#NoWorriesAllWorries #Caput #NothingMatters #AllEnergy @Mac #DIGwonder #Belladonna @StevieNix #NIX

DIG SUNRISE, DRIFTER ILLUSION, UP & DOWN, TIDE AT ONE

You have no standing when you're sitting down upon your rear admiral

Above and below the things that move and absorb one another's Cell

Living or not, the death is the food eaten to stay alive, as it always will

Dying is a necessary condition for your conception's failed control pill.

Immediately and from now until the end of infinity, you stroll in concert

With the beats and the rhythm's rhyme, to and fro, first & last in the dirt

Came from all food's death, all was alive, God's dam is good, it set sailed

Blew the wind at it all, dead & gone knuckles kept it, losers!  Y'all failed!

Known things and unknown forms remain invisible to my inner visionary

Joy to wake up in the AM just to rule my own little world, it is all my sins

I'm responsible for all sunshine & moonbeam reflections on jobs y'all, Ho

Sunshine and blue sky, my tiny illusion, my world, here, now, I gotta go!

Sung songs, painted pictures full of the dead meat that used to be happy

Grazing in pasture's grass, I'll be there when you return, where'd you go?

Had Faith, Hope & a loving Charity dream of salvation, a saved, safe Man

Then a war of death & destruction, Viet Nam killed a Word up, robot fan.

Corpuscles and muscles form the sight and sound of music, cosmic thump

Over when it is over, under a wannabe, holy soul's Spell, I inject a  dump

Filtered the Matter from the Energy, messed around with the mixed up It

Too human, male, female, mutation of DNA, intent/create random I-chit.

Last call to shut your eyes & as the night's sleep blocks all guilty pleasure

Remainder yields the melancholy pigs, cows, hens' #chickenfoot manure

Left behind by our ancestors, saga's divine comedy that ain't even funny

One Being cracked up into an infinite multiplicity, reality, tone deaf, Me!

Two left feet, can't dance, barely walk with crutches, wet-lippin' all joints

Mothers of pearl & the Marys who screwed their Gieuxs, got all god's sun

From tribes of continental drifts, Sunkeepin' apes divided by knife points

Earth 7th son, one Star in Space to redeem my lost & found, I'm this One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Jammed out listenin' to @FleetwoodMac #Landslide in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/WM7-PYtXtJM & #Dreams @ https://youtu.be/Y3ywicffOj4 & @StevieWonder #DontYouWorryBoutAThang @ https://youtu.be/RxsBc5p-dPU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoGoosedTheMoose #MyMama #YoPapa #SuperbowlLVI #GooseMothers & #WhichWitchIsWhich?

STILLBORN APES, BLUES, MORTAL SIN & HIGH DESPAIR

In the light of an unholy darkside of a full moon, where the sun's hide in a penumbra drone

For the sake of reason and a rational choice to be alive or not to be alive, y'all have fun, son

Perfect choice between a rock and a hard place, you've got nowhere to go out any exit door

Window of opportunity in & out of this place in Space & Time, pizza in a penthouse, devour.

Apollo to Zeus with or without the Isis and eyes of the Greco-Roman pantheon of ghosts

None too alive to be here and now right out of the box, they're words on rock & rice roll

Everything once up in smoke at the inevitable Nova or collapsing gravity's holy sepulchre

Dramamine dream within a dream was all it was cracked up to be, before I ate the pasture.

Grass is all gone, nothing more nor less than the seedless ground of potential flower growth

Absence of malice in the monks who learned to be without underwear or underarm scents

For reason's cool light of the infrared burn, the conclusion deduced is all you need, I indent

If and only if this is the silence that's golden then Nothing is A Thing, sign #LVI Superbowl Sin.

Masked and required to be a good guy chasin' down bad guys, a half-time of #CoolRapGods

#LVISuperBo has the score, it's an already done deal, you bet on the winner, high & low loser

Tight behind impossible to get in or out of, full of the processed matter turned trash of toads

Not our fault, look at the way the ball bounces, down due to the pull of the OLD undertaker.

You care or you don't give a hoot, if you're a cowboy or cowgirl, you know what I mean, so

Either you're all in or you're out for the duration of the struggle, you ain't my dependent ho

What I am is what I am & what you are, that's up to you, so figure, analyze conceptual chit

If what you see in the mirror, in the darkness without any light, is Nothing, then you got It.

Followed the science from the origin to the final destination, it is it's own super bowl of Ends

Common or not, every fraction has a numerator and denominator, what else is there friends?

You have some secret data from the Ones who died & left you Boss of the Words, who cares?

Now & then, you're cool essence, all too cool Hu-Man, too human, Easter rabbithole's hairs!

Splashin' the recycled, dirty laundry which has been in and out of the restaurant cave salons

Smoke and drink of your preference just as much as you can inhale and ingest, chicks & sons

Maybe the fathers are unknown, maybe they're suspected of being all the conceptions' Ones

Respect for your soul, your body & everything that you are NOT, friend, foe & the stars' suns.

Collapse with me, fall into the categories of substance and be the anomaly you thought died

Meaning to be dead and gone is to know what it's really like to be the One who doesn't care

If you don't know that the creation is attempting to cause it's own extinction, I abandon me

Not your fault about the murder, the wars, the accidental collisions of faith, hope & charity.

Here we go again, the prediction of the end is near, it's coming while you all are now & here

Tails chased in an infinite circular bunch of jerk-offs, they think that they are a living, evil fear

Counting, spelling, math and language, ethnography cannot infuse immortal, pyramid slaves

Exposed grandma's skull & bones, you knew IT would happen, #CoVid19's a mortal sin graves.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, February XIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AM #SuperbowlLVI #RAMSwinning

{ Killed a Word while listenin' to #KillAWord by @EricChurch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R3rR9euQ5-4 & #Resolutions #StayHungry @SebastianManiscalco link @ https://youtu.be/iuVVUl3YL7o & https://youtu.be/-sltIbrWSWw & THE #mESSEDuPoRIGINSoFmOTHERgOOSE link @ https://youtu.be/CoDDeIdfoMM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyLifeLooksAlrightOnTheGreenScreen #JamesDean #LeanAndMean #ImmaculateCollections & #MyOldLV #TheEagles

LET'S GO BRANDON!

PAPA VINCENZO LOMBARDI, ANGELIC RAMS WIN, DON'T PREACH

Nothing is more nor less than the phantasm right before your lying eyes, innocent nose

A dance with Spirits that bump one another in the night, a foregone conclusion blows

You will either be or not be happy with the fact that you're alive & exist on Earth dirt

Walking after crawling and beginning to run everything in sight, all that is, I am a flirt.

All nuclei in every cell of Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen & Carbon are One Nation of God

Another tiny brain with a mind like the rationalists and metaphysicists on a down low

Female, anthropic essence of the Yang, flip side of the Yang, Yin It is, battle of Kung Fu

Defending Life, The One, in & out of every form of life, circular jerk in a strange brew.

Morons moved the unmoved mover & brought the battle here & now, front & center

Weened from stepmother's teats, one after another dried up like a desert's hot sand

Sudden suspension of belief to tend to the survival of the most fit among the herd skin

That would be me, myself & I, no other than that, without me, it's dream cancellation.

Say it more than once, repeat ad infinitum for the young & old enough to know better

Peter, my great, great grandfather's great, great grandmother used to say, go 'scatter'

Trouble every day and night just trying to eat and stay happy, mean and sad kids rule

Every continent of daddies and mommies gave nobody any choice, ape DNA cesspool.

Sleep or stay wide awake as long as your bones remain stoned and happy to fight it

All bad, that evil apostate, staying alive, being unhappy that it's all over, a dead end

In the sea, above the atmosphere's gas, in the Void of nothing but Madonna & a god

Reality getting to be the fermented fiction it's always been, scared apes, bleed blood.

Celebrate the action & reaction as long as you can, it's not for you, get a heavenly buzz

If you have any karma from the past or the present, you've got a debt, tip's in the cup

You will repeat this trip if you don't until you equalize the thing, in you, in me, all of us

The Way's down, front & center there, #WIN now, ram champs, it's all over, light it up!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, February Xth, MMXXII @ 1:11 PM PST

{ #PushedOverTheBorderLIne @Madonna https://youtu.be/UstnMc__m54 & @TheEagles https://youtu.be/WeuaxvEI9Dw?list=PL5-XPpppyBaLKFjB78EjzE9piUm6y6mOH #Borders links }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SuperbowlLVI #TiedZeroToZeroInOT#CheerTailsFormOfTheHuman

 

ABOVE OR BELOW, 2022 #SuperbowlLVI

Incantation of the #SugarChuckles blown, arid air of recycled comet gas

Why you treat others like you don't wanna be treated, so put on your mask

Mugs' sickle cells, mutated RNA of Earth's orbital polarity, slave ship ahoy

I live just like every other son of Cicero & Chicago, paper routed altar boy.

Got music lessons, practice makes perfect, takin' bus drives back & forth

Got altarboy and choirboy and paperboy chores, time for pucks and balls

On or off of the ice, in a gym or out on the alley court, asphalt or concrete

Drumming up the dreams out of nowhere, rehash the IRL imagined sheet.

Honor mother's illegitimate conception of you, all here & now, be good kid

Fear nothin' other than Fear itself, fear the Fear, that's a wrap, it'll be done

Funk from the wagging tails of dogs, fly all over everywhere, what God did

In stealthy, invisible, untraceable form other than a deduction assumed It.

There is one way or another for you to find and evaluate the first premises

Moronic idiots, ignorant minds of the silver spoons & golden geese highs

Fiction of believing in the validity of the Science is ready & set to dissipate

With or without you and I, things themselves remain the same, divine Fate.

Step onto my slippery slope to jump to a conclusion that life is accidental

A random collision of atoms, Hydrogen to Neutrinos in a vacuum of #Hehl

Melted, disintegrated into a degraded biological robot, eat all gov't cheese

No charge to you, just eat what you've been gifted, bread, wine & a breeze.

Upon wakening from the slumber you've been in, never fill all of the cups

Doctor left the building, a finished Master's or a dissertational pHd scree

Pit & the Pendulum, if True is the rest of the story, the end of old foe f-ups

Truth about lies slipped on a slope of Reason's rhyme, all One, me or thee.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, February IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST

{ Bled out of the jugular vein before high noon, waitin' for the delicatessen to deliver...  oh, I'm the One, jammed this little ditty out while listenin' to @Weezer #TheEndofTheGame from #VanWeezer on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nBCRXu6eqMs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#PatheticPapaDontPreach #TradeDeadlinePass #WhoMadeWhom #LARAMS #Madonna #SuperbowlLVI #SnoopDreEmMJB #SURPRISESenFinale #FooFightFoodFighters

DEAD DOGS' #COWABUNGA, #SUPERBOWL_LVI &#WINNINGodds

Cancellation of the atmospheric pressure, silenced the noise, silence out of  fig pie holes

It ain't my fault that there was a misunderstanding about an Immortal feature, divine souls

Nothing to perceive without #Abracadabra, direct mind of one's self, blissful goods or evils

Inside of your head or any bone or limb of your corpus dillecti, there's nothing with balls.

Wish once or three times, more or less, creating the magic malfunctions & mocking dualities

Knowing the wisdom of the ending to the chess moves on the board of our world, my screes

On the mark before you get set, you're gettin' ready to go nowhere without a backroad to It

Where is the thing I'm talking about when I can't explain the appearance or It, invisible orbit.

Universal signs, in particular get the last laugh, the temporary yields to the permanent, Ahoy

Good to go for ships or songs about the slave ships that brought dark bones to the home boy

Fifty states from thirteen colonies onto the stage of the life and death of One beast of burden

Who cares other than yo' mama, abstracted chaos down the hatch, in her...holy grail Origin.

You've got to mention the Word, a spell of predication, meaning nothing other than gibberish

Subjects, verbs, objects, their adjectives and adverbs, conjunctions, interjections & swordfish

Annihilate your memory, never recollect anything from your past other than reading & writing

Just because you thought you were so pretty before you got old, now you remove your ring.

Married or even promised happens nevermore, you can bet your last dollar on that, no joke

Stars never move, we do, we spin, we wobble, we revolve around a burning lump of hydroke

It rhymes, the dream within a dream, like a song that has a good, groovy melody, #1 Hit song

You'll go nowhere fast, regardless of  your ilk, used or abused the theoretical physics' throng.

Justice being a ham sandwich, hungry or not, nearly put to death by the spoiled, putrid meats

Called it Bologna from the city in Italy that killed and cured the dead animals for culinary eats

Smoking snakes, cats and dogs have nothing to say about anything of the Human, all too cool

Apes in ecstasy regarding rock, statues of granite rock or any rock, any form of the beautiful.

Mystic and innocent, fathers of the sons whose mothers sang the foreign songs of dragon Ids

Breath of smoke and fire directed at your face, skin and bones, to reap the scat you created

Propostional logic created from a #BigBang & a Space-Time continuum, beyond pure reason

What is can not be what is not anything at all, if it is then I'll be a hillbilly, ignorant of V, son.

Magic and coincidence animate the matter, into anti-matter we become what the abyss is

Nothing, less than everything in particular and in general, it's mass and Space-Time dreams

As if you ain't gonna wake up from a dream, you won't die or stop Abracadabra heartbeats

Grace is inside & outside our faces, it's a pleasure to serve, eat, shat, it is done, failed feats.

It ain't your fault that you think and speak like someone deceived by lies from a holier crook

A sage explained the infinite to the finite, already gone to Hehl, babbling all pigs recollected

Get what's gotten, no need to accumulate It, machismo is here, in search of a miraculous nook

Beast and humane, stars cancel that data, it's all set in the planet's history, gods are all dead.

Abyss of sheeple, horses, pigs, chickens, dogs, cats, insects, macro-microscopic, viral icebergs

All of It, gain of function research find a Holy of Holies or finds a sight of the war, fears of ass

Microscopic nano GODS, sub-atomic, thoughtless yet accomplished, lock-step Jesus' cyborgs

Unmoved mover Voided It, left a robust goose, buddha's golden egg & a bleeding heart pass.

Sucker born every minute either @WCFields or @AlisterCrowley said it first or last, yo cats!

Dirty dancing behind a transparent piece of plastic, transparent barrier to stop foo fighters

They come in and out of our world, our atmosphere as we would if we could, y'all are all in

SMOKEY, rebellion of the Foo, there's fire & there's a fight that never happens, so they win.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ #JackedUp jammin' this ditty out while #JAMMIN ON SOME CONCERT @FooFighters jammin' youTube link @ https://youtu.be/aoWmrYiGTOM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BoogieTheBoogie #Bobolink #KickinStones #TopsZZ @AlistairCrowley #FooFighters

COME & PLAY ON MY BATTLEGROUND, NO FINALE, NO WIN 

Pretending you've got something to be happy about, had a B-ball

You did what you did and you've been held responsible for a Sin

Original, venial, mortal or celestial, sand's gone through the glass

How fast or how slow it gets repeated ad infinitum is up to us all.

Fundamental and first thing out of my mouth is on the lip smack

Out of the woods & into an old town menudo, drunk for a scuffle

Dance floor full of sawdust, outlaws, cowboys & cowgirls a sizzle

No apes, just some skin on bones in the darkness' of Hackensack.

Strobe lights go on, sundown just a memory, dark road ahead, Id

Ruling the inner ego & being arbiter of my ethics, a good god kid

Alive through the scuffles & the unconscious bruhahas, pork BBQ

Silver dreams, golden smiles, and more to do with Nothing new.

Pork on the BBQ, chops and T-bones for the minions to cut in two

Masticated in smaller bites than bytes, swallowed nearly or not

Disturbingly predictable, it's just a Heinrich maneuver away, FOO

Unidentified Flying Objects of outer space, so, I think I'm a robot!

Morbidity, quality of being on the way to die, all species comply

No free choice or alternative method to the madness, I'm my guy

Forearms and kneecaps used for the battle, winners always win

I had honor, strength, intent to rise above the fray, no splittin'.

Of leaves you've picked & grinned from a sole soul, a seed above

Below the ground, dirty tricks turned into the sleight of hand jive

Morality and the educated guesses at the race course's finish line

Searched, found, lost it & recollected the whole below, I am love.

I'm beaten, drawn the complexity in a motion picture's star saga

Gurgling every gasp, in and out of my lungs, no capacity for Gaga

Happiness is where it's at but I'm not there & I never will be free

I'm hot, on fire, Chicago white trash junky, playin' on a roll to be.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, February VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Skidded into the ice finale, on the seat of my pants & drafted this little ditty while jammin' on #DearPrudence by the @Beatles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wQA59IkCF5I }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NeedAFifthOnTheSixthToo #GTH #OutOfDodge #FOGHAT #LetsRide #LetsRock #LetsRoll #DrinksInMyHand #JackedUp4X4

 

INFINITE SPACE, REASON, SKITTLES, SINS n' THINGS

Sent o'er here to evaluate the status of this leftover marketplace, empty hue, Milky's Way

Final critique of pure reason to get you started, One's terrestrial journey, star singularity

With what stands for the above and below, this and that, opposite of mortality, an infinity

Children and adults, every culture of every continent, all of the dead ain't out of my today.

Indoctrination to One mind bent by 7 spins around a Star, yields aerodynamic backspins

As a twirling @Top or a @YoYo spins, all things go in circles because there's holy skins

Innocent when my parents conceived me, now inherited, Garden of Eden Guilt, Jet sons

A long time ago, it was done, before I was born, a hundred thousand bangs of shot guns.

As if there's a reason for no reason at all, continue ad infinitum for the miraculous search

Of being a baby boy or a baby girl, alive until in decrepit mode, as a flower or any atom

All in and all out of the system, down or up, it's a matter of Time in Space, This is It, Now

You cannot make this scat up!  It's a natural progression of the Calculus, drunk on a cow.

Chocolate or white as a pure, colorless mix trick in blanks, 12 gauge's L&L, hold your fire

Live & die by the sword, the knife or just jumping off of garage rooftops on a funeral pyre

Ain't my fault, stop the guilt trips, I ain't the one who was here 'fore I came, dad's godson

Deny until the cows come home, the Truth remains, #WhoMadeWho, that's the question!

Puppets or call them the dummies of the ventriloquist, move the Ways & Means garbage

Around in a circular jerking of their private parts that a fig leaf could hide, high stoneage

Birds of feathers flocked together, have-nots wanted what the haves got first, it's a War

Battles on the Front and the Rear of every coast, border to border, gunsmoke risen far.

Over & done, Man's population's been immobilized, neutralized ala #COVid19's batmen

Out of control, boys & girls mutated into citizen kings, queens & pontiffs who raise rents

Crusaders carried a Holy Grail from an original place, a Space to an unknown X's Zen

Married to mobs or a loner on a trip's bumpy road, lunar landing Void to Stone Silence.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, February VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 8:88 AMPST

{ #JammedOutMyHead in #StoneSilence internet is down, will reboot & play some #StoneBlue by @Foghat link ...  #ThereYouGo link @  https://youtu.be/c0McO4sY8pA }