#FishForFree #FireInTheHole

LEAK FROM A QUANTUM 1ST CAUSE OF SPACE & TIME

What are you hacking into the system's plausible deniability, iron curtain is a meme

No rust or any fire in the hole, black funk wreck on the highway with or without me

Road rage moving the oligarchs to impose the #MarshalLaw inherited from cavemen

Getting the luck to give up the ghost and allow the universe to express mortal sin.

Bolts drilled into both sides of your neck to control the charge of your power in L.A.

All of It and none of It push and pull the energy that animates your bone buckskin

Stuffed with the pablum of your green and yellow food for thought, own the hoopla

Driven into the pockets of the billiard table from hell where only the 8 balls go in.

A chameleon to rupture the dimension you occupy, changing shape and shade too

Form to be here and now, with or without you & I, as a fly on the wall, I'm kinda blue

Reason and rhyme won't do the sentimental journey any justice, it's a cruel solo duel

Nobody else other than the one within, same one in the light and the dark, gold rule.

Silence and the white noise of utter chaos together forever, on Earth & Heaven above

Punch you in the face and feel the knuckles pass through the skin and bone to the ID

Where the personality stays for the duration of the pain and suffering, pleasure love

All for the sake of avoiding Death, retaining breath, safe & sound, my world born free.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, April 2nd, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @WARtheBand #TheWorldsAGhetto link @ https://youtu.be/VmheOZtLn3U }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ParkItOrAnnhilateYourSpark #NealYoungWillRemember #WhereTheGovernorsTrue #FunnyCarsDraggin

A VOID EAGLE SWEET HOME I SAID, I LIED, I DIED

If Time is the same thing as Money, then Matter is the form itself, not a god Am thing

Out the muddy water & rocks that rolled on down a cinematographic slippery sloping

Insider of the Earth demands that you are of it and neither below nor ever above It all

To be of It, to be one and only one I'll ever be, y'all reincarnate in a rude, woke brawl.

Pi 3.14 on the thin line to triple without reaching what it takes to drop on a rifle sight viz

Multipled all that there was to divide the compound into it's most uncommon substance

Atoms of the thing itself without being more or less than Nothing at all, All those charms

Bring your pea-shooter to the gunfight, get ready and set to draw, one or both firearms.

Eternity is a byte of the immortal body to consume until the Void is left, chaffe of Empty

Egg or molecule, neutron, planet or moon pie's hole in the sky, crackin' humpty dumpty

I have had my final call to answer the question I never got asked, "Do you wanna crack?"

Up to bat with two outs and a full count in the bottom of the ninth, losin' One to Jack!

Bored by the pool of ennui that overflowed from the river Styx, now a pond to a lake to a sea

Glad or sad, a clown's face painted on the skull, empty head vacuum of thoughtful mediocrity

I will draft your mothers and fathers and leave y'all youngsters behind to fend for yourselves

Only the strong beasts will survive the onslaught of Extinction of the Species, god-nazi elves!

I dropped the bomb on you & me from the jet flyer 8 miles high, before the end of days I'm in

Lost the bones ability to move to & fro due to the soul's blood flow ceasing & desisting co-Sin

Meaning actions, words and all that there is from birth to death, all a sham, meant less than 0

All for One & One for All lucky ones, it was my pleasure to serve A Mass, lips together & blow!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  April Fool's Day ONE, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted in company of @LynyrdSkynyrdSpiritSouthlandBammyFLA link @https://youtu.be/x0njSOZ5M3w }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CareerAdvisorRetired #FigureItOutInABrickHouse

 

DISGRACE, IN A DRAG RACE FOR ONE HAPPY ENDING

What kind of a piece of refused, digested food are you anyways, mortality just driftin'

I know what I know & it's impossible to hold Truth within my head's safari, I'm surfin'

Liberty in a livery stable, where the haystacks meet deep underground on hickory dock

What good does all of the evil do for the ones who are about to spend life on the clock.

Father gave me the wheels to roll with ease, up and down the second city's boulevards

Fallin' in love with my high school girls 'cause the college girl sisters all moved far away

Pennance for the guilt of the Catholics, Christians who fall for Blind Faith's rockin' roll

Godman-made, unarmed missiles of an atomic age's atonement of a Lapis Lazuli soul.

Holy hard rock, core to surface, dust trash of one Big Bang, leftovers, a fractional zero

Pink punks and the mater intercoursers who cause every effect until a singularity blow

Implode on the self & the elements of hydrogen & oxygen, annhilating mortality's sin

Check out this tale, you are an instant conception, planned or not, to live, to die, begin.

Monkeys aping the activity of culture, living, mating, dying, ad infinitum, mock divinity

To not be here now & never to have ever been here at all is UNREAL, out of the picture

I think, therefore we all are the thing itself, the Earth's animated bug-like bones of God

If we ain't divine then we're exhaust-garbage, shadows in black UV light, we a hot, rod.

Spelling, phonetical appropriation of the Word, sound of the spheres, to be & not to be

Repeat once more & then don't stop until you're as naked as a day you were born free

Grim reapers perfection is that there's no consolidation, it is what Is & it's everythings'

Matter, cosmic dust to smithereens as if there's no infinite father, sons or holy ghosts.

Born to be aware, to be conscious of being alive, above or below this here thing itself

Orphaned or raised unto fruition, poor and rich terrestrial funk, ladies' germs top shelf

Evil lurked within then came out for the party, worn out from the drug & booze stupor

Entered a genie's bottle & got held back forever without The Rub, a Wish, Holy Whore.

I heard the shotgun shell load into the chamber's slide to sever life from the organ fair

3.14 everything under this burning 'pi' of gas consumes itself, for the sake of the Terre

Eaten in a garden of paradise grass, the one who has it all, the One almighty thing I am

Consuming all of the cache, as a bone of meat, my form's dream ends, a shaman sham.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted out of the infinite empty Void while listenin' to 2 1/2 hours of the Sweet Memories of #MotownGreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/J3WwuW1Ebyc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?