#HeadKnockers #DogGod #DotHeadExclamation #DogfatherEntropy

GODS OF THE UNIVERSE FAILED TO PLAY REVERSE

Hair of a toy dog made the hair on the back of my neck stand up at attention

No way to lie about the feeling, either as old as ice or as hot as lava-molten

Left without a choice, you & I get what we’ve got, it’s all out in the wide open

Realization of the consciousness inside of you & its mortality is a reality spin.

Willing to spend the time rollin’ around the sun with someone else’s thin skin

Upward and outward until you can’t be seen by telescope or cosmic radiation

Ultraviolet to infrared, visible and invisible yet representative of the Big Bang

It happened before our Time, deduced via logic & reason, words Plato sang.

So many things to roll around in the mind trying to let the wheels drive you nuts

To be heavy for 18 hours every day, sometimes 24, in harmony or in solo ruts

Losers and winners all do what they can to finish first, falling short is attitude

To lose is unacceptable and to fail at winning is unacceptable, hence no good.

By the time y’all and I get to the final resting place, mummies or dust, it’ll dawn

As above, so below we’ll recognize the facts of life our father in heaven let down

Life is transitory here and now, nobody knows what the hell is following the finale

Except a deep Void we’ve originated from beyond dark desert highways, let’s bale.

Alrighty then, people are just people, I heard them say, welcome to Hotel California

Dancing to remember and to forget the same things, night after night, in a cantina

Lovely place to surprise your tired eyes, you feel the safety of stupid ignorance, so

Never forget, can’t kill the beast, the defense was competent, deflected black snow.

Whipping the self into shape by random introductions to impossible conundrums

Yet, solvable by the genius that I didn’t know that I was, so I’ve been told, yet again

What the hell good is it to be one, just someone that knows effects that will happen

Before strangers can see the signs, stream ahead in the clear, y’all in Cognito bums.

Chirping the rhyme with or without any good reason, irrational attempt to be a god

Just another lonely soul, boy or girl turned man or woman without a soul sacrifice

To be or not, is all that they entertain when they’re oblivious to being too human

Too late after the last breath, the huff, the puff & appointment with the Sandman.

If you by some chance have not followed the assumptions to the deductions’ gist

In a nutshell where the nut resides is the only place in Space to compromise this

History before you were born and after you die make no difference in every case

Think, you’re no god, you’re human, too human, you’re finite in a mystery phase.

Fearing the unknown, the future, the death of your bones & blood, that’s decrepit

Avoid the fear of 208 bones failing to animate, yours & others have no choice in It

Life, existence, animation, dissolution of Reality as we know it, it’s all a ruse to be

A bargain to get here to experience the Oneness of Being here & now, Whoopie!

Call them head knockers if you would like to be accurate, they know who they are

Once you get into the crowd, there’s no turnin’ back until you’re in your rockin’ chair

Please don’t make me say it again, Head knocker, comin’ on, real strong showstopper

I knew how to love to be just like that, the showstopper, then went in Cognito Zen.

Low beams on the highlights to trim the fat before the short trip on a long ramp deck

’57 coupe in my driveway, I need to get out on Highway One coastal rattlesnake bar

Worth it if you complete the trip, something to remember, keep your motor runnin’

Get the rubber on the road brand new, spare & tools, on the way now to mortal sin.

Baby let me love you, or maybe don’t but if you did, you’d wonder why you wouldn’t

If you’re talkin’ to me with that baby let me love you jazz, it ain’t what I’d have sent

Here and now, I offer you a covered back and a loyal head knocker from a windy city

Finale with the outro fading into the Void, lights out, light into a dot, period, Shitty!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, February 22, 2026, @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted this while jammin’ @Foreigner #Headknocker in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bJAlADV6f2I?si=8V240fDX1CbctZ-3 }

#StripperOfTheSoul #ChinaGroveUtopia @Jerry_Seinfeld #BESTcompilation #DoubleBackZZTop @TheEaglesBand

M.A.S.H., SOUTH KOREA IN 1974 FELT LIKE 1951, KISS UP TO GOD

Timing is everything, you will pay the price for not paying attention to a world left behind

One that your mother generated by hook or crook, thanks to your father’s quest for climax

Tidbits and pieces of gold and silver left behind by accidental purpose, an infinite bag of Trix

Talking less magic than sugar-packed, colored balls of rice, wheat & rye grains for the mind.

Filling the ignorance gap with star-riders who came from the burning balls of gas-lit gods

Imaginary though they are, head knockers will stop the shows in their unhinged RR tracks

Whatever will be will be, as it should be since ain’t no other way anything can be done, sons

It’s all about the A’s B’s & C’s, the 1’s 2’s & 3’s, an algebraic calculus of trigonometric cons.

Sit right down and write yourself a letter that you can mail to yourself & read to be edified

Annihilation of the defenders of freedom on enemy lines, they invented the tool of Hated

As above or below, the whole bit of ecstasy and misery on one ball of water & rocky herders

Hell above and heaven below the military aid, created on the backs of the workin’ slackers.

Imprisoned, captured or killed in action, the heroes get a medal & chopped-off gold medals

Satisfaction guaranteed behind or ahead of Time, it’s everything, a miniseries of “I shalls”

Ahead or behind the catch of the day, you eat what you can stomach, pass on the rest of it

Cooks concocted all wonderful grunts to digest and metabolize in a timely fashion, 64 bits.

Subjects, direct objects with action predication and the whole shebang of treasure & junk

Kept it in a safe place before & after the corpus dillecti just me, all I’d burn, no more skunk

It’s too many or not enough but either way, the ends justifies the means, it’s one fact of Life

Check the screen for fingerprint smudges, cause of distorted side-effects, husband & wife.

When you see everything clearly with 20/20 vision, without cataracts or two contacts

If and only if then, you’re blinded by light shining into your skull’s face & turned backs

All things everywhere on this highway of ups and downs will end in a silent hush code

Hope you find the door to open up your mind to the Truth, infinity in short, finite mode.

Pair up until a triplet is left in the end, stick to the speed limit & avoid the cherry red

It is done like this and that, eagles singing words about living, loving, crying & dying

Grizzled all the same as she’s always wrote, “It’s been sweet, but gotta go now. Bye…”

Drizzles that happened exactly at the same time I wondered how to do a lover’s bed.

Dire needs and earthbound desires wobbling and revolving around the orbit hood

Extinction being the end of this finite world at hand for each & every one of us, dude

Out of the darkness comes a coefficient to figure out the solution to the impossible

Immortality is the long and short of the whole shebang’s rubber soul, empty shell.

Hair of the dog on your tongue but you don’t give a lick, you just get numb chokin’

Smoke and mirrors blow Truth reflecting back into your face, appears in mortal sin

Give up your attempt to give the benefit of the doubt, you can’t avoid the highlight

Care about nothing more nor less than every single thing that’s clean out of sight.

God’s dams are made by the men who wanted to quench the thirst for liquid gold

Tears from the waterfalls came with the territory and streams stream hot and cold

Beer & Ale disappeared with 1/5 bottles of Jack Daniels Black & Johnny Walker Red

In reality they’ve been drunk by the trolls who live under the drawbridge, as I said.

Dessert can be eaten before or after a main dish, I’m all about cake’s sweet cream

Celebration of the location of the cook and the cookies, in the kitchenette steam

Hurting the pleasure and indulging in the exquisite pain of leaving Earth with a soul

As above, so below, Origin’s way to be is here, now, it’ll be there & then, black hole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, February 21, 2026 @ 1430 PMPST

{ Cracked this out the woodwork jammin’ to “Somehow, Somewhere, Someway” by @KennyWayneShepherdBand @ https://youtu.be/qHNeWh-QX34?si=mkMHDYyCXw79qYH2 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THE DEUS & THE HOMO SAPIENS #WWARD? @CarlosSantana #UnderneathThatOldAppleTree @AC/DCBandOBrothers

 

AT SOME POINT, MAKE-UP & MIRRORS DEFAULT 

Assuming for the sake of argument that you love your neighbor as yourself, help you God

Without the pledge and begging forgiveness if a violation ever occurs, you are like taboo

Idiots & morons mate on every continent on Earth, homo sapiens are species sympatico

We all must activate our inner idiot or moron dope, we’ve a categorical imperative, it’s so.

Dissenting opinion may not be irrational, blind faith beliefs overwhelm the peace & love

As above, it is as below, thanks to the stars that the Big Bang happened and allowed life

Periods of infinite eras repeated ad infinitum, Life only exists on Earth, Time warped papa

Reason we worshipped the above & below while inseminating & repopulating the DARPA.

Meaning the story as it unfolds, the animation moves from start to finish without a point

More or less, the characters mostly have it made in the shade, some get a glimpse of hate

Coming from the mates, neighbors, kinfolk & strangers never desire failure, we’re winning

All contests between entities are continental, among all seven’s RNA squeezes mortal sin.

Mortal meaning not immortal or immune to death, a rigor mortis’ dead animal sacrificial

As above, so below, an immaculate conception may lead to a cold corpse buried in Hell

Just a word for buried below the surface of the ground, a cemetery of burial, funeral pyres

Burning the gas and keeping a spark on the side, sputtering suddenly, as I lie down, sires.

Pitstops never impeded my momentum, but they did rejuvenate my holy resolve & intention

It goes something like this, I fixate on a specific goal to goal slide to the bottom of the icing

I shoot the puck, slapshot or backhand flip into the goalie net, over the shoulder pad score

We win the @StanleyCup above and below the Yukon tundra, we’re all as old as gold’s ore.

Semen and egg, think about that, here we are as if it’s normal to have become an animal

There are many big and little things that fill the world’s reality, controlled chaos for us all

My condition is similar if not exactly the same as any other living thing, avoid death & live

Conditions impact the good intentions, cold or burning hot as volcano lava, Earth’s hive.

Planet deposit of everything gleaned out of empty space’s Big Bang, theoretical genesis

Gold is cold, non-compliant melted carbon turning into diamonds with broke promises

Cause and effect preceded the extinction of compacted matter & gatling guns’ holy holes

Spoiled animal milk, molded into bricks with holes drilled into the chunks with tiny poles.

Take my word for it, I am here and now for less than a hundred years, more or less than

I saw the pictures and cages of apes who have forms similar to this magical clan of Man

A bubble may burst but its inflation began in a Void, nothing at all in anti-matter duress

Reason for WAR is the interception of communications that there’s a threat to Oneness.

Missiles are in neutral, FAAFO as the @VPOTUS or @SecDef might intend to go stand-by

Aircraft carriers with hundreds of sailors and pilots of flying instant Ends, a sub underly

Pieces of whole jig-saw puzzle come together only one way, all pieces are irreplaceable

Low as you go below the limbo pole-line, only the toes & foot arches animate the skull.

Perfection measured as compared to the genetic mutation caused by acidic radiation

The weather has something to do with everything, there’s no mercy for bones and skin

No water everywhere, no oxygen or carbon-dioxide everywhere, no plants or animals

Actually, Life on Earth is the only life anywhere in any galaxy in the universe, OK pals?

Now you know what the Truth is, full disclosure is only Time can be warped not Space

Traveling in Time or out of Time, a concern is that nobody’s soul is immortal in a portal

Mortality is as it is on Earth except without the body, mortal immortal masquerade foe

In and out of Olympics and any other games humans play with themselves Ai incognito.

Keep a handle on the tool even if you’re on your knees, you’ve got to get back up so fast

No choice, no alternative but to pivot when necessary and full speed ahead en masses

Burning acid hot or frozen as cold as ice, viruses, bacteria wake up dreaming of the gist

Plants from tall grass to redwood trees, thriving lives we’ve had a fortunate ego coexist.

I took notes but forgot what the subject was in the first place, it finally made perfect sense

Before our life begins, we’re worth nothing to the abortionists & mothers who won’t be Ma

Songs sung, strummed along for the ride up & down scales, words ringing like dumbbells

Heart of the matter is to forgive enemies, karma replacing inner rage & peripheral damage.

Formulate the scattered bytes and cyber-pieces of invisible constructs, all in the mind

Hilarious on the spectrum of laughter, my derriere has detached & been left far behind

I know you don’t love me anymore, you used to touch me and now you evade the skin

Lost and found and then lost again, it’s the deal of the Millennium for Adam & Eve’s kin.

Dim mind like a dim light, too weak to see all things that twist and shout top of lung stack

Welcome to the hotel California, you’ll leave but you’ll return, y’all will always come back

Finally eyes close for sleep and there’s no awakening, no alibies for sleepin’ in dreaming

Awake the woke dreamer and the Truth uncovers the mystery like it’s never been a thing.

Bruised muscles, discolored skin, recuperated yet reminded that pain generates bad juju

Meaning the negative reactions to whatever happens causes painful pangs, happy Jojo

Treason is the blame put on the revolutionary guard, orders disobeyed to keep on killin’ it

Ending is happy, even blues get hip to the sparks flyin’ from fingertips, y’all are havin’ a fit.

Watch the day go by, tomorrow just like yesterday, sing songs, play and be totally merry

Standing alone or alongside another subjective objection to anything I ever say to a fairy

Immersed in the atmospheric pressure is a necessary condition for accumulating karma

Smoke high mirrors reflect it all, everybody that comes will go, y’all scream like yo’ mama.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, February 21, 2026 A.D. @ 1409 hours

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @TheEagles #TheSphere Jan 2026 link https://youtu.be/AGZaWjvDTMI  & @KennyWayneShepherdBand #TroubleIs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8JVkHbJE4_o?si=bw9jLhbFEYVy4k6g  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ALREADY LONG GONE