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GOD OF THE DOG MOON

Once upon a time out, princes and rich paupers are brothers of other fathers’ mothers
From the cub scouts through the uniformed psych-soldiers decorated service to brothers
Got it done & just forgot about the facts of life your fathers had never divulged, gruesome
Tripping in naïve ignorance from one cause to the next, best effect on & on, ad infinitum.

Here and now, there are dead fish in the pond, upstream, down a lazy river to a cyber sea
Mixed-up your words in with your food, you’d no choice but to gulp-swallow your fake orgy
Used cars or brand new, spanking new off of the dealer’s lot, either way, you’re still gonna die
I’m not a Debbie Downer but the essence of the message is exactly like a stone wall’s gadfly.

Humans are apolitical animals, red solo up words ring true to the rational comprehension I have
You know nothing more than you knew before your personal conception in the wet womb, brave
But ignorance is bliss & immediately simple minds covet the ends of that purpose, no-no heaven
Above and below this planet’s compressed matter (material world), there’s emptiness’ hell fill-in.

Lost my 20/20 eyesight staring directly at TV’s box, black & white radiation in my front room
I was five in '56 when it began, before the first @Superbowl of 20th century’s perpetual doom
There is a joke, but the joker has passed away without passing on the spell you wanna conjure
Collaborate with the abstract drive on the freeway with strangers in the night, like a day tripper.

An exercise in exacerbation can lead to muscles contracting into spasms & cramps, head to toes
It goes away when you die, your bowels evacuate & emit the most foul scent of dead digestion
Never before & never after your awareness awakens to your mortality, progression to extinction
Hole opens up a gash all around the world, Earth’s mere speck of dots in the matrix of mortal sin.

To be a immortal is to be a sin, apparently according to the Funk & Wagnall or Roget, Man’s + or – 6
Nobody but your mother knows who your daddy probably was, you got blind faith in the holy father
It’s the inherited wise and silly recollections of bumps on pond logs, above the mother’s adult swim
Here is the love and understanding you’ve gleaned from the Hippies of Peace ’69, Woodstock sticks.

Stupid idiots and moronic ignoramuses vote for the leaders, the rulers, the lawmakers, do not vote
You will get an identical result if you do vote or you don’t vote, the fix is in, there are powers, float
I have a dog in the fight but it’s only god spelled backward, I’m the master of a liberated slave, free
Respect for the life within, born innocent like everything else alive, learns the good, bad & the ugly.

You gleaned the time to rest for a brief blast of One’s rascal philosophy, a bachelor’s undergrad Ends
I've some news for you, scream at the radio around 9 AM PDT, everyone will be surfing with aliens
Ending so happy that it cannot extend beyond 8 seconds, after that you’re on your own seminal skin
Of the pigs, the cows, the horses, cats & dogs, we eat some, pet others, gods cause Space, time-in!

Dog is a backward spelling of god but that’s mere coincidence, God can’t be a dog because of the scat
Spirit’s don’t consume matter in any form, liquid, solid or gas, that’s the soul sacrifice bartered by a Cat
Cool this cat was, getting the best out of negotiation without any leverage, one outcome expected et al
Theme in evolution is survival of the most fit, the strongest among the weaker in the herd, ring a bell.

My class ended with a rung bell, a brief moment in Time, frozen like hot ice under a north pole’s H2O
What it is that’s frozen? That’s the conglomeration of cells in a suit, buttoned down spats down below
Well, guess what, you’ll lose when the battle is thrown into chaos, it’s some bad guerilla warfare meme
Trying to be the ones that get the power, living a happy life being a slave, a master or cog in a machine.

Finish your race that you began as a late bloomer, educated by old men’s choices of dead philosophers
Mathematicians & scientists consolidated wisdom into mother’s womb for a hot paternity lawsuit case
Packed for the trip from day 1 to the final breath of the last day of existence for me, all humanity fun
Nothing is free, you paid, I paid, we all paid the price, inflated & deflated, either way, the deed's done.

Fair game, fair trial, yet nothing that’s actually fair in this dead stardirt world, unambiguous naked ape
Sprinkled on everything you eat & into everything you drink, it’s 20/20 Soylent Green, drunk ala grape
All souls collected and compressed into One, one gone from sight, it moves the distance to infinity Zen
Hordes of red, outlined in black & blue, gifts returned for money back, I’m the rooster, come here hen.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 6^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Scratched the skin off of the prey this AM while listenin’ to #TheSongRemainsTheSame @LedZeppelin link @ https://youtu.be/0kdrCEiIMSs?si=PDm6W_riKrRYhnD9 }

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@BoJackHorseman #FullMonty etc, etc, etc . . . mash potatoe chips' tips ....look out below! @LukeCombs & @TracyChapman duet ...bottoms' UP!

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M A S H  POTATO CHIPS’ TIPS
Just too busy thinking about us because you were dreaming about the missing links of Ever
It’s walks in the moonlight on the beach or at the park that made it all worthwhile, forever
It’s not a problem, I just didn’t see it comin’, a fast ball right down the middle of the plate
Man, it’s a battle, no it’s a war of the millennia and I’m on the way to losin’ my stride’s gait.

Fine lines between the parallel winner’s cups, above and below got covered up by star dirt
Light and dark come from the holy spirit within the Catholics, nobody else got any, that hurt
Why the creator would leave out the atheists who can’t believe their own eyes and ears noise
Flying like an eagle or dove won’t help the all too human point of view, It fades to black, boys.

Daughters and sons I didn’t have will be happy for eternity, I am irresponsible for not procreating
More of the fodder for the fathers who never cared about MY fathers, brothers or cousins of bling
They worked, they played, they lived happy and sad, buried the loved, gasped & left eyes wide open
No choice, no freedom to choose not to croak in your bed, in your truck or in a church pew, I’m ZEN.

You laugh, you’ll die without that last bottle of wine & walk in the moonlight & some foolin’ around
Magazines got pictures, you got the real thing you thought was just a stepping stone on the mound
Pitchin’ the balls from 90 feet or whatever the distance from rubber to home is, brushed back punks
Crowded the plate, on the left and the right but I shaved their chest & nose hairs off their sick junk.

Not everyone dies when the body gives up the ghost, some living humans believe they live forever
Almighty words written on the cave walls & the dead pulp of the life’s blood trees, burn or learn it
Words of subjects, predicates, objects strung into phrases, sentences, paragraphs & bottles of wine
In the end, taking the time to listen, you find a thrill in finding out, joke’s another lost fruit of a vine.

Party until you sleep or die trying to have a good time because the reverse is what you run from fast
Nothing more nor less than surprise that you’re an invisible lump of scarcely a soul at all, but alas
Gods don’t give a twist in the night about your opine of the situation, housing unknown, food gone
No job, no money, no way to see past the railroad tracks, Maria got hit by a truck in front of daddy’s.

Poor then better and then depression from the moment the unspeakable, unthinkable occurs, smack
In the face of shock-jock minds too busy being all too human, fabulous snap happiness turned sorrow
Time away in the country slowing down & fooling around, drinkin’ wine, smokin’ on the porch in back
Tracing you & your packaging from the original sin to the finish line above or below the stones below.

Don’t stab the messenger because you’ll find the knife slicing through blood & bone that began here
Where you think you want to be, here and now, isn’t the place you’re gonna go to, but it’s too soon
It ain’t for a small reason that you are ignorant, it would kill you if you knew, I’m just an ape’s baboon
Came from Nothing, literally, before I was conceived in my mother’s empty womb, I had no fool fear.

I walk, I scooted and crawled and I can run but I can’t fly, I won’t try to jump off of a cliff & clap hands
Get the bums and junkies to repair their queer, closed minds, damaged by the chemistry of thrill fans
Killed the game, ate the spoils & died of poison blood & stomach aches, karma needed to bite it back
Function of the pyramid from bottoms up to the top is just to be or not to be, so there’s no question.

Full tank but I came up empty of the smoke and mirror images leftover by the DNA & RNA codex fix
They called it lust, love or just getting’ it on for a minute like a cough or a sneeze, but it ain’t no tricks
Proper language leaves behind the meaning of absurdity and solid jokes about dumb MFrs in charge
Of men & mice who notice the facts of life are rigged without free choice, only One lives that large.

Rats and roaches leftover from the holocaust’s ashen dust, hopes resurrected death spirals in utero
It must be the past if you say so, it’s this future that nobody knows except to speculate friend & foe
Who is the enemy of the civilized but the savages of the seven continents, tribes of egos that all die
One way or another, you got a code, texted S.O.S. FedEx, UPS ground or airborne, four walls of a fly.

I never wanted to be fabulous, that was your intent to become the one who is the epitome of OMG
Hell on Earth is just a way of expressing not applying the Will to Power, making dreams come up free
Price is free of charge, because billionaires never pay for anything, it’s the diamonds or the lace gems
Cartoon-films, recollections of memorable experiences, inaccurate, embellished without raps & dams.

At the undertaker, at the wake, at the funeral, in the ground’s being dead & gone, ash & bone earned
Joke was on you that you’d know why you knew me for a minute or three, mom didn’t abort, it honed
House of cards fallen, Bridge, Spades, Hearts, Poker, Old Maid or another shuffle of paper rectangulars
Quadrilateral will drive you insane with the lines of angular trajectory, joke is on you, got your jugular.

World spins they say, it looks like wind is blowing clouds by from the south or the north, westward HO
Nothing is there when everything becomes the Void, intended by the Power I can only conceive, not be
Nutshell philosophy, y’all sat down too long and your gluteus max’s are asleep, legs tingling to backflow
Bars all empty at 2 AM, god spirits all remain, y’all slow down, drunk drivin’ in the land of foo-foo free.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, February 4, 2024, 6:66 AMPST

{ Collected tidbits that fell off the back of the truck last night about 2:00 AMPST, jacked it up while jammin’ to #TooBusyBeingFabulous #GroundHogDayAgain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hsDX5V1Jw-M?si=iFf0oG_sPP3hP26f }

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Mud, Blood, Beer... Anything Else? Thank You Gracias Merci Danka

There’s nothing like something  else

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Give me two moments to gather my philosophical things, books of words, all of my backpack’s share

Inside is all I own, outside is all that I can carry for the hike of a lifetime from no place to somewhere
Beyond the War and the Peace that the human hive of culture and civilization provides for the germs

Which need the agar of the petri dish to survive and be the most fit of them all to reproduce worms.

Which is all you get at the end, believe it or not, it’s not my fault so don’t shoot the UPS messengers
The miracle of the day is that I have survived the multiple millennia of the good, bad & ugly strangers
God is my witness if God exists, the Void is filled with an almighty lover of created, random acid heads
No fear of the unknown because it’s what I am, the essence that preceded my existence, love beads.

Hippies left them for me in the #Haight @Haight-Ashbury somethin’ somethin’ somethin’ ad infinitum
It’s a mental malfunction of the colors registered inside of the imaginary black hole in the heads’ minds
For once in everyone’s brief moment in Time’s life, all too human boys & girls, all of the women and men
Hearts are in control of the souls, the hunger for eating and defecating cannot be mitigated by gold finds.

Pierce the body’s organic chemistry with the solid, permanent Truth about the reason for being alive too
For the millions of ignorant and wise asses who know it all, got a tidbit of all that’s leftover to all of you
Recollect the day after you die, it’s a memory in the future, you have Time’s access, push the button now
Fill Emptiness with blazing neon lights of the avenues and boulevards, it’s pure love for milk of the cow.

Beats keep up with the drum bangs and cymbal crashes in the middle of the silent nights I get in ashes
Matter doesn’t matter at all if you’re dead and gone, it’s the Matter only if alive & kicking in the stall
My mule banged my head against the brick wall and now it’s just a matter of time, unconscious to All
Breathing in & out with an artificial, electric lung plugged into infinite energy leaking out in the Void.

Pierce the silence, beat up your loving heroes and heroines because you ain’t one of them, jealousy
Will kill it all, not everyone gets the gift of random sexual reproduction, it’s the odds you’ll lose cache
Through no fault of one’s own you’ll get the blame for being irresponsible by the jealous, in a nutshell
Inferior forms that nature allowed to be conceived, born alive & thrived as if gifted punks created Hell.

What can you do if the divine remains Unmoved? It’s important to comprehend the perfect lips singin’
All y’all need to know about is what’s in front of your blinded, ape eyes, hard of hearing ears ringin’
Gone 24/7 buzz as if that was important to remind the brain that ten decades of life may be appropriate
For some but not them all, I don’t know how many are left to care one way or the other, what gods ate.

Communism to eat the body & drink the blood of God, blessed bread & vino down to Sacrament-Toes
Above and beyond everywhere you can imagine, stars burn gas, sometimes gather for concert blows
Tones of music and meaning of the lyrics filter into the Void, your mind flies into the fully empty skies
Love here & now, bygones Hate, look at all blackness without me, atom of Eve, yes, indeed, pleased?

Quit laughing at the sorrow and injustice you’ll forget the moment you’ve lost consciousness’ senses
Whether the world without you & I will be happy or sad or exist at all is probably just a Supernova’s
Not everyone loves the Truth & Knowledge leftover by the wise women and men who wrote it down
Expecting superman to save us all from the harm of death, our 208 bones, holy Dove got overblown.

Just a granite stone above the ground for some, others a pauper hole, yet holy & sacred, nevertheless
Circles back to the first conception of orgasm that caused you to be here, oh man, I must sin, I confess
All better than the sadness and grief associated with the pain and suffering hanging in the front room
Or the back room, any room above & below every floor from the ground to the witches of the broom.

Chicago town burned thanks to Mrs. O’Leary, but it was her cow that kicked over the lantern, 1st BBQ
Steaks & ground up cow muscles’ hamburgers made of red beef, took a while to cause death to a few
Nobody alive and nobody who hasn’t been born yet will survive the last breath, last heartbeat down
Jaw agape, bacteria eat a thing itself from within until out of sight & mind, eaten & shat, mind blown!

I’m pathologically lying but since I’m conscious of this fait accompli, ain’t a problem to cause the ends
Of the original sin, when innocence is not allowed to go unpunished by the powers that be, not I friends
Do not shoot Truth’s messenger for the poke in the eye, maybe use the other eye to see the Truth of ZEN
The Way is not to worry about anything, all out of our hands, a myth is we’re all lions of iniquity’s den.

Pain in the mind and body, suffering unto the final blink of the eyes, at last forever and a day, I’m gone
Like I wasn’t here in the first or second place, there’s no way to find the door to the perception before
Nothing but blackness without any light, no ultraviolet or infrared, nothing in between twilight’s door
High minded, smoked the fired up sweet leaf until the brain’s matter didn’t really matter, Jesus’ whore.

She just loved the man, she bore the man, she devoured the man, mother Earth hungry as a dirty bum
No food stamps to help her with her children, no milk and cheese from cows or eggs from a chick totem
Pole from the ground up to as high as the tower of babel could have gone, a mission of the empty mind
Lost in Space, everywhere you are, you go nowhere, Nothing is there in Valhalla heaven, Gold, stop sign.

Original sinner at the origin we didn’t create but we’ve been set up for ethical communication with dogs
Hungry men, obedient if well-fed & trained to protect the master’s matrix of naked apes & free warthogs
Battles of the wars left the dead above and below the dirty territory lo sing H2O into Space, ad infinitum
When the cool water disappears, Life will become extinct, mind the A-bombs, infidel’s arsenal scrotum.

Full house with aces over kings, it’s a winning backhand that always jacks the pot up to the table’s hilt
Losers will never know the winning charge that comes and goes in a New York minute, it’s a heavy skill
Only used by the ones who don’t fear the sore loser reaction to losing their stack of chips to the winner
Don’t draw unless you want death to approach your ghost, disobey Law and become the soul of a loser.

I’ve got the ticket to the amusement carrying us onto the finish line of the human race for immortality
Saved souls saving the hopeless and unsaved from destiny, the same one you always save, pour the tea
Smoke the flowers and burn the candles flame at both ends, no time to spare, really, really hurry up too
Because your Time’s almost up, you gotta get down, go to the light, leave Nothing behind but the Blues.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February 3rd  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Sucked the words right out of my mouth this AM, while jammin’ to LIVE @StevieWonder 2009 concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Oqxs2WutrzQ?si=Xz1-nnakJ_vM2qwi }
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