#JamgalayaCoffeesFine #FiletGumboInTheCatecombs #PapaLovesPOTUS

PHILOSOPHER STONES,

BENJAMINS & MYSTIC PIZZA

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For every time you breathe in and out of your lungs, the world has spun around

A counter-clockwise freeze-frame only mothers may love, a mirage-image of Adam

Kidding you half the time and the other half, serious as a random nose-bleed flow

History & Science to get you to know it all, but you find you know nothing though.

Pressed the grapes into wine, the way is perfect, or the way is vinegar, finger cross

Gulp or sip, it all goes to the spirit that awaits the buzz; the thing is, that is the boss

No singer on a stage but the vine he drank when he wrote the song, a dark side pit

Mindful or not, it’s movin’, and we’re movin’ until the end, it’ll come, it’s bull s#it.

This world will swallow you down to the bottom of the beer barrel, long empty

Spirits in the night flow in and out of the ether, back & forth through the bones

Score is even-steven at zero to zero, on the way from over here to out yonder

Space and Time wither behind your own rigor mortis, don’t shoot a messenger.

Played as well as the piece could be strummed from riff to riff, it’s a peculiar beat

Notes high C and D diminished for whatever the sevenths will allow, a minor feat

Laughing early & when it’s too late, that’s what it’s always been about since day 1

Crowds and the lonely Singularity are the whole shebang & it’s about to be a sun.

What you're buying is anything I’m selling and I ain’t selling a thing, I’m sellin’ Nothing

Everything from pole to pole around the world, coast to continental coasts on a fling

Hills climbed, underwater caves floored with darkness lighting up where we drop tears

Centerfold in the middle of nowhere, in a Milky Way or a Snickers, Three Musketeers.

Pink or invisible, clear blacklight glowing the paint in the poster, orange, red & green

Sky blue and black in a felt mix with the glow-paint, showing off the inner mind’s scene

Rolled & rocked outside & the inside couldn’t handle the jagged edge more than thrice

Been around The Block a few times, and, well, I had to obfuscate and obliterate it all.

Groovy as the wavy gravy you gulped down with the butter-infused mashed potatoes

Makin’ our hearts and souls sing from the first taste to the last forkful comes & goes

Moving from the back to the front to get a better look at what makes the noise of us

Speakers blare whatever makes it through the cables, do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti & a do.

Certainty is a desire never acquired in full; mere pretenders asserted the failure to launch

Perched on a boulder, casting the fly over the ripples that the current squirted for lunch

Who are you thinking that you are? You are no doubt, not that person; you’re a ghost

Of men and mice, all of the living crawlers, here today & all gone tomorrow, we’re toast.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, April XVIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1717 hours PST

{ Created while jammin’ to @JimiHendrix played @Monterey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pSAVDbuJip0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#BurntWaterFrozenStiff #ChicagoHITSman

SLIPPED AWAY INTO AN OLD MAN’S SEA

Gods can’t see since eyes are required, blind fold the light into the Void, empty white trash

Know you are what I am, coagulation of gas, liquid & solid gold, leftover solar, all rosy rash

Pricking your pin cushion with a point that matters, straight or bent, unburdened ol’ mamas

Mental illness’ filling the RNA to transfer to the eggs and sperm in the repo-womb of papas.

Idiot moron trolls teaching freaks how to act, how behavior affects your mind’s trippin’ fuss

Priests from top to bottom, neo-conservatives, you’re on fire to be burnt for the sake of US

Lead the followers over the cliff, on the way to the smashed 208 bones, delusion remains cool

Fear itself is inside the morons educated by all morons, K-12 & beyond this mutant gene pool.

Brilliant boys and girls have rubbed a POTUS’ hair on his leg to tickle a maggoty fancy, no fun

Dougie is here too! But anyway, sickness unto death emerges every century, many to the One

Competence of One mind’s eye when in the middle of chaos, deliver a word salad, it’s all gone

On a byway to the extinction of ape species, step back to Cro-Magnon mind, all Man’s godson.

Jack ass has false teeth to keep within the tiny mouth, cry like actors who die of cigar smokes

Something is right about the present status of the world, kill the life until it’s extinct, blokes

Fear the air between your ears, out of control in the eyes of your own parents, lie down dogs

Lookin’ into my eyes, you see a sea of unknowing, revealed by accidental breach of the fog.

Bringing you out of synch one-on-one to the game, we’ll play by our own rules, no game over

Until I say so, there’s no free will or low-information choice allowed in the command tier drop

Tracing the payroll and the body parts on the frozen journey from dead to dying guy, all saved

Magic touch on my hand to your arms and face, then I hand it to you, you jump aboard, loved.

This I can tell you, what can’t be seen with naked eyes, blind men view as hum of a demigod

Infinitesimal ‘g’ expresses the real & rational, the large ‘G’ reserved for pagans It’s all but got

Everything from subatomic to macro galactic sizes of matter, all substance as above, so below

Knowledge of wisdom is insufficient for homeostasis; only distant death completes seed-sew.

Tragedy is that no Time is wasted on Comedy, laughing at all the super folly of human roasts

Boys and girls pre-teen onto the final projection of the trajectory, an underground, empty cup

Completely finalized once the last gasp blows you away from the injected venom, holy ghosts

Came & saw the way it is, the way it was & suspect the way it will always be, Big Sur surf’s up.

Brain worked from the first hunger cry in the world of air, water, and unseen concepts of gold

Not the fool’s type, the real veins descended from the pure lead, the cooled big bang untold

Pretending that the kings and shepherds of past millennia have had a handle on the Presence

Until we awaken & figure we can’t go for that bill of goods, It’s evil spelled backward, Live Ns.

It’s simply too complicated to run the deductive or inductive reasoning in a vacuum of spunk

Old ladies and old gentlemen have the no can do attitude & they can’t do it, gotta have funk

Without the essence, the rest remains preconceived in a notion; it’s the definition of the gist

Meaning that post-mortem actuality is a moot point, bliss right here & now, I am what it Is.

Beatniks and Hippies greeted the adolescent minds with revolution, then levied the taxes

On labor & inheritance, expecting more as the body ages, receiving much less for battle axes

By magic dragons or puffs of the smoke from burnt pine leaf, terps to warp the skirts of hens

So below as it was above, before & after Time’s presence, #STFU & now you know too, gents.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche May 18th MMXXV Anno Domini at 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #LeaveMeAloneImAFamilyMan by #MikeOldfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tOFarDcaGUY?si=pnw_PvxXbGdvpqv0 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkipARopeFirst #OnADateWithMyHighSchoolFling #IWouldntChangeAThing

NOT A DAMN THANG PICASSO WOULD CHANGE

IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Por favor, mi amigos et amigas, listen carefully to the stone silence in this eerie sensation

In your face’s holes, eyes, ears, nose & mouth are all ready for the spirit’s exit stage right

Or up, down, even far left or right, it doesn’t matter to the nucleus that you appear in sin

Disobeyed some authority over your will to power, good, bad and ugly are your faulty kin.

Matter and the ‘x’ form it shapes to animate on Earth, fly in the wind, and sublimate in the sea

Not to mention from the wet mud that used to be flooded with H2O, grows a spontaneous me

Never heard of before conception & high probability souls die in Time, be born & then be gone

Karma, what you’ve done & what you’ll do after this moment, matters as much as a dog bone.

Masticating the eclecticism only to sublimate it into absolute nothingness, lost in outer Space

I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but still I will because I am compelled to do so, in your face

Painted the woman, sang to the woman, made love to a woman to conceive a ghostly godsend

Out of your mothers, sisters, fathers, sons and brothers will get no satisfaction in a deep End.

Apologize in advance for the pending doom in the future, which I’m solely responsible for, yet

Just saying, insinuating or lying about facts, the facts ain’t my fault anyway, we’re all gonna die

Whether you have the spells of magic or the will to power to create something from nothing

All too human or a divine conglomerate of reconfigured plethora, smoke & mirrors reflecting.

Tense in the Past & the Future but the Present is all too cool, it only lasts for a huff and a puff

Then it’s either to sleep due to the nervous system’s program to avoid overload on the Stuff

Anything you eat & swallow or breathe in & asphyxiate your bronchial passages is fuel to poop

Come over to the dark side of the moon & it’s just like the light side, dirt from the cosmic soup.

Popular recollection in the womb, swirling darkness’ feeling of being claustrophobic yet so cool

Never wanted to drop out of the hostess, but she was hurting from my burgeoning egg sample

Hence, premature birth is a million plus times better than premature death and burial in Hell

Too human for the humans, not all too subhuman or superhuman, somewhere lost in the dell.

Keeping the forward thinking movin’ up a middle path, not too far left or far right, copacetic

Dreaming or waking up and moving to and fro for pathos & comedy in store, it makes you sick

You feel me? You dig where I’m comin’ from? I’m not yankin’ your chain, I wanna know it now

Will you fall as I will on a final gasp of breath you get? I’ll try to lie down for a final, KO blow.

Astronauts knew, mission control knew, the leakers knew, to everyone else it’s a wild ass myth

UFO comes from Space & Time, humanity’s combined DNA/RNA survival collective is a Stith

Don’t ask me & I won’t tell you what this means to the minions above & below the ‘air’ plane

Hinting to satisfaction you’ll never encounter, it’s the Rolling Stones in a loop, a link of profane.

Begin where you left off and if you’ve forgotten your place, just jump right in and move ahead

Before you overheat, rest and allow the hot keys to chill out to below zero or minus ten instead

All the lesser than morons who propagate the ash and corpse fields, it’s never above or below

Being too cool to be a stiff, rigor-mortis corpse, take a rocket to the hot sun, little sis & big bro!

Itself, the thing moves as it’s been trained & modified from the savage being who had coitus

Nobody is the wiser if the spermatozoa were a mix of a party train, men who ought to pay us

But they were not only morons but also were inebriated beyond the rational limit, no reason

Yet the time moves to the next moment, you’ll see until the last moment you’ll never see, Son!

I kissed the sky when she wasn’t quite ready for my charms, I returned to grounded beef, me

It was all a dream within a dream, the computer hard drive needed a cool break, hard to free

Yet necessary and sufficient to construct an irrefutable argument to weaponize the minions’ ilk

They all know what the score is, bottom of the 9th or end of 4th, 3rd periods, on OT goat milk.

Ready or not, here we come, Oley Oley ocean, free, free, free, that’s what she said to you & me

Hook, line & sinker, we bit on the lure, sooner or later, we’d be metabolized by people or the sea

If you think that because you think, it means that you exist, then you’re a Cartesian, oh, Rene

Deduce from a twilight zone of inductive arguments, sublimate the premises, illogical, a Payday.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TheGoodOldDays in a loop @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eozVuADXPs }

GO HEAD EVE, BITE IT AGAIN