Invited to the party… but I didn’t know anyone except the lady who invited me, she’s gone As if she was never here in the first or second place, through no fault of my own, I’m a pawn On the board, playin’ the game by the rules against cheaters and liars who lose & then moan As if it matters that you hear the displeasure of losing to you, the jig’s up fronting predawn.
Through the spin of Earth, assimilating the day and the night, it is what songs sing all about Fear and loathing in every invisible atom of your skull, bones & inner soul, the ol’ holy spirit Signify yourself by your irrelevance to the whole shebang, no matter what you do, you s#it Yourself, in your diaper at first until you get badgered into getting clear on sanitary shout-out.
Bad boog-a-loo and slick bumpin’ & jumpin’ all around the drums & horns mix with G-strings Keepin’ the harmony & melody with electronic 88’s & y’all’s’ mama knows the rest, she sings On my knees down below the baby’s high-chair, like the boss of the board, not yet chairman Acting like One in control of every decision to move this way or that, nobody doin’ a can-can.
A dance of steps, to and fro with random side-steps to follow, to get to the final waste of Time Not telling anybody’s story once they’re dead, just look at the corpse & wait for the stop signs Closing the top of the coffin/casket keeping the dead 208 bones contained from predator sins Hear the sounds, see the sights, feel what’s hip from scent & taste of the loaves and fish fins.
Ready on the starting line, set to go and without further ado, it’s on the way to the finishin’ On the race of the Good scents of Evil for survival of the most fit species, prejudiced redskin In the darkness of this living dream, many think they know it all, wise knowledge deepfakes Certainty principles are appearances of the doom & gloom that rattles until the gods shakes.
Substance before the Big Bang was nothing like the sway of the human woman’s hips I feel Makin’ my move to pretend that the species’ hormone has little to control the whole deal Nothing left when everything loses its attention of your conscious mind, a brain-dead loner Your creators & your parents along with enculturation methods will usurp you, The Stoner.
Think about surviving without the Gold earned or inherited from something Itself, squib cakes No forgiveness for the malfeasance of your holy fathers and pure, virgin mothers and sisters Harmony & some working rhythm keeping time with the movement of the waves & high tides Beat kept from A to G, sharp & flat, diminished in major, minor or seventh, felt the beat vibes.
Alright, it’s going to gitter done on the backstroke & last toke, there’s no time to f’n waste Playin’ with fire & sandcastles that won’t last through the next tide, ebb or neap, God’s Face Gas up to begin the journey, it’s a necessary and sufficient condition to X or implode Space Very good or not, it is what it is, it could be worse, you might not ever have been born, ace.
You’ve joined the herd by inheritance from the sex acts of Romeos & Juliettes who live & die History of an unknown origin, rocks, scissors, sharp needles and silver spoons for the blue sky Moving things, animated animals of animation, cartoons of comedy and drama, Word is all up Love, Fear of losing Life, crushed, burnt, drowned or consumed like a BBQ’d swine or dog pup.
Peace & Ends of it have much to do with territory & boundaries for saving your family jewels What I had before I died went right back into the matrix mix, immersed inside cosmic stew Better or worse may not be good but evil is better than the alternative, Nothing but a Void All spirits conclude it’s better to be than not to be, no question, the only answer, I’m android.
by
r j jstephan, i
c.Dimanche, February 2nd MMXXV Anno Domini
444 PMPST
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@ https://youtu.be/A39xfn3K_Ps?si=esrXN1EKYLxyGn-z
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Gods forbid you come to a gunfight with a sharp knife, you’d be sure to die quick six No turning around or back once you’re committed to terminating the threat, 2 sticks We called holy names which cannot be uttered by mortals, nobody knows it all, One Yet there’s a place in the aquarium, in the zoo or the whole ecosystem for my Son. Buried or above and beyond the thing itself, there is a shape or form of the atoms Imagine you’re a pebble on a beach full of pebbles, there were no Eve’s or Adams The blank spot in the human memory was all too humane, we cannot be accidents Insanity of the mind evolved from a hunting & gathering culture, the sixth scents. Enculturation of the tribe by nobody but a random collection of idiotic baboon ilk Crime and the punishment resulting from the act, all the same when it’s all over Guilty by reason of insanity or just because you’re a mean & nasty, immoral lover Hugs and kisses to you even if you can’t receive them without a shake & shudder.
I saw you cringe as if you were being approached by disaster, yet that was me fool You weren’t fooled before the fools got into your head’s mind, old ladies of the pool Hey man, it’s incredible & totally easy to believe at one and the same time, amazing Like winning your father’s favor & inheriting gold & silver mines full of #DOGE ding. Quirky yet fully immersed in winning of the game, with or without known damn fools I know the way, you know a wrong way and we’ll meet at the end in the storm’s pools Love and the lack of it is the Force behind your Life’s progression, kings & l’il queens All for the One & Only Truth, no priests or monks know it, only God knows It dreams.
Swallow your pride, internalize your disbelief in the facts of life, you’ve made your bed Sleep with an eye open or expect the worse, getting lost within a dream’s dreamscape Can’t awaken if you’ve lost your memory, can’t come back to the origin at End’s finale What it is, who it is & why it is how everything cannot be underestimated, we’re dead. I have no proof other than wakes & funerals I’ve attended before my own, it’s creepy Kissin’ the Italian corpses left by my loving kinfolk, gave them a granite rock & grave Just to be there in case a stranger passes by & reads the curiosity of a solo existence Pied piper playin’ your song, my tune ain’t in the reservoir, I’ll be freestyle jazz’ tense. You know like only you and I know the Truth about the nature of Being, it’s deep secret Hidden from all the mass’ humming engine with a hole & dip stick, keepin’ out of debt Gone way too fast counterclockwise about the track, crashed & burned body’s bones What was necessary & sufficient for my bongo drums to keep a beat, angels’ moans.
Brief speech you didn’t even know was coming, all for One & One for all, the ghetto Place to live for the welfare of the motherless children, can’t keep the legs to blow Human need & desire for the extinction of species is within the RNA, love stinks too As above, so below, the stars blow with their planets, our sun goes, you’re gone boo! by r j j stephan, i
c.Mardi, Janvier XXVIIIthMMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Slipped out of the Vault With
No Door, while listenin’ to #TheGhetto (again) by @DonnyHathaway on youTube
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ALL ACTIONS HAVE Predictable CONSEQUENCES Nobody on planet Earth born to females of species or mitotically divided ala asexuality Not even One gets out of the system of ups & downs alive, no spirit & no immortality Ethics and Rationality for the ivory towers to reiterate to the young & restless PhDs As above clouds into deep space, so below six feet for an encore of a planetary seize.
Monsters on the way to scare the daylights out of the nightmares a doctor analyzed Shrunken child’s age of reason at seven to eleven, unbecoming of an angel idolized Yet here we are, faced with unknown futures perpetually in motion for you & for me Therefore, once assuming, the propositional logic reaches a deduction without glee.
Mortification for every one of us at the end when the mortician drains you to the bone Talk about love no more or gettin’ nervous about goin’ under short skirts & long sweaters Something like a mystery you find about in your teens & carry to the octogenarian hearse I dreamed about you every night, your dream came true in my dream, for better or worse.
High or low, above and below again, over so many times that the reincarnates go mad Unable to handle the facts of life that nobody lives when the body dies, man & woman To know the Truth and live your full life knowing the Truth is the best deal to trade for Zen Payment is nothing but following the commands, the laws, the calculus of good & bad.
Even with the grace and healing of the ignorance inherited from naked apes in dark caves Humanity came to be accidentally, you know it but you can’t believe you’re not God’s favs Hence, if the Truth is that civilized humanity was a failsafe for a consumption of cannibals Let’s keep track of the trajectory of flying blips up in the sky, in case there’s air traffic pals!
Too late for the fools on the hill, they got there because it’s their last stand, just like Custer No way to get away when you’re surrounded by the entire nation, on your tombstone buster Kill was murder although consuming the flesh & bone, even entrails of the gods’ loaf & fish A sort of recycling of atomic matter into wasted leftovers when the power is 1st of a 3rd wish.
Past and Future come together in a unified theory of general relativity, a numb skull breach Fissure invisible yet with a slow leak, every secret ever manufactured by the ignorant beach All have been long gone & forgotten, magicians’ spells wiped the slate clear of word-up, son Hard rocks become the liquid lava that can’t be contained by elliptical orbits or revolution.
Drops from the planets that were imagined by the masters & their students, opiated Truth Maybe right or wrong but for certain, if there’s an origin then there’s a finale, end is curtains Nobody can think or feel a thing without the original Two, all evolved from the Origin of One Spontaneous as a loud, Big Bang, due to gravitational collapse, theoretical sound is Ma, Son!
Born out of a Void, the Singularity’s thrust into immortality’s covertness to keep idiots afar Pinch yourself, to make certain that you’re wide awake at peak level of attention’s original sin Sneaky snakes come after April, before June, it’s a Truth nobody can deny, I guess that’s certain Comedy of your tragedy is not so funny when you’re not in on the joke, it’s all a blip on radar.
Hurry, there’s no time to waste for you, you’re inside of one of the sweetest pickles, now & ever Lucky to be above the ground, unlimited by the organs & limbs in atrophy, nothing to die for, sir Then again, it’s the reason why we die, it’s because we’re alive in the first place, Thank the gods Talking worship and prayers to the invisible ancient ones who don’t show up on stage, hotrods.
Feeling a little bit foolish fallin’ for the one who couldn’t bear to be near me, the One hated me I knew it really had to be the opposite of the appearance, I only did what a lover would do, I see Everything both above and below us hurts pretty bad once it’s gone & coming back never at all Knowledge & Wisdom are afoot, just a legend pretending to be too legit to quit or ala downfall.
When I say what I will have said once it’s all said & done, that’s the time in Space, it is done Denial that the empty space is something more than nothing at all, well that’s mental illness Blind mice and blind faith that humanity swallows and swills at the whiskey bar, shots for us It’s what you gotta have lots and lots of, heart, real heart that beats eternally without a fuss.
It’s hip to be a square like the song sing, SO here we go, renegades who fooled around quit it Settled down for the duration of the melody & the score, equal at zero for all, cool to have a fit Every color to color blinded, in black & white, infrared to ultraviolet light in the pitch black dark Before humans wrote it down, word of lips & mouth flapped the gums, left the signals to spark.
In general, everything including you & I are specifically relative to the equilateral triangle form Geometric progression from zero both above & below the merry-go-round, no higher than low On the spectrum of infrared to ultraviolet light, the effulgence of the star we call, The Sun, son Daughters all realize the obvious what sisters & wives, aunts, mothers, grandmothers of fun.
Nobody will believe the irrepeatable yet there’s the good old college try by the dropouts of ‘U’ The issue is the grads didn’t study, crammed & used the cribs to generate the A’s, the B’s & C’s Incomplete factoid of One, Two, Three, that’s how easy it’s gonna be when your spirit’s freeze How now, brown cow? Sally sells seashells by a Jersey sea shore, near Boardwalk’s aqua blue.
I’m within the head, between the cranium’s ears, firing neurons in retrospect of War & Sleezy Nothing but the Black Hole’s Singularity has the power to reduce it all to less than Nothing too Hardy rhymes without rhythm, it’s the whiskey glasses & the beer steins I’ve tipped back easy You’re an idiot, you’re a moron, it’s not your fault, inherited your recombinant DNA, a high IQ.
Your existence beyond your flesh & bone is suspicious even if you’ve been embedded in faith Although it’s blind, at least it’s SOMETHING to believe in once you sucked a final gasp’s breath North to South Pole, all around the equator used to be enveloped by H2O, evaporated in Space In several millennia, all H2O will face annihilation as Earth devolves its ecliptic about starshine.
Mister potato head face, imagine Earth without H2O, you can do it or request artificial Intel too Compare the reality with your blind hope for immortality without a physical body, head to toe Whip it up into a frenzy because you can, like a conductor of a symphonic orchestra’s cacophony No reason to doubt the indubitable other than to mock the wasted time, be me, I’m so phony.
Hearts & minds become the fodder for the growth of the seed’s DNA, unknown creator’s drag Less than the zero on the number line, in the negative abstraction of conceptual analysis’ fag Who knew anything about anything on day One, nobody knew anything, a philosophy of Mind Cut off the head at the neck in a sharp guillotine, male & female become androgyny’s Stop Sign.
Simple man as yo’ foster parents allowed you to be, trained in Zen & Roman Catholicism schism Opportunity is knockin’ but not at my door, it’s next door or down the street, it’s her or it’s him In every case, repeating a payoff ad infinitum yields the Way of Zen, middle path, holy Nirvana Include you in the whole subset of Life, organic & inorganic, ash to dust, cry to your ol’ mama!
Nevertheless, heretofore at the get-go or near the final, bitter end of the world, it’s all of us Nobody at all can predict the future, many can’t remember the past, most cannot be present Prom night to the night of your wake in a casket, could be eighty or a hundred years on a bus Moving from origin to destination, you’re going to stop on a dime when it’s time, lady & gent.
Prime target is the bull’s eye center, soft as boiling water or hard as frigid ice, kill & eat lives Barbecued, broiled, boiled, fried, seared, burnt to ash or raw after death, sacred blood highs If there’s nothing to eat, hunger leads to starvation & the final motive of being alive in hives Performance hotrod inherited from the most fit to have survived north to south poles’ rises.
Enforce the law or become isolated in desolation without protection from predator elements Swift justice for the good, the bad & the ugly regardless of their parentage, for rich or poorer Immaculate conception of the generals and admirals who animate the scum of the Earth’s din Pens writing what the pencils points used to make, tabulations ala computations of mortal sin.
Surface to air missiles launched from the underground erections behaving as a moron, idiot! Orders and compliance are necessary conditions for the extinction of species to be The Robot No harm by androids if you appear to be a veal calf, grazing without any idea that God is dead Bizarre they could exist without a Faith in One Creator, anyway, all hookers sleep tight in bed.
Bases are full in the bottom of the ninth, the game is tied 0-0 & the cleanup will end the game Over when it’s over, it ain’t & everybody knows it ain’t over ‘til it’s over, Yogi Berra truism fame Hens laid nest eggs, brought up on Chi-Town side-streets until the roosters hatched hens’ yolks Extinction of specific codes of plants & animals, necessary & sufficient to annihilate all the folks. by r j j stephan, i c. Vendredi, Janvier XXXIst MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST { Y'all come from below or above the place in Space where the prisoners get incarcerated in a pig pen just like the animals you breed, slaughter & masticate the meals that die for our benefit so we don’t turn into the cadaver before our Time; drafted this neuro-toxin while asleep in a #Woke dream & listenin’ to @SicilianTrickshttps://youtu.be/1etPoP4GDs8?si=A5ONld2YELBCzKGd} F I N I S
