects, adverb adjectives

If prepositions & interjections go too far, just use the first conjunction that comes to your mind.

All the above, tools for the control of the narrative, better me than you or anyone else, all good

Imagine you were one seeing things from the point of view of a 73-year-old man, you’d be rude

But anyway, it’s good to know for certain that the kids can return to classes, state slaves all back

Hostages taken no more, it’s what happens when the imagination fails to accommodate a stack.

What will you do when an illegal immigrant comes to homestead in your house? Cry or guffaw?

Self-Defense for the offense allowed, it’s me, myself & I for the triad of nominees nobody saw

Coming or going whether you like it or not, grim reaper has no choice but to reap what’s sewn

Seed to fruit of the vine, everything is everything, ad infinitum, no lies, mortal job is all blown.

Bury the hatchet deep, in a manner of speaking meaning just forget about it, ain’t no big thing

On the other hand, fate even awakens the woke when a final gasp of gas comes in & goes out

A moment of silence to gather your fixed agenda of cause & effect, mindless clutter, jib jabber

It is difficult to solve some problems, the conundrums without solutions that burn my rubber.

Creating exoplanets and animated life forms inhabiting them, at least here on Earth, that’s Life

It’s all just what is dust on my boots when I’m down after being high in April, up/down in May

The demi gods are in charge of causes and effects of Life on Earth, conception to last watch

Completed contract-mission is what I stand up for, attention General Quarters, go get a wife.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 1- XXVIth – MMXXV Anno Domini @2111 hours PST

{ Proof that you are nobody but the 208 bag of bones you were born with, take an MRI to be certain, count back from 100, like 1, 2, 3 or 3, 2, ! for the return of your property most foul & spinnin the notes with @TraceAdkins #HITS #YaGottaWoopAMansAssSometime #GodForbid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rMnqPpHParo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Y'all Gotta Whoop A Human's Ass Sometimes #ShootMeStraight #MakeItBurnTheWholeWayDown #JackDanielsBlack

GOD DOG DAB NAB IT, PERPETUALLY UBIQUITOUS RICH KIDS

First, for the last time I’m going to go all in on the bet, I’ve got a full boat to boot
At minimum I lose my rent money for two months, maximum I’m a loom of fruit
Apples and oranges, bananas and coconuts in solid & liquid form, vitamin C rich
As above, so below this saga goes on ad infinitum, least until you blow it, butch.

Not only are we lucky but also we’re anointed to be the ones who get to know it
What it is from the birth of you to your death, before & after the diapers of chit
Moms and dads know what I mean, pamper & training to excrete it all in a hole
In the ground, inside outhouse or a lavatory with running water & a flush bowl.

No envy of the powers that be, they’ve no sentience at all of our random musing
That they either used to or still do exist in another realm, a dimension of Timing
Eyes to see whether they’re wide open or not, that’s the inner sanctum of signs
Stop or Go, Enter or Exit, Free Choice on to save the day for a bow tie that binds.

Underdog until the last gasp, a final bark up a tree, a fox scored in survival mode
You keep the Truth close to your vest like your daddy told you to, I ain’t lyin’ much
Hard to take the riffs and back beating like I used to, it hurts some & wanna scream
Amazing or not, non-plussed for the duration of formation, one dream in a dream.

Y’all brought a knife to a gunfight and that is the highway it must be, or so I’m told
Middle path between two extremes of the holy Void, imagined to be hot and cold
Out of hands of mankind, woman’s womb has no mercy on eternity, holy or mighty
Instant things appear in shape & form, from all matter of atomic fusion to fight me.

I got all bloody from the skirmish, and it wasn’t pretty or even 1/2 way decent lookin’
My last girlfriend called me a period-piece whatever that meant, down south jukin’
From 15 to 75 it’s just the maximum #Soulshine without the moonshine, I sway right
Between you & I & the four cornered room we occupy, here is so fine, not too tight.

Automatic and systematic for the conceptual analysis of conundrums so very foul
No resolution in every case, just the feeling of absolute uselessness in a fishbowl
Played by the playboys & call girls whether I liked it or not, gambled roulette on it
Cards’ high hands beat the house, 40 G out the door, Vegas or Jersey Boardwalk.

My blood brothers know without a sound of written words spoken, dust in the wind
Loathing all the pressure to perform perfectly, mentally & physically, all in my mind
Nowhere else except maybe a migraine smacking forehead & temples, it’s fly to me
Nothing anybody can do about it except MRI yo' brain, magnetic image, an anomaly.

Part your hair down the middle of your head, grow the crop low down on a high road
It’s rocky sometimes & smooth as silk once in a great while, let it slide into demise
Not a thing to be done about that 'cept listen to the music & if you can, dance & sing
It’s always when you’re back in black, God’s eating dogs & eating cats, pet the cat.

If you think anything other than you’re alive, it's is true about living & dying in L.A.
There’s a chink in your armor since you have it, look in the mirror to confirm, stay
A bit longer than you believed it would be, over 100 years old, a favor to the divine
Yesterday, today was tomorrow back then, never-never-land's a shark danger sign.

Under water or underground's volcanic rocks at the molten, star-blown Earth core
That's the total of power, revolutionary orbital trajectory projection, psycho's terrain
Monkeys & their makers in charge of things themselves & all the occult, all insane
Authority’s dead, random recombinant DNA at the mercy of smells & tastes' score.

Washing sore feet of wounds caused by barefoot preaching on desert sand pebbles
Sea beaches to play games of golf, full moguls’ sand traps, doglegs & fairway dells
Your buzz of music playing ‘tween your ears may be original or obscure, to be a blip
It’s your karma like it or not, now you know, all you require is balance on a pin's tip.

Who knows anything of Life & Death other than blind faith junk pretending, a mortal
Your belief that you & yours are the essence of immortal, divine creator's dirty portal
Leads to living a dream, in a place in Space you find it all, growin’ up & gettin’ a pair
Mothers & fathers at one point or another, die & fade away into nothing's long hairs.

Hippies & beatniks in denial of enculturation, what anthropomorphism is all about
Everything caused by the Earth’s position in a solar system, Divine, nothing Human 

Be thinking that you’re woke when you’re at your wake, asleep in a dream to awaken
Grief is good if you need it for fuel to overrun your hum, audio’s verve, heavy shout. 

In no way, of any old shape or form from a random recombination of a female curve
Not a slim chance in hell there’s one that appears & escapes the astronomical hit

Deadheaded for the headlights in a head-on, I signed the cross & began the swerve

Y'all said things I didn’t wanna say, played games you wanted to play, caput ala scat.

Brought a knife to a gunfight but since the blade was my hands, it was as sharp
As a blade sharpened by slate to the finest, smoothest line of strings on a harp
Played for the immortals who are never present, only past & future pizza story
Food for princes & kings to be good to go when war is waged, queen’s for glory.

Grown at home, from seed to flower, smoked with the hot fire flames of stars
Hot or not, it burns anyway from matter to ash gone to hell, below how wheels
Hands on my lap, fell in a trap, didn’t get the warning from mama or papa then
Walkin’ barefoot in the dark, rocky road with no regard for gods or men’s Zen.

So very hard to rock when It’s silent quietude all around, doe & buck in arrears flux
Off-putting yourself ahead of everyone else means you’re wearing corduroy tuques
Once upon a time of your hairy, bald head, powers-that-be hide the inner sanctum
Words predicate this machine’s First Cause & Final Effect, #WordUp trippin’ scum.

Bottlenecked & broadsided son, it happens prior to extinction, One on the spectrum
So many splits of an original gangster remains to remind the thing itself to get some
Either you get it or you don’t & that’s fine, you’re not destined to hear the song sang
Karma erased, deleted, annihilated & Oneness generated my mama, dad’s big bang.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted dreaming, sleeping yet #Woke while jammin’ to the @ HITS #YouGottaWhoopAMansAssSometimes & other musical battles on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMnqPpHParo }

F IN I S

W.W.A.R.D.

 

AIN’T NO FUN WAITIN’ ‘ROUND TO BE A MILLIONAIRE, EH? DON’T CARE WHAT THEY SAY!

AM I RIGHT OR WRONG?  YA GOTTA WHOOP A HUMAN'S ARSE SOMETIMES, YUP!

OLD NEWS IS GOOD NEWS #OBLIVION }@TomCruz{ #WhosInCharge? #ShakespeareWasFrancisBacon #PoliticalScientology

 

IDIOTS' INFECTION ILLITERACY

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Get off of your arse 1-22

Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk
Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk
Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force
Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back
There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls
Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent
Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings
Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes
Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real
World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written
Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin
As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too
Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes
Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes
String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive
Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure
Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour
Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird
Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth
They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth
No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky
If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone
Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son
Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime
At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it
If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate
Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen
Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all
Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now
Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall
Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al
Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal
On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain
If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum
You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff
King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship
Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8 } 

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?