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UNKNOWBODY

Laughing ain’t an option when you've no mouth nor breath to exchange gas, man unknowbody

Crispier to the bite, a chew just a few moments away from the blood rush to the brain’s mindset
Cause and no defect, do the thing itself the justice it deserves for creating the whole shebang debt
We owe, y’all owe everything you have to the Unknown Nobody, I call unknowbody for kicks.

World is all the same now as it was before I arrived on a hot August day, lucky me, no bull scat
It was either me here or aborted to the inner sanctum of a sucking motherlode of godly gold dust
Buried inside of the rocks that used to be liquid star stuff, not just blown nose snots of the lust
Bring your mother and father, oh they’re already gone? Well then, kin. Oh, they’re all of that!

Freedom a word, Free & doom, could be a type that nobody knew, it was Free & Dumb merged
Down a middle way from here to there, you’ll get there one or another, ain’t no free will splurge
You gotta do what you gotta do, hem and haw around with the folks who like to hee haw spat
Guffawing now, I can’t stop it, no joke man, this is the real thing, for reals, no lie or bull’s scat.

Tell me about kicks I had and the kicks I’ll never have, stars shine above for sure, the sun’s One
Kicks just keep getting’ harder to find once you’ve found & had them all on one day or another
School from five to ? just to get the gold and happiness ever after without my mama’s flying rug
Papa said I’d make it until I located the best fit for my skin and bones that had no creative blog.

Hot or frozen stiff depending on the bake and frost, as the world turns the wobble & spin deal it
Weather, rivers flowing pole to equator without ceasing, one eye woke while the other dreamed
In relative synch with the method of madness, a matter of survival of the most lethally dangerous
Dangerous only to the deadly, never to the innocent nor uninformed, a genius without evil dead.

Party members are all who split the zygote, regardless of the content of a mess hall of solar-acid
All in the party, that party of every living human who has ever & will ever exist, all that you did
Every single person’s recording the Karma, you won’t change it, certainly, you will see it unfurl
In the backend of my dad’s station wagon, I ‘watched’ the movie lying down in blankets, oh girl!

Beams comin’ out of nowhere from my brothers, sisters, cousins, God’s alive in all of them, I see
Without the ancestors y’all stardust bein’ blown by the Singularity’s vacuum cleaner of my scree
Bums all over the city, down & out like it’s the dust bowl of the Depression of the USA’s necks
Whiskey fire in the liquid to fuel the wind in my sails, just like yours, I got none to spare, dicks!

Shadows dark but I don’t care, what could happen other than death rings my bell, who GAF? X
Unknown as it is and will always be since it’s been that way from the Get-go, it’s all @Space-x
Flying point on the dream within the dream, blind faith that this evolution to be a cyborg’s It
Madness that human species will evolve into the robots of the Jetsons, Flintstones all bulls#it.

High as Mt Everest & as low as the center of the fire, Hydrogen & Whiskey with my gypsy
All I ever needed was the open opportunity to light up the darkness with hot fire & blue sea
Pencils, pens, digital signatures & cyborg fetishes leading to the freaks without parental IQ
Lumps of veal calves & mutton-meat sheep for the aliens of the Other Place, House of Blue.

Yeah, I got some junkyard poetry, rhymin’ words for the wounded but still free, shout Holes
Shakin’ it up to groom the ones who’ll be left behind with the wounded, kissin’ ‘em farewell
Hound dogs and the silent gods only in the words of the books, they ain’t all that s#it rolls
Hominy grits in your belly, ready now for the white lightening, 7 day 365, this ring a bell?

Jagged rocks just an accident of the explosion, super nova blows & black hole sucks it all
Back & forth, I’m hip to the rigmarole in the tides, the river flows, the spin and wobble
Bloody thunder scared me at first, now it’s the reminder that I’m not dead yet, I am real
Not forever, it’s the Truth, be One now though, I am what it is to be One, I’m Knowbody.

Sky ain’t black, you’re observing Outerspace a billion miles from anyplace else, 1 Earth ball
Only in your mind, your head makes it up to feel the embrace of a spirit unknown, it’s y’all
Hunters, gatherers, fishermen and hoarders of the gatherers’ wealth & gold, it’s a Wall street

Perfection ain't an option, sentenced to birth & death ad infinitum, on yo' knees, fait accompli.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 3-10 MCCXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Kicked out the jams while listenin’ to #WhiskeyAndWheels in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/bDFEwOd3YBY?si=YrChKOwnqv30GzqS }

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

COMEDY & TRAGEDY, GTFOI!

@Springsteen #WaitinOnASunnyDay #MA #MAMA #Forever I want my @Nickelback! #ShakinHands @WHEREisLaFlaca? #ShesOnTopNow #LaFlaca @CarloSantana #LittleBitOfThisAndThatGameofLove

WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST, HOOKIN’ THE GOLD

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There may or may not be air outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, yet we’re in Limbo rockin’, son
As if the afterlife isn’t important, look at the pyramids and cemeteries full of headstone carving
In granite rock to roll around in the infinite earthquake that come to be without any notice et al
Now is the time to appear in the darkness before the supernova light that ends atomic fission.

On the way to the end, narrow way that it is, not even One soul is allowed to ignore the karma
Wounded or rewarded for things you can’t recall, all done & gone in the past, yet are so dharma
Punks never drunk on liquid, yet high on fumes ala burnt leaves of weeds & roots of funky feces
All or none of it originated & evolved during long periods of Time’s random mutation of species.

How time flies when you’re havin’ fun & drags when y’all bored or tortured with fear & loathing
It’s the variation of conscious awareness awarded to fortunate sons of reverent diva daughters
Guessing no conclusions not based on true premises posited beforehand, conditional ifs & thens
No need to think about the reasons for being alive on Earth, it’s an accidental egg drop of hens.

On or off Easter, the day a man who claimed to be divine, reversed corpus dillecti & disappeared
A blind belief system set up under commands from an unmoved mover, invisible to naked dead
All blind men cannot see this as the Truth, every living thing dies & doesn’t go to heaven or hell
Back into the dirt, recycled only after the ash & bones become independent of wood and metal.

Grammatically expressed to hide the actual Truth about the whole shebang, it’s the only option
To know Life before it was created is to be at One with the Thing Itself, Nothing known, my son
Believe me or not, it’s incredible that you’ve even been conceived & born, much less survived it
Birth & Death on the way to infinity, sideways 8 out the gate, atoms come around & go around.

Enhancement of the field of vision, I come out of the Lincoln Park, above & below the ‘hoods
Fear ain’t in my repertoire in the Windy City where my grandfathers & grandmothers spawned
Y’all got nothing at all to say about this or that, positive or in negativity I get in evil, live moods
Same as I, you are living to die in happiness and health, no pain or suffering, belong to a dawn.

Golden or Quicksilver buried in the continental dirt and embedded in the sea’s salt, it’s a secret
Now you know, you’ll die just like you would have if you had never found out, it’s ready & set
To go onto the finish line around the other side of the tracks, other side of town’s dark matter
Required the magic potion and the magic spells to keep the pendulum swingin’ in God’s favor.

Lost Nothing, I had Nothing since the day of my first breath, gasp of the Windy City arsehole
That is the origin without being necessary, it never mattered, accidental orgasm in an ol’ ho’
A-Z & between the sheets it all happens, sometimes just a divine pig in an all too human pest
Other times from The Past are impossible to recollect at all, just the educated have guessed.

The sheep follow the shepherd, without which they’re all blind without purpose or direction
All extinction is immanent without the one who maintains the herd, clean slate’s origination
You will see nothing inside of the casket, after you’re light leaves your spine, Man, It is done
Hands and feet on the ends of the fingers and toes that hold the bones’ Being solid, at One.

I was the innocent son of a fireman’s son, put the fires in Chicago out as quickly as hydrants
Without that man, I’m not here, without his wife, I shudder at home with my sibling infants
Young boys and girls to grown old men & ‘elderly’ women, that’s about the size of all the Blues
Nothing more to say or comprehend, you’re here, they were here & now they’re gone & U2z.

by
r j j stephan i  ( & the #WickedWitchofTheWest )
c. Samedhi/Dimanche, 3-8 & 3-9 MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
( Scorched this out of my solar plexus this AM while jammin’ to #WhoopAMansAssSometimes @Trace_Adkins on youTube link @ https://t.co/UnZjnkE2Sq }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KissThis @AaronTippet #JudgeKnotLestYeBeAKnot #PuckerUpAndCloseYourEyez #EyeFiguredYouOut @Nickelback @Santana #TheSensitiveKind

RECUSE YOURSELF, EXCUSE ME?

Everyone you know, all the people you are familiar with, both the living & dead now & then

Some girls reproduce the species and the others become the ones who end on a death bed
Of evolved human DNA which came literally out of nowhere, to produce a Timeline for RNA
In random recombination due to motion of the deep, blue seas & dried up sand here today.

Hawks and buzzards down to invisible microbial life in subatomic form between your two ears
It’s all out and all in when you come right down to it, sweet and unexpected unknowable fear
Unknown comes and goes quickly, before you know it, leaving residual sands’ beaches & beer
Holy ghosts coming right out of nowhere, north to south poles, all around the alligator tears.

You live and you die, you don’t deserve it but nobody else deserves it either, good luck is all
Nothing more nor less than being in the right place at the right time, just to go Spring to Fall
Over & over again, ad infinitum with fortune on a journey high, soft narrow path to Nirvana
How low is the highest place you can breathe in and out to stay alive & healthy until manana.

Dogs and butterflies notwithstanding, harm comes to those who lose a grip, being in freefall
As the day you & I were all born, the day before was the same, day after I die, also, identical
Life savers rotted your teeth and ruined your gums, chewed, bit, ground-up matter from hell
Drunk on what beans’ brew allowed, power of the photosynthetic, an anthropomorphic cell.

Hope, Faith & loving Charity for everything & every moment gifted from above, as it is below
Payoff from the ones you’re beholding to, bought your mansion & your speedster so mellow
For once in your life, stop in the name of love, begin shakin’ hands with gods of Gold in back
Bringing it home from first base, triple over the centerfielder’s head, off the wall warn track.

Hot as melted ice boiling away into the steam that causes the rain in a plethora of cloud nines
Middle finger is cool if you know what it means, one on each hand simultaneously, hand signs
Pigs with no lipstick is all we have and they’re all in the poke for the duration of makin’ bacon
In a ball of confusion, too hot to see, to hear, to taste, to feel but easy to convolute into skin.

Bones covered up with the organic functioning from skull to metatarsals, soul a construct of 1
Fear of becoming dead & gone, either by old age or infirmity’s accidental, homicidal clown fun
Higher than the center of the core, moving from being at rest to the speed of light in a photon
How dare you sir? If I might be honest a moment, I challenge you to a duel, deal will be done.

Hill to climb whether you like it or not, you’ve been deposited at a bottom in quest of the tops
Listen to the music, from minds to hearts that rock and roll in a wave of classical country flops
Our cash, old gold, our debits will all become the smoke they were before the origin of Time
Space allows no witness to the Singularity, epistemological mire & muck, go phuq the rhyme.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 3-7 MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Rockin’ words out during a loop of @Nickelback #ShakinHands on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y-j8g2v0IFg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

{ SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT THIS FAR BY JUST SHAKIN’ HANDS! }

MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!  HBD DINO!