#crust #pie #aLaMode #Funkified #BlackCrowes #TowerOfPower #PepperoniGhosting #BreakUpBrokeHearts

HERE & NOW, BUDS ON FIRE, KEEP IT LIT, HARD HAT

For the love of money, gold, silver, cache or holy rocks made by the Big Bang dispersion to Earth

Value the diamond in the back or in the front with the carats I can’t count, I am too high to be me!

Above the ways and means to get the gist of this cosmic joke of a First Cause of the oceans & sea

Mothers of Earth, keep the itinerary clear, the End is Near, the Origin is Far, a whole shebang part.

All stank up the law’s enforcement because the rats like comin’ out at night, it’s the job of vermin

Who needs any light other than the Flash or the Incandescent ultraviolet or infrared wavelengths

In or Out housing the poor, In and Out of a burger joint’s animal-style fries in a paperbag bunch

Brief time or eternal time, myriad of DNA recommendations of ho-slaves and their demi-god ilk.

I will do a push-up and a sit-up, a chin-up and catch up to the leaders of the packers of the elders

Wisdom of olden days daze, lying to the One, yourself & your mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers

All you’ve got of the orphanage is the bones you move and cause the Life you live, all in your head

Hard rocks, soft water, confidence in yo’ ignorance of the Truth drives the hotrod in the ditch, dead.

Woke up in the dream, quoted words I cannot comprehend nor fathom why these words were said

To microscopic cells’ contents, God salutes you, all those about to break rock, all on a cool H2O bed

To be or not to be a wonder of the dead rockers, slaves of the Slavic slavians devolved from a mirror

Being one and the same as the glass’ reflection, broken into bits of bytes, alt/delete the divine fear.

Monsters and angels comin’ from above and below the fray, dream nightmares’ plethora, go

Of the quaking ground of hidden star dust and memories of what never was here, Never’s ever

No sense in repetition of the identical causes and effects for eternity, it’s nonsense you know

Liberty from the chains that made your imaginary prison, freedom to be One killin’ it, forever!

Bloody clothes, bloody skin and bones in a pickle with the powers that be, some gods of a God

Busted loose from the entirety of the monkey-shined diamonds, loose or raw, a stoned peapod

Effected by the affected infection, I merged into the web I got stuck in, the spider was inside me

Realized my system’s presence, got hungry, killed the lives, ate them, lived in lands of the free.

Hooked to keep track of the parts that got disconnected by a quickie implosion of a climax

Weary afterward, happy ever after, it’s all you were here to do, perform the act to the max

As quick as a tortoise on a racehorse track, takin’ a year to move a furlong and a half, it’s On

Acid of the sulfur and hydrochloric fill the atmosphere and my nasal passage, a prison’s Con.

Didn’t do it, well I did but I shouldn’t have been caught, in and out of the prison camp, a hero

Terminated only the bad and the good, left the ugly alone, just to be alive, deep well in utero

Before the termination of the breath goin’ in and out of the blowhard bags of the many men’s

And women, their ilk all in the cosmic menudo, a balloon vacuumed a hairy pie, homo sapiens.

Pines out there so far out that you only see them when you soar above them 10,000 feet up

Can’t ever see the forest through the trees because the trees ARE the forest, mistaken funk cup

Rumor and the propaganda came out of the hidden secrets and commands of the rocky roads

Dirty danced to procreate god-genome, followed suit of the game of love, species’ overloads.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 2-15-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Drafted while thinkin’ #911, Pacific Ocean awaits my presence, while jammin’ to the #TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/s0ViSVOD42E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FunFax #SinkThePink @PINK #PINK

A TEMPEST’S SMOKE & MIRRORS

If I was kidding, I would be a joker in a fresh deck of cards, history’s one phantom phenomenon

You’re in it to win it but you & I as well as the rest of the minions are the best the gods head son

It ain’t your fault that your DNA recombination resulted in the extinction of the species, this is it

After all is said and all’s done, nothing will remain once the atrophy of dirt implodes into a S#it.

Blind faith of words, phrases of random mouth blasts of hot air, refused from the lungs, bad air

Named some stunk fish dumps on sandy beaches of great lakes, last of a tidal wave’s H2O there

Luck and thievery rule this chunk of random atoms colliding and merging into One balloon float

Roamin’ from coast to coast, brain-dead mind of streaming air, of consciousness’ motorboat.

By the way, you’re all responsible for the sins of your mothers & fathers, illiterate & illegitimate

There would be nothing here and now without me being here and now, that’s all I know for sure

Inside of an urn or coffin ain’t my soul’s place on this planet, I’m far away & I’m never, ever late

For breakfast, lunch or supper, I’ve got a fork in my right hand, blade in my left, love blind date.

Freaks are honest, they have no idea that they are abnormal genetic mutations of a perfect one

Some kind of wonderful, all eagles flying above the predators who will pluck & cook what’s left

One small slice of the love pie only elephants in the cages can comprehend, one way or another

Need to get out of the enclosure but have no power to move or getaway from the bad prisoner.

Locked into the safe, no combination of digits in any specific order or rank, it’s complicated

To get into the 3-lock box, you need to know the magic spell, words to rattle the cage doors

Rubbing the lamp to get the smoke released, the genie in the bottle roams this world, dead

I found the needle with the blinded eye; thread wouldn’t go into it so I forced entry unsaid.

No way you can be both the smoke and the hard xerox copy, it’s the energy’s matter in Time

Space between your ears is not visible to anyone but you, yourself, the I is your only crime

Sewed wild oats made smooth as silk by the Ends of Time, extraterrestrial UFO silicon oxide

Means and the Ways to get the First Cause of all these good, bad & ugly as we lied, we died.

Original creeps came into your nightmares to eat your inner being’s spiritual being, your soul

It won’t be interesting to live without soul, it’ll be devastating even if you’re a holy archangel

Therefore, a deduction remains for the third eye’s insight, assumptions impossible to prove

Funk High School and Funk University & Funk College of Fine Art, all contribute to the Love.

As above or so below, it’s for you to find out if that’s something true or false as I say, got it?

You got it, that’s right, it’s a game of love & finishing it off mad about something misunderstood

Punks got it right, junkies got it wrong, be a thug, be happy until your dead and gone to Scat

Stone upon your resting place underground, a grave grave, a boot you will never get off, Hood!

You have shrunk into your circumcised foreskin, high on just being alive, pain in the organ pin

Fountains of the water sprouting above and below the green above star dirt into the exhaust

Of One or the other, as above the equator, so below the dead star’s crumble, original godson

Ice thawed becomes overflowing hydrogen & oxygen into the thin air, complexity of simpleton

Hot, molten lava into hydrogen & oxygen essence, DNA nuclear fission & fusion wastes' zones

Unusable and unstable as the part of this universe that exists without me in this purple haze

Hump backed whales and the killer whales don’t cause global warming, they’ve no footprints

Carbon or compression in white or black sand, diamond in the back, powershift sparkin’ flints.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-14-2023 Anno Domini, Saint Valentine Day @ 666 PMPST

{Drafted #DOOM during lecture on #MostMysteriousPlacesOnEarth4K – #ReYoUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tdsKw0dKSsg}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShootMeStraight #BalloonoTheBalloon #BlowYouDown #BlownJobs

HILLARIOUSLY COMIN’ WHEN I GET ABOVE THE LOW DOWN

Apes to mock the morons and idiots who live outside of the caged elephants

Psychic psychos taught by C-minus students in public and private tutor synch

With the ways and means of the civilized who work the objects & subjects we see

In front of your blinded eyes, ultraviolet and infrared light made phenomena free.

Gods either made this place in Time a leftover of their handywork or it’s accidental

Not without a conclusion for the deductions and inductions, deaf and blind AI hell

Artificial is as it’s always been, created to be equal, just short of identity of a ball

It rolls around inside of your head, aliens are attacking with UFO balloons’ fall.

Trolls gathering in the petri dish at the lab, millions, no billions of the #SoMany

Infinite amount of self-replicating stooges made in the image of cavemen & saints

All in the middle of nowhere with nothing but blind faith to shed light on the dead

All of them already gone to nowhere in sight, out outta sight & mind, out my head.

Perfect zero between minus One & plus One, where it all appeared out of nowhere

Belief and knowledge encompass the wisdom of the essence’s pure hiss of dead air

Funk University was my first degree, the philosophy of yo’ aunts and uncles, point?

No point, it’s pointless to make a point, pointing out the sharp tip’s angle, a joint.

Horrible yet foolish as the cartoons of imaginary animals and their fake nine lives

Shovin’ and shovelin’ the P Street shuffle all over the Monopoly board, sorry kids

It ain’t my fault, you ought to realize that, I’m just a cog in the gear box, chain link

I won’t be alive more than a hunred years more, if still alive, could be worse, think!

Heads die, feet quit running, walking & jumping, handouts dry up, nothing comes

As above like your mother used to do, suckle & assist you with the evolutionary art

Foaming at the mouth, seafoam on the beach, I like the foam, come over red rover

When it’s gone, the air is gone, no bubbles without air, it’s flatlined, man, It’s over!

Disturbance in the peace of mind, need the cover dissolution to blow up balloons

Silly geese all doin’ their goose step until they stop, give it a go to the fixed goons

A Singularity without matter and anti-matter appears to be divine, immortal ball

High or low, use the #Hedge, eyes close, breath stops, rigor mortis One & for All.

Ate wrong food, drank the right wine and spirits, gave Earth all I had right back

Into the mix I didn’t know to the mix I created from recycled tires’s sugar shack

No hurry yet you don’t have forever, that’s very disturbing since I might die tonight

Tomorrow but not yesterday, Time moves ahead, forward young DNA’s mega-byte.

Gone fishin’ until the hub-bub is finished, pretzels and the binge of beer & wine

Everything’s just beautiful, always was & will be, it’s an aberration that’s all mine

Frontal nakedness, rear nudity when you die, clothes on a dead body, all bull scat

You won’t need clothes, brutal hell in paradise’s dead 208 bones, buried a hatchet.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XIIIth, MMXXIII @ 1111 AMPST

{ #MissionCompleto @NickCage #KNOWING on youTube link # https://youtu.be/kELKz0VC0wg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?