#SomethinBoutAGirlInAREDsundress #TheWorstIsYetToCome #BringItMFers

TOMCATS  OUT KNOCKIN' BOOTS, GOT COOLER CATS #MAYA & #ISIS

Bums and junk users, junk peddlers and the ilk of the homeless, jobless, one feckless brood

Men, boys and their mothers trained them as well as they were equipped, uh, not so lewd

Yet here we are, like beggin' cats waitin' to be force fed, lookin' for fresh water good guys

Found myself all alone but totally capable and self-sufficient, just wanted to share my flys.

Common denominator generator with no alternator, I fix myself drinks, no hangover tick tock

Coming right out of nowhere which is merely out of my personal oversight, hit me like a brick

Hate's got nothing to do with relationships, it's an eating thing, cook it & it tastes a bit better

If it walks, crawls, jumps or flies, humanity finds it a lot less human, therefore edible in butter.

Fat or thin, love and life are on a one way highway from the Origin to Ends of my leased days

Your or my origin is the identical thing itself, keep on truckin' baby on the way to the holidays

When you only play and have fun, 24/7 without a break, no sleep time or rest for the wicked

Flowers for your honey or just a 3 course meal & dessert, I promise, I'll good before I'm dead.

Or maybe not so much bad, mostly good but deep down inside I'm aware that I am really ugly

Fine to be this way, no expectations & I can't disappoint the ones who care, truckin' you'll see

When I'm far side of dead and gone, to laugh at infinity and it's pretenders to a vacant throne

No man!  Nothing all too human about Things, holy atoms move Rocks to Roll divinity's bone.

Misty mountains before they dry up into dust in empty Space, microscopic to the macrocosm

Grown and decayed to remain steady in a vain hope and chimera of a dream, mankind schism

Away from the Truth to whatever is further away from the Truth as any human can be, a hole

No light from a burning ball of Hydrogen, supernova, nova or black hole, I am what I am, OH!

Adopted or invented from good, bad or ugly boys in a tropical or concrete jungle, This is IT

That's life is what the orphanage advised, live it until you die, hope for the best, just do It

What we all do is all we can do, nothing more nor less than the standard of being alive now

Premature burial with the soil of the extinct star comin' down on your face, hey, Let's Blow!

The Ides of March come & go before we know it, it's a time for greeting the sign to beware

Looking out for the safety of your bones, to keep your heart beating & lungs breathing air

Without which we're dead as a door nail, lifeless verve with no time for doing, doing, doing

Never free to meditate upon the vegetation and the flow of H2O, it's all there is, Meow Sing!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 3-12-2022 @ 555 AMPST

{ Punched out of the psyche early this AM while jammin' to a #BigDeal #SomethinBoutATruck @Kip_Moore link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#Redux #Flashback #February2019 #FOOTBALL #BASEBALL #BASKETBALL #SUPERBALLSBOWL #JUSTWINBABY #HotPINK @PINK #DelShannon #RunAway

WTF DOES THAT MEAN?  #PIA *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

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You and your ilk are fortunate that I don’t like to eat people or you’d all be extinct

Me and my species’ predilection is for the shrubbery grown out the dirt’s sewer sink

Utter satisfaction with the present because it is what it is and there’s no changin’ it

Not even a beautiful, smilin’ human face could crack the ice on the stone cold #Pink.

Fresh flesh, flush with the corpuscles of the muscles given from atomic fission, a Cell

Invasion of the alien force that triggers the acid to replicate it’s code and piles of Hell

Pumps of air without effect, nothing can affect the process, it’s radioactive, DNA I dare

Everybody knows what it means when the angels come and say, “I’ll take you there!”

Music, sounds of beats, back and up behind, way down to the middle of your bones’ fame

Where no light ever shines, nothing is known intimately, there is no more playin’ a game

Rules of the game are the same ones they downloaded at the beginning, home in the ZZz

Maker, creator, Unknown X factor, taking credit for an accidental crash of heaven’s bodies.

Conceptual analysis is The Way to discover the crease in the bilge of nonsense, full of ZaZen

On the nature of being human on an apparent sphere of experience, soon a mind’s forgotten

A Plane of Time and Space dimension, real &/or imagined, nevertheless, what we’ve all got

It’s the thing itself, the noumena of phenomena, our purpose for being, why we’re hot to trot.

If the innocence within you cares to survive, drop this page, pretend you never heard, blood

A day before your mother conceived your father’s wanton splash of immanent domain, kissed

Blessing Center Void, a Singularity in the middle of a Black Hole, love’s what I got, collapsed

Adam’s fault, just the way the ball bounces baby! Carbon monoxide, naked apes, Zeus’ gods!

by

r j j stephan, i { *header is the Gorilla swagger-bust from the #SacramentoZoo }

c. February 20 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Fergie #TheTime #BlackEyedPeas & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JwQZQygg3Lk }

F I N I S

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#WARtheBand #HouseOfRuth60HomersCaused1929Depression #Apeman #MrEd & #BabeRuthToo #WatchYourSIXTopGun #VietNamMoves

3-11-22 #SESAME STREETS' & NO-NO #BOTS WITH @MLB

If possible then continue with the conceptual analysis for the conclusion, All's well done

If you believe that then I have some swamp land in Florida, I annexed it from a red son

High ape, animated 208 bones, a Hu=Man, Cro-Magnon stank stunk of odiferous phart

Junkies can get in my way, they want what I've collected in my Buy-Wise shopping cart.

Now then, if you push enough of the buttons you'll start the machine's operation, a cycle

Unicycle, bicycle, tricycle or four wheel drive Tesla F09, all battery operated, oil deleted

No natural gas or unnatural refined oil petroleum for the dinosaurs, hum job for men

All the genome's Yin or Yang ever required was the Hum, it's a good vibration, a Seed.

Complex as a simple atom of a molecule of Hydrogen that mutates into Helium, It's done

Nothing more nor less than this, songs with music of archangels' moot points, tons of fun

Come on man, get out a Thesaurus & Webster's Word, look it up, alphabetical order son

From Z to A the writing singed into the rock walls of the caves, here today, now all gone.

We're here, we don't know why, we create a false narrative, we dis our mothers & fathers

Why?  This genetic formation is the End of Time, a figurative Truth's literal funk of hers

Talkin' of her soil, her boulders left over from frozen Kryptonite, I'm One, a big Muddy

A backward flow upstream & a current's lightspeed gravity rush to the mouth of the sea.

When I was young, I was trained to be old before I aged to 100, spent 90 years right here

Among the related and the unrelated to the forms I called kin, older brother, little sister

Climbed atop the mountain and when I stopped to look out and listen for the Word, I fell

Rolled down faster than 32 feet per second, velocity unknown stalled momentum to Hell.

For simple minds in motherless slums without fathers, phillips screwed motherless kids

Monkeys will not survive, they are not the fittest among the accidental Big Bang of God

Looks like rats & roaches may be the Ones, the only ones who'll survive the Atom splits

Blame yourself for your position in this universe, you live & die, that's all folks, It's...

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, March Eleventh, 2022 Anno Domini @ 644 AMPST

{ The idiot follows and leads over the cliff, follow me, I'm the #PiedPiper, LOL's drafted while jammin' to #PiedPier by @CrispianStPeters (1966) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFdSOppmkNw RIP @EmilioDelgado https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emilio_Delgado }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

#WARGAMES #NORULES #WhichWitchGlitch #LetsGoBrandon

 

SO, TEN TO ONE, TIME'S MONEY, NOTHING MATTERS

It's nearly impossible to swallow the worm you've unearthed, I go fish

Results are coming in one end and out of the other, tiny piece of schit

Sonambolistic animation of the thing itself, whatever the organs dish

Amongst ourselves and everybody else, that's all folks, we're all of It.

You must be an idiot or a moron, no choice, but to become a wall's gadfly

Nobody on this planet or solar system's galaxy can guess the end of Time

Space is easy to know, you are right here in this spot of whiskey and wine

Drunk on high, frickin' war goin' on, tactical nuclear weapons to blow, I.

Either blow your mind away or collapse your soul into a black hole's End

Ways and means to cause the effect are an occult, magic spell of A Word

Punks, outlaws, civilization's junk peddlers and users who kill our babies

One by one from neglect & abuse into incarceration, tattoo tear my eyes.

Don't need signs to stop or go with caution, I will not surrender or yield

Missiles on my shoulder or in the holy ground we'll blow asunder, Wield!

Extinction was immanent from the original program of the DNA, brutally

It's the responsibility & fault of bad Chinese rubber tires, blown rubbers!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini #CentralPlanning @ 711 AMPST

{ Unlicensed #BetMe, yet it doesn't suck to be me, how 'bout you?  Drafted while listenin' to some weirdo blather which YOU WILL LOVE, entertainin' my libido, link @ https://youtu.be/-V4xrsivjFg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HappyDays #WouldBeNice #IsNice #BeNice #KarmaRules #CaseyAtBat #TheBeachboys #TheBeatles

PHOTOSHOPPED MUGSHOT, CORPSE LEFTOVERS AD INFINITUM

Out of left field, get used to running for foul balls, all in the stands outta play with feet

Nothing alive will live ever, all dead remain the same, nuclear unmoved mover of suns

Nobody knows anything for certain, we suspect we're gonna die like our food we eat

Logic, reason, deduction, induction, propositional logic lead to irrefutable conclusions.

Pump up the jerky idiots to lead them to believe they're a special case of evolution pie

Cut off from the love and pain inherited from the DNA of the revered in reverse, a lie

That this life is anything more than an accidental collision of random quarks, that's it

Can't create something from Nothing & no human can, all too human to pretend chit.

Children created from mixture of a Big Bang's disposed of waste & the wise ass of gods

Ready to learn the Truth, age of Reason at seven or never again, eyes opened hot rods

Drag racing on the quarter mile, high eights with an overhead cam & nitro injection gin

On the finish line, nobody fears losing, a winner always wins, losers are the mortal sin!

Big or little bottles filled with the liquid nitrogen and hydrogen, ready to be a hot Sun

Will to the power to Supernova or just implode into the Black Hole of the Original true

Monkeys flying around in the trees, swingin' from vines, snatchin' bananas, two too

Apes mere evolved snakes from grass, it is as it's always been, like that, It Is All Done.

Hurry up and wait a minute or an hour, it's all the same, nobody can wait but Wait!

Wake up, smell the coffee, it's all we've got, the hot, boiled content of a string bean

Comin' into the brain to trick the mind into the #Woke mode of being, happy, merry

Now is the Time, this is the place in Space, freedom to be, live Free, gawdamit, Die!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ #PunishYou #PunishYoMama #StealWords & drafted this while jammin' to the Vibes of @BeachBoys #WouldntItBeNice #What? on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dmcNbsLCpBQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HunterSThompson @HunterThompson

SILVER TRANSMUTED INTO GOLD, BYGONES WATER INTO CHERRY VINO

Heartbroken by a zipper made at a first beat, barked up a tree, open dream

Remember the meaning of the key to the locked box when there is no hope 

Underground & under the bridges over the rivers that run, ridin' dirty pope

You may be high or drunk when you read this, if so, ya know it's two thirty.

A last call for alcohol I shouted to an empty baroom of ghosts with tattoos

You know & I know that nobody gets out of here alive, perpetual rainbows

Rain and shine will find me underneath the hot, burning, atomic job-blows

With water, milk, dead plants & animals, we'll love 'til we run out of clues!

Gods flying jets all over the air space of seven continents and island refuges

Bombs away all over the carpet, rectangular smoke screen cover up please

Switch off your projector and your silver screen, lights out, darker & darker

360 degrees to modify a microscopic presence, fragmented radii diameter.

Motion is sometimes locomotion if the engine pulls the weight on my tracks

Trippin' on your own two feet is the M.O. of the swingin' hip ones of my eye

Chances are I'll be hookin' up with one or the other, it's my soul callin' tricks

Wired and higher than the highest mountain top, Mt Everest below me pie.

Looking and hearing the goods, the matter & forms, it nearly makes sense

Bangin' the hot pounder that needs the movement & a feral attitude lens

It could be worse you could have said what was really on your mind, caput

Leave you alone, no problem, leave me alone, bend over man, kiss my fruit.

Last call for the alcohol festered out of the ground pounders & their sons

Daughters and wives all cookin' the spells up with unwritten incarnations

That lady and guy, them & the others coast to coast, all seven continents

Senses cancelled their functions, taste & smell, sight and sound, touch left.

I am what I am, can't stand no more, scored triple doubles, shirt-skins win

What the issue can be is that there's a winner & a loser or both, all audiofile

Seriously & in no random order, moved to In & Out for triple-double style

Sound out my mouth's clear & loud, when it's over, it's over, I drink my gin.

Nailed the thieves up against the timber with 16 penny nails, hurt 'em bad

Paidback the karma for the stolen and broken, none of it my fault, all yours

Chartreuse and fuschia crayola eating contest won by the free and the brave

Girls without dads, moms with no sons' eyes blinkin', in 6 foot deep graves.

Programmed for freedom & a formidable adversary of indentured servants

Mo, Maureen, Joe & GeriLynn all went for it at the same time, wise savants

From 8 miles up higher that the ground gets pounded, I am powering it up

Height of God's Climax, moved & animated old deadheads, drunk on a cup.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Phishing' in fine Columbian and Cuervo Gold, caught my limit, Unlicensed all the while listenin' to #TimeOutOFMind by @SteelyDan at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RKz_G4wrJ-8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RhondaWouldNotHelp #ShesGone #DeeperThanGodKnows @ABBA etc, etc, etc...

ALREADY ALL OVER IN WOMBS OF YO' MOTHERS

You may be out of your mind but I'm not out of mine, it's Einstein to you

I don't know the physics equations of the wizard who knows true value

Of pi or x or y not even a miracle can change it, it's one constant cosign

Figures squiggled onto walls and then paper and finally a laptop screen.

Fixed up like in high school in '67, proms and parties for the girls o' mine

There were too many to list in this short space and it takes a longer time

Cuervo gold and Columbian makin' all nights away from home bearable

Barely bearable, in reality fairly nerve wracking at best, at worst, #Hehl!

My gods didn't help at all, Greek or Roman all forget to be supernatural

Needing the hammer of Thor to smash the embrace I have around you

Girl, like birds of a feather, we're stickin' together, I will never waiver it

The stuck I love, nothing else will surpass the ecstasy you've found, pal.

Speaking of that lady who comes into your life sets your holy soul on fire

Never did that 'fore that keester time, it was like a flu shot in the derriere

It's over nearly as soon as you feel the pain's fake knowledge, fakin' fear

As it's always been, the mystery's for me to know & for you to find dear!

I never knew because nobody else knew & nobody could raise the dead

California girls & that west coast sunshine pulled me north to south poles

Waves slammin' into the Pac-oceanic coastline & skyline of Sierra's holes

I got around in & out of town, made Time, put me down, Nothing is said.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, March VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to #GodOnlyKnows by @TheBeachBoys link @ https://youtu.be/u90beUXTKwo & #JOJO by @BozScaggs link @ https://youtu.be/Pw2lytRwWGI & #UncleAlbert by @PaulMcCartney link @ https://youtu.be/UvUkPtSheyg & #CaliforniaGirls by @TheBeachBoys link @ https://youtu.be/cdNRiZ0kwR8 & OK, @ABBA #MamaMia  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

E=mC2 eh, oh mama mia?

@AllmanBrothersConcert & a cornucopia of blood, sweat & tears out the hippies & cowboys of the 2thousand-Teens & 2020's

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ROSEVILLE ROADMEN OF TENT CITY, A CROOKED GOLF COURSE & RAILROAD MORGUE

Stood straight up on the rocks to roll over & kick stones to the curbs of heaven & hell's dues

To live on cloud nine forever until the soul disintegrates into the Void, the Black Hole of gods

Don't shoot the messenger because the message is indecipherable, you need get really loose

All up to you & nobody else, no ma, pa, bro, sis, son, daughter, cousin, aunt or uncle hotrods.

Bunks both top and bottom, now have a middle finger stuck in a jug's bottomless black hole

Who gets more jacked up than the fat boys who got fed by the food stamps and herb dough

It ain't your fault kids, it's your absentee fathers and worse yet, the ones who stayed to Win

To Place and to Show was never enough for #1, in the mud, in the blood & the beer & a fin.

Ma and Pa won't help you behind the bars without your teeth, decayed bitin' on The Apple

Behind the mirrors and the hollywood lights, there IS a secret place you'll see soon enough

It'll come when you don't expect it, in the north or south, no hemisphere above or below It

Jacked up inside & outside of the whole shebang, ask a moron, ask an idiot, they know shyt.

Compared to the decomposition of the composition, your freedom mythology is on the Rhine

It comes out of the sun, the moon and the stars, it makes you dance & rock like a bum scum

Not my fault I play dumb, it's all anybody's got, rednecks & hippies get along on a thin Dime

Huntin' & fishin' growin' the moonshine to town, the sheriff is my Uncle, wave and drink rum.

Spun my rubber down into a deep rut, no way but the One Way, that's my way or a highway

Children's parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, friends & their enemies, it's wet mud in the sky

Fix up your locomotion for yourself & your neighbors, make sure they've got a get-a-way ride

Hard to walk fast enough when your feet are rotten by Jambalaya and Pine, dentist don't say.

Sweet or sour, hot & cold, soft & hard as the rocks under your pebble beach & deep blue sea

Full house with the aces over kings, can't be beat except a full house of hearts, hidden trump

Schizophrenia and paranoia are the symptoms of the Great Depression, real boys die like men

Girls and women wait and watch the Hollywood movie and wish, hope for the lives of the sin.

Where you get everything you want and need, anytime you want or need anything, It Is Done

As above, so below, the narrow way or the hard way, the One or the Many ways to the Scum

It comes out of the twirling whirl of the world, the spin and wobble of the leftover Big Bangin'

Sons and daughters of the dogs of war, bums just scarred pieces of planetary refuse, oh sons!

No Place here & now to run from the ones comin' after you, paranoia will kill you with a blow

Com se, com sa!  What's the problem with stealing & killing innocent people?  10CC's, my god

Women and men will always be there when the eyes lids stick wide open, holy mother of Ra

Rats and roaches crawled into the picture, below and above the stage of a surrealistic pillow.

To stay alive and awake, out of a jail pen of incarcerated, disobedient fools, junkies & pigeons

I get the blame, you get it too, nobody else is responsible for The Life you got, son of my sons

Plugs in 12-gauge shotgun holes that finished the job on my trunk's skin & bones, I'm all gone

Blood tracks of my conscious self when my brain bled to a deep purple override, I'm all done!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, March VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to #LipsNeedLockin #SugarStirrin #KnockinBoots by @Luke_Bryan in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ioz93bSi2uc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?