#CONCERT2NIGHT #Bob #Fools #WiseArseFarmersAndThugs #HellWillFixIt #AsItUsedToBe @RobertAllenZimmerman

SILENT KISSES, DREAMS, REPRODUCED PURPLE HUES

Scorn works the crowd, never love your sister or brother like your Self, a demigod ball

Without you, without me, no magic works, nothing even exists without you and us all

We're a series of accidents that provided One ghost for a trivial pursuit of a demon kin

Lonely or being top of the world's happiest human being ever, bunk beds of mortal sin.

Accident or intention from First Cause to the last sweet heart in a dump like this

I know you know that they all know what we all know, it's a joke, it's a prank fizz

Divinity rhymes words with the music's scales that rank flesh & blood, I pocololo?

Seedless, weedless drill sergeants that run dozens for Colonel Klink's, giddyup, go.

Common denominators' numerators, fallen ones stretchin' into an empty, holy void

Nanometers & parsecs from one extreme to another bull-snake's eyes I'm to avoid

Punks, confused young, fatherless children who taught us to give it to 'em good, lord

Dot matrix Black Void, nothing but Space & Time, movies move one unmoved Word!

Men of peace and love, long hair fell out & left them older and bald, head's cut a jib

What I am is what I am & what you are is One and the same, use propositional logic

God's damned fools in the calculus function trying to make it to the end without dyin'

Magic spell of the sounds, voices blowin' hot air out of the hellfire deep in Adam's rib.

Costume and masks to hide the calcium of the starburst, skulls & crossbones, my son

Spanked or disciplined by the iron fist, as above, so below it goes on forever, it is fun

Opposite of the good times are the Time of your life, perception, contemplation above

Below a heavenly being, a white trash happy ending, twisted Earth's Ironic core Love.

Response to the sun blowing it's cool and becoming as hot as a million Mercury atoms

Smoke rising above and below the whole shebang, it's not my problem on Highway 61

I'm on California RRte #49 with or without @BobDylan.com or a gang's foolish moms

Rain came after the windstorm and carried the cells of moms and dads of a Fool's Son.

Predict the ending, not knowing the beginning but here and now, nevertheless, Spaced

Out to the ends, a solar system's galaxy and beyond to the end of the Universal I, Zed

Ruthless, no mercy for the fanatic's desperate prey, between skin living & the holy jive

Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, cousins & friends, buzz in the bee hive!

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 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXVth @ 757 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @BobDylan 2022 LIVEOakland, California. 11 June, 2022 @ https://youtu.be/wrrPZU_-jjA & ON TO THE CONCERT TONIGHT IN SACRAMENTO'S MEMORIAL AUDITORIUM, ROADIES ROLLIN'! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#YANKEE-doodle-DYLAN

#GrassBudsGreenerOnMySide #AllmanBrothersDownLower @OsbourneBrothersUpHigh #elvis

 ME & #BLACKJACK, WORD UP-IN TENNESSEE

I almost aborted the mission in the middle of conception, I always cut Time too close

To the deadlines that come and go for no reason at all, just because you think it's OK

I know & you know, actually you don't know like I know but it ain't my fault red rose

Lined up against the wall with the punch line to make you laugh your derriere off, gay.

Monkeys in no manner, shape or form can abort their fetuses at will, only woman can

Men have no choice to attempt saving the species from annhilation, just extinction sin

Ape philosophy of cause and effect, language of signs and sounds of micro aggression

You don't know you're being assaulted until you have no defense & just all too human.

Bungle in the jungle, concrete or asphalt or dirty, rotten plant fodder, buried manbone

Free to shut the intercourse up inside of your jaw, popular vote's a mail-in ballot to fly

Breed until you can't breed any longer, pass on the DNA if you can, it's a roll of the die

Mongrels and immortal spiritual souls that can't be seen by eyes of black light's vision.

Kill nothing but things that qualify as a product of divine cause, fission-fusion stop sign

Liquid rock, magma blowing it's top thirty two miles high & falling in gravity's collapse

Theoretical mathematics and scientific progenesis of something born in a blacker hole

Darker than looking deep down in the Earth itself, cosmic light of day's blissful shine.

So, to be One with the Many although it appears impossible is the Way of sychophants

Eyeballs both removed when they were both fine, now blinded without the black light

Knowledge and wisdom coming into view, a catastrophe full of the animal scat refused

By the mouths of babes, all too human alien survivors without A Word, without hands.

Apes, bacteria and the rest of infinity's conglomeration of spicy times, overruled, abort

Don't think twice about this or anything else, never second guess the final guess short

Nevermore to know the actual Truth about the things and the origin of matter's junk

It's injected and consumed within to be discharged back to recycle the One, It Is FUNK!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #ContactOriginalSinnersFor #OverturnThisMoron drafted while jammin' to @DarylHall & DianeBirch #LifesTooShort @DarylsHouse 8-15-2009 link @ https://youtu.be/9LldYz2M8h8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoneGirl #SoulSearchin' ... 1 Margarita, 2 Margarita, 3 Margarita #SHOTS #TheEleganceFits

GOT YOUR SIX, TWO THREE, TWO ZERO TWO TWO

Finished off the creme of the crops creme like a bat outta hell or a Dorito Bandito face

It's a dual standard for the men with sombreros to stop the Id's divine leather & lace

A real man's woman provides death at the end of life, sunlight's burning love of Earth

Burnt stars of illogical reason in a fallacious argument's attempt to buy Big Bang birth.

When all it is can be summed up in fecal matters about the forms of ball points on skin

Whether pulp of the foilage or the outer wrap of the bones which contain the verve sin

Meaning that an entity has determined & programmed the young for good & uncouth

Choice's freedom from slavery is an illusion to assuage shock & awe of a Verbal Truth.

Secret no more since the creation of the illusion is no more than a vision ready to pop

Like a bubble in the invisible air, a thin film of nothingness' clear light, antithetical slop

I know what you know & vice versa, friends & foes alike remain mortal, no doubt to go

Around in circles as day & night shift place, I wobble in orbit, got to go with the flow.

Downstream above the fray, above the gases H2O and the Chlorine scent of rag gods

Never goin' down below into a tunnel or cave until there's no other option to change

To never turn around & turn back to the beginning is a shock, I am still in awe of beer

Drunk on a 12 pack of Old Style, from 20 to 70, 50 years every other day, drunk here.

On Earth as it will be in heaven, sharks attack you and satisfy their hunger for burger

Not ham but human, that's the way of an ignorant surfer who can see nothing below

The grey surface a reflection of the uncensored sun, hiding the predator ready to go

Pulled down to the bottom to drown your stupidity without Jack Daniels, gasp, oh no!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XXIIIrd, MMXXII (6-23-2022) Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Allowed this light into the day, I scribed while listenin' @LosLonelyBoys #CiscoKId link at https://youtu.be/hBas0YZdsc0  & to @ChicagoTheBand #DontGetAroundMuchAnymore link at https://youtu.be/TUMWGDEXStQ & after watchin' a clip from #ShootoutAtTheOKCorral link @ https://youtu.be/xEm-6lYMgCI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsPocket #Homerunner #Touchdowner #GoalieFromJupiter #Train #RickieLeeJones @Nickelback #BottomsUp

PISTOL PACKIN' MAMA, 6-22-22 PULL!  TRIGGERED

Inside or outside of the house that Jack built, with or without me & you, porch honk

My halo used to shine when I had the power to shape-shift from man to ghosty head

Above and below the heavenly skin smooth as mortal sin, exciting charge of electric

For the sake of reason & the legacy we all leave when we're gone, can't sing a GD lick.

Born to be free from the chord of the mother yet still under a magic spell of a father

Boys, men, girls & women every culture and everywhere on the planet, suck as gravity

A force to be reckoned with because it will drag your light conscious mind into Never

A place in Time that can never be, an hour in Space that you & I can't spend in a city.

Still we deliver the goods on time, recognize the immortality that's absent in the bones

Body #Woke, mine #Broke but still movin' ahead, movin' on to Ends of the rune stones

Silence to agree with silent noise of the atomic fission and fusion, got Covid from a fox

All of it and some of it and none of it, gonnereah of perspective, outside a batter's box.

Between the rocks and the hard places is where I lived for seven decades, shreddin' it

With or with the instruments of wood and wind, brass and animal skin and bare bone

In a band or recorded in perpetuity on mag tape, vinyl or electronic data, never to see

Spared all of the trouble from the innocent, the good, bad & ugly, yeah you know me.

My bearings are in the middle of freezing from the heat of friction & cherry pie to seize

The moment will be over before you can tell it's hopeless with a dose of a cool freezer

Mama & pop came in like a tornado and left in a hurricane, it's all the same, yes please

Luck of anybody on anthing is a matter of right place being at the right time, a weezer.

Fallen angels & upstanding devils of a leap year holy day, means I got a song to sing

Dreams endings are always the same for the dreamers left behind, the awakeening

It's a matter and form all in your mind, a picture that tells a story, of a real longhair

A few bars and a couple of chords to play the scale, trebble and cleff, a millionaire.

Correction of the pathways obstructions pushing the head forward, close to The Ends

Human or not, this narrow way is the way it is, it was this way 'fore I got here friends

Punks and the hammers who run the 'hoods, the steets of the mean little muthers' Id

Leftover fodder believed a copulation was one's choice but it's just mother nature kid.

You always have to do what you have to do to survive the by and bye or you be extinct

Means to be ready to fight for your life, your belongings, your kin, your friends in synch

Every moment matters, nothing more than two seconds that ticks is important to you

As above, so below to everyone from God's Adam to the newborn, a cosmic beef stew.

Balls and chains rollin' behind me and you like we don't know how to live with the free

Slavery seems to be the pied piper welcomin' the fans into the entrance to hear & see

The sound and light show from the airs beats and echoes from wall to wall, floor high

After the encore, house lights go up and down, mind as well get stone, got cut to fly.

Ain't got the sheet to do, the fleet to be sunk in the pink champagne and pick me up

Higher than the ground of zero and being the living DNA of the Star called Sun, a God

Without It, we don't breathe, oxidate your mindless contents, a cannibal void-vision

Food for thought in big mouths of 32 teeth or less, 2 sets hangin' on for life, Slo-Gin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Wednesday 6-22-2022 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST 

{ Dusted off my boots & thrust this jam out of my spurs while listenin' to @ChrisStapleton #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Dck-RbRoZEU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoCarsForKids #AccidentsNeverHappen #WaitWhat? #TwoBlackDogs #AssTheWorldTurnsBottomsUp ... Want my @Nickelback

what a maroon...

 

DRONES 100 vs. SHADOW 1 YIELDS 2 ZEROS

Being in and out of the burger joints to make sure you make it clear to the ended glee

From George to Abe, everything is everything except inside of the holy Singularity See

Cups & bottles to contain the liquid gas, the H2O in #Tongues so oh say can you assist

Bums and junkies have the same bottoms as the resiliant wealthy & poor communists.

Cool your jets and ground the pilots and navigators along with the stewards of fliers' kin

Passengers along for the paid ride along the cosmic trail, every direction of up and down

In and out to the empty space between our ears, we see the ball, we hit & catch it flown

Whether we planned it to be or not to be, we all are here and now, lucky to breathe sin.

At the top of the world, this world that we know, Earth from pole to pole, 'round My H2O

Full or empty of intelligence yet a sentient being, as a slug or snail, moves like a cool head

Younger or older than the first woman on Earth ever was since she was born 22 years old

Mature incubation of the species' survival or extinction is recommended or sperm's dead.

Points made inferred from induced deductions' conclusions, these things are ours, that's all

We've got nothing but the grave ahead and downward bound to boot, in a Jack in The Box

Without me in there, who I used to think that I was is indeed, the lump of ash and gold dust

Left over crowns in the dentures all that's left over for the pirates who will pillage in a fuss.

Perfect yet not necessarily the chaos you'd expect when you are personally out of control

Just The Being Supreme, the only important One you believe that you are, indeed you are

Hidden from you due to the random DNA combinations roaming Earth to kill & eat the car

Half over and around the ellipse of the Earth's planetary sojourn around the Hot As a Star.

Shocking awe, upward to the emptiness & far away from burning love light, all that I am too

Pink inside and darker than blue on the outside, Harold the herald lying like a load of foo foo

Got the musical weapons making vibrations of the Good, the Bad & the grim Uglier than me

It means I'm in a unique position, I'm the only one gonna die when it's time for me, not to be.

So, therefore, then & only then when it's all over, last gasp, mouth agape, eyes wide open, It

A revelation after the facts of life have been spilled like the pork & beans on the campfire pit

Oh man, the women had the XX and all we ever had by chance was the XY, chromosone dice

Dye rolled alone can survive in a vacuum but when the chips are down, a back-up arm is nice.

Drones are programmed only to follow the command and never to adjust the program desire

No free will to choose in the Dronology of metallic configurations of animated antimatter wire

One cell of Life that divides into two cells and those two soon divided into four, All that's a sin

Unconsciously intent of momentum leads from the First Cause to the Black Hole, I'm out & In.

Dreaming sensations as if you're actually right there in 'that' space at 'that' time, all so #Woke

Brought everything to the battle at the end of the war for peace, fought until my mind broke

Like shattered glass falling on grounded DNA fowl, pork, mutton & oxen beef bouillon, as I am

As above as it is below my Father's screaming eagle's flight, grim dawn to dusk, a Door Slams!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, June XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini #SummerSolstice #FarFromTheSunSon

{ Jammed while bangin' to @ArmstrongGettyRadio link @ https://radiostationusa.fm/online/talk-650-kste & kickin' some gas around with @Chris_Stapleton link to #Millionaire @ https://youtu.be/MPoN-FNB2V8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

i am the applicant's dad . . .  & your point?

Alligator legends . . . W O R D U P TRUCK #Mortified #ahoooChooChoo

POP YOUR DUAL CLUTCH & ENTER INTO MY NOSTRILS

If you want to desire and need more than your share, just get born against a free will

I tried to abort myself prior to the origin's entry into Light, but I was too GD strong

So strong that not only was I birthed by a wonder-virgin pushed out a window, EEK

Born to be wild, to run & just to be takin' up space for a century give or take a week.

So, television programming shows acting characters pretending to jump out a window

They always survive because they really don't jump to their death, all dead hero fads

As if the Truth is hard to find & when you find it, it's hard to believe, it's Homer's doe

Pointing nowhere, to me, all 360 degrees around the nucleus, in graves' gravity, egads!

Coming to Jesus, Mary & Joseph appear to be ridiculous for the creation-uncreated It

Did I make this up, like a moron, like an idiot, I've fallen for the same old story, etc etc

It'll end & it'll get you down, there's nothing that comes after that, skid road in a sky

Gauge is reading that there's no charge left in the batteries & I'm all out of juice, Bye!

You must go from the day to night without screaming about miscommunication sins

Relax and chill out before you snap an artery or vein in your neck, it feeds your brains

In one ear and out of the other come the words on the air, retain the ID, make a livin'

Ate a chilli relleno at lunch, drank 2 pina colada for lunch, seduced my wife, I'm all in.

Wink at me in a hue of blue not powder or sky or royal or green, it's a lapis lazuli blue

Rock made in the core of the planet and thrust out in an explosion of stored Tiramisu

Cornflakes and crispy rice in and out of the mouths of babes & their babies' of daddy

Gets the money and stamps for the whack smack thrown down for the naked of a city.

Monkeys doin' their thing, dancin' for the food they need to store for late night snacks

The games I played and a game I've hunted & captured while bustin' a move on a mic

All of them players I ran in the streets of asphalt and cement with, they're still here in

Or thereabouts, somewhere they are still pretending they've got the genie in a bottle.

Magic they have little of, but they think and whatever they think, happens in routine

Perfect in or out of the union between us in this gap between heaven & the Void bin

Angels fear to go there but it's The Way, only One free will not to UFO shape or form

Death and the birth are the illusions you live and die with, it ain't my fault, The worm.

Heard a stampede of The Herd begin & get closer than it needed to premature birth

Noise so loud that you couldn't hear anything when the noise ends, watch & read lips

There's the recovery from the jazz that we all immersed in a dysfunctional mortal sin

Fear's an inspiration, The Ways of Id warriors leaking Life's Truth, a Death to begin!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Bent the zone while jammin' to the #FlyGirls dancin' on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BGB2Vm_Msyk }

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

#OnTheHunt #HauntedHunter #ShoGotThatRight AC/DC Skynyrd @WarrenHaynes @Gov'tMule

BIG BANGIN' BACKWARDS WISDOM, @BigSur BUCKET LIST

The end of the alpha brand of the human species is good, bad and ugly

Crying about the spilled milk is going to get you some beanstalk beans

Climbing to the heavens above the Earth will get you a #Woke moniker

'Cause you think that you're the conscience of a pirate's gold treasure.

Now hear this, comprehend subjects, verbs & predicates of  #Woken

Logic and reason of the inductions and deductions is flawed, it's broke

As if nobody knew this before they sent you to school, to know A,B,C's

Modify my natural selection's evolution into a cream of crops, please?

So that when I personally expire & become the refused old scoundrel

Nothing will catch me to hurt, kill or eat me, containerized in one cell

DNA is in the atom, a code of random gravitational inertia, lucky draw

I twisted your arm before I undressed you baby, it was cut like a saw.

Game over, game's up and there will be no more Time in Space, ever

Again and again, you come back thinkin' it's never gonna end, infinity

It don't but you will, the contrived present you got from mama & papa

Or the orphanage, or your big brothers & sisters, I can see, we all see.

Looking up from the fallout of the Charm and Love, a dream in a dream

Whatever they left we received, we agreed not to bleed out a hissy fit

Just rollin' with the punch of the poles & the tropics, reoriented scum

Barns full of the hay to feed the yards live stock, we'll kill & eat them!

Bloods no been here forever, it's magnetic flow of solar power, God In

The formidible endless parade of the monkeys on a way to slaughters

On stage or back stage, the honey flows from the lonely lovers of hers

Preaching words that mean nothing to nobody who can't hear, I'm sin.

More or less than a musical genius I incorporate in a treble of trouble

Did you say a sychophantic tirade results from being a dead superhero

Saved all of the ones who betrayed your trust & the loyal cock & bulls

Stockyards of the slaughter, bloody, aromatic dead meatballs of fools.

River flows downstream toward the equator, either way, already gone

Out of sight and mind of the divine and the all too humane, all my sun

Star above letting the power go to grow on the rock, the stone of ash

Blown smithereens gone in a HOLY finale, Big Bang Singularity mash.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  #HappyFathersDay even if you didn't know that you're One & your progeny runnin' around tryin' to figure if you're alive or not... I digress, jammed this while listenin' to @WarrenHaynes @Govt_Mule link @ https://youtu.be/VcZYD6_BHUY & From @LynyrdSkyrd @ https://youtu.be/Hspvuv8AcNw }

 

F I N I S

W.W.AR.D.?