#Tricky #WAR #GypsyManDaddio

HURTING FEELINGS, ADDICTED TO YOUR SPREAD-OUT JUNK

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Full of your mother’s milk that she never gave you when you cried of starving

Happiness with that teat in the lips to suckle the dream for months, a formula fling

Darling dolls animate the sky that needed to be touched & deep kissed on the spleen

Even Italian, German or Russian or Chinese or Indonesian or any australopithecine.!

I kid you not with horns blowin’ Chicago riffs ‘tween composite drumbeats, a bad w#ore

On the floor or everywhere in the air of the headphones or concert halls, staring blindly

Into Space & Time before you have to return to reality of the ancestors of 25 or six 24

Invoiced payment made, paid in full, solvent, tiny pockets too deep to be an anomaly.

Thunder broke the silence, lightening invaded darkness’ sporadic flashes of brilliance

Had to roll with the punches or be swallowed by the mind’s eye, subconscious stance

Survive with the most possible leisure & pleasure without pain, that’s the ticket punched

Listen to one octave moving through the ether, into & out of your head’s jaw, munched.

We used to say, “I got you, I love you!” then it broke down in Time, high-heel peasant

For the apes alive and dead, all you get is everything pole to pole, astronauts lament

Laughing gas required to keep it up when there’s a reality that doesn’t deserve sheep

Like any other benign being in the universe, surprised to be alive, y’all #Woke asleep.

Greek men and women copulated to generate the alpha and omega men, it’s all I know

Haves & Have-Knots run the show, rule the roost, pretending it’s immortally a job blow

Pierce the invisible barrier as a bullet through silk, it’d be sad if it wasn’t so ludicrous too

She loves me she said, over & over again, I asked to be loved tomorrow just yesterday

Amazed, fixed like a traffic ticket before it enters the docket of a judge who hates judges

Honor, honesty, trustworthy \ loyal until the last heartbeat, like musketeer escrimaderos

Clear the docket, I am retiring tomorrow, having a coronary today, in ICU for the twilight

I couldn’t forget about you, forget about it…everything else within reason, it’s why I fight.

Bums and junkies just our cousins, children of the miscreants who mated without joy

All we got left is the kids without the golden rule to follow, altruism never implanted, boy

Girl got half but not the whole complement of the shebang, not their fault, couldn’t be so

Or maybe it could be so since it is so just once, it’s the biggest part of Me, take a blow!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 505 AMPST

{ Completo while jammin’ to @Ambrosia LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-WGfFlKIHzw }https://youtu.be/-WGfFlKIHzw

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Sodium Chloride of the Dirty Rockin' Piece of Stardirt & MOI

GOT WHAT YOU GOT BECAUSE TIME GOT OUT THE WAY OF SPACE

Betting no more than the gold in my pockets, all in for the call, I bet my hand beats yours, fly

Gods try to come down to Earth for a sorte of human females, don’t know why they multiply

Pink inside and burnt brown and black on the epidermal layer, which allows the privilege of it all

Complete with a partial implant in your jaw, check your six, your back is uncovered to bear pall.

Fabulous in every sense you can muster, knowing the opposite usually occupies Space & Time

Not today or tomorrow because history has already occurred in the future of the present, keep up

With the explanation and final conclusion in your arsenal that can’t be seen by the unanointed

It ain’t nothing personal, you ain’t screened & you ain’t clear for enlightenment, feel the crime?

What it feels like to be innocent and still charged with the guilt as if it was your own fault, dude

Chicks, I’m talkin’ ‘bout y’all too, deep inside of the conversational analyzation of concept food

Subjects and predicates shining the starlight on the blackboard, expose nekid Truth’s white sheet

Understand true that, total comprehension is a temporary lapse of reasonable gold, y’all gotta eat.

Brothers & sisters related like cousins above in heaven & down in hades, where angels fear to go

Utter satisfaction with having no desire, no need, nobody to care about to save life from dying so

Knowing that knowledge is impossible helps a bit, we’ll get over those red lights on the curves

Eyes shut tight yet wide open, seeing Nothing clearly, subjective nouns & action Love 30 serves.

Sounds mean something if and only if you agree on the definition of Word, it’s the thing itself

As it appears to the innocent perceiver with eyes wide open for the first time on Time’s life shelf

Smoke is happy, fire it hot to burn every atom into crumbled ash, dropped in gravity’s grave fate

Deep bury down below where archangels fear to go, can’t get up out of the hole, carrying weight.

Holy and red hot, unblessed and cold as dry ice, smokin’ freezing oxygen and hydrogen in & out

Grim reaper drinks down deeply to the center of galactic neutrons, protons & electrons in doubt

River of truth and lies flow to the infinite ocean to merge with the Void nature of your mama teat

In her arms we were, she kept us warm with a smile until the teeth bit the sore skin, kid got beat.

Spanked on a plastic diaper, no reason to understand why, cause effected mothers under the bus

That she loved you and would protect you being the immature mama who just had to be that way

Teenage mama can’t buy time, too much to be distracted by the addictions & play ‘House’ today

Babysitting for single mothers nets cash from the AFDC coffers & welfare kids now rule the US.

Here and now to save existence of animals and plants on all seven continents, dried-up wetland

Beaches or jagged, huge, stone rocky cliffs eroded by constant waves of the tidal pools inland

Hip to be a square or a Rubik Cube more sooner than later, I put the hurt on the innocent amigas

Not only am I to blame for the pain, the suffering but also the happiness they got rid of me arse.

Now & then you see through the veil to the actual nature of the beast within, it’s always the same

Fear and loathing as if it’s not you yourself, you really start trippin’ when the Truth unfolds fame

Books recorded in cyberspace, on compact disc, magnetic tape, 8 track, reel-to-reel, cassette split

Too tired to go on without a hip replacement, you know like I know, you’ll die once they slice it.

Y’all are in the know when you’re in the money, as the old song goes… duh do dah dah, la la la

It’s usually the same one over & over until the young delete the files & cover up the Truth as it is

In & out of consciousness yet awake as if in a dream while unconscious recording my super ego

The game and the score disappear into the ether once the corpse begins decrepit to the evil ends.

All pretentious for the sake of survival, ahead of the pack, you can keep track of ‘em in a mirror

Never need to cohabitate or commiserate with any of the minions or the literati of the stone door

Live for today, tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to produce itself ta mind, neither God’s nor this plebe

If & only if you resist the power, then you’ll be rewarded & be completely set, again, to be free.

Larger than a microscopic byte on a hard drive or a bit smaller than a huge byte, even steven

Broods got bred this way either voluntarily or via draft of unwilling to defend strangers of Zen

Recreated after annihilation without knowledge, just the power to be right when y’all on the ball

Nobody is right or wrong all the time except for the alpha and omega male, last call for alcohol.

Complete and impartial for the conclusion uplinked to be the only rational epitome of probability

Knowing Truth’s higher ground value of Gold and Gas flowin’ out of your behind’s high-end te

Keep your handicap down, win championship without your over drafting savings for wet dreams

Fortune cookie with no prediction to be ahead of the moment, graphic blank and empty schemes.

All is not alright, but you must deny the facts of life, your father didn’t tell you, nobody told him

Many centuries of breeders attempting to achieve perfection without an equal anywhere on Earh

Blood runs, gravity pulls, Space expands, Time measures burnt calories in a lean, mean machine

Recollection of any reason to be conceived, live & die in a hundred spins, more or less afterbirth.

Free to be dependent on the water and wine to wash down the body of the holy sheet

Most high and more low than the grapes that grow on the ripe vine, a meet and greet

Between the spirits inside and the ones outside of you that gain entry, imbibe, scream

Next day, getting hammered again is the only way to die, Life’s but a fickle wet dream.

Homer and Marge, well they have nothing on the parents of Bevis & Buthidae, fer shizzle

Blueprints have a plan to build a mountain of stone, brick & fiber glass beads give me a rash

Earth is the unholy name of the dirt, no feet to march or hands to clap, myriad of shyty fizzle

Doctors and lawyers trained for hours and minutes to interview people who donate cold cash.

Helping your body up off of the ground due to gravity’s attraction to your backbone & skull

Average or above, up to & including the genius, evil or better than the mostly good, ruler fool

Wink to show the joke is on the joker, punch line is crooked but if delivered right, it flies cool

Above and below the pattern on the surface, live, die, disappear and be forgotten, eat it all evil.

Dreamin’ a little dream of me tonight baby, it’ll be fine in the morning, I’ll disappear once again

Heart is all mine right? We don’t need to linger there when we’re awake, we’ll dream being Zen

Complete or not, it’s necessary to be sufficient to get to the end of the purpose’s logical reason

Accident your father met your mother, conceived, gestated to be born in blood and fetid water.

Kisses & hugs holding the bones tight, kept the inner sanctum inside invisible Jordan almonds

Found a wad behind the unworthy where they never look for anything valuable, safe diamond

Ineffable sound heard deep within where the sun never shines, a thing itself’s, shapeless double

Monkey see what monkeys do, apemen stuck in perpetual repetition of the 24/7 Earth wobble.

Hurry to wait until someone else takes so much time, you wind up being later than required too

Had to be ready to move from heaven to Earth once the love was made, it’s a dream trip of fools

What I was, I am & always will be, a convenient Truth wrought by the ancient command scrolls

Pink to ultraviolet purple in all wavelengths’ frequencies, dying, fading to black as lights go out!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August XVIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Cracked this emerald while jammin’ to @ChicagoTheBank #DreamALittleDreamOfMe in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0rhFYl2H-2g?si=23qDPquqmhR8Ocez }

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#NotAllTooHumane #Clapton #Satriani #Vai #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt ? #TraceAdkins #Pitbull #KamaKameleone @TheSimpsonsEdgarAllenPoe

HarrisTimmyTwoForNone

JUPITER’S RACIST NUTJOBS, SONS OF JOB, BY JOVE

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Five or six times in a lifetime, you, me & everybody else will do what love does to the genes

It ain’t our faults that the programmer was an evil genius who created us on silver screens

With or without compassion, it’s the mitosis & meiosis that are categorical imperatives, son

Why this Earth and other planets are like electrons going around a nucleus we call a Sun.

Did I say one word about the nature of this beast named aptly, One all too human nekid ape

Why, who, what, how, where, when pronouns and adverbs break into the inter-gender warp

If you think about it, assuming you follow logic & reason to deduce rational conclusions, die

It’s the only possible method to get out of the conception awarded to hand-picked egg pie.

It’s all from the 3.14 pi that can neither be divided nor multiplied, I read it in a dusty book

A tome in a library paid for by the profits of wise men and women who made a good buck

Upon the blood, sweat and tears of the great grandparents and their own great kin, I stand

This stardirt leftover of a Big Bang or another theoretical origin for Life in the universal can.

Argument again, not a word salad heated under a microwave oven radiation but a holy truth

Why you were born & why you’re here & now all answers uncovered by sweet pie fructose

Dead & gone, soul as well just like your precedent ancestral history, fictional spooky tooth

Hominid extinct sometime after say, 5000 A.D. & the writing on the walls’ cyberspace goes!

Nowhere to be found, nobody to find it, just a dead-end street of rocks that don’t roll again

Highlights and low lights are the same to a blind man or deaf woman, you hear & see Zen

It’s all there is to know at your final gasp of wind, remember memory flashing by imagery

Wine & whiskey leftover on the wedding party tables, you’re drunk & blind, kid rockin’ me.

Party hardy with the rockin’ melodies of word salads rhyming the sound of God’s One OM

Bitten hard by the vibrating bytes comin’ from my keyboard & widescreen display of foam

Right of center, left of center, all united in One center, coast to coast is a DNC besmirch

Oh, Chicago, my hometown, traffic ain’t going to be the same, remember 1960’s beotch?

Punks created from the eggs of burnt-out Chevrolet pig iron and grease monkey shining

From the ending in reverse, backward or forward, everything & nothing remains the same

Always includes sometimes, Space is limited to the surface of Earth, all too human fame

Frederiche resolves the conundrum so what you don’t know won’t hurt you, I’m whistling.

Beer and vodka and gin and whiskey and rye, drink or smoke damned Earth’s world peace

Harm to nothing and nobody is the philosophy of Extinction of Species, RNA programmed

Point to your sisters and mothers for the responsibility of keeping the species deadened

Higher than the high jump that any human has ever cleared in the olden days of Greece.

Homeruns, triples, doubles, singles, walks all add up to the mortal sins of the Dreamers

Asleep inside of a red hot womb, inside one of twelve rooms of old Zeus’ master baiters

Kill the babies because they ain’t borne into the air yet, that’s the key to extinction’s saga

You will be gone, everything will be gone, theoretically innocent, for the love of lasagna.

Apes repeating the history ad infinitum, ESP & high IQ combined to initiate the reaction

Nuclear split of hydrogen atoms in spontaneous combustion, fission-fusion mortal sin

Dead immortal souls on the floor of the battle, the War ends here and now, all over today

Happiness of beatniks and hippies caused the nuclear ending of War, so, just press play.

Brittle like the sweet and hard peanut butter, you know it’s hard but you bite it anyway, so

Die or live with it, even if you don’t reproduce your own kind, you’ll influence free to go

Interest in logic, reason, ancient wisdom, current affair application, that’s what all men

Jump the shark, the fin is jammed into the open glory hole where the sun doesn’t shine.

Of course, I’ll stay on course for the surprise ending that even a psychic couldn’t guess

No encore after the curtain falls, the stage’s characters & scenery disappear into thin air

As if they were never there in the first place like a dream within a dream of Edgar Allen Poe

Symbolic vowels and consonants compounding the predicates, subjects & objects of roe.

Said it all without uttering one word, a look and an eyebrow wrinkle cause unrelenting fear

Loathing the very ground these chumps are conceived upon, I mean both the One & Many

As if the rats in charge are not our cousins of cousins, whether acknowledged or not, dear

Explore the wilderness outside of your skull for the good, the bad , all ugly & a pretty penny.

Here’s sunken treasure you’ve overlooked, your highness, my lord, golden calf filet mignon

Without the right kind of gas in the air, you’d suffocate & be dead in a New York Minute, son

Elevate your ego’s subconsciousness back up to Nirvana, know it’s a holy, sweet cherry pit

It’s optics and audio, inside of a groovy tube that turned into a digital display of bull’s shyte.

Far out away from here where we stand, sit & sleep, a colder rock can’t be unburied, moon

I know nothing yet I believe you know a thing or two, the clash is the day or night so soon

After you’re all born and raised, retired for the duration on your pension & reverse mortgage

Hippies and beatniks drown under the H2O, they groomed century old love, Plato the sage.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, August 14, 2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Dripped from the leaking faucet before the dam broke & released the deluge all over the garage’s cement floor, while listenin’ to #IGotARockAndRollHeart @Eric_Clapton on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNMfXRQxHFg }

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