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R I P   @CharlieKirk   R I P

 

JESUS {Elvis & martina} CHRISTMAS?  

Like being dipped in gas, feel it all over my clothes, up my nose but nothing was ever white

Jobs like nobody has ever received from the gods above Earth, this planet is a water flower

Space of the Void our matrix to be or not to be, innocent growths of sperm & a dozen eggs

These are the facts of life they kept secret because that’s just the way it is, I know she digs.

Mother Earth or the mother of your placentas’ hearts, in everyone is One soul featured Id

Singing songs when your heart’s aged enough to appreciate the lucky divine gods that hid

In your head’s mind, everything human and all species of Life, atoms create the sublime

When we all die, if we’re disposed of in the proper way to avoid the stench, bury in Lime.

Deeper than six feet under is the right of way, keeping the rest of the living safe from plague

It’s bubonic or supersonic without a free will’s choice, it’s the First Cause at fault, no other

Place the blame on the “created” angels and the opposite of the Live, Evil divine square peg

Place it in a round hole for eternity, never works but keep up the good work in a powder keg.

Watch if you’re not blind but in any case, without eyes & in the darkness, all the same to me

You know more than I’ll ever pretend to comprehend even if I live to be a hundred and three

Same today as it’s always been, runnin’ out of the power I assumed was eternal immortality

Rigor Mortis set aside the dreams of staying with the ones still alive, in spinal synchronicity.

In a manner of speaking, words can’t do justice to the Truth of singing & dancing the polka

Christmas with your kinfolk is one thing but even a loner who has nobody, loves as orphan

Single but not for long, you all can begin the long line of descendants from here on out too

Merry Christmas celebrations of a son of the creator of the universe as we know it, so blue.

All paths to travel upon are ahead at the crossroads, nothing behind Presence, out of time

Greater than a decimal point yet less than a quark within a proton, memory of life on a dime

Fallen into the bottomless pit between the north & south poles’ imaginary twirl’s RIP middle

Where most bones become buried either in mixed dust or crumbled mass’ RNA, I’ll fiddle.

Known or unknown, matter and energy are all there is, no divine ghost above the sun known

Allstar's burning gas in an infinite mass extinction, brink of annihilation due to a hot whim

 Random bones, 208 trained by ignorant, wise men with Pretend Complex, know-it-all goon

Advantage to conquer deaf & dumb MFers, undead assimilate a moronic fake, neon moon.

Gold left over in the dirt and rocks just because that’s the way the Lead settles in the Truth

Metaphysics you’ll never realize is the origin of everything y’all hope & pray for, I forsoothe

Rational humans, gone up and away from the dirt & rocks, water is dehydrating like Mars’

Can you dance and sing if you comprehend your finite Cause, accidental Big Bang avatars.

Step off of your ledge and fly for the final trip over the light fantastic, dynamic duos do rock

On the #Marconi, plugged into the broadcast ad infinitum, forget about a full contact Doc

Learned absolute and relative Truth, repeating to teach the teachers to accept the drool

Predication of atomic subjects yielding objects to communicate WTF, cockroach scroll.

On the off switch, blinded by the light to focus on the images that become invisible in Time

Recollect the products we’ve multiplied and divided in the calculus’ trigonometry I rhyme

 High as the Top Gun flies close to the end of air’s edge of empty Space, in soul man stealth

No need for anything in the End, Faith in immortality just a whim to quell the fear of Death.

Killing the living & eating it or using its remnants to build castles in the hot sand, they all fall

Into the sea, eventually, to the bottom of the ocean, why you can’t believe it, I’m a TNT ball

Last Christmas is like next Christmas, but this Christmas is a final annihilation of the Devils

By the bye as above, so below, you weren’t alive before your conception, you’ll die of Evils.

Dig this without a shovel man, understand nothing about where you came from nowhere

Man, you know it, can’t pull the wool over your blinded eyes, you see it all inside of the rim

Playin’ way above it like all the players do the do, happy where I’m at, where I’ve been too

Good to know all the things that get you over on the morons attempting to steal your brew.

Nobody gets anything for free, you’ve got to work for it & develop the perfection rough ride

Catch me later outside, I’ll give you another tip or two, followed instructions, all in stride

I believe it all that I know, I know all that I believe, it’s a tautological hunk of misdirection

Get there anyway at the edge when nothin’ else is goin’ away, here for a duration situation.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December XV^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1000 AMPST

{ Crafted with hearty compassion while listening to @WARtheBand #Chrismas compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Nxha3d4_ZM }

#TieYo’ShoesRichie

#BreathInYobody 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItsBeginingToLookALotLikeChristmas #RockinAroundTheChristmasTree @PeggyLee @EVERLAST #GodNatureDreamingWokeUpInTheGAME Please, Please, Me Too @PhiladelphiaEagles @TheEaglesHITS #TheBeatlesHITS #Lyineyes #REVOLUTIONJesusChristmasBuddahKrishnaDeusMama

@CharlesBrown

Eagles vs Bears

LEAN ON ME EVE

I’LL CARRY YOU TO THE BYE & BYE

It’s the damn name of the game with the rules inside of the cover with all the players

All up the alley of each and every one of us born to anyone but an up country farmer

Ridicule of it will come from the jealous and ignorant, it’s their karma instantly to be

As a direct result of the thoughts & actions originating in the host, ego of y’all’s & me.

Existentially in need of the meaning of life and death on Earth, watchin’ the scythe

Reaper comes and goes at will, at the hand of the gods or their creator of pre-atom

Heading nowhere yet single straight line that turns left or right, right angle or curve

Dreamin’ it all and then wakin’ up in your bed’s quilts, naked as a j-bird, as an Adam.

Better for the skin to skin contact the special, significant other dishes from the Eden

Fairy tales and actual events unrecorded other than word of mouth & signify in code

Written, spoken or painted on surfaces from trees to rocks to pulp fiction paper Zen

I employ the tools in the shed I inherited from the genome, twilight zone ala mode.

Swallow pride saying all words in the way a spell goes, order in categorical imperative

Presto after the magic fills the smokey void, appearing out of nowhere, a funky thing

Nobody is in a position to believe you because of your exhibition of logic & reasoning

All children, through infancy & personal hygienics training, bloody bone’s a deep dive.

Harm is merely the lack of longevity to the forsaken species, we’re all gonna die apeman

You’ll see I’m right, but it will be too late on your last breath, try to live like no superman

Pole south to north, on the exterior crawling, walking, running & flying to keep it all real

Seeing is believing, without eyesight it’s understandable that Blackness is no color at all.

My side front door is as wide and tall as my back door, the height only seven feet-two

Why all 86 inches in all when it could be 6 & 7 which makes little sense if you don’t know

Nothing more than all of the things made from the gas of atoms, colliding in a clump

Why is this? If I never know, I’ll die in wonder, hopefully another 20-year dump.

Far, far away from all music that’s being played for neither rhymes nor rational reasons

Without birth control through a myriad of means, the species will remain in extinction

Modus operandi as it’s always been since the original sin, don’t tell the priests & nuns

What fun it is to laugh and sing a jingle bells song that achieves a daughter’s new sons.

Feeling warm and as cozy as you can in the odd company of strangers who don’t see you

You see them & attempt to engage only to be ignored as if not worthy of the affair’s stew

Function of the beings is to absorb the systematic doom exuding from the pores of a few

Rockin’ around the Christmas tree & dancin’ with the sentimental feeling, turning it blue.

Off the cuff, some people have a lot of nerve thinking that they’re better than all of us too

Imagine the gall, the audacity of an idiot or a moron, even an evil genius or common fool

All that live on Earth are invisible from 8 miles high, I’m not exaggerating, ask any aviator

Everyman’s words carry weight, an ounce to a pound of the blood, sweat & tears’ jerker.

Form is the specific anterior of the a posteriori improvisation, we are the tool of creation

Neutral or neuter as it must be without any gear or gender of mating content, original sin

In the center of the dot, the period, there is nothing at all, complete void as above & below

I never cared for Beetovhan or Chopin but in the right hands, brass & string mutate a blow.

Bars and spaces to signify the exact repetition of the tonal memory to soothe a savage too

Man or beast from savage to a cultured, educated pretender of being better than all of you

Yet, as above, so below, if it can happen then it will happen, what can go wrong will as well

On the other hand, with two for a choice, everything else is wrong, down a rabbit hole I fell.

Suddenly, everything that was all lit up with daylight turned pitch black without any warning

Gratitude for the assistance provided by the unconscious mind within, inherited for nothing

Just in time, in the right place in synchronization with the galaxy and effects of a 1st cause

Firsthand experience cancelled personality & notion preconception yielding perfection, God.

by

rjjstephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 12-13-2025 AD @ 444 PMPST

{ Inspired by the hum of my cerebral cortex & listenin’ to the #BestOfWarTheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bMOQAtvmaQY?si=kVt8hshUTFSEtH3a }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HardKnocksOnSoftHeads #TheIdiots #ItIsDone

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WABBITZ

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Scurry as the rats do as they scramble to live another day or a revolution in Earth’s spin

No probability that anyone alive on Earth will live forever in soul mortality without skin

Only you know like I know, we got lucy just this one time being conceived & deceived too

We won’t get fooled again for certain, there will be no other Time in Space, just say I do.

On or off of the tracks and roadways, only humans drive about to crash and die or maim

Winds blow & recognize that it’s the Earth flyin’ in a spin, the air is holding H2O to tame

Rivers and seas with the only H2O in that combination, iced pole to warm equator wind

By the time you die, you will not have discovered the meaning, immortal ghost not mine.

Your guns are loaded & you don’t miss a target aimed at, marksman aficionado, fanatical

From the adolescence through elder adulthood, protected by the badge of courage & pals

My friends and relatives covered my front and back as if they were also engaged in a sin

Original in a foreign garden, introduced in an original form and shape of matter’s skin.

Any color in Darkness is black, origin’s blazing light of a shining star, hide or get burned

Bringing a knife to a gunfight with people who can’t shoot a lick, all it takes to protect it

Life is a process of becoming awake to the nonsense & the gist of the whole shebang too

Read all about it, newspapers, periodicals, magazines, e-zines & symbols, all full of an It.

Spirit ghosts entertain the illusory effect of watching matter move, animated by a whim

All mere mastication & defalcation after the Life within the matter is energy of mind dim

Crying and stomping your feet until the way is mired in mud, blood and beer out of cans

Aluminum as its cause of cancer effects, ignored & proved to be true lies of dim attic fans.

You may be starving in the heartland or on the borders, north, south, east and far west

You were conceived by morons and idiots who failed to enhance the species’ survival

In point of fact, they have introduced the seeds of extinction into the genome’s essence

Trouble with your censorship of free speech? Nazi-Europe #DigitalServiceAct is dense.

POTUS’ Al Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to proper recipients or forever forgotten

Ol’ Alfred needs insider information, nothing is more important than all the verboten

High as the tallest building on Earth, as the highest mountain on the planet, God’s den

Scouts reconnoitered polar vortices North to South, equator trips of the bounding main.

Fill her up I thought my father meant the girl I was takin’ out to eat, he meant the tank

Always empty upon my dating return, father full of patience for his 1st born driver bank

Wrecked a couple of his vehicles, sorry pops, never bought him that Lamborghini I know

All in my mind I did, he’s drivin’ on the expressway’s bumper to bumper traffic Chicago.

Real time and real space, here and now, this seems to be all there is, no heaven or hell

If I turn out to be wrong, I don’t GAF, I served the Catholic masses in church, I got grace

So much I could share it with the masses of unfortunates, but I won’t, I was the good one

Men & women young & old died in the skirmishes and battles of a world’s B.S. wars, son.

Doves flew, ants marched & all was well until WW3 B1 bombers dropped a motherload

Imagination is fired up, manufacturing more things than a divine godhead, kids’ grow’d

Into the adulthood & the trips the ghosts that leave the bodies we go into, dream overall

Think egg & flagellates you may have been, yet only One made the grade, Life’s a Bawl!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 12-9-2025 Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Cribs the infants move and fear to fall from are #WayGone, hence drafted this while ’ to guffawing to #MontyPythonHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q0CJ7k99mso?si=K5JvsSDscYxmPC7p }

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