#GoldenGlobes @GoUP #Mimi #MARY @ZZTop

gUARDING THE  gRAVITY, AS IF IT  MATTERS TO GOD'S DAMES

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Disregard the words if and only if you don’t comprehend English, my father’s favorite quote
“Do you understand English, Rich?” Yep daddio, I did, majored in Philosophy, got your B.A. too
My pleasure to have served our country & our family at one and the same time, I’m way lucky
More than some & less than most, reality hits me every morning, first blink all day until dusky.

There is no grey area of clarity, it’s all black & white, easy to repeat ad infinitum, it’s a command
Not one of the ten but The Command from the commander of your soul, skippin’ up the middle
Between the life & death of the skin & bones, feelings of hopes & faded dreams dead, way gone
Nobody turned this world wrong-side down, it’s always been right-side up, come on man bones!

No duplication of the reality, you see, locked up in your skull, it’s all yours, shared or not, to be It
Necessary condition to be the essence, the essential argument is at the Origin & ends in a finale
You’ve got a burst, the heat is on high, radiating blown gas of many allstars, far away from us too
Ingested, digested, recycled matrix of filth polluted streams, rivers & lakes, God’s a son of a bee.

The tripping brain caused the mind to misinterpret the stimuli of reality, stillborn one day, funny
Fear of the mighty eater of everything we know & treasure, gold and family of One & the Many
Just you & me runnin’ the show we’re acting in, producing & directing the powers that be you(s)
On the flip side of the ignorance & the dawn of each of our purpose for living, there’s the blues.

Put in no more than you take and leave nothing on the table, let the losers believe they won it
When it comes to redistribution of wealth, we’re the experts who rob & pillage, too legit to quit
Sons of the people who drop drawers on the beaches of Malibu, Monterey and Mendocino sand
Property of the First Cause not the marauder or the crusader who died at the finale, every man.

Locked inside of the cage to keep the danger in check, nevermore is exactly what it sounds like
This is all we’re ever gonna get out of life, if we don’t get it now, there’s not going to be Again
One & done this Many times in a looping Deja Vous, climbed trees & stairs & thin air to Space
Time is a pace, fast or slow to get out of jail free, passing lane on the way lose my pretty face.

I am addicted to the breath & the happiness only some things I found could bring it, abundancy
Yes, she knows, my reality I got lost inside of, my first, my last, totally every God damned the sky
Off black & white, signs, lines in the sand or on cave walls, library shelved paperbooks’ dead sea
UNKNOWN SOLDIER blown to smithereens, locked & loaded, pie annihilation, immanent, open!

by
r j j stephan

 c.  Dimanche, 1-7-2024 Anno Domini @ 409 AMPST

{ Cracked this nut while loopin’ @BarryWhite #MyFirstMyLastMyEverything link @ https://youtu.be/bGuHM-76BrI }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#StandByMe #GodOnlyKnows #BrokenHalos ...used to shine...

WHY YOU’RE SO SHARP IN HEL-L.P.

System is a set game without your input & with or without you, God will go on living a big mistake
Blind faith in the leaders of the packs of strangers related by DNA, not the identical but close enough
Sisters and cousins mated to get the sons of the bastards we call founding fathers of the mutant ilk
Skies get cloudy but turn to blue eventually, just the disguise of the empty Void outside Earth’s milk.

No questions but many answers to the conundrum, silly fools without a thought’s conceptual fate
Of why they’re alive here & now, how many spirits would kill for your place in Time, they’re dead
Therefore, it’s all about this for friends and their enemies, loners & Trappist monks et al, mortal sin
It’s an inheritance you’ve blind faith in, it’s your funeral, it’s your move & you’re in no check, mate.

Now, you with me? It’s just a little further until you’re slammin’ your face into the padlocked door
Nobody gets in or out, it’s the way it is, shooter’s messenger Aristotle’s form, indeed Plato’s matter
Subjects and predicates involved in the deduced induction of conceptual analysis, before either/or
It’s a compound, complex final deduction, all in the mind’s eye of awareness, starlight predator.

Your ancestors left writing & complex secrets to hide the Truth from the mutant DNA mitochondria
Do I think & because of the blind faith that I’m thinking, anything at all, that that means I’m the Ra
Related down the line, of course, yet a piece of the original thing itself, regardless of the image, Me
Final end gets fake innocent guilty of seeking survival in the pain & suffering glut, land of the Free.

Fault of the First Cause is restricted from the inheritance of the First Fault, innocent of all charges
Names changed to protect the innocent of all the holy names of the divine & all too human dirges
So sad at the café, a long run from the inner city to the turnpikes and freeways of the pearly gates
Get a good buzz on before you dare to function without power in the darkness, Adam & Eve fates.

Eating this up, drinking in the holy water until it’s gone before you find out that it’s pure poison ale
Created by the rotten stench of the garbage dump, where crows & seagulls frequently dine in regale
Living and dying without consequence to the Void or the Singularity of warped Time in Space, man
Rain or shine, data generated will be deleted, eventually unaccesable to whatever is all too human.

Popped through the end, a stratosphere for just a second, body of bones gone, just a ghostly head
Of this that which I called myself, ego, super-ego & the Id, almost importantly the One that’s dead
Gets no epitaph on a granite block of formed eternity, the Thing that melts last but not least, bulls
Code is analogous to an impossible miracle occurring, making Time of masses of atomic particles.

Creased the blues in your faded blue jeans, it’s all you’ll have in the end, bottom blues a bit hidden
Nobody could ever observe what cyber-robots look like, literally all look like us in an angry lion’s den
Scooting like a baby just out of the womb, lookin’ around to explore the warm & cold of absent papa
As if that was all that was needed in the world was mama’s love, daddy don’t matter, just our mama.

Blues so bad, I compare this here & now to blues so bad you can’t take it, it’s all there is, wasted Time
It’s all on you whether you recollect it or not, you got to Earth caused by accidental orgasm on a dime
Not your mother’s fault, she didn’t know what was on your mind, wasn’t even created yet, it is done
Now or never, it begins without wisdom or knowledge, essence puffs of smoke, idiotic Don Juan fun.

A to Z, 1 to 9, manipulate data streams unto completion of the ins & outs of the systems ups & down
Touching until it’s finished, last one is all you can take with you, nothing else, matter itself ain’t round
Dream states of fifty nations of seven continents between the seven seas, wasted none of my Time
Always all about me since I was all there was, the obvious was the occult, the gods dropped a dime.

In my mother’s womb, it was not all about me yet, my father’s injection began the cyber-projection
Of movies and cartoons about the conjecture of the trajectory of being married or not for kids or not
Everything is a bit of a pass time between unconscious periods of being out like a light gets switched
On or off at the will of the thing itself, paws, hands, claws, kills to make it easier to eat ‘gone’ dead.

Happening here to the Supremes and the subordinates who pump up the air into the space above
Reality is on one scale for the dead and gone, they ain’t here & now nor are they anywhere in love
To say nothing more is the same as saying nothing less than all there is to say, silenced lips to pray
To the gods above & below this flat Earth, stars are burned out of the Past, twinkled at me today.

Without the dream, it’s dead air, nothing said, nothing moving, nothing breathing, nothing I am
It’s not my choice boys and girls, nuns, priests, all fish in the sea, ones who looked for you & me
Nevermore to find us here, we’re already gone, sweet things tasted between 3 course meals free
Kisses thrown & blown through the Space & Time confluence between your unflossed dentures.

Easy as the riders who never rode a lick on the turnpikes of the northeastern dirt & stone junk
Wanting and needing whatever your mother gives you from infancy until she kicks you into funk
It ain’t her fault, it’s all she could do, to magnify the importance of survival suffering like a fool
Pain is a warning that death may result if not tended to, in and out of the skull & boned cesspool!

Perfect wake up call for the #Woke among us in the civilized culture of everywhere on Earth, BAM
See it all flash before your eyes, memory of everything from the light to the dark of a Vietnam slam
Slayed the scared youngsters who didn’t want me in their rice patties & daughters of ex-GI’s run by
Believe the incredible and sit down for a tangible saga about goods that are both bad and so fugly.

Reality around before & after existence, I’m no authority but this appears to be above my pay grade
High as the blows that blew me away, yesterday, tomorrow & for certain, today without a deep fade
You & I have a lot of gall to give our opinion about why the universe exists below & above this light
Hunger and thirst drive the animal, on the other hand, there’s the mighty funk you can’t smell, It.

Blown air, phuckin’ strung out pipes of metal and wood, no joking around the blue lips downtown
To the Oakland Stroke it’s the Sacramento Slide from Compton to Eureka, it is all what it is uptown
Fill up empty buckets of the Void vacuum received from a free Cosmos, Words that matter, my son
Get higher for a good reason, addicted to oh well what the hell you gonna do, no fears to have fun.

Fix broken hearts right now, right before your very weary eyes, it’s a magic spell of the saxophonists
Putting out the blow on the bars of bass & treble, flats, sharps & just the natural high of the solipsistics
Knowing less than they’ll know when they’re dead, they’re still alive & now they know it all by rank
Mighty mice in the walls, runnin’ the mazes & then caput, mouth agape, rises soul with funk stank.

Love is selfless output, but the input was TNT-like explosions for eternity, Nothing made Everything
There’s pleasure and pain in it all, babies know it all, children find out the elders forgot it all, rave on
Brains and the mind inside that fears the final end of death of animated blood & bones, a love song
All you get to sing since it is a feeling without a soul, nothing can match it, it’s the original man, God!

My love won’t fade away so quick once you find that I’m all gone, never to return to kiss your neck
Or look over your left shoulder to protect your peace & innocence of evil, bad & ugly roam the deck
My warship may sail without you aboard, but my sonar & radar will suffice to keep you on the track
To where I’ll be right there on your fantastic voyage between the lines of royal blue & infinite black.

My kinfolk buried down underground in Chitown or between Iwo Jima and Saigon, staple rice paddy
We had the stockyards with the dead cow and pig blood wafting the windy city skies, escaped Laddy
Cub scouted Boy scouts and Girl scouts down to the Brownies, ethics and wrongs to be reversed life
Hearts and soul getting bloody from the One’s mental infraction of becoming more, split to infinity.

Get along little dogs in the runs of the kennels, mankind will do what it does & the dogs will survive
No free will, no choice but to survive at all costs, eating for the fear of mongrels stealing it all away
Able to leave in a second or two, makin’ sure you don’t forget all it takes to remain high in a beehive
Brought the best funny jokes for the chumps to pretend they get the punch lines, when it ain’t funny.

Punches in the breadbasket and the kisser leave the bullies fresh & bloody down by the shore’s lines
Monks quiet because their voice boxes have been removed by the proctor of the fool’s errand for me
Don’t remember the words in the chant to open the locked doors so I’m afraid I’m stuck outside here
Good and ugly do not have anything to do with the Evil, the Bad and rotten fruits of the grape vines.

Surprise party when just breathing is a bit surprise, added favors, spirits, cake & gifts, afterbirth’s day
Cyber gorilla apes and the arrested batch of vitamins and minerals that survived the big bang today
Moron works like a worm burrowing into an idiocrasy nevermore to see the light of hot, burning stars
Die today or yesterday as long as it’s not tomorrow, shake & bake your grandmother’s Tesla’s boxcars.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 1-6-2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Skipped out of the Jet jammin’ to @JeffDunham & @Seamus link @ https://youtu.be/TAFqQezzjf8?si=x8pHDTXq_F5BZNMz & HITlist of 1971 link @ https://youtu.be/x2sbnucEPTc?si=rLH3SkCTjvr0uMtS }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Psycho #Sycophants #WheresWALDO? #NadaJoker

SON OF JELLYBEAN JOE, SOUL CAN’T DIE OR CAN IT ?

 Force of air above & the ground we arrive alive upon below the filthy star dirt
You probably should stop reading to understand the Truth, it is so gonna hurt
Your balance of the inside & outside of your skull & bones is a matter of energy
Nothing is free, dude, liberty’s conceptual analysis yields no god of Humanity.

Astronauts & Cosmonauts came & went back to the place in Space we’ll not see
Everything we’ve been taught in every school in every culture since day One
Lone wolf in a mysterious conjecture of Why this petri dish of DNA’s blue sea
Imagine one cell of DNA, it evolves into you & I, the extinction of species’ fun.

Physically and emotionally a bundle of the dead poets & philosophers who died
Of natural or unnatural causes, according to the legends tattle tales, some lied
But which digital threat of fear & loathing is too sinister a Reality in 2024 AD?
Shutting down the power grid for the marines, the navy & the air force, I’m bad.

Words matter, thoughts evaporate & extinguish Life as we know it, nevermore
As it is, you thought God kept your consciousness’ recollection of birth/death
Instead, as Witness of the spacemen reported, THERE AIN’T A THING ABOVE
Doubt my essence of The Way’s free choice, Nothing but girls & boys in love.

Pity’s what the wild men & women need, it’s an industrial disease of a dire strait
Once the ticket to paradise is punched, the alligator ate the living entrails' fate
Follow nobody but your invisible father in heaven, absentee, pure wisdom’s tea
Eyes closed or wide opened to see the light, blinded conception, silent liberty.

You have plagiarized everything from A to Z in a sequence of ad infinitum sap
It flows as scat does down hill but none of it survives in the black hole PM nap
Singularity will blame nobody about anything, don’t worry now, just be happy
All you can do, every night and day from the first day it dawns on you, you die.

Like you needed to release the functionality of the corpus dillecti injection
The venom that created the events of cause & effect is the original infection
Recycle the things themselves, heart to heart, beyond good & evil invention
Female & clueless male is dumped conception to show how to be dead & gone.

One fallacious argument to persuade the invisible idiots mated, all dead & gone
Don’t say that phrase again, it’s disturbing to my adolescent children’s i-Phone
On the leashed reins of the wild dogs who obey nobody but a choker spike chain
Inherited, earned through hard, gold panning work, grave digging’ old man.

Comprehend ways to get from one end to another without dying in transit, sigh
You’ve no choice, y’all ain’t free to drown in the sea or jump off a cliff way high
Rational thought forces deduced inductive conclusion, counter argument tool
To be or not to be, no question asked, not even by an uneducated, unwoke fool.

#Woke morons’ wannabe this & that, fill in the blanks from semi trucker to clerk
Making more money on a salary or hourly wage than you’d get as a soda jerk
Since you’d be volunteering your time without recompense, you on a downlow?
Pride being privileged to serve the hell, black hole Singularity, above as below.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, 1-4-2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?