#EyesSlitClosed #EyesWideOpen #SpitOnYourGrave #SpitOnMyGrave #SpitFireFlames @RickNelson @BruceSpringsteen

 I WANNA DRIVE HOME, BLOWN TULIPS OUT THE TWO LIPS

Clear and future danger that will turn from present to past in a NYC duck blind

Not only are you right when you're wrong, you're even left when tagged right

A paradox of the parrots and parakeets who fly within a gilded cage  barroom

You care as much as any other person for the forgotten matters all left behind.

Bums and junkies fill the empty spaces with the alcohol & scat smell of the Dead

Assume you're right about your conclusions, then what will happen?  Extinction?

Immortality of invisible souls that come out of & return to an unknown location

I am here as well as the rest of us, only you know like I know, we gotta have bread.

Both kinds, sandwich holders and the Jack, the Cabbage, stoked Cash money of fools

Spent it all, blew it all, got some more, spent all of that & invested the rest, I'm Rich

Not the wealth, it's the name of a swingin' dick, nicknamed Rich for sake of cool man

Smoked 20 in a pack for years, still alive and the lungs have atrophied into silt/sand.

I will never respond ever again, it's silence of the bacteria and virus within, soft kill

Ready to fade into the darkness of the sunset, an illusion of the mind, no sun to rise

Therefore, it cannot set, yet it does from our perspective's points, rearview of highs

Out of sight & mind, therefore I am nowhere to be found by anyone's hindsight lies.

Blowing the hell out of the concepts analyzed for the propositional logic to be apropos

Broken down to the common denominators of the One numerator, a fraction of a Self

Maybe half or less, possibly as little as a molecule or an atom, charm teat sub-neutron

Chargless waiting for a positive proton or a negative electron to stimulate the one sun.

Pick out some flowers from the garden of Eden, they will never die, don't panic, relax

No way to get to Nirvana while you're alive on the planet, if you go there is no return

One way, two way, freeway to heaven above, the only way to get down under below

Cultural norm, dot in the middle of nowhere, matrix' fear factor, so pucker up & blow.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday, 3-26-2022 Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted this gem out of the empty Void while listenin' to @SebastianManiscalco crackin' punch lines link @ https://youtu.be/iuVVUl3YL7o }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Cats2Cool

#WantedAliveOrDead #KillNoWordUntilYOUAreDead #ComprehendIncomprehensibleFormsOfMatter #RicoGotBy #RIP @TaylorHawkins

TO BURY HYSTERICAL BONES' IN A FOO FIGHT

Common grounded MUFON radical philosophy mutate FOO diamonds into Cheerios' godsuns

To see the dream as beginning without your intent & ending without permission, son oh sons

Foul balls give you more than three strikes to keep you in not out, never in nor out of GodSin

Intercoursing all main ingredient of this genome, pounding wet dreams into DNA mitosis skin.

All the black & blue skin contains the negative equity to the mortgage on the holy rubber soul

Stretched to a maximum extention, inseminating evolved apes, spiders & snakes, it's the goal

To be is only The Question, The Answer is "atONE", all too human pending doom, God's man

Government identification qualifies for the electric chairs and gas chambers of the hangmen.

Dab-Funk smoked and moonshine drunk to celebrate the Unknown 'x' in an equation's Day

Not Lysergic but maybe just sulferic & straight as an arrow, buckshot to the hypothalmus tip

Where the thoughts inside appear to be on the outside of your head, brain, fools on the ship

All cells movin' from end to end, circling back because that's the only way, One Way, my way.

Then again, you want to keep it up, never stop the cause and effect activity, life immortal too

Until a minor supernova hits the fan, I'm in the game to win it, rules or no rules, ain't no fool

Became hard as stone, a rocky top above and beyond the fray, help not below or above an It

I'm the only one who cares about my own necessary & sufficient condition, turnin' holy shyte.

Shine like the moon, drunken sons of moonshine bandits who rule a natural backwood roost

Where all plants & animals fool the solar system's same old rigmarole, egg of a golden goose

Up to the top of the food chain, wealth & health for the immortal One's pleasure, pump it up

It ain't always true or false, it's both sometimes when you're bad to the bone, talk to shut up!

Trip over your feet or your head, in some bizarre fashion, air blown to sound beats of a bass

Not a fish bass but a beat of strummin' strings & blowin' horns and poundin' skins in my face

Dont nobody wrong since infancy, I'm not guilty of everything I'm innocent of, all too humane

Rights, lefts, jab & uppercut you throw at me, I para & allow their passage into my woke pain.

I got a bottle with the genie inside, stashed away for emergencies & it's time for an unveiling

Rub one out until smoke forms into the scent of a woman, smoked her hot as a special effect

Fire was in and outside of the holy seat of the 208 bones granted to my charge, deadheading

From the Stop to the Finish Line, planetary moment in Time's pass, pass out then pass away!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked @China #China to the curb and rebooted the Cause & Effect of Cosmos while jammin' to the rambling, disconnected discourse of my radical inner @ID & the LIVE music of @BruceSpringsteen #STAYINGalive LIVE in @Brisbane link @ https://youtu.be/4n1GT-VjjVs?list=PLhDvnUPNDRns_Tl-7fvgVHUt-vtb4QLZh }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GiddyUp #GettyGetsJiggy #LOVE #EVOLVE #BluesBarkSoulSharks #PlantsEatMeatOnFridayToo

ONE SHADOW-CRUSHIN' TRIGGER, EXTINCTION'S IMMANENCE

All askew as it was at the Origin's conception inception, surfin' on holy twilight zones

Inside DNA Curls, you know exactly what I'll say, only meaning of life's open T-bones

We all are the wounded elements that Ma Earth could not appropriate from fake hell

Way down deep below the core of the dirty bits of rock, it all rollin' down a steep hill.

Aping 'IS' behavior of eating, drinking, refusing, mating, flying & dying, all's what I am

Of course you ain't the same you, drunk onto Nirvanaesque heaven, God's hell-damn

Where the angels always feared to go, to the end of Earth's corner, it's way too angelic

Like the father and mother in heaven, waiting for Nothing to happen, it's all so sick!

Yet, it's the way, Way is narrow and you stay upon it until you can't stand a fast pace

Slowed down is the last thing you want happening, rockin' Scat down to Pike's place

No chance to survive when you know Nothing but a name, we gotta be so game-hard

Walkin' up/down 1st avenue, 2nd street on a One Way to Augusta's Blvd, in your face.

Miracle defying natural cause and effect Laws of Gravitation and Annihilation, it's cool

Frozen in the hot fire and burning on the cold ice, it's One hot mother's funky gene po

Myopic in the microscopic, sub-atomic way, I see nothing, I know sweet Nothing's tide

Meaning of Substance spinning into the vortex of the Supernova, I enjoyed the ride!

If & only if you're ready to go, then get on your mark & get set, wait for the gun bangs

It's gonna come any second but you can't jump the gun, be fair & begin Time in Place

Here and now is the way of the babies grown to be the content of the characters faces

Dominated by the subordinates who were all C- students in public & parochial gangs.

End of the line, without any further ado to attempt a coup d'etat of the meat & bones

208 of them I'm in charge of, the others can just deal with their own Jolly Roger stones

Find the treasure that's hidden behind nothing, no silver or gold, not One lick of power

Sing songs, bang on drums, strum strings on metal & wood, blowin' my brass horns fir.

Long time or short time, either way the luck given can't be taken for granted, roll a die

If it's one thru six dots on each of the six square planes, two dice, one die, all's pi 3.14

Wait a minute, it's angles of the figures, geometry of the calculus, trigonometry tree

Got a letter but I can't read so I touched the ink & lead squiggles & I understood free.

It's a Dear John, I think it's all over and you have seen the light within your own soul

No need for my ultraviolet or infrared spectrum now that your hopelessness is a hole

Black without any color, not blinded by any light in the darkness, it's as a Void will be

One with Nothing and Everything in one monster ball of confusion, a tempting of ME!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, March XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST <3

{ Came jammin' to #MOTOWN singles (25 Original 45's) link @ https://youtu.be/znqVc6ll5ZQ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FlakeMetalOffTheBlockChips #ShootinShatBreezes #FireInTheHOLE

Y'ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR?  WE'RE ON THE MOON'S SOUTH POLE
Good, bad or abhorrent as it should be & always will be from day one, son
Daughters don't have babies just to have them be sentenced to gaol cells
Still the mind & the tailbone follows deep down into the soul of a dragon
Blowing your hair back behind the proverbial wall's bricks of dumb bells.

I & nobody else knows anything more than dead men all way long gone
Part of the whole shebang has the heads of state in the sand, line drawn
Lipstick on a pig or hog makes no difference, you appear stuck on a kiss
I can't move the muscles to pucker or smack, lip service isn't all for this.

Blood bleeding and the nerves are quaking, the case of the 3 piece suits
Lies and fabrication of the Truth, logic and reason use rationality boots
Knockin' them pretty regularly, once a day necessarily, maybe twice fold
Divided by two brings you back to the original order of the older world.

Argue with me and you'll cease and desist your engagement of combat
Self defense and offensive superiority are important to survive the scat
It may be buried or if it hits the fan it may be spread 360 degrees 'round
Rubber meets the road, driving ahead & rolling around ad infinitum fun.

Millions of billions of atoms that can neither be created nor destroyed
Uncertainty principle and the morning glory you see when you're dead
Actually the film stops, the movie ceases and desists at the finale's exit
On stage right or left, the center is in between, soap on a rope hung It.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, March XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Delaney&BonnieAndFriends #SoulShake youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Yx1tnSUudF8 & #FreeThePeople @ https://youtu.be/USYcoIZUU8o }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
 
#OneGibsonRanchGooseNeck

#CommonGround #GroundsForDivorce #FinishYourWhine then #YouShouldProbablyLeave #SayMyName

WHICH WITCH FOUND THE ITCH?  NOT ALL GODS WANNA DO-SI-DO

The day after I died did y'all raise a little hell on Earth, did you mourn God's present Id offense

No sweat, you got drunk and forgot about it anyways, therefore we'll move on to bitter Ends

At the points of no return, I've left the following instructions for the leftovers I left behind, ho

Compassion for the unfortunate, the ignorant, the innocent and the idiots who run the show.

Bewitched with a magic spell without a rhyme, without a wand to wave or a cute nose's shake

The cause of all of the effects I see in front of me is there, a First Cause is my conception ache

Gods atrophied and left the disinformation assumptions of the hopeless antimatter in utero

Deep Space unfound because it's everywhere else except where YOU are, you fascinating Ho.

Pork & beans, hamburger hoofs to heads keepin' the decomposition afloat, movin' the sinkers

In & out of the bacterial #CoVid19 virus farms both within & without me, matter of fact tears

Cryin' about all we are in the end, a cog in the machine, an atom of a molecular shape of zero

Supernova or black hole, either way we're located dead set in the middle of the roadkill hero.

Only you know like I know the thing itself comes before what the things exist, the form's idea

Nothing's 1st, then spontaneous life out of nowhere in Space, fire introduced onomatopoeia

On a mon uh pee yuh, it sounds like the word makes a sound, boom, tick-tock, & ding-dong

Yoyo ain't like that since it only goes up, down & all around, goes away & comes back along.

My self is humbled by the honor to serve & protect the weak and unprotected minor him/her

Created them and abandoned holy, infinite maintenance schedule to keep on knockin' Boots

Long way around or shortcut, always my way or the highway, Venus flies my ship's Jolly Roger

Hack-E-Sack kickin' it up and all around without a hand touch, head, up and down, evil's Roots.

Bobolinks and hobbits feeling the common human's pain and suffering, a worthy COVid19 ID

It makes perfect sense if it didn't before when you had insufficient data, now y'all know all of It

What it is to exist as a human being, to be conceived and will have become extinct, it's let's go

Meaning of a Void around a flat Earth is just as you assumed & imagined, a slow ride Do-Si-Do.

In the heat of the night and the frost of the day, struggle is all there is, there's no way out of it

Stay here & now for a minute & you absorb the energy by sunshine and masticating the dead

Things must move from beginning to end without a break, no pause, continuous momentum

Either you run or hide, all the neutrinos are gonna find The Way, He knows HTF to get home!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ #KissThis #FoulBalls #LowBalls #NoBalls & drafted while jammin' to the @O'Jays @DarylsHouse2016 link @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

a miracle, spontaneous combustion

#ForTheSakeForsakenSakiForsoothe #SmoothGrooveSlideToEcstaticOrgasmicOneness @LouisArmstrongAndHisHotFive @LaurelAndHardy #TheFlyingDeuces

CANDYBARS, DONUTS & BEAT MEAT OF A SHIP'S FLEET

The fortnight's been calculated for the two weeks you've got left to exist on this star dirt bit
What you've been doin' since infancy and all through the solo bone flight through a play skit
Chipped away at your invisible imagination until there was nothing left but an old black hole
On a pogo stick or underground where the diamonds, rubies & sapphires rule, slapshot goal.

Lard or the invisible spirit-ghost smoke of the thin air that rises to the sphere's stratus Ends
Nothing before you were conceived is the same it'll be after you've survived & deactivated
All in the name of Love, Faith & the vain Hope that something or someone outside here cares
About the fact that we're multiplying like a virus in a devolving descent into the caput Dead.

I know & you know nothing about the Faith in tales handed down from illiterate invertebrates
Spiders, snakes, flies, mammals, plants from core to the stratosphere of planet Earth's sin debt
We all have begun the trip, the cruise upon this dirty surf bed that I love to deep dive for baits
Hung upon the hooks, going with the flow of the current, up or down from the blindest dates.

Only you & I know what the fair game is since we've created the rules & laws of Monkeymen
I pack both a bag & some heat while I pack the court with my justice on high, on the downlow
Like you were, your brothers, uncles & aunts were and all of y'all still are until the ending Zen
Deep down, for the last Time in this microscopic Space, I be the God Am I a clown candy men?

Barkin' up the right tree since there's only One, single tree of knowledge, an aces high wisdom
Royal flush ace high or just a pair of deuces in a sluice box without being a winner, loser dumb
Great pretender Butch being a Margie for the mix of DNA if and only mutation is natural select
Program that can't be amended after the conception of the data, counter-evolutionary insect.

Here's a salad to toss, a cornucopia of altarboy inter-conjunctions, God's Earth, bein' grooved
Transformation of the grim reaper's leftovers, in cadavers' cartoons, animated beef, T-boned
Stocks up, Oils up but will someday cease & desist, stone silence leaves nothing to be proved
What it is, eternity sucks hectic life/wind out the Void, everyday awaiting God's SHIPS, stoned.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, March XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Jammed out the Void while hooked up with the @SantanaIII link @ https://youtu.be/amEer__zXdE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#PlayedByPlayers #CheckmateKingQueenOnFire #SharpDressedMenInHardRock #PutMeInCoach #JokersWild

SO, HOOCH IS EVERYTHING & #PI NEVER BLINKS 3.14

In a philosophical quandary, you argued for the presence of red mud

Rational deduction allows for the probability that Nothing is certain

Nothing like the finite or infinite matter decay, the impossible's a sin

Matter can create & destroy it All, a divinity's ghost-rich DNA blood.

As the men and women who have left the gravitational pull of scum

Appreciation for invisible things taken for granted out of nowheres

Here and now, then and there the same thing happens, ad infinitum

Pundits and idiots compare notes and arrive at identical Yogi bears.

Nouns & the subjects-objects they name, stand for places & things

Pronouns stand for the reference to the possessiveness of the self

Calling it or her or him, we all, everyone of us, live 'til the bell rings

Pinnacle of success is taking One final gasp of gas, smokin' TopShelf.

On the top or the bottom, the look is to the center, same old story

You wake up, you stay aware of the body's need to survive, you rest

Unconscious or not, Mind rest is a necessary condition of efficiency

What I am is what we all are, evolution's story, lucky to be a guest!

Used to look sharp as a tack a long time ago, six decades bein' a tool

Eventually we all gotta go and I'll leave the planet surface kickin' a boot

Scootin' or knockin' 'em, I won't stop until my last gasp for gas, It's cool

Nefarious and undercover, it's a spy vs spy high, the joke's on me too.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March XXIInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ #JustOneMoreThing drafted this while jammin' to @JohnFogerty & @BillyFGibbons #LookinForLove link @ https://youtu.be/lAOKwD0gabU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TacticalNuclearWeapons & #WORDsUP #KillAllWords #YOmama

WORD KILL, ROAD KILL & FLAMES OUT, A DARKNESS MORPHED INTO LIGHT

Here and now only the strong survive the games of mankind, survival of the unfit is The Ends

Of the humans or mice, pieces of scat pie in locomotion, solution or problem, fakin' godsends

Punks who were raised in orphanages and mansions of the demi-gods keepin' it real in a hole

Black without any burning atoms causing fire and the light that photosynthesises your Soul.

Thoroughbreds as you may or may not be, nothing matters in the end, except honor of the ash

Bones buried, incinerated or sunk down into sea salt's Davy Jones' locker, a rubber soul cache

Gilded with the elemental lead and gold, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen enough to go out & in

Making the carbon end to be the annihilation of the Divine gods & evolved monkey's man sin.

Hold on to your thought for your own final attempt to grasp your own value for vital breath

In & out until it doesn't work any longer, soul gone, nervous system shutdown switch death

A serious miracle you've gone rogue without leaving any signature of your X markin' the spot

Marking no spot, wanting and giving no trouble to mice nor men, I see no evil yet hear a lot!

Begin with wherever you were, whatever you can recollect from your first realization of Ego

What I want is what I want and who you are and what you want are of no consequence Bro

What the educated dead know for certain, the illiterate living confirm as Truth, It is Nothing

Nothing but Mother Earth's burned-out, dirty star ash, we used to be a Super Nova bee sting.

You will see what I shall see the moment before the rupture with reality as we know it, eh?

Naked Truth or Fake News have one and the same outcome, until death do we all depart It

Predicates to motivate subjects & objects in perpetuity, dreams within dreams' skies of blue

A playlist for the A students & the F students, the song remains at One, upon lake or a bayou.

Assume the position, upright, upside down, downside is that you have no choice, it's your job

To be or not to be in the center of the Truth is an illusion provided by Aristotle, Plato & a guy

Names of the continental crops reaped and sewn from the cold, dead hands of our holy tribe

Games rules broken, reconstituted dirty ash of burned particles A to Z, kill a word, a diatribe.

Look out below, the bombs are away goin' down with gravity and the rudder on auto pilot

Onto the center of the bullseye, where angels fear to go, a direct hit means annihilation shot

Took a parsec or two flyin' through Space at an infinite Time but it's all about the beat's feel

Rockin' rollin' or swayin' and swingin', it's your play, you know the rules, Pass Go & Get Real!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, March XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{  #PlanningForHolocaust101  #ForgetAboutIt  #ExtinctionOfGenome drafted this masterpeace of my ID while listenin' to the @DoobieBrothers #ListenToTheMusic & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DkytJLoxGmQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PotsSmoked #PansPetered #MothersScrewedThePutsch #DevilsAndLordsOfYoMama

RUBBERBANDMAN,  BUMS' BRIBES #ScrewedThePutsch, ON COMMON GROUND

Time for all of God's dams to flood with created Oneness to the common ground beef

Without love & hate which is confusing to begin with, everything's to fooling the chief

I got here naked as a J-bird, I don't know how you arrived, ala stork or immaculate con

It's not my job to cast aspersions, I came here as I was before my pa & ma got it all on.

Seventy years ain't that long, trippin' around a burnin' out ball of gas, my star, my sun

We all have a ball as long as it lasts, sooner than later, it's all over, so have a grandson

Or two or twenty, don't stop until the music ends, when it's over, it's all over, Believe!

It's a bunch of pronouns & verbs with the adjectives makin' it look like more than chit.

Girls in red sundresses to an old, decrepit man doesn't help forgive the imaginary tips

Of old men, boys, babies, balls of conceived DNA coded cells without the luck of Ships

Ones that float and cruise at a hundred knots an hour, speed don't kill it's just as quick

As water melts out of the snow burning off dirty bird peaks, god's dam's are my schtik.

Nothing like a heart fallin', knockin' boots, leftovers when y'all dead & gone, baboom

My enemies, my friends are in concert with the movement of symphonics, I presume

A concert of harmony, chords & strums of beats & airborne horn racket, gettin' loose

Every single note, treble and bass, in harmony or offbeat, dreamin' I'm knockin' boots.

Educated from the single cell of two merged into One, early or late, Truth remains too

Thrown down like Daniels' drinks and Jose's shots in the dark, clear light uncovers blue

All lucky cons in Ireland, Brittain, USA, all 7 continents, wobble in a revolutionary wake

Paranoid with nothing better to do, go out for a pass but you're only gettin' the #Fake.

My jolly nature to ridicule the genome, way back in '67 as I turned 16 & I got shot too

With the injections of virus and bacteria blockers, deep into my arms & soul, all threw

Viral bacterial subwoofers & tweeters inside of my amplifier infested, it's why I came

King's joker Ego is out of control, Fink First Cause of the whole shebang, all that I am.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, March XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while loopin' @EttaJames #GottaServeSomebody @ https://youtu.be/WPYzvvaLhjw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#SheLovesMySheetRocks