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Sunday, April 07, 2024

#WORD #UP #SecretionExcretion #SACommand #KORN #EMINEM #mARSHALLmATHERS

BIRDS TWEET CODIFICATION
Down on the corner where my grandfather shouted to the mass, “Read all about it!”
As if you needed that data for your program of study to train you with logic of chit
All in & out of everything you dream about & get shocked into wake up China calls
You shocked the monkey & expected an unexpected relief to materialize the balls.

Respect is all you can give and get disrespect in return, it’s the karma of a past life
You don’t know what you did but it must have been a grievous infraction of strife
Workin’ it all out in the end whether you like it or not, using logic & reason, my son
Never runnin’ out of it since it’s the essence of it all, mortal nucleus in every atom.

Imagine before your conception, before your ancestors were ejected into the void
Even if a Truth sounds like a lie if you believe in human afterlife in spiritual soul stew
Cosmic as it is and always was, it will be almost as certain as the sun burns itself out
A bundle of memories you ain’t forgot will not survive God’s dam-beavering doubt.

So, it all comes down to this, right here, right now, this here & that there exposed
To elements of a psychological convergence, Wind of the world’s spin, soul dosed
Expected the existence of Nothing but me was true, I’m right, pessimistic optimism
It’s chocolate or butterscotch, maybe it’s a double dose of critical critics’ criticism.

Sisters of my mother are my aunts whose daughters are my first cousins, all who lie
About crossing my heart, it’s a condition mutation of conception’s birth, hope to die
Even I didn’t hope to die, the alternative is floating in Space or a 4th dimensional dot
What I am is what I am, dancin’ to the music, beatin’ the sound into God’s ol’ robot.

Sleep with eyes wide open means your corpse is in deterioration mode, rockin’ free
As in, bury me right now, underground or under seawater, eaten by the fittest ‘round
Danced to the music until my whole family was stoned, smoked & drank into a frenzy
Autopilots since being saved by the blind faith in hot, holy spirits, funk-boogie down.

Pinch me to see if I wake up, I might be dreaming that life is happening now & then
Until I wake up for a moment, lying flat on my back on a morgue slab without a staff
Nobody there, no angel nor devil, no zombie dead but still scaring the scat out stuff
Going to be millions of degrees hotter the day y’all die by accident or spark failure.

Kissed the girls and the women as the got old as my mama used to look, all good too
For me & Stars all around me in the Space also around your face, hug a tree, feel blues
When you can’t & don’t because you won’t and never will, you’ll be able to run a dozen
Of, by and for the reasons and rhymes that blow out of the 4th dimensional sacred Zen.

Blown and imploded depending on the whim of my will, it’s an Evil necessary power too
Good is better but Evil will do when there’s bad guys out there, on the corner kickin’ boo
It’s jive scat that fills in the blanks when you forgot the lowdown, or it’s already gone son
Daughters knew when to slide out the city, here, now what we got is whippin’ post fun.

Creeps feeling whipped until they couldn’t feel anything anymore, creepin’ in me arears
Simple that the stars line up without movin’ when they’ve been spinning hot gas tears
Sorrow for my feelings being hurt by the ones I learned to love because you had timing
Yo, Billy & Kenny, California boys brought destiny out the mountains, Cascades & Sierras.

Are you for real, living in a dream & referring the vision as reality, a pre-death life atom
Full or empty, recollection of being a foolish, idiot savant helps to know, why I’m dumb
My father & mother are the cause of my existence, don’t make me start the inevitable
The Fail-Safe has ended, Earth like the atom it is, will split & two Earths are my bubble.

Void and null of the matter at hand causes the murderer’s row to rise & fall in darkness
Civilized or not, the cause and effect of things remains the same, you live, you die, fly
Hard or soft, good or bad, even ugly is the issue, it’s not an issue in the darkness’ lie
That we die & have another life after this one, bovine scat at the least, soul killer fizz.
 
 by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 4-6-2024 Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Cocked this pistol while checkin’ @max_headroom on #WOMEN youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y4TSOnvcy1k?si=EFeWUWLW5YsiZ-G0 & then #MaxHeadDAP @ https://youtu.be/Xbk1vB0gWL0?si=O5OBVZnvo8pA1J46 }

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Friday, April 05, 2024

GOOD; BETTER; BEST! #WTH & #WTF over... & I'm OUT #TotalEclipseFromISS @ISS

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I SHOULD PROBABLY COME CLEAN, EH?
Neither you nor I have any control over Ma Earth’s wobble & top spin feeds
Mirrors reflect nothing but what’s in front of it, looking through rosary beads
Professional amateurs putting a club foot in front of another decrepit godson
Beads created from the nuclear fusion of atomic matter, busted immersion.

This face hides nothing but an empty skull other than teeth, eyes’ brain scat
All for the movement and activity of the mind within this thing itself, I name it
Eating and drinking from birth until death, all searchin’ for the rainbow globe
Pricking clear skin with hypodermic funk you’ve gleaned out a damned robe.

Notion of the formula to create survival chemistry for an extinct class of man
Neanderthal or Homo Erectus won’t look like the Cro Magnon, all too human
Family Guy rocks the world on the screen appearing in thin air, idiot illusions
Pretending that you’re the cream of a crop, blacktop speed racer of hot sins.

Before Time was ordained as the spin and wobble of the Earth on the ecliptic
There was still the same spin and wobble of the Wind and Fire get motion sick
All in your mind, psychotic episode of self-realization before you conceived it
Looked around & fed the holy hunger, liquids, solids, release wasted gas chit.

Rubber out of the trees, plastic out of the Earth’s crude lubricant, it will ignite
Spontaneously combusted out of the nuclei of each & every atom in Milky Way
This ain’t a party for the innocent nor the wild, it’s a reality, mankind’s gangway
Pretending that there’s living matter once it disintegrates, measure of the idiot.

Jets and Sharks kick one anothers’ skeletons underground, shredded the wood
Fire burning the wood into ash, melting the iron & steel forms into planetary food
Fight for your right to freedom from tyranny & you’re bound to die, say yes please
Given swords and bullets, knives and belts of blackness with red stripe degrees.

Panini out to lunch on the patio, come over with Red Rover & bring higher spirits
Feeding the frenzy of idiots & morons with blind faith of readers of fallacy salads
How and why can I ask questions without having sensations in my fired up brain?
As I lied, I laid as many eggs fertilized as I could coax the hotties to lay, God pain.

Gotta die if you become all too human through coitus that had no interruptus
Ready and get set whether you’re ready or not, you’ll come around in the dust
As if you had any choice to be free or indentured by way of your parents, right?
It’s worse than that but don’t want to energize the curse, it’s TNT, it’s dynamite.


by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, April  IVth MMXXIV   Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Spread the Word like Butter Cream from the Cache Cow while jammin’ to @EricClapton #IShotTheSherrif in an infinite loop, link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0xLLPJ0bOw }
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Thursday, April 04, 2024

#JockStrapperSupporter #SheezGotBigBawls & #EyeCanFixADrinkOnIce #EyeCanGitYouBuzzed #ThatsTrueLOVE #SteelheadingVIDEO #WhatALady #WhatANight #ArcOfTheCovenant


LOVE WORD UP, GET DOWN-LO WAR
Originally sinned in a garden called Eden with Eve & I take it you know
I’m Stacy’s mom’s husband, I’m Stacy’s dad and we’ll take this real slow
My daughter likes you, she’s on birth control & no doubt told you, hence
You now know a little bit and you can guess the rest, no nonsense tense.

As I move in double speed, I stop in double time and never skip a C-note
If it greases my palm, the deal is sealed, gentleman’s agreement, no vote
Hop along the dotted line with your John Hancock, scribble above & below
Monsters of the Midway and Miners of the Gold bring out the best in flow.

Gone downstream from the hatchery ladder just to get lured by the flies
Biting them, chewing the bait without getting snagged, steelhead’s lies
You and the Kings and Silvers got together after the gutting and BBQ digs
Offered their spirits that now grace your innards a chance to live as a man.

How magnanimous of the eating machine, drunk lush spit for elimination
To be free from being behind bars without a key, locked into submission
Due to the inability to follow ten simple commands of the gods, mortality
Only way to stay alive is to fight for survival, to be fit, to smell and to see.

Aftertaste just as good as the original one, dream in a dream at one
Used to think that the thing itself was something other than what I am
Then I opened the third eye I didn’t know I had, I saw the Truth of stars
Ergo, as I lay dying, I choked the jerk-off, then a guy walked into the bar.

On the tile floor next to the bar-stool, a last gasp went in & out my blood
I recall floating above the bar looking for Jose & Jack, at one for Bay mud
Pricking the soft matter to control the excited atoms, pin cushion’s proof
That the holes I’ve created close with the passage of years, I am the goof.

A hundred years ago just like a hundred years from right here & now, zero
As close as I can get to a word to mean the concept of the Void, God’s hero
Blame all of the inconvenient Truths seen with our own lyin’ eyes, ‘ai’ One
Intelligence as artificial as your mother, she’s two hundred years old, son.

Bridges to pass from mass to mass keeps your feet & horses’ hooves dry
Like your powder that provides persuasion, blue, purple or red rover high
All events pass into historical vortexes nobody can ever retrieve ala dead
Honor, obedience, reverence keeps your survival mode aloft, I am I said.
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi April 4th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1755 hours PMPST
{ Scraps of fragments, translated from the English into WORDup by @KORN link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-M7vOnlcLbo while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE CONCERT link @ https://youtu.be/Wu7ygAqF_Mk?si=6S9MGXxKsH9zJh1w }
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