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Thursday, October 13, 2022

IT IS ALL A MATTER OF TIME IN SINGULARITY'S SPACE #HORRORonJUPITER

ALL SKIP'S SLIPS, BUTTER FINGERS & BABY RUTHS
It's the chocolate, peanuts, nougat & vanilla together in a spot somewhere above & below
The hotspots burn up the ice as if it never knew what it was to be hard core substance glow
Light into the rock and back again, cradle to grave for the forms of the Matter, we hacked it
From the first to the last grain of dust, it's all the star's burst, out of Time's fizz of the chit.

Monkeys appear as smarter than the gods, for the good of the evil and the ugly I give too
Not much in the burning love department of a ringing in the inner ear's holy sanctum rue
In a morgue or in a vacuumed out tube full of dead air, combed from the peak of an icy fire
Between the north and south woods and plains, the liquid hydrogen & oxygen rubber tire.

All in the name of the hidden steppes that go up and down in an infinite whirlwinded star
Blown away since the inception of the Big Bang's Singularity, as above. so below the shore
Fiction with the sentence packed illusory propositions which pose as the true premises too
Not only the origin but also the final destination of the state before chaos, we are a screw.

Until the dawn of the hopes loses the dusk of the charity and blind faith, assimilate the borg
Just because the ones who descended from the pretty ones are what it's all about, a hag org
Only the bitter ending of a gasp for gas can be the Truth about anything itself, before my eyes
It's a sweet bar of chocolate and hidden goodness, a form of happiness in a million fake lies.

To be known & to be conscious of being unconscious about the nature of being all too human
That's what the infants conceived and born to the Earth bound critters all come to know, man
Dying to know the answers to the infinite, willing to be One with the Original Sin's remourse
Know and think you can't be wrong before you're The UFO plama, I recognize God in a hearse.

By George, by hook or by crook, the only Truth is that Time and Space are a meta logic matrix
An entity with or without the will to power, the power to choose between good & evil kicks
Music sounds of silence, sights of solids, liquids & gases of what we call, Home Sweet Home
Everything in the usual measurement of equity and equanimity, all for One holy, gold dome.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, ROCKTOBER 3rd, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1414 hours PST
{ Drafted while at One with the Many infinite galaxies present, past & future, you can see the same as it has always been seen, an awesome, only thing there Is, Supreme Being, OM! }

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W.W.A.R.D.?
F I N I S

#FOOLS & A #FlyOnTheWall

MIXED-UP FOOL'S SPOT EXTINGUISHED, A SPECIES EXTINCT, ALREADY GONE WITH OR WITHOUT A RADIO FREQUENCY'S WAVELENGTH

Bottoms up whether you approve or not, it's a way to survive
Either in or out of the game, with or without the rules I live
Players will win and lose in Time and Space, a reason I rhyme
Common denominator I terminate at will, a power of One line.

An angle when two lines meet from {.} to a one eighty degree
From silence of an atom to the split apart unity, a con duality
Appears as the form of the thing itself, a shape of it's Hole
Bottoms up or all the way into the holy cave, sucked my pole.

Men and women failed the exams, didn't pass muster for wins
Losers who always knew that they were, fish in flight for sins
Created in the image and likeness of the unknown, empty set
Straight out of a Void, deeper & as far out as a funky debt.

Bleeding streams, consciousness flows, Cause of atomic plasma
Observation, analyzed concepts & deduced conclusive Pa & Ma
Parental consent of the seeds & pods to replicate ad infinitum
Rocks hardened from the liquid plasma, far-Ott, stone dumb.

Home runs batted in from a box next to a plate, cork in pine
Makin' the inner wood like a rubber sling, shootin' a foul line
Monkeys could play but they can't follow rules, cheater apes
Directions to deal cards or roll dice, done-in, I drunk grapes.

Sudden impact when the end meets the original sin of my men
Crazy yet sharp dressed man as it was & always will be, amen
Cause first effected the rest of my air, shing-a-ling shebang
Emotional rescue for nobody, now, Nothing's a final sad song.

Not even if you are the most fit of the animals on the planet
You're no immortal angel with wings to fly out the upper set
Top shelf shot every bull's eye out of the target, for nobody
Not a god before or after my tour of duty, I bend over me.

Make the sign of a cross to let me know you know your reset
Sheer ignorance morphs to slices of rolled dice, wise axe fret
Died for the unborn and already dead and gone, but I'm atop
Error well played, way down as it's unknown, which way's up?

In a box, boxing into the ropes, in the four corners, all back
Bouncin' right back like a a rubberband man in a sugar shack
Broken down, shreds of sound, do-re-mi to low fa-so-la-tea
Miraculous extinction for fools in video or dream, a dead sea.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c. Jeudi, September XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this jam out while jammin' to #FlysOnTheWall & #FOOLS }

F I N I S
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Sunday, September 04, 2022

#D*E*A*D# #MASH & #XTINA

WE'LL NEVER ROCK & ROLL WITHOUT FIREMEN
Two fives 'll get you ten, it's ain't plumbing or garden gnomes smokin' clover
Drop hours like moments in an invisible can, FALL TO WINTER SPRING
Minds & naked bodies are out on the streets with or without me, start it over
Again it's still rockin' the roll & rollin' with the rock, it's Time to ALL sing.

Wasted as the masters must be to both see, hear, taste & swallow birds
Cows cut into pieces with the fish & rest of the other fowl, eaten words
You want to double your money, cash on the barrel heads down under
Never wasted Time, evermore with or without you, it will be done for.

Meat between buns, hot pies of fruit and nuts, the gods were all good
On my mind, not on yours and that's so God's in the dam of fine food
Being and Nothingness right before my very eyes, flashed me a jive ass
My daughters came to help the stupid sons, miracles can't always pass.

The muster was all said and done, cheers and jeers for faked multiplicity
Fond few and their emptied contents between their ears, a dead skull G
Gods fooled the fools, created in the image of the Gods, fools are all One
Monkeys started talkin' then they started walkin', here & now, y'all ARE!

What? Recollect whom? Remember when... I know, I know, Simon says
Presence to get the gist of the arguments for and against your existences
Dirty Earth, either filling Space up with theoretical jargon or payin' a Sin
Third stone we are, after you read a theory in a book, professor Chagrin.

For the last time, Fireman's last thrust into the Void impact, a gold dawn
Burning the fuel as it should, eternity isn't final, it's infinitely here & now
Just be quiet and all the worlds of words go away, far, far away, cash cow
No worries, survival of the fittest, forging a mortal quest & IT IS ALL gone.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, September 4th, 2022 A.D. @ 1111 hours
{ Leave It Behind, It wasn't really wasted like you supposed but you're proof that Eagles fly wasted, alone, in rhythm's rhyme's link to somewhere Y'ALL know @ https://youtu.be/hfD3YVJrlt8 }
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HUMANE HUMANITY & #ThisMeansWAR