#BojackHorseman #BeatADeadHorse #SettleDownGiddyUp #TheGitUp #Alpha2Omega1 #BishopBullwinkle

CHEERIO, #GODSEYES' EMPTY COWBOY BOOTS, NO SPURS IN THE STIRRUPS

Coming from out of nowhere in Time or Space, I still am Two

Never been One at all, as soon as I arrived, yin & yang flew

It's not my point to be or not to be, just a happening sound

Like the rivers that run north & meet the rivers southbound.

Crockadiles & rednecks with moonshine & concrete cowboys

It's a thing that Adam & Eve if there is anything to the myths

Decided that survival was 100% better than the alternatives

That would be afterlife unknown and no life at all, just ploys.

To keep it on the #DownLow below what's never above it all

Creeps & jinxed junkies around the railroad tracks, got a call

Giving up on applying for a job to work for free for a monthly

And then when the payday comes, disappear into the empty.

A void of rain coming down to be recycled & evaporated too

Fountains of pity & sorrow covered up the song of #CoVid flu

Parked in One no parking zone & it's everywhere I am blood

Nobody to blame but me, my fault, I created a concept, God!

No son of a dog or puppy of a Man, just one #Simple human

I know where I went wrong, it was back at the crossroad "X"

Thoughts stopped as the animation continued, hey I'm a fan

You can't beat a dead horse, even if it's a bojack horseman!

If you don't laugh it off, it's tears in the long run, so be duplicit

You see past the last ride on a cattle drive, gettin' it all down

Back in the saddle only for no reason at all, just to let it ride

Wait, that cowgirl, that gang-bang moll or ones of ettiquette.

I ain't your daddy or your mama, that's #1, enjoy the dark sky

All I am is what I am & that's only for me to know, I found out

Just a cowboy at the rear of the herd, makin' you sweep dust

Strays who fail logic & reason die on #TheDrive, #Godseye.

by

r j j  stephan, i  #LetsRide

c.  Samedhi, Janvier Ocho, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam listenin' to @TheMarhallTuckerBand #CattleDrive in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Gi6QRzSSGAQ }

 

 

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#OnTheRoad with the mighty @JackKarouack @SteveAllen @HomerSimpson @DavidBowie @ChrisJanson @GretchenWilson #BustAMove @RunDMC

#FAKEBIRD 1 LOVE & 1 LONE #DRONE UNSEEN UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE

Asking too many questions will lead to a plethora of finite answers leading nowhere

Which is exactly where this conglomeration of sped up, slowmo movie goes, here

It's what you think if you think that you exist because you're thinking, where's proof

Common denominator and numerator of all fractional calculus is One or Zero, oof!

It will be the way it is regardless of your personal consciousness' selfhood on Earth

Before you were conceived and after your spirit fills the ether of a Void, once again

Carwrecks or dyin' of diseased DNA or just an accidental passing of grim reaping

Bloody Sunday or Saturday night at the movies, either way, teach children to sing.

Voice of the apes who are still naked and cover up their skin and bones with drapes

The birds are flyin' into the yard by the flock, eatin' the seed collection of the vapes

You and I know that without me this isn't goin' down, nothing will be said or heard

On the inevitable time line from conception to the depressing post mortem beards.

Corpus dillecti has it's clickbait cosmic value, circulating the ashes of trout and cod

All of them thought they were immortal when they were mere mortals, not one god

In millions of tries at the climax of the play, nothing remains perfect, an imperative

Of categories' subjects and predicates of ethics, morality and the smoke to survive.

Fond of the miracles that happened before I was born, the legend of divine archives

Call the books and story fragments whatever you will, survive with or without advice

Franken may be an Al or a Stein but the bottom line is above and below the two die

Roll 'em twice or thrice and you'll see that the odds are against thee & me but why?

Jingles & bells sell hard candy leftover from COVID19 celebration of a Godmade bat

You gotta love the population's continents, with due scat respect, all too human son

Recycling the things anima eat, called food, water and transformations into wet scat

Where you & I go from here and now is a mystery until the end & then, "It Is Done!"

Scoopin' scum off a surface of a pond, con-maelstrom pit quicksand's unholy unknowns

Humanity's entrance to Hades & so it goes, fall in, falling in love, go viral G-string K-cup

No worries to beat yourself up no more, you ain't alive but your feet are in the ap-stirrup

I appear to be a bird, dark angel or invisible creep but I'm just #FakeBirds, #Drones.

There's a bone I have to pick with the dreams in your mother's head, I know she's old

Or she may be faithfully departed with or without your knowledge, could be orphan cold

In any case, if it's Friday then it's the imaginary day that gives you two days off of Work

Peanuts for the elephants who never forget, nevermore, nevermore, crow or man, jerk!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Translated from the Twilight Zone's ones & zeroes, it's the matrix we've come from & will return, cosmic dust from #AhuraMazda & while listenin' to @DavidBowie #SpaceOddity #MajorTom #GroundControl on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-802mAXRVsE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D?

#WorkinTheDirt #CityBoyBlues #CountryBoysAskew #WallowingInTheHay #AGAIN @DorisDay #MarshallTuckerBand #MTB #FlirtinWithDisaster @MollyHatchet

 

FISHIN' WITH ASKEW REDWORMS OUTTA MAXWELL HOUSE COFFEE CANS

I swear to God, that's not what she told me, she said she wasn't EVER married, wallowed in hay

Got some worms in a coffee can & I'm goin' to sit under the willow tree by the ol' fishpond today

Wallowing in the hay ain't all it's cracked up to be, you get a trophy & a bunch of my malarkey

Punches in the solar plexis and the jaw will dislocate the strong from their strength, Goliaths see!

Now and then you'll run across or come across something unknown but hardly ever, after shocks

Tryin' to figure out the delectable morsel of occult theorems of existence calculus, hold yer crocks

Things are all good and they're all bad too, in a good way, not the evil way, no negative nucleus

Neutrons move the matrix to collapse or expand, like lungs breathing oxygen's gas mix on a bus.

On a riverbank, the one I'm talkin' about, gettin' towed by Mack trucks with hot pistol diesels

Y'all know that all the scat that happens all of our lives, It don't mean a god's a water dam thing

Not your fault that you discovered the Truth before you were too sick to care or dead gone to hell

Meaning nowhere below in any eternal fire, no earthly core of burning sunlight's supernova shell.

Functions arriving too late to assist in the greasing of a groove, friction caused the blow, it broke

Fired up & broken down in the middle of nowhere, look outside Windows #MajorTom, Funk

No gods fighting about which planet can orbit a star first, in the least amount of hourglass bunk

Digital counter revolution, comin' down to the last 10 seconds, I'm fishin' asleep', I'm so woke!

Down by the river, she showed me what the things were all about under the stars, bank was cool

Stars woke me before I knew I was awakened by the steroids of philosophy, pre-Socratic school

Flew around Earth for a moment or two, took longer than expected, boy, seven decades of blood

City boy, country boy, it don't matter much to me, Liberty, I'll fight for leftover right to be, dude!

Pain and suffering, pleasure depletion, ends of dreaming about survival of a One, fit to not be me

Stop the madness man, all too human as it should be, you've no choice, I don't see a cielo, esse

Been there and done all of that, just waiting for the ball to drop on my head, crush my mind's cap

Skullduggery & the hijinks of riddlers & jokers stimulated the First Cause move, nuclear nap.

Smile on my face the day I die, I couldn't 've written it after the final gasp of gas, therefore I dies

No rubber or plastic or invisible soul on ice waiting for the rotten smell of dead flesh, meat we eat

Keep it close to your chest, the Truth is not for everyone to know, it's a major cause of stinky feet

Bums & junkies gave the bad news to themselves, gave up on gettin' the Jack, I died, blue skies.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini Jeudi @ 666 AMPST (got the live/evil eye)

{ Gonna die with a smile on my face, maybe a grin!  Graduated from 8th grade Parochial l'ecole in 1965, could have flunked but the sisters/nuns let me slide 'cause I served Mass for Jesus & God & the Holy Ghost, for the popes (papas) sisters, brothers & all of the baby mamas who conceived this place for #HotPantsSpeciesDNA, & drafted this ditty listenin' to @MarshallTuckerBand #BobAwayMyBlues in a loop/link @ https://youtu.be/hAMfxk1snxU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@KingOfPop @MichaelJackson @Chilites & #HITS #WhatIWouldNotDoForLove #ThingsWeDoForLove @10CC @AliciaKeyes #FUBAR #WhoAint? @GwenStefani @BlakeShelton @SaraSmile @DarylHall @SmokeyRobinson

I SHOT BLANKS IN THE COLD RAIN, GOT BENT BONE *

My mother had me vaccinated against my will, I was a newborn bambino in 1951

Cause can recollect the nature of the beast you came out of, it's a beach, son

All you have is the memory of your memory of your memory, like a meteor rock

Cowboy, don't stop 'til you get enough of the imaginary Earth spin 'round clock.

A tree grew from a scattered seed and with centuries of Time, live and won't die

Sunblown cones on top with the nuts that keep the rest of the gnome goin' down

Into the rooted depth of the deepest echelon of a dirt pit, stones of a rolling clown

Who's in or out?  It don't matter except to a naked ape in a huge boy scout troop.

Suddenly I am 70, it could've happened to you but it didn't & you're cool & calm

Sell this to the people who pay for dead people to be burned or buried, immortal

By either Dobie Gillis or Bob Hope or Red Skelton or George Carlin, I've done it

Laughed my fool ass off mainly 'cause I lost the muscle weight, left bone & chit.

As the gods' powers that be, keep moving the things on Earth & the planets of stellar creation

Although angels we've never seen are given credit for still being alive without a license to fly

It doesn't matter one way or the other, when the body dies, the body is caput, you're One son

That's the good news, descended from the #BigBang of your fathers and woman who do cry.

Here's one for the crew, the outcasts, secret loves and the whole damn shebang for the gang

All I ever wanted since I could see what was what is a peaceful place to live without dreaming

In this here or that there place in Space, just about anytime from day one to what's tomorrow 

Ice cold beer and a girl in a red sun dress, lying' down between the corn, my truck & a crow.

Down to the creek where I always planned you & me would be, not worried to hurry a sex act

It's the feeling inside that counts, knowing nothing lasts forever, even true love fades, so in fact

Just because it's all pretty on one day doesn't mean a mind can't change over again, y'all see?

Not much beyond this planet's atmosphere is all I care about, Venus & Mars do nothing for me.

Suddenly, I pause for a drag of smoke, just a naked ape reaction to burned raisin bread toast

All know what magic yields when the appropriate spell is revealed and uttered coast to coast

Transoceanic, moody music infiltrating a standard imagination absorbed in divine bride groom

Nothing's like it used to be, it always was like this Space dump of commons pending the doom.

Sorting out the billions at the hub of activity, God and man survive the extinction of dirty ice

With or without your permission you're on a linear projection of light and the photon police

Badges created to dominate the progressive flow of the crops of life rising from the pot ash

Fired up flames, fueling the magic smoke swirls goin' up and down, over and out of the bash.

For good or for the bad and ugly, it's all there is so come on man, let's get it on, let's a-gogo

Like being as thick as brick and skating on thin ice down the slippery slope to Professor Low

To fill the sails that catch the smokin' hot smiles in the pocket, peace, love. OM's flower high

Smilin' in my face, killed softly, bog in the redwoods, a purple people eater chants OM to #Buy!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier Sanc, MMXXII Anno Domini Mercredi @ 555 PMPST

{  Matrix' silence @ChakaKahn, #TellMeSomethingGood https://youtu.be/vuDCi5neNMM & @StevieWonder #LivinForTheCity @ https://youtu.be/rc0XEw4m-3w & @TheStylistics #BetchaByGollyWow @  https://youtu.be/nkG0YOMUNs4 }

*Header is my view lookin' up the Redwood Tree in Cali circa 1980, from the bottom to the top!

F I N I S

F U B A R

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Submarines #Marbles #YoYos #RaceCleared #GratefulDead

WAITING ROOM KIDS IN THE HALL OF FAME

Just in case you think you exist. just because you're dumb & omen thinkin'

I've got some news for you, as ancient as a hostess & hostos dogs huqin'

Broken days and broken feelings of faith, hope & charity of fake mortal sin

What I am, what you are, what It is, dream of all two humans, being amen.

Screamed some rhythm, blues and soul that turned to soft, harder rocks

Mind over matter material, atomic and molecular whiskey in a wine box

Punks pretending to know something, gettin' the golden dawn upon them

At a point of no return, a singularity can't be escaped, where I come from.

Flowed down the hill with the rest of the whiskey & wine, God was buying

Nothing is free, no liberty can mean anything if it's not a fightin' for a dying

As a mortal, human being here and now. I shall not, I shan't exist, I'll croak

An affinity to the trifles, trival occupations, sorrow's matrix of holy smoke.

If it's true that what the monkeys see, the monkeys all mock and do it too

Regardless of good or evil, the copy is a replica of the original, it's so true

That even the most critical analysis yields the Truth about the form of One

Exasperated and gasping for air that ain't there, eyes are wide open, son.

Journey to the next land you can't get a clue about, something's in stasis

Nobody can deny that the unknown is a problem to face, before or at It

A doorstep which may reveal that heaven's above & Earth's below places 

It'd be a tragedy or a comedy if it's a play on words, in other words, #Chit!

In the strawberry & kiwi fields, the flower grows between them, THC teas

All in it for the highness of yours & mine, mercy of ing, demigod dead seas

Awakened from the dreams of slumber, light shines through the darkness

Unseen exposed to be a phantom of this operatic matrix, stardust of bliss.

Killed by elements or consumed alive by predators of the petri dish of DNA

One way or another mortality puts your mother, sister & brother into RNA

Faked out by a false move and interruption of coitus, my morbidity looms

Above as it should be, below as it's always been & always will, fly brooms.

Here we go again, run along, it's just fine, like spankin' a new knucklehead

Kickstarted, oil pumped, carb primed, glass-pak mufflers blow me down It

The road curves around all mountains, it goes up & down, comes in & out

Risky businesses sometime lose it all, crash is the end and then again not.

by

r j j  stephan, i 

c.  JANVIER IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini Mardi @ 666 AMPST

{ Drafted this little ditty jammin' to @KidRock #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/W3EmxQCKsmw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Giants #Midgets & yo' mamuz! #LynyrdSkynyrd #IsleyBrothers #Soundgarden #BrothersOsborne #ASL @ASL @GretchenWilson

I ASKED YOU NOT TO KEEP HANGIN' 'ROUND, I WARNED YOU ON A TWITTER TWEET

On the nature of the creature features you've been blessed with, it's consciousness' fortunate son

What I am & what you are or what it is in general is One and the same thing, stardust apple jacks

Won the game because I knew the rules of playin' around with a black hole sun, a godson's gun

Monkeys arrived after the facts of writing on cave walls, fires cold & damp, piles of camel packs.

Seriously or in jest, all senses shut down in a vacuum, a casket, an urn, to the four winds or sea

No soul man or woman left over for any divine procedure, Nothing's arranged but being dummy

Eat, drink and have a party to be merry for tomorrow you may not get this lucky, ya gotta hope

Blind faith with your eyeballs' eyelids taped wide-open to force the vision of Truth, no coverup.

Got a vaccine that killed the rats, mice & piglets so only the all too human response is The End

Orphans or children with great grandparents alive at a century of years in the soul bank, my son

Under the Earth's dirt or in the Earth's fresh or salt water, oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen big ben

Touchdowns, interceptions, extra points and safeties all count from zero by 1, 2, 3 or 6, all 911!

#HighHopes in a manner of speaking but #LowExpectations in boiling heat or on frozen tundra

Mind games begin and end before the mind knows it's a game, it's a final ending hidden spectra

In color or black and white, it's all the same, boom, boom, out go the lights and you never know

When angels ain't flyin' though eyes remain open, milk cow's bulls by the horns, it is Hell below.

Form and the shape of the material world's atoms that form the molecular structure of DNA/RNA

Virus or bacteria to begin with, anima in flight or burrowing or swimming or rolling out of dreams

All or none of the above is below the radar of my comprehension, it's a linguistic crack it seems

You don't know like I know, what it all means, why you even ask at all, it's the new year 2022 DA!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini Lundi @ 3:33 PMPST

{ #Split from the cerebral cortex while jammin' to @Soundgarden #BlackHoleSun on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3mbBbFH9fAg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SimplyShreddin' #CaseyAtBat

 

CHICKS ARE GOIN' DOWN, SO WHAT TIME IS IT?  4:30?

repeat ad infinitum

CHICKS ARE GOIN' DOWN, SO WHAT TIME IS IT?  4:30?

Conquered the first thing that came across home plate, it was a Homer foul ball

Playin' in the band or on the team of nine, hurlin' spit balls at young men's heads

Utter impotence like all priests who guard the holy of holies, but no hind teat milk

Mankind and apemen who evolved before them are all one and the same, the ilk.

If and only if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you're in a dream if I was in it

No other way to be than to be One with yourself, to be two or three is havin' a fit

Schizophrenic response to the chronic paranoia in and out of your life's philosophy

I'm for it and against it, I may change my mind & be neither but I thank you, see?

Made men and a royal cadre of women took the bull by it's horns & I'd say, got wired

Everything was made to dissolve back into the matrix of files, you knew all along, esse

Mirror everything whether you like it or not, it's not liberty or freedom that's required

Just because it's what it is doesn't mean that it will be what it is forever, father's best.

Nothing's easy but what Nothing is is anything but a big easy, Nothing's complex flu

A stimulus for this effect of ignorance provided by birth & death on Earth, I can't see

Not blinded by light but by the inability to reason from premise to conclusion, low IQ

Everything I could imagine is right here twixt my ears, glad t'was pounded by the sea.

A sexual healing is one way to put the swooning and swaying of the stoked high hopes

Early indoctrination by all to human, Thug schools, six two sixteen, assaults on ropes

If you don't fight for your right to be left alone and not picked on by bullies, you'll pay

Not in a good way, therefore the only alternative is survival of the fittest, bullies play.

At the finish line, it appears the same every time, every race ends in a hot rear end

Meaning. female of the species derriere muscles that drive animation's musk scent

All there is to happiness, of the garden of Eden, middle of deserts or end of life's term

State of mind, same one that kept you alive will sufficiently survive the worm's sperm.

Om is in all hands of nobody seen anywhere at any time, sexual healing darling's essay

Rubba dubba dub, three men's women in a horse trough tub, dead alive, it's all AOK

Meaning no need to be healed of pain & suffering mind on Jenny's block's vapor rub

Everything else is fine but the things themselves, all in & all out of a duck in a hot tub.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier IInd, MMXXII, Dimanche at 1010 hours & a major grati to both my cousine @NadineStephan for the #header & my wife @CarolAnnStephan for the #footer!

{ Blurred lines & sexual healing movin' up, down, in, out, in friction we trust all good boys & girls, link at https://youtu.be/cX6Tg7nh86Y, #Minnie/DaisySexualHealing & @ZZT LIVE in @NewJersey2003 link at https://youtu.be/JLqZsqdOrfY #RightOn to #JesusJustLeftChicagoAgain & @JohnCafferty #KillingTime430 link at https://youtu.be/GP6jiKNiKPM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SickenedUntoPleasurePressurePoints #NobodyToBlameButYou

INFANTS BORN TODAY WILL BE A 2022 A.D. MADE BABY, BADABOOM BADABING

All any of us need in our darkest hour is to know what it was all for?  Why did we come to go?

It makes little sense to the fun and games creator of humanity and civilization on Earth below

Down here on the bottom of the ground of being, I'm neither alive nor dead, it's alright, I see

I fell down on my own, I'll pull myself up by my bootstraps when I get some boots, I got Nike.

There's a will that's in the way when you are blocked from going your own way, so go mine

It's right at the end of the highway where the beach meets the sea, the water is runnin' fine

As if you didn't know what I know, either you are pretending or hiding and seeking the sign

On the left or the right angles that figure into the provocotive and the vile, benign invention.

Concave holes in your & my skulls give away secrets of the evolved CoVid strain of viral pills

It's holy any way you look at it, inside and outside, empty of all there is, it's all the hard sells

You can go straight to the end of the life you're gonna get in the long run, riff on the axe too

Chords complicated the memory of the melody and the lyrics, yet their clear, get laid in flu.

It is and always was written for you & I to find someday when the time was right for the Id

Hard to take the truth sometimes by the little baby programmed to suck & cry like a  l'il kid

Baby to adult and skippin' the middle teenage errors trying to perfect the nature of the roll

All sevens and elevens and no snake eyes from neither Diamondbacks nor Cobras have soul.

I had a consolation prize but It was destroyed by the loud music blastin' out my Bose 901's

I knew there was going to be law enforcement for my neighbors to shut down my hot buns

Inside of the house of three stories & outside at the pool's patio, I exist for a singular reason

To be right or wrong on Earth, maybe I'll lose it while asleep on railroad tracks, son, oh son!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier 1, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1159 PMPST Samadhi

{ Jammed this out listenin' to the #PointerSisters @ https://youtu.be/FTdF38AKfT0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?