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THERE IS A TINY GOD…ON THE KNOTS OF EVE

Systems inside of the Unknown, moving what used to be the unmoved into action
Talkin’ acid DNA code, a trickle-down theory, so to speak, it’s an afternoon delight
So far, so good if nobody knows the whole Truth and nothing but the Truth, no lies
Pretending to know but nobody knows, a pretender who loves haters most foul.

Respect of whatever doesn’t die before it’s annihilated by either being or eating
Things that can’t be drank, only smoked like the dank, a completely formed thing
Sensitive skin and feelings about love, hate and the nature of life and a death bed
Military and civilian at once, all the same in a huge set of all things alive, undead.

Die in your own bed is not an option for almost every human known to Mankind
Buzz in your head that aches or feels nothing in the dead of the night sleep’s line
You and I wake up either woke or not, ready to cause a chain reaction of atoms
Fission to fizz it all away, fusion to recombine everything into the junk of bums.

My miracle to defy the law of nature, of cause and effect of things themselves
As if there was any order within the chaos which is everywhere on the shelves
Completely One with the multitude of infinite spaces between nothing & itself
Holy, emptiness without sight or sound, tasteless, odorless, it’s all good, my Self.

Wigs, natural bone formation and sanguine heart beats, flowing in circular jerks
An orgasmic-like creep of monstrous proportions blown out of cosmic dust works
Pieces of the stars’ stuff, atoms, quarks, charm, molecule’s atom self-destruction
On the way to a final curtain, it falls before you’re ready, you die, caput, I’m One.

Pierce through the cartilage of my rib cage & slip directly into overdrive for life
A hole-in-one ain’t certain, possible fairways to holy Green between grass’ love
When did you & I become lovers of unethical morality and road apples, #words
Reason rhymes when it’s prosaic word salad of The Almighty, soulful Freebirds.

Come on over here, as close to me as you can get without killing high immortals
Good, Bad & as Ugly, yo I’ve been there, each of those at different times, my pals
Acting as above does what happens below, we will all be high when down under
Sippin’ upon Spirit’s funk, festive pity party to pass out from extinction’s blunder.

Sixes and nines we got all dressed up, like the ones who wanted to reproduce

 Good and Evil germs don’t care if they exist or not, we’ll hang ‘em in a noose
Or a sublime, toxic mixture of Monkey Murder, hairless in form, in dark matter
Kicking in your rear end you’ll appreciate that it’s your own foot, you got fatter.

How is the vulgar word filth dirty except in the mind of the receiver, dirty minded sir
Empty dirt of immoral notions and the God’s damned the witches & warlocks of dirt
Nags and plugs to pasture, feedbag with rolled oats attached to the grim reaper’s beach
Snagin' the invisible soul before it’s #Woke or #Awakened to Justice’s ham sandwich.

Some days you think you’re all alone but you’re never alone, you imagine this chit
A moment we awake from unconsciousness & get #Woke, it’s the finale of the skit
We’re all gonna get smoked for certain, a rush to the joker’s punch line for a laugh
Know your world, the immortal’s mortal Earth’s existence ceases to be, I’m riff raff.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XX^th MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ God ain’t here Man!  #WhereTFAreYou?  Drafted tap dancin’ to @WarTheBand on youTube #GreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THIS MEANS W.A.R.

ORIGIN OF AMERICAN BASEBALL LEE RICHMOND

#WhereIsSheboygenWisconSIN #PhilosophersStoned #InAnOortCloud #God #SoulSearching

CRUSADER RABBIT ALL JACKED UP WITH THE INFIDEL

High as a kite, flyin’ on a thought of wind blowing paper and wood up into the stratosphere’s thin air
Time is Outerspace and nothing else matters, you know and I know the answers we asked up in there
Be prepared you boy scouts of America, certainly you’ve lived past the 1960’s, God’s darned hippies
Right angle of the triangle only leaves another ninety degrees for the measure of the one eighty fix.

To be or not to be the quasi-straight line stretching from abstract points of no return to here and now
Being all too human helps a lot, there’s nothing more you can do but give it the best you got, you cow
Drank teat milk to grow from a newborn through adolescent until spoiled yogurt sufficed, you dupes
Apes, monkeys, created or evolved, matter and energy conflicting until the annihilation of the troops.

Intelligent, uneducated men & women don’t allow the light of day, secret weapon, towers of babble
Have your baby taken away by the bad guys and trained to hate mankind, hate his & her own mind
To be or not to be ain’t a question to be entertained, one command, #GiveUpYourGhost to our gods
It’s Gold that’s the God, check out the Golden Calf of the desert people, still killin’ Cain and Abel.

Smoke a little smoke, natives of America came here from somewhere else, nowhere you’ve been to
Awake or sleeping and dreaming, both ways yield identical results, death’s final gasp of gas, #BOO!
Too human, subordinates are either orphans or children of stupid, idiotic fatherless children’s wars
God is evil & a neutral Devil is the good, the bad and the ugly, the triumvirate of things themselves.

Follow Blind Faith from stillborn baby to born baby, passing for all too human who foster divinity
Of It, the most fit among the pool of DNA, allowed to recombine in various forms of molecularity
Processing total annihilation of all species on the planet, this old chit, ‘Earth’ just because of that
That you see, hear, touch, smell & taste all things, it’s the whole point of being conceived in scat.

Flush your used fuel down the sewer pipes underground, you smell but you can’t see the refused
Eat, drink, be merry as long as you possibly can or else, you’ll lose your only chance at happiness
Any philosopher-priest worth their weight in gold will shut the phuquin up the moment it comes
Out of nowhere or inside of your heart’s soul, wisdom to metabolize the power, when in #Romes.

Polar bears programmed to have ivory fur & opportunity learn hunting & killing for food, avoid death
Need the berries, all of them, sophisticated to be divorced from reality and go to sleep ‘til you’re old
Death unto the best and the worst of the species, every species on Earth, plant and cro-magnanimal
Battle the dead for life, the dead hate the living, watch for the TNT to excavate the lead and the gold.

My horses like whiskey after they drink their trough of beer, we’ve the day & night off, sing a song
Died in battle, warriors galloping dead into the knife fight, in the day’s dawn twilight, all night long
You are a moron, you’re an idiot, I’m talkin’ to myself, not you, don’t take it personal unless y’all do
Copy you, copy me, exit and reentry into the cosmic soup, an embodiment of atrophy, hullaballoo.

Big finish the beginning before it all ends, you recollect why you got conceived yet? No? OMG!
Now, you’re nearly at the final act before the final curtain, you watched a few rise and fall out
Of friends & foes, none made it out alive, ne’er one came back for a any signal they’re through
Not even one close or distant relative, neither priest, rabbi or infidel papa warned me, so BOO!

Losers lose because they’re losers before they even begin the game, 1st inning, 1st quarter, et al
It’s fancy and free when you’re as loose as a goose, easy to react quickly to the radical changes
Comin’ up or down, this is a teaser for you to look forward to, blind as a bat though you may be
Heart in charge of a soul at a point prior to the last gasp for gas, soul searchin’ for the holy scat.

Hips swung, puffed out the rib cage’s muscle tone and hot glands, a species survives the extinct
Mummy bound and locked in a stone-rock, rigor mortis confused with reawakening all the dead
Bums & junkies peruse the living to find out what they can glean from the white trash & re-fries
Evolution rollin’ with the revolution, the wobble & rotation of the dirty rocks, God’s spittoon lies.

Got all I need to exist for a minimum of one day, after all I’m in the middle of nowhere special
Eating, drinking, hiding my scent from the environment, word said it goes without saying it all
Just a whisper of the air comin’ out of your lungs, lips and mouth saying it loud, in turpentine
Yes you are, I am as well, we’re all alive unless we’re dead, oh my 0 plus 5 and 10 make fifteen.

Mild and when absolutely necessary intense commands to get an eye for eye and tooth for a tooth
Lowering the threshold for entry, reentry to your mother Earth’s womb, down in the ground pound
Where angels fear to go because they aren’t so fond of the scent of the human, male or female, so
It’s the way Evolution will extinguish this specific species, #Stink #Stank #Stunk to high heaven.
by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCTOBER 13^th MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Jacked this up while jammin to @ThePointerSisters #BetchaCanCan #WeCanWorkItOut https://youtu.be/DXRjBVXanzc?si=0aWwEbNOPQQec6QY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Kick In The Door #BootsMadeForWalkingHardDown #ForCryingOutLoud #ToreDownThoseWalls

This ain’t a mash unit, suicidal atoms!

Sometimes and that means any time from day 1, origin of the Dot to The End, Pooh & Piglet rebel
Against The Man, all too human beings who began the evolution of idiots and morons, so Do Tell
What the ending will be like when you can’t see or hear or smell or taste or touch a thing, anything
Foxes need to eat just like the bacteria in your trunk with the other junk, so feed the frenzy & sing.

Songs of happiness and sadness, lost love & found it again, like a dream within a dream of chimera
Nothing has substance and Substance itself has nothing within, inside it’s an empty set of a vacuum
Out of Time & still inside of Space, paying attention to the love or lack of it all around us, lovin’ it all
As if it’s your last day on Earth, y’all must prepare to die, it won’t take much, just know it’s inevitable.

Alright to know that everything is not OK with me or anyone I know, well, I don’t know anyone here
Or anywhere else between the north and south poles, spinnin’ on the surface waves of wobbling fear
That you’ll lose your gravity and float away, as if you’re a spirit that flies from the mortal flesh & bone
Nobody returns to persuade left-overs that there’s Nothing, how to dial that number on a cellphone.

Fall is the cold spin beginning on the near side of the sun, we’re closer to the God & colder, look away
To the ether, empty Space between every conglomerated atom, that’s not what you are though, I say
My opinion is nevertheless important and the dream within the dream is totally in tac, still the Ones
Bought and sold, over and over again, ad infinitum, swallow and defecate wasted DNA out the buns.

Decked out with the nude body totally covered except for the hands and face, a simple-minded ape
I’m on a deep dive down into the drunk ocean, one or two leagues down to the core, smoke a vape
All of it is up in arms, up in smoke or up in your face, I do what I can when I dust off my toolbox adz
Punched, pounded, pried from the herd to be food for thought, screwed deep into ends of the hoes.

Fountains are dry, no water is left in liquid form, it’s all up in atmospheric smoke, wafting from lips
Mine was full and it also helped the other-than-me folks, to have me out of their purview, my chips
Think I’m mean & bad to my wife but it’s only that I don’t want to be with her there where YOU are
Funk for all, X to Z all unknown but variable, you fit it, you lived & you’ll die, blinkin’ A to the bar.

The fix is in, the form is the DNA & RNA in the menudo of the Earth’s wind & fire, solar sacred code
Germination, mitotic boom, here we are, pee-ka-boo on Halloween & Catholic All Saints’ Day mode
God being the whole shebang, no personality of the created forms will survive the demise, mind die
You can’t lose it, it’s immortal, it’ll leave your body, but your body cannot leave your mindful 3rd eye.

Piercing through the darkness with a laser beam sword handed down from Obi Juan, it’s a ruby laser
A mere touch of matter of every quality crumbles it to powder/ash, go home to enter and phase her
Monks out of the caves don’t look like the apes in your prisons and backstreets in the ghetto’s herd
Low and high inside the body & mind, when you die, gasp, gulp, gasp, release the thirteenth ghost!

More or less, the beauty of the thing itself is all there is, good, evil, ugly are mutations of the thing
Same thing, every day, in infinite repetition of the propositional logic’s algebraic equations’ O-ring
Ages of things themselves from pre-one to post-one, nothing else matters even if you thought so
Pink inside, deep in the middle where the blood flows through the capillaries to the holy i-Hearts.

Cried, laughed, enjoyed the pain, suffering & pleasure, it was all better than Nothing, what I had
From having nothing before conception to the end of accumulating all that Matter/Form dust, bad
Never good because that means you’re probably dead because you got kicked in the nuts and ribs
Took your breath away forever, out like a light, fall downtown with the riff raff who have no cribs.

I know only one thing that I forget sometimes, like it or not, the memory is in atrophy mode to let
Let it all go wherever it goes when the body fails to animate the bones, as the skull goes, it’s a bet
Neither my father nor mother downloaded the #FactsOfLife files, could have used the download
Brutal life from baby to ancient, spent bodies of 208 bones, muscle tissue & iron-poor blood code.

Hunted for the food, monkey meat without the feet, got old and died anyways, freedom expired
Liberty illusion of the true and false, a philosophical twist of the solar spectrum, black hole of Jed
There was black crude oil exploding the opposite way of gravity’s pool, space-black conscious Its
Void, more or less than zero has no special effect upon the g0d we wish had control over all, This!

Mike it up, tone down the rhetoric, pretend it’s just fine and dandy, teachers all told us the Truth
What happens next is a surprise to enjoy the unfolding and repercussion of random chaos’ booth
You’re deep inside of it, you cannot escape, you’re in for the duration of light comin’ into eyeballs
Blinded by the light or blinded by birth, either way, only you know, and I know, Montezuma halls.

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XIIth 2023 Anno Domini at 911 PMPST
{ Jacked up jammin’ to #MariaMaria by @Santana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bu-_wLAaRJU }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?