SACKS OF SCOUNDRELS ARE THE ORPHANS HATED BY THE BREEDING KINFOLK

KINETIC POTENTIAL

Too large to be smaller than a dot, a period's ending finale, caput

No morons or idiots left over from the full complement of despots

Keeping track of filling in the blanks to come up with a logic adz

A tool to be racked up on the wall with the other one's good bads.

Fell out or jumped out, either way the fall ends in a smash, broke

No way to stay alive with no brain and mind, heart and soul yoke

Afterlife isn't a life at all, you know it, I know it, we're all aware

Matter of Time in Space comes out of nothing & returns in there.

Peace adjustment to War is a momentary lapse of reason canard

Supposed to regroup for the final big bang on the way, it's hard

To realize that Life so good will disappear with history, the self-it

No more pictures, no sound, no taste or smell, nothing to touch it.

Deep pockets between your teeth to allow decay to eat the gums

Throwback to the empty skull, without eyes, lips or a brain bum

Just hangs around until all hands on deck is mustered, then gone

So, knowing is nothing more than a wild guess at the outcome-on.

Pitch a tent at your grave, wait for the rising of the sons & fillies

Not even a wisp of wind, not a fallen leaf or a cricket chirp flies

In and out of gathered faithful who mourn their own demise too

Using the imagery to fill in the "X" unknown, empty of the Blue.

Epic yet ordinary, all in the eyes of the beholder, an aI simulcast

Subjective truth is the objective of the premises syllogism bust

Hieroglyphics or Old English, the same thing is the same old one

Higher and higher than a rocket ship flies into the ether, my son.

Remember all facts of life, nobody said what they were, so I can't

Maybe you've guessed that this is an exercise in futility, godscent

Mirror images of the apes and first seeds of the bush & oak trees

That was all there should have been, atoms split it all in threes.

Dance or sit stone silent, brain dead or locked in prison cell cubes

Alpha & Omega push the limit of wisdom & knowledge to rubes

They produce the inferior products that their DNA throws up in

Matter & Energy in Time & Space, misanthropes rule a nut bin.

Holy or sacred, the infidels strike the gong to obliterate the core

Why we're here & now, where's the ones who left, some to come

Artwork of the designer of Oz, a wizard, yet all too human dumb

Walk the run, all will fall before our finish line's breached, scum.

No special creation of the creator due to loneliness or compassion

What you saw was what you got, 208 bones, 600-840 muscle-skin

Thrown out of my father's house at 19, joined the Force or Corps

Now over 69, it's 50 years of eyes-wide-open, bird & bee forces.

Clothes cover-up the naked shapes of fat & bones, boots o'er feet

Still the species returns the favor & reproduces the same old scat

Until the atoms all split or fuse, the game is on, it's 24/7/365 bait

To stay in tune with the melodies and in sync with lyric excrete.

Money comes and goes, like old gold, used to pony-up for the best

When it's gone, it's borrowed, it's spent, it's owed & it's interest

Question everything, get the answers & fill in the blanks all over

Amend pure Truth, Life is short, Life is better than Nothing ever.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-30-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while recovering from gamma ray beams flashing before my masked-up face & blinded eyes; while jammin' to @OsborneBrothers #ShootMeStraight in loop link on youTube @https://youtu.be/fUv3J4PVsyk?si=AFS2z1SXJa3vcFUG }

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#Zeitgeist Kicked In The Cabasa With No Warning Alive or not, I shall return! SANTANA & SKYNYRD & STAPLETON & WAR @KipMoore

NOW & THEN WHEN IT'S LATER THAN YOU'D THINK

Now and then you'd say if you can't recall or your dream has ended the game

Of men, mice, rats, roaches, fireflies & mosquitos that all get the trash name

On every occasion, from the origin to the finale, it all ends in a Singularity low

Deep within the Void, where I am & you'll someday be, watch a mind, you bow.

Pray or curse, you're the judge & the jury, you're guilty of the petty crime pill

Swallowed the hook, the line and the sinker with a gulp, caught in the crossfire

As above, so below, it was & is what this will always be, astronauts' roadkill

Not only because the creator loves the creation, but also, just for the fire's Hell.

Named and categorized as the substance, the full monty of the devil's food cake

I ate a piece, I gagged on the chocolate and vanilla, frosted sugar was really fake

Gold and silver mines are all that's left of the lead and slag of the holy mines' roll

A big bang's leftover mother of all bombs, a planetary monopoly of a holier soul.

Prisoners of war trippin' in and out of the portal, Time's & Space's ilk, mama milk

Hit you right where it hurts, I chose transformation & y'all chose neglect and silk

Performance on a world stage, conception to annhilation of self or all others frown

Who breathe the gas in & out of their groovy lungs, to huff, puff & blow it down.

Whether you've been alive & died or you've never been conceived or still born

In every single case there are no exceptions to the rules, kings & queens die too

Eating a mouse or dying like a rat, either way, the bait's in the trap, blow a horn

Vermin & human existence is a direct result of random recombinant DNA, blue.

Loving it or hating it, either way you'll fly higher than the stratosphere, the finale

Stage empties, the curtains fall & there's no encore, drop the 'mic' & y'all will see

SuperIntelligence, it ain't artificial, it's the way that's narrow & full of the dead air

Bloody or not, the End of artificial intelligence, artificial news, nobody will care.

Simulating the stimulation of the nervous system, the dead people are 208 bones

Each and every one of the boys and girls, rich or poor, mortals with the i-phones

Tough as nails that secure the wood & plastic we've gleaned off the dirty planet

We all know & will all discover, the memory of you & I are phantom's god-ette.

Punks and junkies resulted from the good, the bad & of course the ugly as a sin

To whom it may concern, scan your head and annhilate the growth of my kin

Folks who do nothing are related to the folks who do everything for The Wraith

Question everything to discover naked zeroes, the void keeps the unknown safe.

I have your gods locked up in the sanctuary, within the chalice of bloody wine

You & I as ignorant as Adam & Eve if there ever were such beings, so I'm told

Freedom and slavery merely the tones of existence while the planet spins fine

Wobbles and revolves, germs and invisible spirits in the whole shebang's fold.

Last yank of air into your lungs, can't be retained for a minute or ten seconds

They infuse the cadaver with the formaldyhyde & expect comments of the sons

Daughters' mothers get excited for the species' survival, it's the ticket to paradise

I have two, you have none, you want mine, I won't give up the ghost, Surprised!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 9-29-MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Crafted in effigy, the tumor has left the room, silencio!  In one ear & out of the other, The Game has begun & it will roll over while jammin' to the BEST of Lynyrd Skynrd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OnvyizaG6aE?si=TIyTaDWbjeNQcUwI }

F.I.N.I.S

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GUILTY OF THE CRIME, AS CHARGED! HIATUS OVER, BRAINSCAN ANOMALY ADDRESSED! #TheBoss @Springsteen

LOVE WORD, SCRIBBLE

ALL ONE LINERS

If you don't care, then you don't give a hoot, a wise, old owl might echo ultrasound

Symptomatic of a highest aneurysm spent time ridin' the surf's head shakin' around

Knowledge of the wisdom you can find nowhere written or said to the cryptic ones

Secrets in code or at least hookin' the hungry for the Truth, a reason for being sons.

Of the Mothers we all came from, loved babies & orphaned & the undertaken fetus

Dead and aborted before the end of life spent until 93 more or less, in a stupor bus

It transported the bones from points A to B, at will and in the way of the adept ones

Not the many but a fortunate few, sons & daughters of the karmic debt in solvency.

Among the ones who breathe in and out of the smokey mirrors of the clicked heels

Every single one was not here before the Big Bang, won't be here at climax deals

Alive or dead, it's just feeling as good as a human egg can feel, nods that all's good

No evil is "live" spelled in reverse, there now, now young kid stayin' alive for food.

Last supper and a rising from the corpse that lies dead on a pyre or in a casket case

It will all be released upon an innard relax, better to starve a week prior to decease

Grieve nothing, dreams came & disappeared into thin air, but why, tell me on pace

If there ain't a Truth about Life on Earth other than blind faith & physics' cosmics.

Be honest that you don't know yet you make a judgement on the nature of the Truth

Premises assumed, conclusions induce-deduce a badaboom, here we are forsooth

Instant creation out of nothing, out of nowhere in Space, above or below the stones

Kidding nobody, last breath sucked, retained & then corpus dillecti skull & bones.

Rhyming whichever rhythm comes with the beat that goes on, with or without you

Without me, my words remain still awaiting the typed ions in the magic, wild blue

Above and beyond, above and below, above it all there's neither more nor less of it

Y'all swallow, force is gravitationally the weight you & I carry, 16 tons of the s#it.

Morally & ethically born in sin, original for the great grandparents blessed my soul

Bones and organs I retain inside the skin & bones of the mothers & freakazoid hose

Divine monkeys roaming the plains & jungles left over from the endzone of a Hole

Safety for two points, field goal for three, TD for six, if a six was a nine rigamarol.

God gone into the back room of the front room, the living room or dining room etal

Simple minded and conceived by a divine accident of random collisions of gas, pal

What did you think you'd find, looked for your purpose for being here at a birth

A jewel that sparkles like the stars in the black void sky at night, seen from Earth.

Wind and the leaking sky that can't get rid of the H2O down below or bottoms up

Bones evolved from the rocks and the waves rolls upon the shifting sand, giddyup

Mud, muscle, blood, skin & bones, mind weak as the creators eggs & spermatazoa

Fiddle around with a deep-mix of zygotic matter, end saga, finale to the protozoa.

Guns and bows and arrows, spears and rocks to be chucked, thrown in our faces

Bumped off before our time, horror is that you get killed, like it or not, all races

Color of the skin matters as much as a byte of data from the matrix, girls to scout

All stars burning due to a Big Bang's heat & melted dreams, spaced out, time out.

Protagonist and antagonist to duel to the death, love for the beauty & beast place

Here and now, presence in the present that flies to the past as quick as future's face

Hell and heaven, mud and muscle and blood, skin and bone, a back way too strong

Carry on for the dead ancestral descendants, stick that in your pipe and smoke it!

Honeycomb full of the sweetness like two lips, ready to make more of the high life

Likewise that everything & anything is combined into this whole shebang, my wife

Love her, lover here, there & everywhere, hank of hair piece of bone, God's thanks

For being the greater of the grandsons, promise to forgive without bankrupt banks.

Pronto or just procrastinate as your post-graduate degree, pHd in west philosophy

Better or worse, simulated reality is as good as the thing that's reality's big trophy

Far out past the Singularity down to the vacuum-cleaned infospace, by jove, I see

Final ending, fading to black, light unseen & sound unheard, roamin' for the Party.

Huffing and puffing, the sack of dirty laundry is the evidence to convict the perp

Known to be the last one to know the whole truth and nothing but that gas burp

Intelligence of chipmonks and squirrels droppin' nuts & burying a tweeing bird

Spent fool's gold on the most valuable thing mankind calls treasure, tweet Word.

Walks in the woods were what I used to do when the Eagles tweeted the songs

Precious time in Space, aftermath of the birth and death, after makin' the loves

Create the modus operandi of the skies so blue, outerspace so black, lit bongs

Lasted as long as we could, disease & accident in the future, listen to my songs!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, IX- XXVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked this turtle dove out of the nest while loopin' on #TheEagles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dpWunfWaOSA?si=KqbHzji3Ru-qKne8 }

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