My Dinner With Andre #SaveMeFromThisPrison #HelpMeGetAway

SHORT PEOPLE & GOLD AMOUR

In and out of Gold’s same thing over and over again, ad infinitum, it’s matter & form

Moved the unmoved mover over to the left then over to the right, final dropped worm

Like a hit of LSD-25, grubby little fingers want to get their hands on it, it’s all a trip too

From the beginning to the end when you come back to your Earthly mind, God blue.

At the end of the universe, your consciousness blinks and it’s all over, ain’t no heaven

Believe me or believe a stranger who wrote a bunch of words in a foreign tongue, in Zen

Lies and Truths told together and mixed into a cornucopia of daily menudo for mamas

And papas who raise the tiny taxpayers, teachin’ them how to lie, it’s no problem, Roz!

Hills left, foothills and mountains with piles of trials, full of smiles and tears of heaven

Heroes and villains swap stories and get to the end before you fall asleep in bunkbeds

Short people with little heads and little eyes, tiny feet keep short steppin’ on the get go

By the end of Time, we all run out of Space the day we die, or so I’m told, it’s all a show.

Reduce to my absurdity which is Life has meaning if you create one, if not, it’s a wash

Dime a dozen for lives on Earth, absurd to be here & have blind faith you’re immortal

Y’all ain’t, I ain’t, nobody ever was conceived & born on Earth, all mortality to quash

Dreaming, word for it, do due diligence, Truth is, yo’ mama wears combat boots, y’all!

Fooled the fools long enough, baby legs standing up for themselves, dirty, little-minded

Function of the calculus remains unseen, unknown & a byte of noxious scat, reminded

Hemp to make the rope and blitz the brain’s mind, lookin’ through smoke, it’s all a lie

Easy to see but not as easy to sell to the blind faith believer, gotta get ‘em really high!

On the way to the end of the Life you got lucky enough to partake of, take a deep breath

Blow out the hot air and take a bow, go down low to the place nobody can find at death

Behind eyeballs’ grey matter, ideas so invisible that they weren’t here in the first place

Chimera in sequence, appears to animate dead-air, God enjoy my moody phuq’n face.

Weirdo a way to be here & now, behaving with anti-social nasty, two little barefoot peds

Outside of the set of normal people, this set of outstanding moronic, idiotic holy scree

Mass making appearance as atoms conglomerated, form lookin’ visible ‘til it disappears

Soul is the form and shape the atoms glue to the side of reality, animated Matter in arrears.

Hope and Faith to yield the Charity required to remain at One with the chaos, understudy

Script is good but it’s not the reality of the dialogue, I’m takin’ over the whole show, buddy

You’ll see the light sooner or later, final gasp of air & last blink of light in the black Spaces

Ready, get set, daddy said to call him daddy, I did, you didn’t & now, alive, tickled all races.

Earth, a lonely ball of burned-out star left-overs, home to the livers & deadheads evolved

Dead meat is the food we eat, dead plants of a myriad of species, masticate & defacated

Holy host above & the other One that stays #DownLow, creative & impersonal as dead air

Pines & spruces, grow from seeds & burn to ash as the Ends of Big Bangs’ Cro-Magnon lair.

Riding through the ghettos in Cadillacs and Teslas, the gamblers and drug dealers strive too

Speak easy or be quiet, either way it’s the reality of things, forms of matter purple and blue

Hoodlums & saints full of grace came from the same place, woman’s dark, inner sanctuary

Now hear this, when I die there’ll be one less soul to pretend that holy God’s born of Mary!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 11-15-2025 A.D. @ 111 AMPST

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GODDESS' #420 ALLOTMENT FOOD STAMP PROGRAM EXODUS #ComeOverBaby @ChristinaAguillar #PortillosHotDogs420

WITHOUT OR WITH EVERYTHING ON IT 

Kill the lights and I’ll take care of the rest of the whole shebang, a clear dark hole

Fire down there in the hole, way down at the uttermost echelon of the smoke pits

Rising above the grave allotted to you & I, maybe above the urn or bag of dust bits

Rattle and hum as the vibration leaves the essence of what echo it left in your soul.

Hens and roosters resume it all every morning, matter and energy moving 24 ticks

Duration of a drone in neutral mode, out of synch with a digital orbit of cyberspace

Disintegrate after you’ve read all of the words over all of our heads, alien philosophy

Talking scat-speaking, no alpha or beta waves in the mix, from land to the blue sea.

Fear you and loathe me because I fear you, it’s self-loathing in a beautiful way, I say

As if that’s a possible world where it can survive the less than fit loathing every day

Remains to be seen, moving on from the conundrum without a solution, I’ll see & call

I’ve got a royal flush & you don’t have four aces, nothing’s wild, All the gold, I win it all!

Worth more than a penny from heaven, 16th POTUS retired billions of One cents’ copper

Made the inside and outside appear exactly alike, the difference is that one is more dapper

Outside is appearance of the thing itself, container of the inner sanctum effulgence in flux

Hard or soft to be rocked in the cradle of love with or without the skin & bones of dark lux.

Somebody to be a fool of another, speculation of the nature of beasts and their predators

Raw live killed and bled out to be burnt nearly into leather, cut into bits, masticated cores

Fission of the atoms in utero ready to implode and explode into smithereens’ tidbit “X”’s

No “Y”’s smithereens until they merge, intersect the acid in subatomic mix, big as Texas.

The topless bars wouldn’t work at all if everyone wasn’t so excited by a naked human form

It’s All the way that the species has survived, dancing provocatively to get knocked up too

Poor males way too young to comprehend a reason for their over-the-top malfunction zoo

Cradle of love is rockin’ back & forth, to and fro, as above so below, First Form was a Worm.

Ends come after the beginnings, logic and reason allow comprehension and assimilation blow

Pretend that you’ll live forever, that this life you experience is not temporal, not temporary so

It’s a permanent marker of breathing and moving in and out of trouble, be like a volcano flow

Nothing can stop the scalding hot effulgence but the freezing cold ocean-sea, God Earth Go!

You and I will get what we deserve or we’ll escape the danger before our karma gets a return

Always in debt for the nature of the created beast is bestowed the free will to choose all evil

Even the good as it is may be a mere illusion, that everybody knows must be rocked in cradles

Life will not be pretty without performing the creator’s responsibility, A bombs droppin’ hells.

Lack of love, pain and suffering & a ball and chain to heavy to carry another yard, MVP zeroed

Curfew honored, slept through the darkness’ 8 hours of pitch black, dreamt of birds that crowed

Easy rollin’ on a slippery slope, there’s what all goes in vain, shakin’ & rattlin’ all above I try to fly

Some girls and boys never get it, never win, the rest salute the trip, drop some kids & up & die.

Existentially metaphysical without being aware of the exercise in futility, on the A-Train at the L

Beat me up on the corner because I trusted the humanity to behave as I would, they did not, so

Left the neighborhood, went on to hide in the karate dojos of my trippin’ around here, job blow

No fools ever settled all scores, I win 1 to Nothing, anyway, it’s O & 2, batter-up, y’all go to hell!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, November 14^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

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HOW WE REALLY FEEL DEEP

DOWN INSIDE, ‘TIL WE DON’T

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One tries to see what the blind see within perpetual darkness, daily 24/7/365 ala Gods

No other way to explain the genetic mutation or the accidental loss of cones and rods

No smoke, no fire, no bones to pick with anyone but your own dumb luck, on to fight

You all get what you came for, you wanted to live no matter what, without the insight.

Beer and wine not to mention the spirits that got a bit better than formaldehyde brew

Didn’t have to go to the end of the line, end your life for a drink and an ace you drew

Why an ace would be the harbinger of the fate you met, nobody cares, it’s all over now

Tears fall from your eyes and from the whole planet’s melted snow & ice, lips just blow.

Hair for some reason, bare skin for some reason, it’s all there is everywhere in the cakes

Baked solar systems & galaxies impossible to fathom, yet we all name the unknown fakes

Hard or soft rocks left over from the big bang or whatever you call that came of a job blow

Mud, blood, tears followed behind until the final curtain call, one more bow for the bravo.

Bear in mind that from one cell, then two, four, eight etcetera ad infinitum, is all you & I are

All I am is identical to all you are, believer or not, you could be a moron and it’s not that far

From the origin & final destination of the presence of your imaginary spirit/soul, roll caravan

To a promised land never really promised at all, just imagined to be true, based on a 1st Man!

From a Tower of Babel, we’ve come to find that we cannot leave Earth without a Space-X ship

It’s Time for Space to expose the infinite ends that can only be fathomed by All That I Am, skip

Without a beat, there’s no rhythm & rockin’ to keep the bones swayin’ to the mother of us all

Effulgence of some plasmatic waves of photons & tachyons that burn so we can groove this ball.

Fear to monger but it will all dissolve because it is magnetically attracted to mighty original sin

Worlds of babbling apes in layers like an idiot dagwood sandwich, every type of eats in a skin

In no uncertain terms, it’s the principle of the thing itself, not the appearance but where it’s at

No clue on the actual Truth about preexistence anywhere in cyberspace, I guess it’s all bull scat.

Love and the lack of it seems to be a whole lot of guesses about why animals date and mate

Thrust by chemical reactions of RNA hormones to create something from an ad infinitum rate

A plethora of plasma, contracting and expanding, hoping to become all too human very soon

Missing the point if you don’t follow the bouncing ball, the writing is on the wall, phuqin goon!

Built up for the breakdown for no reason other than it’s the only way it can be, all the way it is

Talking but nobody hears a word being said by anyone in any language of the Babblers who fish

In the rivers & seas without the lures or the bait, the herd starves from a lack of death to bite

Praying on knees with eyes closed, heads in hands, bowing down to an invisible power, we fight.

Rigor mortis wins the battle, you won’t think about it long, just a second out of the century too

Some more bitten and others a score less bitten, everyone becomes just a bite out the blue, pal

You don’t see it comin’ because if you did you’d avoid the trip on death, invisible, inevitable too

Hot water & frozen in a New York minute, how the End of the World annihilates it, witch’s brew.

Hard liquor and soft heads endure the survival of the most fit, their mothers protected the sorry

Which all of them were and will be until the end of Time, theirs & all Time in general, hare kari

Beams shining into the deep, dark hole that has no atoms to burn, absorbed into a voided blue

On the one hand, you’ve got the upper hand & on the other well, the others just hand it to you.

Pressure implodes into the Singularity, memories purged out of mind, essence preceding existence

Creeds of breeds all full of mythological pretensions, imagined by pre-educated mystic psychics

Honed skills to persuade the apprentice of Nothing’s presence everywhere, to make it a live pal

Nobody else will be up to the challenge, elevation out of ignorance to Nirvana, joker’s siIdekicks.

Illusionary before your time, just in time before you run out of time, as all-time permits us all

In Space on Earth, beginning long after the Earth began its 1st revolution around a new Zen scree

In Time on Earth, above & beyond the stratosphere far away from the Now, a death recalls

Here and now before we’re tagged for being a herbivore or carnivore, a guilty pleasure reverie.

Hot keys to open the war locks and to release the hounds, a criminal of epic proportions too

High time you’ve realized that this reality is all smoke mirrors, all sergeants & officers can do

Anything a mind can conjure will manifest functions of one to ten, bring a knife to a gunfight

You stop the whole shebang because you can, it’s your party of One, grind is on the far right.

Jewels’ ice, rubies, emeralds, topaz & sapphire rocks left over from the big bang particles

Part baby and part old man, the infant speaks with logic and reason without pretension shills

Halting the doubting is therapeutic and if done sufficiently efficiently, succeeds in its function

Blind faith relieves the anxiety of not knowing the unknown and fearing it as if a boogie gun.

Planets don’t matter in the long run, the universe is in retrograde of a Big Bang onto a Peep

Nobody will hear it, everybody will enter the twilight zone without a map, no going to sleep

It’s forever and a day, given the rest of eternity to skip to whichever beat is louder than Word

Slips out a subtle form, as a joke, conundrum of a riddle, deep inside, it’s all about big bird.

If you don’t ask me questions then I won’t tell you any lies, it’s the thing I prove, Nothing’s true

Bring me the truths you’ve been told & have blind faith in, I’ll show you a narrow path to roll

Upon the killing & regenerating from graft, the ends still remain sacrosanct, no mother, no Man

Orphans have them, privileged sons & daughters of holy and it’s opposite, unholy boogeyman.

In search of the miraculous took so long, infinity turned into the past, present & future at once

Imagine when pure light diminishes as the burning fire turns into cinders, kicker never punts

It’s a fake & a pitch out to the tailback who passes 70 yards downfield for a win, point spread

Bet wins the kit n’ kaboodle, 5,000 on a sign so you let it ride another time, lost, you’re dead.

You’ve been punched in the face before, if not you’re missing out on the surprise of flying stars

Maybe on the way down to the ground as you fall like a chopped down redwood, you blackout

When you awaken, you missed the ambulance ride & your miracle comeback from a death trap

God was in my ambulance, drivin’ through town like there was no tomorrow, you sat on my lap.

History from day one to the day after I die is not written down, hence it will be a sad numbing

A cipher-coded pseudo-science applied the astrophysics to a triple helix reverse ding-a-ling

Skeletons left over from the holocaust of neutrons cancelling out fool’s gold ore, bitcoin chit

Betting the future will produce a profit rather than a deficit for the ledger, words up, phuq it!

Just wanted you to know everything you’d always wondered about, what makes y'all tick tock

Heads to toes, everybody’s the same but different in some idiosyncratic malfunction, stuck

Artistically formed & isolated from the Truth for a reason, it’s too good to be true, the lowdown

Project the holy hole, black or white, yin or yang, self-defense with no alibi, hold my old crown.

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r j j stephan, i

c. VETERANS’ DAY 11-11-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

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