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HOW WE REALLY FEEL DEEP

DOWN INSIDE, ‘TIL WE DON’T

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One tries to see what the blind see within perpetual darkness, daily 24/7/365 ala Gods

No other way to explain the genetic mutation or the accidental loss of cones and rods

No smoke, no fire, no bones to pick with anyone but your own dumb luck, on to fight

You all get what you came for, you wanted to live no matter what, without the insight.

Beer and wine not to mention the spirits that got a bit better than formaldehyde brew

Didn’t have to go to the end of the line, end your life for a drink and an ace you drew

Why an ace would be the harbinger of the fate you met, nobody cares, it’s all over now

Tears fall from your eyes and from the whole planet’s melted snow & ice, lips just blow.

Hair for some reason, bare skin for some reason, it’s all there is everywhere in the cakes

Baked solar systems & galaxies impossible to fathom, yet we all name the unknown fakes

Hard or soft rocks left over from the big bang or whatever you call that came of a job blow

Mud, blood, tears followed behind until the final curtain call, one more bow for the bravo.

Bear in mind that from one cell, then two, four, eight etcetera ad infinitum, is all you & I are

All I am is identical to all you are, believer or not, you could be a moron and it’s not that far

From the origin & final destination of the presence of your imaginary spirit/soul, roll caravan

To a promised land never really promised at all, just imagined to be true, based on a 1st Man!

From a Tower of Babel, we’ve come to find that we cannot leave Earth without a Space-X ship

It’s Time for Space to expose the infinite ends that can only be fathomed by All That I Am, skip

Without a beat, there’s no rhythm & rockin’ to keep the bones swayin’ to the mother of us all

Effulgence of some plasmatic waves of photons & tachyons that burn so we can groove this ball.

Fear to monger but it will all dissolve because it is magnetically attracted to mighty original sin

Worlds of babbling apes in layers like an idiot dagwood sandwich, every type of eats in a skin

In no uncertain terms, it’s the principle of the thing itself, not the appearance but where it’s at

No clue on the actual Truth about preexistence anywhere in cyberspace, I guess it’s all bull scat.

Love and the lack of it seems to be a whole lot of guesses about why animals date and mate

Thrust by chemical reactions of RNA hormones to create something from an ad infinitum rate

A plethora of plasma, contracting and expanding, hoping to become all too human very soon

Missing the point if you don’t follow the bouncing ball, the writing is on the wall, phuqin goon!

Built up for the breakdown for no reason other than it’s the only way it can be, all the way it is

Talking but nobody hears a word being said by anyone in any language of the Babblers who fish

In the rivers & seas without the lures or the bait, the herd starves from a lack of death to bite

Praying on knees with eyes closed, heads in hands, bowing down to an invisible power, we fight.

Rigor mortis wins the battle, you won’t think about it long, just a second out of the century too

Some more bitten and others a score less bitten, everyone becomes just a bite out the blue, pal

You don’t see it comin’ because if you did you’d avoid the trip on death, invisible, inevitable too

Hot water & frozen in a New York minute, how the End of the World annihilates it, witch’s brew.

Hard liquor and soft heads endure the survival of the most fit, their mothers protected the sorry

Which all of them were and will be until the end of Time, theirs & all Time in general, hare kari

Beams shining into the deep, dark hole that has no atoms to burn, absorbed into a voided blue

On the one hand, you’ve got the upper hand & on the other well, the others just hand it to you.

Pressure implodes into the Singularity, memories purged out of mind, essence preceding existence

Creeds of breeds all full of mythological pretensions, imagined by pre-educated mystic psychics

Honed skills to persuade the apprentice of Nothing’s presence everywhere, to make it a live pal

Nobody else will be up to the challenge, elevation out of ignorance to Nirvana, joker’s siIdekicks.

Illusionary before your time, just in time before you run out of time, as all-time permits us all

In Space on Earth, beginning long after the Earth began its 1st revolution around a new Zen scree

In Time on Earth, above & beyond the stratosphere far away from the Now, a death recalls

Here and now before we’re tagged for being a herbivore or carnivore, a guilty pleasure reverie.

Hot keys to open the war locks and to release the hounds, a criminal of epic proportions too

High time you’ve realized that this reality is all smoke mirrors, all sergeants & officers can do

Anything a mind can conjure will manifest functions of one to ten, bring a knife to a gunfight

You stop the whole shebang because you can, it’s your party of One, grind is on the far right.

Jewels’ ice, rubies, emeralds, topaz & sapphire rocks left over from the big bang particles

Part baby and part old man, the infant speaks with logic and reason without pretension shills

Halting the doubting is therapeutic and if done sufficiently efficiently, succeeds in its function

Blind faith relieves the anxiety of not knowing the unknown and fearing it as if a boogie gun.

Planets don’t matter in the long run, the universe is in retrograde of a Big Bang onto a Peep

Nobody will hear it, everybody will enter the twilight zone without a map, no going to sleep

It’s forever and a day, given the rest of eternity to skip to whichever beat is louder than Word

Slips out a subtle form, as a joke, conundrum of a riddle, deep inside, it’s all about big bird.

If you don’t ask me questions then I won’t tell you any lies, it’s the thing I prove, Nothing’s true

Bring me the truths you’ve been told & have blind faith in, I’ll show you a narrow path to roll

Upon the killing & regenerating from graft, the ends still remain sacrosanct, no mother, no Man

Orphans have them, privileged sons & daughters of holy and it’s opposite, unholy boogeyman.

In search of the miraculous took so long, infinity turned into the past, present & future at once

Imagine when pure light diminishes as the burning fire turns into cinders, kicker never punts

It’s a fake & a pitch out to the tailback who passes 70 yards downfield for a win, point spread

Bet wins the kit n’ kaboodle, 5,000 on a sign so you let it ride another time, lost, you’re dead.

You’ve been punched in the face before, if not you’re missing out on the surprise of flying stars

Maybe on the way down to the ground as you fall like a chopped down redwood, you blackout

When you awaken, you missed the ambulance ride & your miracle comeback from a death trap

God was in my ambulance, drivin’ through town like there was no tomorrow, you sat on my lap.

History from day one to the day after I die is not written down, hence it will be a sad numbing

A cipher-coded pseudo-science applied the astrophysics to a triple helix reverse ding-a-ling

Skeletons left over from the holocaust of neutrons cancelling out fool’s gold ore, bitcoin chit

Betting the future will produce a profit rather than a deficit for the ledger, words up, phuq it!

Just wanted you to know everything you’d always wondered about, what makes y'all tick tock

Heads to toes, everybody’s the same but different in some idiosyncratic malfunction, stuck

Artistically formed & isolated from the Truth for a reason, it’s too good to be true, the lowdown

Project the holy hole, black or white, yin or yang, self-defense with no alibi, hold my old crown.

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r j j stephan, i

c. VETERANS’ DAY 11-11-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Downloaded from the ID as above, so below while jammin’ to @TheRollingStonesAlternateTakes on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Tru9fFRkQR0?si=OunqqOwykSOp2AXd }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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!

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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 }

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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 }

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