Sunday, May 05, 2019
#FiddleStix & #MyThoughtsExactly #PrecisionEsotericLogic
U/V BLUE, OLD DAYS, ONE & DONE
Just an empty vessel of solid gases from the atmosphere’s exosphere on the perihelion of God
What in the world is out of this world? God is. It is the way of the warrior, weaponized mind
Knowledge and Wisdom of the Good and Evil of the wobbling orbit, the revolution’s scat-free
All that’s left after the light’s gas is used and abused without regard for sharing or humanity.
On the beach waitin’ for the surf to rise above the sandy turf of tuna, skin of the star games
No bench under my arse waitin’ to go into the game, ready to elicit defense of idiotic dames
Looking into and around it, above and below it, fell the distance between atomic infinite suns
Blowing and glowing, it’s all they do, it’s the function of the atomic genome of misery’s funds.
Days blown, nighttime is all that can shown to the players of The End games of the Voidish
What appears to be nothing at all, a vacuum without a trace of the past or the future, a Dish
With or without you and me, it’s here, it’s there and everywhere else in the Cosmic menses
For to be or not to be is NOT THE QUEST of the man’s skin and bones, one cell to corpses.
Compound the delivery of the Word with the Meaning and Intent of the Thought, persuasion
That I’m right and you’re either Left or Wrong but in any case, Not Right and that is all of It
Become one with the idea, the thought of the path to return to the memory of life’s BBQ pit
It’s the food we eat, it’s all dead and it allows our life to extend beyond the thirst’s starvation.
You died, you gave it all, at birth or in a battle or at the end of the line’s accidental ceremony
To honor the pointless life of a man or a woman and invent a meaning without the substance
It is what it is to be alive, to be a human, to be a homo sapiens, to be this guy in this company
The master of light, the arbiter of the orbit’s byte off of the solar system’s jazzy blues’ dance.
Just light ‘em up if you got ‘em and that is all she wrote, we fired up those fags on a match
Smoked ten packs in the carton in a week, first call to nicotine addiction, pitched to catch
In between innings in back of the dugout, we huffed and puffed before singles and homers
At bat to hit the ball out of the park, fast or curved balls got the wood goin’ over to Hooters.
Blessed souls and sentenced bodies and bones to the prison’s prism, miracles all shook up
I got chills from the ice around my head and feet, happy to be alive but I forgot my #SECup
Fast ball right down the pipe, eighty MPH screw ball in the unprotected groin for the money
Dreaming big, woke up in a dream, in shackles, nested in a sticky heart, my A-B-C’s honey!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. #CincoDeMayo 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while jammin’ to #AlbertKingBlues #DoesElvis HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/am0HO6Ijfyw }
W.W.A.R.D. ?
Friday, May 03, 2019
Biggest Black Holes and Cosmic Monsters - Space Discovery Documentary ALittleDittyFromTheHighlandCity OutOfSightHeartsUptight BUSH #LetUsPray PapaFrancisco
OUT OF SIGHT, HEART’S UPTIGHT
When your lover leaves you for an hour or a month, only one thing worse, being living the D
Body needs to be pleasing to the sensation, the form, the shape of the genie in the bottle cap
Perform an act three times before a finale comes like you are in the chlorophyll, you’re a sap
Babies in bathwater thrown into the rivers of Green and Ganges, flown into the deep blue sea.
Marginal yet sufficient price to pay for the rights, the privileges, to be wrinkle and Zoloft free
Still I am gonna rub the lamp, the bottle or the skin and bone of The Beautiful’s form of glory
Lickin’ lips because all of the liquid phlegm has receded into a Void’s xylem and phloem holes
We are the Human, food at work, in school or retired from a dirty Earth, a secure social club.
Food? No we’re not, nobody is a cannibal left on Earth, but they used to eat us, alien martian
Left the moon up in heaven to remind us that we were not alone, but now we are, all alone
In a locked barn door or behind the shield of misconception, impression to abort mighty sin
Speed of Light faster than Love wants to be, slow it down to embed the feet in the trap, son.
No, you say, yes maybe so, maybe not, it all depends on the Time and Space of what this is
A dream? Of yours, mine or an unknown xy chromosome from the matrix bones all abuzz
Loving it and hating to be without it, the air I breath, the O2 mix, just right to appear, loves
All of the hearts that beat from the conception to the end, fakin’ all of the PC right moves!
At some point, impressions formed in the light even to the blinded ones, all present on day 1
For no reason other than two genomes licked lips, became One from Two, raw without a bun
Price to pay for the next twenty years, repeat it twice, thrice or half dozen more times, spaced
Good, bad or ugly, black aces and eights runnin’ the dozens on the jive-as of a human erased.
by
c. May 4th, 2019 A.D. #MayTheFourthBeWitchChew #GottaRubItTheRightWayEh
{ drafted while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera ‘yum’ on Genie in a Bottle ... 
sayin’ nope on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kIDWgqDBNXA }
sayin’ nope on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kIDWgqDBNXA }
W.W.A.R.D.?
MASTERS PEACE OF DOGWOOD
ANGELS’ STREETCORNER MERCY
There is a reason to the rhyme in your prismatic prose, a lack of sensitivity, negligent C-men
From the bowels of the bottom of the meatball wasteland, the Earth supernovas demigods
Souls of One or the Many, on the cages of the masses of third and second classes of a Zazen
Discredit the humanity of it all, revolution from the axis to the equator, supernova gonads.
Spies for the Arctic and the Antarctic cites of the frozen tundra, all the waste conglomerates
At the top above and below at the bottom of the whirling, dead star, dirty planet ozone fates
Comin’ in and out of black holes, the hard rocks turn to soft,hot liquid, ore-rock, lava hotties
Drop the facade and create the Truth out of the Nothingness that existed before gods’ bodies.
Thunder, lightening, fire, water, wind from the revolution and wobble of the twirl’s whirl
It’s a matter if Time and Space, the spin, wobble and flippin’ turns, ad infinitum, endless It
We are not qualified to comment on the nature of Being the source of Being, the Be One All
Unfathomable that your original DNA code is related to Nothing on Earth, heaven’s a ball?
We play ‘ball’ every day, the Earth is a ball, the moon is a ball, the sun is a ball, do it all again
Spring and Summer makes the hitter run about four bases to get home, scoring losers do win
Tell the truth about what you think, true love and smiles, hard to get hard up and in, screws
I am mad at you but I’m not mad, you’ve misconstrued my dream in these ultraviolet blues.
It’s right when it’s wrong sometimes just because you don’t lay down to sleep all alone, ever
Inside the bag of bones I’ve got to animate the thing itself, in the toes or in the brains, never
Never-land is not the end of the line, it’s not curtains down on a stage’s finale, iced giant Red
Bitter end of iced, terrestrial wings’ groove in a magic gas rock, a holy UFO grave, it is said!
Intent causes the effects in your and my reality, whether conscious or unconscious, same old
Ancient texts of human linguistic history from a tower of Babel, mighty blows, spinal tap gold
Take this the wrong way please, you and I, all of us of every culture on Earth fall down to here
Ecstatic, empty void of holy-scat prayers to corpses lovin’ social paradise, holy cheeseburger!
by
r j j stephan, i {HEADER is that old 70’s Florida-Alabama-Georgia-Mississippi band }
c. May 3, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
W.W.A.R.D.?
Thursday, May 02, 2019
#DoNotCuss #FoulLanguageIsBlackHoleSingularityFuel #CrowsOnAMission #DonJuanMatus @CarlosCastenada #IceCream #SoulScream
OUT OF YOUR MIND, SOUL SCREAM
With my own eyes, I could not believe what I was seeing, out in front of my pen screamin’
My paintbrush and a plethora of color from white to black and in between, in living colors
Around the turning merry-go-round ad infinitum, liking it or not, it’s all there is, all you got
No turning around from here and now, only going down, never up, it’s too black, no lights!
On another hand, it’s dawning, that we qualify for free gifts of bliss, ignorance and amnesia
It is my treasure chest of inheritance from the original man and woman who began fantasia
Full of the silver and gold that comes from the dead star’s refused fuel, we’re ain’t dead dude!
Infected in the end or at the origin, with the virus and bacteria that qualify for being Good!
Up above and down below the things themselves, I think that I will to be, therefore, ‘I says’
Mother Earth and Father Sun before me and will still exist when I’m done, huzzah, huzzah
Rested underground or in the justice of the free falling volcanic ash-choke, cosmic collapses
Road’s twisted on the way to the dead end, weary hallelujah or not? Creator, Jesus’ Buddha
Periods of the era of human genome are historical some are not, always Dark Days indeed
Affected by all of the lunar and solar effects upon this rock that rolls a dry, wobbling seed
Earth is full of graves of bones for a reason, it’s got nothing to do with God, saints or angels
Sorry, no disrespect but I’ve been blinded by the light of Truth, justice is ringin’ my bells.
Equal and disproportionate piles of ash, liquid rock, bricks in reformulated, lead-mortar balls
No kidding, you know just about all there is to find out, idols will idle, tearing skies drip, cry
Alive, live every moment like it’s the last one you’ve been granted, AC/DC wall of the evil fly
Get more than eight miles high, out of your mind, out of the world as we know it, Adam falls.
Invested time in your golden lead, into the form of a statue’s head, looks in your motley face
Or me or any form of homo sapiens with 208 bones and a ton of guilt for Alpha’s stolen pool
Time and Space becoming the duration in this place, my hometown, my digs without a trace
Deep in the woods, in the jungle, near the caves at the top of the volcano, I still play the fool.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted with grace from above {#MyMuse}, while listenin’ to some Bruce Springsteen #HumanTouch cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bNJA3jCeAR8 }
*Header is one of the VincentVangogogh #masterpieces, #TheScream link to more @ https://youtu.be/boRWPNu_JZA }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, May 01, 2019
#BillionsAndTrillionsOfMinutes #UnblindedByTheLights #WheresMyBabyAtNow
FREE ENERGY, WORMHOLE BLOW
It may or may not float in thin air, hydrogen full consciousness in a heart and mind of a liar
As if I had a choice to be conceived. to be born, be that as it may, soul’s vector is cool at best
Small byte of data in a remote viewing to a stranger in the night, lantern morphs into hot fire
Punks and genii in open contact disclosure for no reason I know of, that magic matters less.
Magnetic fields pulling on my psyche’s consciousness, my deep sense of Self, loosened a city
There it is, here and now, perceived by sensory and extra-sensory perception, black hole blue
Pan and pot, fork and spoon, got the song and the rhythm of the rhyme, drop a dime on me
There is a plethora of action points all in essence the same thing, One combusts, doubled two.
Too hungry to be Top Secret, too thirsty to be Confidential project of Starlight subpoenaed
Back to the ground of being, here and now on Earth, a finite time before death with a blade
Functional flying objects are now, I’m laughin’ about the conclusions without wisdom’s edge
Horror and comedy movin’ under enemy lines, contorting into masks of Ala, Zorro’s pledge.
My knife and sword will be embedded into something less than rock but more than liberty
It is not my choice but I will participate in the predication of the subjects’ and objects’ posing
Burned into the rock, branded and embedded, paws out of balance wheels and a stone matrix
Encoded the cypher of the Cabal, the I Ching, the prophet @GibranKhalil, interstellar sexist.
Nuclear weapons in metallic, circular objects are FO’s not UFO’s, got it? Get it? Very good.
Existence is a trip without any surprises but there are more surprises in store for the minions
You and I and everyone else, young, old like me, holy or in sin, particles of the gas of a god
What moved the unmoved mover? A push, a thought, a fall into a rabbit hole’s mortal sin?
Blind faith probably in error due to it’s wild conjecture regarding unknown emptiness’ void
Perhaps, the cake will be had and eaten too in this particular case, what the hell, android?
Running out of water, Earth will live on as a dry rock without living things’ evil, no life alive
Radiant and freed gas, evolved Singularity in a #WormHole, hell, mama told me not to come!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, April 30th, 2019 A.D. #Infinitude
{ #JustTrippin’ a hoax of suppression, this is a ‘dream within a dream...’ -- Edgar Allan Poe commiserating with Edgar Allan Poets psychically & listenin’ to Moody Blues #InSearchOfTheLostChord on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4mBCs2ugvII }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
#WWARD #IfYouGetStuckInTheRim #HangFire
NO SEQUEL, A PRO’S DARK FINALE
One and done, counting UV, neon fingers, pickin’ grinninn, keepin’ track of codes, #Puleeze!
Conception, birth, life, death, reincarnate birth to death, all too human lie, I’m pinocchoing
To be or not, empty spirit spit with no skin or bone in afterlife among White Dwarf voiding
Your faith in your preaching, brothers, sisters and fathers opinion about mothers gone wrong
Back to the sceptical dream within a dream, where you’re asleep, lookin’ for food for the fang
Yet you’re not, it’s an illusion of the Being’s Nothingness, how it feels to be the whole shebang
Your climate will change sooner or later, don’t worry about the atmosphere, it’s a blues’ song.
#Dude, you must be kiddin’ because there’s no way your mother would allow you in the dojo
To sit around in your cubicle, your digs and just smoke, eat and drink hashtags, uri-defacto
Punks, thieves, fancy gypsies who go to the magnetic morons to become grave fodder’s gods
Neither logical persuasion nor abstract illusions of Space or Time resolve It, #AYKM, OMG!
Breathe in and out, feel the pain and suffering, the pleasure of avoiding the substance of me
That’s amore! You live, you love (or not) and then you die, that’s It, now you know, all done
From a naked lump of iron/dirt, Earth pretends not to be the dead star, hot core still within
Do not make me break out the Astro-Physics and Metaphysics on your poor psyche in Sin.
Meaning to your existence, your loved and hated ones alive and dead, why you should care
In a corner or on the corner, the bottom line is the four of the plane inside a nin-sided cube
Nowhere to go inside of the Georgia impeachment or the California goldrush, if you’re a rube.
In or out of Office or just the office, matters little to anyone deceased or preconceived in me
Out to lunch or on vacation, one step beyond the permanent vacation, utopian ecstatic skree
It’s impossible to be fair in a singular byte with a spyin’ blue whale, mama’s just a black Ho.
by
c. April 30, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted in proximate area of my magnetic attraction, my wife, my love preparin’ for angel wings for #RoundTrippin’ #CoastToCoast & listenin’ to #CypressHill on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1rZ9cqSJgRM }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Monday, April 29, 2019
#FullTankOfHydrogenPeroxide #Greeks #Romans #Americans @TheEaglesBand
REDWOODS, MOVIESTARS & H2O
Grounded right here and now, due to gravity’s force pullin’ me and little #queenie uptown
Where the poor men and women drink tonic and gin, the helpless, hapless, hopeless clowns
From the teenage years, enculturated selfies took hold of consciousness’ fear and loathing
Just because it could, there was no free choice, there was no free will, a fait complet vi-king!
I have been wrong before, especially when I was completely happy with the presence of glee
Happiness achieved due to hard work and saving energy for the long haul, trip to the edge
Open doors and windows to enter and exit the house of these wet-dry dreams of monkey man
Guard is up to protect the inner heart’s stone-hard, emotional response to parental abandon.
Mother and father, regardless of Nurture are indeed the cause of a Thing itself, come to papa
One of me, two of them, rhythm, melody, that’s the Truth, I am what I am, #FakeNews scam
Applause exempt, exhibition game, playin’ music, tellin’ jokes, actin’ the fool, #Ebonics flaw
Nothing itself sparkles it’s singularity, a pulsar dead and gone, a matrix, what? Yo’ mama!
Hot air, cold water, good to be alive, mountain or desert, garbage dump or quicksand muck
Here’s an alternative to happiness, total blackness without light, without sound, taste, touch
Complete, utter neglect of all atomic matter, hydrogen to heavy matter underground of Pluto
Hating the mighty mice won’t get you anywhere in Notre Dame’s tower, all hunchbacks blow.
Pot of gold stolen from the end of the rainbow before I was born, they still told the good fight
Truth be told, all of this dirty water being created out of Nothing, Adam and Eve #fakeNews
Give me a break, sinning, eating an apple of the knowledge tree? Must be low hangin’ blues
What would it get you when you’ve got everything, be curious about Nothing? That’s bright!
Last word of the lords of rings and lords of the twilight zones both above and below Nothing
I am what I am, it’s the same as you, a pauper or a queen or destitute mother of a So-Cal king
You’re mortal, even if you were not, I do not GAFF, that’s for me to know and you to find You
Tattoo that on your arm, your face, your back, your chest, ink blot that love of black and blue.
Whiskey and beers all around for everyone! Turn up the music, we’re in the mood to be rocks
Likin’ the multiplicity and the fear of the unknown inherited from the genome, ma and pops
Unknown dead ends, lead to nothing that matters except Earth’s ice cube box, good love alive
Found lost, hidden from neon light, in angels’ city near darkness valley, doin’ the hand jive!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. April 29, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #ShesGottaBeSomebodysBaby #GreatestHits on youTube link https://youtu.be/SmlRXhjulHg }
W.W.A.R.D. ?
Sunday, April 28, 2019
#WhatsTheFunkinNoise #DoomAndGloom #BoomBoomBoom #VoidOfYourMamasWomb #BabyWontYouDanceWitMe @TheRollingStones
Another #DeadMansHand I drew when I was drunk and insane at the card game in my room
Who shot another idiot in my tent, chucked ‘em in a putrid rice paddy, left doom and gloom
Idiot had six kids and two wives back in the states, he tapped death on the shoulder, bit him
Should have just walked away and pretended to be the loser that he really was, lights got dim.
Queens left home, 10,000 miles away, give or take a kilometer, spoiled cabbage boondoggle
In the air mixed with the banjo ditch dirt of the ignorant masses, same faces, same old stone
Bone structure of the head and face matters only to the misanthropists who screw apologists
For the darkness observed outside of this planetary dance with the sun and moon, all alone.
Nobody gets out alive, teen boys swiggin’ and spillin’ in the woods, nobody’s a zombie to fear
Casey Kasem contributing darkness to the doom and gloom, music of bombs ringin’ her ears
Forever at the bottom of the holy holes can’t be denied, even inside-outside holy-men fear me
Complete, utter denial and ultimately surprise at the end, eyes wide opened, lips agape, finis.
Funky noise trippin’ me out, comin’ out of every mouth on every street of every speck of dirt
Whatever it is, whomever you turn out to be, in the ended role, the part you play in the skirt
Or on the side of the road with blue jeans, barefooted and broken, need a ticket to ride mode
Blown funk away from my #Darkness, #DeadMansHand, dance with me maroon, Sexplode!
Lookin’ for a dance with me must be a fate worst than death since I am an invisible party of 1
To be found on the ground or in the air, above or below this and that, one substance category
Forms, shaping the DNA in sea water, salted dirt or Hydrogen-Oxygen gas, things I can’t see?
It’s all a PARTY of form, check the garbage dumps, the cemeteries, head explodes all the fun!
I got what I paid for since I got this entire experience for free, liberty to live or die with a buzz
Free Will and Free Choice just a matter of speakin’ the Truth, that You are All there ever was
Sober, drunk, slave, queen or king, all bleed, all become corpses, maggots, exceptions? None
Neither First Cause nor Last Effect explode #Darkness’ doom and gloom, y’all go & have fun!
by
r j j stephan, i { *out of water, eatin’ dirt on the side of ‘Roselle’ road, by a RR track dump }
c. April 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while in a loop listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #GloomAndDoom in a loop, link for the real-time torture on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tEOYp-FQ9iI }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Saturday, April 27, 2019
#OilOfAphrodite #CosmicDebris cures your asthma too! @DoobieBrothers take ya to #ChinaGrove
WARP JUPITER & QUASAR@M87 *
#NeverForget your star’s watts #SuperNova, cosmic dust, charged so significant, straight up
Inside of a #BlackHole, I collapsed a Hydrogen bomb, 5,3 Yatowatts of cosmic goop, dear sir
Nothing could be further from my mind in the morning for my size #10 combat boot seal fur
Submerged my consciousness into NYC union concrete & steel, 200 kilo-deep end soda pop.
In a New York minute, it all came down, out like a light, supernova eclipsed my orbit, friend
Dreamed that the astronomical wisdom would explain the empty, blind faith’s survival blend
Northern or Easterly, the wobble and spin of the territory Alexander the Great just left to me
From his father, Phil of Macedonia, life’s death visited every skull, star-dust is danger debris.
Hard to believe the incredible, unbelievable but be that as it may, the nuns forced the hunt
Feeding the hunger to know the reason for being alive here and now, in a matrix of occult sin
Responsible for being innocent at the origin and the infinite, invisible destination’s existence
Inside my brain, out of my mind, out of the Earth’s influence, football’s are for feet to punt.
Shredded the frets of the axes and wobbled the revolutionary orbit, descended in #FakeNews
Never to ascend again out of mire and the muck, in your and my field of dreaming the #Blues
Ordinary giants and midgets, macrocosm and microcosm of the Nucleus of the Singularity Id
Event Horizon sucks my Space back to Nothing you can avoid, God-damned, cosmic Jupiter.
Planet melts, disintegrates into It, consumed by Nothing, on Earth with the monsters’ hunger
For the flesh and bone that doesn’t know the danger of being eaten by savage teeth, disaster
End Jupiter’s dream, humanity’s local asteroids, end of days to supernova black hole plays
Black hole Cassiopeia’s gamma ray burst, a comet, Issac’s and Albert’s great escape, today’s!
Angular momentum becomes the acceleration I needed to approach the speed of light’s state
Invisible to the measurements of tools of the organism, unknown sights seen is what you get
Environmentally in the center’s violent universe, x-rays become what magic animates the pet
My fault’s the fault of those who began this #Fall above & below the nature of this checkmate!
by
r j j stephan, i *header is a 9-11 lucky shot #ConvectionDustDevils
c. April 27, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to the “Space Discovery Documentary” #CleanOffSolarPanelsDustDevils #MostPowerfulForcesInTheUniverse link @ https://youtu.be/u_xu6OP8uGI }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Friday, April 26, 2019
#Validity #Logic #Reason #Nonsense #EverybodyWasKungFuFighting #CloGreen (version)
OFFENSIVE, DEFENSIVE KICKS
It’s not goin’ to be popular with the educated elite and the pompous #GooGooDoll blows
But and that is a very big but, someone is the catalyst for the sapiens cave-monkeys to shine
Vaccinated and immunized from the viral infections and bacterial clones, all yours n’ mine
Exact, nearly identical DNA to the first One’s code out of the blackest swirl of crooked rows.
In the caves of Kentucky and down under and over there, it winds up chewed-up eagle spit
Spittin’ image of me, the blow job, makes no sense, pleasure/business, but why, oh puppet
Nobody knows why, first man, first woman, last baby, nobody in between, let us just split
A hole in this world is really just a word in a song, it’s not really true, I’m on a bully pulpit.
I used to fight about being right, now I just know other people haven’t become priveleged yet
To the data byte information available to everyone on Earth, poor, priveleged alike, let’s jet
Anger and disappointment will disappear into thin air within a century, therefore phuq-hit
Keep your eyes on the prize because it’s there until you masticate it into golden grain chit.
Punks from the block’s corners all so old their grandkids hid them away in a new, old place
To house mankind’s wasted, elderly, of sound mind and body or not, out of style, a bitch slap
Upside the head by your mama or your brother ‘cause your papa never showed his holy face
Could have been the butcher or the baker or the policeman but it wasn’t, just a #BangersRap.
So, here and now, I am in the middle of the arrangement someone else set up before I came
Nothing will change things and even if I try, whatever will be will be, it’s a set deal, end game
Hidden, lying eyes and the naive, ignorant eyes all go to the same place’s ends, an emtpy void
I expect the game to end since I’m a player, playin’ and I will be standin’ ready, I am a droid.
No breath or heartbeat, no thoughts or erratic behavior, no logic and reason, such a tragedy
Lately up until the present time, the spin of the philosophy was that of the sceptical comedy
Unshared with my human family although available in the unlit caves of hidden #RiisPark
We looked forever until we found each other, look at us now, up all night, still in the dark.
All of the self defense is useless since there are no threats other than the last breath coming
When it’s gone, that’s it, caput and if there’s something else like the blind faiths suppose
I’ll take my medecine and be glad for everyone who believed in the blind faith, only One
It’s my soul, if there is one inside of this body, this spirit is my own, #WastedTime’s no fun.
by
r j j stephan, i #AskMeNoQuestionsAndIWillTellYouLiesAnyways
c. April 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 PM #FourTwenty
{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #VictimOfLove & HITS LIVE Staples Center in 1999 youTube link @ https://youtu.be/IClFtuFlgPw }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Thursday, April 25, 2019
#OracleAtDelphi #Philosophia & #YoMama #HatersAreIndeedMorons
FUNK IN FAKE COSMIC SOUP *
Well and good, ill and evil, either way or neither way, chickens peckin’ to kill the bull
Being the hen-pecked rooster who crows out loud in the silent night of the Pinochle
The rest of the day is for walkin’ and peckin’ and huntin’ for the gods in a chariot
Hidden in the yolk of each of their hatched eggs, the DNA of the moron and idiot.
OMG, hidden texts that change the minds of the ignorant and deceived in #MoronMush
Gravel, rocks, stones and pebbles move the boulder from the cave, give it an itty-bity push
With blinded eyes wide open, fired leaves burn the shadow invisible to our ancient history
Fine with me, you are slim, #GoogleIt #Coachella extinction’s immanent, he’s she, she’s he.
Can you hear the morning sirens, the helicopters propellers and propulsion’s divine noise
Reversing gravity’s power, exceptional idea on defying the authority of a pull, keepin’ poise
Deadbeat dead heads in conjunction with naked apes burnin’ Chokecherry Canyon incense
Impudent and aligned with my Evil Genius in a free-hand masquerade, Cartesian conscience.
Lifted from a war zone, above and below the historical idiots, #Silence, drink #FruitOfVines
Are you feelin’ me now, being so fit for survival, armed with sharp, holy swords and sheaths
Even if you are dead and gone from a consciousness of a divine being host of Life’s last breath
Fear the hashashins knives, fruity heart, to the head, grapevine hands, swallowing my wines.
Knowledge, wisdom are the power along with the Charity of Blind Faith and Blind Fortune
To be or not to be is NOT ‘The Question’ but it is the answer to the wobbles revolution, son
Mother of all bombs dancin’ to the overture of your worst nightmare and best idiot illusion
Flush down the spit with the holy water, in the wishing well of your mama’s womb, in scum.
I am not the creator of the images you receive within your finite cranium, just the messenger
Appropriated the words and thoughts of my teachers and writers of the philosophy of Thor
Gods who moved when they should have remained at rest for eternity, but why? It is done!
Consciences of a Nation, Galaxy and a Cosmos, asleep in a mother-lode, an #effin fake-drone.
by
r j j stephan, i *Header is the Grateful Dead colored-bone icon from an LP/CD
c. April 25, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to a surprise for all of us on youTube link #ENDS Everlast @ https://youtu.be/MjiMqeD-lrs #DontBeAHaterYouMoron #IfTheSlipperFits }
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