#Beats #Bonks #BumsOnHwy160 @AliciaKeyes cryin' #AintButOneWayOut #CantGoOutTheDoor #Sorry #HappilyMarriedMan #MightBeYoManIJustDontKnow @STYX

 

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EXTINCT PEOPLE ATE COLD CORNPONE & DRANK CUERVO GOLD

Don't shoot the messenger man, I began this dream, you know the one I mean?  You.

Meaning not me, you in the singular and plural sense, no nonsense, a sixth sense screw

As in the species' extinction or survival of the fittest, you got an advantage here & now

None of the dead and neither the aborted or born unborn faetuses are alive, yet I am.

Remember this my girls who came from the other men's loins, disguised as The Father

Hades just the same as the heavens above and below this ground of being, I Am A One

Neither of us will ever see the light of the revolutionary days in 3000 AD, so have fun

No choice other than all too human nulliparous function of the calculus, son, oh son!

Daughters care about the boys goin' off to war without getting the seeds of destiny

Embryonic or not, Earth's planetary orbit about the white dwarf or whatever Sun Is

Sonny boys and good, little girls goin' to L.A. or the NYC, forever same as never ever

Meaning of the Word, historical records of philosophies of wise women's sons' glee.

They thought that living meant nothing if you did not know why you screw the dates

That is the thing, without you, without me, there's nothing, no men or women mates

Guilty pleasure all inside of your skull, firing off the neurotic neurons, a spinnin' wheel

But one last thing, last gulp of the trip down the hatch, this trip was a grave old deal.

Disfunction of the heartbeat, it stops pumpin' the iron out of blocked ventricular dust

Ghost's recollection fade into deep space where At Rest is blind faith's departed rust

Big sister made me get on this one side and not on the other side, where UFO's park it

Changing the water into wine, it's better to drink and get high as cumulus cloud phqit.

Fussing with all of the microcosms on the edge of the twilight zone, you can't forget It

Fact is, you and I both know for certain that all of the dead folks you've seen are gone

James or Richard, fame & the fortune of the Word, the sound of the name, it's the chit

Of the queens who found the kings to punch the egg full of a mighty Word, cornpone.

Too fast to live and not young enough to die, you gotta be born out of the Void's first

Abort worm species' chance of survival until the Big Bang repeats as a collapsing dicks

Holy and black, deeper than the sea we know here and now, gargantuan bone hearse

Everyone & everything is at One or it's broken up into a Tequila hangover, A-bomb fix.

Lady luck has nothing to do with the myth that we're here, lucky to be the pillow fluff

Dreamin' something to do with being sentenced to hard time, here you are without fur

Love and the lack of it is all it's about, beautiful or ugly, inside you want the same stuff

What it is?  Feeling the care for another, the selflessness of being in love with another.

Or the loss of it all, last breath to breathe in & out, no more starshine, old news fakes

Gasp!  Caput.  Now then, beauty in the devil's disguise gettin' me burned at the stakes

Good day in shared Hades southbound lanes, Witch's Warlocks & me in a Fast Lane ID

Paid tolls, shots down in aborted flames, carcasses' souls' silver dollars & a #19 CoVid.

Gods' underground, above & below it, neither in nor of nor about it, a backstage pass

Yo' self is all there is, see you tomorrow but never again yesterday, it is all gone y'alls

My mistaken sight & sound present & moving until I can't be moved on, I am the last

Birth, Death, Infinity, it's a subway or a beltway or a skyway, home sweet home calls.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March the Fifth, Twenty-Twenty-Two Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{  Fresh @AllmanBrothers inkblot merge with the Unknown listenin' to #SweetMelissa & #HITS of the gypsies link @ https://youtu.be/veBhBMfKOhc & #HappilyMarriedMan by @DuaneAllmanAnthologyVolII }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeDontGottaGoFeedTheCat #FidgityMidgets #WoodenChairRockin #JailHouseRock

69 RED LIGHTS FOR A HOMER STUD, A HILLBILLY DELUXE #WTFIITY

Whenever the dawn brings the enlightenment of the ignorance, it's alright to be cock-blocked

It ain't my fault the others didn't have an intelligencia mother & father who knew, son oh son

The Truth of the centuries before their birth was all logged in to the bibliotheque, folks rocked

World from baby bottles & potty training false flags is the way it is, logic's reason for treason.

Into the immaterial fog of war & material fantasy of the imagination, I go for a century or less

Nobody knows & most don't care to know that life for every living thing is transitory, confess

Black & White Russians punch drunk one after another, expresso shots & Vodka, Roll me One

In the flower beds of stone dead in the garden of Eden, apple tree's byte logos, fake Wisdom.

Freedom or not, an illusion or reality, don't shoot the messenger, must have eyes' wide slant

Psychobabble or clear & conclusive without a shadow of doubt, either way, you're gonna sin

Divine definition of disobedience to commands of the boss, the ruler, the captain, my captain

Format for the refutation of the maniacal is, looking into the mirror in the dark, I just can't!

Scared to be in the dark, alone with out my teddy bear that's not alive yet gets privilege, milk

No hind teats for the first to come and the first to be served, under a spell to be carbonic silk

Apes in mummified form turned to the planet's cosmic dust, as above so below, same ol' song

It goes a little somethin' like this... I got the dough some young guns to smoke/hit God's bong.

Cats with cool, blown horns' infinitesimal holes, full of bones & skin, strung-out on deadwood

Superior power fading away a favorite son's molecular structure of DNA, extinction's all good

Broken down to the absolute lowest denominator, point is .969333 Russian/USSR vodka high

All you can do is think about it CATS, Time's point in Space is moot, so get drunk, stomp & fly!

Polish off the oxidation from the surface and the platinum reflection of light would blind us

We'll never know what happens after we die, just like those who've already lived as a 7th son

Left over some confirmation before the depravation but that wasn't enough, t'was a big fuss

Argued over spilt milk, blood rashes on asphalt, BBQ'd pigs with hotdogs, all @69, it is done!

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r j j  stephan, i  #WTFIITY

c.  Vendredi, March Fourth, XXMMII @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted gettin' full of #Columbian & #CuervoGold & listenin' to @SteelyDan #Gaucho on link @ https://youtu.be/cvg5mbM6FGs  & @Mary_Wells loop #MyGuy link @ https://youtu.be/QZSPtEv6R7g & @Kid_Rock #AlaPhqnBama  @ https://youtu.be/Lib5Tk_giW4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CeLive #ThatsLife #DealWithIt #ItAintMyFault #PowerTowerOsborneBroAppropo #OldBlueEyes

AMIGAS OF 3-3-2022, MAMA MIA ON A FLIGHT IN AN ORCHID NUTSHELL

Here's the end justifying the means, no matter and no energy withheld from the nuclei's ilk

I shall go from nowhere to somewhere in no time flat, as above it is, so below it will always be

Ape systems are go, from cause to the effect ad infinitum, it's a dream within a dream's blink

My Sicilian grandmother always advised me of the fact that "Monkeys see & monkeys do!" EH.

Punk that I was evolved from was the product of the #OvertonWindow, I'm in a holy row boat

Inside of the mind, within the cranial contents of our noggins, there's a revolt to live or to die

One more than the two left over from the final world's war on Earth, the planet's coup d'egrat

Up and down from the island and the empty paradise, nothing's left, One is caput, a dirty rat!

What I am's what I've always been whether known or not, atomic disintegration, a Braille sign

No proof for the morons and idiots who turn into sledge hammers & screws of a fake red line

Mirror the appearance's reflection in a swan's song on swan's lake, microbial stars of the suns

Sensation from toes and feet on the ground up tot he top of the hardened heads of my sons.

Better than a presence of existence is Eternity beyond sensation of full bodies and holy minds

Thoughts on the subjects & objects we predicate and deduce from inductive, psychotic pines

Whoa is me and you, happy to be here for a fraction of a mixed number, decimal of a holy fall

Spirits that roll with or without our awareness' permission have deposited The Ends, that's all!

Winking and nodding at the consciousness of wisdom, I can't believe the Truth, I swallow a lie

That I'll live after my body dies is the Lie I believe, maybe you all do too, maybe you ain't high

That you'd have to be to believe that buried or burned bones, grounded or sunk, volcano lava

They ain't me, this body ain't me, I ain't gonna admit it but God's dead & gone, DADDY, Mama!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @FrankSinatra #ThatsLife on youTube link @   #ItsComplicatedWarrior #BrainFog #Tastelessness #StompinOnADream #ThatsLife @FrankSinatra https://youtu.be/TnlPtaPxXfc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

COVID Dinner Discussion - SNL @Armstrong_GettyShow @kste650AM

#GodsBarfedGemsJewelsBeerWhiskey #ThatsAllFolks #Bugs #TheGenerals & #DaveyCrockettToo #SanAntonioAlamoMe1971 #EyeSawBetsy

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SHARPSHOT TENNESSEE, CROCKETT LEGEND'S #nojoke

Lalaland lost & I've found what I'd lost, I never, ever gave up the blind faith in hope, total diss

If you see me you won't be able to catch me until you're on the other side of the iron gate

Bars are straight up in the 100 feet over my head, I can't get out, I won't get out alive, mate

Impersonal as I'm speaking, I mean to include your thoughts as you feign surprise, near miss.

I am not what I was or will be, I am what I am, exactly in this single moment, flash in the pans

Wearing the skin and bones, I hope something within that is invisible to sensory perceptions

I'm spearfishin' because I can't wait for the fish to bite the hook full of bait, dying in the beds

Either I eat the living after death as I boil or fry them to death or I suck only life of dead heads.

Crushed into ash, loaded into a stone bowl to burn & stoke a fire, smokin' it, y'all gone high up

Don't know how the lungs allow the blood to carry the atoms to the cerebral cortex, magic cup

Mercy & Love mere words without any intent to exhibit the qualities, just don't lose goodness

Nothing hurts or heals with Time, mortal wounds allow charity's descent into holy emptiness.

An inhabitant of the thing itself, no makeup can cover up the insight nor the oversight of gods

Either there's One or there's many, either way we are just the pawns on the chessboard pods

All things from subatomic to macrocosmic entities involved in this Oneness is a collective matrix

Rules & regulations make no difference, you'll die even if you're a tough jerk with tricky tricks.

Equator weather of the angels feels different than New York or Montana, I'm down by a river

I live in a van, I bought with cash when I got laid off with a Xmas bonus, foot in the door kicker

I fish for supper, I eat a lot of jerky and dried fruit, nuts and legumes ready for my inline I-V

You can't have everything, it could be worse unless you're in LaLaLand, so you can & it can't!

Imagine an imaginary vision like creating a cartoon inside of your mind's eye, it's a dream, I fly

Walking and being wide open to the figments of human imagination, I'm alive & I'm gonna die

With or without you in the hereafter, all the same, what'll be will be the way it's always been

In a supersonic jet leaving slipstreams behind, hypersonic-chronic bad air, as above, so below.

When the generals talk, admirals get ticked off in the submarines, from top to air, land & sea

Battleships, destroyers, tankers and carriers of jets & cannons, to dole out the thunder strikes

Death to life is a part of the battles of War, some get out alive but a mental mess or amputee

I say I ain't just talking, I'm gonna blip the wingman of the enemy, I'll blowup the king's dykes.

In the end, when the smoke settles and the silence returns to the daily din of fear & loathing

Everything remains the same, there's no other way, it's the only way it can be, Queen's King

Checked and mated with the smooth moves of the cassanova and the jezabel who don't care

About mAs, pAs, sis & bros, YIPPEE AYE YIPPEE AYO, a 3YO Crockett killed a GD #BAR.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March 2nd, 2022 Anno Domini @ 111 AMPST

{  Jammed with some guffaws at the mighty #POTUS @Ronald_Reagan tellin' #SovietJOkes link @ https://youtu.be/mN3z3eSVG7A @ricoSacto #ricoSacto }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PinkFloydPigFloatsMoneyToThePig #WingChung

 SQUARED PIG TWEETS OF ICE-CUBED STRIKES & THE ARRIVAL OF WANG

Deeper fade than a pass on a bridge o'er frozen water, #PlayBall beside heavy metal selves

Can't open the cans or bottles to get the emptiness preserved by the vacuum of deep spaces

Honoring the narrow way by deleting any other way to move ahead is the function of calculus

My lead followed becomes the trigger of extinction, splitting One into the Many, I got a buzz!

Fault to go around to be responsible but I'm irresponsible as usual, Holy of the Holy's all gone

Ghosts & spirits that used to move the stones and liquid mud closer toward extinction's dawn

Swords, knives & knowledge to delete Marie and Antonio, leftovers for Mary & Tony to be On

Surface and vacuum of your inner sanctum, a vector pointed to pop, so kiss the skies my Son!

Parked at a stop sign, burning rubber and squealing like a pig off the line, 1/4 mile under ten

Victory in Defeat are the only two outcomes of this game, it's a roll of die or a full house hand

You are going to die, children, women and old men, just because you hate COVid19 & DNA

Destroy you and yours, that will be the end of it, species extinction, launch the arsenal's sky.

Here and now, stupid idiots and translating morons' speeches into logical conundrum's sea

Dark black sea without a bottom, without being dead as a door's nails, all the iron maids see

Beyond good & evil, living and dead things build mountains of rock to roll pantys, gotta blow

Why do you breathe in and out?  Are you out your mind, don't know & don't care to know.

Eating the living after it's dead, that's what we do, how about you?  Are you in?  I am all in

Inherited this position in the middle of nowhere, began with & will end with nothing at all

Here and there is Space & here & now is Time, material world of matter doesn't matter too

It's exactly the same as it was before your conception, S.O.S. after dissolution of me & you.

Adam's apple lost in the western civilization after Orientals left the spices mixed in holy fun

Of the warm gun pointed in the main line's direction, ready to confuse A bambino of A One

Seventh son brought the dawn on, revolved & pulled the triggered along, one hotty's spark

Projectile Kool-Aid AFDC at #Projects' Windy City, where bad, good or ugly square the mark.

Marked the dust with the "Z" for Zorro, not only am I not but also will I never be, the gato Z

Stealing from the rich to give to the poor merely a ruse to protect the property and gold fee

Charged for the toll to bypass the bridge over the troubled, black water falls of the gold river

Intruders intrusion won't be complete 'til the final dump triumph, bittersweet tweet twitter.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March 1st, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Crafted in bits and pieces of Ate while watchin' @Darren_Wang #SuperMe (China 2021) link @ https://youtu.be/uTlIvy6dANg & #InsideTheCIA #OnCompanyBusiness link @ https://youtu.be/EYrznlDTE_M & #Delta8 @BabeRuth @CoVid19 #BestHighlights @ https://youtu.be/6-4Z2rMcFo8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoRegrets #OutOfBreath #ItsUndone @PrivateSNAFU etc etc etc #LooneyTunesInPerpetuity

JIG'S UP BOYS, HULLABALOO 'BOUT A BALLY WHO?  ZILCH*

Don't tell any mothers or girls that the sun's beating like a sledge hammer on an empty TV set

Gravity & a great wide-open that's neither fixed nor variable, win out of place in a show, I bet

Third stone from the star, we've been suckin' off of hind teat at the solar system's galactic titty

Of wet hydrogen & oxygen, gangsters doin' 30 days, on an infinite trip on what it is just to be.

A human being, a wonder woman and super man grown from an egg, split by an alien microbe

Here and now is where we all are at this time, 2022 years after God's gift, to be for 12 months

Repeat ad infinitum, what goes around certainly comes around, even that lonesome highway

Or the train to Memphis or even on down to New Orleans, I speak French, you see?  Oui, oui.

I thought about this and that a lot, just like everybody else, our parents had the dead end DNA

Now we've got it, all of us without an exception, unless you're a clone from a test-tube of PETA

Listen carefully to the theme, gist of the philosophy headed away out of a dark, black hole sun

Cause of both first & final atomic split is All or Nothing, dreams in neutrino fusion, son, oh son.

Since you'll be the only one dying when it's time for you to die, I don't want to remind you, yo

But there's going to be a time down the road to Escondido that we'll hitchhike on through too

Somewhere there's a space and a safe place to stay out of the Way, where demons fear to go

Not only to recollect the miraculous things that have happened in life since birth but too blue.

I can write and express my inner thoughts just fine, whether they're incomprehensible or not

The words that I make flesh by staying dry ink stained on sheer tree pulp or cyberspace datum

Mothers of Mary & fathers of Joseph let the orphans raise themselves with amoral supervision

You see what you get when you pretend to be the King or Queen of mankind, fix a crucifixion.

Above and below the signs that will tell you where to go if and only if you can read bonanza

Sounds to the deaf are void, sights tot he blind are emptiness, taste of the good, bad & ugly

Gives off the smell and leads to the touch of silky, easy rhythm and blues, I know God, I see

Toes tappin' and head's bobbin' while 208 bones be rockin' dawn to dusk, or is it vice versa?

Stay with me, a few more steps to the final ebb and flow, it's easy and it won't be out of order

Paradise and the lack of it can't be created, it always was and always will be, for the One, see?

Drive it on home before the finale's curtain drops, stay loose & don't lose it, Time is to murder

Scantily clad with a will to thrill a monkey chill up my spine, I cannot say how much I love her.

Sudden impact of the power you've gleaned from the wisdom trove of the world's recordings

On paper or in cyberspace, the result is a historical record of thinking about why heaven sings

You do hear that noise don't you?  It's constant so maybe that's why you don't care anymore

I probably did lose some  #touch but I gained the lead speedin' around the dead man's curve.

Sent my clothes to the cleaners & my jewelry to the lost & unfounded corpus dillecti on the fly

Four score and seven years ago from 1863 in Gettysburg, replay wayback machine, go too high

Thinkin' at best clearly with logical deductions yielding the fruit of knowledge and a wolf call

Bugs Bunny Best Ever on the spin of the link, yields X formula for the bouncing ping pong ball.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

*Header is my own fingered, fresh iPhone click last week in Monterey, California!

{ Crafted out of the corral while listenin' to #BeerForMyHorses by @TobyKeith & @WillieNelson in an infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M & 57 1/2 minutes of @LooneyTunes #BugsBunnyCompilation link @ https://youtu.be/Q8AZ16uBhr8 & @LooneyTunes #HollywoodStepsOut -1941 link @https://youtu.be/xOFG_qmoH8I }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY 95TH BIRTHDAY DAD, RIP DEAR SIR, THE MIGHTY, my main man, ALBERT RICHARD STEPHAN #HappyBirthdayPops

#AnimalsCrackers @MarxBros & a #ColaGodMother & @Skynyrd & @Springsteen etal

I'M STRAPPED FOR THIS 1, HAPPY 95TH B-DAY POPS, YO ALBERT, Y'ALL IN ON THE FIXES

Disregard your mothers of gods, they knew nothing yet survived the evolution of surreal monsters of a cosmic world

Common denominators spreading the rumours and propaganda to the meek and suffering on the way to the cliffs

To meet the maker, the creator even if it's Nothing at All, as it appears to be an illusion of the sensory perceptions

Of men and mice, it's predator or prey and that is all, grow vegetables and fruit but you gotta eat beasts' burdens.

I don't want to be one of the ones eaten, I desire the effort to be followed post-mortem, dust my bones in Cosmos

Where I come from, it's not heaven or hell my father and mother came from, it's this planet's dusty rock that rolls

Around the clock and around the star that shines with the blown hydrogen atoms flowing in a loving Time sharing

Last or first breath of fresh air is wanted, it's a very good thing, it's a gift from a caring Unknown queen or a king.

Taxes and income for the labor after the strike of workers who didn't mind the beating and torture, refused moves

Of the pawns, rooks & knights of the castles, there were checks on the mates until the 32 fell on the 64, Onenesses

Morons, junk peddlers of the Third Kind, among the mice and men who devour things in sight, raw or decomposed

High on the breeding of the artificial intelligence, the logic and reason of the substance and form vendors, all dead.

All I know, all that we all are from soul down to the bone marrow of the godsends is One on an O ring cubed song

About circling the elliptical and wobbling the gas, the liquid and the solid Soul of God or else the Null and the Void

This atomic revolutionary idea caused the Ends to become the present, nobody's fault, nobody's blame to take on

Cause and effect of allowing the apes to find the Gold and the Silver without the Power, the crusaders of celluloid.

Film heroines and heroes who are unnatural, unlike the real things of human consciousness are really living Steves

Look around you at the football, the baseball, the basketball, the hockey and soccer games, masks cover the ugly lips

As they speak the Truth or Lies of the day, the moments that fly by between the sleeping dreams at nightfallen eves

Gods spoke to noone and wrote nothing down in any language, mankind made the lemonade, drunken sailor slips.

Omega and Alpha of my dear father and mother were my life's origin, egg and sperm I Am where it begins & ends

No form-transform changes the Truth of One Thing Itself, I am what I am & I can't stands no more, Popeye laments

Hole of the holy where angels feared to roam, you never saw one fly here & now, they never existed, my ol' friends

Will to survive the Constant, a Fact of Life, if you're alive, you're gonna die, maybe painful & feel just like the Bends.

Happy Birthday #95th POPS!  Is heaven there like you told me to believe from the nuns & fathers of the holy faith?

Did you and mom get to see all of the popes since Jesus died on the cross for the mortality sins created by One God?

Hey, it was a myth right?  You gotta admit it now at least, right?  I'm OK with that, it's not your fault to be blinded

By the Light or the darkness lack of the burning star in the middle of deep space of an infinite Cosmos, you dead?

No, you can't predict the outcome, nobody comes back & gives the secret to the minions, they gotta live & die son

Like their ancestors before them, wild-eyed and bushy tailed bunnies ready to fight and die for no good GD reason

Any reason just to avoid the ennui that results from knowing that You are here and now and soon you will not be

Lucky you're still strapped in, Time's launching a legend, superior head of steam on One flagella, still One, The Only.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, February XXVIIth, MCMXXVII {2-27-1927} @ 1201 AMCST

{  #Badaboom #BamBam that one's for you pops! #WindAtMyBackForever   Share it amongst your winged friends!  #HappyBirthdayDaddio }

F I N I S

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