END OF YEAR #POWERSTROKE #CommonGrounded #GoodGodHappyNewYear2025 @Eminem & #TwoTrailerParkGirls ... goin' 'round the outside!

I FOLLOW THE NEWS, SAME OLD BLUE, FLAT SHARPS

Gods were here and now they’re all gone and it’s the way it is now both above & below US

There’s no point to drawing a picture from one straight or crooked line that winds to a circle

This here, right this moment is all there is inside of your mind, other data has uplink-bleed

Creep up and down the corridors of the matrix maze you’ve appeared in, to star as a lead.

Once or more than a million times, I have related your mother to the poor lady seed pod

Throws up the babies to increase the monthly income from the powers that be you & me

Two or three (tree) more times and the end of all good times is all that’s left, you’re all in

Can’t become a dot when you’re a line or a two-dimensional shape of Pavlov’s Doge coin.

What I am is what you are, living matter that will not last the century’s causes of effects

Miraculous search has been abandoned for the mundane absence of malice to sexists

Plague kills the living to make room for the cleared palate, we’ve erased your memories

Slate to be or not to be, invasion or exile, either way you’re all gonna die, god-eye sees.

Woke can’t wake up, can’t fall asleep back into the sugar-baby coma for the colored Id

It’s the gamut from deep purple, ultra-violet to infrared & the bovine scat fed to every kid

On or off of Planet Earth, the leftover chit floats about the burning gas-balls of stardust

Incompetent as you know yourself, sensations show sensational & exaggerated disgust.

BBQ’d animal crackers assume animated cell-forms, DNA/RNA combos of fission fashion

Pinned to the pine trees you see from 8 miles high above pop rocks of atomic subdivision

Second city you emerge form a swam of Lake Michigan trolls & drones to retrieve big balls

Jesus’ quotes The Prophet, a frozen-stiff God’s sons of creation, Souls’ fall to welfare rolls.

I will what happens, all in front of my woke-face, persuasion of others is a misnomer’s spiff

I kicked you in the low-hangin’ fruit, the family jewels, hear screamin’ Angus of AC/DC, a riff

You know like I know once you’ve progressed beyond the mercy of the welfare department

Popstars pop out of the toaster with tart fruit, manna of champions from a Jetson’s toaster.

Force you into the round hole, you’re a square, four lines meeting the four points leftover ilk

As you know, nobody knows anything, sights & sounds of the stars we call Zeus’ kids’ milk

All the dead men & women who lived since the Power allowed evolved apes to get hell bent

Everyone would have been surprised by the mystery of struggling to survive a punishment.

Since the water has been evaporating out of the atmosphere due to the orbit’s wobbling

Soon the continents’ shores will increase the sight of the crags exposing Earth as asteroid

An accidental effect of the Big Bang is Life on Earth, there’s no other star in the universe

We are all there is, what you see in the black sky at night is the blanket over your fear-Void.

Enough will never be enough for the whole shebang, the rainbow trash is the fuel for Zeus

Humility within is exposed by jealousy of all fungal infections we call our elected, ewe puss

Monkey shines, pre and post your mother’s labor, father’s random-mix of the slippery slope

I ain’t gonna say this twice, if you listen & navigate the rest of your life story, it’ll be all dope.

Tiny and simple to huge and complex, a dot transforms into shapes of animated, aired acid

Came from sunshine’s photosynthetic modification of the thing itself, One pretentious Id

Before your conception, you can’t recall but there was either Fear & Love evolved to mutate

Egg & seminal fluid is It, what you are ain’t a god’s daughter or antihero son of a gun’s date.

Revoke & resign are not viable options, all you get is dead air, a body of work, piece of work

Fallen or just trippin’ on the formula retrieved from commandments on slate rock for a dork

That prehistoric modification of blind faith’s belief in Nothing absolute, First Cause antihero

Pals of Bad-Built-Bush-Body, degenerate savages are the progeny of our gods, I add to zero.

Comic books with funny jokes between punks and their animals, generate the mirth of gods

Laughing their invisible soul’s arses off, there’s reason for madness, I will cause extinction

I drank all of the leftover bowls of cereal cow milk and sugar, sweetened my cavity function

Pulled the rotten roots out of the maxilla & mandible with a shot of nonvaccine Nova Caine.

Ski & skate as a substitute for crawling, walking & sprinting, point A to B, a Clarkfever fizzer

If and only if the boredom will be too much to take, only then terminate DNA & RNA’s uplink

What will happen then, what will you do then when Scat hits the fan und spreads like butter

All recycled matter we call food, dedicated defecation, no drinks stay within, it’s all in sync.

POTUS’ toughness gets a blow to the noggin and goes into the power-stroke of the millennia

What I am is what I got between my ears, non-material mind of different strokes, what the…

Gods in the dams to keep the river waters from the melted snow atop the high lander peaks

Kids rock just has hard when it’s the softer and kinder rock of ages, prehistoric funky geeks.

Locomotion is mocking the revolving & orbiting pieces of dirty galaxies only dead heads see

Ate dogs, cats, cattle, horses, goats, pigs, sheep, snakes & live elves, all too humane to be

Off color ultraviolet waves turn into infrared frequencies that were never here or ever there

Spatial timing is everything, nothing is more important than that, avoiding extinction in fear.

Running the dozens, you’ll never even know, poets don’t even know it, no fate of protocol

With the leftover stardusted sand, the hydrogen & oxygen are artificially intelligent, like #aI

My father Al, artificially dreamt that a dream’d come true, it did, here I am, hereditary sloop

Deep Space is empty of wisdom & knowledge, goddess’ drones filling womb-cosmic-soup.

I have the trump to cancel-out your powerful acey-deucy high-balls, I will lay low to the end

Finale will eventually finalize a contract, signed on a dotted line and then logged in heaven

No fire and brimstone will annihilate the yuletide logs in the fireplace, placed Hell’s kitchen

Near a melting pot of every race, sexual menudo of 208 bones of a cultural collection of sin.

Amboy’s Dukes & girls into dead Folkes, terminated via age or accident, answer the phone

Pretention of naked-ape children who’ve graduated out a Universe’s university, mind-blown

Common ground keeping us down, all gravitational pull of the wobbling revolution, my orbit

Crowned and finally left grounded skull & bones, buried, burned, pulverized “Never Forget!”

Now you see it, then you don’t, emptiness inside of a deep hole, eating ducks, cats & @Doge

I’m your father & your mother’s father hence, you are what I am yet one of us is a cool rogue

Infinite periods between sentences download paragraphs’ phraseology, simple fools’ pools

Genes demented forms of liquids & gases turned solid, wasted dump of uneducated fools.

Bums and brutal junkies filling out forms for the games of hens & roosters, illegitimate eggs

Been what you’ve been, off of the throne when gods’ deaths’ go goo-goo doll, drag of dregs

I am nearly gone; I’m goin’ to a #GoGo with the smoke of @Smokey & shebang of a miracle

Force One, dead yet not gone, no more death & suffering, Hohoe Xmas, 2025’s Hell’s Bell.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Drafted during the #FinalShow of @Armstrong_Getty #ClipsOfTheYear @ @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650 #GitSome #ObviouslyNotJoeBiden while jammin’ later to @WARtheBand link # https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=5MnFZWWDx7x156at }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrazyAboutYouBaby #BlowinSmoke @SmokeyRobinsonUndTheMiracles #Doubleback @ZZTop #WalkYouToTheDoor #GimmeAKiss #AllThatsGood @MontyPythonAndTheHolyGrail

RODIN, RODAN & ROSEMARY CRUISIN’ TWITTERIN TO A-GOGO

Philosophical conundrum is on the table, no dessert today just a punch on the chin

Kicking me in the head now, I am woken from being awakened with a kick in the shin

Fine lines drawn from one point to another but after two points, it’s three to infinity

Zeroed in on your mother’s womb, where we all come from, where even you can see.

Glowing orb is not only this but it’s also that, no gods just stars’ dots of light, no Zeus

Sparks of the starlight called hot stuff, that’s all there is and there’s Nothing but Bruce

Scat in your guts & you can’t get this out of your blocked colon, concrete scat of blues

Punks murder themselves, greasers’ combed hair follicles into frequencies’ flat waves.

Power flows until The Final Ending, a finale worth waiting for the happy new year’s cheer

Sadness and disappointment come with love and the loss of It, there’s no need to fear

Superman & Underdog know the score, always beats losing, Winning, I’m Winning it all

No casino, dice game or cards’ Rummy for dummies, looking at cards to avoid lyin’ eyes.

Minds blown leave no chaffe and nobody recalls who or where they were, all mute points

From the first to the final dot in the matrix, solid waste in your holy belly rots all your joints

Killing the host won’t help the defendant dependents but the annihilation of missile’s TNT

Dynamite TNT is A1 birdie flu, you will get sick & die, facts of life, species has no way to see.

A foot in front of the other, step by step, inch by inch on the ground, 1 step up, 2 steps back

Don’t take a sure bet since nothing is certain in principle nor in reality, its in Santa’s ol’ sack

Presents under a Christ’s Cross, named Christmas Tree, every house in the Pope’s purview

Coast to coast on every piece of dry land, 7 continents and tops of mountains below Blue.

Bodies from one cell to the other looking for a Saint named Nick, Nicolas, Nickie or Claus

I blew the top off of Secrets of the shepherds are divulged, we’re the chaffe of a divine boss

Knowing a thing or two is impossible but it’s important to discover that you’re one of a few

Dreams I woke up from & regarded as trips of the ladies & germs they populate for the view.

In the pinch, there’s nowhere to go when your back’s up against the wall, just run away now

Don’t delay your returnit will never happen, go forward young woman, aft or off a ship’s bow

God’s blood isn’t red inside of the host, blue-purple deeply infused, iron ore of solar power

Everyone with the starlight within, that’s every life from virus to eagles, I’m in an ivory tower.

Words out of everyone’s pie hole caused the history of this wobbling world, Gods’ dirty job

Bodies fall like The Spirit & got this and that inside of your bowels, it deserves to be banned

Bringing your mother to your father’s funeral was a trip to die for, awesome God’s a hot blob

You know it, we all know but we forgot as if it’s never happened, no strike-out, I get fanned.

Three up & three down, innings of the outings end when the game’s over, I’m winning, loser

Roots underground to suck the Void’s power, can’t get higher than your skull’s top shelf hair

Long or short, nothing can stop the animation except a deep sleep you can’t awaken from

Guilty of being innocent constantly, my protocol is desire is to stay alive on crap of a bum.

High earners and low consumers fill the holy and sacred dirt with hope, faith & free charity

Love you and the things themselves, form & matter both are all there is, in a naked, big city

Money & the gold rocks it represents is a barter tool for the Haves & Have-Nots punt kicker

Be the Ball, shoot or pass it to win the game, you missed too many shots, give it up, loser.

You just woke up? It’s now getting real so wipe the sleep out of your eyelids, suck a pacifier

Sand in your skivvies and bikini bottoms, it’s time to go surfing at Big Sur, wet suit on Lucifer

A black veil on Life, death in finite reverse, I’m playin’ with my slinky & Hasbro chemistry set

Christmas of the 1960’s is not the Christmas of the 2020’s, don’t take my word for it, go Vet!

Homers hit by ringers who pretend to be lame ducks, a four banger works every time, cheer

Three up and three down, three outs on three pitches, three flies & you’re out, down a beer

No driving drunk, alcohol’s useful idiots help nature thin the herd, Merry Xmas’ blown mind

Fixed events from cause to effects, you’re here a minute then you’re gone, kill the stop sign.

So, count backward from a hot million, it’s how long you’ll probably live, maybe not divine

All too humanly humane, the homo erectus & habilis have become the Australopithecines

Longing time from Day One, yet here we are now & then, it’s the hot finale of the playground

All footsteps dead-stopped, golden silence aftereffects of one Divinity’s palette, OM sound.

Supernova it is, don’t ever forget, never, ever forget about the thing itself, where I come from

It’s cornbread & chicken after I get off of the Jersey Turnpike, got 18 wheels rollin’ to heaven

Finger lickin’ chicken birds that can’t fly, never could, eggs zygotes fried & BBQ’d them birds

Let’s get it on, you know where I’m comin’ from, you’ve been there sugar, it’s Love’s Words.

Truth & false statements make the world go around, I’m All full of it, fuels spinning wobbles

Beatin’ around a bush helps but Truth can’t be found that way, Earth ain’t a god, dam water

Dropped the ball, game tilted and it’s nearly all over, no freedom to choose immortal bones

My way is this way, I’m hitchin’ a ride, my GTO broke it’s speed rule, exceed a 100 MPG limit.

Blown mind between my ears, covered with the dead mane of inner growth, black to white

High or low, you need to go to school & learn to be good, bad & ugly, it’s a hot, survival fight

Bones stop, muscles atrophy, death blossoms in your heart & soul on the day after you die

Dragons pretend to be alive as you do, a mythological chimera, sons of Woman survive, Lie!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 12-19-2024 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Jammed while @MarvinGaye jammed #LetsGetItOn & #MOTOWN #HITS on YouTube in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/dlF7o5ArGDs?si=2NoycdRjHylsMfLP  & now I’m goin’ to #AGoGo with @SmokeyRobinson link @ https://youtu.be/7Hor2JdLPmA?si=T8jpFwdF8FBDzaJv } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereMyCountryGirlsAt? @LukeBryan @TraceAdkins & @Pitbull #ChristmasSongs & #BestOfSantana #ForChristsSake #ForTheLoveOfTheGods #MeinDeus #GodsDAM #AlogrhythmTHIS @Santana #WINNINGisEVERYTHING & #TheOnlyThing #snoopdogxmas @SnoopyXmas #HolyFamilia #JesusChristSUPERSTAR #Madonna #GwenStefani #MariahCarey

THIS IS NOT A TEST

DO NOT REPEAT

 AD INFINITUM, AMEN

I will go back and forth from the scene of my conception in the holy sanctum, mama

Inside of the outer space within the solar system, revolution around fireball spin spa

Reached out to touch our hands before you knew about it, it was all in my mind’s eye

Images moved between my ears, skullduggery on high without the buggery out the sky.

Hills gone down to the bottom, slid or tumbled down like Jack and Jill who knew better

Trained to be the humans who lasted forever without disease from viral bacteria batter

To be or not to be between the dots and lines drawn without traces, freedom ain’t free

We all force the power to yield for a moment to redirect the force within, bird & no bee.

Breathe It in the force of the star’s sunshine, a photosynthetic progeny of the green mama

With or without me, Time & Space goes on as above, so below, I just got lucky, ask my Pa

It’s the climax that counted, the injection of the code to survive, to remain a fit specimen

Bring your best game to the court-of-balls, round or spheroid shaped at random G-farcin’.

Hands off of my liquidity, I trade nothing and Nothing gets traded without my direct intent

Force of One, unmoved mover cannot allow trauma or emergency, power of One’s content

Atomic, molecular gold and lead transformation from burnt stardirt to All that’s left of Gods

Gold to go, Twitter to Tick-Tock, Facebooked bric-a-brac clarity Atlas’ gold, a deep state fog.

China and the chinaware they’ve left over from the TNT glass are Ends of a beginning scene

J.P. Morgan Chase rules us all, international link to the Void is eternally embedded divining

Fine lines ‘tween points in empty Void Space, creating illusions of walkie-talkie-movie flick

A to Z in alphabetical order, terminate stalkers of the innocent, disassembled all dive bars.

Began life as an error of the genome, no love in the intercourse, vile, violence & extinction

Evolution happens as well as an annihilation of a thing itself, what the fugue is Form, son?

Ruby Tuesday on the Saturday night I saw her last I knew I was gonna miss her forever too

Never psychic before or after that, One realization gave me pause, I rewound it like a fool.

Between the lines of the matrix’ dots, an empty form appears in a mindful cyber phantom

Big and small dots evolve into an amorphous blob of Nothingness backed by Golden cows

Worship invisible, unknown sagas about the vacant history that Is no more, when in Rome

All as above, so below, we’re within a high power but we’re the fuel It consumes & It blows.

Speak nothing about being alive and why you’ve been conceived or else you’ll be deceived

Holy ghosts come and go as if they were never here and now, someday it’ll be true, won’t be

Neither here nor there, in or out of Earth’s planetary atmosphere, Words matter to the Dead

Ash & bone fragments of DNA, holy pictures & prayers to a Void, highchair sitters eat bread.

Seminal ideas extinguished but there’s no other ideas leftover, hence, all you get is a scribe

Writing meaningless strings of alpha-beta-cappa rigmaroles for the babies to bottle imbibe

From mom’s nipples to the bartender’s spirits of the cripples, idiots, wimps & team scrubs

Can’t run a game on the champs, pretenders remain as they are, not good as nuclear subs.

Target bull’s eye ahead of you, shoot the arrow’s head into the sacred sanctum, a holy hole

In me to do what I do, no free choice in the program, it’s immutable, harnessed divinity soul

Pleasure & suffering within yourself until you’re sick to death & collapse into corpus dillecti

To gods who come after a climax, already set to go, to be One, ask One, Christ’s mass’ high.

My imagination is accurate since the data is uplinked into the matrix, easy to retrieve it all

Subjects & predicates fill books with original and regurgitated funky junk, I know we’ll Fall

Collapsed & out of breath, no more breathing in & out for the powers that be, old Pa & Ma

My friends, I celebrate their lives, existed & died to bring me here, to sign signals of the GA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Zapped this out of the Zapmail leftovers from my FedEx pension, while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #GypsyMan & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0?si=DQtPs82j7xxNPdRR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?