Y'ALL "AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HOUNDDOG, CRYIN' ALL THE TIME, YOU AIN'T NEVER CAUGHT A RABBIT & YOU AIN'T NO FRIEND OF MINE." - @Elvis #KnockKnockWhosThere #Yo #YoWho? #YoYo #TheDevilInDisguise #CREED #HOTscat

SOMETIMES YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE,

SOMETIMES I DOUBT IT 

Blink a hundred & eighty-three times & you’re dead, you only need a hundred & eighty-two 
Y’all, every single one of y’all, got a need to bleed from infancy to decrepit fantasy code blue 
Mothers and fathers had nothing to do with your spirit entering random eggs on Earth's dirt 
Yet hell, here you are with the high water and deserts so hot all the water’s gone, God hurt. 

Created this & then punished this, WTH kind of a man is that? Oh, never mind, not a man 
A pretender who could never rise above the Singularity of the Void, intention precedes a ban 
On nuclear weapons that fuse and fissure the atomic structure of the matrix, book an idiot 
So many needs and desires for the impossible to retain its status, nothing to see here, go Bot.

Fury comin’ from the matter’s form, it’s a defecation of the freedom and justice of The Good 
Almighty might of the invisible forces that be, it’s an honor to be immersed in the cosmic soup 
What were my alternatives other than to be here, now, as I’m constituted by random chance? 
I suspect everything alive is caused by random chance, sustained by pure fortune in a dance.

It’s a Baconesque to be or not to be, hiding behind a philosophy of total ignorance of The End 
As a child forgets about the mortal wound of leaving Mother’s cord, it sits around to offend 
People on every continent, infant to octogenarian pimp on the Almighty’s ebony marble skin 
Hard to get, hard to hold, hard rockin’ yet hard to believe the obvious, that the fix is all in.

Duty calls, I am committed to the cause of being the effect, all that I am is 208 bones’ soul 
Olden days kept the minions in a daze, hunting or trading to stay alive, short life to die for 
Whether diseased from environment or inheritance, the mortality rate for humanity is 100% 
Knowing what you know now, would you have done anything you’ve done differently, intent?

Asleep both at the wheel & behind bars, a DUI manslaughter conviction gets you heaven sent 
Bums & junkies walkin’ back & forth under the causeways and freeway overpasses, all spent 
Now only you know & I know the true meaning of the Word, of God, all Mankind of yo’ mama 
Seize the moment of the day your fortune allows, it’s golden dawn bright, 1 out of sight, Papa.

Fruits & vegetables of the Eden Garden keep us alive, to end in ash or veins of formaldehyde 
All I am is the same as all you all are, DNA/RNA disguised on stage, disappear & die, gods lied 
No afterlife floating around in the Ether, disembodied consciousness’s memory stack of whack 
Uplink, upload, download file, a bundle of joy, you invoked chaos’ random hoax, so Get Back!

Holy scat is blessed as the only way to prove we’ve consumed the product evolved from squat 
Used to fertilize up-and-coming seeds that blow in the wind, intentionally get humanity’s scat 
#Woke become awakened once it’s too late, they want to get another chance, but it’s all over 
Music is being played by the powers that be, neither you nor me, still it’s all that I am, lover.

Hot or frozen-stiff cold are the only ways to be alive, living on Earth, bare skin needs covers 
Pairing up with losers is never suggested unless you’re reverting to writing on cave walls, sirs 
Respect and dignity are not negotiable, do unto others as you’d have them do unto your One
Bygones have been bygones since a Big Bang, Time & Space, now & here, God Damn it’s fun.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

#AndHisMamaCried 
c. Dimanche, IV-XXVI-MMXXVI Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this out the cosmic ovum while jammin’ to @Elvis #LiveAtMSG on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WXIuWx0Juw8?si=rMB6mOPpGCzBaatj } 

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

Soul Down Spirit Up #TracksSmokeBBKing @PINK #PINK

MOON HOLLOW, HOLY CHEESE IS SWISS

You must get up pretty early in the morning to fool me since I wake up about 3-4 AMPST 
Hear the sounds of silence as if that was nothing at all, when it’s infrared/UV light to see
Soul searchin’ in all the wrong places, it makes you forget for a while, world keeps turnin’ 
One day you’re up on top, next day you fall down and bash your face in, a tiny mortal sin.

I was on board and I hope y’all get aboard too, you’ll have to do a bit of soul-searchin’ too 
Nobody gets out alive, and it’s time to find out & realize that the fun you had was all cool 
Bridges burned with the last breath, no tellin’ the survivors whether it’s good, bad, or ugly 
They will find out in due time, you know, as you float above the Earth's surface & bury me.

Fools and martyrs giving their all to the heroes and villains, still they’re all soul-searchin’ 
It’s going around, like the Flu or COVID-19, passing into the ether to the noses tweakin’ 
Disconcerting as it must be to find out that the Truth sayers were all just fabricating lies 
God, so cool down my heart, soul’s slowin’ it all down, like a ghost of my hot hell fires.

You know what I know and I know nothing, that’s all there is to the ontology known 
What is at stake to justify the incredible journey from nowhere but sperm and egg 
It’s easy to figure it all out if you have a minute before your dad met your mom’s leg 
You know what happened then in the next seven decades, searchin’ silver lines.

I have the lead and I’m turnin’ it into gold, being bold, I will transmutate the thing itself 
Turning into what I am, all that I am, everything else matters as it did 'fore true self 
Chopin’s hot air into the reeds and pipes blowin’ out the melody of the angel’s symphony
Hard roads made of jelly rolls and poprocks, tokin’ spiffs, philosophers got the Stone, G!

Enter this hole in the matrix, it’s the ghetto of stray dogs and cats with their mice & rats
Don’t shoot the messenger’s mouth off; he shoots his mouth off all the time, he’s all sick
Visit your skull’s contents, transform the thoughts into feelings, and then obfuscate Time
Space will be mostly imaginary since your vision may be double, but it’s not the rhyme.

Blind faith in the invisible yet highly probable and very likely the Truth, we’re here alone 
There’s no Go above or below this planet, as the astronauts & astronomers, God’s a drone 
Bodies dropping at 32 feet per second, per second as they should, death is life’s destiny 
No matter if you’re in pain or in your sleep, absolutely Void swallowing it all, all about me.

Blisters on your feet and fingers, thanks to repetition and all too human skin, I’ll pierce it 
Part prime time and part empty space, full to show the random collision cause & effect blitz 
Armed and dangerous as all Americans ought to be, we don’t allow the entanglement light 
Fixed number above and below zero, multiply zero times zero and get out of the fist fight.

You know, like I know what stands to reason, out of this world has no reference to language 
Just Void, Nothing at all, synchronize A’s B’s & C’s in separate categories of specific lineage 
Baseball, basketball, football, hockey, racing cars, all done in one way or another UFO craft 
Blood in the water, on the slide, atop the blue water turning yellow-orange into the riff-raff.

Sycophantic one by one, they all came down the stairs to the cellar where the fine wine set 
Its grapes settled into the glass to make the drinker drunk in the not-too-distant future jet 
Dreams let you down, reality can’t match the smoke exactly, it keeps turnin’ into bull scat 
Moments just needs and desires to avoid the Void presence, it sticks to the stank y’all shat.

Bread just grain consecrated by dirt and water and sunlight, keepin’ the life nice & satiated 
Dreams come and go like the trips you take with the minions & their relatives, alive or dead 
Creepin’ into the consciousness of peace & love, there’s extinction & surprise terminations 
Juke box with music of notes A to G, voices and instruments of melody and harmony sins.

Got what I ain’t got, to my love I left alone with a cold body without my invisible soul, I leave 
All that I am, all I ever was from the day I was born until I died in 2051, hundred-year weave 
Writing about it 25 years before the deed’s done, broke in a time warp collapse, snort blow 
Now, I’ll see what’s left of a mystery nobody knew, a secret, one for the road, mi amigo Lido!

How high or low can you go for the limbo pole, fall in and fall down, broken knee for sure 
Fear and loathing for that thing itself, the first mover is paralyzed in a state of chaotic rest 
Doing nothing or doing everything makes you play both ends of the game, stuck middle hit
Womb rumba to an embryo growing from one cell to a dead human, Spring fever. guilty s#it.

 

 by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 4-24-2026 @ 2010 hours PMPST

{ Creepin’ this out while listenin’ to 25th Anniversary Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Concerts

https://youtu.be/C-wx4w-HUkI?si=btyFNNTCd2lTRiwc }Top of FormBottom of Form

#ZippityDooDah #ZippityEh #MyOhMyOhWhatAWonderfulDaze #BestWayToGitUpYourFeetIsToGitUpOffYerArse

VENGEANCE YOU CAN'T ESCAPE,

OH HUNGRY BIRD

Buried underground to hide out of sight from the villains and scoundrels who roam above

Getting into the piles of fecal matter exhaust from the animated bags of sperm & hen egg

That’s Life as we know it, without the garbage and trash, we have no proof of the good life

Am I right or wrong about the whole shebang, regardless of prehistoric or post-Holocaust?

Production from stone & mud evolving into what’s been seen & all that’s been heard in moans

Knowledge and understanding keep the wisdom in power, to survive the predators of S#yte

Not only are there the good, the bad, and the ugly, but also, there’s no life after death of bones

Bleeding blood, sweating bullets until the rounds have all been fired, put us all in the crypt.

How many days and nights each of us is fortunate enough to be gifted, that’s the question

To be or not to be makes no difference after the last breath; it is what it is & what it will be

Language nobody understands while it’s being spoken, but once it’s scratched on a stone wall

Be one or many in Time & Space, about the free choices without alternatives, nothing’s free.

No exception to this rule, outside Earth’s orbit, Nothing matters there either, I'm all imaginary

As if there’s knowledge that the Earth revolves & orbits around a fireball, a million miles away

Dead & gone, even a memory of any of us won’t be recalled unless in recorded encyclo-history

Living burrowing, crawling, walking, running, swimming, flying, what it took, back in the day.

Graduated three or four times to engulf myself, hot wisdom of survival, here & now just for fun

There’s no evidence that this is a proving ground for divinity out of our world; hence, it is done

On another front, on the other hand, the Life we live may be a dream of a dreamer who’s asleep

In a long cat-nap, no way to wake up without being dropped in a cold shower, without a peep.

Suddenly, being wide awake is better than being knocked out in a stupor; I will survive it all

Whether or not anyone survives is not my concern; all too human has a path to follow, a call

Lies will be told like it or not, to discern the Truth is a honed strategy, original sinner’s bitchin’

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Superman ain’t as super as supposed, he’s just all too human.

Now is the time, all good men and good women observe the movie in progress, we’re all faces

Without us, Life has no meaning to the powers we can’t see, assume extinction, that’s all folks

Higher than the center of Earth & lower than the apex of the cosmic soup, stones & rock places

Gods once, gods twice, and the third time’s a charm, watch my lips move, the high on the tokes.

Counting backwards from a hundred is all you need to remember, go start now, down to zero

What you’ll remember once it all goes down is absolute confusion & lack of respect for a hero

Kill the good guys & the bad guys until every guy is extinct, it’s a Darwinian faux pas of a bitch

All we know for certain is that we get cold and hungry & we’re all gonna die before our time.

Dead as a door-nail comes to all of us, the ones left alive and kicking are maggots in the guts

No more recalled memories of the good and bad times are allowed when the oxygen outputs

Alive when you were dead & dead when you were alive, the confusion clears with rigor mortis

Karma & an overlord are the mythology fed to the innocent, blind faith for useful idiots’ bliss.

Honey dripping from every hole in the comb like a rhapsody in blue for the hungry many & few

No way to feel feelings without a body, this is what you’ve got now, you won’t have it forever, so

Bring the best you have to the fight, use your mind and body to defeat the eaters of God’s shyte

Cooking with gas heat, the meal is prepared & I’ve consumed it, so now I’m edified in spite.

Your eminence bows to the powers that be, in humble reverence for the power of the gold bar

Without donations from devoted followers, the heads of the bodies would starve to death afar

Dream comes from nowhere & returns to stardust without recall, why I dream I’m in the movie

I’ll retire, I’ll be in reruns, I’ll be rewarded for a plethora of light & dark words, FUBAR, I see.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Dimanche, 4-19-2026 Anno Domini @ 1446 PMPST

{ Inspired while jammin’ to @Boston #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jw0YNvlFOrI?si=NA-udbvqP897Zpxi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?