#FishForFree #FireInTheHole

LEAK FROM A QUANTUM 1ST CAUSE OF SPACE & TIME

What are you hacking into the system's plausible deniability, iron curtain is a meme

No rust or any fire in the hole, black funk wreck on the highway with or without me

Road rage moving the oligarchs to impose the #MarshalLaw inherited from cavemen

Getting the luck to give up the ghost and allow the universe to express mortal sin.

Bolts drilled into both sides of your neck to control the charge of your power in L.A.

All of It and none of It push and pull the energy that animates your bone buckskin

Stuffed with the pablum of your green and yellow food for thought, own the hoopla

Driven into the pockets of the billiard table from hell where only the 8 balls go in.

A chameleon to rupture the dimension you occupy, changing shape and shade too

Form to be here and now, with or without you & I, as a fly on the wall, I'm kinda blue

Reason and rhyme won't do the sentimental journey any justice, it's a cruel solo duel

Nobody else other than the one within, same one in the light and the dark, gold rule.

Silence and the white noise of utter chaos together forever, on Earth & Heaven above

Punch you in the face and feel the knuckles pass through the skin and bone to the ID

Where the personality stays for the duration of the pain and suffering, pleasure love

All for the sake of avoiding Death, retaining breath, safe & sound, my world born free.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, April 2nd, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @WARtheBand #TheWorldsAGhetto link @ https://youtu.be/VmheOZtLn3U }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ParkItOrAnnhilateYourSpark #NealYoungWillRemember #WhereTheGovernorsTrue #FunnyCarsDraggin

A VOID EAGLE SWEET HOME I SAID, I LIED, I DIED

If Time is the same thing as Money, then Matter is the form itself, not a god Am thing

Out the muddy water & rocks that rolled on down a cinematographic slippery sloping

Insider of the Earth demands that you are of it and neither below nor ever above It all

To be of It, to be one and only one I'll ever be, y'all reincarnate in a rude, woke brawl.

Pi 3.14 on the thin line to triple without reaching what it takes to drop on a rifle sight viz

Multipled all that there was to divide the compound into it's most uncommon substance

Atoms of the thing itself without being more or less than Nothing at all, All those charms

Bring your pea-shooter to the gunfight, get ready and set to draw, one or both firearms.

Eternity is a byte of the immortal body to consume until the Void is left, chaffe of Empty

Egg or molecule, neutron, planet or moon pie's hole in the sky, crackin' humpty dumpty

I have had my final call to answer the question I never got asked, "Do you wanna crack?"

Up to bat with two outs and a full count in the bottom of the ninth, losin' One to Jack!

Bored by the pool of ennui that overflowed from the river Styx, now a pond to a lake to a sea

Glad or sad, a clown's face painted on the skull, empty head vacuum of thoughtful mediocrity

I will draft your mothers and fathers and leave y'all youngsters behind to fend for yourselves

Only the strong beasts will survive the onslaught of Extinction of the Species, god-nazi elves!

I dropped the bomb on you & me from the jet flyer 8 miles high, before the end of days I'm in

Lost the bones ability to move to & fro due to the soul's blood flow ceasing & desisting co-Sin

Meaning actions, words and all that there is from birth to death, all a sham, meant less than 0

All for One & One for All lucky ones, it was my pleasure to serve A Mass, lips together & blow!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  April Fool's Day ONE, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted in company of @LynyrdSkynyrdSpiritSouthlandBammyFLA link @https://youtu.be/x0njSOZ5M3w }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CareerAdvisorRetired #FigureItOutInABrickHouse

 

DISGRACE, IN A DRAG RACE FOR ONE HAPPY ENDING

What kind of a piece of refused, digested food are you anyways, mortality just driftin'

I know what I know & it's impossible to hold Truth within my head's safari, I'm surfin'

Liberty in a livery stable, where the haystacks meet deep underground on hickory dock

What good does all of the evil do for the ones who are about to spend life on the clock.

Father gave me the wheels to roll with ease, up and down the second city's boulevards

Fallin' in love with my high school girls 'cause the college girl sisters all moved far away

Pennance for the guilt of the Catholics, Christians who fall for Blind Faith's rockin' roll

Godman-made, unarmed missiles of an atomic age's atonement of a Lapis Lazuli soul.

Holy hard rock, core to surface, dust trash of one Big Bang, leftovers, a fractional zero

Pink punks and the mater intercoursers who cause every effect until a singularity blow

Implode on the self & the elements of hydrogen & oxygen, annhilating mortality's sin

Check out this tale, you are an instant conception, planned or not, to live, to die, begin.

Monkeys aping the activity of culture, living, mating, dying, ad infinitum, mock divinity

To not be here now & never to have ever been here at all is UNREAL, out of the picture

I think, therefore we all are the thing itself, the Earth's animated bug-like bones of God

If we ain't divine then we're exhaust-garbage, shadows in black UV light, we a hot, rod.

Spelling, phonetical appropriation of the Word, sound of the spheres, to be & not to be

Repeat once more & then don't stop until you're as naked as a day you were born free

Grim reapers perfection is that there's no consolidation, it is what Is & it's everythings'

Matter, cosmic dust to smithereens as if there's no infinite father, sons or holy ghosts.

Born to be aware, to be conscious of being alive, above or below this here thing itself

Orphaned or raised unto fruition, poor and rich terrestrial funk, ladies' germs top shelf

Evil lurked within then came out for the party, worn out from the drug & booze stupor

Entered a genie's bottle & got held back forever without The Rub, a Wish, Holy Whore.

I heard the shotgun shell load into the chamber's slide to sever life from the organ fair

3.14 everything under this burning 'pi' of gas consumes itself, for the sake of the Terre

Eaten in a garden of paradise grass, the one who has it all, the One almighty thing I am

Consuming all of the cache, as a bone of meat, my form's dream ends, a shaman sham.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted out of the infinite empty Void while listenin' to 2 1/2 hours of the Sweet Memories of #MotownGreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/J3WwuW1Ebyc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ON BEING... A DIRTY GOLD BALL OF DIRT ROCKIN' ROLLED JOINTS, PHILLY TO CORONA, OLD general IN A COUP D'ETAT STOOP, & DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN, fear me not! I AM One 7th Son

Four Foul Stanzas

What it is, this substance of underground wisdom of Coca Cola & rum

Since you don't know me & I don't know you, words may go in one ear

And right out of the other ear without registering the power of wisdom

To see the Way of warriors who are brave & fight for death, it's dumb.

When you can, slow down, think about The Nature of being here & now

It's not a game if you don't know the rules of the road to this hoosgow

Which is the future and what was the past for real, nobody knows it all

There are few humans born and raised on Earth who play on a big ball.

I spit on the expenses to repair cracks in the psychic relations with God

Expenses liquidated in a budget without money, original-sin red blood

Animated germs grown out of control upto a terminal supine position

When the conglomeration of specialized cells of DNA atrophy & end sin.

Mayhem's the Word, every day, chaos reigns as my origin, daylight life

Truth appears False, vice versa boogyman's dark, wow dude on my wife

It's not their fault but it's their obligation to overwealm the white Gods

Black gods aren't apparent in the ancient literature paintings of Moors.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Cocksure blood from Zeus, drafted while listenin' to #HeadKnockers by @Foreigner link @ https://youtu.be/3uYyzadMfXA & @Kingsman #LouieLouis @ https://youtu.be/1RZJ4ESU52U for 60's #SockHoppers like me!  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

NowWhosLaughinlllllllll

4th foul station situation

#Snake #Serpant #Dragon #DropTheBAAL #AliensLandedInEgypt #SystematicDismantlingOfEarth

ZEITGEIST HANGIN', A STAIN OF STAYIN' ALIVE , UV-MAGIC THEATER

At one in a black hole, I've been in this space before and after the low tides rolled in
Upon the third stage of the fourth act, the finale was nothing more than a faded out
Into the twilight zone where I was before I was conceived, where's your soul headed?
Up, up and away is all I can say, it's not going to be down below, I am gold not dead.

Now then, for the lame bones left over in the bag or box, my gods rejoice no return
Back to the sinkhole of the timeless dimension in the infinite dot, babies all will burn
Not just because it's cruel but it's because that's the way it has to be, y'all gonna die
Staying between invisible lines using sixth senses of knowing that all ghosts do is fly.

Your soul that moves your skull and bones social entity is a temporarily a living guy
Moving from the crib to the sleeping bag by the railroad tracks & onto the condo lie
Bought & paid for by the good taxpayers of a state's Golden Ore, as if you don't say
Not where mama conceived nor birthed my 208 bones & loved me but far, far away.

Spunk of the spankings that trained the behavior to avoid pain & suffering, to run
Fast and for a long time until the threat is left so far behind it will never find a sun
Nothing but the night of the pending doom, as an unstoppable waterfall it descends
At thirty-two feet per second, every second I breathe in and out of the Void, it ends.

Then I wake up and although I'm not #Woke as the Many love to be, I am #Awake
That is more than enough for the reward I received as a gracious receiver of #Cake
This walk on Earth between birth and death is a gift, I've got the best of infinity's Id
Deep or shallow, all in the gang, the #FilthyMouth of comedy & tragedy, be the Kid!

Settle it out of court, the tragedy is you've been broken in two by the dragon firefly
Rags to glad-rags and the front row of the acting Romeos & Juliettes of wood & holly
Punks, junkies, wise artists of the words, the angles, the rules of the road & the facts
Neverland doesn't exist but the land of the Free does, be here, awake, dream, relax.

Tell all of the girls that we've got a lot and we need to hang on because it's all of It
Astronauts and cosmonauts testified that Nothing is everything else other than US
Whether or not anyone likes the Truth, you've got to try the salt-lick first, you'll see
All of this from the first to the last breath is all you can do, live life, good just to Be.

Burned or rewarded with a smile on your corpse's lips at the last gasp, eyes bulged
Man or woman, any animal & plant of every species has an identical fate, dead, gone
Happiness will die like it or not for Nature of our world is actually chaos & hot fire
Mother Earth or the mother who carried each of us in the willing womb god squired.

Sweet pies to dessert on before you leave the scenes of the dine, last supper or snack
Noose with a slipknot is a Divine way of appearing to be a Supreme being's haystack
Like a needle underneath my skin, your words injected the irresistible spelling Sin
Mortal, venial, original errors all my fault, I'm not responsible, they're here, I win!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March XXIXth, MMXXII @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted whil jamin' to @Bruce_Springsteen @Brisbane in 2014 #StayinAlive link @ https://youtu.be/4n1GT-VjjVs & @TopTenAncientSecrets link of the snake @ https://youtu.be/3cXDll-K49k }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontAbortMeMan

#ItHappened #MandelaEffect #YourNoMama @JeffDunham #FlashbackDummies

CAT PAWS AFOOT ON COOL TILE, FARMIN' the 'HOOD

I've got some good news and some bad news and if you've already heard it, then it's same ol'
Songs with words that rhyme or not, either way it's the only way, a freeway to a deeper hole
Than the one you get buried in six feet more or less underground, fact of life include my zen
It is all you're going to glean from the harvest, it's the same every year, over and over again.

The wet market has the bats grounded into a powder and blend the dust with white pepper
Sold to the unknown consumer who would eat cadaver soup if it wasn't labeled a dead bat
Matter and energy did combine in some Space and cause this Time, finite or immortal scat
Mothers of all wars and fathers of fake peace on Earth, laid down their arms for A-bomb fir.

Morphology of your & my DNA has nothing in common with the extinction of the species
Extinction's cause is built into the code, it's a fail-safe for the mission impossible to seize
From the clutching claws of the cats in the hood to the dogs in the alleys and backwood
All wanna kill & eat me, drink my blood but not you, you're a regular piece of scat-hood.

Something is lost and nothing has been found to be exactly where it is, like it or not too
Common ground above the atmosphere's stratosphere, an impossible set for a 3rd stage
Harder they come, harder they fall, blast the One, it just ain't what was in holy mind, ever
All the time, 24 & 7 I knew it had to be, no other way but the highway, function forever.

If we all leave the Present for the Future, there'll be nobody to recollect & protect the punk
Inside nearly dead & gone or at least unable to travel backward in Time, it's nothing's regress
Monkeys all drunk on their fine grape wine, let set in casks of Amontillado, tap out all drunk
Declawed GIANT or Midget cats waitin' to feed, didn't hunt the woke prey, praying goddess.

Political oblivion similar to the being in prison without walls or bars to contain all holy souls
Perfect & not so much on the way to the extreme, unsustainable imperfection, all black holes
Stinking scent, like a bed of dead roses, all that's left to disguise rotten skin's organs & bones
Subjects, predicates, objects, nouns & pronouns, adverbs, adjectives & articles of hot stones.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, March XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 jammin' to IT on & #3LockBox @SammyHagar on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/05w4sk7ON3I }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
 

#AsIGrowOld #DreamLoverCover

 

FAIR FOO FIGHT, LET'S DEEP DIVE INSIDE THE T-BONE 

Lights afire, excited electronics of guitars, drums & horns strung out on my bare anthrax hides
If you ain't dead, don't worry about it, you're gonna be eventually, it ain't my current in tides
In and out, up, down, around and around, just wanna rock until the ol' sol comes up to sleep
Reason for the mental collapse of your skull is the drugs in your drinks & powerdust of sheep.

One time, in the empty room right next to outerspace, I saw It, It scared the digestion out me
As I know you feel the same things I do, no matter your cultural affiliation with the anthropo
Man & woman, both or neither the First Cause of this Universe, come to be the One, sweaty
Hot temperature that a hydrogen atom can't tolerate, to obliterate every electronic blue sea.

Strummed, beat, blew and pounded out the amps & mics until the full moon dropped a dime
It's not that I don't have your back because I do, your back is my back, mi casa est yo big casa
Got to be in the Twilight Zone for a minute to get a Feel for princes, queens & a pauper class
Find your segregated self before you segregate from Others, there's nothing to find, now rhyme.

Forts built to house the inner, innocent baby of conception, no fault of it's own, oh, Sherlock
On the innocent but never the guilty, punishments & rewards to guide an elementary Watson
Mystery of murder and mayhem cover the Truth which is in the End, vacuous silence in total
Nothing any of us can do other than watch it come & go like a movie, when it's over, it's over.

Unless you leap to the conclusion without proof that all of the dead & unconceived are gods
Then, I'm immortal but this fictional account's handed down via stranger humans' iron blood
Beef, bloody meat, bird or mammal, crushed 'em into Burgers on a Bun, moved form in Mud
Breathin' #Skunkworks air to keep chit moving 'fore The Decommission, shame UFO hotrods.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, March XXVIIth, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Jammed while listenin' to @FooFighters #Lollapalooza (March 20, 2022) RIP #TaylorHawkins on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fns6N_iAVBw }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
scared of cher-cat-hat

GUFFAWING FOREVER

this means WAR