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Wednesday, October 14, 2026

THERE'S GOOD ROCKIN' EVERY TIME YOU SHUFFLE YOUR SHOES HE SAID "DADDY'S GARAGE" OMG, NOT A BOY BUT A MAN BELIEVIN' IN A PROMISED LAND OF HOPE & A DREAM @BruceLeeSecretfight #SPRINGSTEENgoodRockin'


I HEARD THE NEWS ABOUT THE GOOD ROCKIN' TONIGHT

There's nothing ahead nor behind all of us or any of us, no matter
In the heartland or on the borders or coasts, all born in the U.S.A.
Talkin' Big Sur across to the Jersey boardwalk, the songs exude
I believed everything I was told must be true because nothing is.

Asking to bite off more than any god mortal body would, angels flee
From the inevitable doom resulting from just being glad you're Live
From the 1st to the last day of waling about the good, bad & ugly zoos
On the borders, or in the heartland, man oh man, you know the blues.

You played some & some played you, knowing or not, those days gone
Never more than distant memories from a certain point, the truth is it
Stopping at the lights to hear the sounds when I wake up & smell coffee
Crazy Janie & Wild Billie doin' what Bruce brings up by route 88, see?

Anyway fast forward to 2026, all night still young under 81, holy God 82
I forgot I just had a birthday when they thought I only have 18 months 2
Meaning some Gamma Knife blows to the head may or may not slow sign
Light and dark, love the life copped out of nowhere, right place, right time.

Hell, heaven above where outside of Earth, astronaughts don't even know
They went out, looked around, stayed out there, looked around, just blow
New or old space trash in orbit needing to be exterminated by the trashing
New machine, medecine for the atmosphere, clean the empty space & sing.

By the by, in and out of my arms, in my own mind and yours, Life skips It
It is the occult, unknown secrets kept away from all unbaptized in holy water
Only you know and I know everything about nothing, there's nothin' to know
Subjects and predicates expressing ideas to whittle down into one Truth slow.

Kissed and still sleepin' and not movin' like I was before the gamma beam
It came down out of nowhere and then it didn't work, nothing' measurin'
The loose lips that sank the ships when they hit the unseen sands of Time
Suspects deviate from the true First Cause of Being, the Good God sublime.

Papa ain't goin' to bed just 'cause it's gettin' late, I got shit to do, got it son?
Before the corpus dillecti gets the best of me, they somewhere lit up a tumor
For an Independence Day between a minute & a year & a half, who knew her
She looks around like she doesn't know I'm referring to her, she's the One.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER XIV, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST
{ Crafted to a Springsteen concert you'll be happy to follow this link to it, click on this here link https://youtu.be/NKoeUMES8Po?si=MCn-sIuBb-54UHt2 }
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Tuesday, October 13, 2026

The Guardians of @FibernacciSequence all about the 1967 Pop Festival in Monterey, California Mamas & Papas LIke A BRICK DUNG SHACK MY HEAD FEELS LIKE A BOMB ABOUT TO BLOW J A C K D A N I E LS (BLACK) R.I.P. @MeadowlarkLemon #Globetrotters #Gimme3Steps @LynyrdSkynyrd

STICK WITH ME UNTIL THE COLD & DAMP FINALE, ONLY THEN IS IT FINIS
ON THE MORNIN' LIGHT, I'M ALSO HARD TO RECOGNIZE,
BEIN' MADE O STEEL & BULETTPROOF, BUT JACK, GOD DIT
FOR THE SIMPLE REASON AND RHYME, THE RIVER FLOWS UP
AND DOWN, AS GRAVITY & CENTRIFUGAL FORCE DEMAND
HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU CAN WITHOUT HAVIN' TO TAKE
CARE OF SNEAKS WHO SNEAK UP FROM BEHIND YA
KRYPTONITE BE DAMED, IT'S ALL ABOUT THE 'BLACK LABEL
AND IT'S NO LIE, DIDN'T BLEED & AIN'T BLACK & BLUE.

BUT ANYWAYS, TODAY IS TODAY, YESTERDAY'S MEMORY IS
GONE LIKE THE WIND BEHIND MY SUPERMAN CAPE
I NEED A SHOT, LET'S GO DOWN TO CHARLY'S & HAVE A TIP
I'M BUYIN' IF YOU'RE DRIVIN', & IF YA GET DRUNK, IT'S TAXI
AND THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL IT ALL BE OK, TUCKED IN BED
WITHOUT A HONEY TO BREAK THE SILENCE, NEXT DAY, IXNAY
FREAKS OR JUST EXACT REPLICAS OF SOME DEAD GRANDDAD
EITHER WAY, WITHOUT THE WOMEN, WE'D BE EXTINCT, YEA?

PERIODS COME & GO, LIKE ANIMALS' GENDERS WITHOUT CAUSE
JUST A MOCKING OF 1ST PALS WHO NEVER GOT THEIR BALLS
GODS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH IT ANY LONGER, I'M WHAT IT IS 
 NOT, BOTTOM LINE, IT'S COMIN' TO END, LIKE OR NOT, AFORE
JACK DANIELS HELPS A BIT WITH THE MEMORY OF THE PLIGHT
BROKEN IN TWO, YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, HARD TO FIGHT
STILL AIN'T BLACK & BLUE, THEM 4 GUYS ARE RUNNIN' AWAY
FOR THE COPS, THEY'VE NEVER GOTTEN WHOOPED LIKE TODAY.

AIN'T MUCH LONGER NO MATTER WHAT DAY IT IS, JUST SHRUG
THE REASON FOR THE RHYME IS RANDOM FORTUNE, YOU EGG
LUCKY YOUR FATHER HAD THE WISDOM & KNOWLEDGE TO END
YOUR MOTHER'S VIRGINITY, IF ANY AT ALL, HYMAN WISE BEND
NOT CASTING ASPERSIONS AT ALL, JUST THE FACTS TO THE MEN
WHO KNOW NOTHING BEFORE THEIR MOTHERS' PAINS, A DOZEN
AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, WE ALL KNOW IT, DEEPER THAN BLUE FELT
FROM THE 7 HOLES IN OUR HEADS & OTHER TWO BELOW BELT.

OF NO VALUE THAT FREEDOM HAS NO VALUE TO THE SLAVE'S ID
DON'T CARE ABOUT LIBERTY, IT'S HARD & COLD, WHAT GOD DID
MADE THE THINGS THEN ABANDONED THINGS, SURPRISED ENDED
IN THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS TO SAY, GOD'S SO SORRY, HE IS
NO LYING TO US ANYWAY, WE'VE JUST GOT EARTH & THAT'S HIS
COLD & DAMP NEW YORK CITY AND CHICAGO TO OL' FUNKY L.A.
YOU KNOW WHERE IT HITS, RIGHT & LEFT, IMPERIAL HIGHWAY.

ANOTHER PERFECT DAY, I LOVE L.A. A RANDY NEWMAN REGARD
ALL THE WEATHER THAT THE EQUATOR WOBBLES FOR, A BALL
KID KNEW IT ALL ALONG, IMPERIAL HWY & SANTA MONICA BLVD
MORE FOR SHOW THAN FOR THE GOOD & BAD TO KNOW, IT ALL
IS IN FRONT OF THE EYES OF THE ONES WHO SEE THINGS BLIND
FOLLOWING YOU LIKE ANGELS BEHIND THE SIGHTLESS TARP
NOT MANY BUT THE FEW SHARP DRESSED MEN WHO DRESS UP
IN TOPS & BOTTOMS TO THE SHOES OR COWBOY BOOTS' KIND.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, Rocktober XIIIth in the year MMXXVI Anno Domini
{ Drafted before the Sacramento & Portland scrap it out, the Kings vs. the Trailblazers will see whose SCOUTS of the NBA made their owners proud to pay the payroll to the PRODUCT! }

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Meadowlark Lemon

Lemon with the Harlem Globetrotters in 1975
Born
Meadow George Lemon III[1]
April 25, 1932
Died
December 27, 2015 (aged 83)
OccupationsBasketball player, actor, minister
Known forThe Harlem Globetrotters
Spouse
Cynthia Lemon
​
(m. 1994⁠–⁠2015)​
Children10

Friday, October 09, 2026

PAGLIACCI'S SPRINGSTEEN SIGNAL A FULL HAIL MARY, JESUS LEFT CHICAGO & JOSEPH IS THE JOJO OF THE MOJO HOLY SPIRIT ROCKIN' GHOSTS YOU'RE MISSING, I CLOSE MY EYES, SEE THE SUNRISE BUT YOU'RE MISSIN'

PAGLIACCI'S PEACHES
QUANTUM PHYSICS - MASTER FREQUENCY SCORE 0 TO 0
center of the universal blueprint
Built by the lowest forms of life, a cell of RNA's source for forms of DNA protocol
In or out of the thing called the main frequency, quantum field is deeply ingrained
In the flow, like a river being sucked into the oceans & sea, the resonance is dead
Unable to avoid the air that gets sucked into my lungs, I can't hold my bad breath.

Wisdom behind the knowledge is silent sound, frequency & wavelength of the One
Insider unknown, heaven has arrived inside the mindfulness found between ears
Safe is broken and the jewels are exposed to the world, invisible to eyes of fears
Calm as the needs are fulfilled and there is nothing left over after the finality, a son.

Holy ghosts merge into the original sin, being the Oneness of Gold, matter atoms
Peaches made into a cosmic pie, the crust of the form is round, sliced for bums
On the ends of the beginning, it's too true to be true, incredible words show skips
Like a scratch on a vinyl Long Playing (LP) record, it repeats ad infinitum, it flips.

Mark this down, there are tricks to the magic, you got a truck, I got a jet, it's logic
Death remains in the distance at the edge of deep Space, divine intel or it's tragic
Nobody gets out of here alive, not even the1st nor the last one to be fooled by me
Words in predication for explanation & final deduction of synchronicity spells to see.

State is both Oneness and the Many, dimensional Time of the Past & Future test
Programs created & destroyed by the robots who know how to rock & roll the best
Cyberspace everywhere, the unknown occult is the whole Truth & nothing but, y'all
Fine or wickedly crooked, the game is chess & it ends in a draw or a mated king.

I know nothing like the German soldier, Sgt Schultz, yet I know it all in quantum tic
Underground in a box or spared the confinement by exploding into smithereens, sic
Pumped heart, jump up and down for the ecstasy, a gospel of John, stranger of lust
Said something in greek or latin, maybe hebrew but all in all, the gist is we're Dust.

Word was God, Word made flesh, a sound, a sight, a feeling of exploding atoms
Leftover from a Big Bang of Everything atomic, before that Bang, it was the hissing
Mixed and sorted into categories only a genius might decipher, the ignorance vets
It's peculiar that you are unknown, hence open your gate of wisdom & all the rest.

Word became flesh & dwelt among us, poor as a hobo in 2027, walkin' on foot
Bears & horses on four legs, only man & monkey with 2 arms & 2 legs, in a boot
It's all about the H2O, only on this Earth mother, old ignorant men laugh at Truth
Look for it & deny when it's here and now, a lamb of God will be dead, forsoothe.

It is you, it is I, all of us, even those who can't fathom the thing itself, we are One
Spirit is the whole shebang, before the Bang, Nothing was all of it, the fix is in
Helter Skelter on steroids and speed, over and over in the whole shebang, son
Get your Spirit in it's original shape and form, it's alright now, baby it's mortal sin.

Dream of a bass guitar, a lead & a rhythm axe, the wind & cymbals packin' .357s
Chances are things will change with or without you being on the planet, probable
Ghosts play guitars with teeth, tweekin' the E's, F's, G's, B's & A's of the D's notes
There's a pit in the peach, nobody knows it's the RNA of the fruit, it flies & floats.

From underneath the dirt, the burnt-out ash of the Big Bang's result, it's what I am
What you are, I don't know, probable figment of an overactive, divinity's imagination
Come on to me, meaning you want to have discourse or intercourse, all happy ends
To the mama & papa who still surf the SoCal waves in Malibu, give it up, my friends.

Pretend that reality is your presence on planet Earth, out nothing you came, I bet
Fresh egg & flagellate, punched you in the face, broke your nose, you ain't dead yet
From a field of dreams into a real thing, a oneness of existence, apes' form all them
Brought all you had, it's all expended & the wheel revolves still off of a chrome hem.

Streaming on the picture tube, electronics & dynamic monopolies have no origins
Women and the men they made from their holy wombs, some lived, all died in skin
Burnt into ash or buried with an empty corpse underground, all are invisible & holy
All you are, all that I am, fill the void with the winter, summer, autumn & The Fall.

Darker than black in a period, a dot on the matrix, a ghosted chimera finds a signal
It shines & looks like a blinding light out of nowhere, it sounds like silence too, Pal
Regardless of your personal opinion, subjective and objective in predication, in fear
A finale fit for a queen & king of an equation, that Energy equals, squaring matter.

Once, a sound came out of nowhere, get on the bed, I'll whip your ass, la little Kidd
The things themselves should never have become all that there is on Earth, I did
Better off dead but not if you'll be eaten by the carnivores, only by the planet's play
Loathing the Freedom, meaning it's business as usual, live & die in the city of L.A.

I shouldn't let one or many suck your soul dry, you die if it happens to you, die free
No payment of soul's actions while alive, just absence of light, Time & Space bongo
Down under or above and beyond, a zillion parsecs devoid of atoms, tragic comedy
Seriously, amigas & amigos who roamed before our conceptions, much to be, see?
by
r j j  stephan, i
c. Samadhi, ROCKTOBER Xth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Chipped this out of the sandTrap while jammin' to #BackToTheGoodOlDays by @BigSMO link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=bxn9glXrD90NkBJt & @CoreyCrowder on youTube link @  & @MontgomeryGentry #SheCoudn'tChangeMe @ https://youtu.be/W3_jbjrCJSM?si=jwlFZaFuX5q9BUqx }
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