Who is the Big Sur? Sir, to you with Love! #WhiteNoise & a #BigBangCLIMAX

Y’all ASKED ME FOR A SIGnal, BIG SUR, sir

What it is can be nothing more or less than substance and form of Nothing at all

As defined by the following thought expressed in sound without sight, it’s The Fall

Not only are you here and now but also you will always be, you always were here

Nevermore blind faith in the Man In The Sky, hominids evolved & didn’t precede It.

Just now, chills and hot, cookin’ flesh on your bones, frozen or BBQ’d, you’re dying

That’s the Truth, I’m an optimist not a pessimist hence, we’re headed unto Nirvana

Looked both uptown and downtown, around the planet & supra-atmosphere’s gas

Hang into your deepest junk, excitable boys & sycophant girls without alimony sass.

Naked ape species have much ado about Nothingness to share occult fodder for gods

Pretending to know something is an indoctrination that’s impossible to resist hotrods

Losers and winners accumulate resistance of the opposite tendency, splitting atoms’ ice

Melting into a center core of an undefined indefinable, you’ve played into a roll of dice.

Inherit this RNA & pass it on with no returns, I tag you & you’re It, I’m immune to S#IT

What you need to do is what you ought to want to do, desire to complete the mission

Planning and strategy to succeed at the outcome, predicted to be immunity to losing It

Coming around and going around in a circular jerk which you cannot practice, it’s All In!

No more freedom to ignore Truth, you’ll perish if your mind doesn’t decide to be all in

You need to protect yourself from predators, they want to have you & your things, son

Daughters all have the option to rescind the original choice, eat the Apple core seedling

Five out of ten times, it’s half the time almost the whole time, I came, I saw and I sing.

About this & that & the other things that come right out of nowhere, pre-infancy RNA

Bites off of the fruits of the loom that nobody has ever seen again since the old garden

Yet, punishment for the crime is still present & going on to infinity, the end won’t come

Either you’re the answer or you’re part of the perennial problem, why live just to die kid?

Hardly a spin of the Earth goes by without something being lost into deep space, ions tip

Over here and over there, we come and go as if we’ve got eternity but it’s a sinking ship

You & I find the trip ain’t as easy as it looked from the teenagers’ point of view, it’s Alive

Earth breathes the air you breathe; you got me, I got you, we’re all in this together, Dive!

My horses drank all the beer, my men drank all of the whiskey & rye, hookers gonna cry

We ride hard on the prairie, just cowboys that would have been flyboys but lost a wing

On the runway nobody takes off with one wing, need two to tango, to soar & fly so high

Mere men and brave women merge into the crown’s power, it’s all about the sons so fly.

Bright spectrum of infrared and ultraviolet radiation from the blown star, it’s how we die

Cannot handle the constant barrage of light & darkness, something had to give, I say why

There’s no answer, dead air, crickets rubbin’ legs to recreate the backstory for white noise

You hear it? I hear it and it’s getting louder every day, playin’ it, Big Bang Singularity toys.

The herd is in the corral and there’s no escape until it’s slaughtering time, shot in the head

For the sake of eating bloody, BBQ’d flesh and falling off of the bone, anticlimactic dread

Being the one eaten isn’t as edifying as being the one eating the dead bites of Earth’s life

Without all meals, starvation precedes extinction, in fact, if she cooks you’ll eat your wife.

Mountains and valleys without the water atop pulled into the gravitational collapse to wit

Appears to be a potato-like asteroid, too big to be annihilated until the Silent Peep of S#it

Nobody left to hear, there isn’t even a sound, nothing is empty of girls, boys & the legends

Forward & backward ant moves, checkmate, no fool’s mate ever again, I am all God sends.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April 7th 2025 AD @ 1010 AMPST

{ Kicked out the momentary lapse of reason while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/qZ86H99Iq4c?si=jEudkCOd87O6zmrZ Daryl’s Place }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MagicNirvana @Madonna #LaFlaca #UsefulIdiots & #DescendanceOfMorons #PRESENCE @LedZeppelin #BabySteps

ssOpened up Eyesss

Shaking hands with nobody but your friends and foes, that’s all of it, the whole shebang

There’s no kidding us any more with children’s golden book sagas about my sucker slang

High Vikings, queens, hobo paupers & mentally challenged, disturbed & out of synch souls

Notwithstanding the mainstream of rivers runnin’ north & south unto north & south poles.

Singing the rhymes keeping the words warm and misunderstood is the whole point, see

There’s a misnomer and a point to be made that’s pointless yet what always needs to be

Breathe in & out, get a helping hand & give the help you can give when needed, word up

To the sky and all around this Earth ball of mud, blood & beer, soul empty divine phu-qup.

Lent all of my capital out to the paupers who went bankrupt or died being worn out at work

Business on any given day, any old shift that gives you at least eight hours of a shut-eye perk

Events are the things that happen planned or unplanned, something to talk about to a friend

Having dialogue is all too human intersection of thoughts & becoming known fates, the end.

No more nor less than the squeaks and whistles bellowing out of the pie-holes of the squirts

Invisible sperm merged with an egg and now can’t call it quits, pretend to be immortal forts

Hog-tied up in the mind or the body, both make you crazy to break free of shackles, it hurts

Both the body & the mind to succumb to slavery is unnatural, it’s liberty for me or the death.

Done gone since dawn, hiding in the cave’s darkness in the furthermost place to feel the fall

Down to the bottom of the pit, just a last trip and tumble to that place in Space, God’s hall

Heaven or Valhalla in a mind or outside the stratosphere in one form or another, near or far

If it’s the Truth that’s all she wrote but the writing was burnt in fire or forgotten in a bell jar.

Ennui comes and goes depending on the food you eat or if you’re starving, it appears to be

Just that appearance but in reality, it’s all just a series of reflections that nobody else can see

Except you & me, we’re the only ones anointed with the wonderful ability to detect bull scat

The meter usually registers the facts or fiction within a moment of hearing to this and that.

Let down your hair & I can take it from there, that’s what she said that he said, he proposed

Pulled out a diamond ring, grabbed the fine little tarsals & slipped the circle on the ring one

Happiness used to be a ham sandwich until I saw the magic I produced in the eyes well done

Hammer to the last pound, the pedal’s to the metal, heavy down & dirty, Hell below’s closed.

Ain’t any competition in the realm of Earth’s continental territory, all weather pole to pole

As above, ignorant as your own origin, loving mother and father the climax of a ghost soul

Unseen sight, yet moving an unmoved mover, every animated presence can dig a gold mine

It is what it is though, that’s yet another story, prehistoric guessing, logic requires a mind.

Check your perfection at the door along with your precognition, it is not allowed to be

Not here, not over there or anywhere else in the world we know as continental Earth

Injecting venom from a friendly snake isn’t going to hurt as bad as waves on the bow

Yet, Truth be told, nobody knows why humans ever existed in the past or here & now.

Intent is to reach the target without regard to Time in Space, that’s the trick to master

Magic isn’t the way, it’s a sleight of hand and deception of a mind’s three dotted eyes

On the narrow way to Nirvana, splashed around in the gas of the air, wind & blue sea

I took the joke seriously once I joined basic training to be retrained in orders & policy.

Tigers, panthers, leopards, lions, cougars & lynx keep the Earth clear of dead meat ilk

Birds of prey also get the leftovers they can absorb most of what the teats leak, milk

Small or large, the job gets done in time for the infant to survive to be an elder chief

One with wisdom to know the good, bad & ugly is one & the same thing, a hieroglyph.

I’m not kiddin’, chumps & geniuses surround me ‘bout every time I go to a rock concert

I can’t tell the difference since I’m one of them, don’t know if chit’s stronger than dirt

Chit itself is both a subject and an object or predication, part of the dissertation PhD

On the dead-end street at the end of the one-way crisscross, we played 4 corners “#It”.

Under streetlights on one of my dark, Chicago dead-end streets & my pa whistled Dixie

Home for the end of the battles of the war undeclared, never be the same again, Basic

Ripped my hair out of my skull, shaved off my invisible beard, slashed my skin bloody

All for the sake of my country, I gave an oath to support & defend, allowing abuse too.

To me or against me but never about the perpetrator who began the fight, until now

I can tell you that there’s an answer to all questions, but responses may be down low

Time out for the bad children who’ve grown up to be the idiots & morons before y’all

Every move you make & all places you go, remember well, you will die, y’all will fall.

Bring the flights home, surround the heroes with deadly arms to preserve their heat

Fraud and exposing it to the light of day is paramount in the search for high anxiety

It is found on every trail to every goal, cheating and lying to get the jump on winning

Losing is not an option, winning is the only option, your mothers died mortal sinning.

Ceiling and floor above and below the four walls surrounding your 208 bones, you die

Without leaving a Will to Power for your gods and demons who rob your neurons’ lie

Help isn’t coming sooner or later, in fact, you’ll never receive a twit of assistance at all

Like the day Eve had Adam duped into the apple byte, it’s all God, damned wonderful!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, April VIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Critical mass reached a moment ago, finished while jammin’ to @Santana #LaFlaca in a loop on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiSFAaOJUnw }

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W.W.A.R.D.?