#SoulStripper @ACDC It's the 7th & we all need a 5th, Jesus, God & Krishna & Buddah too! oh & @GovtMule #YoureJustDrawnThatWay Hey

EYES WANNA GO BACK TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS 

As above, so below means whatever will be will be, by Jove, and it’s a fact of life

Nothing anyone can change about this existence’s origin or our spirit’s final knife

Now then, be that as it may, for one thing, there wasn’t a peep before a Big Bang

Seen on video in utero, an egg turns into a human, a chick, or a fat lady who sang.

Tomorrow, today will be yesterday, ad infinitum; it’s the narrow way in a holy flow

Never stop or ever give up, when you stop & look back to see it’s all done gone, yo

Every day and night, games get played by me or someone when I’ve fallen asleep

Material Form is reduced to dreams that disappear every sunrise without a peep.

In the ocean of where holy water used to be, there’s just an empty suit in 3 pieces

Obviously, with no doubt, everyone but me knows the whole Truth & nothing but

If you know the mess hall and the poop deck, then you need to say no more at all

It’s understood, sailors ship out to the port & return when their tour of duty’s out.

No blood spilled, and the boredom has beaten the resistance out of the skeleton

Mind and body are at One and trained to survive idle threats to fight another one

Bears and bulls live to make more on the Earth for the ones who are all too human

Sweet kisses last forever in my memory, I swing & rock out ‘cause I’m a mega fan.

You were told & you believed that you have an immortal soul in your skin & bones

Ready for the journey after the last gasp, eyes wide open to see reality of the suns

Stars everywhere in the matrix, including our sun, yours & mine & everyone else’s

Being present is sacrosanct; only you can lie to me because you’re covering me up.

Yet, seriously folks, it’s no joke, no punch line will make you get laughs you crave

Any language gets the point across to those who comprehend the subtle nuance

Known to be understood by nobody you know that’s alive, some soon to be gone

Every breath you take, you exhale back to my soul’s rippin’ rhapsody, mind blown.

Never forget about anything in case you need to recall the thing itself, it ain’t easy

One way to be locked up in a rut without an escape route, then there’s free ballin’

In every case, if & only if the propositional assumptions are without knowing dads

Logical, unequivocal knowledge of this, that & everything drawn on iPads, all mad.

Deep down in the soul, invisible yet felt as if it’s a ball thrown for a touch of blood

Sinners reclaiming nirvana, heaven, hell and limbo between the two, I am It, son

Twenty monkeys melted the snow and there’s more left over as the day goes by

Bubble-headed fades overwhelm the host matrix; I’m left in a puddle of dirty mud.

Better watch yo’ back, or you might fade away before you know it, slice of Life Ho

Klik-Klak rockin’ with this poppin’ on the corners of the dirty windy city, bitch blow

Beggin’ for more every morning, every night glad it’s over and all gone, in the mud

I need the mud, blood and the beer, a shot of JD Black keeps it real, I’m The Blood.

Swing at the fast screw balls and aim for the sky, it’s black or blue, but the ball falls

By gravity’s grace, we are grounded in the One Earth we hope lasts forever, It calls

All of us, separated by skin and bones, only the light keeps us alive for a NY minute

Sun, moon, stars & the ethereal Space between them all, what we are, a GD mutt.

Blisters on my backhands, but gettin’ stoned on junk and drunk on spirits that fly

Redneck Rich, name from the rocks of granite and a 12 gauge in the corner to die

Rollin’ dice and playin’ cards with the pine Kush burnin’ the smoke, we on hot fire

Shakin’ things that need to be shook, it’s the narrow way, extreme climax buyer.

Mud’s all good in the hole, understood that omegas do what they do, pig feet s#it

Around the world’s globe, think it looks like God out there, drop down in the flow

I ride horses, Mustangs and Camaros until their super sports blow the piston hole

Mixed drinks, pine blown higher than skies over planets, a Void with morons in it.

You rise and get woke up with bullet holes riddling your skin and bones, last rites

Tennessee got overnight letters from ol’ Chicago, cut a trillion bucks in gang fights

Purple passion pine fills the air on a dare, Mamas & Papas made gangster orphans

Certainty escapes into a vacuum cleaner, dust, dirt & pebbles broke into Stephans.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March VII^th MMXXVI Anno Domini 0755 AMPST

{ Crafted before birth, finally it’s been baked & ready for dissemination before the insemination thanks to inspiration of #NothingLikeTheRealThing in a loop on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0Niou3l6Zcc }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KebMO #CheckMate #IMissTheGoodOldDays

@nike @CaitlinClark #Kicks

TAKE ME BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYZ

Killing the lights in the rooms that you occupied with your high school plays

You & I know what their daddies would have said, you’d be dead, my brother

Ain’t your fault though, hard to keep those young studs back down in the herd

Eventually, all the bulls’ eyes get shot out; let us flash back to the good old days.

Reverse until the tape breaks & splice the missing links together for the brothers

I always wanted to get back with my lost brothers & sisters from other mothers

Man, it’s almost gone out of my recollection, yet it still gots beats to get me blue

Tell your mama to giddyup & get back to the good old daze, I was oblivious too.

Top of the tip can’t get higher without @X rocket blastoff throwback classic, Fire!

Life was a lot easier when there was nothing but scrappin’ out on the block’s wire

Smalls or Bigs come and go as the ages break down the backs and legs, up in #Airs

Blind faith in chit that ain’t ever gonna happen, like die & go to hell, @Papa cares.

Anything to turn around 360 degrees, wobble a bit like my mother Earth’s hump

Deduce this from the propositions I’ll use as the premises for my solid argument

The conclusion will be completely up to the reader of the words; it’s a fist bump

Back of the class incest, crooked A’s in college, philosophical break, heaven sent.

All the media & internet are getting the whole thing wrong, like the good ol’ days

Nobody wanted to change it, or they would have done the U-turn, let me rephrase

Fluff up your pillow before you fall asleep, you won’t wake up ‘til the dream’s over

Follow in my footsteps on a sandy beach, son of a copycat, on the other side lover.

Bring your l’il ol’ A game to the scuffle, it’s gonna get real at a count of 10, it’s on

Follow me on “X” for the trip you had back in the 60’s with that microdot chemo

Put the trippin’ on the regular folks, it’s all in the head of the fool without a son

Standing up straight and sitting down at attention, Kneel and Lie down, The End.

It’s an encore to recollect the good old days ad infinitum, all you get for Nirvana

Take you there, take us all there, regardless of blind faith, Buddha’s hot in Havana

Spin like a top, twirl like a top, but never counterclockwise, like a butterfly yoyo

Walk the dog, rock the baby, around the world I won the championship of Blow.

My own place in Space is all mine, occupied by nobody but my jive arse, all of me

Evermore from my first choke of air & the last gasp of breath I get to breathe, see

Inside the raw meat, blood moves Life like a river, north to south & ad infinitum

Built like it’s the armor to protect from all bad air force of annihilation, I’m scum.

As the bottom of the barrel allows, scum is what nothing living wants, excretion

What a bum is can be exactly what no godfather or godmother wanted; it’s a sin

Ear to the ground, pay attention to the effects that tiny men compromise for kicks

The Way is so narrow, one foot in front of the other, good old days repeat 96 licks.

Police and sheriffs knew my name back then in the 60’s, I turned it around at War

Viet Nam or Thailand or South Korea, good ol’ days, forgot some & remember all

Delivered all that I had as they Basically Trained me to be 2 empty combat boots

My M-16 had the clips, the God Damn Son of a Bitch jammed, got me in cahoots.

Back to that first visit back home with my uniform on, lookin’ like a warrior to be

Hyped beast to become tamed by the Man who took over the good, bad and ugly

Meant to be, as above so it is below, throwback classic, ready, get set and git go

Laughing and crying until the Finals, Life & Death changed in a NY minute, Flow!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March V, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1927 hours PST

{ Drafted while walkin’ down memory lane with @BigSmo  #TheGoodOldDays on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Nothing Doing Anything With Everybody #Baloney & #Salami #Deadmeat #Lunchmeat #ShatScat

NOTHING IS FREE, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE, WARRIORS -  @SecDef

Y’all spookin’ for a peace in my mind, but I’d settle for a piece of strange bubble, man. 
A revolting development has presented itself without warning, an accident in no Time. 
The future is past, and the present is all that’s left for you & me, immersed within bone. 
Chambered the rounds, protect you from me, I’ve been unleashed & it’s not too pretty.

Ready and well-trained to put the hurt on the opponent, they never expected to receive 
Like lightning in Darkness, it comes & recedes instantly without warning, I can’t grieve. 
It’s one of the facts of life your parents ought to have told you to always remember this 
Trippin’ away from the home you were exiled into a hard, cold world of all too human.

There, here, now, and then, it takes a strong mind & body to resist the power struggle 
To snip your DNA out of your secret place & allow the minions to incarcerate the infant 
Just because you get old doesn’t mean you can control your animal persuasions’ ski 
Cure for incursion on a habitat is extinction, a chain reaction’s hot-fission/cold-fusion.

The solar system is not in human hands, thank the stars, we’re still all gonna die here 
No reason to think y’all are any different than your kin, descended from the clueless 
No clue means you’ve got dead air and a vacuum of a recollection, no reason or logic 
Call it your life, it’s all you’ll ever get, like a turtle that slowly moves, don’t be a Dick.

There’s always trouble in the wake of the commotion caused by rowdy boys & girls 
Y’all were one of them, maybe, maybe not, but you know you’re related to the pearls 
They lived and died without knowing the real reason why they’re not food or a game 
Mass requires a dose of spirit for peace of mind, It’s called energy, a claim to fame.

I will go ahead & reconnoiter the perimeter and sanitize the center for intelligencia 
Believe in everything’s cause since that’s the Truth of the effect, original sin of he CIA 
Down south jukin’ and I think it’s time we let go, it’s a party for infinity, happy to be 
Every moment is precious and easy to forget, but that’s not the point; we’re all free!

Every morning it’s a test to see if you can live & go to sleep in your own bed, maybe not 
It’s the way it all goes, out of the control room inside of your head, enforced by badges 
Uniformed & blessed with the honor of promising to follow orders, no insubordinates 
Pop quizzes, tests, exams, ACT/PSAT’s etc., etc., etc., assist people with blind dates.

Ears pricking up or not, go back to somnambulistic drugs you smoke or swallow, high 
Watch Undercover, the sneaks & spooks have nothing better to do, they’re on payroll 
Blocked by your own good time, every second you get, breathe deeply to get far away 
Air in & out of your lungs goes to your blood & up to your mind’s eye, y’all lookin’ fine.

Beers in the cooler, drinks at the bar, we’re playin’ games with friends and their kids 
Overcome with unconsciousness, you never know what’ll happen if your eyes see it 
A wise exception to the rule of not telling everyone & sinking their battle ship’s grips 
Defense of the most important life inside of you is sacrosanct, no scat, that’s no s#it.

Inside the inner sanctum, the members know what the body’s purpose is all about 
Blind belief without a lick of proof is the harbinger of population control, boy scout 
Your hips will fail on you, walking and running won’t be an option, shut your mouth 
Tugging your heart string until you get yanked into my @X tweets without a doubt.

Ping this and uplink that, laptop, iPhone, Android, Smartphone, never a land line on 
I’m pretty busy, but I’ll slow down for you because you seem to be really so sincere 
I’ve had my eye on you, honest and trustworthy like a Boy Scout in a Cub Scout pack 
I’m of such an advanced age, Earth will have orbited the Sun a hundred times, crack.

I apologize in advance for the things all around us turning black, homeless or saintly 
Destined for the urn, graveyard, or prison cell if available, mostly a urine-soaked alley 
If you don’t believe the assertion, you’re a part of the problem, what would Jesus do? 
The One God would’ve been crucified for fighting city hall, am I right? Come on, man!

Big dream you metabolize to feel alive on Earth as you’re an immersed bit of plasma 
Not in existence at all before your parental conception, can’t believe Earth’s round 
Nothing gleaned pre-k through PhD responds to an illusory, metaphysical anomaly 
Hosts have access to all sub-atomic bits of quark in the arsenal, unleashed hounds.

You heard the dialogue and participated in the reality behind being addicted to Life 
Whether your drug is heroin or love, you can’t be whole without full access to it fast 
If we’re inclined to fail due to fortune or inheritance of bad-seed DNA genes, just go 
To the ocean beach in the middle of nowhere, and learn to fish & hunt for food, slow.

Don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got some good & bad news for you & it’s gonna hurt some 
There is a narrow path to stay on until the target’s reached, a middle-of-the-road tune 
Imagine without imagination, think without a thought, exist without being two or one 
Bones out of a fertilized ovum, an accident of evolution’s reaction to being random.

Counter revolution to being homeless in the city, becoming a force that labors for gold 
To trade for sustenance to survive and remain fit to roam Earth at ease ‘til you get old 
Hit over the fence & it’s a homerun, a couple of hundred yards, maybe three plus, so 
Since you don’t know what you don’t know, silence yo’ pie-hole, it’s your priority blow.

You, in the plural sense, I assume there’s more than one to see the words I got up here 
Y’all just ahead of your time, it could have been worse, may have been in a traffic jam 
You chose to move & live deep in the center of paradise, where crossroads cover gold 
Sports, education, families, orphans, and you’ve got social security when you’re old.

Let the youngsters work for their taxes like the elders did when they got God-deceived 
It’s a community you honor because without US, y’all wouldn’t have been conceived 
Y’all would’ve been aborted like your mothers would have done if we didn’t ring a bell 
Now ungrateful & on the way to being dead, locked out of heaven on a highway to hell.

Here’s a trend: you only get a finite amount of gasps for air; if you waste them, roadkill 
Yours to use at your will, free will it is, unless you’re imprisoned for infractions in debt 
The gods ain’t watchin’ the fiasco, they didn’t exist before Plato, Socrates & Aristotle 
Cosmic comedy in layers of redemption, all about the karma, what’s in your wallet? 

Magic beans are obtained through theft, hence the stalk grows a dream in a dream 
It’s a home invasion of a gargantuan homo sapiens who awoke to some spilt cream 
Ran out the door, down the stairs, jumped on the beanstalk & slid down due haste 
Big & mad at me, the giant’s heavy body broke the stalk & he fell into tomato paste.

Nothing is free, and it’s got a price nobody’s willing to pay, but pay they will, everyone 
No choice, no free will to do otherwise, since right here & now is the “Other Side” seen 
Nobody is supposed to know this while they’re here & now, yet some will see, my son 
Words mean nothing & nothing is free, if ya know what I mean, ya know what I mean.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March 4^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1630 PMPST

{ Per The Ramones, God's in charge.  If you know, you know. }