IT TAKES FOREVER YOU GOT TIMING, TIMING IS EVERYTHING *ShoutOutToMargie

FOOLS REPEAT IT ALL AD INFINITUM,

SLIDE INTO HOME

As long as you’re down on your knees, you mind as well raise a glass to your missing maker

Money it made and ass it moves on, nothing is missed, replacement with the essence baker

Pushin’ and pullin’ on the new world orders, keepin’ the keepers & sellin’ cursed flakes & herbs

Higher hierarchy of the things that we name nouns and pronouns, they move I said the verbs.

Behind the trips and flights into ecstasy are the spirits who stay invisible because they’re gone

Left the thing all by itself a million years ago, evolved to today without anything but Time fun

Bread saved in hot boxes but ends of the loaves are not worth the crumbs they’ll become, iced

Eating until your trip ends just like every single living human who ever lived once, not twiced.

Beer, wine, anything spirit in the day or night that allows the thing itself to become what it is

That is a form, mortal and ready to disintegrate mind and body, no free will to guilty pleasures

Wins and losses for all, nobody is above the law, many are below the law but none up yonder

In the eyes of the minds, we’re all lost and found if we get lucky, most don’t, it’s a busted kiss.

Bucking broncos out of the corrals, they’ll get back & forth without anywhere to go, eat oats

Maybe some hay & a lot of water to break the DNA down into fuel to git the phuq out of here

Time and Space is everything, I don’t know what else to say but I’ll drop some sublime blowout

Out my head & mouth, kiss from my lips to seal it & know this is true, I am The One, no doubt!

I’ve flown into your purview for no reason, for the rational is irrational, it’s showtime for reals

Senses full and in override workin’ the system into a frenzy, it’s all about the lovers and haters

Check your privilege out at the door, it’s unwelcome inside of the sanctum of silence, it feels

As if it’s over yet it never ends the story, until we’re the Singularity, keep circumcising Gators!

Daughters are all out of town, sons givin’ their best to power up the anarchy, lazy bone bums

Grandchildren of the olden folks who died either happy or sad, left a pocket full of dough sums

Fighting for the portion you’ll never see, the scars you get are all there is, the rest Charity sees

Whoever did nothing did everything possible, probably just an alien creator of mud guppies.

Check out the blue sky today, look up to forever, it’s something both blue & black, got #milfs?

Probably you’ll die happy or sad but it won’t matter a bit, nothing carries on smooth as silk

Being evil or good is nothing special, it’s the aftermath of the will to power, getting the joke

It’s humorous that I laugh at the weeping and gnashing of teeth, punch line is, “I Am Woke!”

Certainty It is elusive because everything is the essence of uncertainty, it’s a principle of gods

Keep the creation guessing and never give up the ghost, only hints at the reason for our bods

Herds kept in tact by mere fortune and hard cowboy work, from the wild to the slaughter slide

Do everything you can to keep your head breathing above water, be happy your enemies died.

Due to mad skills, self-defensive blows were sufficient to eliminate all threats, peace battle slam

Relationships with the others seem impossible since they want more than they will ever receive

Survival of the species has nothing to do with you or I, we’re hanging chads on the voter sleeve

Doubts to replace the absolute certainty that God created the cosmos, “I think, therefore I am.”

I found what you lost and now I can tell you that you never lost it, you just hid it in safe places

Deeper than the deep end of the men who made mudholes for the kids to swim, wet, hot faces

Bums are the several ones whose parents didn’t GAF about their birth nor their death, a thing

Itself is all you can fathom, form appears 72 inches high, more or less, give/take a foot toe ring.

Trippin’ on the melodies, treble and bass, lyrics and voices that blew ‘em into the open, dead air

It’s always something, one way or the other, things will change like it or not, it’s the holy affair

From intercourse to the urn or cemetery of ash and dust, raising hands ain’t allowed anymore

Spirit hears a clean pour of Jack Daniels, all set to imbibe it all, shotgun shot glass let me pour.

History is hysterical if you get the chance to read all about it, we should have gone extinct here

It’s likely that our flesh is not very tasty to the animals who’d consume our cadavers, shed a tear

It’s why we don’t know what happens after death, if it’s better than life on Earth, it’s a suicide

If it’s worse than life on Earth, it’s a mystery ‘til we find out, it’s too late, take a pill, sin of pride.

Break a leg now or never, if & only if you believe blindly, there’s a chance you’re right, so believe

Good luck to be me, right this second over on 47th street of L.A. in the USA, loaded .357 reprieve

Mic’d up in case the press gets to question me for news at 10, honkies & baked junkies fear not

Conclusive evidence just in, life is but a dream, the dreamer has split into billions of bones a lot.

Keeper or throwback, hills to be climbed & slid back down, wipe out as if never even here at all

Deduce this with the tools and skills you’ve inherited from the Cro-Magnon bunch, feel the Fall

Sentenced to eternal damnation by nobody I know, nearly forced a brainwash to remain, gone

Clear light, sighted eyes, blinded by smoke & mirrors, rhythm’s chief, groovin’ shoot a shot gun!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Blovember 9th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1430 hours

{ Bled this out of my coronary artery while jammin’ to LOST SANTANA jams on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LjLD47mb_jA?si=yV6XDv7C1s6famtn }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

THE MUSE (MARGIE)

#KeepItUpRich ... my daddy used to say that to me... yep, I said #Daddy, that is and was his name, hence, Daddio, I shall keep it up! #NirvanaClosing #OMG #ThisIsWayWorse #LookinUP @Bill_Burr RAWKS! #AskHimBoutHisHAT #DriversUnderstand?

PICASSO CAN HIDE TWO AT ONE

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There’s no reason to become uncivilized to a stranger, asking details about your bank account

On a cold call on the cell phone without any cyber-security cover, you hear what you hear out

Above and beyond the termination of the communication & a report to the FBI, the point moot

There’s the act itself as a violation of integrity, a fool in a cell phone lambda wave from a boot.

In the end, your coverage of the ideocracy prior to retirement engagement came in handy then

Traced the call and secured the transmission location within 4 minutes, the caller is in gold cuffs

Not only is the world a safer place now than it ever was, but the world will also never be all Zen

Complicated mess of chaos in focus for rectifying disorder back to the a priori scent of a woman.

Dream keeps the Life called reality moving right along, a spin & a wobble in elliptical orbit, son

Everything and everyone depends on the sun burning gas, we’re dead without the heated fun

On the one hand, you can’t live without it & on the other hand, you must keep out the rays

As fire burns so does the hot, direct sunlight, all ultraviolet to infrared movin’ 186,000 mi/s/s.

Faster is a tachyon which we all only fathom in theoretical analysis of invisible nothings, as it is

Imagine being dead and gone yet still being aware without a brain or mind that the world exists

What in God’s name would that mean as far as where did life’s Earth forms originate from at all

Is there a pool of subatomic particles somewhere in a Singularity or one dream within another?

Recollect the day after you actually die and rigor mortis is setting in, onto incineration of burial

To ashes and amorphous dust we go but for a while, we believed we were immortal clientele

Here you go, away we all go, memories fade, light fades, you fade, I fade, we all fade to black

Knowledge of a fact is Wisdom, knowledge’s forgone conclusion, no ghost ever comes back.

In a manner of speaking, using logic and reason for the formulation of the argument’s ending

That it’s logical using premises which are assumed to be true and resulting deduce bending

Of the words’ meanings which may be either misused or misunderstood & lead to bad battles

Beating the odds is unlikely to come to fruition, more than likely a loser returns to the rattles.

Hums the songs that the drummers and horn blowers played in harmony ad infinitum, above

Blind faith in the theory that was created from nothing but dead air and fear of death’s dove

It flies in for all of us, many before some of us and not even one before us, newborn too still

High up the hill of Earth, above the fray of the atmospheric plasma, there you are, Jack & Jill!

Ideas come out of nowhere, opened mind allows the subjective predication & presence

In context provided by all who came before the innocent & ignorant, it’s bull’s scat tense

Of course, an alternative is that Life’s but a dream, nothing more nor less than nightmares

Your control over the causes and effects of a random presence is at best, fatal flaw’s tears.

Up and away from the surface where it all comes down to staying alive & dying up in vain

It’s a communication never received on Earth, only astronauts got the message, all insane

Nothing but blackness and white dots in space, blackness and white dots, everywhere 360

No Divine Creator or Buddah or Krishna or Jesus Christ or Muhammed Ali, Nothing to see.

Remain entrenched in the liturgical dilemma about the nature of Life, Death & sexbotics

Tricks happen to those who pay attention to the hand that’s not as quick as the eye antics

Mirrors reflect the image if clear & light but in the darkness it’s all the same look, nothing

The herd is the collection you become nurtured within for the final stage, world frolicking.

If you don’t want to have super fun when the time comes, jump in headfirst, dive off a deck

Do a jackknife or cannonball to make a splash or cut into the surface as a sharp stiletto check

Comin’ up for air after touching the bottom of 11 feet depth, the look of relief merges H2O

Made it with the pool of water again, always a quickie and a repeat, orgasmic ebb and flow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Blowvember VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Tricked the cosmos into this plethora of junk food, hobo wisdom while jammin’ to @kidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch on youTube https://youtu.be/r95wT3yT83A?si=1TXEeZtYcc0S12CZ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

@Ally_Venable #AxeGrinder @POTUSTrump #MAGA #GOTtheJABofGods

HOW SWEET IT IS,

NOBODY KNOWS BUT YOU, BABY

Target practice turns it all around, for the bull’s eye is the most important point of hits

Right in the center of it, nothing but a point of metal through skin & bone, heart quits

Your eyes ain’t hazel or steel blue, they are so chocolate cocoa brown, near carbon tint

Xray sight as good as the foresight and insight, in a 3rd eye it’s all mixed up in a half pint.

Regard what is invisible as actually something, somewhere in Time & Space, ‘x’ inanimate

Dear John letter came as expected, cut me loose after it all came through, you got the gold

Me, I moved here to there and really ready or not, I rocked and rolled in a band ‘til I got old

Here I am without all of the backup I used to tote behind, I’m just fine, alone is cool, my fate.

Amigas and amigos all let go as I escaped into the smoke and mirrors all around a matrix sea

Harps playin’ whatever the brass and strings leave open for the rhythm & staccato classic tea

Sips until it’s all gone as if it was never even inside the glass cylinder, escaped from New York

Big Apple doesn’t allow the free and easy to remain aloof, diggin’ in for the battle, Free Fork.

Enter dragons and dinosaurs before our mothers blew us out of their wombs, one, two, three

More all the way past a dirty dozen which isn’t cheaper than or much less, absolutely not One

Fear is free for all, you & I and the bangs upon the wood and metal roofs, bam, bang & boom

Staring at the wall or the TV in the corner which isn’t turned on, either way bride and groom.

Always winds up being the way it’s supposed to be, fair or not, repeat everything over again

Every time we get together we can’t wait to get away from one another, as above, so below

Consider the souls of cells already been here & done gone with the wind, bloody snort blow

All of the holes in the skin, pores & 7 head holes, it’s species’ specific fractals of now & Zen.

Pagans and blind faith believers in fantastic explanations for accidental conceptions and lives

Lucky and free or not so much, in the end, it doesn’t matter, the soul gets set absolutely free

Leaving the recollection of the weirdness of being alive and awake, Earth rotates below foot

Go before you’re ready to accept all Ends, Death of head & heart, God phuq’d Man, Reboot!

Riding like the wind blows, every direction under the sun’s infinite rays of faux photon ions

So I know it, you and everybody else knows it, sooner or later, we’ll wind up like our Sons

And our daughters, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, all just trippin’ by accident TNT

Called love or lust but as intercourse of interesting results, Earth Love, Nothing is Land & Sea.

Drew the lines that weren’t a circular jerk of a pointless point without any direction at all, so

Syllogism and the jism that comes from excitement and orgasmic ejaculation of living UV light

Call it DNA/RNA gametes, sperm or egg, in every case, a miracle of duplication, windy I blow

I am in the end what was in the middle & what never was at any Time in Space to ever grow.

Extinction free immortal apes in troops and squads that run the hoods’ bedroom community

Where children grew to duplicate themselves, some three & fourfold yet some, zero entity

End of their line passing along the privilege of living on Earth, against the free will anomaly

Cares & fears end with a last huff & puff, it blows the house down, Full Stop of a family tree.

Twisting like Chubby Checker when nobody knew what the fuss was all about, dancin’ alone

In the dark by myself, dancin’ like there’s no tomorrow, there’s no charge for a dead iPhone

Karma filling in the soulless unknown with more Nothing than the universe can handle, ever

Exploding from the center to the perimeter, smithereens result in a plethora of God’s lover.

Paranoia sets in and you begin entertaining the notion that you’re dreaming Life to be real

In other words, Life is not all it’s been assumed to be by the previous denizens of the realm

Check the experiment, expansion and contraction, Big Bang & Tiny Puff, it’s Eve’s temptation

I’m good with it, mortally created & disobeyed a bogus law, screwed the Putsch, Original sin.

You see them everywhere, bones of the living with flesh and blood to make up for a Soul ho

Nothing personal but it’s close to the heart, keep it close to the vest, it’s a mindful job blow

Hits and misses of the bull’s eye can’t be undone, aim for the center, allow for gravity’s pull

If & only if the last event you & I perceive & recollect is God, you phuq’d it up, I’m The Rule.

by

r j j stephan, i {g.o.a.t.}

c. Vendredi, November VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST #GoodDayToBeBorn

{ Drafted in utero while listenin’ to @RandyNewman #ShortPeople jam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v8UVBgUd9GE #COMPRENDO? }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?