BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, WISDOM, POWER, IGNORANCE, I'M TOO HUMAN, EVEN HEAVEN KNOWS #SHAT #KORN #NICKELBACK #NUGENT #MavisStaples #Respect

TRIPPIN’ BIG TIME, WORD UP

Look deep into my eyes for now, neither your crew nor my one & only mark the spots

To be here, there or anywhere in the middle of your hodge podge menudo strung out

On bags of glue to sniff, dust of flowers & their plants, fermented or from Barney’s still

Hold up your hands above your head as if you think there’s power above you, Big Chill.

Space between us and the next thing itself is infinite and non-existent to the mind’s eyes

Inside of your head, deep in your bone marrow’s DNA/RNA complex, there’s an ape within

You don’t know it & can’t sense it, no insight about it, no way to be or not to be over here

Of the authority of vermin and human, eaters of the planet’s mud, drinkers of blood & beer.

Forgot about it, once or twice recollected the memory of what happened prebirth, a shot

Inside of the vacuum of a dark, wet prison cell, safe from the world of lines and a polka dot

Trigonometric triangles of inequality, being either more or less but never as it was, as a One

Series of alpha-numeric scribble on cave walls or parchment scroll, wasted internet sub-fun.

I got you and the rest of the whole shebang under my skin, it’s this small capsule of grit

Left over from my ancestral heritage, all random collisions of love & force of orgasmic chit

Bang for the buck understood as the value of your gold being equal to what you get back

Income accounts payable, you get out free, nobody gets out of life alive, not even a hack.

Computers or nothing but a pencil & paper to figure out problems everywhere you look

Taken away by the angels that nobody ever sees comin’ or goin’, it’s a mythological crook

Trying to steal your freedom to walk upon the compound dust thrust from the sunny star

Mi amigas, Tequila Margaritas in Shambala, headed there all along, now it’s way too far.

Gypsies workin’ miracles with magic potions and prophetic guesses about the obvious art

Of War & Peace upon stardust mysteries underfoot, can’t get up and over it, from the start

Jump, excited my atomic substance into nowhere I can ever return to, gotta go without soul

Nobody lives without a soul, you die like your kinfolk & descended scrotum seed, egg’s foal.

Powerful & powerless, songs sung and can’t be comprehended by the language of Tongue

Plugs spark to burn the chaffe unconsumable soul, holy God’s forsaken dream of the Dung

Buns to cove the raw meat, burnt meat or soy bean feet to avoid the starvation bell ring

To be hungry, so human, y’all gotta be stillborn-starlight, annihilation all by Itself, Nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 3-18-1971 (I know it’s 2023!)

This, One Day I got lost on the road to Shambala!

{ Groovin' out the matrix LISTENIN’ TO @Bruce_Springsteen #Devils&Dust on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q & #TheMidnightSpecial 1980 etc... link @ https://youtu.be/KX1WMqdSSck}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PerfumeLipstickOnAPig #MyMaria

FORM & MATTER IN 3.14 SURREPITITIOUS PIE

Boredom with the causes and effects of the matrix leads to desperation of ID

From the superego & the ol’ ego that I am, there’s an ignition of the star god

Blown into a supernova, without the aid of mankind, it’s just not all too human

It’s definitely out of this world, here & now we currently immerse in mortal sin.

What’s a mortal? What’s a sin? Come on man, what’s a dick? Your original sin

In a moment the finish line crossed will end the race devoid of soul searchin’

Fools and their ham sandwiches think for themselves, not for the commander

Above & below the steaks & chops for the BBQ & the coitus interruptus, caput.

How long can this go on? Not long enough for me, I’m enjoying the chopper ride

No helmet, hair blown back like stiff sticks comin’ out my head, from a law I hide

Punks & upstanding citizens all related to the herd of flesh & bone without fate

What in Hades can you mean by, “This is the only way to heaven’s gate.”? Hate?

If you don’t love it there’s only one alternative, I hate facts of life & megadeath

Lean toward the wind to get the maximum blow-back, it’s drag & draft the sons

To battle with one another’s sons and daughters, all ignorant of the conflict tiff

Slicker than pitch-black ice, shattered to smithereens, an atomic neutron spiff.

Continue from the final ending of the thing itself, it’s substantial essence of Id

Desire and need mate for everything, everywhere, all the time, forever on end

A Man, A Woman, accidental collision of atoms in Space, procreating it, the Kid

To play games with or without following philosophical rules of an chit we send.

Tweet on your face’s books, write upon the covers and in the margins of Word

To find out what it means to be or not to be, Sir Francis Bacon wave of a wand

Imagine well adjusted mankind, be creative although it’s impossible to be, God

Still strive to be perfect, behave perfectly with the good, evil and the butt ugly.

Are you in? Are you out? #ShootTheMoon #ShotsInYourSkin, God finds the way

To get in and out without anyone knowing there was a visit from a star, One Day

Unified theory of relatives, Form-Matter hopeless new leg to run on ad infinitum

Way back in time, our ancestors had none at all, all died #WOKE, evil and dumb.

Funny as the tragedy of comedy so far away from your mind’s eye, it’s invisible

Hilarious and without ennui from alpha to omega, light astral foam ring a bell

Recollecting the memory forgotten for the challenge of playing Chance’s game

Freedom to choose, free will to pick winning & losing, I am my claim to fame.

Sung words, blew horns, sawed fiddles, beat animal drums, metal cork the hole

In the cave, on walls behind the firelight, the things themselves form from coal

A hunting they will go to kill, which way is up is all they need to know, corpses

Big women and small men mate and get what you see, people of the menses.

Ultraviolet blue blood spilled crimson in war and peace, by accident or intent

Shook the monkeys out of the trees, shocked the cavemen’s holy inner sanctum

Mama and papa cannot provide the expertise of divulging the unknown, Word

Silently whispered in our ear at birth & before death, now, Wake the Phuq Up.

Linked to the cube, all six sides around me, I’m in the center, you are not there

Next thing you know, you’ll be forgetting the Truth as you know it, how you are

Umbrella prevents the hardened rain from splitting skulls, knockin’ dummies out

Out of dirty ground, bury us all, God’s mother Earth man, what she’s all about!

Part of the equation when everything on Earth is unequal is an inequality upset

Who wins the big bet on the #MarchMadness pool of mankind running to & fro

Nouns & verbs involved in the predication of hound dogs howling at a full moon

Hustle your ma & sister, not your pa & brother, you are a loon, the mob’s goon!

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r j j stephan, i

c. March XVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #StPatrickDay

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyMaria by #BWStevenson on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ewyu4dIVj-8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisNormalAbnormallyBizarre #PuppetsPoohWinnie #GodRevolt #DivineJusticeHamSandwich

FROSTY THE MUDMAN, EVERY FLICK TELLS A STORY

I had some news before the old boys came home from the war, battles with their minds

Wiped out by the rigorous structure of being awake & ready to fight & kill 24/7/365 lines

Draw inside the lines because there’s nothing in the space outside, Outerspace mythology

Where the claim from deadmen is that place which is nowhere on Earth, causes Earth & me.

Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, friends & foes await the Pearl of Wisdom shot

Finish your examination in order to pass your final exam, you’re all gonna go to the hot pot

Burnt smoke that couldn’t stay on fire, just residue of the thing too hot to handle a screw

Got a nut & a washer to keep the screw as tight as a knot in iron rope, a fight with Wufoo.

Pigs down here in God’s eye stye, corralled to be slaughtered, humanitarian BBQ party time

Killing and burning and consuming and defecating, in rivers, lakes or deep woods’ troll slime

Without four legs all up in trees, look out below, that’s not rain that stinks like monkey scat

That all too human stench is your tool to keep the perfumed far away from dirty, filthy brat.

Marks in the center of the bull’s eye where my shot landed square on One point, out of sight

Eyes, ears, nose, mouth & the neck up to the tip-top, I am your antithesis & your good fights

Greed is a function of the idiots who became evolved Cro-Magnon mistakes of the divine god

Invisible power to animate rocks, to make them roll up and down the streets of all blue blood.

Hungry and thirsty before the end of Life, maybe after spaghetti & meatball Guido cuisin

You wish you were invited over for my spaghetti & carnivore delights, need salt & cheese

Broke your mind accidentally when I socked you in the face, busted your bloody schnoz

Out of time, out of blood in or out of Space & Time, that’s Life, the people all got a buzz.

Breeding the intercourse of beasts to air for the stars, where you go when you die here

Nothing is left after you’re last heartbeat, you’ll see what I mean someday, have no fear

Punks who deal with junk, will one day supernova with the rest of the ilk, we’ll all be free

Of chained minds addicted to our skin and bones, formed shape of beauty & a beast tree.

Fat arse, skinny bones, preconceived or postmortem, it’s done, it’s the deal, everything

All the time, every spin & wobble of the stones of the Earth rock, I dwelt among us, I sing

Playing the instruments of wind, of brass & paper-thin animal skin, rockin’ polkas & blues

To be a dancer, singer or watcher/listener audience of the Play, let’s muster ships’ crews.

Ideal fear of love and life on asteroid ash flyin’ within and without my own fertile mind

It’s a dark bean coffee getting into your conscious minds, all the minds, so easy to find

Opened the blinded eyes, saw nothing, saw everything and then the darkness comes in

Y’all stay here, I’m what’s left, don’t go, wait…wait…it’s all a dream? Oh, God, aw, shyt!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 3-16-2023 Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Dripped out the Cosmos while jammin’ to #Ipman @ https://youtu.be/qLRK18MB5WE & jammin’ to @EricClapton #CrossroadsConcert link @ https://youtu.be/w59rUSxN5f4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?