#ThreeStooges #BoweryBoys #BugsBunny #PorkyPig #MyBabysitters 1950's

CANDY EQUATION'S UNSOLVED 'X', AN ABSOLUTE, SINGULARITY OUT OF HAND

Forever and one more day, just one more than the one that's already a given on a rock & roll

Chip off of the old block, my pops was a teenage navy vet from WWII, I'm an ex-con pothead

Paid my debt to society that didn't give a hoot about me until I tried to skirt the outlaws' hole

Tried to get in and out before the trail was laid down for the bloodhound trackers just ahead.

What is the code of the language scribbled on the blackboard, is there order to the fake chaos

Appearances can be deceiving and sometimes you don't have the essence in sight, aim at us

You know this is where it's all at down here above the Mason-Dixon line, one arpeggio away

We all seem to retain some pre-muscle memory from our seed, microscopic piece of a baby.

August and July come once every year, named for the two Roman Caesars of olden days dicky

Seems as though they've succeeded at remaining steadfast in their intention to rob the cradle

While that baby is rockin' & rollin' it ain't being a pain in mother's and father's rib cage rattle

Within no error of distance, figures calculate bristles on a hair brush, gotta utilize the trickery.

Hillbillies and the uppercrust elite have children via the same method, blue and black of blight

An epidemic from a laboratory rat who scurried into a freighter headed for China or ourselves

I'm rollin' with or without the silver bullets, I used 'em all yesterday in a fire fight, my F4 flight

I action for the stash of cash, high performing punks in the hood and above the top shelves.

Steppin' off into the parental discretion for rhymes that rope you into the loser to tempt fate

Funky or in the dirt, the dicks move in and out creating the raps and the vibes of monkey hate

To smoke it ya gotta roll it, light it or make a brownie cake, hell I'm the one & only holy chunk

Streets criss crossed, sidearms with an attitude, lit up the black holes, slitherin' in dope funk.

A boatload of foreign-speaking, babbling humanity, landed there in error, inebriated, drunken

Fast forward centuries & here & now we're in 2021 after a divine God was DNA cloned human

From a virgin and a carpenter came the humane movement, to know why a humanitarian can

Pretend all's well, speeding in circles as do punks playin' ball, wobbling vibes all slam dunkin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted this TETRAGRAMMATON gem while listenin' to 3 hours of #ThreeStooges epic slapstick link @ https://youtu.be/R43TUqp2q8g }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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#TopShelf #Trademark #InTheHouseOfRichie #ShitzInTheBack #HighAndMightyEnds @NWA @EMINEM @BrooksAndDunne #ForTheRecord #StepUpToTheMike

#I GOT WOKE WITH A CRAMP IN ME HEART, THERE'S NO "I" IN MY EYE

Blackberry juice ran down my T-shirt, pure bleached white with purple drip-dot spatter

Still a teenager in my mind, it's a state of the psyche claim to the ego, I ain't no keeper

It's the loss of the first and the last ones who cared to kiss my lips to find their hero, me

I came and went in the instant I could give up to the world, before I had to go to be free.

Ape like I was supposed to be and an angelic cherubim soul without an original err of my sin

Hairless, modest as a an infant or a clothes stripper, giving the dance of a moonlit werewolf

In particular and in general, there's nobody but me in charge of my spark within, a real given

Gift from the place in Space that houses the First Cause's occult spell over my conscious self.

Innocent raising, middle of the asphalt jungle, contents digested with a Black Jack #9 wreck

Dodge 383 @SuperBee on the way to pick up honey for the first & last date, deep cut deck

Hide out before the big cover-up becomes a known fact & a soon to be a forgotten memory

No need or any desire at all to be seen as a high achieving philosopher, whiter than ol' glory!

What the future holds other than the raven bird gettin' choked by the blue-nailed thing, a mano

Life heretofore may or may not be the same without me, hence, one thing's absolutely certain

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone, just wait until that day, the dawn will come the day after

@SlimShady came & went post-Marshall revolution apex, nest egg hatched the Ends, Life's fear.

Born not once or twice but multiple times, reincarnated staphylococcus infection, evolved too

Now invincible and immune to any drugs and all human and non-human disease, DNA is evolved

Inside of the cells, alive as DNA acid does it's mutating ritual of modification and recombination

A soul's mind, inside there & outside here, trusts the Science of assumption, conundrum is in.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 6-26-2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' #WithoutMe by @MM @Eminem  https://youtu.be/ZbytR2avo-0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GiantRatOfSumatra #FiresignTheater #ThatsTheWayLoveIsBaby #BitchWillTakeTheAppleAgain - #ForkedTongueOfScratch #Lookaway @MarvinGaye @ChicagoTheBand @StarTrekVIIIFirstContact

BOREDOM'S BEDROOM AWAITS A BUM'S TALES, A BLOODY SAILOR'S MYSTERY
You have the look and when you're not blinded by the light, disappearances are It, everything
Not the only thing because there's something else that really isn't anything at all, it's nothing
Apes backward and forward in the march of atomic shatter from the Big Bang or the wild blue
In through the out door and having the double-double animal style, a shake, fries & more too.

Stacked from zero to infinity & back to the origin where even Popeye doesn't ever get to roam
Noted and now for the rest of the story that's a fictional account of thought causing this tome
Book of words regarding Ends of the other things themselves, subjected to a predication scoot
Exterminated nature of the beast and the unknown, ticket to paradise's last breath, then caput.

Appearances may be exactly what they look like, that matter in that form, a scent & good taste
One way or another the birds & the bees get the job done & so does the human nuclear waste
This Earth will be the origin of the recognition of a Black Hole's Big Bang, Singularity of Adam
Not only blessed with good fortune but also the only reason I'm the dreamer's sun, so Sam I am.

Throwing up the suppers and dinners to throw down with the enemies of the state of being us
Every baby born to every woman & man alive or not, all are a product of Earth's extinction bus
An evolutionary adaption to being atomic fission and fusion in retrograde to a black hole of soul
On the abstract line from a moment, this present to the infinite end of Time & Space, drum roll.

Staring out at the waterline, everything is clear, everything alive is covered up except sails high
Up & down the coast, in & out of islands, traveling on soft water 'cause the ground's too hard
Trippin' to the movement of tides and the glide of the wind blowin' north by southwest, to sea
For the last time, land is seen for the last time you blink & see angels, gods, dead loves, all Free.

Humane solution to fear of being dead while you're still alive, fretting test diagnoses gone down
Nothing really matters just like it never has before or after our conceptions, be happy, I'll frown
You find this completely incredible and impossible while I entertain the notion as Truth, a solid
A gas and a liquid are the only other things themselves other than anti-matter of the rock druid.

As above skies of blue, blackness is everywhere else surrounding us all, it's here or doom soon
We sent probes to prove the uncertainty principle's truth, that Nothing is Everything in a room
That has limits called the unknown and infinities called the gods, players of cosmic chess moves
Dreams to come and go like drifting sailboats in the Devil's Triangle, what boat sinks in coves?

Manikins & their ventriloquists who dress & undress their smooth plastic limbs, signal mama
She comes alone to prove that existence is futile, a repetition of things ad infinitum, it's karma
Reason for Doom & Gloom is the breaking of the First Cause's Law, war with Evil ape-monkeys
Good humans live & die but why, Life's to die for, says so in blacker, magical fortune cookies.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, June 25th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted watchin' & listenin' to #StarTrekVIII:First Contact link @ https://youtu.be/5Eg1jBJ10VI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#RattlesnakeBarRoad & my two steppin' barefootin' out of the decade! @Santana @LosLonelyBoys #ForkedTongue #LiarLiarPantsWereOnFireAfterall @ELVIS @BigSmo @Steppenwulf @EricChurch

MIRACLE MILES & THE INNOCENT ON THE DARK SIDE OF CAPITOL & E STREET

Pigs were always in the blanket but it was really cows inside of the cabbage, smothered sauce

Somebody called it one but it shoulda been pork sausage inside a pancake, all too human race

Said once or twice just because it needed to be said by somebody when nobody else would, man

Steppin' up to the plate with a chip on one's shoulder, a loser will be a winner, the heat of a fan.

Who can lose if you can't get scared of the things you ought to fear, trouble to be a bad breath

Because if you're not then you're the bait with a known fate, food for one hungrier divine death

For your and every living thing's soul, things animated must die to give the strength to be strong

Can do attitude inherited from the ancient ones who knew we'd come for the Word's rock song.

Nobody will bind you to your presence, they want you to give it up to someone else more eager

To be or not to be this star in a galaxy of unknown pains in the remote black hole of Mick Jaeger

On rural route three where the blacktop ends, down that Rattlesnake Bar road off Hwy 49 SR

I learned who owned the heat of the snake bit bunch of cowboys and their girls, none went far.

Up the road a piece where I wrecked that VW to pieces, just where Salmon Falls Road ended me

Inside of that pond across the street from the shack of piecework carpentry of high achievers all

Just an unusual casual observer as I believed I was comin' in for a landing, driven by being a ball

Where she comes and goes, she came and went, she's coming once again and just to blow me.

But the wind that I am cannot be blown, by humanity's two lips or forked tongues, End's coming

From out of nowhere just like it did for our ancestors who traveled well before us, in awakening

Driven hotrod so fast that the rubber tires lit up on fire, ready to cause the supernova, Adam sin

Eternity rushed back down the counterclockwise spiraling way of the wobbling Earth revolution.

Passed Time as we all do to assuage insanity & common sense & me, I'm doin' a Harlem shuffle

Nothing ahead & nothing behind, only the present, the presence of knowing who's in the scuffle

Heat burned it all out and the ice cold, atomic quarks made the diamond a rock of unmoved ion

Wanted dead or alive for what's needed to survive & strive to be happy, amid-existential chaos.

Pork rinds and deep fried mushrooms, maybe some chitins, hog jowls & black eyed peas too

It's thanksgiving even if it's port butt, I realized it was a pig's arse with cabbage or a pasta fazoo

Awakened out of the corpse's dilecti just to see the God who created it all, left it up to the boss

We got what we gave, stole the apple, we get wisdom from gramma's hands or an unholy cross.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  June XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listen' to a song about one of my favorite OLD ladies, she watched me for years while my mother had 5 more babies, @BillWithers #GrandmasHands link @ https://youtu.be/qv5pagal-ls & @Everlast #WhatItsLIke link @ https://youtu.be/qA1nGPM9yHA & #GrandmasHand link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU & in the end, @EricChurch #TheSnake link @ https://youtu.be/4VeRO2eE1iU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

SUMMERTIME'S HERE & NOW & AWAY WE GO! #ThisMeansWAR - @BugsBunny #MungoJerry @JoeSatriani #Honeymooners #Honeydrippers

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CLARITY OF A RECOMBINANT DNA BLEND OF COSMOLOGICAL BEEF, HEAVY CARGO
For once in the name of the gods we don't know because they didn't create our ancestors or even us
This is after all is said and done, a transitory experience for either an immortal or a cashmere mortal
Benign numbers of ants drown without a thought, people drown and they scream, I don't wanna die
But they all do, one or more at a time and there's no spirit world following blast off into the blue sky.

Performing the acts on the center stage of the television-radio simulcast, all stars implode & disappear
Except the One last drop of Jupiter or Pluto or anything from alpha centaury, a jello philosophy of fear
Loathing for the result that's unacceptable to the thinking or non-thinking things themselves, da boobs
Killed crawlers who rule vermin in squalor around human refuse dumps, trap rat-a-tattoo Rubic cubes.

Certainly you find uncertainty everywhere you go, everywhere you look you can see the load to carry
On your back until your last crawl uphill or fall downhill, it allows you to look up & see a holy ceiling
An infinite amount of holes that no mathematician can calculate, no physicist can theorize One's form
It's an empty set of blank atoms without electrons, neutrons or protons, just bosons & an Earth worm.

On the hook and thrown into the drink to be bitten and yanked off of the barbed #6 hook, no bubble
Matter and energy form this thing itself, a noumena of the phenomena that thrives until a Supernova
Like it or not, being and nothingness are the only ways you can fly from a hive to the source of honey
It's a war, a battle for the bulges you can't see in your own midriff because you want to be so bonny.

Fix was in and it was a trip from point A with me to point B without me, lived alone and died alone too
As good as it gets, happiness is all it's cracked up to be with the nerves of wars & peace to get a yahoo
Amended the contract between me and all of my friends, now unconditional love never deprived chit
Silk panties in a bunch, sleepin' on a hardwood park bench, joker's ridin' dirty, can't we all be in on It?

Fabulous to be right of the left and always on the side of both the good and the bad, not good fellows
Until today, just now the young, starry-eyed kid unwittingly gave up the Cracker's accordion bellows
Flown for hours over the oceans and found that mind occupation is a diversion to avert being the ball
Knowing that you're in a speeding tube, Cisco Kid's in command over It all, momentous occasion y'all.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, June XXIVth, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AMPST
{ Jammed to the melody of @WARtheBand #GHits on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#LongRanger #LoneRanger #NoOffense #TackTactics #WARtheBand #TowerOfPowerBand

SIMPLY A ROYAL FLUSH, IDENTITY THEFT OF A SUBATOMIC COMIC

Most bunk comin' from orifices' of babes and their parents is milk of the ilk of the enculturated

Ones who may or may not be aware that death is comin' for their soul, sooner or later, we dead

That is all there is, look around your planet woman & man!  See the spirits in the night, hotrods

There you go again, being a creationist and proclaiming an unfounded profundity, suns of gods.

Curbside bangin' of straight razors, ready for the fight, bad odors, bad breath of mouth breathers

Apathetic malfunctioning genome knowing DNA hopelessness, one's vain hope of Liberty's seers

To be or not to be is not the only question, there's another and that's the 64 million dollar One

Smashing your mind and your face back to the top of your backbone, a cervical serving of bone.

To land on your feet after you've leaped off the cliff without a bottom, Time/Space to One's max

In the maelstrom goin' down with the pressure of death's pending doom rushing to a holy climax

For all of the viral infections and the top nuts in the pine and evergreen trees, caves' naked apes

All of it is One like the musketeers only instead of three or four, it's an infinite series of rat traps.

Stay with me on the beach, the surf's not comin' in yet & there's a chunk of my surfboard stuck

Deep into the bottom of Malibu's origin of the breakers, I hung ten and now I'm ten miles high

It happens to the best of us, professional and rookie, we are the best and then we lose the touch

Bunch of hooligans runnin' Humanity of Mankind, genius' EVIL gone backward spelling, LIVE!

Descendants of paradise or the Big Bang before it became plants and animals, Earth fauna dream

Of divine we've never seen nor heard from, attributed everything to an Atheism's whipped cream

Just in Space, hangin' in a retrograde orbit as an electron often does around the nucleus, surprise

To be on good sides of acting well to others, evil/live karma will find all of owed debt, blind eyes.

You lose it all in a second due to an accident or intent of another, then you arise to dope's apex

Accidentally on purpose you rise to the top of the milk's cream and become the good tasting sex

Are you kidding me?  You can't have young adolescents read & wonder about the gods' origin lot

Firm sentence to death for all & for all for One's death, down into a Singularity, it's what we got!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{  Created from Nothing but Fear & Loathing for the Big Lie, the Hidden Truth of skydiving into the ground of Being nowhere, being nothing & listenin' to @WARtheBand #SpillTheWine LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3i0DMbCKnAg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrunchTheNumbers #ZeroResultingVoid #NeedlesNailsKnots #Aerosmith to #Grandma to #TheEagles #ShesGone #ScatInYourPantsFlightInAFighter #PullinSomeG'z

#NoSINGULARITY

DIRTY NEEDLES NOR SPOONS, ONE WICKED WAY GOD
Yet, here I am and here you are and we're in for the long haul in our Freightliner conventional
Among the bandits left over from the days of raping and pillaging our Mother's & Father's Id
Which is all we've inherited that survived the fear & loathing in purple pain and suffering kids
Orphans or adopted due to faith, hope or just simple charity and care for brothers of this ball.

Of Earth and this moon not far from us are the only THINGS we have, what is this though?  Um
If you don't move it, meaning all of It, you're gonna lose it and that's one of the facts of Lif­­­­­e son
Mints don't help your bad breath when you're ugly outside, even if you're a beauty of an ice soul
Among the many continents on this planet, some above and some below the sea level, it's a God.

Earth is all there is Man!  WTF does it take to bring the ones who live long enough around to It
Underground is more than an alternative, it's the destination man, what in the HF are ya thinkin'
Melody and lyrics to the theme songs of the game, love or lust or just the general fear of occult
Unknown to the minions who keep the 10 commands & golden rules that apply to pepper & salt.

Monkeys is about all you can determine, nice enough chaps & chicks to die for, not one in a bar
To help you to the immortality that's coveted by the ones who only rot in a box or sit in the car
Needing some gas in my tank because when high test is gone, there's no way to run, engine died
Becoming just one of the many with Nothing to lose, all in vain, to be God is to be alive, crucified.

I threw out the new stuff with the old stuff and now I've got no stuff to carry in my backpack, so
Good pair of walkin' shoes to get from points A to points B which I frequently visit, a bit of a blow
Behind or ahead of me is eventually gonna be the last of me, like Tbones of ancestors y'all forgot
Gonna walk back on the princes, kings & queens, no foundation other than a Bad Space, hotspot.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, June 22, 2021 A.D. @ 8:40 AMPST
{ Drafted as @Prince played @Montreux2013 #SHOW3 (HD) @ https://youtu.be/PpiZ1lvejgQ }
F I N I S
w.w.a.r.d.?  #notWoke

#TortureToWaitForLifeInLimbo #GitGit #OnYoKneesAndPrey #JetsonsDirtyLaundry #Everlast #Everclear #EverythingsGonnaBeAlright #KickinEmWhenTheyreDown @BobMarleyLaughs @CHICAGOtheBAND

 

<3 <3 <3  #KickEmAllAround #IsTheHeadDeadYet  <3 <3 <3
TURN OFF YO' MA's SQUEALS ON WHEELS, COOL YOUR JETS' SONS *

Punched in the face with a left hook and a right cross, I had nothin' left but I killed the dude
Now and then this chit happens and you move on man, there's nothin' you can do to set sail
Upon the Pacific or the Atlantic seas of delight, karma's major complaint is you hide too well
For the sake of Oneness, an historical record indicates that the coyote always lives to be rude.

Chumps lining up at the door to get a gander at the Jazz goin' on outside of the dark room hole
Inside of the moms, we come forth without being thoroughly baked, we can't rise to the maypole
Goin' to play ring around the rosies with my pocket full of posies, pussy cat, we all fall down bad
Last one down is a big, fat clown & nobody in their leftist mind wants to be clown, happy or sad.

I will take care of her pops, she will move and I will compliment that grace with steady giddy-up
There's no need to worry about this, worry about the nature of good and evil & let me know why
I was the man in your little girls' lives, she found the one guy just like her pop, let her go be freed
From the shackles of mankind's historical record, writing written on cave walls & tree limb pulp.

Stay with me for one moment or two, everybody has a father, damned good & others spasms
Tequila & Barry White tunes, a super supper with my lover of my brief trip on light phantasms
Being a punk wasn't easy but I worked out the assignment, cub scout, boy scout, Air Force kid
Walkers on feet and claws, hooves and the slithering ones who go over and under it all to skid.

Monkeys is what I've seen in the zoo and on the tube electric, no clothes on but we know it blows
Gods in their own right until they can't find a friend or a place to eat or sleep in peace, fair game
On being leftover Food, it's not the case but take it from me, y'all don't wanna know Truth's bears
It's all about exchangin' Benjamins now, nothing is empty & if it was full, can't buy immortal toes.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, June 21st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST  * TurnTheFaucetOnItsDrippin
{ Common Grounds of Coffee & Heavy Metal of #WeedMap to euphoria, drafted while listenin' to the #JimDandyMangrum jam #JimDandyToTheRescue link @ https://youtu.be/LyEgrWw0Xog }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#VanillaFudge & @FelixTheCat Montage for the #OneAndOnly #ScientificPhilosophyOfHarmony #BosonicMazeratti @CLAPTON #SlowHand

HARMONY ON A NEUTRON STAR, A BOSON QUANTUM FIELD THEORY & A MAZERATTI @ 1.5 KELVIN *

Peer pressures from the above and below group, the ones God left behind on Earth to fluctuate

Between 208 dead bones & hidden magic carpet rides in Time's machine, Buddha built It better

With or without holy minions who dig this, crawling, slithering, hopping hopelessly, circular Fate

Desire and Need have Nothing on Everything in this cosmic conglomerate of hard rock & water.

Mi amigo Dave called me Bud, but I didn't realize the Why that #NikName fit, but moments ago

Golden light dawned upon my ignorance and futile attempts at going nowhere to the black light

In the out door just because it was the only door to use in the room, one exit for cats. In & Out

I see, you see, I'm legally blinded by the first clear light I saw on my retina in 70 yrs of no doubt.

Charity built on the foundation of Hope & Blind Faith's procreator of Matter, drop-dead for free

Don't blame messengers for your nut case philosophical, theoretical arguments to be not to be

Better to keep her than to live in fear and the inevitable loathing of the things in Golden Dawns

Cat's outta the bag, King Coal was a diamond in the rough, unmoved mover of 3D chess pawns.

Grim reaper takin' the wind out of the ghost's machine, stopping the breath, breathe it in or not

Always no question about this fact of life, father now in heaven once told me so, your an I-robot

Ego of the Id in control for a moment in Time, infinite series of causes and effects to bitter Ends

Blown out, imploded within, air sucked & blown in & out of bellows, underwater, got the Bends.

Nobody like your mother or father, creator of one's animated genome's historical hysteria gripe

Adam and Eve or whomever came before the chicken and the egg, left us Nothing but Air's tripe

Logic and reason for the deductive arguments to justify the inductive, fallacious conclusions of I

Me and all of my close friends, who by the way have all been deceased in human form by now.

Cease to be me sensing Things, here, now, they'll be gone when you find 'One', it's one & done

What you saw even if you were stone blue blind was a climax, your mother & father were afoot

Because they had to be there for you to get here and although there's no good reason, it's Truth

Damned atom of H1 & a gluon in Time-Space's photonish, theoretical black hole's prodigal Son!

by

r j j  stephan, i  *YoYoMaMa

c.  Dimanche, June 20th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:00 Ante-Meridien Pacific Standard Earth Time

{ Drafted while watchin' #TheBiggestFelixTheCatCompilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_AkgzVe91Kc & #TheNatureOfNothing link @ https://youtu.be/X5rAGfjPSWE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PS.  #SpiritManifested #EnergyImplosion E=mC2 #AbstractHolyHolesOfEmptyBlackness #AbsoluteZero #AbsolutelyNothingAtAll #LogicReasonRealityEmptyVoid