Bushels & Pecks #WhereYouAreIsWhereIWannaBe #MyFourLeafClover #Stapleton

LUCKY PENNY, 151 rum & coke

a peck YIELD STICKS & STONES

From the intent to yield the will to the power that causes the intended effects
To the actual reality right there in front of your face, blinded by the light & sex
A heist cannot be secret, silent or mum you can count on the deaf & the dumb
Like me or you or anyone else on a square trip’s Outerspace, away from a tomb.

Contextualize it, put and take the dice into the run-on sentences you dribble out
Dime-Store Buddha playin’ riffs for your gramma & daughter, your full of doubt
Doom cannot replace the glee of your apricot haze smoke; it’s comin’ wait for it
You have no choice now, you’re past the doomsday clock hands and digital chit.

How is it all going to end when you don’t know how it all began, it’s all irrelevant
What is relevant is did you did what you had to do on your trip to this reality rant
North to south poles, Earth spins & wobbles an axis’ perpetual tail wag, brain-dead
Get straight, chum it’s a necessary condition for pounding sand, camel-smokin' head.

Bartering your possessions, you imagine you’re deserving of, yet you’re not, loser
No woman on Earth was a man before conception, it’s either XX or XY, you hoser
Triggered by sounds out of the two lips blabbering the doomsday treason of Evil
Live spelled backward remains the same, good, bad or ugly, a crimson red devil.

Society and culture began with an ape and there we are, beginning with the 7/11
Ringing loudly for a NY minute in New York or L.A., I catch, I throw & hit a hardball
Homer, walk, hit by pitch, single, double, triple, fielder’s choice, sacrificial 3 strikes
Of a cage, bullpen, dugout or any ‘ol hole in the ground or above it, up to heaven.

Some girls know and some don’t, all of them live & die just because the sun burst
Heal wounds before blue blood turns to a dark, red pool of liquid vampire thirst
Nickels on a dime, I give you either ten dimes or twenty nickels, I penalize pennies
For the haters who love anyway, lighting up a fresh cigar, freshly twisted tween-ex.

Usurped my sap, as if I was an old tree dug roots into sticks, stones & kins’ bone
Hidden from the prey and predators, far away so they can’t even take a best shot
Rotting away with or without the Formaldehyde effect, looked good in a microdot
The split and merger all dead and gone, fired away and the Earth One’s all done.

by
r j j stephan, i

 

c. Mercredi, April 26th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Platonic & Socratic treatment of #TheWordSalad tossed w/o accountability jammin’ to https://youtu.be/rMMXoCuwcOM #BrokenHalos @Chris_Stapleton link @ https://youtu.be/Cfx_H7F-O3s }}
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FOR LOVE, LEAD & LOUISE @NeildeGrasseTyson novel/audiobook #StarryMessingerCosmicPerspectivesOnCivilization #21 Full Episodes of #FamilyGuy #GDHappiness

REALITY’S UNREAL PERCEPTION OF NUTS & FRUITS

Faux people you & I know, none of ‘em my friends or acquaintances, never learn the lesson
From kindergarten & head start on through the K to 12 system of the paper boys and girl scouts’ fun
Out of 2nd city ghetto by the lakes & oceans of the seven seas, searched for the miracles of H2O & me
Lost and found it all and then the next moment, before I knew it, I had it all once again, bird & bee.

Mighty apes in jungles, caves & cages pretending not to be offended by the stink of the Gunga Dins
Paupers & kin of the barons & lords of the land of Washington, Lincoln & The All, a mortality of sins
Six other continents full of foreigners who have nothing more nor less than nothing at all, dream life
Inside either a ghetto or a condo, house or mud hut, nothing in the end of You matters to your wife.

Think that you’re more than a moron or an idiot is fine but they’re also humans created via DNA skin
Mother and fathers of the infinite’s fear and trembling inherited by way of an orgasm of an organism
It’s all in the bag of weeds’ buds, existential angst and the middle path of the only way to come down
Light in the darkness helps but it’s a pathos and an ethos of the finite view of the infinitely unknown.

Woke up and then there was nothing left to do since the infinite was #Woke, as above it’s like below
Here and now was like and will be like then and there, before or after this very second’s Below Blow
Seeing light even when darkness is everywhere inside the doors of extrasensory perception, 3rd eye
Paradox is that you need to know what you can’t know for certain, come uncertainty principle of pi.

Evil is LIVE spelled backward, oh so dreadful because they seem to be opposites, but they’re identical
Leaving you with a despair of your spirit which misassumed that Life meant more than nothing at all
Replaced despair with happiness like the future shock of realizing that mortality’s one life is everyone
You’re on Earth whether you know it or not, you’re lost in Space with a Time out, God’s One, It’s done.

Gigabytes of data underneath the subterranean anxiety of the conscious matrix, God as we know it
Mighty spades and whiteys movin’ the fire baptism onto the extreme unction anointing of divine chit
Resist the love and hate only if you’re dead and gone, resistors can’t resist the carpetbaggers of Mars
Extinction’s conjunction, Matter germs & Form funk, atomic fission & fusion concocted reason’s scars.

Lucky & grateful to have benefited from the sixteen years of American enculturation, goin’ to a Gogo
Trust is all we have when we depend on anyone other than our own true self, you never know it all
Responsible for nobody else’s obligations other than my own, I have retired from being obligated too
Never will you ever see me fail because that’s as crazy as the fortuitous coincidence of meeting you.

I’m neither nut nor fruit although I ingest & defecate between imbibing hydrogen, oxygen & tequila
Offers for interstellar Space travel have me turned down, requiring death of skin & gods of Valhalla
If it’s to be or not to be, my choice is To Be & to avoid the Not to Be, survival of the most fit monkey
Epic ending The End, amoral skulls & bones godsmacked into a hidden safe place by a skeleton key.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 4-26-2023 Anno Domini @ 659 AMPST

{ Extracted jammin’ to @Sam_Hunt #BodyLikeABackroad link @ https://youtu.be/pLV7CkmS5cM }
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GODS DON'T DIE, IMMORTALLY YOURS OR MAYBE NOT, NOBODY KNOWS, NOBODY'S TALKIN'

LUCKY'S CIGARETTES, ALL TOO MORTALLY WINNING

One gesture left over from One, original sin of the first two sexes, artists’ reproductions of skull boned
Serious or not, you and I had been what we’ve always been, greater than the gods who created the rocks
Planets, moons, solar systems, galactic nebula & black holes’ Singularities, asleep yet #Woke up/downs
Simple categories of substantial matter and energy will disappear and terminate the angst of the clowns.

Holy holly and the pitiful followers of the dead meat-men of history, scientific & priestly philosopher
Insanity asserted into the subjects, objects & predicates of the Ivy Leagues’ infantile, coffins are safer
Boots on your feet first & then they’re on the ground of being, earth’s plane of existence to be, I see
Look like a naked ape, hairless except for the gene splice of smooth tricks of the red, black & whitey.

Hours every day, every year move onto the finale of a stage play, my life, your life, the bad-goods I ball
Every breath we took out of the ball of confusion will not return to it’s matrix, we’ve metabolized it all
Ball of confusion in a 9-ball rack, a triangulation of solid/striped-colored circular, rollin’ hunks of ivory
Inside the rectangular plane, we bank to and fro just for fun or for a shark’s dinner of billiard-ball glee.

Junk all used up and no function leftover other than to pile up in a trash heap or burn up in dark smoke
As vapor goes up, it comes down too, there’s no place to go in outer space outside atmosphere choke
Moon is a couple hundred thousand miles away from Earth, millions of miles from the star we call Sun
Bright for a while and then turning dark, black hole & a Singularity, like the thing they called Zeus’ fun.

Punks and idiots wrote the word, morons taught the germs the words and here and now we’re all here
You never know why you struggle but in one moment you’ll find out, when you’ve run out of your time
Empty Space is infinite & needs your rawhide & your hair, inside of your spirit’s invisibility on a dime
Your luck is, in reality the intent of your Will to Power, criminals and broken minds are what they seem.

Pistol-whipped and gunned-down, sliced and diced into invisible, atomic molecules of oxygen & carbon
This is It, a gravitational collapse of neutrons, electrons & protons of reality, y’all know you’re all done
Perfection and the hot flames of starfire created and morphed the twirling menudo of wasted gas, son
I know it, you know it, we’re all gonna die, you in particular, sooner than you had thought, now It’s On!

You need cars, trucks, trains, jets and a fearless soul to hang-out in the hangers with the automation
Locomotion from crawling, walking, running, jumping and flying leads to nowhere you know, heaven
Or the other place unknown to the living yet, smoking plants is not eating plants, it’s illegal to smoke
Your mind’s a terrible thing to waste, you’re no better or worse than an eaten, defecated, dirty joke.

Colder than fun in the summertime & hot licks in the winter, why you don’t use synchronized hog-pigs
A swagger you can’t figure out how anything fits into a thing and has no ties to its OG origin, holy city
Neutral or negative can pull off the positive in every possible scenario of the stage play christened digs
Where I'm dead myself, where I am & will always be today, tomorrow & yesterday, say, I AM infinity.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 4-24-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted in effigy of @Tucker_Carlson while listenin’ to @GovtMule #CortezTheKiller link @ https://youtu.be/HaWEvXT-eaM }

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