#SleepingWhileWoke #AwakenInThisDreamBoat #FollowMeClosely

BENJAMIN’S won 12 X’s in 10 frames

Systematic stigmatic having a brain seizure appearing to contemplate the heavenly souls

When it’s a fixation of the eyeballs is upon ghostly figures invisible to every other one too

Communicating with the unknown, the ineffable that only the dead might score in a Rolls

Up here in the world, we only have a sweet concoction-mix of Earth & Moon balls so blue.

In the mood to hear the same song the sisters repeated over & over for my predilection

There’s never any reason for war other than you’ve experienced reverse golden rule sin

Y’all do chit to everybody else, all the others before they do it, any of it, to you and yours

Handshake given, a smile and kiss on the cheek, enough until tomorrow’s lip lock force.

Piercing through the veil that hides the void of the unknown matrix’ subatomic charm

Neutrons dancing up and down, in and around the thing itself & the origin of the Void

City girls and country girls from the United States of America, well they’re the subject

Objective predication comes in rapid fire, loaded for bear & don’t give a rip about chit.

Your high class with or without your glasses looks good enough for the minions, eh?

You know what you know because that is your fate, if you weren’t your fate, you’d die

Just like a bug in a rug, not knowing it’s a rug, stays there too long then it’s a brushoff

Like you didn’t mean anything to the mother who hatched your egg, like a jet takeoff.

Hard core I am, soft drinks not goin’ down my gullet, lose your gall bladder too soon

Poison comes into the genome without the full complement to insure the holy bliss

Going to the worshipping broods or the loner philosophy to stay at One with the One

Whichever it is, be happy you’re here & now, the alternative is Man, you’re all done!

The feature of begetting similar mutations of an XX & XY merger, Victoria’s got a secret

Hard core and solvent in historical six senses, decades of sleepin’ & wakin’ up in a stir

Dreams while asleep don’t match the ones presented while wide awake, sober in debt

Barbie dolls came & went before the judges, all up on high without any tete-a-tete, eh?

Above or below the Mason-Dixon line, everything happens for some unknown reason

Products are what comes from the multiplication subsequent division, US subtraction

Kids come too soon or too late, move on with any luck, far from the coop, far out at sea

Ain’t no glory after the tour of duty, just a flashback or two, yet ready to die #Incountry

Dead and long gone like my great grandparents who were here back then in wonderful bliss

Unaware that they were dreamin’ their lives the whole time they thought they were awake

Keep staying wide awake even after the twilight zone comes into view, hold on for the rides

Every day there’s a new set of causes to help the special effects, either sober or fully baked.

Music for the genius is enigmatic, beats of notes from scales in diminished crescendo & chit

Sweet to taste what the food & drink do once consumed, a shocking embarrassment to gods

Well what the hell do y’all want, don’t feed the cattle & they’ll become extinct, so let’s rock

Luck of the draw, bluff & win it all, a bunch of metal coin & getting’ off an atomic gamecock.

Christmas and the return of Yin & Yang to the infinite Void, keeps the busy bodies in love fall

Blinded by the light of feeling like mating with XX or XY, it’s the species move, it ain’t my call

Four-wheel drives get way up there where hotrods can’t get it, just drive a hole in 1, Tequilla

Way back in the 20th century it wasn’t like this, didn’t FLY, rode camels poundin’ sand, taqiyya.

Lost in the middle of the desert with a harem of nasty chicks with Victoria’s Secret covered up

Red necks and the kids they begot are now in control to get the species to sip the cosmic cup

It’s either half-full or half-empty, same chit on a different day, dad & gramma knew the score

A game got tied up until the last batter came up & whacked a grand slam, a 2-a-day what-for.

Now then, the perfect game of Bowling, crashin’ 10 pins at a whack, 12 times in 1’s game bliss

Dried up the wet sand and mud and blew it all away in one huff & a follow up puff, just like this

There will not be any reruns at a later date, what you’ll see is all you’ll ever get, never forget it

If you don’t recall the memory, it’s defunct & null & void for eternity, drill deep diamond bit!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 13th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @ACDC #FlyOnTheWall in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Grapple #SicilianoCanoliRecipe #WhenTheSunGoesDown #AnotherSaturdayNight

mamaluke

FISHIN’ FOR

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

Once, Trippin’ for all of y’all, jumped the fence we’ve been sitting upon, was underneath us

I am ready and willing in addition to being able with the tools to succeed on this magic bus

Heroes with the vain attempts to impress their beloved ones, they died within the centuries

Middle of crossroads that ran from mother’s loins to electric chairs & guillotines of peace.

Stay with me, follow the string all the way to the bitter end, there’s only one, choose it well

Puppets with the hands within the thing that looks like a human, it’s a atomless soul hotel

Where residing within takes no talent other than securing sustenance & self-safety defense

Hip to the trip man, joined the hippies of 1969 at no Woodstock, recruiters of US marines.

Missed that bus, a caravan, ain’t that peculiar, now I’m here & wouldn’t have been if… then

Ran & walked from where I began to the place one step back from where I started, so what

Freaks the brain & mind out as if the incongruence was the smoke before an imaginary fire

Resurrection with no restriction, dead corpse stench smells just fine, it’s got straits so dire.

Monkeys repeat the motion, locomotion & hiding of the dead & gone, earth, sea or hot fire

Keeps the bubonic plague away from the maggots and gadflies movin’ in on our holy desire

Big populations grew due to the efficiency effects of the crucial CIVILIZATION that is alive

Never has died in essence since the First Man, created before the First Woman, God’s jive.

You’re out of wind and in rigor mortis prior to the vision YOU will NEVER see, yet imagine it

You ain’t moving, getting ready to allow the dead food within to maggotize and fly on chit

Prayed once, daily or never at all, makes absolutely no difference to the Savior of Idiots

If the shoe fits, you’re one, if not, never mind, move on, imagine the case of holy robots.

All apostles and co-disciples who want to reincarnate for infinity, angels of infinite trips too

Hammer on the block began to rock before I knew it, on the way to get a baker’s dozen rolls

Polish your gym shoes and lace up your pat n’ leather penny loafers, with the penny infused

Hunger for the thing that will satisfy the thing itself, a ticket to paradise’s happiness, a ruse.

Subordination and insubordination flipped the script, no rank, no file, a plethora immersed

Origin Big Bang, explosion retarded by Friction, gravitational collapse reverses it all, repeat

Time that measurement of distance from the Big Bang and the Tiny Whimper ala God’s face

We dream or can’t recall the imaginary cartoon of our own creation, extinction of the race.

All animated forms, Quickdraw McGraw to Pepe Le Peu, influencers, genius’ inanimate gall

Start to finish, a level of understanding nonsense & its permutations, jokes on all of us, so

What we can do is enjoy the ability to feel and see anything at all, the alternative is dismal

Now & then, you go there & then, you’re there ‘til you die, you pray to live after death, pal?

We all didn’t have anything to do with the accidental infusion of electronics with dead rock

Created all you see and all you’ll never see, not in a shape or form, it’s an amorphous spook

Not your fault, there is nothing you could have done, as a padre would counsel a holy flock

Happy ending climax, infused extraction of cosmic & infrared MAGA King, checkmate rook.

Early morning before dawn, down to the beach, into the skiff with bait & pole, old man’s sea

I didn’t know any better, there were sharks & barracuda near the reef, where I was gonna be

Escaped with my arms and legs, something swallowed me & spit me out, my wet suit nasty

Or maybe it was my B.O., anyway it was, glad I’m still here & now, but man, I was real tasty.

Humuhumunukunukuapua’a on the beach, still alive but without legs, old man & One Sea

I got it back in and it swam away as if nothing happened, just me saving nothing but old me

Since I identify with all atoms above & below Earth, forms & content, viruses to a clear lake

Words vanish, reason & logic decommissioned, a monster leads to extinction’s news fake.

This will hurt me more than it will hurt you, you won’t be hurt at all, I will be hurt “In Spades”

Stop me if I’m wrong but if I have all Trump and nobody else has any Trump as they all fade

Then and only then, I can show my hand as unbeatable it is, I count aces, Jacks and a King

Game is all over just like it never began, I smile while the beaten frown, I bid adieu, we sing.

Bring down the Top Shelf growth of flowers from the seeds dropped out Jack’s bean stalker

In the open ports down the hatch into the bowels, mindful of survival’s useless ball blocker

Desire to never die like others you’ve seen expire during your own life, that’s all folks, I see

All you & I may do is arrange for others to dispose of our core, form, matter to the deep sea.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August 11^th   MMXXV  @ 4:09 PMPST

{ Ragged this out of the back seat while listenin’ to #WhenTheSunGoesDown @KennyChesney on youTube @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=Q-YhjOa6mbZwj13j }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

#FlickOfTheSwitch #ZapFlyOnTheWall #DreaminMaria #TheDayMyBallzHitTheGround #GODsag

BUST A MOVE IN C MINOR DIMINISHED

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Pray to God 7 x 7 then x 7 equals 343 every time multiplied, it’s rock-solid ad infinitum

Bring up your jacked mind to the fist of flesh and bone, it’s what you know that isn’t so

Take it to the America bank if it’s gold or valuable exchange paperless electronic debit

A prick up actresses, it’s alright behind an elevation of ignorance, mind a white rabbit.

It done died and by George, you know the rest of the story, as here we are with freedom

To move within a large territory with an ID card embedded data listing our history scam

Of, by & for the people of the states united in mis-liberalism & heroism of dead patriots

Force your will to power to subordinate it’s random direction to annihilation, play slots.

Unhindered hands & feet, animate the dead stones and filth of the corpses of fake death

Of our friends and relatives, you and I, we’re all gonna die, why cry, take a deeper breath

Then you act as if you never knew about it, don’t spread the dread to the upper echelon

Understand a Way is Your Way not everyone’s Way, as the wet dream comes, Get It On!

I held back since I was 14 years old, they told me I needed more data to conclude chit

Impatient as I’ve always been since my birth, I only had one, no need for a dog biscuit

No reincarnation now or ever for karma I’m charged with by nobody, no one but oblivion

Man, it’s done, you just haven’t become present in a PUSH, no beatin’ ‘round bush, son!

Out or in a charity function of all mobile skeletons we inhabit, immersed smoke & mirrors

Y’all eat what was alive when it’s dead in order for us to remain alive, burn death & jurors

Then there’s no argument about the veracity of the narration, even a tattletale yields gold

Reading & writing strongly after a certain human age will execute the longevity RNA mold.

Present in the Presence of the Mind, subject & object predication in a datalink, it’s @Grok

Fear of the old world keeps the new world intact, commandments of do’s & don’ts crock

Last gasp of the gas we’re allotted in the only form that keeps us thriving, like ants on a hill

After a final reward for becoming One from two separate Ones, caput, blue in a black hole.

No charm in the ashes & fragments, neither in the embalmed, gutless corpse, due respect

Don’t shoot the messenger & believe that a Truth is false, yield Truth from the Truth, all of it

Bloodlines counted inside & outside of this tower of power, make impossibility occur in chit

Then do it again & again, in the morning, afternoon, evening & especially deep midnight sex.

Sweet Jesus was a baby, legend has it, a child born only of God, not Mankind, effect aliens

Come with me before your conception, before the Big Bang, before Being, preconceptions

God is trying to get your attention, you’re ignoring the signs, the roaches & rats under feet

Now or later, they’ll wait until the time to get on the inside, in the darkness’ cool concrete.

Woke that day, afterward I couldn’t lose my consciousness any longer, I sleep wide-awake

Thoughts produced in the state of being at one are infallible as the Pope of the Christhood

In and Out, in a New York minute, there’s no deals to make any Art out of, my Art is my cake

So, sun goes down, the world turns, I skip the night asleep, get woke at 5 sharp on the lake.

Life is that way now after the struggle kept me occupied aged 19-70, coincidence 1970 free

Into and out of the battles in the war I never entered, facilitated with success, medals to be

Alive for another fifty years after that service occurrence of mating, begetting & sunsetting

Sinking down with the sun, down the wormhole, messenger, ready to die for GD Nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August X^th, MMXXV  Anno Domini @909 AMPST

{ Jammed this out of a tight arse while jammin’ to @KennyChesney & @uncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=qabKyyfZ124Gh4_B }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?