#PackYoThangsAndGo @Ally_Venable #ShredsOfABCDEF&G #DontGetAroundMuchAnyMore @CHICAGOtheBAND

BUM'S RUSHIN' BIG BANGS & A NANOMETER'S FLUX & FLOW

I've got some good news & some old news, pack your things, either way y'all gotta go

To the place where the axes grind away the treble's trouble with the bass' back beat

Mother & father of it all, they themselves all admit to control they got Above & Below

Miracles at witches' fingertips with magic potions & words that make spells' hot heat.

Periods and eras that fill in the modern and ancient ways and means of the being roe

Eggs and the monkey bait fill in the blanks, emit the humans that remain all too slow

For the finish line is a heart break, a heart attack and a seizure of the brain's spirit sics

No ego above or below the bones, the blood that bleeds out the vocabulary's phonics.

From the alpha to the omega, babies cheat on their tests and learn what Nothing Is

Something feels as queer as the unknown in any algebraic equation of inequalities

Moving from the full stop, motionless and silent, not a scent of a woman anywhere

Permanant in the follow up sound of common ground, place of pain & holy pleasure.

Dead and gone, forgotten memories of what used to be the regular rigamarol insane

Out of the sky, been out of our minds since the conception of our deep end, Cocaine

In and out of the head, the lungs, the blood, the bones, mindless cosmic interference

Wavelengths and frequencies that pick and grin up and down the fretting rise, hence...

Apes, repeat the humane habits to survive the wasteland of their refused & used food

Living upwind and upriver is fight worth fighting for your family, your kin, your tribes

Extinction is the only other way to lie getting stiff and allowing the rigor mortis' good

To allow the Earth it's recovery of the thing itself that your mother bore, orphanhood.

Sore funk and wagnols wag the dog's tail in ecstatic happiness, well worth waiting for

Rocks & their moving up & down the love & good times that precede a slammed door

Just before your last step over the proverbial cliff, you've made the decision & it's over

All of the glory to be or not to be, no question that's the answer we really wanna hear.

Pretend that it's a room above your mother's bedroom, she died in childbirth as a nun

Virgin childbirth or I'm a little bastard of the rape and pillage of the Davids & Goliaths

Never a reason to contact your spirit while you're alive, it's there, you'll know if it goes

I thought some things, brought me back to the preconceived notion, gods loved Ho'z!

Orgasmic push and pull, slide and burn the punk 'til it smokes the cosmic dust on fire

Priming the pipes for the First Cause's movement, an overture and a golden repeater

Shot from the chamber and barrel of what the monkeys built & left for the kids' mire

Quicksand graduates into the muck, quicksand for the good, the bad, ugly & prettier.

Fill her up with Ethyl, it's a high test for maximum combustion in a vacuum's V8 engine

Steppin' on the gas, shifting through seven gears on the way to the finish line's holy sin

Checkered flags keepin' my champions alive if they don't duck and roll, funk avoided it

Played & worked, backs turned when it was all done, microns of acid powers that shyt!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 6-4-2022 @ 707 AMPST

{ Jinx!  Drafted to an amazin' young #Blues artist who can literally pick & grin her fine ass off, kudos to her Ma & Pa, jam to @Ally_Venable LIVE link @ @FunkyBiscuit in @BocaRagon 3/9/2021 link @ https://youtu.be/Ng5FsYCDtBw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AsIf #EyeWasNeverHereAtAll #MichaelJackson #THRILLER #MONSTER #GoldStateOfBallin' #WarriorsREPEAT

FUNKY BROADWAY, BBQ HOT DOGS & ORDER IN THE COURT

Mask up your face, your lips & nose are exposed to the minions for perusal of trustworthiness

Graduate to be a reproduction of your deceased ancestral kin, hundreds down a thin blue line

For the sake of your respect & honor for the scat you don't know, as the fantastic 'X' epic goes

On & on until the end of infinity which can never, ever be, we don't get out alive, amigo foes.

Computers programmed to begin at the end and finalize the the origin of the universal odors

Smelling your scent and my triggering mechanism in check to control my humane, holy desires

To mate & propagate the kind that appeals to the inner genome, it's just survival or extinction

Fire in a black hole we call Home, a place in Space where Time's spent, killin' it to run out of it!

When it's over means, your grown zygote has gone into corpus dilecti, it's naturally sewer funk

Nothing is worse than One, refused, rotten, trash heap of garbage in a dump, a recycled spunk

Not only am I the subject & object of the predicates in any flapping of a tongue to utter jibjab

But also, I am present here and now to see the Truth, my heart, my soul, my bones ton't scab.

On the way to the promised land where the broken promise is both seen, heard & tasted too

Like the sweet & sour pork upon the pigs' hooves, with the beans of Jack's underground stew

A menudo to die for but also to live for a hundred years until the spark & backbeat go caput

Mouth agape, man, woman, boy, girl, baby, preborn DNA zygotic fluid, all forms of stone blue.

What I am, don't ask but what you are, ask yourself, you'll find One and the same as did Adam

If there ever was an Eve & the mortal sins in a garden where you're programmed to be #Horny

But are taught by the adults in the dark room, in the twilight zone, don't attempt to procreate

You'll have babies you cannot raise to fruition, in the slums of the bad men who own the shyt.

The whole world sucks as the gravity dictates, spinning & wobbling about a preconceived orbit

In a far-out ellipse that is an illusion of all Ins & the Outs of the atomic matter, rocks that roll it

On the way to the far side of where nobody wants to go, you look forward to see Nothing el al

It's a One & it's the only one that comes before the #BigBang of the universe, a particular hell.

Therefore, it's fine and dandy to creat something from nothing, if & only if you're the 1st One

If you're the last One though, now that's the ticket to the concert of the Cosmic Chaos is fun

In and out of the mainstream and up and down the backroads from coast to the apex of Alps

All is One & one of us isn't more than a microscopic speck of dirty dust, it ain't for me, tulips!

Let's say that the fat is all that your metabolism needs to store your parental RNA/DNA code

With the mitotic subdivision from the One cell to the Many in a form to evolve the old News

It's either a golden lie without any disproofs using diobolical magic spells, mother Lode toad

To Billie Joe on the third of June back in '69, that's when I lost that virgin version of my load.

On or off of a holy altar of sacrifice, upstream, inverted for honor, givin' up roe to deep doom

Highlighted the mental trips that happen like they're goin' out of style, supplies for Navy Seals

Probably impossible, unconditional  reaction to atomic fusion of pandemic criticism of A-TOM

Rubbers broke, happy, good, bad & Uncle Tom's babies'ugly spawn, Big Bangin' idiotic wheels.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June 3rd, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1500 hours PST

{ Came out of #Nowhere, somewhere and someplace I've been but forgot about when I got #WOKE, #AllTooHuman & maxing the volume on @GHOST @ARCHANGEL represents @ https://youtu.be/pM8tXUz2q0c }

F I N I S
G.H.O.S.T.
W.T.F.W.A.R.D.?

GOLDEN STATE OF WARRIORS

#YouMustBeTrippinMan

#ThatIsTheTickTockTicket #OneFinitePlethora

 

APOSTATE DEAD SOUL, YOU COME, YOU GO TO DIE ADDICTED TO LOVE

I am in a dream on a trip inside of my own head, in my mind within, you're gonna die too son

Daughters will bear the babies and raise them to fruition in the live fields of dreams outside it

Confirmation after your confession and communion with a lone Son, the One spawn of ol' Sol

Keep it in mind, you need a womb of a woman to be born into this world, it's survival spawn.

Only you and I know what this means in any language upon the tower of Babel, where we are

Inside of a skull, inside of the atmosphere of planetary dust, cosmic FUBAR and the AMEN car

It is what it is, so be it because it's so fouled up beyond all recognition, it's a beach boy omen

To be or not to be hangin' ten or just blowin' through the pipeline, lookin' at shark swimmin'.

Be a life guard and save the lives of the ignorant and unlucky who dive into unknown oceans

Needing and wanting to be saved from the stupidity inherited from the raisers of the humans

Divine laws written in the tomes of bibles and diatribes of the One and the Many, bull's scat

Not only do you need the Truth, you want the Truth & you can't handle the Truth, it's all Fat!

Among the many there are singular ones who need nothing but the final gasp to amend it all

Birth after & before the spin & wobble, when older crews croak & leave the legacy of the Fall

Apparently, in the crosshairs of a demigod's scope, I am rollin' so let us all do so, let's roll 'em

Ready and set to function in the calculated causes and effects of reality, as we know it, Scum.

From the ocean foam or asteroids crashing into the sea's H2O at random, dirt evolving group

Conceptual analysis yields the final understanding that will never change in this galactic soup

Party or funeral just before the celebration of memories of One, HOLY HOLE not here or now

Conceptual analysis of DEAD Soul philosophy, all too human LOVE addiction, Alien's milkcow!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June ONE, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ God forgot about it!  Drafted while jammin' to some #BlessingsAndMiracles @Santana link @ https://youtu.be/lb9ie3305x0 }

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

#WheresThePoPoNow? #ReasonableIrrationality

A SQUARE'S  ATMOSPHERE, RUDE TRIANGULATION STRANGULATION

Nothing matters if something is right, that IS nonsense & isn't rationally streaming a river view

Punks & junk in their blood & bones, between the three meals every day, there's chit to poke

One long-john, a twisted concoction of leaf-life in a jar's logo-rich color, red, pink, violet & blue

Blown in & out of blood-lined red, white & blue gigs, same as it always been, life is but a joke!

Tolerate the disagreements because experience shows that all ideas pass away, like your folks

Inside of the newpaper is the old news from last night's bad news, there's never better looks

Analyze the conceptual formulation of your thoughts, to be precise, to read your meaning too

Not just the sound of the grunts and repeated ground-up beef of the morons who came thru.

Wrote books, the kids read & believed were sound and rational when they were the opposite

Didn't catch the disclaimer at the origin nor at the finale, it began & will end in a peep of fight

No match for the black hole's singularity, it's nature is to suck us all into the End's final taster

God inside you, inside me, inside every atom of hydrogen and oxygen, gods do not waste Her.

Spaced out & into pan-imagined world of baby minds trained by infidels & zealots, One's sons

Maybe many or the One, either way,  a sufficient condition, to be at war with my DNA's atoms

For Happiness & the pursuit of the Good, the assimilation of the Bad & the absorption of ugly

At the last gasp of air I get, it's all you're gonna get, you're gone the moment I die, poof, I see.

Nobody alive will get out of this life alive, everybody is giong to die first, body & soul, it's over

Blind faith deceived the forms of DNA to believe in the vacant emptiness being their Savior sir

Woman who bore them into this world had one precedent, a creator of Mankind's mortal sin

Burned everything in Space, collapsed into the Void's nourishing emptiness, forgot I'm . . . IN!

Play with yoyo's & spinning tops to pass the time away, on the wax floors of the holy, hot fire

Put this in your subjective pipe and smoke it, it's an object predicated by the pall-bearing pyre

Monkey virus aside, don't eat the meat, substitute the flesh & let it die in peace not like food

Common ground star dirt, kids beyond recognition, #FUBAR of Calculus, up yours, I was rude!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Conned out of my mind's eye this AM while loopin' @LouGehrig's 4 Homers in 1 Game, June 3rd, 1932 A.D.  on youTube #Viral link @ https://youtu.be/1x2MnvwYgkw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#HappyMemorialDay #PickinGrinnin' @Waylon_Jennings #GoodHeartedWoman #GoodTimesMankind #FormulaOne

 <3

RAP TWICE WITH A CANE, KILLIN' THE PAIN OF A STEELY AIRMAN'S LATE SHOW

Granted this titanium free will switched on to the fine line, it's on, I can't turn it off, so strange

It's all as tight as a drum, animal skin stretched to it's ripping point, titanium-free, dream being

All of the things we think are useful or useless are guesses about the a Big Bang & our Ending

In or out of sin we caused & allowed to happen, A SWITCH THAT CAN NEVER CHANGE.

In Heart's desires or Soul's karma indulgences we delve down into the mire, the muck, the life

As above and so it is below, our heads are over our heels and there's no going backward knife

It's a cut forward, ahead of it's time, there's that which comes around & goes around as a jerk

Decades roll on from one to ten & where the hell are we?  Covered up & pullin' a sharp knife.

Matter and form had nothing on me before my pa & ma merged me into One, as I am a unit

Multitudes are duplicated and continue to strive while some have yet to be conceived, all of It

Drunk on the smoke and high on the booze, it gives the essence of the Truth some kick, boom

Droppped a bomb on me & you, told us we're on our own, to be or not to be a witch's broom.

Squeezing the life out of the stardirt, mixing the water and wine with the doomed star ashes

Yields players of existence & meloncholy sounds of key A flat to G sharp ad infinitum caches

Before the beginning there's no record of things & at end there'll be nothing but farm chores

Analogy of the twilight zone's surrepitious repitition of the reruns and repeats of the scores.

In Time & Space's social communication twixt Katy, Peg & Dr. Wu, blown friend-enemy chitt

Be the way anyone can be who fades away, gravity sucks, ultimate goal of life, dust in orbit

Around in a circle or an elipse 'bout a burning gravitational collapse, a boogaloo mind blower

Zombies out & in, strike pitch zone of twilight, twisted into a creature comfort, a tulip striker.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Cast aspersions above while jammin' to @SteelyDan #TheVeryBestOf on youTube @ https://youtu.be/d7PsHS_vixU & @ElectricMountain #AtLastEverything @ https://youtu.be/5VNN7Fow75A & #MemorialDayTribute @ https://youtu.be/85FlA8fXUCU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThankYouVeterans #MemorialDay #AlwaysForTheDeadHeroes

DOG!  I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW, OBEY MASTER CHIEF POCOLOLO

To be the obedient one and to have another to roll with, now that my friend's a Time bomb

Compare it to what you pick while you're grinnin' ear to ear, with or without my holy come

Two Heads of Class or at Ends of thin blue lines that you can never get behind, go for dumb

About the nature of the beasts both in & out of me & you, all of us, everyone baby to atom.

Keep this in mind, you're evolved but you're no angel, I ain't either, it's an opine about chit

Whether you know it or not, you cannot know anything, it's all a series of beliefs that I'm It

But no can do, I cannot be the entire solar system, galaxy or universe, re-runnin' it on empty

Stored everything I could before I couldn't do it all for myself, never wait for help in the city.

More or less in the rhythm and rhyme of the Space of Infinity, whatever the Hades is in Cielo

Beans thrown out the open windows & all you ever get are beanstalks grown way down low

Picnics with the pretty girls and the fine wine and pocololo of Poncho, I can't get rhythm raps

Slapped that horse on the ass and started to gallup for the climax, begin it's momentary lapse.

Keep movin' on, there's nothing to see, hear, smell, taste or feel here, you know Nothing right

Or maybe you don't but you will sooner than later, less than a century, I'm certain, it's insight

An infant nor adolescent cannot fathom the adulthood ahead, it's the Cisco Kid's facts of life

You're conceived by accident or under a rainbow, it's up to you to stay with that mortal wife.

Before you eat or drink the Earth's booty, remember to find the disposal out of the olfactory

Preferably to live up-wind or near 14 coasts of 7 continental shelves, away from the forestry

Fathers unknown to these orphans of Time, spun out of the fake yarn of Words in a Biblioteq

Babble to predicate the recollection of the disasterous revolutions of H2O & stardust's sick.

Then if & only if you are conscious of the thing itself at the end, final gasp of air, eyes all open

Premier ending, a finale worth waiting for, in the lobby before or after the show, suck sen-sen

Bad breath to good CO2, needed for the plants everywhere for oxidation, they grow to burn

Even without the flames' fire, the heat will melt the matter into cosmic soup, a plethora bum.

Nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, nothing to aspire to, nothing else to lose in a tornado

Yet, sitting inside is one wonderful being, forming an improbable being of matter, play dough

Infused with Will to Power, to be or not to be alive & well, to be alive & incompliant & to see

Life's commands of divine, inhumane regulations for Animal nature, good, bad & coyote ugly.

Find the smoke, you'll smell it a mile away downwind, maybe a mile and a half upwind too

Caring about living and surviving in a hostile environment is key, you've been dropped into

The Unknown plethora of a dream MEN cannot awaken from, you don't want to, that's death

You & I gotta gitterdone, we'll be alive, when all the rest of y'all won't, old women, go forth!

Food, eat it or you die, try not to kill living things but you gotta kill 'em to eat 'em, taste, eat

Blues won't help but they come and go depending on the distracted attention of the intent

Be good, be bad, be ugly, it's all up to you & I and nothing can force our hands to violate It

Code and rules to run the machine by, to stay out of trouble and out of the ROCK, God Fit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST #TapTap

{  Hang tight with @CHICAGOtheBAND LIVE IN 1995 JAPAN drafted to this #Festival link @ https://youtu.be/kGBfNC46qrY & #TheBestOf @Soul_Train 1971-1979 Vol #6 link @ https://youtu.be/UWHq3zOX59Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?