@Titleist #Titleist #TigerWoodDrives @ARETHA #PinkCadillac @PointerSisters #HesSoShy #PutYourHandsTogether

UNCERTAINTY IS A PRINCIPLE,

 I THINk hot pink

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Preconceived notion as you were at one, lightning blind thunderstorm shocks to a psyche

If you don’t worry, you may be happy but if you worry, sadness fills azure sky & blue sea

Flirting with the disaster of your eyes seeing darkness in the light, all ears hard of hearing

It’s always the same old story, history repeats itself only because nobody recalls a thing.

How the effects happened as they appear to the observation, the causes are programmed

One or the Many, original sin proposition, as we multiply we’ll live a bit, then we’ll all die

Isolate your muscle memory for maximum efficiency, it’s the brain in a skull in peak tune

Seeing and believing the sights, insights, oversights in tune with the success of The Rune.

Forward or backward, conscious awareness moves ahead until the nervous system freaks

About a chain reaction of eternal pain, it’s what it’s all about, no pain no gain, I got leaks

Ahead and behind where I am, at this point with an entire society's dimwitted holy blokes

Not only it ain't their fault that they’ll be dead eventually but also, mortal ethic’s feckless.

Songs sung, prose and poetry vocalized via the speed of sound and light, into the hot Void

No mistaken thrust in the movement’s blast-off of the burnt-out stardust, Earth ship ahoy

Marking all the places to be recollected when you got the floor, do it quick, it goes away

Death & what comes of it when it is the hot food we eat three times every single weekday.

Hit me with the aces and deuces because I’ve already got a pair of each of them, let’s bawl

I wouldn’t even if I could 'cause I’ve got a big problem with it looks too good to be true

Uncounted cards but odds are no one has a higher full house, I am all in for the long haul

If you don’t fold you’ll be the loser who wonders why you didn’t hit your hunch & fold.

Parts of everything are in separate categories stacked from ground to as high as it goes

Gravitational collapse is inevitable if gravitational force exists, all will return to One dose

Of a being that neither is alive nor will experience death, DOGE is an all too human thing

Government of the people will remain until the revolution brings royalty, “The Sting.”

Free Will and freedom to move from place to place without restriction except property

Private or Public, the singular way to enhance behavior of amoral punks, country & city

Popes don’t bury their bones, they incinerate them, except for heads and finer bones

There’s no doubt about it, blind faith is in the luck of the draw, I hear mighty Bosstones.

Tabulate the holy slicksters who also won’t disrobe appear anti-nude, savior of sinners

Holy innocents belong behind iron bars, to protect them from the forces of loser-winners

We the people, you and I, all of us who disagree about everything political under heaven

Harm heals but never forget who did it, eyes wide open, thrive & you’ll enjoy extinction.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July 3rd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{Drafted jammin’ to The Mighty, Mighty Bosstones link

@ https://youtu.be/hamEHlNGuIM?si=gtDQuUgRHR4O71GE}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShortPeopleGotNobody ... but @Xteena @Aguellera #ShortPeopleGotMe #GodsAintHereAnymoreMan #HesOShy #LOCOMOTION #RollWithIt #SoloMenteTu #Candyman & #LaFlaca @Santana

PRESENCE HAS THE FUTURE PAST THE PRESENT PRESENCE NO SCAT ET AL

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Harmony of the diminished and seventh chords when the major & minor cannot allow trips

Sweeping the middle of the road with the vacuum suck of the Black Hole we are in the sips

Of whiskey, rye, vodka, gin & terrible BBQ food for the celebration, hip to a three-dog fling

Dreaming without even sleeping, one frame after the other in rapid motion, do your thing.

Old news, like all good news is over before it has begun, a mind is a terrible thing to waste

Two minds not merging to be at one is a tragedy like no other, it is a cup of tea & all of that

Mongrels & winos filling in between the 10-inch curbs up and down tenth avenue’s freeze

Be the witness and the objective subject ready to be judged by unequals like all of these.

Where you want to go & precisely when we’ll get this show on the road, it’s a wake-up call

From the casino or just the hotel in the middle of somewhere over the rainbow in a h all

Complete transcendence is your peace, to lack this is the battle of the good & holy war

Magnificent yet subordinated with learned, wise men with PhD degrees and golfing par.

Fixed prices between your penny & mine, it is the producer of the show who envelops

All characters in complete control of thoughts and actions, on an invisible third stage

You came, saw & you conquered with any homotope given back to the first page, son

No mention of End Times until Genesis allows a flip to the stately, counter revolution.

Went outside of my mom & dad’s house back on Superior Street in Chicago, my cords

Where it all began, up and down the stairs, in and out of the front and out back doors

All I can say after 73 years is #GiveMeSomeMore, I don't ever want a twilight zone

More of this here, right here and now, is the need of both One and The Many hordes.

Simple pimple on the fur covered skin, festered to be the narrow way to the final ends

Escape is not an option, you & I have no free will or independence from the nightmare

Control the guilt inside, let it go, there'ss no afterlife torture of planetary worry, It’s a ruse

You know it deep down inside your rigor mortis, it is out of your control, y’all ship of fools.

Talkin’ scat right in the middle of the dream, whether it ends in Time or not, it is academic

Below the surface of the dirty, rocky Earth, in the center there is absolutely a hot core lick

It is what moves the unmoved mover from being at rest for eternity, drunk & gonna hiccup

Wound up dead from the exhaustion of feeling good and happy for too long, phuq’d it up.

Precision input an output from the direct to the alternating currents up your spine’s line

Hip to the mischief others attempt to perpetrate so I hit before I am hit, it’s art of war prep

Perfect and fine as it is and will always be, with or without you or I, “X” right here & now

Flowing like a rivulet underground, holy holes where the rats cram into the stank condo.

Count just a viscount without the territory, yet a mere human, all too humane like heroes

Waiting for the need to help the unfortunate and weak among us, it won’t be much longer

Barbarians & ladies of the night repopulate the daytime, dirt stops rotating, thy will’s done

Chronic chords speakin’ melody and ultimate conditions of the lyrics, down to the bone.

The deal you did not agree to is nevertheless your only option to play guilty-innocent games

Those days have expired, this is the epilogue that usually doesn’t see the light of yesterday

Historical as the things were are now antithetical to the Truth in all ways, 24/7 all my fame

Robbin’ rat-infested ‘hood and only the bloody lead can end the run, rub on @Ben-Gay.

Bottle whiskey and a vile of oil to blow your mind in and out of the box seats, as above it

Below above the threshold of knowing anything at all, healthy sceptics live a longer skit

Never believe hook, line & sinker anything that anybody says, your soul knows morons, Al

This is all you’ll ever need to know, live it up while alive, Darkness, I say, “Right On!” et al.

Away back in Time, my case in particular and in general, as the dream began I got woke up

From the slumber of the world the adults’ blind faith in the unknown caused the empty cup

Nothing inside of the Void, inside of the inner circle, all the dead are way gone in RNA blood

Wrong or right, this is has happened, gift or penance, original sin knows, a pope’s own God.

Fortunately you will remain both ignorant and innocent due to your inheritance of free will

Simple or complex as propositional logic requires, I know Nothing as well as any other shill

Soulful, animation of neurons firing head to toe, coitus interruptus of rigor mortis overflow

Substance in Platonic form, stuff of Aristotelian significance, as above it happens so below.

Repeat no more than necessary, forevermore, reincarnate invisible egos, subatomic charm

Download and reboot for sustainable input and output into the cybersphere out on a farm

Punks nudging the others into their #ComeUppins they’ll accept until death, follow A Plan

Higher or lower than you care to be, personally or in general, cadaver preface God & Man.

Drank alcohol until my hot blood cells overflowed with a confusing elixir, causing Mi Morte

Without a sensation, realize that you’re lucky to be here & lucky you’re not sick unto death

Mothers and fathers either helped or hindered the ones they spawned, it’s a 3rd rail of a hen

Quibbling about the #MeansOfProduction, @Marx, @Stalin, @Lenin, cancels infinite Zen.

I am both here and now and heretofore, I will not be at some point at Earth’s spin around

The Ho Cosmos does what it does, I’m lucky to have philosophized & listened to the sun

Burning photons into my memory I can’t remember at all, I cannot recall anything fun

No recollection of playing, laughing at jokes, having climactic episodes, Silent Sound.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 7-2-2025 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{  Dropped this nugget in awe, while jammin’ to @ArmstrongAndGetty @kste650 6-10 AMPST M-F or podcast yer behind off & jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/PFdr_p7I6PY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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