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Keep up to date with the marvelous & universal riffs of the divine malfunction in the junction

Words matter and thoughts energize them before they become sounds from the noisy jerkin’

Nasty and so good, too good to be true, hence it must be false, a lie, a fabricated kick of shyt

No evidence of peace & love in holy intercourse of what never matters, One Love’s behind it.

High due to the pills, drink & smoke which all comes into the waste, urinated, defalcated fake

Movies, photos, paintings & all of the writing on the walls & dead tree pulp of a rainbow lake

Modesty and humility is tantamount to the success of the Word of Mouth put into cyber print

Space and Time waiting forever for you & me to get the Truth down about suckin’ spearmint.

Keep things in mind, one thought in one mind of a schizophrenic monster dream in a dream

Part of you & I in tact once death taps us all on the shoulder when it’s unexpected to scream

That you’re innocent of being guilty as charged by common & divine law, kill all when at war

Dropped F-bombs from B-52s that flew like lead balloons when it came over the USA, so far.

Line up in single file, double-time from the 1st to the last step for mankind, raise the tariffs

I find a large zero in the future once the implosion of the economy begins, buy & sell in tiffs

Ghost inside of your skin, can’t get out until the Time as it is in charge of the whole shebang

Rules of passing minutes and centuries long forgotten or recently recalled, a Feng Shi fang.

Zen koan, make it & make no sense, that’s the final word on the subjects & objects of dirt

Rocks grounded, sand at the bottom to the core, that’s the skull & bones of this world’s hurt

You will and we all shall do the things to keep out of prison and away from the annihilation

We’ll all get annihilation, personally or not, in all cases the sycophants swill the mortal sin.

Enemies of the state are merely the forerunners of the pastime of doing nothing at all, ever

Babies born to be wild as a cherry on a tree, the fruit of the loom, they will eventually sever

You with me on the trajectory to disaster, an accident cannot occur on purpose, it’s random

Caused by whichever effect occurred before it’s awareness that it’s mortally irrelevant scum.

North pole to south pole of every planet in the universe, it all remains the same, Everything

Not Nothing but Everything, it’s just an observation of the Truth, don’t shoot the messenger

One to the heart and two to the head too, extraordinary should be customary, a song I sing

Tweeter whistle, post to the ether where nobody knows you or yours, anonymous scat sling.

Dysfunctional although it seems as though there’s a subset which may be deep fake random

Pick me for the team so I can think to myself, put me in coach, I can’t get into the game some

In no period piece you’ve ever been exposed to from Head Start, elementary, slick PhD SIM

I matter being a component atomic unit of soul put life on It, home to gods & angels so grim.

Halo over the saintly heads but only once they die to the world & rejoin the rocks’ hot ash

From behind or far ahead of the rest, the One cannot fail since the goal is to go super nova

It’s the raging matter that is at the mercy of involuntary gravitational collapse, it’s academic

As above here, so below down to It, into the absolute center of God’s Suns, Space’s tac-tic.

Hearts beat, souls immortally immerse into the DNA’s cytoplasm for the 1st & final trip about

Ellipse about the Sun, while wobbling, revolving, evolving due to the loss of mass’ self-doubt

You have none, nobody has any, doubt has a price and that’s higher than you want to go now

Take my word for it, honestly, believe me when I say, every twit that lives, annihilates below.

My sincere apologies that your minister, your priest or preacher hadn’t mentioned the Truth

Ain’t casting aspersions upon them, all men of blind faith do what they do, God asks no more

Everyone else left over with nothing but the circle around an empty area with no Thing, et als

Circle the wagons, hide the valuable food and treasure chest full of gold, silver trophy B-Balls.

On the floor, answering all incoming calls from voices communicating conundrums, it is done

Verbs predicating all subjects & objects of nouns & pronouns well connected to one God’s son

Hips sway to & fro just because it’s their orientation to the ground of being, blind can’t see it

Halls dark, floor slick as snot, a bunny thing for an imaginary rabbit, bangin’ Trix' fire & spit.

A hit of the law and order keeps the eyes poppin’ while awake, livin’ in the dream of Ma & Pa

Gave it all to keep me above ground, without a doubt, my origin is my fortune, one son of GA

Herded into the caves and under the canopies of the forest that hid the holy holes, safe place

Grief’s embedded in DNA genes, due to form & matter of a thing itself, whippin’ cream grace.

Death of the rock and roll cannot be too soon for extinction, it raises it’s ugly goat’s head too

Above here where you sit or stand, in a library or underneath a tree in the grove’s sky of blue

Getting the knowledge you had no idea was known to be in a slow motion ride on an A-train

Tracks & turnpikes go up & down, around and through the empty places to house the insane.

Hooker-hire stepsons are the future pimps, doctors of wasted effulgence, all too human spunk

On a peer into a psyche of invisible deeds undone by a divine skipper, something to talk about

Screwed into my 21 with an ace of hearts and jack of spades, house’s dealers are all so guilty

At One, savior who is also creator of the Thing with flaws and about to devolve into ilk funk.

Are you now fully informed about why you’re alive and informed that living here is all of it

Nothing else beyond megadeath of the thing, indeed you are a thing, die & that is all, chit!

You bet it all into the pot, call & raise fools who remained with losing hands, four aces, aye

Chicken dinner winner, no IOUs or prisoners with no spy skills, dead or alive, I’m a cowboy!

Valentine’s day on the 14th of February celebrates killing the man, burnin’ man at a fire stake

Feel the heat from the light and you will eventually feel nothing but hot, real hot in a fire lake

Nothing will be perceived again, deaf, dumb, blinded eyes without remote viewing logarithms

Hot & smooth, it’s all she wrote on the papyrus, Eagles & Chiefs #Superbowl LIX syllogisms.

We have the center, guards, tackles, split or tight ends & wide receivers getting offsides jump

No QB is safe from the onslaught, whether to pass, handoff or run past scrimmage for a dump

Backfield in motion, the way it must be, it’s the way to the uprights, for six, one, two or three

Territory between coasts & borders, all the united states of being away from the killer spree.

Perforate the jolly roger’s skull with a tiny opening in the black flag’s rectangular polar bear

It is what it is just in case you didn’t already figure that out, it’s wisdom calculus of pretty hair

Long or short, it’s all dead like the dead air of the voices in the ether, get plugged into civility

Skid marks on the road to your highness’ throne, also in utero abortion, killed before nativity.

Penchant for being morons and idiots mating and teaching the progeny how to self-destruct

Before mating & conception, prior to enculturation of the innocent and ignorant fools of us

That’s when the light turns on, a flip of the switch, a screaming infant outside the inner womb

All uphill from there, the sky’s the limit for all who gasp gas, on the way to the marble tomb.

Cross over from the treble to the bass, it’s all in the game, in the name of love, neutralize it all

In the Big Bang or a Tiny Peep, universal atoms of neutrinos, nuclei & the gas of stars that fall

All of the above and all of the below is all for us, in thin air as nuclei free fall into the specter

Of the mice & men who came & left the ten commands of deity behind, God dam who? Her.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, February IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of the Earth’s dust and rust while listenin’ to the one, the only Cheech & Chong #BEST in my opinion on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lWld7_NetYQ?si=rgdfmfhxXuiOEYwB }

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ENOUUGH IS ENOUGH

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 j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, February 2^nd MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST

{ Jammed while loopin’ #OneHeartbeat by @SmokeyRobinson in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/A39xfn3K_Ps?si=esrXN1EKYLxyGn-z }

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#DigOneHeartbeatAtATime #Oneness

GOD DON’T FORBID ANYTHING BUT WHAT I SEE AS UNFIT

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 XXVIII^th  MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Slipped out of the Vault With No Door, while listenin’ to #TheGhetto (again) by @DonnyHathaway on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5uLM6DdTpmQ }

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