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Monday, March 11, 2024

N E W K I N K O N G 2024 AD GODZILLA #OldKingKONG

THEORETICAL TIMING’S EVERYTHING’S FATE
GRACE ALL IN YOUR FACE
#TIMING = #EVERYTHING

Timing’s everything full of space whether you like it or not, if you live you’re gonna die
Regardless of your blinded faith in the future beyond your body of bones, gods are fly
Dime a dozen if you revert to historical recording of this thing itself, layin’ down law
On being human like your ancestors, they’re all dead, you’re gonna die, that’s it, raw.

By the time you die, you’ll know the Truth, ain’t gonna see the people who died before
With or without the Jazz & jive Blues, the world rocked as we resided & roared the roar
Through the hard & easy times presented by the nature of the beast, grace of God go i
Chilling colder than cool freeze frost, icicles hung as low as the best of a species’ lie.

Brought the fire down to the ground, split the atoms, then fused them back alive too
All of every single thing, subatomic to intergalactic, the cosmos is copacetic baby blue
Knowledge and wisdom the power to wield about the stratosphere, whippin’ the slaves
Chain react your pure thought of Nothing at all, will to power, to be the Queen’s knaves.

Scum is left over when the liquid has evaporated, yet there’s microplastics’ in the milk
Of our mothers if they weren’t afraid or dry as a lactose bone, we evolved out of their ilk
Y’all go back there, deep down into the darkness we came from, got so long in the tooth
Hanging until you’re being blamed for being out of your control, irrespective of the Truth.

Walkin’ in my shoes or yours matters as much as water goin’ down the drain, zero score
Winning and losing matters, happiness comes from the game & the win, never back door
Playing is one thing but winning is everything, losers are failures to communicate a power
To be or not, that’s the question & the answer is you’re all there is, nothing higher or lower.

Junk fills the rest of the emptiness with the dryer’s lint that sticks into a clump like friends
Harps playing like it or not, no need for that melody of string plucking, love’s stink sends
Aroma and scent of the atomic fission and fusion resulting in anthropomorphic sea of love
Hate cancels anything appearing to be Love, either absorb matter or be the end, be above.

Hurts too bad to feel the pain more than a moment, it’s the End of Your Life, dream’s over
Now and then, again and again, ad infinitum as it happens, you’ll roll over & over, love her
Systematic annihilation frequently solves problem species’ infiltration, evolution, natural
Dead ancestors paved the ditches & graveyards for entry, where else you goin’? Hey, pal!

Microplastic inside your plaque causing your death earlier than scheduled by the RNA seed
Heart seizes, soul fizzes and that’s all she wrote, so fearful that afterlife has standing creed
Utter vacuum of H2O & 4P + 5O2 yield 2P2O5, that’s the red line drawn in the invisible sand
Salt of the Earth, pencil-neck geeks and the genii who cultivate the culture, woman & Man.

So hurt by love, healed by it too, just because that’s the way it’s designed to be, just like me
Knowing you’re kinda like that you poor young ladies and young gentle boys, Timing’s rhyme
Liberty so fragile, we got it covered for the martyrs and heroes who came before, lucky to be
All Time & Space are the Fate you got, Destiny for you is for me, heal et al, drop a thin dime.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, III-I-MMXXIV Ano Domini @ 644 AMPST

{ Drafted in the Wind of the Far West, Jack Toffs rambled while jammin’ to #TimingIsEverything by @TraceAdkins link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI?list=RD0qxqjDYqkhI }

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Sunday, March 10, 2024

#MA? That you Ma? #LetsRockTheRaceHorse #TheFixWasIn #CarWash #FamilyGuy #ShouldaBeenACowboy

TIMING’S EVERYTHING

Nothing in the universe is known and nekid wisdom is exposed to rare Earth’s eyes
Filled with the bloody knives that stabbed the monsters all up in my head of dreams
For the last time, just like the first time in the middle of speakin’ the mind of tongues
I moved to California’s single wide to a double wide, I ain’t for no ape’s sad ass songs.

I’m clappin’ on the boards of executive services, elevate your conscious mind of bone
In church with sinners & in ivory towers with an elephant tusk, blinds closed at home
Jukebox played my hoedowns jams with played like games of religion all in my mind
Amigo just like me, mon amie we’re gonna bite our tongues to keep the peace, I’m fine.

Conman makin’ some iced tea on the last day of biting my tongue, tellin’ a bad joker
That the joke ain’t funny, there’s no humor in the tragedy of your comedy, just poke her
She won’t care if she’s rolled and in the corpus dillecti mode, Mother Earth come here
Whisper words, every one of them A to Z, conman pronouns verbalizing prepositions.

Cabal of chumps coached your children, innocent boy-girls who followed commands
Game began before you and I knew it was a fixed game, we concoct all too human gods
Cooler whip pie with a grey hair in it, you ate it, we all swallowed the pablum of daddy
On the one hand, idiots are afoot and on the other hand, morons in love with mommy.

You played at Hearts, Spades, Pinochle, Poker and Bridge to somewhere up in heaven
All greased gears grinding in the powershift during the drag race, I won the ¼ in seven
Actually 7.2 in the ¼ & nobody has ever broken the record, until now, I’m doin’ it in 6.9
Fix is in & out by the burgers & mustard near the wine & cheese, germs kill the 3rd kind.

Stuck in the middle with the honey and the mountain dew, place in Space for Homers
Kick you in the head before your first communion & last confession before you croak
Like a frog croakin’ more like a toad in pollywog stage of enlightened fake news blurs
Fantasy and reality merge as a gamete allows flagella to animate the creative ol' bloke.

Alive kickin’ until the rear view mirror disintegrates into finite, fragmented black holes
One blew up & now this here, there & now is what we’ve got to deal with, us & them too
I’m dead after I’m alive, all too human monotheistic divinity imports mortal, blue souls
I kid you not, again, once upon a Time in Space, the sound was silent snare rigmaroles.

Target in the middle of the bull’s eye, where angels fear to go without arms, wing flyers
From the first human who jumped off a cliff without LSD mind blowing, replica wingers
 Adam to astronaut, out beyond Uranus’ that Jesus, Buddha, Krishna & Confucius knew
Looked precisely like the image in the #LookingGlass, reflection of the chit that I blew.

Moms and pops know the thing they did to make the rest of us in the Festivus spell
To be or not to be here & now for a spell, that’s existence per se, hell no, I never fell
From above or below this montage of gas expelled from the blown cosmic cylinder
Planted Mary Jane’s seed into fertile ground, I got head, Mama’s THC smoke bender.

Low inside where even stupid men fear to go, it’s that point of no return, you read me
Hope you do, the message is not for you if you don’t ascertain the gist of the History
First Cause to the dissolution implosion of the Singularity, teacher taught a teaching
First Word, do, done is second, that’s all folks, comedy & tragedy of the divine’s sting.
 
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, III-X-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Scored from the Void while listenin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (long version) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, March 09, 2024

#ScatInAHatWithAFatCat #BWStevenson #KennyWayneShepherd @JimiHendrix LIVE @FilmoreSFO @BrothersOsborne @FamilyGuy

IDIOTS REPRODUCE  EXTINCT SPECIES’ KRYPTONITE EGGS
On just shaking hands, gazing into the soul of strangers through a 20/20 vision eye
My friend used to say, “I kid you not!”, when she used to say, this & that about a fly
From the Origin of consciousness, “your” awareness is an anthropomorphic crawl
Only a few know and I know, if you don’t know then it’s none of your southern drawl.

Schooled in America, 50 United States of the 21st & 20th centuries, it’s all now & then
Not lost in Space means having high education, immigrants infect @Covid19 habitats
At some point in time, uphill or downhill occurs, nothing is easy, coitus creates children
Knowledge and wisdom requiring you & I to submit to evolutionary pressure of freezin’.

This is no joke, come on man, please honor my presence and power through this part
Where you wake up in the morning, afternoon, or evening, planning to break a heart
As if that’s your calling and the only thing you’ve believed in since you were born to roll
To mothers and fathers who didn’t know why they conceived your piece of a lost soul.

Prepared to be The End that doesn’t know it’s all over, mostly dead air & a buzz flat line
Miracle is whatever seemed impossible to be true turns out to be true and straight dope
Ingested the snow and the melted gas of runnin’ rivers & landlocked lakes to the sea sign
Choice is to die while asleep before you know, eclectic electric, gas or knot noose of rope.

I knew I guy who was a rather good friend of mine who used to say it, “I kid you not, homes!”
When the story he was telling was incredibly unlikely to ‘ve ever happened, droppin’ dimes
Sincerely hope that every girls lips I’ve ever kissed from the first to the last, stay right blue
What I knew was their hearts liked mine a little more than I like the beach in Cali’s Malibu.

I’m just sayin’ some words that may or may not be true but they still snap it for yesterday
Being with you, knowing you know what I knew when we were two were one, we gone dap
Tappin’ two fists, eight fingers, two thumbs seein’ to it that all the kin are livin’ right up top
Beyond battles, wars, peace dropped the pedal & we ain’t givin’ up the trip on the freeway.

Here’s a subtle nuance, drop the pedal and go topflight, speed beyond the red-black lights
Just to get home to an empty house, home alone again Time in Space, Friday night fights
Being fabulous like you won’t be for my old bones with feet up by the fire at MY place
Time in country spent with friends, bottles of wine, kegs of Bud & Rock, leather & lace.

Rubbed the joke off on you, your knees and elbows slipped in the darkness, third fall
Can’t get over it & can’t get up so we’re have to both get down, found the smokin’ gun
When you gasp your last toke, remember this my friend, them, they, we already gone
Like a shot in the darkness, felt the thought, I think I feel the Truth comin’ with dawn.

Near the flame burns of the hot fire received as a gift from above, a holy-hot Big Bang
Mankind’s happiness & the good that poses as bad & ugly, alas the song ended, hag
Free to see the things that I saw, many have seen & some promise to see before I die
As if the image has power beyond the fact that it’s completely in your tiny mind’s eye.

Blood flows through to the toe & finger tips, all the split end hair & hard, 10 penny nails
Blues makin’ the red all purple like a royal velvet rug of bear skin, a Davy Crockett sale
My psyche, my inner thoughts of my peace of mind I’ve loaned from the inner sanctum
I’ll return it once my trips terminated, I think immortality is here & now, enjoy it, I AM.
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 3-9-2024 A.D. @ 333 PMPST

{ Crafted the branded typos above while jammin’ to @BWStevenson #MyMaria on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KBRoN4r5co0?si=0POxpZbHk5dWd8ry & @kENNYwAYNEsHEPHERD #BlueOnBlack link @ https://youtu.be/TEqX5CWh7tY?si=yCLtimPEIP41M1j3}

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