TWENTY SEVEN READS, 27 NOSE BLEEDS, GIRLS PLAY BLUES PURPLE STRATOCASTERS #StiffTheFans #ChargeThemDouble #PUSHERMAN @DanielleNicole @DarylsHousing

SHE GOT DROPPED BY AN IDEOLOGIST

I, y’all were aborted in utero, and I didn’t have a voice to protest and get any justice done

I had a divine right to live, right violated by the gays & lesbians seeking species extinction

It’s their prerogative, yet they’re free to roam the world; they’ll be committing mortal sins

Time moments imagine there is Space between everything; it’s an illusory gift, ala no Spin.

Pioneers movin’ upwind from the stench of refused, recyclable scat humanity excretes all

Nothing remains from the 24/7 ingestion of the dead plants and animal meat digestion pall

Bearing the good, the bad and the ugly all in one set of 208 bones, a form appears ape-like

I never knew why I love to be a pirate on Halloween, apparently, I’ve reincarnated One soul.

Decisions based on deductions from incredible premises, which are at best blinded by light

Reasons that sometimes there’s a rhyme & rhythm to the reason, sometimes, often it chills

Although you’ve earned the rights and have the obligations to fight for your inherited liberty

Some of the anchor babies don’t like the rules of hard work, savings & paying a piper’s bills.

The high bounty on the possession of the spirit inside & outside of your body, stay in control

If you lose it, you’ll lose the liberty, the freedom to roam about on our ground of being whole

Nowhere else to go, ask astronauts, cosmonauts & the dead who used to be souls at-oned

Can’t always get what you want, neither necessary nor sufficient, expect it never, dear son.

Capacity for the Time spent in Space, sharing with the minions who live just to forever die

Through no fault of anyone’s intent, either good, bad or uglier evil remains the source of pi

It’s 3.14 divided by itself & is the silent hiss that remains, being absolutely nothing but zero

Coming around to the blind faith behind star-solar-sun revolution of atomic electron blow.

Grim reaper at your rear-end, regardless of whether you like it or not, it’s a fact, young Jacks

Praise imaginary creations & creating life’s fake-fact that it’s divine intentions of some One

High regards for Blackness all around the Earth and the unseen, egregious pawns in packs

Minimum of queens and kings upon a figure head, spied on by rooks, knights & bishoprics.

By and by, the byways’ & means’ committees ruptured by a pending rapture of holy souls

Doom unless you’re a carnivore hunter, what’ll you eat that’s living or dead meat? Nothing

Eating dead things that used to be alive and either rise from a seed out of the ground’s face

Or a miraculous, spontaneously animated genome gets created, at random in deep Space.

It’s not gonna get any better than being born with the reward of good karma from way back

Whomever you were, whatever you did has been the history of this world, all on #Substack

What could or should have been the case in the history of this world is over and done, Om

Nothing binary, just the only one that matters, the ego, id & super ego you’re inherited, son.

Should’ve been the naughty daughters, but according to the ancients, it’s always the boys

Learned how to be selfish and not selfless from the caves and jungles, what else were toys?

From dirt & stone, skyscraping towers built to stop an urban spread out, the Tower of a Nero

OK to do that, being mortals as we are, we’ll make sure it all drops back to holy ground zero.

Hard as your head’s skull or as soft as your best girl’s skin, either way it’s all gonna be AOK

In my own way, I kid you not, whether you signed up for this or it’s an assignment ala gods

Follow the bouncing balls boundaries between the tundra and the swamplands anywhere

Blues comes out of the strings and the chords because it’s childbirth to post mortem faire.

All tuned up for the melody to be repeated & never forgotten nor transfigured into a chimera

No way it’ll ever appear without the linguistic preservation, all will return to the cosmic dust

As if you’ve gone over to the dark side & returned to high lights with no torso tattoo scratch

Fill the fools full of free food and losers’ misery, it’s easy to hook the fish, savior’s wild pitch.

All ears know what they’ve heard, all translations verbatim from a horse’s mouth, live evils

Alright, forward or backwards, just letters, vowels, and consonants, sentence of the Villes

City of ruins or metropolitan skylines, only King Kong could climb & tumble down, certainly

Lakes leftover from flood’s deep pit, rivers all run through it, peak volcanoes to a dead sea.

Beer for our horses in front of the livery stable, my old boots need to give my feet a solid

If you know then you know, you know exactly what I mean by the non-sequitur rock mold

Fight about anything means you’ve got no legs to stand on, you can’t hold your ground too

You’ll see the Truth, sometimes you gotta whoop a man’s arse, can’t let all the BS fly fool.

Nobody can return to the past that’s already gone, water under the bridge, can’t step in It

Though the same river moves from one space to another, you’ll never catch the same twice

Truth be told by Heraclitus while staring at a river flowing, realizing All life was just a scam

Whether a sinner, a saint or the savior who sacrifices freedom for payment of justice’s ham.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Knocked this out of the crypt while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOlDays @BigSmo &

@CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=s_ASAv9SbqGd_BN8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Knocked this out of the crypt while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOlDays @BigSmo

@CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=s_ASAv9SbqGd_BN8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

WOOF

#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.

SR-72 MARCHING PAST THE IDES OF MARCH - ET TU BRUTE? ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, @PabloPicasso #StoneBlueRockNRoll #BBKing #SlowHand #Devadip #Springsteen #ZZTop @Santana

BLACK LIGHTS’ DARKNESS 

Now and then, you’ll be honored by a pass from being the food on the table to the elevated bread-winner
You know who is and who ain’t the one to depend on as it comes down to the bottom-line image sputter
Only the privileged and honored know what it’s like when it’s time to kill for food or die being another meal
For the good, the bad & the ugly, it’s all we’ve got, I am one, not above the fray, below the sewer’s gold seal.

Wonder silently or aloud, you’re lucky to have gotten a single huff of this air the gods smelled before The End
Tried your best, all good enough for a hundred-year run, a bit more or less, you’ll know when you know I offend
Just because you thought you were so pretty, so smart, hotter than the hottest potato on the block’s sack of grit
Run the dozens, oh so outrageous, let me digress to the tube of you, I’ll run stax-o-wax up on the in-country DMZ.

Guns with rounds of bullets goin’ from steel to blood and bone, battle battalions of disagreements who lost it
Last breath comin’ out of the many dead men, we hear them all breathe in and breathe out, black belts spilt
Journey to the stars with rock and roll guitars, I liked to rock inside and out before the rocks turned harder, so
I’m the original OG rock, not the Kid Rock; nobody is The Kid, carry the load on your back until it breaks in two.

Fight less than the losers who lie down with dogs; they want goats, they want the shepherds to double back
Like the old ZZ Top song, y’all gotta double back again, ad infinitum, unless you want to get lost in a haystack
Beating the timing, that’s everything, 5150 always pretended to be, illegitimate children, good enough to eat
Appetites come and go, there’s no telling why, it’s the nature of the beast, all fun & games, let me be. treat.

Blacks and whites painting the picture, no color from purple ultraviolet to infrared low wavelength, it’s 5150
Again, place in Time is around the center of your conscious ego; it’s going to break your stride in a salty sea
God’s blessing, I, something is coming you’ll see for the sake of the schemers & dreamers underneath the pit
Nearly set on fire, Ohio Blue Tips in a box, ready to burn Chicago down again, west side to south side’s chit.

Artistic one year and dissolved like salt in water the next century, millennia forward or backward, death mode
It’s so hot, you can’t handle it all in your hands, nowhere in your presence may you ever touch the heat’s burn
Violated Law of Cause & Effect & Thermodynamics will precede the extinction of all living species here, so soon
Categorical displacement of Substance & Form that molecular structures formulate in dot-dashed Morse code.

Games with rules, everything else is broken outside of the games, either you play by play, or you are all caput
Feeling head to toe, health & the lack of it, periodically to heal before the next damage seeks to find an input
All is a deep well behind a vaulted, lead door without a lock or key; it opens only if magic thus spake, says me
Clocks created to tick away Time’s Presence, as quickly as possible, recover dead souls among us that can’t be.

Updated the outdated, fresh out of time, no air left for any of us to gasp, don’t smoke, don’t inhale cosmic dust
Down the well with me, where the light disappears from your holy body you’ll never survive without the iron rust
League balls, pitched, caught, hit, thrown out of the game before the 1st inning was at the bottom, I am an ex-con
Convicted of a crime I never committed, I took a fall for my brothers & sisters, I saved them from evil bogeymen.

On or off the border with the oceans of wet gas, H2O in empty Space surrounded and infused, Hades’ apple cider
Satiated one bite after the other, metabolizing the protein and enhancing condiments to highlight the scent of her
Cooking in a kitchen or at a BBQ spit, it all comes down to this: we grow, kill it and eat it before being rear-ended
That’s life, and in between we fill it full of fun & anti-climactic bull scat, disguised as an a priori Truth; I’m offended.

Punishment for the crimes will be recompense for the loss of the victims’ personal space, dwindling by tick tock
An eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth are the recommended measures of Karma meted out by the muck and mire
Thrown up death that can’t be digested in the excretory manner, think it out to the ultimate penultimate in a crock
Slippery slope disguised to persuade the Good & the Bad, that the Ugly is the stoker of the hottest sparks of Fire.

Dissolving like the witch in the Wizard of Oz, it’s all about the water, and if you can’t manage the Truth, dive deeper
Fly the flags to warn all that approach, if you want to die, y’all shake up the hive a bit; it’ll make your entire day, sir
You actually don’t know what you believe you know, no way you can prove that anything at all is true, and I doubt it
Seen, heard, smelled, touched, tasted & absorbed into a soul, that’s Life, it’s what people say, it is done, complete.

by

r j j stephan, i

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

c. Mercredi, 3-25-2026 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

WHO’S THAT CHICK?

{ SQUISHED out of my #cyberloins gone amok while jammin’ to @Santana #WavesOfTheSpirit  Latino Blues Rock Guitar (spiritual sunset) link on YouTube @ https://youtu.be/EdHCv4X8ME8?si=O937kFKFQHaPZkoX }