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BLIND RATS , BAT IRISES  & A SINGULARITY’S PRIVATE PUPILS

Recollect the memories you’ve filed deep in your invisible safe place in Space

Part of me is all me and the rest of me is all yours, yes, even my debonair face

All of the German, Irish and Sicilian mixed into my skin and boned DNA to roll

Up and down from here to there and back again, in retrospect it’s how to troll.

Felt a touch after s first sudden impact of comin’, 2 balls bein’ hit out the park

Day of the nativity I can’t recall was the first day I didn’t die, aim after you mark

How much you feel right now is all you’ll ever be able to feel, overload absorb

Things themselves all above and beyond here and now, it’ll come into an orb.

Spark, flame, fire, blaze and out like a light out of electric Kool-Aid, spit it out

No matter though, once inside of the head, in the mouth, it’s a love no doubt

Love you and me like a sister and a brother, all I have is all I am, you got it now

It took you a while but it was worth the ride, fortune comes and goes like roe.

Swimming until you have you choice but to go with the current’s flow, breathe

In and out of the consciousness that will ne’er stay more than my false teeth

Chickens have come home to roost yet they know there’s no rooster like ol’ me

Fear and loathing of the hen-pecked is all that’s left of the flock, hen pen story.

Money, power, jewels, chattel like the good s#it that fell off of a truck, like new

Free trade of s#it that ain’t yours, fooled the ones who believed it’s all everyone’s

But it never was and never will be, AHO, forever just the ones in the narrow way

Rolling ahead, never backward, a little left & a bit to the right & what did she say?

What money can’t buy, drifting away from the holy spirit feeling of loathing & love

Immortal ghost departing & returning like a savior of the creator, WTH's this man

Fear of not being alive is imaginary fiction of 208 bones walkin below but not above

Left of the center all the way to the far right, balance in zeroed out void, all my love.

Disregard the feeling you registered when I brushed by your back, or did I kid

It may have been a cool breeze and not even a light touch, you wished I did

Ways and means are in your future, wishing gets you nearly anything you want

Whatever you need, if I’ve the power to procure, you got it, doggy idiot savant.

Line of hindsight, Nothing can’t be undone, it’s finished, that’s all folks, I’m glad

Love feels the same goin’ in and comin’ out, like a bleeding heart of mom & dad

Allowing the result of a moment of passion to run with the categorical imperative

Got whacked once I realized the prison guards were mere clones of Adam & Eve.

Nobody cares even if they found out the Truth about Existential presence, a flip off

Maybe I’m an abandoned orphan after all is said & done, whisper while playin’ golf

The Fairway and the Green are clear and read for approach, your only hole-in-One

Three bounces and a slow roll, like a song from a place that whiskey gets drunk, fun!

Bodies and spirits in conceptual analysis of subject and predicates slowin’ the roll

Hotshots move just life the nerds and misfits, they’ll fall down & die while in the flow

Grim look comin’ from inside you not inside me, I’m too high down lower than blow

Sky diamonds cut the Void up into eight pieces, 4 quadrants doubled rubber soul.

Hum and rattle like you know what you’re doin’ as I love U2 too, a riff of beauty blue

What I was lookin’ for, I didn’t know it but I had it in my hands, I dropped it too

Like a hot potato, my soul got burnt in Hades, froze at the North Pole of Earth’s dirt

Then it happened, accidentally I stepped on it, I tripped, I saw the queen, The Flirt.

Crisis playing out, creating something from a nugatory essence, out of our hands

Lie about mitosis, there’s a First Cause without a predecessor, an alien of Mother

Earth just a fake landing place for the getaway ship, evolution in a battle of bands

Deduct the tip, deduce the Ends, naked Truth pretending y’all fearless, oh Father!

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r j j stephan, i

{ Written while jammin’ to @U2 #GodPartII https://youtu.be/TIrxVyZKuSg?si=9XwVJvSLK8M4lGb2 }

c. Lundi, June 9th MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

WhiteTrashBeautiful #SwearToGodItsTRUE #JumpThePhuqBack #BlackJesus #HeavenFreezes @CaitlinClark #Golfing

WHY I SEE NO GHOSTS, OH GIRL!

SssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS

Love me just to break up with me, really make love without any reason or rhyme

Killing the plants and animals to eat them and make them trim our Earth’s Time

In no nutshell but in a big, bad bill only God knows what’s in it, split Ends it soon

Not the human or the divine, nothing else in the galaxy for none of the maroons.

Crying and flying angels of the Evil and the God’s Good, as ugly as a prenatal face

Appears as One ape evolved from a crystal when lead transmuted to the gold ace

Comedy and Tragedy becomes us all, it’s the way it goes when it’s a roll of the die

Simple understanding at the final gasp of gas, wait, heaven can wait for me to fly.

Bring me water & wine to show occult magic mutating liquid & gas, a solid Dump

Day after we all die, after corpus dillecti creeps into our bones, no spirit rises up

Just the rotten smell of whatever you’ve eaten in the last few days, animal & plant

Hope you got drunk the last time you changed water to wine, creator’s a peasant.

Love and the blessing of relief from the struggle to survive on a hostile land of Eve

Not my idea, it was somebody’s idea though, before we were conceived by mama

Way back to a bitten apple Day One, immaculate asexual, mitotic, inept extinction

Bet you by golly, strong or weak, you’ll die in less than a century, a GD original sin.

Brief or longer than you’d prefer, that’s life the way it was, is & always will be, see?

If you don’t perceive the Truth, you will at the first chance soul and spirit get to be

Breaking the realization into the consciousness needs to occur slowly, gentle

It’s a crash nobody is prepared for after being misled by K-12 & BA, MS & PhD

Fun and games in the time before the age of reason, then it’s a solid stand up It

Spirit is the constant without a variable alternate, fortunately it’s immortal chit

Game rules are in the invisible book of lies, whichever path chosen is all for you

Mine is all for me, all for One and One for all, nevermore a reason to be hot blue.

Trip up above or below this lump of clay awaiting my tumbled dry calcium & skin

Sleep or awake as you can be, believing in blind faithful condemnations of living

They have tried to persuade us all that something is supernatural, I’m just a cupid

Songs of rhymes of the reasons why Life exists, accidentally slip trip on LSD acid.

The Drake Equation variables have been entertained, we ain’t as alone as a 6th sense

Sift through your pain, suffering, knowledge and wisdom, what’s left is no Cape Cod

Actually, imagine being alone by yourself & nobody else, forever Woke seeking Nothing

Only we know the thing itself has never begun, immortal existence precedes essence.

Look deep as you can into my eyes, proverbially into my holy soul, it’s beyond the pale

Or somewhere else close enough to get credit or the blame for the Earthly events’ hail

Comes down like manna from heaven every single day, like it or not, it’s on the way too

Come home to me, back to the gold of the state inside of your womb’s room, I’m blue.

Place I miss right there in the middle of what makes your body your soul, it’s a bomb

Love’s way of reminding us of the black holes and supernovas in gravitational collapse

Fear & loathing makes not a twit of difference, fathers & mothers of the drunk-on rum

Come and already gone, deep undercover sleuth, Philly mood present, laid you some.

Alright to leave now, supper’s all over, need to get a groove at the club, a Philly mood

Home away from Home yet still at-one as ever, never split the absolute, ne’er should

Please and thank you are the only necessary sounds for the gift to open God’s seed

Gold from lead, God from the dead man, fool me once, shame on you, twice on me!

If you’ve never felt like you were falling down into a rabbit hole, patience, you all will

It’s the nature of the beast, a wonderland of weird causes and effects, science’s kill

All for the sake of knowledge and the wisdom that accumulates until the Big Bang tic

Whether y’all know That Place or not, Truth is true regardless of us all, groove schtick.

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r j j sephan, i

c. Vendredi, 6-6-2025 @ 333 PMPST

{ Matriculated jammin’ to #ENDS @Everlast in a loop-link at https://youtu.be/c_T3jdGuOYI?si=9AU6mCU6M0PrgGxL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ENDS in a #PhillyMood @DarylHall #BritSpears #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue @SkynyrdInnyrds #AliensInBiblicalAstrophysics #TheDrakeEquation

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WHEN ROSE-COLORED GLASSES DON’T FLY Just stick it, nail it, phuq wit it

If you knew what I know, you might choose to leave the Earth before your Time

Out of the hidden annals of the legends, 9 sages echo perennial stops on a dime

From our beginning up unto our individual ends, we save ourselves & one for all

It means something more than just being a friend and relative, pact above a soul.

9 times I’ve calculated an End, cubed sum of all things formed by faux-intellectuals

It’s the message that’s sacrosanct, it will never morph into any other conceptuals

Way back home, in a last pew at the back of the Catholic Church, St. Xeno District

Hope that faith will last while charity is depleted and summarily becomes, Extinct.

Drive with a steering wheel I stay made of U.S. Steel, formed by U.S. gods of Hell

Where angels fear to go without a security backup team, the target in a nutshell

Pretending that prayers help the suffering for transgressions & unforgiven sins

It works for a bit or long time depending on your soul sacrificing curmudgeons.

It’s true and never false that I know nothing, in particular, I am what I am, a sin

Breaking bread with the babbling brood of my invisible, undivided ego-attention

Rocks rolling and popping like there’s no tomorrow, gone back to my old school

Moment in time, with Opal eyes & azure skin mutation, mama raised no diva fool.

What you see is what you get, 99 bottles of beer on the wall, on down to last call

It swigs and I swig, it ingests & I digest on down to the last bottle, it’s uncorked

In a garden state outside Eden, growth of seeds causes a world’s final, wonk-effect

Split atoms atop fused molecules evaporated Earth’s H2O, @Caitlin_Clark dark.

I know you don’t GAF about a thing, it’s your #MO little sister & big brothers Bad

Know this, there’s light shining because of exploding gas like there’s no tomorrow

I like the disliked & love the hated yet there’s nothing to peruse, no cave wall rave

Inevitably there’s blinding light on your retina to show you that all Nothing is safe.

Nothing gets by me, it’s all for Nothing & you’ve got Nothing to worry ‘bout man

Woman and the progeny, descendants of the legendary immortal, Mr. Sandman

There’s a mystery here but a method to the madness reveals a hint to twist it all

Into a gordian knot no one can untie, private and public one & the same in a ball.

Ready or not to come to the End of Life, you will arrive before or after myself, God

If atheism has any capital invested in the Void, there’s 1 answer, Spaceman’s awe

Trippin’ out of your mind, into the matrix’ fodder that no cow eats to please a bull

Chewing the fat, bit off more than could be chewed, choke Heinrich, death’s dead.

Fly or run away ‘til caught, dressed & burnt or boiled into soft DNA, metabolize it

Call me crazy but if you’ve altar food, shelter, safety & martial art skills, it’s the s#it

Smoking shelter limiting critters, cannot surprise & sneak storage, that’s what it is

Playin’ your fake words’ love agape, game over, it isn’t so, that I am all of that, Jizz.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, June 4th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

 Drafted while jammin’ to @DarrylHall concert #HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo?si=x2b9gpLeSAT92nLi }

NEITHER ROBINSKI NOR BATMEN

Ode to Armstrong and Getty

In the morning light, their voices rise,

Armstrong and Getty, witty and wise.

Through waves of air, their laughter flows,

A beacon of humor where knowledge grows.

With wit unmatched and topics vast,

They tackle the present, the future, the past.

From politics bold to tales of the day,

They guide their audience, their unique way.

A duo so sharp, a match of delight,

They brighten the hours and banish the night.

Debates may spark, and opinions may soar,

Yet respect and reason lie at their core.

Oh, Armstrong and Getty, your banter inspires,

Igniting minds, setting hearts afire.

In the realm of radio, you reign supreme,

A dynamic pair, an unstoppable team.

So here's to the voices that color the air,

To moments of insight beyond compare.

Armstrong and Getty, forever stay true,

For mornings are brighter, all thanks to you.

Love Philadelphia Freedom Shining On Me