@CarlosSantana @TheEagles #HeartWontTellALie @LosLonelyBoys

HIGHLIGHT THE DARK SIDE TO SEE THE TRUTH

#GoBears in #TwoBits

Keep your mind on the bull’s eye, the 1st prize you win is a Peace Prize piece as if it shed

Light on the middle path displays the only meaning of life to all living things, every atom

In the end as it was in the beginning, every single thing larger than an atom will be dead

Someday, some way or another, the inevitable result of the Big Bang is a Tiny Peep, bam.

Dollars and nonsense mix the mental recordings into a hodgepodge of Reason and Rhyme

When it all comes down to one bottom line, since it’s invisible & non-existent, out of Time

On the easy money, gold, silver certificates, copper & lead nickels, silver drops of holy fear

Hillbilly pop opposite of the adjacent, infinite lines winds up lost in the muck, blood & beer.

Recover the days y’all lost before you came in front of me, you now know what you thought

Inside of the womb, prior to childbirth, every zygote and fetus fills the Void of Reality sought

Mark the dots, the finite lines and shapes of symbolic UFO scientology, it’s all a cosmic stiff

Unraveled your yarn to expose the empty center where Nothing remains after the guitar riff.

Alright as right can be, left out on the precipice of 2 number lines, angles & infinite shapes

One preconconceived notion above air’s ocean, breathing exhaled O2 from misanthropes

In this or another zoo, below & above this here & that there, fathered the mothers’ bad kids

I take full responsibility for everything out of my hands, reward & punish me on pallet skids.

Sixteen penny spikes, nailed to the oak and pine, spruce to birch, crosses of the well-hung

Makin’ the whole Monday to Sunday week that repeats ad infinitum, I got an itch to get flung

Across the street or over the freeway underpass, subways & elevated trains don’t even care

One or two bits to get on & get off, it’s the only way to go around The Loop, the travel fare.

Pick a hand, there’s something in both, one of the hands has a piece of gold, the other coal

You can exchange the items for indulgences on the back porch, smoking with a deep bowl

Swam in the hole, swung from the tree’s long-hangin’ vine, or was it a battleship rope chug

Blown smoke out the smokers & the hotlips of the kinfolk & cousins, huggin’ & kissin’ bug.

Hashtag word up from the get-go and ad infinitum to the Singularity sucking all of us within

Go to the rear of the class before you graduate from indoctrination of the cerebral cortex

You may not pay attention to the training, hence you’ll be undertrained with less overvalue

Obnoxiousity is an accidental reaction to being annoyed by a pompous, blind faith screw.

Will to the power of the hour cannot exceed it’s full capacity, there’s no reserve to add at all

High as the window in the tower, smoke burns into the brain’s grey matter, thoughts & mind

Where it’s all happening for real, philosopher-scientists positing more than a Chicago scent

Dead fish on the beaches, dumped disaster from the big city into the deep end just to find.

Blind eyes, blind faith & blind alleys contain absolutely no ultraviolet ion or infrared wave

Subatomic and galactic status assigned to matter at rest and in motion, particulate shave

Smooth or rough display of the games of fools, relatives & community of riff raff homeless

Appears that it’s all there is, then we die, others dispose of us, dead air for eternity’s bliss.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XVII^th        MMXXVI Anno Domini @1615 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to mystery juice @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek?list=RD3KGA_8CSmsI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

1992 PONTIAC FIREBIRD   MY WINGS  92-97

#GO CHICAGO 2025 BEARS

#WhatItIs @TheTemptations

Remember what the doormouse said

Not only is the future an illusion but also the present lasts no more than a flash bulb

As soon as it lights up the surrounding area, it fades away to black, slowly cooling hot

Obliged to follow up with no one about anything, free spirit just lurking on the planet

Listening, musical sounds of loud noise & silence, an infrared & ultraviolet hallucinate.

I drank the Kool-Ade & ate the magic mushroom in the middle of the 10th avenue freeze

Out of the blue or grey, I can’t exactly recall but it was for certain, unexpected black dog

Loose without a collar or license to roam the city streets or country roads, wild will kill

Keep that in mind, even if you raise an animal from its maternal birth, you’re still a shill.

Inside of a pint Ball jar, content’s conserved & out of the atmosphere’s light & sunshine

Creating all or nothing in a vacuum as God above & below Earth did with a logical cosign

Only you know & I know that food to feed the head with is metaphysically fuel for a glide

Drop one pill or another for no reason other than your friend said, take this, open up wide!

60 years post-cranial funk, strawberry double-dome to orange sunshine & purple microdot

I shall divulge the truth of what knowledge & wisdom exists today, it’ll fade to black ingot

Care about nothing, care about something, a thing you play strummin’ your axe’s E to E

I hope you get the picture in living color & hear the sound in surround-stereo for posterity.

Knowing as much as I did the day I conceived, I’m leaving Earth with the whole shebang

I listened to my mother give me good advice went in one ear & out the other, I say dang

I should have not only listened but also followed solid pointers to success at city love life

Before a finale of a saga, C-notes on Oak Street Beach, heard it all & then some, alewife!

Called the saviors rubbers to cheat intercourse of the discourse, imagination dropped it all

Sisters & their mothers hung around for comfort & venison stew every other day in Fall

Brothers and their fathers either hunted or helped females gather the winter staple supply

Survival of the most fit, who don’t get poisoned by free radicals prepared to set & edify.

Peer pressure useless to top dog of the herd, how often can you repeat chit in the slammer

Ad infinitum because it doesn’t matter if you fall asleep middle of your confession of sin

Mortal or original as the case may be, inherited your ancestors’ karma, how lucky is that?

Ain't a thing anybody can do about it except accept reality, block ‘em like Thor’s hammer.

Melody shocks nobody, lyrics & the rhythm movin’ the spirit & soul, in or out your mind

Plucking your strings so you can watch audience smile & bob their heads to n' fro, I find

All on the side of big, fat nothing, zero less zero sums it up to zero, fatal fate of hot shat

Imagine before you’re conceived, you can't recollect Nothingness, it’s a bullseye target.

Beef, pork, fowl, aquatic game, consumed, defecated in regular fashion, hunting & fishing

Survival of tmost adept at acquiring meals, healthy storage for avoidance of starving sons

Food on Earth isn’t available if you’re not fortunate enough to be the kin of the Great ones

Provided for the herd, knife, arrow & ordinance form, no other choice, be or not to being.

Still in the dead of the night when only a Grateful Dead trick you into rockin’ your bones

Where it’s all at, begins & ends right there in the presence of people with no cell phones

Listen up as if your life depended on recalling all words’ meaning, hang by neck ain’t hip

Nobody wants shocks, poison or to be chased off an ocean cliff into a sea, love lets it drip.

Pain & pleasure animating your kissers after y’all folks leave y’all orphans’ leftover grunts

Bass plug into the amp, let the beat flow the treble without a plan, don’t use word #kuntz

It successfully concludes in a rational deduction, first you ain’t here & now, you are, so

Appearances are one thing, but Timing is everything, without Timing, Void equals zero.

Only you know and I know, others will postulate and fail to gain any epistemological data

We’ve got the only key, invisible code only visible for a second every midnight 1-formula

Unlock the doors, fly high as you’d like, you’re comin’ down in gravitational collapse too

Never forget the gravity of every atom in a plethora, as I said, “You’re dead! Code Blue!”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Check under the hood before you take it for a test ride, I blasted this out while jammin’ to the @JerryGarciaBand LIVE 1976 New York Harbor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HGf2YgJsubk?si=lZayHr9DWPCfGSeY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AintThatAmericaForYouAndMe? #BawlzToTheWalz #KeepOnDancin' #GwenStephani @Springsteen #WaitinOnASunnyDay #LifesTooShort #JohnMellencamp #AllAlongTheWatchtower #Volunteers @JeffersonAirplane

VOLUNTEERS FOR THE OMEGA CENTRIFIGALITY’S SINGULARITY

Rational thought is all I have that has been RNA programmed in all 208 bones

It’s all out of my hands and feet, lucky to have been conceived before diphones

Nothing wrong or right with the Middle Way because it is, simple Truth, it affirms

This is for certain, they’re all uncertainty principles hidden as holy, maggot worms.

Wait for the answers to questions you’ve never asked, ready, willing & able to see

Nothing above or below this Earth is anything other than one Outerspace, all free

All sensation is caused by the heat of the sun, the burst from a Big Bang invention

News that flawed life as well as Earth, a lump of stardust, an accidental perfection.

Come find the accident that intended to obfuscate the thing itself, stealth hideout

In plain sight, out in the open without cover to appear invisible to a predatory lout

Blind, deaf & without common sense or even dumb-bum luck, still life is still to be

Or not to be, ever anywhere at all, just not thought of as a random concept scree.

I have a few fallacious arguments both deductive and inductive, I indulge, I’m all in

Bodacious as you might imagine once you find the naked truth, shock wears often

On the money now & then when you hit the ground running, you win the bet too

Theoretically as a world view of Reality, we’ve immersed in jazzy, aqua sky’s blues.

Proper or not, luck, logic & reason are all we have to transcend bottom-feeding ilk

Y’all discover life’s too short once y’all kinfolk & friends begin to fall into spoilt milk

Names for people, places & things, common and proper are all in the lexicon tier

Doves born and raised for the Peace signal, flight from ground zero to Mt. Ranier.

Gone in & out of the automatic doors until they stopped one day, locked & loaded

Stranger all alone, walking, running or riding on wheels, on the middle path of ID

Ego & the supereons that result from a cosmic effulgence, cause love to go to bed

Mind is scrambled, antibody is disintegrating, forgetting all you knew, you’re dead.

Ups & downs can finish a dream’s conclusion, games with or without rules broken

Recollect the premonitions you had that match present events, on the lead money

Below and above the stardirt, the Earth’s wasted matter still remains in a big ball

Wobble & spin, revolve & move with solar animation’s flares that blow gods recall.

Blood and seawater mixed to fill the Mind bait that the innocent gulp for the snag

It’s dirty water no matter if you’ve swam in it or drank it, maybe you want to brag

That you’re a brave human who ain’t afraid to be incarcerated or die in vain for us

Heroes & villains clash, if you die a dead hero, a name lives, y’all are cosmic dust.

Without words there’s no fake news, no lies, no truth, no bovine scat in a short life

Realize that your final drag of air in your lungs may be 1 next one, I appreciate you

Claude & Grok it all, chat GPT never forget, recall the unknown “x” voidless in zero

Gravitational collapse of a Singularity, death by sucking you & you & you, me too.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, January XV^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 9:30 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @HankWilliamsJr on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9YbeBnhC1wo?si=GQy7agjJBq5s2WcR }

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W.W.A.R.D.?