#FoundLongLostFriend #NeverLost #StrongBackSteelToes

HOW LONG WLL SHE BE GONE?  HELL, I'LL CATCH HER ON THE REBOUND

Bad dreams happened right after the good times were over about a minute or a deuce

Unfounded sundown rises for treason's reasons why scat hit the fan, I panned the ruse

Could get back in the bottle where it belongs with the rest of the Daniels' kin, yeah Jack

Black it was right after I laid down to pass out, no lights 'til the sun broke my eyes back.

Simple mind and a complex organism's function of the genome, survival in the fit byte

Throwin' 'em back like I'd been out of fuel for a spell, ready to give some whoopin' buzz

My rocks and rolls movin' the wobble on the dance floor, toe to toe sneakkin' up faster

Than six shots of tequila down the hatch with a system of upchucked downs, shot sure.

Once you know what you've thought you'd never knew, you'll be mind set free forever

No more chains to hold your hands and feet down on the planet's mud & blood seen it

All of the time in this space, from the day I knew I was stuck here in the middle of schit

In my eyes and ears, the tastes and smells left me the golden, Midas touch, I saved her.

Who she was, who she'll be is something she ain't right now, she's perfect as the One

Hot legs and hands too sweet to hold less than a minute, it's the thing itself I feel, son

More to life than this and that is impossible, I got it all from the book's chapter & verse

I ain't higher than an empty hole of a high volcano, fell down, all gone in black hearse.

Table for two was the offer but then you couldn't make it down to the floor, swept off

It happens when the shadows get lit up and you see all of the smoke & a godam cough

Final call for last shots of Tequilla and I took two more before I ran out of hotdog meat

I stumbled out to my jeep & I heard the juke box's last sad song, a Brooks & Dunne kid!

Dreams kept me #Woke so I could see the side that can't see past a last breath's creed

Blinded and believing anything I can't see in the lit up stage, my screensaver's #Fakefax

Smoked up to the god of fire, a match, a flame, heat in the frozen tundra, it's all I need

Fire to heat it up & cool it down, workin' the room for tips & chagrin, I'm jumpin' jacks!

I drank so much I couldn't see straight doin' 173 MPH on the Do-Si-Do I-5, landed in jail

Why did I drink the whole bottle, should of had just a few shots in the darkness' hi-tail

Always sooner than later, the bell gets rung and the thing happens like quietly, we die

Tried not to think about honky tonks & moonshine gin, on forward backwoods, hick fly!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 6th, 2021 Anno domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Common yet rare, one & the same thing is everything, kiss me before I'm long gone, you may not miss me but at least I didn't lie, drafted listenin' to @BrooksAndDunne link @ https://youtu.be/yHG5W4miMTM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SlushFunding #ZappaSlashed #CosmikDebris #BlackPager #FarOutofTime #WayGoneInSpace #EntertainmentThenTheTNT at the #BottomFeeder #TreasureTrove #ShakeYoBooty #BrooksAndDunne #KixAndRonnie #MalcolmXist

 

COWBOY FISHED 'TIL HUMANITY'S EXTINCTION?  GONE FISHIN'...

If you can attempt to find out the reason you've arrived without warning, then just do it fast

There may be no other chance to get the timing right because you know, Timing's everything

It's the only thing that matters in the quest for Love satiation, what mother & father stoned

Dead and gone as everything follows that pattern of extinction, destruction of skin & bone.

It's a word from Romeo to Juliette that counted in the exchange, Love was all you had to say

It's all there ever was since one big bang began the whole shebang, blew up the dream's cover

Nothing was ever safe, it was an illusion necessary to fool the fools into going to sleep forever

Never to awaken & see the light or believe the true and false statements of the holy pretender.

Books with the Word, papers just leaves of the trees, now dead and recorded the flights of Anna

Of mice and men who could repeat ad infinitum forever and ever, 'til the stars atrophy in a Nova

Not super for you or I, just a blown bunch of atomic matter, forming an amorphous glob in Space

Time won't record it, it's not Earth goin' 'round in circles about One Fire's beautiful, burned face.

Into the center of gravity, the thing itself does no good nor evil, it's an unmoved mover of one dot

Less than negative, more than positive, the line is imaginary yet drawn stillborn from lead poison

Pointed pencil neck geeks made and broke the correlaries to the theorems of hypothoses' grist

Ordinary and average are the guys just like me, parents and friends and kin all gone by divine fist.

No reason or rhyme to remain grumpy in the light when it's useless at night as well, turn it over

Give me the goods and the bads and the uglies, all of it is the gist of the story, First Cause's lover

Me & you, we flicked the switch & turned the thing on, we brought ourselves here, drove a Ford

There's no bigger mustang than the one who wore the boots in your family, paid room & board.

Whomever you turn out to be in that urn or coffin you wind up reclining in for the Time of Being

Breath of fresh air or the unacceptable foul snorts of the body snatchers from Hades' angel wing

In a souflet or pot of roasted animal muscle & sinew, life's gone in a whispered, smokin' red dawn

Nobody gets out of here alive, first atom, last evening, every picture told that story, it is All gone!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER VIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Samedhi @ 02:00 AMPST

{ #CoppedOut of the dream & wrote this down @ my convenience @ 0200 hours due to the dream becoming one with the waking state, as I lie sleeping, others lay dying in a black bell jar!  Also listened to #FakeNews inspirational @FrankZappa @KosmicDebris in a loop @ https://youtu.be/Dp6LT2MdaPI  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#BigPotatoRocksDirtGold #SNAP #Cruisin' @SmokeyRobinson

DRILL PERFECT HOLES INTO AMBIENT TIPS, CONCRETE & STEEL *

Walking, burrowing or flying every form of life moves from conception to hind insight

Giving it everything you got in the magic trick bag because that's the way it ought to be

Without the abra cadabra it's never going to be a serious bit of reality's too cool byte

Givin' it everything you got in the hidden backpack, bass back beatin' down to the sea.

Fearing the absence of lightening & thunder, brighter bluster's consequent angel dust

Out of control of the Super Ego & the identical twin Ego, first movers of the dirty dogs

Without being in the pack, there's no family to teach the way, every dog's got a Betty

The end of the dance is abrupt because the attraction's just pretending, in all honesty.

Did you think I would let the day pass without putting my faith in pork chops and a liar

A miraculousity, I think, woke I am, intent is everything, things themselves, loser's balls

 little like you and a lot like me, it's the way of the martyr, onto a holy, hot funeral pyre

Be burned & tortured 'til a brain turns a mind off like ol' God's dam or o'er Hoover falls.

Throwing grandma & grandpa off of the cliff is the way of the wimpy warrior, gash licks

Untidy yet nothing false about a single Truth, every picture's same old song, "It's Done"

Males & females of every species have an agressive scent both in & out of twitter clicks

Unrung bellwether, sheep leader ready to phuq the flock, silent gold, Let's Go Brandon!

Cock-eyed or cross-eyed changes a world's view of reality, coast to coasts' dirty scribes

On being models of battleships' jet fighters used to disperse a holy fold's #Woke tribes

Here and now in the present, rather than there & then in the past or future, It is alive

Soul in the invisible realm of nowhere in sight, out of mind, just a concept of God life.

With quantum physics, there's an epic realization that only few comprehend, not many

Possible & probable are two different squirts of Truth, a zombi of Delta-8 Henny Penny

It's not amnesia but a will to Power of selective recollections, like an ambient amnesiac

Around concrete & steel disasters in 80 hours, it is done, kings & queens got whacked!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Vth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:07 hours, keep sending garbage reporting out to this egg scramble of #FakeNews.  * HeaderIsSalvidorDaliCopy

{ #HeadsAreCrushedByFallingSkies @ChickenLittle flummox the upchuck, the fox licks boots & I drafted this #DarlingOfVendrediAM while listenin' to @MontgomeryGentry #WhereIComeFrom & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/W3_jbjrCJSM & @zztop #ConcreteAndSteel cd link @ https://youtu.be/jmPiDy0U3cE  & LIVE in Jersey (2003) link @ https://youtu.be/JLqZsqdOrfY  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FistsOfFuryAndMasterLee @TomAndJerryInfiniteClips @MilesDavis @AC/DC

DUDE!  ALL BLACK JACK & CHINA WHITE @Miles_Davis

I've got one thing to say before it gets too late & it may be already, I got your six licks

You may need some back-up or mondo reinforcements just in case the Tik Tok clicks

In a deluge or a sunami depending on your point of silent awareness, the doom is It

Nothing like rewards or punishments when there's no bones to keep the brain split.

It is not one man or one woman within the DNA, it's all of the others too in millenia

Opportunity knocked and the musician, the poet, the miscreant pauper of high life

Refused to accept the pleasance of transitory pleasure that's soon to expire, a wife

But not a woman on this planet with me, in fact no woman at all, like intelligencia.

Let go of Brandon, it was always Biden and the call was changed by the liberal dick

Formally the only one who said that anybody said, Let's Go Brandon was a dipstick

One challenge is to set the record straight and then watch the deception resume it

In spades, tragically nothing was ventured & nothing was gained, a Liberal had a fit.

Always with us all, you & I know as well as any, an incarnated soul that's outta reach

A little bit of the whole cosmos' animated soul inside of the orange & Georgia peach

Whole shebang comes loose with the shoulders and hips, a holy head's in fire's pinch

Stars' spirits all cool blue, the crusader Rosy Cross execution, top secret monkey pitch.

A secret you've come to find out is no secret at all, it's a ruse to control the holy fear

Of mice and men who hold reward and punishment sacrosanct to learned behavior

Here and now is where it's at, I know, you know, we all know the end comes to reap

What was never yours or mine, the stuff that occupies the Space & Time of a creep!

One spirit in charge of fake trials & tribulations, naked ape-monkeys who all do the do

No freedom to choose only the whip, the belt, the threat of harm of loved ones so, too

Common denominator in the fractional number less than the One, does not exist now

Never was and never will be fair, it's an imaginary concept all by itself, DNA, #Mancow.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Blovember IVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 17:47 hours PST

{ Sifted a head cheese dictionary for this fodder of the bums & junkies, listenin' to #KindOfBlue #LegacyEdition @MilesDavis (1959) link @ https://youtu.be/swtyZ09Lgk8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Nickelback, John, Trower & Santana Stevie Ray Vaughan #TwilightZone I'm the jelly for the peanut butter on white bread! BadaBaing #AwayWeGo #Honeymooners #LooneyTunes

CRITICAL RACING & A WOKE RAT, FAKE FEAR OF TWILIGHT ZONE'S GATE

Ships sail from grandfathers' loins & grandmothers' welfare cash & food stamp living ends

In or out of the war and peace given to the good, bad and ugly who get OMG water bends

Truth is there is nothing but the below average lies about it, what it is, unholy fatal alibis

Calls from near or far from the origin, hearing is hard and inaudible, I read the soul's eyes.

Dead even with the blind & crippled left necessary & sufficient, corner of 5th & old Johnson

Just like back in the day's grade school of philosophy and a nudge to struggle on, thunder on

To the dance that started before you were born & it'll be here, you are so very, very unkind

As if you're not aware that you're drivin' blind faith into a dead end, fat bottom bottle sign.

In no time at all, all changes from how it was into how it'll be, a dragon bucket of Robinhood

Not long before you realize that noone gets to hold sweetness too long, it's all pretty good

Small 'g' is the precious son of a precocious One & only, alpha beta boulevard's ugly red spill

As it is above us, so it will be the same way down below here's now, two wheels of overkill.

Symptomatic of the feeling, smells, sounds tastes of the waste of MASH hospital blue bloods

In the pool, warm as the sun and nourishing as the nipples of the goddess' rosy rouge buds

Something stands in the way only if you & I allow it, it's an impediment to one #TicTok toke

To foster our failure of the mission, to avoid the accomplishment of being one oh so #Woke.

I was full house, aces over queens & just put my entire purse to ride the easy, a dirty ruse

My hand was true but the loser thought not so he shot me in the head, now I am all dead

Got nothing but what I learned that time at the round table, no cheating, win and you lose

Your life in hands of sore losers ain't ever safe, you've got control over whatever I just said.

No balls to wrap a chain around another man's neck, a fair fight if it's hand to Johnson splat

Blood's fine until the ending, when someone calls The Force a rolling river of stars can't scat

Down lower than waist high, respect of the character & will power of the oldest idiot sensai

Under trees, learned the hard way, hit my head in a wide open state, six feet up, high to die.

Clearing your throat and the stage just to get some applause for an encore to the late finale

I wouldn't raise the curtain or unlock the stage's back door for exit, burned the house down

Hung out at the arcade until the murder of the kid who hit his head in a fist fight, he was me

Before my time, so used my deceased power to proliferate the burnt leaves of Moe & Mary.

Under the apple tree there's no knowledge, that's under the cherry tree with the spit pits

Filled full of joy juice and sounds from heavenly angels who keep the rhythm & the beats

One to the many the stream keeps rollin' from mountain down to the sea, shackels unfair

Free to move about until the last gasp of pain, you never know when but why?  Dead air.

Eternal sunshine only until the planet atrophies into a supernova or a neutrino toy particle

Humble yourself now or later, sooner the better for the sake of a peace of mind's fake hell

Created out of nothing but the crash of volcanic ash, genii who grant three wishin' to freaks

Peanuts, pistachio nuts OK, all food for rats to feed upon, acute pain's undiluted pipsqueeks.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST Mercredi Twilight Zone

{ Jammed to @Nickelback vs. @Creed on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h9zwsk61Gcs & @TwilightToberZone #BestOf @ https://youtu.be/Jo4m4FqTUlY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GiveMoreThanYouGot #GiveItAllUpForNow #CosmikDebris #AllSkynyrd #AllSantana #BigLebowskism

BOY SCOUT RANDO COOKIES' #WOKE COW'S MILK

It's never just one click away from alien Truth, we all know it, every terrestrial tongue in cheek

Humanity cancelled anthropological subculture, a black hole is now #woke DNA, a cyborg geek

Neighbors cannot be dependent on your judgement, you're self prejudiced, survive your seeker

At all costs and no matter who gets in the way, never jump off the cliff & I mean that, forever.

Get the whole cow milk, it must be chocolate milk because the new Oreos are doubled up bad jizz

I can't eat all three rows of the joy and future tribulation of the metabolized counter revolution

It's completely out of my personal control, my will has nothing to do with high acting rot gut fizz

My body sent a message to my mind's eye that some day I was gonna die, but wait, I'm 70 kids!

Oh, that's right, older that I think about seven decades of fun in the sun, in a closet's dark horse

Fun until the bitter end when you've got to leave it all behind for the rigor mortis of the corpse

Where the funky soul goes, where the rest of the chunks of LIFE GO when turnin' into scat dust

Nothing personal, no offense to divinity's blind faith patrons and new world's order communist.

Right to bear arms with fully loaded, double Oreo's sugar white, a horrible blue sky, be so #woke

Dark, but it's gonna be fine once Mortality takes over our ancient gnome inheritance, cherry pie

My matters regarding the life of ease & forgetting about a pending doom in all the white rooms

Comin' for the sheriff's guns and rifles, anti-mob weaponry of various calibre & witches' brooms.

It's not like I wanted to be up here in the attic above your mother's house, it's my thing to suffer

Look into any mystery coming into your awareness and you'll find no happy ending, no panacea

Yet, it's all your mother and father, sisters and brothers, cousins, friends & foes know, one AHA

Computer tomahawk choppin' the series of world's end of life, Earth's coffin of dead dust baker.

Persnickity yet grounded in Substance ground out of the imaginary Forms of Ideas' in Categories

Do not pass out before you realize the meaning of incomprehensible words from nun dictionaries

Dream within a dream but not awake in it, asleep boys & girls evolve into preachin' rector zoos

It's the filling of your balloon to fly high above & below the trifles of sweet home Chicago blues.

Icing on the cake is honesty being the lonliest word on a plane of survival, holy water's apemen

What else could this be other than a random collection of randos & bettys who get god-shamen

To show the way of the ignorant mass of bacteria and viral infections, coming from smoke-soot

These guys who inseminated us, #Cookie mothers of bums & junkies, spit wet, #woke milk caput.

Conservative and the Whig Party now Progressive Radicals pretend it all makes no different chit

Whether you personally win or lose for you & your family & friends, you lose to your 6th sense

No score in the end, finished with a zero, even an overtime didn't end the Dream, robots will it

Logic and reason will rise to the pinnacle of the illusion of mortality with immortality of a dunce.

To be or not to be the guilty pleasure I was sent to experience Nothing & that's what it's all about

A syllogistic phenomenon of epic proportionality, a never ending epilogue, solitary coffins all RIP

Without any reason to inform the ignorant & naive, the Truth remains as loose as ever, boyscout

Whatever comes and goes out of my pie hole, that's all that's finnicky about my trip, smoke, dip!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Drafted on behalf of nobody but the oneness you'll know by the @Santana #Supernatural runes @ https://youtu.be/kusyUCtaY-M & #Amigos #EarthsCryHeavenSmiles @ https://youtu.be/BlW8rblRbMw #TheDude @JeffBridges link @ https://youtu.be/xJjCnWm5cvE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThrowAFastBallRightDownTheMiddle #HomeRunDerby #BaseballHits

 

OF COURSE BASEBALL KIDS ARE INSANE, NO LOWER EYE LIDS, STEWIE TEENY WEINEE

Without an invitation to the party, it was a matter of time until it's Space crashed into the One, the only

Trippin' like there's no tomorrow, you can't think defeat unless you're prepared to lose in four or three

Thought's a First Cause of reality, conforming to intent of the thinker, everyone knew the holy scree

Then forgot about it from alpha to the omega, I tell you to think anything, just do it, like a new Nike.

If thought ceases, the end is near, in a coffin box or super gold urn of lead and painted iron, fragments

All we get for wisdom and our own destiny is apparently one and the same, an apparition God sent us

What it is somebody won't tell me & you, how are we to know, guess with magic or luck, it's the scents

Smelling the Truth even if it's a mile downwind and we can't see or hear hide nor hair, the hunt's a fuss.

Hurting from a muscle memory of eating protein & running the machine into the ground funeral pyre

Removing the words from the thoughts of discourse & intercourse of the forces Earth, Wind & Fire

Punks with lilly livers and their progeny who survive on generosity of the Christians in the lion's den

Comin' home & all around the infield's kentucky blue grass, a slide with spikes flyin', I'm comin' in.

Getting around to the same place I started from & this time I know it, I used to forget then I got #woke

Always been right before but now I've got plausible deniability for my recourse being a challenge poke

To take an impossible position believing that contradictions of a grinch's Truthdom is my wander lust

If it's true it could also be false, up and down, top to bottom & all around the planet, we're cosmic dust.

Aces & deuces are wild and I've got a full house of King & Jack boys, queen too busy makin' apple pie

Winning everything on the table as if there was a magic spell put on the shuffled decks, on a cut crew

Finally everybody was all in and the winner was going to take it all home, all bluffs cut to the chase too

Pairs and trips, straights & flushes but no full house threes over twos, I win, it's all over, at a third eye.

Somber sombreros fillin' the crowd's throng of heads, colors, whitey black & full of minds of Man

Daughters of the fathers who either loved or hated them for reasons beyond anyone's control, be a fan

All you can do is go with the current, it's the only way to row your boat until it slams into a hard rock

Then you'll understand what joy was when it's gone like a thief in the night, Tupelo honey on a block.

It's nobody's fault that a child grows up into a miscreant, a ne'er-do-well for the duration, Troll toll

It's all a matter of paying off the karma you, we, he or she has earned in an incarnation of hot soul

Living this here & that there is all it's about, don't know why but I punched out Betty's yang or ying

First date & the last time she'll ever date anyone but me, chewin' my black jack gum, Richard's king.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 2nd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST Mardi

{ Drafted watchin' @FOXSports @WorldSeriesGame6 @Atlanta vs. @Houston link @ https://www.foxsports.com/mlb/boxscore?id=81916&cmpid=org%3Dfoxsports%3A%3Aag%3D%3A%3Amc%3Dcross-app%3A%3Asrc%3Dcross-app%3A%3Acmp%3Dgoogle-one-box-mlb-ws6-braves-astros&is_retargeting=true&shortlink=d2e5c8b3&af_sub1=07100221&c=google-one-box-mlb-ws6-braves-astros&pid=google-one-box&af_channel=google-one-box&af_sub2=foxsports }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisKindOfLoveIsHardToFINDbutEasyToLose #BringItOnDownNow @TheGentrys #LoverSpatSpitInFascia

 

IF & ONLY IF A SLOWHAND KNEW WHAT I KNOW, LET'S GO BRANDON

Eleven apostles who did their best to pig out on the ping pong darkness' fool stop

It's not that you can feel the pressure in the stench of some hookers' zitto pimple

Songs sung by the ping pong champs in the middle of one dark god's damn simple

Not for you or me but for everybody & that includes the whole shebang's holdup.

It's not for me to say out loud but nobody can stop me from thinking, therefore, I am

One with the underlying spirit moving undercover of the organic bones' in pond scum

Here and there we've all come across the insanity of being ill, under the weather haze

Purple it is or it was until the trip was over & the trails disappeared like thinnin' hair.

Scenes in perpetual repitition, nearly ad infinitum for no good reason, it is just because

No other proof that there's any higher power other than Death itself, that's all, our fuss

Fallout from the aerial assault and the creepy ones on land & the sea, marines give up

Never could before but innocence & fierce drive is trumped by a hallucination tea cup.

Being far away from the Truth is useful when you're headed into the black of the Void

Only music & rhythm's rhyme gettin' the prose to become a poem, love's sick android

Among the throngs, all crowd control is all hyper-cyborg, robots on security God sends

Do no harm to the humans, only restraint at minimum, instant unconscious obedience.

All security have the larger than normal ears to have their heads stand out from others

Like radar they hear the first call for help or a first punch on skulls & the rib bone spurs

Nobody has a life exactly like another's, mothers, fathers, orphans of a real, slow hand

Everybody knows Truth is that nobody knows, knockin' on your door now, blind band!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 2, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 07:11 hours

{ Mardi chops inked to #LowDownDirtyBlues1&2 https://youtu.be/RAmSYWO41hw & https://youtu.be/fedsz2D_PAo & @TheGentrys #KeepOnDancin' #ShakeItBaby @ https://youtu.be/AGHFaBx6j8M & https://youtu.be/Vhh9nmJEgXw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Dreams #Disappointments #CeLive #KeepLaughing #SweetTupeloHoney

DOIN' A RHUMBA WITH NO HITCH IN MY GIDDYUP, AIN'T DEAD YET MAN

If and only if you don't lie to me, I'll always be honest with you, a piece of cake & a cup of tea

Never do any wrong like wrongs were done to me, I recall those days, weeks, years of fight

For the liberty to do anything under heaven, writing, playing music, singing, teaching to me

To always do unto everybody you meet as though you are doing unto your own true selfie.

We need to be the first cause of the corrections to the trajectory of quicksilver lightening

For better or worse, the thing playing with my mind escaped before a diamond ruby ring

Out my window it's clear that night is darkness deep or at the edge of the dimension too

Of the mice & men whose purpose appears identical, God's riff of Jehovah Witness' hairdo.

School girls moved my mojo around thirteen & it was all downhill from there, slippery slope

One ride worth repeating ad infinitum, can't repeat it exactly but it was ecstatic & all dope

Studied 'til I finished the autopilot's animation, nothin' meant to last, quitters created strife

What I did with that was well, nothing at all, two retirement pensions, husband of my wife.

Assembly is required from the beat of the tom toms, rhythm & lead breakin' in on the bass

Right back to an origin where you once were & knew you'd get back there some day at last

Here and now, dark stage playin' the work of Northside blood, in flight of an angelic deed

Meaning neither more nor less than you ain't saint, all saints, blood's Id came, I am a seed.

Beasts came before the evolution of the beauty, down by the river flow of currents & rock

From the volcano crossroads up close to the sky's padlock on a spirit of One, a puppet sock

Seekin' the way to the place that doesn't shoot your body full of foreign DNA/RNA emotion

Blood carrying the imposters to the heart and brain until the antibodies crush the intrusion.

Mister or mistress of the form & matter can only follow the beats' narrow, round the bends

Down the middle of the fork where the road ends & just leaves you there waiting for ends

Nevermore to come before the throne of the lies where the well meaning are enemy mine

Software & virtual hauntings merge into the still of the night's holy ghostly altarboy sign.

First it was the 50's 60's & 70', suddenly it's the 20's, but who imagined a leased splotch

I don't recall signing the misconception agreement prior to my first mitosis, a sixth sense

Yet I have no other choice but to take the bull by the horns, one guilty pleasure's subplot

Lusting love. too humane, above the down low, vaccinated apes, kill dead's booster shot.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Ist, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:20 somewhere, in the doo wop single mode link @ https://youtu.be/DdWQyeAH0Ig & @Grateful_Dead LINK @  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WakeTheDudeUpWithTheNuclearFootBall #PhuqLetsGoBrandon

WHERE I COME FROM, MOTHER & POPS, IT'S A JOKE

Repugnance for the chaos on & off of the street's dead air, gravy flim flam

Nothing you have to say about it because you're nowhere in sight, phuq it

My gods have no intent to punish me for my all too human errors, I'm phat

Just like my fathers & their fathers before them, YOU'RE WANTED by Sam.

Stuck in the middle until I got to the end of days, after last night's jet lag

It all goes away eventually & until then it won't make any sense to a hag

Nobody in caves or out on the plains or in jungles, nobody gets out alive

Boys and girls grew up in a school that formed decisions of a deep dive.

Gods ain't in heaven with Norman or Nora in Normandy, an In & Out fry

Myopia for Opie and Aunt Beatrice fill up the empty hole's vacuumed sky

All the atomic material world is disintegrated into Dark Light, knives' Son

All of the swipes in self defense are offensive to all, my will's being done.

Party of two or more is never anywhere that I am, I'm far away in a skit fit

Completed equation of inequality, equity of equals' rings around a rose slit

Animated forever from the biggest bang ever to the tiniest whisper, I say

In the corner where I went and left my spirit's essence, no listenin' is AOK.

This was a rhythm to the rhyme, an ovulation of the dilation, anal concept

Analysis is the long of the short of It, it's a good thing in an evil form adept

Easy to be this way since it's natural, it's not moral or ethical, it's just, Way

Nobody goes over the top of the key, Johnson circumcised 11th & 1 today.

White, tan or invisible, the whole species is the whole shebang inundated

In a mitigated construction of RNA genome, DNA's gonna die, a God dated

Brought the mirror closer to my face & it disappeared into One empty hole

Behind old bones of skulls, brain bucket banks buried, my astral dirty soul.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 1st, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Droned out of a euphoric, HISTORICAL HYSTERIA'S time slot, #SleepyJoe 

jammin' TO @WARTheBand @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BeautifulLady #CopyAMillionTimes #ReturnToSendersMothers #ChitLoadOfBlues @CarlosCastaneda #ThePowerOfSilence

 
IN A TOMB ROOM, SERVING UP BLUEBERRY DOOM

Fabulous & fantastic as it should be, my will be done as intended by my father's climax

Breathed the life from the ether into my mother's Earthly body, it's all a Holloween sex

Knitpicked out of the hypothetical yarn that capitalizes on fear of rotting in a batroom

Which won't happen most likely due to the funk of 40,000 years that sealed our doom.

Giving into the fleeting presence of being One and the same thing that cried like a baby

First gasp of air in the outer shell of your mother's bosom, a kiss & hug for the journey

Out of thin air, climax or not, conception of the egg & DNA funk, shivers down my spine

I felt that a few times and I know when it ever happens again, I pay attention, it's fine.

Not much you can do other than defend yourself from the predators, the steely dans

Whether it's behind your backs or right in front of your eyes, a swift action wins fans

Especially your kin folk, amigos & amigas from any Earthly place in Space, abracadabra

It's all about pleasing public strangers, as if there'd ever be questionable, fakin' karma.

The freaks come out at night, not in the daylight, those are the ways of the holy spirits

They come and go until the treats are gone and the tricks keep gettin' as if it's Time fits

Into the twilight choice, it's good to act in concert with an agenda of lockes dred, farout

All aware of the funk of skeleton's dark coffin of doom, a Vince Price's corpse shouout.

California has a lot of dead and buried with the pots of gold & bars of silver in the mix

Metals so heavy I can't pick up two objects at the same time, need One in a virtual box

The draw of the pistol doesn't mean anything other than you've got passed on #Netflix

Y'all gonna die, JoJo, Mimi, Connie, Karol Paula, Marie, Mary, Winnie & Deb, small pox.

In the doom shadow, you know where the light is & you can never get over there again

No such thing as wisdom to the innocent minds grown in women & men, it's so insane

On their knees or defiant to the highness of the lords and guardians of the dirty rocks

Civilization will crumble as it always does, it's a natural cycle of Earth, a fragment bin.

Where the matter has coalesced into a fat bodied mass of muddy water, wasted gas

In all the revolutions & counter revolutions, there's been no God in charge of a blast

It's a gravitational collapse of rhythm, lead and bass, swingin' to the vibe & the beat

As if there was no tomorrow, acting like this is the last day we're alive, be no defeat.

It's in the cards, aces are high, one-eyed jacks are wild, queens & kings of the clan win

Outsiders can't evolve into the essence of that substance of mankind, 98 degree skin

Wrapping the pipe around my neck or just waiting until the accidents pile up too high

Tower of Babel must fall eventually, nobody gets to get as high as the godhead, to die.

Yet that is all it would take for the ultimate verification of the fact, to die for too soon

Nothing but that, no other reason to build sky scrapers than to get to heaven to show

The core of this magnetic stone won't allow a fool to get to outerspace, above or below 

All this means that This is all There is, no need for blinded faith to fly over a blue moon.

by

 r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 31st, 2021 Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 1433 hours PST

{ #KissedHolloweenKisses & drafted this for my wife, Carol's treat, waitin' for her Trick to Treat, jammin' to @IsleyBrothers #ThatLady link @https://youtu.be/nHp4Nk7fS0k }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#EmptySkies #FullBacks #RidingLikeTheWind #ThereAndGone #POOF #HappyHolloweenGrizzlyGhouls #ItAintTheThrillerOrIsIt? #YOUNGfrankenstein

 

SPOOKS' LEAVIN' CLEVELAND, SOUTHERN-COMFORT IN A WHISKEY GLASS

Gets the girl at the end of the book, ID requirement by big brothers & thumb up sisters

Faith, Hope & Charity are honorable ways to live successfully, 4 gold fingers got blisters

Crazy love of hu-men who were raised without YOUR rules that only you fake adopted

Like this all stray, scared cats, SOMETHING lasts forever, passed on from kin lyin' dead.

I waited on the people, served their mass of consumers affairs, ran the blissful errands

All of what it takes is like that whereever you fly or run, up & down, horns' buzzin' ends

Swift boats & ships up and down the thin air and wet oceanic current of a wobble spin

Gold is all that's left of the One that used to be higher than the plants & animals' skin.

Love and caring for your species and eating all of the others, packed meat's procreation

Vegetarian cookin' killer of the plants, an eater of the boiled, poached, fried & baked in

A function of the break in our sky fallin', conscious awareness is that eyes're wide open

Game without rules known to all the players, that is no game, It's a merry mortal's sin.

Fools dive in where angels not only fear to go but also hesitate to toke for a hit or miss

Not to John, Peter, Paul, Mary or Joe, Al, Jack or Jill, I'll never admit it's all gonna be OK

Alright from my point of view on or off of the turnpikes and interstates, dating infinites

Spirit & fuel for the trip is stored in imaginary Holloween, infrared, cosmic-candy lights.

You were supplied with abundant hope from your father in heaven & mother of Earth

It's stored in the place in Space where it's always been & always will be, a fired hearth

My gods are not yours and you may not even be cognizant of the concept of dead still

Yet divine is easy to put all of the ignorance of the Truth into perspective, a God's will.

On the swings and slides in the playground, having innocent fun with the predators ilk

Wanting to hunt for prey, showing that a city's the place in Space that needs cow milk

Makin' coffee lighter than it should be, a hot campfire's melted marshmellows to chew

The hot beans are clearly whispering. flights of butterflies, flowers & viral CoVid19 flu.

Home's where the heart is, mine's here with yours, I pass all love through your hot soul

Function of this calculus is a byte more than it ever had to be, silence is a golden O-ring

To be or not to be concludes being the one & only thing that matters, Matter in-control

Praying on knees for forgiveness & showing sorrow for a conscious awareness of being.

Targeted pinnacle of success being living the life left over from the garden of Eden trick

Or was it a treat that gave us the apple to eat off the tree that let knowledge's oil slick

River rockin' hills of melting snow rollin' to Seas of crossed bones, Red or Black, H2O ice

Gone country or dropped inner city, forward & never backward, be a tool, roll the dice!

Unloaded the trunk full of baggage and there's nothing but music & bright lights ahead

On the Form and the Matter, observation of a blind man who is deaf as a stoned head

Wishing, hoping and praying for the pie in the sky, not a hard way to infuse a blueberry

Good timing matches reality, tempt a backside, sins in backwoods' full moonshine tea.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini , Dimanche @ 7:07 AM

{ Drafted to @Christopher_Cross #RideLikeTheWind link @  https://youtu.be/O7Xsjs0T4jI @Morgan_Wallen #NewCountry on youTube @ https://youtu.be/W3k3lfMOLdQ & #ToolsOfExtinction link @ https://youtu.be/4peygkljR0k }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?