#KISSthisTOO #ScarsTattoosBones I'm #FatTuesday #MardiGras @SacramentoKings #TwoAndOH

 

BROKE HEART, GOT BLOODY SCARS ONE TIME

Longer time than I have to spend on this ticking time bomb, an eight-ball shot to the other side
I can’t bank it but for some reason it drained down into a black hole in a double helix DNA tide
Love and hate moved my balls from a steady, lump of matter, under interstellar, I’m faded light
Exceptional priests, nuns, brothers & sisters who broke God’s soul, got a mortal, good, bad fight.

I’m going to sink or I’m gonna rise, whichever my heart and soul desires, like a rock, a stoned bone
Gravity has nothing to do with Force that moved my Unmoved Mover, I fell into a two human cage
Scars disappeared from the carcass’ shape and form of skin & bones, reincarnating all lost baggage
All Karma leftover from the idiots and morons I’ve accidentally followed behind, it’s even, all gone.

Flowers & leaves bloomed from seeds & stems that you never knew needed H2O, holy, high OG fuel
Transform the Nothingness into something more or less than the original sin in a garden of It, The Pill
Contraception of the species dynamic, random recombination of acid is a tool for the extinction feed
What I am, what you are, what everyone was and will always be, a Time ticking machine that’ll bleed.

Chances are there are no coincidences because everything is related to a First Mover’s move, checks
I know nothing although what I thought I knew some others, kings all know the queens know Nothing
Just a figment of the infantile imagination programmed to see causes & effects for infinitesimal treks
Gods invisible except for name-tags given in honor of Unknown, Black, Holy origins, immortals all sing.

Rooms separated to keep the sacred and holy from the curse of being the last, living thing on the dirt
Star above, the sun of our mothers and fathers still shining and letting Time tick from wounds & hurts
Steps, stairs, slides, a guillotine cut me off from all of the pain and suffering, I knew a head was rolling
My world spun around a few times and fell onto a slide goin’ into my funeral pyre, I watched eyes sing.

Lifted above and beyond the here and now, can’t be with anyone but myself anymore, an origin swim
Above & below this here & that there, on drugs to break Wills to Survive, All to BE or not to BE a whim
Severe & tense, pain & suffering until the pleasure of release enters before you’re set, you see? Voila
On or off of the good and evil things and places, we’re still here, we’ve always been, angels in Valhalla!

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r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 4-18-2023 A.D. @ 0815 PST
{ Crafted out of the Nugatory while jammin’ to @GlenFrey #TrueLove in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic?list=RDEM_0HsZUKrrEIhmxJ-G6y-lQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#CurtisMayfield #RareEarth #WinningEverythingAllTheTime #AtOne #Oneness @SacramentoKings @GoldenStateWarriors @NBAChampionship2022-2023

WALLBANGER, SMEARIN’ OFF & ON

Banks on either side of the river from the beginning of Niagara’s falls from the mountains

To the big mouth of the flow as it pours without intent, into the deep blue sea of my sons

Fished for the schools of spawned, liquid-breathing, gilled beings hooked or netted beasts

All from a One’s burst of astral effulgence, without any reason or rhyme, pressure release.

Gas, solid, liquid is what the matter is, Matter is Being so don’t ask what’s the matter again

Now you know, it’s nothing at all but all that you think, all you do & at the end, it’s all done

Junk distilled out of the flowers’ planted life force, opium dreams out of the Sun’s holy rays

Mind over Matter, forms & shapes of things themselves, appear & disappear when she says.

Mother’s holy, empty hole invaded by YOU all, you ought to apologize for causing deep pain

Bursting out of darkness’ Nothing, a Void of everything subatomic & gold/lead & sugarcane

Apes lost the long hair & mindfulness of Factoids of life; animal crackers’ all too human thing

OK, OK, OK…alright, alright, alright, #LickinTheWorld, hold it! Knock your as’s out the O-ring.

Will never rise from the dead out of this bag of 208 bones, I deny the blind faith in after-living

Synchronized in a mental conundrum, First cause effects everything, everywhere deep diving

Mission impossible has now been accomplished, you’ll know if you have a need-to-know chit

Playin’ games without rules ain’t cool, advantage is to an awake dreamer, not to a #woke twit.

Four Wallbangers are all I required to begin the loosened-lip malfunction of my mind’s 3rd eye

Not for me to write down, to say or imply that I know anything, to be or not to be a guy, I spy

Ain’t speakin’ for any XX but I’m insinuating for every XY that desperation rules survival results

If we copied God’s DNA from x’s & y’s all given, nothing you do is your fault, we’re God’s faults.

Flowing the water from land to the sea, nothing survives in the end, I’ll “take the 5th” amend it

Your rigging is rigged because that’s the nature of the beast, it keeps the pieces together to fit

Like crossword puzzles’ irreversible mistakes, microscopic or macroscopic errors, #Tik-Tok junk

Probability that anything is impossible isn’t allowed by the gods, everything’s improbable funk.

Stream from the old mill or the cyberspace of electronic redistribution of neutrinos’ plethora

Equation is a mental convention of comparing the One to the Many, it’s all to fire up the flora

In the leaf or in the bud, in the stem, the root connected to the mother’s teat above & below

Don’t shoot the messenger with the Truth’s fact, facts of life, I’m just whistling Dixie, how I roll.

Meeting and greeting the new entry into the celebration of wisdom & knowledge’s destruction

Atomic construction and destruction in essence, all we ever were & are is what we’ll always be

You & me, all the dead & yet to live, everybody breathing gas, here & now, in this love boat sin

Mortal, original or other unnamed violation of plastic pieces of golden lead, y’all are God-free.

Alright, I’ve drunk six of those hammer-wangers, I can’t recall the real name, it’s Vodka for sure

Here and now, that’s this time in Space, the First Cause remains in stealth mode, divine hair-fur

Imbibed the last of the whitest lightening, I salute your artificial intelligence and the real things

Real intelligence not artificial intel has no programmer, it’s a random survival hive of bee stings.

You swell, you die, your soul-spirit either flies or dissolves into an invisible Void of google errors

Hum a tune you never heard or one you’ve heard was Top 40 hit, anyway, it’s nightmare terrors

Commercial or private, think, I think I am, that’s all you can say is think that’s true, Nothing skips

Just the messenger, so don’t stab this beast, loose lips watchin’ the deep-six sinkin’ steamships.

Inside of the herd or outside of the Earth’s stratosphere, either way, mortality means one thing

You & I, everything alive big & small is going to cease, regardless of countersign, opine singing

Spy vs. Spy, any guy versus any gal, newborn to born again, approach 100 years, all in swagger

No, I’m drunk on Wallbangers, yes I’ll have another please, I’m too human, big daddy’s dagger.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 4-17-2023 A.D. @ 6:30 AMPST

{ Jammed listenin’ to & watchin’ @SacramentoKings vs. @GoldenStateWarriors GAME 1 highlights link @ https://youtu.be/dXMVjUnip-Q #WarAndPeace (Challenge to Historians) @LeoTolstoy link @ https://youtu.be/lDPSSYUSRb0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoTheoryIsCritical #SpecialCreation #EvolutionFromAccidentalMutation & #ImmaculateConceptions #SHAMEshame

SHAME ON ME, FOOLED ME TWICE

You should never, ever spit on anyone, it’s no joke, it means you want to fight or least talk small

Never meeting your match, y’all run roughshod over the minions until the bully halts all of y’all

Pinned to the canvas for the three count in the last round of the skirmish between kissin’ up kin

Assume all of the premises of your argument’s conclusion are the truth, hence, valid yang & yin.

Signs are signals to warn the observer of the caution required to move forward, full speed ahead

Pawns can keep the kings and queens in check, top secrets in one ear and out of the deaf other

Talkin’ idiots & ridiculous morons in charge of safekeeping of secrets of the spy vs. spy agency

Marvelous Time in this Space, happy to be here, now & the more I get the merrier I am, you see.

Pink or aqua blue hyperventilate to infrared and ultraviolet purple, God confused the DNA/RNA

Mirror reflects NOT what you believe you wanna be but what you appear to be in the light of day

Darkness for all, once corpus delicti releases an all too human, rubber soul, as it is, it’ll always be

Observing all the weak & the strong, not one of them survives the mortal call of skinny & porky.

On the uncertainty principle, I’m not certain of the language created by grunting & groaning yet

This right here is what we got, what we see right now, right here at an open marriage of minds

“It’s not for me to say…” therefore, I’ve given fair warning that I’m sayin’ it’s a mortal’s thin skin

Secret out in an opened safe without a lock or combination for the tumblers’ clickin’ & a clackin’.

As you were just means pretending I have not entered the room, like an invisible ghost in stealth

Fixed the gods’ credos in foreign tongues from the tower of Babel, burned the books of monkeys

That’s not being disrespectful, it’s a compliment to be a writer, author of thoughtful word funk

Nothing you’ll agree with, nothing you’ll recollect, final gasp for that air you can’t shoot or dunk.

Funkified in Iceland Africa where godsons dissolve into daily bread & lemon-lime citrus smoke

Fire in the hole, seriously folks, it as hot as #Hehl which is as hot as planet Earth’s inner sorte

Shaking with life, rattling the nerves & the hooked-up mind, who cares about nuclear code folk

Perfect licking of the world, I am on the motto, if not you then who will do it, don’t be a don’t be.

Junk in the trunk is a mission to the other side of the here & now, legends abound on the radars

Recollection of the memories no man can remember and stay sane, it’s a humdinger to be sure

Once you know, you’ll never look back, ever again, I give too much gratitude to crypt ancestors

Gods dissolve like salt in hot water, H2O’s alone, Nietzsche scored & won a top secret brochure.

Of metaphysical philosophy you asked to leak all of the archives of deadmen who got a last call

Bury you & I, but wait, I forgot what we said or that we were even here at all, it mattered a bit

Just because we all thought that we mattered to nobody anywhere else, you shoot, you’re shot

You’re a loaded pistol’s marksman shot, dribble-bouncin’ baller, naked apemen caging a ball.

Here and now found are the places and times for the reparations needed from creators of God

All the dead men’s mothers who said & wrote known as unknown, made it up writing in blood

Last ditch gasp, breathe deeply & hold it as long as you can, love adze undercover for a second

Swallow down H2O like you’re in darkness with eyes wide open, it’s over, caput, I am stunned.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 4-14-2023 AD @ 755 AMPST

{ Drafted this gem in a vacuumed four-cornered room, a fancy-pants word flambé omelet! Listenin’ to @BlindFaith #CantFindMyWayBackHome on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0VSl5m9eO1M }

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W.W.A.R.D.?