#ServingInvisibleInvincibles #MassCommunionConfessionalExtremeUnction #ChiefChum #ServeMass #ServeAtoms #ServeSOMEBODY #AmbassadorToEnglandFrance

BEEN TRUCKIN' WITH DESIRE 'CAUSE i'VE BEEN ON FIRE, I'M H.O.T.

Before you go off of the deep end and try to swim alone amongst the shark & barracuda

Look before you leap and try to see below the surface where the hungry lurk for the food

Any skin is in the game, all bones, blood & innards will be metabolized into #sick power too

In the same way you locate your mate, you locate your food, it's to eat, like a spider's brew.

Can't hold the feeling back, nothing has that power, nobody, nowhere, nohow, it's a factoid

When you're movin' animated truckin' up and down the lanes of the alley, don't be paranoid

It's a matter of Time in One Form of Space that is the thing itself, all there is to It, U.F.U. cup

You are on your own just like me, ask for help & you've got it, let me know, gotta keep it UP.

Burnin' the bridges of feelings across the Space that connects the aliens to their spirit souls

Eventually Fire burns everything that can be consumed, atomic flame back into shine holes

Between the ignorance and the emptiness of Space, you've got it made in the night's w#ores

Just remember to duck, you phuq, when the scat hits the fan, it's like top shelves' out doors.

Bring it on in, looky here now, I ain't playin' anymore, it's all a matter of Life-Megadeath boom

Where you go inside caves under roofs' basements, cellars, rubber soul trippin' on a Time line

Never enough of that, it's the space between conception and total annhilation, in a peace sign

No memory, nobody to remember Catholic guilt & Zen karma inherited, gods, brides, I groom.

Felt good for a minute, then the feeling disappeared as if it was never there, gave up the host

Floated around since there was no time left to live & die anymore, like casper, a friendly ghost

Moved the animation into the closing credits and the finale where it's always, #ThatsAllFolkes

Guys, gals, girls, boys, infants and the Many who came in orgasmic display of screamin' yolks.

DNA & RNA has been tempted into this creature's features, in the mirror or reflected in mud

One and the many change into Nothing soon enough, rotate the revolution's wobble, Stud

With or without you the show will go on, you won't know a thing just like right this moment

Nothing is known, you cannot know It, dream will end, you'll be gone, enjoy the rides I sent.

by

rjjstephan, i

#StartYourEngines

my GOD, my DEVIL

c.  Samedhi, 4-9-2022 Anno Domini @ 456 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to #MatriarchOfTheBlues by @EttaJames link loop @ https://youtu.be/WPYzvvaLhjw?t=1 #YouGottaServeSOMEBODY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Brooks #Dunne & #MaryWells #UncleKracker #PoynterSisters @GlennFrey #LastLookAround #NoTurningBackNow

WHERE THE GOLD IS, Y'ALL GOTTA GET THE LEAD OUT,  ON A FREEWAY TO SILENCE

All that matters is the right and wrong things we all do, kissin' babies 'til all enculturated

Like their mothers & fathers who run the line back to the origin of the heavenly Earth sin

All planets in microcosm are in the universal essence of atomic energy, a bomb imploded

Finks graduated from and professing the wisdom of the planet's wisemen & wisewomen.

Junk in the trunk with your mother's and father's hand-me-downs, they meant well too

Fine dreams in your small skull of 1100 cc's of idiocy and the sand of Time's OuterSpace

Among the sour cherries and putrid grape fruit wine, alcohol from the vine's slow juice

With the spins of the Earth, in a cask of oakwood, the last supper's toasts won't be blue.

Marry me and we'll see what there is behind the submission of dominant wills to be me

As the Way down the middle dictates without recollecting a Reason why, just do it, I'm out

Don't do what is impossible and you're in a perfect position to live long and prosper free

I'm in the middle of the sea of unknowing this, that & the other things y'all know about.

In a whim between your ears, a wisp of wind calls for beginnings of the Truth's exposure

Chicago's West Side to the California Sacapitol's Oak Park, I'm silent to let the meaning go

In and out of my ears, stuck in my mind with the feelings' chills, since birth, death's sure

Nobody's 208 bones get out of here alive, fortune & karma's will to be, I'll get down low.

Begun and ended the same way although I know more now that I've breathed the Earth gas

Die or live with or without knowing the reason why you're happy & why it's just one & done

Recollection beginning, the first howl from your lips & toothless tongue, you get a trip bypass

It's a white-chocolate strawberry flavor cover-up to kiss you, a pile of gold, lead served up fun.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Aprile VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jacked up out the bed late but frisked this out the soul by NOON while listen' to @EttaJames #GottaServeSomebody & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/WPYzvvaLhjw?list=RDMM & @UncleKracker & @KennyChesney #WhenTheSunGoesDown link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

IF SIX WAS NINE, NINE WOULD INDEED BE SIX, THEREFORE, I AM! #AintNothinLikeTheRealThing

THE WHOLE BUNCH, SIX OF NINES, A KITTEN'S CABOODLE

It isn't so simple that you can comprehend the nature of this Truth's pending doom, I forget

If it's something you need to know or not, it's possible you don't need anybody's help I fret

Always here and now, you'll be here until you don't know you're gone, it will be done, first

You must see this Truth & disregard the counter examples of foes, friends of the strugglist.

That's me, myself & I, the trilogy of a sacred personality of random, natural selection's #Host

Flies on the wall and in the ointment when I've made this vow, to forget about the brainwash

It's nobody's fault but mine, it's my thirst for Sun and the Moon to bury my dick in star's dirt

Blind, ultraviolet, infrared & wisdom of the Big Guys in a blue sky, a papa mama death squirt.

Needs and desires of the flesh and bone are a psycho-socio-politico flavor of perfume of scat

Covered up in the volumes of Word, phrases accurate and approximate, even flawed in that

Nobody's in our corners but us, sweet Time in this Space, in a corner of that there square pi

Any angle 1 to 360 is the ending of an origin's circular jerk of the monsterous One, a Great Lie.

Been near and always around punks in the jungle, sometimes without them in the deep wood

Where only non-humanity, plant, animal, bacteria and virus thrive in the Wild burnt out food

Of the Origin, the Sun, One so close our hearts, our father and mother in reverse ad infinitum

Far away or closer than you assume I am to be or not to be, that's the question's regret chum!

Nobody knows Occult matter of blind faith in the unknown, unproven belief of mankind fools

Never again will a free Man fall for the trick, the low hangin' fruit of the garden of Eve's Eden

No wind or rain, summer or winter will impede the progress of a revolution into a supernova

Gravitational collapse from the nucleus' Singularity, an implosion to die for, warp Time rules.

Vow to move the spin counter-clockwise and stand on top of the mountains of sand & dirt

Black or red, the thing itself has it's treasure of the gods in a minute amount, near gold's sea

Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, amythysts, topaz & my lapis lazuli fine wine, sexy flirt

Bumbs, bombs all go bam-bam and split the atoms of H2O into gas-cancelled zeroed gravity.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, April VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini #YetAnotherTwoADay @ 555 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrackeJill & #CrackedJacks #PumpedUpWARpieces #EvidentiaryReview

a BILLION STEPS IN THE DEAD PINE, HOT H2O & MUD *

Fear and bravery are the chimera we know as who I am, what I am, all y'all

No exception to the rules of music of galactic stars on One's universal dime

Nobody will ever be more or less than one cell of a zygote, rollin' in a Bawl

Incredible journey upon which we'll embark & disembark in a Spring Time!

Baseball opening day is today, the World Series' soon comin' home again so

Every boy & girl, woman and man has a chance to play, 18 or 20 player ado

Umps on the left & right, a batter, catcher, pitcher, fielder, 3 strikes you out

Pretty popcorn & frozen ice cream, peanuts and iced liquid to imbibe stout.

Cracker Jill's in the mix now, relaxing Mozart aSullivan, it's ear candy, man

Homers, triples, doubles, singles, bases on balls, dropped 3rd strikes & WIN

That's what it's all about, it's not just to play the game well and lose the fun

In the middle and behind everybody that's far ahead of us all, dead, AMEN!

Brothers and sisters gettin' everything for free because it's your mom's Sin

She did the dirty deed done dirt cheap and now you're here worrying often

You're gonna die and you don't need a reminder, it's bringin' us all down, so

FINIS & mouth slacks agape, eyes remain wide opened, God!  It's cold, NO?

Too hot you burn into ash, too cold to freeze to stone, either way, we'd die

Of exposure to the radiation that will fry your bacon, cooked goose forever

Nobody will be left once extinction christens the dirt and organic meat lie

That we're created by an absent God who cares about a spirit's soul, never.

by

r j j  stephan, i

*Header is 'MOI' leanin' on California Sierra Redwood Pine!

c.  Jeudi, April VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ You may die when you die, #BePrepared #BoyScouts it's a matter of Space & Time, masks or not, ready, get set & GO TO 6 HOURS OF MOZART @ https://youtu.be/shoVsQhou-8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PlayBall @MLB #STRIKEover #YOUreOUT #HomeRuns50 #MadWeapons #SlickestTheyIs #FrontAndCenter #MadWeapons #MutallyAssuredDestruction #KidRock #PoDunk @Will_SmithJimmyWest

CISCO KID'S IN GAOL SHAMIN' YOUR NAME ON THE BORDER

Poncho, amigo, it's all over for the ones who thought that this was a land of the Lefty

It's actually the bond of bullet fire on the planet, the canyons & woods, you got milk

Where it's all at, not because that's your will or your relatives or your unfriendly ilk

They're never around when chips are down & you need some back cover, key of G.

By the names and signs you've been trained to respond to or not, unholy survival awaits

Your ending is all that's important to the universe, not your origin from love or lust lays

If the Earth is engulfed into the split atoms of the nuclear exchange, fortune's end of US

Survival after the man-monkey-made weapons go off is impossible unless you're a virus.

Dirty dogs I've cleaned and BBQ'd because all of the grocery stores & 7-11's are shutdown

Nothing to eat but dogs, cats & one another which we don't do, we're not cannibals' grunts

Why are you looking at me like that?  I'm not a hamburger steak that needs some mustard

You're not a roundsteak or a T-bone waitin' for my teeth and belly to turn it to the scaturd.

Once upon a time, there was a man and a woman who each had a dream, then they died

It was over at the last breath, the last blink, the last thought which was like, "Oh My GOD!"

Awful to see the terrible thing that created the Space & Time we call here and now, I lied

Telling the Truth was never any worry of mine, if I repeat words, a true lie of the Big Guy!

I've had a problem with recognition of my limitations on the causes of special effects I am

Just a form of bent ultraviolet and infrared light refused from the origin of the flame, a sun

Close star just far enough away from us to be dangerous in the water, you get burned at sea

Nothing to cover your skin and bones when the face to face with the creator returns to thee.

Volumes of wisdom's words bled onto dead tree pulp, for a hot tip to be grateful when dead

On a rainbow after the rain storm or down below the Mason-Dixon line in a sandman's head

A dream within a dream ad infinitum produces the schizophrenic-paranoia that's easy to see

Olfactory tastes, nonsense sensors of sensory perception's recording of a fiction, a saga scree.

Destitute afterbirth, your country leaders are shams & are the followers to the deep end of it

Where all of the refused red, white & blue trash goes into the Fountain of Immortality bulls#it

Compared to hopeless, athiest philosophers, the innocent & the wild are humanity's last hope

Keep it on K Street 'cause the E-Street shuffle is still goin' on near the boardwalk, blown dope.

You and I are finite beings, get a load of that, bring it on home to your deepest, inner glimmer

Hope is all you have until you die, then it's all over, it's hopeless after that, only humans hope

Faith is blind & the Love you give is the the Love you get back to One, a true Self's unholy Man

So, notions of subjects, predicates & objects come & go, you're here waitin' on Mr. Sandman.

Let's ride over the border where all of the action is, Laredo to Fargo, we'll spread far and wide

You won't see the blend unless you're psychic, DNA bodies have 208 bones, faces & some hair

On the money when Time Is Money, all On Time and it is indeed, a sucker punch in the mouth

Two for the Show, Three to Get Reaty & Four, well you know, Time's out, Spaced out, I'm out.

Paper routes completed for the money, conscription for the money, time & labor for the cash

In the end, you owe it or you don't, either way you go & find out what's in store for the bash

Party is either here or somewhere else, I'll find it if I've got the wherewithall, if not, my amigo

Afraid it's curtains, my friend, desperado, I'm thinking it can't be, mi WAR Cisco Kid & Poncho.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, April VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin' to @TheDramatics #WhatchaSeeIsWhatchaGet on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PgG6SU8L-dI }

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

0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

#GetOneFree #Apeman #GodWomen #AdInfinitumRegression #FauciismPushBackin'

 

ON BEING ALIVE WITHOUT KNOWING WHY, GIVE ME A REASON...

There's a reason, don't you worry about that, sure you're ignorance is innocent & a constant

Just like the value of zero, the nature of being is Nothing, in substance, form & meaning too

Of course you have your blind faith, belief in your ancestral magic and cosmic menudo blues

Nothing close to Earth, further away than your dead ancestors underground or in the ashes.

Monkeys have become extinct due to the sexuality atrophy of unloved orphans, gender nude

X & Y chromosomes mean something in biology and physics but concepts reject an LGB crew

Either you can inseminate a female or you cannot, you can conceive & achieve mitosis or not

It's a fact of life, the ones your parents didn't mention, you conceive by making love, a big lot.

Repair of the mistakes of the creator are on hold for now, we're surviving the extinction recall

Not only you but your friends, family & everyone else that walks, talks or just breathes, caput

We are not capable of the reaping of the cream of the crop, therefore just do your best, Pal

Last detail to be fulfilled is the place they'll lock your bones & dust, that's back home, my foot!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, April Vth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Clickbait for the monkeys who can read these words, y'all can't go wrong, #MonkeySee #MonkesyDoAbort }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OneMoreTime #OneMore... ad infinitum . . . #BogeyDown

ALL #WOKE IN THE KEY OF 'C', IN A BOGEYMAN STATE O' MIND

As I said before and I'll say it once again, there's no time to waste 'cause I'm gone

Already or so very soon that it might be any second now, you're the idle genome

What you did to the Great Water, Huron, Erie, Superior, Michigan on to Ontario

Bums, miscreants and the junkies addicted to the chemical mixture of a diablo.

No power to trick all of the people all of the time but you can addict them all too

To the need and the want to be happy and near ecstasy as cool, away from blues

What we all inherited just by breathing #TheGas, you see #Light before your eyes

As above the clouds in deep space out of this solar system & galaxy, there It lies.

Expanse of infinity nothing can ever equal, since nothing from nothing leaves a zero

A man born of a woman, without a woman, Mankind, humanity is Larry, Curly & Moe

Stooges slingin' the slapstick up against the bricks in the wall to see it stick in a hole

Monkeys evolved or are becoming extinct in the DNA of the homo sapiens' holy soul.

In any case, the bottom line is right where it's always been, next step beyond, on high

Spaces all over the place, shrink or expand the Oneness, it's still One appearing to die

Me, myself & I moved into the bottomless pit, falling as if it was normal, oblivion's sin

To be or not to be wasn't a question for men or mice to ponder, eatin' burger out & in.

In the end, the search is over when it's over, not a moment sooner, you outta blow?

You'll fall as far down as it takes to make the rabbit hole look like an Asphalt pothole

Grimm's fairy tales of the Grim Reaper are all they're cracked up to be, I've got a few

Favorites remind me of the Facts of Life, told to both me & BillyJean, I'm the One too.

All of the girls & women in the world born to the other women of the world, the bung

It's all the story of how to meet and greet the pleasure and pain in store, of a Big Bang

Quest for the way to move up a middle way from where you beat your meat to Ends

Matter and form converged and merged & it's all come to this, dyin' with the Bends.

Nobody ever knew and nobody will ever know what was wrong at the Origin sin spark

Before your folks phuqed it up, a time in space is what you needed, benched in a park

Go there without me, you're on your own, my sons, daughters & sisters, two by twos

Noah's arc ad infinitum, y'all know it, I know it, face the music & fade to black, #Blues.

Metropolis or cowtown of a US Post Office and Livery Stable, to shovel in & out the red

Dirty miracles of this diamond & sapphire shine, five fingers to surround it, a deadhead

Less than more, finished at the checkered flag wave, among the many, One lucky fellah

Danm skippy, we be tweeting the tweets to @Twitter entity that's living it up, @Tesla!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, April IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini #Mafioso2022 @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted in a vacuum of musk & @MichaelJackson GH  @ https://youtu.be/z1fadkdxAX0 & #EarthWindAndFire GH @ https://youtu.be/nwFn8RfVFbg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NothingNobodyNoneKnowNoNewNopes

GOD'S GOLDEN LEAD, A FAKE CASKET & A WINE CASK

Ain't there, I ain't into It, all the rage coming out of young & old people, Terra Ferma dust

It's significance is a chimera to babies & children of the blinded. hung-up on a holy ghost

I was out on patrol in the jungle when the L.T. got fragged back in '71, it was a low blow

We run as fast as we could with combat boots on, I was in a jungle swamp with G.I. Joe.

Folks do wave that red, white and blue but not the same in 1862, Johnny Reb smoked

From Chatanooga to Biloxi I left my paystubs at the bar, I got so drunk and fully stoked

Dropped a dime on the whole shebang right after I woke up, there was no reason to lie

My foot was on the gas since I went to sleep last night, peer forward to the future, I cry.

On top in June after bein' down, pawns can move & with limited power can win a game

Race to the end at your own peril, take Time movin' through Space, idiots worth a dam

Flights or voyages on oceans or rocky roads on the dried up Earth Face, watery in fame

Brushed off like dandruff off of my head & shoulders, a miracle defies me, I am a scam.

Dames, broads, chicks, birds & word sounds signifying nothing but good, bad & ugly too

The better half of the human genome, neither half can be whole without the other one

Follow the bouncing ball and sing some meaning into the Void's fresh spillin' Singularity

Funds for the funk, pay to play as it should be & always will be, harmonic sum, one deity.

Kicked around the ground of backwoods' towns & second chance karma reproductions

The show was over soon after it began, out of the blue, in the lerch of hot pontifications

Gems like golden rules and ten commands of the invisible commander is the gist of It's I

Egocentric only 'cause the altruism will get you in demand until you've depleted my sky.

Then when extinction is immanant you want to apologize for you & yours truly too late

Out of the only time you had while alive, while your eyes were wide opened by the fate

This you get whether you like it or not, you get what you deserve in a long run's six gun

Dust to dust, all gone and welcomed by the sleepin' ghost in the machine, father & son.

Bumbs and junkies lookin' for the love in all of the right places but findin' none for them

Already long gone without a word left for a clue to the gang banger deep in the sewage

Flowing with the grease & grime leftover by the cooks of the wasted, dead meat & plant

Smell the aroma wafting from , welcome you, welcomed me, ghost of a tall atomic ant.

Conditional to the actual Truth of what happened in the past, from this point backward

That's the historical record that's unrecorded for playback to learn from, to avoid Hells'

Mistakes happen whether you like it or not, all you can do is prepare for ding dong bells

I hear the birds sing, the insects buzz and the humanity radiating the smoke of this bard.

Nothing new or old to dream about, it's all the One being the One, it's a matter of Time

Spun Earth, wobbling & rotating on an infinite elliptical orbit, macroatomic ecliptic slime

An electric slide and a boogaloo down broadway without a care in this world, few bills to pay

Evened out from true lies, the last day of fission & fusion, galactic torrent fakes a sunny day!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  April 3rd, 2022 A.D. @ 911 AMPSt

{ Drafted whil jammin' in a loop to @BobbyHebb's #Sunny link @ https://youtu.be/Wr7r5P9E9CQ }

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