Schematic Pro Defining Matrix Parameters #DoubleBubble #TwoTightToTwist #STYX rocked last nigh!

GOT A BLISTER ON THIS FINGER,

208 BONES TO FLIP IT

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Hard on the eyes to see within the middle of one another’s souls, regardless of WW III

Returning the Earth to the cosmic soup of empty space, asteroids in another orbital belt

Memories can’t be remembered at the distant horizon, it all mattered, holy trinity three

Trust is belief sacrosanct between friends & associates who allow switchin’ to up & welt.

Wounds open, oozing blood & beer because I’d been drinkin’ 24/7 for a week, I’m in synch

With the floor or a bed if I can locate one to crash into the pillow for a day, don’t try to wink

You did it, I did it back, I’m metabolizing the energy & I am dreaming that you’re a hot ghost

Not a word out of you, just your shape & form, a scent of a woman, like cocoa pop the most.

Hell below where we’re all gonna go since there’s no choice for old or new souls above it all

Above the atmosphere with or without you or any other company to watch flank and back

You are the regiment, the Company B young chicks, bless their little hearts & blown out abs

Tooting eight to the bar with the rhythm and blues of the strings and skin, wind and brass.

In the fixed games that nobody wins unless you know the bookie, I’ve cashed in on a booty

Blown in & out of the continent up to the detached tundra that nobody wants in the iced tea

Maneaters and the places they deposit the refused matter, outhouse on the rear poop’s kicks

High as a mountain rises above a place closest to the Earth’s core, dried up H2O, left no licks.

With or without you about three or two doors down, I still see the light, it’ll never blackout

No offending you since you’ve got the all-star defense that pushes the balls to safety’s doubt

Jock-strapped for the impact to careen off the one or two balls you’ve gleaned from yo’ mama

Yes, yo’ mama, the lady who helped spawn you into the void’s dreamboat, you und me, papa!

Without love, it’s hopeless because charity is required to help the species survive the hostility

Air & sea, a deadly combination for Life & Death expressed in finite moving pictures, run ditty

V is for victory, winning is not everything, it’s the only thing & I wouldn’t lie to you, WORDsup

Country no bigger than a speck if you get lucky & see it from a moon, God is all, so Way Gone.

Better to become One than to divide into an infinite set of pieces in microscopic form, all gone

Nothing left over without something to observe it, blind eyes still see within, deaf ears hear it

Tasting, smelling & touching all representations of how close the host is to fun or foul play kid

Evil and bad boys and girls, once punished with corporality become wasted, spoiled human Id.

Known that the unknown is the sacred one, nothing more or less than absence of atoms’ ID’s

Fish in a pond, bad, fish in the sea, good, be the fisherman for mankind, trouble hook the bait

Don’t cast too far nor too close to the boat, lay it down just right, see the bite & jumpin’ head

Trout or salmon to be fooled into snagging flies or trick-bait on a hook, ne’er getting’ released.

A middle finger gets a whip cracked upon thin skin and bones made out of chalk & sawdust

In the best way possible, everything has been predeterred from work and play of the dead

Pills and smoke, serum & mental masturbation in the light of the deep darkness’ Void hole

Making one out of two, combination in perpetual coincidence, random sequencing infinite.

Knocking you out in the final round of the match, a fifteen round, winner takes all on a TKO

Debonair and secure as I am, don’t need paradise today or tomorrow, I left there last century

It was an hostile environment now doubling up on the pressure, it’s leaking out the loose lips

Soon, Word Up finds this here & that there, all of it, art of the deal, it’s as good as it ever gets.

Bifurcation is tantamount to dividing and conquering the mass of sprawling junk in the yard

Literally keeping track of nothing like a train on steel wheels, hitting the ground sprinting hard

Didn’t know my wind wouldn’t last more than a ¼ lap in combat boots, boogie woogie battle

Man, oh man, three years, 9 mos. & 27 jours, out with a benefit, BA out of UW, Seattle.

Uncle Sam & Aunt Gert gave up the ghost before they could get docked on a wharf

Fear for an unfortunate loathing that the DNA allows, transmit the one’s holy s#its

One mitotic divide away from God & the annihilation of this solar system’s Dwarf

Madness would result hence, the hidden Truth only known via logic & reason chits.

It will be fine in several hundred minutes, just wait, you’ll see the light in the darkness

Away from the sound & fury where the gentle silence of the unrung bell, I must confess

All my fault for the whole shebang, Big Banging a Silent Squeak, man-gods be damned

Hercules needed Zeus to become, You All need Nothing, you came out a womb, BAM!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, April XXV^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @SteelyDan #Gaucho side-A vinyl link @ https://youtu.be/XffMNIN9FVo?si=eQ7YWutUvt7OiaWC&t=2 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

#DISCLOSURE HYDROGEN & OXYGEN YIELDS THIS WORD SALAD OF MORTAL WOUNDS #LaFlaca XO

IT IS all NEITHER

HERE NOR THERE

All for The One & one for all, watch out 3 muskateer Truth, maneater-backstabbers too

It all could happen to anyone, you, me or the pope of the Adams and Eves, real live crew

Mountain of dew or the foam of the sea mixed into my morning’s attempt at a café brew

Mocha white ala extra shot, fuel for jacked up nerves in a wannabe disguise, ol' dam fool.

You made my dreams come true, your dream was my own, nonincidental destiny of two

Intersected after false starts and devastation through nobody’s fault but the tune of blue

Highlights in the lowlands of a northern highland, freedom not free, or is it, maybe so too

Nobody knows the Truth until their final gasp of gas, you’re chewed by Time’s Space zoo.

Think hunger, think hunt & kill or grow from seed & kill or steal from others’ staches’ safe

Doing what comes naturally, lazy, untrained, undisciplined and spoiled rotten for the Raif

Seeing is believing yielding blind faith in an irreplaceable notion, that you’re in mortal fear

In reality, playing with words, twisting you into a pretzel, if you die, I’ll eat you with a beer.

Come here to the line of demarcation, separate but equal for the sake of keeping fear afar

Candle keeps burning down to the ground of being, made my dreams come true, got Woke

For real or maybe not, you’ll see what you see, all blind Faith will make you twist the shout

You know for certain, made my dreams come true, conception to annihilation, now I’m out!

Waited forever man, then it got here & passed me up for the next best thing since pencil lead

She only came out at night, she was here with me & without a trace, now she’s all gone, dead

If I pay or get paid, I’m in the game, mind over matter every time you apply the power to Win

Game has losers but you ain’t One, One isn’t ripped in two, it’s atomic Adam, not Gunga Din.

Mirror without reflection, clear water in the darkness even a blind woman can see a highlight

Good and ugly or bad as evil does with beauty, good lookin’ form to be copied in an RNA fight

Prized survival of the most fit to crawl, walk, jump or fly, a blown world of playdough stardust

Mentally and emotionally without One physical body, Nothing’s got no crossbones up in here.

You paid whatever the cost was, it was worth the exchange of gold for emotional bags, eleven

Seven count repeats every seven hours for seven days, allowing the tripping full access to Zen

Where I’ve gone without permission, broke into the basement to get chewed up by a god dog

Tell no lies, I gagged on my snot rag, blowing smoke ain’t in my repertoire, a blinded demigod.

When the pretty little girl over there ain’t for real, you gotta get down to where it’s all at

Truth makes out with you, so feel good, bad & ugly, Truth is that we’re in the Matrix’ brat

Your personality, you yourself, what your guardians programmed into the code, it’s all set

Conception to deception-annihilation, all justice is a ham sandwich in cold, dead hands.

Holding back the applause until the release of the hound dogs, on the hunt for the scent

So sweet that it’s impossible to tell the difference between it & all sweet God-send sin

Dimes of cents, some get dropped on the innocent & guilty of all charges, bring it down

BJ’s and intercourse slips get the urge to purge function to assimilate into a night gown.

Hills climbed & slid down, winter, summer, fall & spring, Earth’s orbital, ecliptic perpetuity

Neverending story of the evolution of all spirit/soul moving the atomic matter in the city

Somewhere there’s a clock keeping track of Time, ticking second by second, year by year

Aborted fetus or well-groomed corpse full of formaldehyde and emptied bowels of beer.

Alright from the first Cause to the last Peep in the cosmos, you’re all alone, bad company

Asking for the answer that nobody on Earth who is alive on any continent, answers to be

Misanthropes apply pressure to uneducated heathen miscreants resulting in proletariats

Grounded to the rear of the theatrical venue, moved the words in & out of the jail bates.

Briefly take a long trip on an invisible bridge to nowhere special, you’ll know when it’s time

To go or to stay right there where you are, on the other side of the Earth’s water so sublime

I went to the pawn shop & got the treble and bass to die for, just over the top of a hell’s ho

Down with things as they are, worthless to most, gold & diamonds, down poor boy blow.

Pioneer of the co-pilots who go it solo, without a wingman, without a girl in the home base

Professional amateurs make amendments to theorems & corollaries from the fake matrixes

Top of the Earth to the Antarctic south pole, imaginary place in Space that whirls in circles

Wobbles on the ecliptic around a blown star, blowing fusion into the winds most foul, shills.

Completed as the annihilation implodes upon itself, all atoms into Nothingness’ scrum wind

Blows through you and your parents, cousins, brothers, sisters & your loving enemies sinned

Bring your mothers to the gang bang, they got you here & they’ll take you out themselves too

Put your big boy pants on, pull up your suspenders, you’ll die dude, son of a mother, no ado.

Not involved in the shooting, the knifing of the thin skin to release the effulgence of red ooze

Losers lose it all in the end but so do the winners like you & me, we’ll win until it’s all over too

Final curtains fall, nobody left over recalls your name or your face, much less our holy soul jizz

Way is narrow, ethics solid, survival of the most fit Sacrosanctum to the death bed, grave pizz.

Intention of the Will causes the effects as the spells interject the power of a spell, God magic

Leap of faith allows the lies to become truths and the Truth remains unknown, God is so sick

Of being the savior of the morons and idiots who cannot comprehend the Golden Rule of Life

Flakes off of the chips leave dust in subatomic mode, zero gravity yields the Void, God’s wife.

Simple Simon Peter, yelling to high heaven, it’s the universal law so just shut the mouths

Of monkeys and the other primates who ape their sights and sounds of the Earth doubts

Wisdom blowing in the wind, catch a breeze to be cool on or off of the rivers’ bedrocks

Fools into the twilight zone morph into a hyperspace, pedal to the metal, hens & cocks.

Ice cold or not, before the end of the thing you call your life, you get a free pass I’ll spit

Out of my mind’s 3rd eye, form of sounds that mean something about nothing, bull’s s#it

Hung low with the fruit, eaten, drunken grapes of wrath, dreams come into old, hot holes

Oh Your God, forsaken & trained to fail beating Dead thumps on the heart and old souls.

Being down with reactions in a six-by-six feet cell, in a supermax prison of cubes for men

Pimples and boils erupt with the rotten bacteria until the bones can’t hold all the pain in

Cross idiots pound nails into their hearts and souls, palms and metatarsals stab good gods

Apostles know, compadres suspect, your family is clueless, forgive yourself, be one of Zen.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 4-21-2025 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Church streets run through the riverbeds empty of the Grace; matter of Fact is atomic charm allowing my #Wanderlust during this draft of Pulitzer Prizes, while listening to @ElonMusk #HoustonWeHaveAProblem on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7TJu_i5r8uM?si=sycNaofd3JkeM0gU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

RESURRECTION OF THE ERECTION IN THE PETTICOAT JUNCTION #HappyDazeDozeOff

ON BEING IN LUNAR ORBIT

There are times when you’re awake on Earth and something happens that changes everything

Problematic to be one and the same thing itself as it was above before conception’s bee sting

Knowledge and Wisdom provided magic to calm the creation down from life and death trip

Delirious as never before, breath taken away without warning, hookers pining for navy ships.

At sea, above or below the ground zero, left-over cosmic dust from the Big Bang smithereens

Everywhere that nowhere was before it’s natural voidness, that’s where it is, where it’s all at

It is the subject predicated unto the objects both indentured & independent of the matrixes

Think back, egg potential exceptional if only One code of Hammurabi survives the junk fixes.

Taxes and the things that go up in smoke, tax the smoke twice if necessary & sufficient too

Which it is always that way, my way or the highway, what I am is what I am, not one but two

Cast into the waves of the sea’s undertow, I’m goin’ down & I can’t holld my breath forever

Tiny bubbles can’t stay inside of me, gasp again & again until lungs fill with the 3rd of Never.

Keeping your power up your sleeve, out of sight & out of the minds of those who eat souls

You and I seeing eye to eye for this moment to purge the whole shebang, whatever it’s rolls

None of us may ever know, many have died clueless & more will be created in a black hole

Playing games without knowing the rules & without other players other than me, myself & I.

Platinum, gold & lead, Big Bang chaffe of molecular nuclei wax unstable, exponentially

Out of the question, you may not drop the subject and pretend you have a personality

Wind blown hair, make-up still immaculate as the conception was as well, her son died

But she was still a virgin, only an angel entered the inner sanctum, two wings up tied.

Perfectly divine and all too human at one and the same time, a conundrum third eye

For one reason or another, the fake facts of life are hidden from the ones who will to lie

Beginning with parents, lie to them, then your friends & every human you meet, in awe

Harmony is already awaiting, there now, you’re the One that Jesus’ children seek, so raw.

Pretend you’ve never been to Earth & here it is, Holy Saturday after Earthmen killed God

Politicians and the mob ruled over the guilt and innocence of girls & boys drivin’ a hotrod

Where you’ve been since your first feeling of Life, conception God never felt, too human

Must be a dream within a dream, begins & ends regardless, victim of a circumstantial sin.

If the whole world as we know it was and is and always will be a ghetto project

Trying to keep adults from mating with one another, making orphans I’ll protect

Welfare of the abandoned women, baby boys and girls is paramount to survival

Of, by & for the subspecies we’ve inherited a categorical imperative, y’all got it all.

Substance is a matter of fact & when sped up in its atomic evolution, it morphs to ‘0’

Paradise may be somewhere that has non-stop existence in an other-worldly paradise

This world to us all, appears closer to the jungle with predators & guys who are wise

Keeping your cards close to your vest, call the bluffs, bluff the straights, game over.

Bobbers floating in the pond, waiting for the bite I know will come sooner or later

Having a tizzy fit isn’t an optional reaction to following a pig in a poke to a slaughter

One survives all the abuse and other losses life involuntarily blowing away a lost mind

Portions of a groove happen without notice, other times it’s an act of will, to power.

High in the mountains as well as in your mind between your two deaf ears’ audio feed

Cheshire cat and the black & white Sylvester, reading Fantastic Four comics’ junk need

Sunshine again, before and after the pitch, black darkness’ content out of shape-form

Stroller and bubby took me home, mama did her thing, got to be a 73-year-old worm.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, April XIX^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ #Feckless attempt at reaching @Nirvana by Word Spells & amorphous confusion resulting in ambivalence and surreal astoundment, while listenin’ to Hymns To The Silence by @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/LTFdWuyI7ho }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?