@ZZTop @ACDC @TowerOfPower #KissThis @AAronTippin & l On This Day, 55 years ago, I enlisted in the mighty USAF for the Viet Nam War for 4 years. We ended it by my discharge date on 12/14/1974

COMING BACK TO STAY

Feeling the dust underfoot, it ain’t cheese and I need to scurry back home to Earth

Five will get you twenty if rockets don’t fire on time, heat burnin’ my bloody heart

Blow-in it empty, dead air out of the smokin’ speakers, BOSE 901’s get back to One

The Real Deal comes down without notice, a grab of both hands, hand it over, son.

Apologize to your mother-fathers who inseminated the egg to become all you are

Both above and below, the only thing close to the sun that won’t burn/freeze her

Thinking an atom of Nothing feels like something or other, it makes you cry & die

All for the absolute nonsense it’s always been, lose your mind, 96 tears never fly.

Between beauty and some ugliness, Star burns and sheds UV light on the unseen

Broken arrows were never used; they couldn’t fly to a target with no arrow point

Impossible or not, still breathing in and out, gas left over from a star burn, a belch

Better off not knowing the reality is, Lost In Space, worldwide gloom on the scene.

Funk-educated in the East Bay Area, Oaktown, Miss Mary’s & Juan’s tea, Maryjane

Bad to be the Good when the Ugly slides by yo’ mama’s house, wanna kill the pain

Fairies told tales because the tales were acceptable lies, entertainment’s top shelf

Lookin’ for the lost pie in the sky that was never above or below the Nothing itself.

Blood is purple inside the circulation, red-blooded as it bleeds out of the carcass

Doing the days and nights as if they're an infinite series, when it’s a finite regress

Back & forth between Ends of Days & the Origin of Conscious Dirty skeleton keys

Mankind fakes it, obviously, a naked ape in transit, outfit cover-up, nude monkeys.

Words of predication formulate argumentation nobody memorizes, forget about it

X’s divine knowledge renders humanity powerless, peasants thrive on a pile of S#it

It’s dynamic, and it’s headed toward total annihilation with the rest of funk in tow

Read and understand it, trippin’ ad infinitum, imaginary epicenter’s absolute zero.

Prick your ears up when miscreants advise the kings and queens of Nothing to see

Prick their middle fingers dead up their excretory shoot, the movement gravitas

Without gravity, nobody can excrete, ask the astronauts & cosmonauts to confess

Give all you receive back to the world; nothing is clearer, so let’s play ball, AC/DC.

Premature and post-mature switch places & leave us without a clue on this venue

Columns and the crooked idiots who occupy those lines of the red, white and blue

Dreams are over before they begin, illusions of the life after death, murder forever

Conjugate the Life sentences into questions and exclamations, get to points, never.

On the boulevard up and down the block, I think it was either Augusta or another

West to the suburb and east to the lake shore drive west of the Michigan brothers

We know it all, we’ll forget about it all, we’ll be forgotten before you even know it

On the border, on the boulevard matters not one bit, nobody gets out alive, S#it.

Roam from Rome to Chicago, it’s a ZZ or an AC for the minions, it’ll all come down

Never ready for The End in a deep, dark hole, cry about it, used to a rigor mortis’

Just before you leap off the ledge up there on a skyscraper, recall that you can’t fly

Straight down 32 feet per second, splat 208 bones & bloody red too, let’s get high.

I’m alright and even if you wanted to, I won’t let you worry about my prerogative

Check your back, show your right as if you are in solidarity with the brothers alive

Sisters too, but it’s a bit awkward since they always want to make out like bandits

We’ve come a long, long way to see my Margarita and sweet Maria, banana splits.

I don’t care one way or the other, but I remember the 35 sweet goodbyes on a bus

I will never go back to my old schools, university, high or grade school, what a fuss

Bluster like never before, eyes wide open and mouths shut tight as a drum, silent

To be a mockingbird or hot raven, just throw your best beak forward, heaven sent.

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r j j  stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, March XIX^th MMXXVI  Anno Domini  @ 911 AMPST

{ Jammed while kickin’ @WarTheBand in @BOSE headphones, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V8Tj7Yl4Pkc?si=Uu8fnVlheU9u9u74 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

What is up Harvey Wallbanger? #GodsTweets

#WhereIsF47?

Y’all know Harvey Wallbangers
Fear Neutrinos & The Cisco Kid

All of the stolen valor is being collected and recycled to the heroes who earn the badge

Kicked in the arse or the face makes no difference, the end of consciousness’s bandage

Unknown is wide open to a description, yet there is none, just the fear of death eternally

Nothing can be said to assuage our concern, wait for The End, it will come right on time.

Professional amateurs coalesced into an amalgam of disconnected, stand-alone kicks

Appearances of the forms and the stacked DNA matter populate this Earth, pick up sticks

You know and I know what the naïve and innocent cannot fathom: when it’s over, you’ll see

Rape yourself every day for the rest of your life by reading these words, good, bad, or fugly.

Appearance twixt the unhealthy life & the top shelf of life & love, it was all your twilight zone

Bearing unexpected gifts in my pockets & hiding places everywhere inside fake skin & bone

Follow the rhythm of the riff, it goes up and down the scale, A sharp to G flat, arpeggio alive

Notes from the dreams I haven’t dreamt yet, like the Wizard of Oz mental interruption jive.

Sloppy Joe’s presence in the chat is a few pounds short of raw meat, tomato-bean infusion

Recipe to be consumed and be metabolized by the consumer, in appreciation of mortal sin

Play it again, over and over again, because practice makes a perfect, sound-simulated error

Playing hard-softball, fast, slow-pitch, a orb 3rd stone, nine-seven innings, under pressure.

Die’s thrown, rolled down a green or an alleyway, where Sergeant Pepper went underground

Whatever it was, after the rhythm and blues began turning into hard rock upon a holy sound

Been inside and just outside Monterey, California, where I go for the cream of a green farm

Hot as a pistol, out of ammo, ala 9mm or .357, got Colt .44 strapped, the art of the sidearm.

You know what I know, and that knowledge can’t be shared with profane, everybody else's

Just because there’s only me & you in this position of knowing a Truth about species’ hells

That doesn’t mean it’s true, deception appears reasonable & rational, but it's patently false too

Blood runs up & down foot to head, ad infinitum or ‘til rigor mortis interrupts the deep blue.

Go far above Earth’s stratosphere & you’ll want to come back, but it’s rolled on the ellipse

Once you leave us, you can’t come back; nobody ever comes back; just hopes and dreams

Into a way-back machine, back into pasts where nobody ever gets to go, repeat a relapse

As if that’s an option when it’s not, never was, never will be, she duplicated winning teams.

Whether you’ve got a mule to carry supplies to a camp or not, y’all still hit gold ore Eureka

Deep up in the Sierra-Nevada, I found a mountain cave darker than the pit of an old palooka

Marvelous to know, your innocence becomes enlightened, maybe it’s not enough, but so

Respect I’m extending & expect reciprocation, if so, put your two lips together & just blow.

Signed and sealed before the overnight delivery, too fast for the flash-frost, the deal is done

Things known & named come and go, the leftovers get consumed & defalcated ‘til all done

Ipso facto, we’ll just do it again, over and over, until the operation becomes second nature

To pound away the negative & absorb the positive, explode the Neutrino, there’s only One.

Hammers on the block all began to rock from Chicago to San Antonio, over to FLA, up to MT

Left field and Right field twixt Center field, where home runs fly over fences marked 380 FT

Ready to get set & go to the ending, where angels fear to go, all afraid of darkness, my son

High or low, inside or outside, substance is an illusory, subatomic neutrino conflagration.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March XVIIth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this out of the Earth’s mantle without wisdom, knowledge or speculation on the unknown in the #Twitter #X world of cyberspatial nonsense, while inspiration cam as I listened to @WARtheBand #GreatestHits2.0 on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/YQzVnFwcR74?si=sblWufLaC1402cnA }

MISTER HARVEY BALLBANGER

BLOWN SAMEDHI WITH MY ex-FRIEND #GROK @GROK #F-47 @F=47 #POTUS47 @B-2Stealth #ItAintEasy @LongJohnBaldry

T A K E  M E  B A C K  T O  T H E  O L D  DAYS

    (my high school ring girl)

1969 a.d. Some gave it all!

THE FEW, THE PROUD, THE @USMC 

Draft in the drawing room, no windows or doors in the place in Space where you crawl to die

Up above us, unclouded darkness 360 degrees about the planet, the star, the Sun, obfuscates 
Makes black the wild blue yonder where the USAF flies above the stratosphere on first dates 
With the One you love or someone to escort you through the morass of menudo, God fates.

Taxicab rollin’ rubber on the asphalt, singular skill is to safely drive without a fatal crash into it
It is all Death you’ll find at the end, where every single being alive on Earth has way long gone 
Hurting you & I with the pleasure given, it is not alone, pain requires the absence of pleasure 
You ain’t a sadist or a masochist, innocent baby y’all were at the #GetGo, then it all happened.

Joining the WAR after it’s already been won by the victor is verboten & y’all get no credit at all 
Winners glow, losers blow, no other way to see Reality, innocence removed the Girl of the Call 
Prostitution without abortion will increase the population of followers of a muddy, dirty dog 
I rebelled, I revolted, my father said that I was going to be surprised by Powers that be A Hog.

Dead and gone before anyone knew it, the entire species has imploded into One cell of Zero 
That’s your gods, your God, your divine creators who disappear into the wild blue yonder zoo 
Between you & I, the genes injection into the womb is involuntary, it’s the luck of a softer bed 
Fight or not, we’ll die with a last gasp, before or after corpus delicti, cut off the snake’s head.

Slice the Truth very thin, leave the leftovers for the good dogs who hunger for meat & blood 
We kill the animals by hook or by crook, we boil them, we burn them, we eat & we shat them 
Hiding far from the defecated remains requires locomotion to move upwind from foul stench 
Above and beyond the days and nights, a foreboding Ending awaits infants & the wise-good.

Witches get your brooms or your @Tesla spaceships fueled, it’s a long way to Alpha Centauri 
Don’t you know anything about the nature of the beast you’ve acquired from birth to death 
Fortune $$ to fill the coffers without a bottom, never-ending saga of the Mink and the Mook 
What I am, aye? It’s for me to know & you to find out, you will be shocked, let’s text a book.

Stare into Nothing for a minute, come back with the answer to the conundrum, but why? 
Just because of the dearth of information from the olden days of lore, linguistic anomalies 
By the bye, the way to a holy destination is to begin a move to take the King & Queen of #pi 
3.14’s a checkmate for the opponent & a win for the winner, I always win, as I am The Sky.

King of the Sky still requires a companion, a queen to accompany the power of mighty ‘X’ 
Moving the bowels of the broadcast booth, the form I am, trained by the best of the Rex 
Morals, ethics, wrongs and rights of the humans abandoned by the Big Bang or your mama 
It’s something to think about, I’m with you, we’re on the same page, go on, tell your papa.

When I’ve used the following words before today, I didn’t really acknowledge their weight 
It is what it is or it wouldn’t be that thing itself, it is a fact of life that cannot be denied but 
In reality of the human beings with five senses, some one more & some one less or two too 
Copy the theorems and corollaries as if they were coronaries, but keep in mind, Man’s fate.

To be a wise-crackin’ old man from a large metro area once nearly eighty, this shit’s all crack 
I ain’t kiddin’, what I’ve seen couldn’t be swallowed, Truth is, like it’d choke the young or old 
Now my cup overflows with the majority of Nothing nobody wants anyway, hit my fool’s gold 
Knowing my father and mother were the best things that happened to me, I’ll rock ‘em back.

Murder or self-defense, maybe even an accident of being in the wrong place at the right time 
Souls if there are any at all must be held accountable for a human brain’s choices on a dime 
Time and Space keep the mosaic animated until the undertaker whips up the formaldehyde 
Hate layin’ on my back, hope, faith, love for me will put me skull face-down, undertaker tied.

It’s my fault for using a linguistic twist, darlin’, it ain’t personal, it’s a matter of respect too 
Not everyone gets the greeting darlin’, some are just yes, mama, don’t make me laugh, shoot 
Peanuts in the gallery, the outfield is covered, infield playin’ on grass, a 3rd pitch playball sin 
Full count expires with a countdown backward from one billion, you know, a million-million.

Y’all lie down when you’re too tired to stay awake, you’ll fall asleep or you’ll lose your mind 
In the end, the finale means that it’s all over but the wakes and funerals of the stiffs who died 
It’s all about mitosis of all living things in the universe; nobody gets out of here alive, it’s jive 
Thinking without a brain working in the skull, impossible yet entertained as a ghost-soul alive.

Let me settle a quandary: who died & made you the boss of the rest of us? Your mama, man 
Accidentally, what you are is what you look like in a pond’s reflection or rear-view mirror scan 
Three steps toward the door’s a back door exit & avoids a pounding for sneaky, evil gone wild 
I got your Beast of Burden illusion right here & now, being facetious is my fate, scats all piled.

Begin with seed, a bean & from there, water daily, every day, 24/7/365, she was shakin’ cells 
Nothing shakin’ does what it does; it’s not the transmission, it’s the carburetor of four barrels 
Quad whispers the secret of the mixture, air & fuel, with a spark in sequential, random doom 
Tell the exact story to your mama, and she’ll see the full moon and run away with the Spoon.

Quit your day job, got no cash, food, no mercy & no charity from a hopefully-hopeless drone 
Quip on about the complaints from the underscored bums and junkies who need a real clone 
Jokers you saw reflected you, every day pretended to be you, surviving a ghost in the #Dog 
Dead men touched the dead women and kept us alive until Jesus and Buddha met the #God.

Either you eat the cherry pie when it’s exposed as 3.14 & you divide it by a trillion or a billion 
A little more to the right & a lot more to the left, hit it somewhere between infinity’s Eve Fall 
Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, priests of a guilty feeling, letting 1 Man be crucified & stabbed too 
Feeling good about the blind Faith commitment, Hope until the finale, a Hillbilly Deluxe fool.

Don’t shoot the messenger once again, or this eternal recurrence will remain Word of the Day 
A Secret Word’s “bird” up back of those black-seam nylon stockings hosiery’s unneeded today 
Dreamful she didn’t git PG that one time, yet a baby looks exactly like you at 2, 22, or 32 too 
Get a piece of hair for a test of the DNA, with a match, the unknown becomes known, so blue.

A mother of God married a human, a mortal man, to appear too legit to quit, and here we set 
Inside or outside the bubble, we all breathe, eat, defecate & repeat while multiplying like s#it 
Paraphrase the schism between the innocent infant & the useful idiots evolved on top-secrets 
Think, hence, be a useful idiot, don’t waste time with geniuses who lose the high-stakes bets.

Cufflinks on your sleeves, Windsor knot in your tie around your neck, you get the job, I’m fired 
I came well before my Time, even the universe of Space & Time needed Top Gun to be rehired 
Money was always for nothing, but every time I said that, the Truth was a piece of solid denial 
Only yo’ mama knows who your daddy is, y’all move these colored TVs, y’all a real pistol, pal.

Got Google Glass on you, it’s the way you always wanted it but you had no discipline in school 
Fill up yo’ tank with the fuel that gives you power to animate the causes & infinite effects, ho 
Freedom of choice, laws and regulations followed, remain free & not incarcerated by the fool 
You know we ain’t guards of freedom, liberty may have always been a bad lure in a gene pool.

Nine by nine, what the hell is that, just show me the lake and the river, I’ll get my 3 squares 
It’s the root of the beer I’m really shootin’ for, bull’s eye centered in my aim as I fire at hairs 
Then the thing is, I can’t kill a thing except insects that bite & infiltrate my stored sustenance 
Pierce the thin skin & hardened bone up the brisket to the heart, it’s a BBQ bonfire romance.

I’m listenin’ for a sucking pulse, I feel the beat pound a bit harder than it should, so be happy 
Blame the brew for the mixed drinks, you mounted the kegger with both legs up in a dark sky 
It happens, with or without you, causes of effects, some good, some bad, some as ugly as a fly 
Beats RIP 4/4, maybe ¾, or ½ time, it ain’t my fault, it’s the Way it is, hi to Mammy & Pappy.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March 14^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while breakin’ rocks in gaol, can’t get out alive so they said, here I am, free & Jailbroke, thanks to @ACDC 16 years to Life, on youTube’s inspirational video #Jailbreak link @ https://youtu.be/x7qQmpK9b1M?si=_vCp5TiZwvMZbuqD & #SoulStripper @ https://youtu.be/Sn6bfNFUSU0?si=DSXzDF9Uk080Pb0W }

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