#WhatItIs @TherTemptations

Remember what the doormouse said

Not only is the future an illusion but also the present lasts no more than a flash bulb

As soon as it lights up the surrounding area, it fades away to black, slowly cooling hot

Obliged to follow up with no one about anything, free spirit just lurking on the planet

Listening, musical sounds of loud noise & silence, an infrared & ultraviolet hallucinate.

I drank the Kool-Ade & ate the magic mushroom in the middle of the 10th avenue freeze

Out of the blue or grey, I can’t exactly recall but it was for certain, unexpected black dog

Loose without a collar or license to roam the city streets or country roads, wild will kill

Keep that in mind, even if you raise an animal from its maternal birth, you’re still a shill.

Inside of a pint Ball jar, content’s conserved & out of the atmosphere’s light & sunshine

Creating all or nothing in a vacuum as God above & below Earth did with a logical cosign

Only you know & I know that food to feed the head with is metaphysically fuel for a glide

Drop one pill or another for no reason other than your friend said, take this, open up wide!

60 years post-cranial funk, strawberry double-dome to orange sunshine & purple microdot

I shall divulge the truth of what knowledge & wisdom exists today, it’ll fade to black ingot

Care about nothing, care about something, a thing you play strummin’ your axe’s E to E

I hope you get the picture in living color & hear the sound in surround-stereo for posterity.

Knowing as much as I did the day I conceived, I’m leaving Earth with the whole shebang

I listened to my mother give me good advice went in one ear & out the other, I say dang

I should have not only listened but also followed solid pointers to success at city love life

Before a finale of a saga, C-notes on Oak Street Beach, heard it all & then some, alewife!

Called the saviors rubbers to cheat intercourse of the discourse, imagination dropped it all

Sisters & their mothers hung around for comfort & venison stew every other day in Fall

Brothers and their fathers either hunted or helped females gather the winter staple supply

Survival of the most fit, who don’t get poisoned by free radicals prepared to set & edify.

Peer pressure useless to top dog of the herd, how often can you repeat chit in the slammer

Ad infinitum because it doesn’t matter if you fall asleep middle of your confession of sin

Mortal or original as the case may be, inherited your ancestors’ karma, how lucky is that?

Ain't a thing anybody can do about it except accept reality, block ‘em like Thor’s hammer.

Melody shocks nobody, lyrics & the rhythm movin’ the spirit & soul, in or out your mind

Plucking your strings so you can watch audience smile & bob their heads to n' fro, I find

All on the side of big, fat nothing, zero less zero sums it up to zero, fatal fate of hot shat

Imagine before you’re conceived, you can't recollect Nothingness, it’s a bullseye target.

Beef, pork, fowl, aquatic game, consumed, defecated in regular fashion, hunting & fishing

Survival of tmost adept at acquiring meals, healthy storage for avoidance of starving sons

Food on Earth isn’t available if you’re not fortunate enough to be the kin of the Great ones

Provided for the herd, knife, arrow & ordinance form, no other choice, be or not to being.

Still in the dead of the night when only a Grateful Dead trick you into rockin’ your bones

Where it’s all at, begins & ends right there in the presence of people with no cell phones

Listen up as if your life depended on recalling all words’ meaning, hang by neck ain’t hip

Nobody wants shocks, poison or to be chased off an ocean cliff into a sea, love lets it drip.

Pain & pleasure animating your kissers after y’all folks leave y’all orphans’ leftover grunts

Bass plug into the amp, let the beat flow the treble without a plan, don’t use word #kuntz

It successfully concludes in a rational deduction, first you ain’t here & now, you are, so

Appearances are one thing, but Timing is everything, without Timing, Void equals zero.

Only you know and I know, others will postulate and fail to gain any epistemological data

We’ve got the only key, invisible code only visible for a second every midnight 1-formula

Unlock the doors, fly high as you’d like, you’re comin’ down in gravitational collapse too

Never forget the gravity of every atom in a plethora, as I said, “You’re dead! Code Blue!”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Check under the hood before you take it for a test ride, I blasted this out while jammin’ to the @JerryGarciaBand LIVE 1976 New York Harbor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HGf2YgJsubk?si=lZayHr9DWPCfGSeY }

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VOLUNTEERS FOR THE OMEGA CENTRIFIGALITY’S SINGULARITY

Rational thought is all I have that has been RNA programmed in all 208 bones

It’s all out of my hands and feet, lucky to have been conceived before diphones

Nothing wrong or right with the Middle Way because it is, simple Truth, it affirms

This is for certain, they’re all uncertainty principles hidden as holy, maggot worms.

Wait for the answers to questions you’ve never asked, ready, willing & able to see

Nothing above or below this Earth is anything other than one Outerspace, all free

All sensation is caused by the heat of the sun, the burst from a Big Bang invention

News that flawed life as well as Earth, a lump of stardust, an accidental perfection.

Come find the accident that intended to obfuscate the thing itself, stealth hideout

In plain sight, out in the open without cover to appear invisible to a predatory lout

Blind, deaf & without common sense or even dumb-bum luck, still life is still to be

Or not to be, ever anywhere at all, just not thought of as a random concept scree.

I have a few fallacious arguments both deductive and inductive, I indulge, I’m all in

Bodacious as you might imagine once you find the naked truth, shock wears often

On the money now & then when you hit the ground running, you win the bet too

Theoretically as a world view of Reality, we’ve immersed in jazzy, aqua sky’s blues.

Proper or not, luck, logic & reason are all we have to transcend bottom-feeding ilk

Y’all discover life’s too short once y’all kinfolk & friends begin to fall into spoilt milk

Names for people, places & things, common and proper are all in the lexicon tier

Doves born and raised for the Peace signal, flight from ground zero to Mt. Ranier.

Gone in & out of the automatic doors until they stopped one day, locked & loaded

Stranger all alone, walking, running or riding on wheels, on the middle path of ID

Ego & the supereons that result from a cosmic effulgence, cause love to go to bed

Mind is scrambled, antibody is disintegrating, forgetting all you knew, you’re dead.

Ups & downs can finish a dream’s conclusion, games with or without rules broken

Recollect the premonitions you had that match present events, on the lead money

Below and above the stardirt, the Earth’s wasted matter still remains in a big ball

Wobble & spin, revolve & move with solar animation’s flares that blow gods recall.

Blood and seawater mixed to fill the Mind bait that the innocent gulp for the snag

It’s dirty water no matter if you’ve swam in it or drank it, maybe you want to brag

That you’re a brave human who ain’t afraid to be incarcerated or die in vain for us

Heroes & villains clash, if you die a dead hero, a name lives, y’all are cosmic dust.

Without words there’s no fake news, no lies, no truth, no bovine scat in a short life

Realize that your final drag of air in your lungs may be 1 next one, I appreciate you

Claude & Grok it all, chat GPT never forget, recall the unknown “x” voidless in zero

Gravitational collapse of a Singularity, death by sucking you & you & you, me too.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, January XV^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 9:30 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @HankWilliamsJr on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9YbeBnhC1wo?si=GQy7agjJBq5s2WcR }

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THAT’S THE BREAKS

Full of the half-backs, tail-backs & linebackers who play positional excellence

Broken in two as it should be, above, so below, mirror twilight zone in a sense

Between the two of us, it’s a matter of blind faith in the five-sense intellect, son

Teachers of our mothers and fathers gave their two cents to us for free tuition.

Mystic effects caused by unknown presences and mysterious puzzle solutions

Conclusion deductions induced by random assumptions grounded in clouds

Malfunctions from pole to pole, around the equator, we wobble in a solar system

The reason you hurt is because you can’t feel partly good, spun planet at 45 RPM.

Something is wrong with you if you can never escape the logical conclusion skin

In the darkness, color doesn’t matter but keepin’ your guts healthy within, I’m all in

Part of it, half of the time, maybe a quarter of the time, I sleep, so 6–8-hour chatter

Unconscious of the Earth, the Wind & the Fire, only dreams on my superego matter.

On the brink of a breakthrough, something you have searched for and failed to find

Function of the calculus comes to fruition by following the methods & formula sign

Only you know & I know that what will be, will be whether we know it or not, it is done

Everything moving will someday require to be at rest, respect the authority of One.

Drunks on the alcohol and phuq’d-up heads blowin’ Mary’s puffs in Clouds of Nine

Known before everything happens, can’t tell anybody, nothing is ever a surprise, fine

It’s now and then for everyone who lives here and there on mother Earth’s cold dirt

Not only are you not responsible for your actions but also not for the ancestral spurt.

What the first man and first woman was their problem, I owe them less than a zero

Now mothers of God? That’s another story with or without blind faith in the old hero

Killed the one who proved that bad men kill innocent men and blame it on justice cost

Without overwhelming force, words of the sheriff have no gravitas, it’s God’s damn post.

If you express yourself on any venue you don’t control, expect the power to execute you

Cancel your Twitter “X” to shut-off your tweets of eclectic multiple choice, human spew

Fancy and precious as jewels and gold on a silver platter, real love pumps in high grades

Not only are those the breaks but also there’s no other possible world, as reality fades.

Fun and hurried pleasure and pain for as long as you can expect to experience being woke

At least awake if not woke, seeing through the veil of fiction and moral immorality, eh bloke

Warn you and yours that there’s a moment coming when you’ll have to choose crossroads

Between you & me there is total respect, everyone else can’t expect reciprocation roads.

Scat, Scooby-do, do-wop, dit do wop ditty, over & over again repetitive respect declared hex

Ready or not, here it comes right into our open mind, you were nothing before “x” or “y” sex

Humming during the rattle gives you the rhythm and beat you can dance to, dodo wop shelf

Nothing more nor less to divulge, cough or covered up, got a solution, y’all respect the Self.

Dirty laundry is clean in the washer and ready for the dryer in maximum flux, ready to set

It’s a go, for real & that’s the way it is, from nothing at all to something in a particular debt

Rattle & hum to the moans of the parental DNA, spreading the XY and XX into a holy womb

Thrust into a hot fire, thirsty as Hell but nowhere near high water, I gotta git outta this doom.

Pride all full of proud boys whether warranted or not, all freedom to choose, pride is mine

World spinnin’ still, you’re gonna go out of here eventually, I’m not gonna regurgitate Time

Make peace with your inner thing, it may be the only thing that outlives death, I wish it too

Reincarnate a soul-flux, ignorance to enlightment, Buddha, Jesus, Zeus or Ahura Mazda.

Burned the offering to cause expectation of the fulfillment of the wish and hope to dream

Daytime or nighttime makes a tiny difference, it’s imaginary and without a standing A-team

The Old Breaks are what some get if they’re lucky & others never get because of bad Juju

Team sports or one-on-one, this is all I’ve expected so dive deep, do your thing, ah Jojo!

Crackin’ on the hot women, repelling the old bats who couldn’t bite the old leathernecks

Nothing to worry about since the skills of martial artists instill the adeptness, on the treks

Between home and the destination, it’s a distance in the power to accommodate nesting

Pressure of all peers is little or none when you have no peers, except the One with my ring.

All or mostly about respect unto death, afterward nobody will give a good cahoot about it

Asleep in a coma, it’s said to be terminal and no possible awakening to reality as we know

Pulled the plug on the machinery that keeps heart & lungs in function, less the brain flow

Florida to Washington and California to Maine East, I recovered the recollection had a fit.

Unknown flesh and bone, hard to believe that some are alive & in some way immortal too

With a spirit who is you and you will know it’s true without a doubt, you were never two

Millennia has written about causes & effects of all events, formed by willpower seeds

One less command, respect yourself since nobody else will, you’ll live to see that seed

Creepy feelings makin’ it feel like your skin has something crawling on every single inch

From ancestors to descendants, we all stand between all of them, beware of the pinch

Comes from out of nowhere when you least expect it, when you’re immersed in schemes

Of the Good, the Bad & the Ugly, all of us are the holy spirit of invisible hopes & dreams.

Highlight the lowliest among us, the humblest respect to all who show me the same, free

Have a better time in life if you familiarize yourself with rules & regulations of the history

Gratitude within me for you and all you’ve done to facilitate my indoctrination position

All things above and below move quickly and certainty is highly probable in tight, thin skin

Fictional account of the history we share from the deep and all dark caves where scrolls hid

From the lying eyes that see the Truth as what’s false to the blind eyes of sightlessness’ kids

Allow the subjects and predicates to fly from coast to coast, border to border & sea ‘hood

Sharks are hungry & they kill & eat things that were alive for a blink of an eye, we are food.

Apes and gorillas just living to eat, drink & be merry, sleeping in safe places’ guarded forces

If you retire by 60 or work until you’re 90, either way you’ll die in the end, it could be worse

It may’ve been the case that this world wasn’t just a dream but a prison cell for bad angels

Blown minds because it’s unexpected to watch impossible conceptions of bones & skulls.

Strategy between the powers evolved from gravity and centrifugal force, survival of the fit

Stay vigilant 24/7 & sleep with one eye open, if you don’t, you may not wake up to all of it

Maybe the most important thing on Earth is, non-Earth beings control the dynamic wealth

Earned, inherited, or stolen, all the stuff you have will disappear into thin air, all stealthy.

Prick up your ears like any animal interested in survival of its welfare and future existence

Reality of the fantasy is that you’ve got forever to hang around & breathe air in and out of it

Just because you weren’t alive before you were conceived means nothing, so let it all burn

To the ground as it was above, so it will be below, a Big Bang it may be, one atom at Cern.

Pretending well as pretenders do for the duration of Earth’s spinning revolution, a wobble

Missing information is critical to destroying the efficiency of the operation, a head bobble

Train the telescope on the electron microscope specimen on the slide from the petri dish

See what animates Life without an internal heart, soul & mind of its own, country Joe fish.

All humor is aside, nothing is fair in life, everyone gets right place at the right time or else

Nothing good comes of being in the wrong place or right place at the wrong time, ring bells

Cold as a place on the other side of Earth where the sun never shines, southern equator sin

I move into checkmate every time I play the game, knight or rook undercover of pawn skin.

Pine scent erasing the foul odor of the refused-used funk & junk yards, giant fans suck it in

Left over in the hot burn of the sun are the atomic waves of God’s fluid, it’s all we are in skin

Ignorance of Truth doesn’t negate the deduced conclusions of logic, it is what it is forthwith

Come into anyone’s country without a passport, you’ll be executed, unless you’re the Stith.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Janvier XIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

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