#BrokenHaloween

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FOOL ME MORE THAN ONCE, I AM A RIDDLED JOKER

There has always been an Earth spinning & wobbling around the ecliptic, forever & ever

My life began as a conception in my mother’s womb, many thanks to the paternal orgy

Turned into the name of the best burger joint in the USA, in the whole world, @InAndOut

Expert in placing the said morsel inside of my pie hole without any god’s damned doubt.

Inside of your head is your fertile mind without a clue, it’s not free choice, it’s embedded

Deep, sequential presentation of all gas, liquid & solidified beyond expectation, that said

Filed and whittled away to shape the form into an exquisite piece of work, gold standard

Silver works too but then there’s Lead, just a few electrons away from the gnostic card.

Aces and Eights are the cards spinning around inside of your tiny skull, winning the game

Matter and formed shapes of animated beings from virus to Bigfoot, Yeti & all too human

Fake societies & cultures built in isolation of the Big Bang, an unknown flipped a blind tip

Truth is, nothing exists somewhere, no place in Space accommodates Time’s battleship.

Sat back to be entertained by the sound comin’ from the recorded treble & bass of noise

White Noise or the other type, Black & Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, fearing deep purple toys

Injected until the junk got rejected by the host of the most terrible and terrifying old boys

Around for longer than they should have been, they ain’t food & would not exhibit poise.

Scale up or down from the original because you can, I can, we can, they can, all can-can

To the rhythm and syncopated beats of the ups and downs on the scale of Do, Re, Mi, man

Hits or not, the world has it laid down, if you hear it & it’s for you, you will know it’s true or

Mistakes and illusions interject their quality into the mix, providing no win-win for failure.

Value of Nothing for everything is obvious if you have no blind faith in the occult, unseen

Know it all gave you the slip, left all the questions for you to ask, dreamin’ what has been

Ancestors and descendants with the same fate as y’all & my little ol’ form post-mortem

Dust to dust, began as it will terminate, Standing, Legend, candle flame got cold, I’m out!

Supreme fake notion of divinity and creation from Nothing but The Void’s love-neutrinos

It’s unconditional as an argument that assumes the truth of premises without analysis

Around a bend, it was & will always be, conceptual mythology’s situational awareness

Reason, backdraft weapon-tool, reminds One & the Many that this Life is all that blows.

Bright supernova or imploded singularity’s shadow, either way or both, notwithstanding

I can see the imagery in the fog of war, dead & gone heroes and villains, left us this thing

All we can remember is how our family treated us, all good, bad and ugly trips y’all send

Backflipped off of the high-dive into 16 feet of clear water in an aqua-stained deep end.

Fruits from the trees in the garden of Eden, we ate them all, apples, peaches & pears

Cherries and plums and watermelons sprouting up from the holy ground’s high charge

Awaiting the weekend for the people who can’t see the forest through the spruce trees

Harkened those who gave me a helping hand but they’ve died of boredom imagination.

All had mamas & papas, had instruction in psychic reading, ways & means of a US flag

Nothing more nor less than all your Time in Space, at your will together in my saddlebag

Magic spells or pure serendipity, either say the Wishes are my commands, blue smoke

Appearance of the thing itself, your inner self in stormy weather, chokin’ smoke of a hag.

I was sixteen & seventeen wreckin’ my papas family transportation, stopped playin’ ball

It was a transition of the breath blown even into hyperventilation, hook was trippin’ to fall

Fun with the young ladies I figured for certain with a US Air Force uniform, khakis or blues

Jerks with rednecks and old-school gangland style tactics, useful for wars between peace.

Think outside of the cube’s surface, at once and in each and every case, suspend judges

Supreme down to the circuit and without prejudice, city, county & state in their own right

Knowledge and the wisdom to wield it at the right time, Golden Rule laid down to a score

Began with a Big Bang & will end in an inaudible whisper, as a sanctified-crucified whore.

Neither right nor wrong, either bad as evil or good as the best of the most beautiful face

Once or twice if you’re one of the lucky ones on one of these continents, as we drift away

We warped magnetic poles where nothing but UFO’s can go in & out, like a drive-in movie

Not frightened to fight the battles with sticks & stones, I’ll go out kickin’ & screamin’, see?

Sexual healing may or may not work for everyone, but it was designed by the random mix

It’s fine that you think that you’re mine & that’s good for me, good for you, we got the licks

Awaiting A-Z alphabet soup to become a best thing since sliced bread, wheat, white or rye

Hall of mirrors prevent the narrow way to be exposed to the uninitiated substitute on high.

Once preparation has been achieved, follow the tracks of my tears to the place I will be

Deep, I’m down where I know I remain in solitary, confined when it takes two, me and you

So lowdown because it’s karmic recompense, inevitable, another war between One state

Only human men and women futility under pressure absolves us from guilt of free will bait.

I screamed at birth, I can’t recall though, could have been stillborn, gone back to the soup

Cosmic plethora full of atomic matter to keep Life animated & onto eternity’s infinite loop

Hello and goodbye to all who hear & know what that means, sunshine in Maui’s pocololo

Caught up with runners before the finish line, passed the line first, no photofinishing glow.

Listing of the listeners for the masters facilitates in communication killin’ the word, it’s God

Sound of The Word is the magic that princesses who become queen covet like a ’57 hotrod

Back seats a safe place to hug and cuddle with the honey bunch at the drive-in for 10 bucks

Arby’s beefs & fries masticated in front seat, drinkin’ a coke, puff Kools, down #Headducks.

Look over your shoulder baby, if you die, look over your left wing while you fly up to the sky

Call my name, remember it well, you just whistle, put your lips together and let it all blow

Real things all set up for the fall, nothing you nor I can do about it, Fate & random chaos’ It

Perceive and receive, will to power is no fantasy in reality, it comes around has got to split.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, June XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted in one ear with #hits & THE OTHER wide open to #MOTOWN hits @ https://youtu.be/wNQoERjZGis?si=pIOEVsOZDjMJS8mG }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Arrowsmith but there's also @Aerosmith #1981tTOP40 ... PETTING PARTIES KILLED MY SPUNK in 1965 A.D. I will find you!

SOME OLD NEWS FOR ME, THE DEAF & DUMB
Got cold beer in the ice chest, we’re wettin’ lines in the pond, bobbers goin’ up & down too
Just like the old days before we graduated from summer high school, on to another Frosh pool
Of boys and girls 17 to 19, onto 20 & 21…grad school to 23 or 25, never worked, teach stipend
Influenced the thought content assigning the reading & discussion of the same old, same old.

Fools run in where angels thought quicksand didn’t need to be for fallen souls already gone
One step beyond the shore where you can’t look back to see what disappeared into thin air
Used or new, matter and energy have no influence over the rigor mortis’ verve, out of there
Just like rocks rollin’ out of the volcano holes, lava’s tiny squirts of unscientific, fictional fear.

Scared of dying, scared of living alone, you and the others inside, the Id, the Super Ego & you
Up and down for the heads to bob over where my space is, five or six square feet, stand-down
Group of One’s dairy queen’s, the cows producing milk without calves, all too humane, dead
Naked as skin can be seen it it’s colored forms, with the hair, no white, brown or red of head.

You’ve been trippin’ since that first hit of LSD your “friend” popped into your big mouth at 16
This whole world still appears to be the flashback in loop, living forever even turnin’ hat-tricks
Winning or losing at games that have no rules other than the ones in the box, Jane’s & Dick’s
All in your face when you win and in a funk for days when you lose, no kissin’ #Juneteenths.

High down & low unto the ceiling, downtown and uptown, down and up country, alive, asleep
Day is a spin around to the night’s darkness, turned mama Earth’s face away, to grow so deep
Below the core, inside of the magnetic vibrations, like you get sitting on the beach, in the sand
Dunes of moons put it all to rest, all there is, sunny stardust, in & out of This Downfall of Man.

I drank the alcohol, the brain malfunction was addictive, helped bring you back, so way gone
I smoked the leaf, whacked my mind’s eye back into the cerebellum for keeps, made me moan
Fine or not, it’s the way it is, I got high, you got high, we’ll get to the end just to drop the dye
Stoned and rockin’ on the slide, gliding to the finish line, it’s comin’ up ahead, even gods die.

You and the whiskey are talkin’ to me from Tennessee or California, and it don’t matter either
Could have been a dream, it’s just a recollection of causes and effects of scat that don’t matter
To the wavelengths and frequencies, I raise my glassful of Tequilla that comes out of hindsight
Eagles fly and they die too, alive from fertilized egg to the extinct feathers & animated flight.

Monsters underneath my bed when I was seven or eight, angels & devils came out church
Taught me to speak Latin and serve mass to the masses, honor priests, cardinals’ dad-pope
My mines full of emptiness I relish and have no problem hiding in plain sight, invisible chill
Drunk? I’ve been. High-Mind? #FlashBack runs in a loop, I am, I think, at least I’m all cool!

In bed with the evil that eat you bones and all, they don’t care if you’ve got a PhD, masters
Treasure is the place that you’ve got to flee from, to get away from the stench’s poison water
It kills your kids & your horses, you let them drink first and they die, you got no ride, no kid
Now, the hot heat’s on cold, frozen ice until there’s a cure for the disappearance of spirit-Id.

Until then, make amends, all needs to be even-steven, you can’t bring a knife to a gunfight
Know what I mean, or the disadvantage will result in your last breath in history, out of light
Heartbeats and thoughtful renderings of inner feelings that resist expression, hard rocker
Told me lyrics to rhythm’s rhymes and meanings of thoughts that disappear in a thin air.

Resist the attraction as you must, if you submit to the magnetic pull, y’all will immerse
Within the heavy metal sight and sound that tastes & smells like it feels, it feels adverse
So unfavorable in fact, that even though you aren’t aware, you and everyone are #AtOne
Try to be that way when you’re already there, fool’s errand, sleepin’ in a desert, my Son!

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r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, June 20, 2024 A.D. @ 111 PMPST

{ Crafted this 2-a-day GEM while jammin’ to @JimiHendrixBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TG5KkY6idyE?list=OLAK5uy_lwNlG5KASFF8t6Ea5wdoBil7oARJ9ImL8 }

c. Jeudi, June XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

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W.W.A.R.D.?

YOU GOT SOME OLD NEWS FOR ME, I'M DEAF & DUMB

#ExcitementContained #HEART & #BabyMonkeyBackwardOnAnOinker #StairwayToCielo #HowFarIsHeaven?

CASTING ASPERSION-SPELLS, BABYAPE FORTE

Your parents forced you to behave with a set of moral rules inherited from dead bones

Correct me if I’m wrong but fully consume the force-fed fodder you’re about to receive

Beginning with subjects & objects, we predicate them with young Dick & Jane children

On to Aristotle & Plato’s Socratic dialogue between savants & ignorant masters of sin.

Above and below, the politics and economics rule the roost, keeping order of all things

Once a cell splits in mitotic excitement, it’s nearly out of control in it’s duplication rings

Around the Rosie or around the block like Jenny, it’s all a dance around Stonehenges

Crop circles for all with a summer solstice to boot, rebooting ad infinitum, Simon says.

Before your brain programmed in code, nonsense of the Word-Up, no word went down

Fresh as the air before the seed split in two, it was peace and solitude of the Superego

Nothing before nor after the thought of this and only this, I and only I am the One, it’s so

To me, this world doesn’t exist For Me, if it exists without me, it ain’t my damn concern.

While I’m still breathing with a steady heartbeat, low BP, low Cholesterol & the Eve lady

High or low for the #Woke down the middle of a road, stayin’ alive to avoid a wet dream

Skepticism satisfied by the revolutionary awareness that Life is indeed solipsistic candy

Coddle your dense decisions in a knuckle sandwich, completely chew, don’t swallow it.

You are a cool #Foody and you know your scat doesn’t have the doom odor of mankind

You get the vitamins and minerals from the salivates of the dog-god mouth you all find

Then the wasted mastication is removed in several napkins, a nuisance to wait staffers

Garbage, refused trashed delicacies of human pie-holes, dumped ocean, Pacific Sur’s.

You’re making the comfort level too high, your footballs bounce and are bound to fail

No Safety, Extra Point, Field Goal or Touchdown for the boys and girls to scissor hail

Who stretches before a mastication of candy that will jack your mind into oblivion hehl

Clubs are a bit tight so I’ll need to stretch out my yodel for the pending roll in the hay.

Why is your face full of make-up, because of hot, bright lights or the wrinkled reality?

Try not to look at the reflection of your form in a mirror or calm pool of liquid, salty sea

Real intelligence found by the Artificial Intelligence’s due diligence and pending doom

Part your hair down the middle until our bald ancestry becomes our empty headroom.

Sense and immersion in deep where it all began, a chaos of pitiful pre-scat growth

History is hysterical I hypothesize with rational yet unprovable assumptions, an oath

That I’ll be prepared as a cub scout in a wolf pack, outside a lion’s den of arrowhead

Snake-bit on a hike, died all alone in a cave near the bank of an American riverbed.

Heights way down under the surface where nothing floats or flies above it but rebels

Like it or not, disobey the laws regulating all too human behavior & you pay the piper

If you are ignorant of the law & break it, you still must pay the piper, it’s your debt fools

If you die during the violation through your own or other firearm or sheath, sing blues.

Vikings to Wisemen who are all leftovers from the battles and wars, lost & won in vain

Couldn’t take it past the rigor mortis and all that you don’t want to know, maggots rain

Staying alive in the middle of threats to end your animation in this dream of a demigod

Do the math, add to One, you’ll find out, Buddha & Christ drive a 1957 Chevy hotrod.

When you sleep, when you can’t remain awake, it’s the same as being dead, you see

Pairs of triplets and quadruplets could repopulate the ancestors’ DNA, miracle that I be

Acid in the solar Big Bang at 93 million miles, here & now we are Earth, y’all too human

Boys, girls, men, women, animals, insects, plants, microbes, out the Singularity of Man.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Copped a Sneak while writing this piece of dog’s god, forward & backward while jammin’ to #DeletedSenesSTRIPES LINK @ https://youtu.be/BOtsAHB5fAc?si=Vg4zzhq_Bte8FQH1 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?