#FigmentedImagination #BabyWhat'dISayAnyways #witchcraft #Gog & #Magog

IT’S ALL SPINNING TIME & SPACE,

THINK WITCHCRAFT OR YOU WON’T SURVIVE

All a Gog is where it’s been for generations of subatomic particle fusion & you got me?

That dry dream you had last night was the dream that faded to black for the last screed

The wrap of the film is in the can, absorbing the immersion of the hope-dream of a blog

All or most of the little bits that are leftovers from the Big Bang return to the Alpha cog.

Area is the full length of the empty form times the width of the flip side of the empty form

Pretend you know it all, as your teachers trained you that way, hook up a squirmin’ worm

Full of all scat whipped up from cream of the crop, y’all seem full of its aggressive entities

Miss Takes has it all under control, nothing escapes the idiots & morons full of hot CBDs.

I know where you’re comin’ from, same time and place I’m from, the neighborhood of God

Everything single atom conglomerated into a voice of Empty-Void denizens, a red, hot bod

Complexity of the memory before your conception is the history of the animals’ blood guts

From absolutely nothing but a sheer ghost, sounds and sights suck into your bloody buts.

Kicked the mule in the head just like the idiot and moron got kicked by random intercourse

Phraseology begins with subjective objections, cliche predication to summon a cool nurse

Together or separated at the original breath of whirling, speed of the revolving door kills me

First your toe, then your foot and your whole leg up to your hips cut off like a slice of salami.

Woke up, the dream faded to a recollection I can’t recall, senseless memory in utero holes

Why did the parents need to copulate? They were forced like ants & bees, RNA coded souls

High or low, above or below the things themselves, forms and matter fused into a low dose

Of glee and destitute hopelessness, nothing is unknown, I know it all, everything is A Rose.

Saved or not, once corpus dillecti sinks into the 208 bones, the corpse returns to the Voids

Imagine the reality of going around in circles, revolving around a torrid, burning God of boys

Allowed the screams of childbirth to become immersed in clothes of silk & wool, all my son

Foothills walked up & down The Hill, a highway #49 north or south of a holier Mason-Dixon.

Brimming to the rim to the point of overflowing the effulgence into infinity, wide-open space

Dead or alive, behind bars or in a metal tube can, underground or knife-slashed, happy face

Realm of divinity out of touch, out of reach, out of a rational mind, Nothingness’ divine dye

Blackness absorbed into dust between tiny bytes of golden fleece, the lead turns blue sky.

Big Bang is a Silent Gasp in retrospect, Unknown is all about the rigor mortis’ leftover deal

Happy or not on Earth or in Heaven or Hell, either way as it was, it will be with no return cell

Real or artificial things are mental disorders of the pretentious fodder, gulp don’t swallow it

A bit of sugar helps the medicine go down, all doses to die for, like it or not, doomed to S#it.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XXVI^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST

{  Reality & Illusion merge to produce Space between Reality & Illusion, what you are & what you’ll be, first to final gasp of gas, Nothing but God, open funk’s junk in the trunk generated via screamin’ groans, licked boots I walked inside of, deep scat, all me, I AM, @stephan. Jacked this little ditty up while jammin’ to @Elvis #HITS nobody heard on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q7Z1SMP3z74?si=ABr8wGtpy5MW_IZ1  }

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sTRANGER things?

#StonedInLoveWithYall #MiseryAndEcstasyAtOne #RIP-ROB

BEFORE DROWNING IN SPEW,

SWALLOWED WHOLE BY THE funk GODS

Sho’ ‘nuff could be worse than you thought at first, in the second place, show you’re right

Gangbanging your heads together until the skulls crack open like a Filbert nut, protein hit

All just because you’re healthy for a minute, you’re dreaming that you’re immortal as well

Y’all ain’t immortal & nobody ever was in the history of the human species, not even One.

Then an immaculate conception without the sperm of mankind became the form of a god

One who could not die even when killed, even if dressed out like an elk or deer, hollow man

As it is and always has been, mysterious Time between utter darkness & bright lightness sin

Where we grow & meet to mate or to avoid the induction of the DNA into a gene pool’s skin.

Notes that are kept to remind the mind to forget what appears to be a destitute loser game

Looking forward to a reward after death but many dead have discovered, Death is the fame

Heaven above the atmosphere or Hell below the core of dirt underfoot, seeds grow out of it

Becoming alive to keep the living alive by being the fuel, food for a pretentious afterthought.

Perfect or closer to imperfection on the timeline, Space allows all Good, Bad and Uber Ugly

All of it which should not reproduce won’t reproduce, it’s the only way it can be, you and me

Been an inert atom of gas & all volatile matter which explodes to implode it all, ad infinitum

Tiny peep or bigger bang than a first baby bang that netted holy, divine words drunk on rum.

I think and dream what I’ve thought couldn’t be thought or dreamt of yet, it’s all I’ve got man

Nothing we can do about it & nobody, yet conceived, can do a thing about this odd situation

Unnatural to be naturally killing beasts to drain life for mastication-transformation into scat

Alternative is stone death if life cannot be sustained, only blind faith for fools & the fatty-fat.

Eyelids cover the only way to see the things of shape & color, forms & shades of Time’s fires

It’s holy yet irregular as most precious gems are rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphires

Ahead or behind the lines of demarcation makes trivial difference, final stages’ annihilation

Luck dropped into our laps, conception of mind & body, egg & sperm, Good Mortal Sin skin.

As sudden death is merely dying when you’re not ready to die, get ready ‘cause it’s coming

All you know will depart with your mind and brain going back to stasis, leftover sagas to sing

From cowboys, pirates and moguls who gathered Life and consumed it forthwith post haste

Where galactic dust globes of gravitational collapse will move, it’s doom, black hole waste.

Imagine the rock outside of your head that you stand upon, looking like you own the piece

Of course, you don’t & never will own the place, it’s the ground of being, you’re tiny as mice

I am as well, the long hair and beard hide the Truth which is unknown to the mice and men

Fault of One father for the outcome of the event, good, bad or ugly, The Bones’ blood & skin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December 22^nd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 

{ Annihilated this batch of logos dispatched from the Void of Zero Gravity while listenin’ to #LoonyTunes in the background to Cement the Christmas cheer to the minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hdGjw10mCAI?si=U8xdslvUYu5Un4V_ & @EricClapton @Cream #StrangeBrew link @ https://youtu.be/TUOmmVoMQis?si=u7GdBAvJGYBPuJCt  }

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STRANGE BREW, LOOK  WHAT’S INSIDE OF YOU!

Well Done or Burned #MakeMyWishComeTrue #WhiteKnuckledBlackGods #GrinchSetUp #Shrek2025 #ScoringPoliticalPoints #TaxiDriver

HER TONGUE DOES WHAT IT DOES WHEN SHE CHOOSES

At will, the free and easy Will to Power which we all get robbed of before Reason kicks the kid

Fear to loathe this first place choice of gods, in every tongue on Earth, her name means It, “Id”

All you need to know is get out the way if you fear sudden death, since she has no preferences

Smash & dispose of you, well most of you other than the sacrificed bits of 208 frag-swag pieces.

Here by now you can bet your bottom dollar if you even have a centavo left over post-Christmas

Bet your bottom dollar on whatever has the most odds against winning, you’ll be sure to lose it

Bet your rent or mortgage or the gas and electricity bills, your car payment, bet it all, win or lose

It’s a good chance you’ll lose it all, get ready for a 2nd fall, fell into & out of the love with booze.

Blame and responsibility is all on me, my free will chose to raise the glass of wine, a toke of herb

Needless to say, nevertheless it’s important in any case to deduce the important conclusion, sir

All Respect you give to yourself you may share with all personalities in kind, it’s lost to be found

Be kind to others as you’d like them to be back to you, it comes around like a merry-go-round.

Prisoners of war and peace wait as the young birds in the nest with their traps open for drops

Of men and mice, it’s the same old song as birds sing, a reminder that y’all just a mortal pop

Nothing other than respect for the Truth is necessary and sufficient in every form’s substance

Blood and bone as we are, the gods never were, y’all be happy to be here in a finite instance.

It takes a small error to cause a misdirection of the life of hundreds affected in 50 years of Time

Once knowledge is uncovered by reason’s logic, it is done, yet an invisible tweak remains, a sign

Blundered ala blind altruism to pretenders, misremembered lives, compassionate simpletons

I’m just talkin’ to myself ‘bout myself because I’m the only one who recalls daughters & sons.

Innocent and innocence are the nature of the weak that do not survive Earth, you savage beast

Only God knows the end of Time, the planet’s demise in a Big Bang or Little Squeak, BBQ feast

Loaned a few moments on borrowed Time without knowing the interest on the payback scorch

Full disclosure of the Truth in every case is a certain sign you won’t forget the original lie’s torch.

Holy men and women taught the Word as best they could, it was not their place to claim victory

Hence, a game with rules and regulations mimicking the reality of Earth, Wind and Fire 2nd Story

That your mind’s eye has a concoction of consciousness without a body of bones, a prerogative I

Ego or its superior Alter One that hooks up an imaginary Super One, a thing is nothing t’all, aye!

All I know is what’s not been burned by the folks who needed heat to feel warm, all that’s left Is

All there is, now on the world-wide-web for every, conscious thing itself, idiot, moron or genius

For the Truth to be told there are consequences, every good and evil man is aware of all of It all

Nothing could be further from the Truth, yet Nothing is further than Truth can be told, all a fuss.

Same Time and the same place that your dream began, out of nowhere to go deep undercovers

As a spy vs. spy kills nobody you or I know, yet they are primarily responsible for God’s blunders

Not more nor less than all we will ever be allowed to process for any consciousness’ pacification

Pope to pauper that hasn’t become extinct, housed in an orphanage for love’s children of ZaZen.

You and I know that trusting anyone other than yourself is a gamble, whether related near or far

Relatives or compatriots of the same ilk, a desire needed to keep sane within a pool of insanity

Powerful Will, as above so below, before your arrival you were that same as you’ll be as corpse

Infinity of abstract, unconscious formulation out of shape atomic matter, electronic Time warps.

Your teaching is your thinking that you know what True is and what’s not, a survival mechanism

Smile on your face or not, die happy or sad but either way, when you’re dead, it’s no returnism

On either side of the center of the Time Line, there’s no reversable Future nor Past, just as a Sin

Mortal or immortal disobeying the Host is out of context, punishable by eternal, clear foreskin.

Along the same lines, a compulsive liar never dies before “skill” is passed onto another innocent

Originally to be or not to be as the question, a finale requires an explanation of the odor-scent

Olfactory from the factory, hung on your clothes, skin and hair, a cotton-candy stream of sugar

Hold your tongue, don’t lie about a thing, the Truth is going to hurt you more than it’ll hurt me.

Coming to know what only lock-pickers can recall, that’s an asset without question, duplicitous

Evaluation of the riff-raff follows a set tool, defines and analyzes the movie in synch with sound

I called it, one or two drinks after the 1st five without a fax from all the Toms, Dicks and Harrys

Look over here super girl & super man, nothing can hurt you worse than the Love in a “hurries.”

Bless the gods because without the blessing, they fail to emerge from the Void of vacant Space

Nobody is out there and nobody can help it, it is what it is, no matter and nobody to go face it

There then and here now, it will be like this then when you remove the shadows from the light

Lights, camera and action from the actors’ and actresses’ bones and voices protesting the fight.

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r j j stephan, i 

c.  December XVIII^th MMXXV Anno Domini  1010 PMPST

{ Drafted in utero, now it’s ex utero in a Period Piece; jammed while creepin’ to the beats of Zero and the One on youTube link at what d what @https://www.iheart.com/live/north-pole-radio-6734?app=listen }

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