#TwoADaze #SaturdayNightsalrightForFightin @SirEltonJohn

HAPPY TIME WAS ALWAYS GOING TO BE WHAT NEVER LASTED FOREVER, YOU KNEW

Fortune always favors the present who are ready to receive the unholy ghost symbolic hussle

It always clears the air above & below all the things alive & without life, smokin' sa tone's goal

Fruits of the vines to eat, drink & be merry for tomorrow, nobody knows what's happenin' Oz

I asked around for sixty-five years since the age of reason overtook my mind, such as, because.

Like or unlike the short posts and tweets by weighing the measure of your #Wokeness tune

Ethics and morality match the group or it doesn't, disagree with what's right for me in a rune

Told the fortune from the alpha to the omega, matter & form make room in Space is Timeless

Central intelligence doesn't exist on Earth, that's a hope turned into all fear for the hopeless.

In the middle of the road, neither far right nor left just anchored right in the cajones, oh son

Marking territory to avoid the scuffles for choice ground & air for survival, your city's all gone

It takes a lot of shells & rounds to do that, mean marauders are legion, you ain't no GD toad

Therefore, as a man or woman meowing to protect One's own, don't pretend on War's road.

Burrows, counties, townships & collections of unredeemable melodies' ennui double speak

Sprayin' the speeding metal to mitigate the whole shebang, at least make 'em spring a leak

Out of the severed blood vessels that normally carry the blood from head to toe, circularity

Interrupted by lead bullets & pointed arrowhead rock, we brought the Sun & Moon to tea.

Broken arrows and blank rounds of 7mm, .357 & shotgun slugs, the arsenal is the fort finale

Nobody's gettin' out alive, not Popeye, Whimpy, Olive Oyl, Sweet Pea or Brutus, kicks' reality

Memories of the past and the future ones which haven't occured yet but will soon be enough

Peace ahead at the ending of this War, the band stays but the battles for dominance, tough.

There will be no substitute for that priveleged behavior inherited by virtue of being a six gun

Or a woman or a child before the adulthood age of reason, man equals man less all too human

Meaning of the substance that the forms consist of sisters' & brothers' prefabricated via DNA

History of the ancients who left a record carved in stone & scratched on paper or trash RNA.

If running the world was all left up to me, I'd stop the rotation, the orbit of revolutionary ilk

Before breakfast I get down every day, still married to a tea totler, pretty little doll with milk

My business is hers & vice versa, I'm the muscle if needed for backup, no worries I got #Hair

Bodyguard is always help wanted, hope angels in the fields got my back, high buds out there.

Beachboy's haircut just for the boys in the hood to make fun of my dad's #Deadhead trickles

Crew cut all of my long, dead follicles to be as cool as a zero hero, who never bet two nickels

Credited for the blue and black skies above and below this dirty ball of water & rock, kiss a lot

Compared to nothing happening at all, anything seems better than absence of jungle survival.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday, 7-30-2022 Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Sculpted out of the word salad, the 'given' while listenin' to @EltonJohn @SaturdayNightsAlrightforFighting from the #YellowBrickRoad cd link @ https://youtu.be/26wEWSUUsUc }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NothingsChanged #ChangedDollarBills #WINNINGlosers #AllTruthOneBigLie #EyeUsedToCare #ThingsHAVEChangedAfterall #MrJinx & #MissLucy in #FlakeLake

NO PEACE OF MIND ON AUGUSTA BOULEVARD'S BLOCK

As sweets roll, a fuel for the spark isn't enough for the dream to evoke pickin' & grinnin'

In the face of the live evil that lurks below the ground where dead bodies go sinnin'

If there's anything other than the core of hell below, I want to know, I am rockin' boy

Deliver the Word, the Truth I can handle, I am the crazy event that loved a tight toy.

Being and the Nothingness on it's opposite end of all else, more void than I for spies

In and out of the joints that keep the beat and harmony for a million fake truth lies

Teasin' me when you hold me less tight than the time you fell off the cliff, I got you

Fine as the day I dragged you out of the rip tide in the island of hunks burnin' blue.

Who ain't been to the top of the volcano down where the ocean can't get above it

Garden of Eden always the final spike in the coffin, containing the astral dust crypt

Trains, planes & hotrods from anywhere but Detroit or Chicago, twin city of a pyre

It ain't my fault that the whole bunch of lake lovers congregated for a Chicago fire.

But the pizza and the beefs, the redhots from Vienna and the Blues from the southside

Of the mice & men who run the shows for the herd, the brood, the folks of the Pride

Of lions and humans, tigers and primates all who rule the jungle, concrete cool as Ice

Nevermore to melt in the blast of burning gas, sunshine in the darkness, Love's advice.

Get ready, get on board for yourself and your soul that may or not be there, God's hired

In every case, rigor mortis will set in, as far as I've seen & if you're not food, you're fired

Inside of a padded coffin or ash & bone wishin' in the wind over a cliff, on the ocean edge

Know nothing, there's a lot of that, immerse in it, roll in the stone, spark gods' privelege.

I was roamin' around the 'hood lookin' for someone I could love, she found me at night

In disguise of course, you cannot expose the Truth immediately, it is an awesome sight

Fear & loathing for all things mothers & fathers tricked me into believing, all's all divina

Guided by the dogs of the war I joined, a vet of peaceful SKOR, over the ocean of China.

Broken into infinitely tiny pieces and the TNT didn't help keep the light within the head

Smoke and plant chemistry pull most of the dead & gone back from the crypt, it's ahead

Apes die just like the rest of the pack, what are you gonna do?  Uncles, Aunts, my cousins

Friends & those I'll never know, they came, they're all gonna go down under, life for sins?

Truck's bucket seats, nip & tuck ready for the fine hind end, on the way to the corn field

That kiss led to more than I had in store, suddenly I got caught & blamed for the healed

Virgin got immaculately conceived down by the creek around 2 AM, maybe it was three

Married now, children grown & gone, still recollect the day y'all got gone girl, it was me!

Here it is about fifty years later, more or less and still hairy things burn wings & bodily fur

Hangin' our clothes on the old dogwood down by the creek, used to care, Green River Sur

@Woke when you were gone girl, never left your number but I saw It, a heaven on Earth

Picket fences made of kryptonite bombs about to blow hell loose in a Windy City's heart.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, July XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crashed, burned, ressurection, #ThingsHaveChanged @Bob_Dylan link @ https://youtu.be/U4zlA6NoSVE?list=RDMM }

F I N IS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GTFOOMW #TurnKeyLockUp #SlimmerDarkerShadier @BrooksAndDunne @JoeLouisWalker #SlimShady

SUPERNOVA CIRCUS ANNHILATION

Grandmama, laughed & changed my diapers, times you don't recall, crash a party's crew

End of the awakening means you're dead as a doornail, hammers and arms in hand too

Punks smoke, old folks shrivel up & burn into ash, as it was in the beginning, so I'm told

Was nowhere near the origin & assuming I'll not be anywhere near the ends, gettin' old.

Monkeys and the tar of the blackness, slaves before The Romans & Greeks & The Nubians

Apes elevated to the stars, all dead & gone, Washington forward & backward, mortal sins

Punks and pilgrims moved first, forests burned down like the good native American Dove

Flipped upside down, an eight is an eight either way & so is a one, there's only one, Love.

Evil & Live do what they do, above & below the morons rule the idiots who groomed us

All for One & One for none but the One, that's the Word, concentration on the question

You know all of the answers to all inquiry, nothing can be created nor destroyed for a bee

Or a bird on a flower, Slaves got no brakes, existence & presence cross dead ends for free.

Crucify your gods, bring them back to persecute your friends & enemies, strangers as well

Everybody's here for the party & this is the way it's gonna go for the duration of the play

Curtains up and the stage is the place where the scenes go down, turn into play-do today

Or yesterday's tomorrow which is inded, still today, all inclusive jerk-offs, all to deep hehl.

Roman, Greek, Philistine & the horde I grew from deep below the graves of the Huns' Id

If I thought pain was coming, I would avoid it at all costs, kill me as I succeed as the Hero

Important yet insignificant in the scheme of Things Themselves, matter & form #Makeup

Animated, commercialized and exterminated into oblivion, ride on, foot's out the stirrup?

Gonna blow your mind that's grown from adolescent to adult, your mom was a good girl

She is half of what you are and your other half is the father himself, who was an evil boy

Nevermind the fact that in nature, there's a molding of the DNA code of both my genders

Form of the matter, sight challenged, makes no difference, mystics chillin', I Am All, Hers!

Kicked the mules in the barn & they had no defense for my offense, master & slave lie

Slaves are a moment away from kickin' the flimsy bones of the masters, enter the whip

Cream kind works pretty good but it doesn't snap & crack as well, it's a misnomer chip

It may even be more current, pumpin' poison into a tour of your nose & mainline high.

Evoked the smoke of the burnin' black & white trash, all of the comic & cook book tease

From the imagination of the programmed nonsense, as it is written, in the A's & B's seas

Mountains broken down into the invisible dust, red, black, white & blue, it do what it do

Crossroads to six broken hearts, tick tock trash, twitter & F-booked & they #OB woke you.

Fur got all fired up before the BBQ and the meat got hot, blood dried on the meat, chops

Jobs all done with a smile on my face, for the controversy I listened to the lovely box tops

All empty-headed brothers & sisters from other mothers & fathers, it's all empty with me

Circus, it's the DEAD CARP thing, it's all over & the way's narrow, symbolic SMOKE, Free!

by

r j j  stephan I

c.  Vendredi, July XXIX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Beat this dong doing... #Matrix jammin' to @Eminem #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/_Yhyp-_hX2s @SlimShady #WhiteAmerica #EricaLovesMyChit #EricLooksJustLikeThis #LookAtHowManyHugEyeGit #DoTheMath @ https://youtu.be/RZIzD0ZfTFg  &  WTH the video #Dogg  https://youtu.be/um4-d7VzZiE?list=PL45141BCDC5BDBD8E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IfYOUhadJustONEshot #WouldYouTakeIt?  #OpenYourMouth #TimesUPDOWN #ONEshot

#IdiotsInParadise #CantGetNextToYou #Brooks&Dunne #NeonMoon #LIVE

YOU & I SEE EYE TO EYE, MORON'S TONGUE IN THE CHEEK, KIMOSOBBY

For the last time there's plausible deniability for the Truth, a denial that it can be false is faith

Nobody believes that impossible is plausible or probable, only a moron would fill in the blanks

So, since I profess my idiocy in utero & a benign attention paid to the nuns & priests of gods

Still now, whiskey from the bottle is the best of the best nights, as long as you ain't hotrods.

Some get buried 'cause they die young in their teens & twenties, before the babies grew up

Raised by step fathers and mothers who bred with them on birth control, good for humanity

For the love of gold, silver, shells or other collectors' shapes & sizes of things themselves, chit

You know & I know, it's a matter of Time in Space, astronomical astronaughts are The #s#it!

To be or not to be isn't the only question but it is a good one, answer is, to be is better, man

If you have an alternate view, feel free to save more air for the gratefully dead, all too human

I feel free but it's only because I'm far, far away & out of the womb that imprisoned me, God

I remeber all nine months & I didn't want to mispronounce the verbs & objective subjects' Id.

Now & then you come across the roads that cross & you can't turn back, forward to a plow

Furrow in the ground and ready for the seed & water to grow the roots to a flowered blow

In the form of a flowered bud moving away from gravity to the unreachable heaven above

Already gone before the entry into the immortal club of skulls & bones, a nudge & a shove.

Hearts and souls before & during the War, come out with an incident that can't be forgotten

Wearing a wire on the trail you began in the teens & on to the ends of this trip on planet 1

The only one I'll ever know since I ain't superman or any other interplanetary being in sinsin

Musk smell & sweet taste of success in the middle of nowhere with nothing, it's one & done.

Monkeys with or without the pocks, in and out of your mother's and father's blue jean legs

It's just a matter of the DNA getting a distorted message from the RNA, a mutation's crags

In motion, it's never the same, nothing ever remains nothing, it becomes what you see yet

It's a zone of the area that evil and worse, bad men without mothers & fathers, don't fret.

You & I, the rest of us that came after the first of us all, every other earth sign's reproduction

Spinnin' rotatin' orbitin' from the Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, chicken came before the 12 egg

Or maybe it was an egg that came prior to a Thing's form-way, it's a mystery's random up-fin

On the surface of liquid, on a hardwood solid board, flyin' high up over the tidal wave's spin.

Didn't you come out of the closet after nobody found you inside of it, idiot trench raincoats

Dry and still asleep in the dream you had when you fell down the rabbit hole's moron totes

Hobble along until the final gasp of soon to leave life & death removes you from a presence

You're all gone, Cisco Kid was an amigo, nobody left just like the day prior to my self defense.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, July XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Dog & God, word spells front & backward, the One, spread this pablum out of my psyche while scamming the #BestOfCaddyShack1980 link @ https://youtu.be/NaqGBF9nUb8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AreYouBullScattin'? #ComeOnMan #JerseyGirlsROCK (MY ITALIAN WIFE 'C')

PUNKS, DERELICTS & OUR BROTHERS' DAUGHTERS

I don't like being the only one knowing about something critical, therefore, it is

Without further ado that I introduce myself & my ilk, so I can validate the peace

It's here and now, before and after the wars we wage with our cousins' crossbone

You and I know one thing for certain, it's a principle of Substance, a Form of One.

It's as above from a thought to below as an action, gods go up & come down in twos

In the air, like telephone or cellphone or radio waves we receive & clear off the blues

Common ground I cannot retrieve from the empty void full of happiness & my tears

All gone, already better now that I've forgotten the pleasure & pain of 6 pack of beers.

Bums are really the humanity that lost it's way of reproducing the species' prostitutes

Pretending to replicate the species for the cash in greenbacks or fool's gold trinket trash

Any port in the storm means that you go where it's safe and warm when it's a sunami

Aftereffects come when it's all over, you get the bends, the runs & then you'll all see.

Lucky to have been here for the moments allowed, above & below the life I have lived

There's nothing more nor less than all else with or without a wink & a nod,  I am loved

Subatomic or macrocosmic dots of data allow the compilation's constellation H2O bed

Stop breathing yourself, you're dead, it's over, you're a mind & brain, then you DEAD!

Invent the wheel & invent how to steal the wheels & you get to this civilized culture

In front of your eyes, you learn the ropes from the young who knew nothing's pure

Like ten commandments or a golden rule to force the animal to be carnivore's best

Or just any humanity would do if it wasn't negative but it's survival of me, a fit test!

After a while with the crockodiles you find yourself deep in the swamp of ill will

Nobody but the orphans that surround you with their cultural ethnographic pill

Takin' it like a man, like a punch in the face or bein' a woman's hell, a labor race

Pain & suffering to change from one to two in nine months more or much less.

On the game, there never were any rules, just laws of thermodynamic mud

Rocks the cold & grown old into a hodgepodge of something bleeding blood

Meaning the sounds of silence & the words of language expressing little feat

In the finale, there's no encore, it's over when it's over, finis, it is complete!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini at 555 AMPST

{ Drafted in Silence, click, click of the keyboard, internet & youtube DOWN... UP }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HighlyUsual #KinkInTheCrypt #WackyTobacky #KosmikTriangleDebris

'WE' BE PRONOUNS MY AARDVARK, FOUR KNEES TAKEN GETTIN' HEAD

Words are up & down, all around the rosy ring of fired bums

Junkies too don't forget they can't buy, they steal 151 rums

For their empty bellies that the garbage in the minimall allows

Walkin' around from cemetery to your mother's highs & lows.

You won't know about anything at all the day after you expire

Last breath is your last relation with star power, red hot fire

At one with the many, the entire volume of the vacuum I am

Accident of a collision of random atoms in a matrix of Ispam.

Ignoramous of you & your mothers, you're killin' me, I'm lyin'

Truth is a matter of recalling the events past accurate upfin

#FinsUp means something more than you think, than you know

Here and now, be debriefed to allow the top secret leak cow.

Wally died, Beaver grieves, ma & pa got there ahead of Time

Where that is, if I told you, I'd have to annhilate this rhyme

Because you'd think you're so pretty & smart in virtual rooms

Yeah, you know like I know, underpass from wombs to tombs.

There in one place in Space & then in that future Time, I am

Unmoved mover that stopped the momentum of linear forces

Ahead of its time, it'll be forgotten before anyone knows it

Written or spoken, Aha, it's the burn of the gas, that is It!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XXVIth, MMXXII A.D. @ 1030 AMPST

{ Jacked this One out the mass of the conglomerate, atomic debris & listenin' to @TheFreakBrothers #RyansReeferFactory you'll immerse within @ https://youtu.be/9FSLv3V2RzI & @PeteDavidson #FreakBrothers @ https://youtu.be/hc30_Rwxffk }

 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

KOSMIK TRIANGLE DEBRIS

#SonnyWasntJokin' #WackyTobacki

COOL TO RULE MY WORLD, KISS  WORD ON THE BOX

In a New York Minute, a thrilling feeling came on stage

It ain't my fault at all that my conception occurred in rage

Father and mother were made at one another, I'm the End

Of the argument to have or not have the holy sex to mend.

Hell and heaven were moved to get to the meeting of Force

I needed both to arrive and use the trivial pursuits to pass

In and out of Time & Space that you're in and out of Mass

Energy is a prescription to die and leave a pretty old corpse.

On or off, in or out, above or below, one & the same, we're in

Never in a million years or even ten minutes can you guess it

Truth, Justice, the American Way of super men & women ilk

Just 'cause they believed they're so pretty, drank the milk.

Far from the beginning of moving from being at eternal moral Sin

Corruption is the orgasm of a wet dream you get #Woke in

It's a sticky situation from the first time to the last Jack

Not our fault that it's all the cream of the dream, a Fact.

Here & so far so good, it will remain here, my life & my wife

Per chance do you know the inside of your skull very well, life

If it ain't workin' at peak performance, you're goin' extinct

It's inside of our DNA code, not our will to survive unkinked.

Talking heads singing the lyrics to the way of the symbols

In or out of your mind & into your wives' pants, horde holes

Out of those dresses and into those hot pants & slim jeans

All the money-makers gettin' bum-rushed a Wild West scene.

Cowboys y'all killin' me in dusty streets check with a rook

Up from the livery stable down by a mating hotel & saloon

Where all the ladies who got born & raised Eastern hook

Simple or complex as the words always are in deduction ice.

Following the premises clearing the way for the induction L

Loser as y'all gotta be, it's a genetic anomoly, can't stand T

Smokes from ashtrays and our fathers' mouths, swear to G

As it happens as always, it ain't my fault, never was me, C?

Recollect the reason for your being here and now, middle way

Can't turn back 'cause the rear's disappeared all in One day

Outlaws are good guys and the bad guys are our Ma & Pa

Who know life would bring a Wild, Wild West in a Lady GaGa.

Busted bum-rush got no tryst in mind & no money to blow

In a bunch or on credit for the plastic smell of the Master

Perfection can be the One & the Only way to be, so I am

Hard to get next to, I am as hot as a pistol, six-gun slam.

Amend this on your seconded emotion, pinned the medal hard

On the chest, over the heart where you sent yourself, bard

Writing the rhyme and the prose as if it means more or less

Even steven, blown, sucked, smashed, contracted, so confess.

Monkeys gave you the monkey  meat to eat, to move it on

Through the system, can't handle the heat, get off the sun

Hearts are all in or all out, gonna draw or die holstered, son

You know you're mad at me, want to bleed on my .44 gun.

Went out runnin' & ended up walkin' on the center, my son

In between the songs and dreams of the moms' pop's bone

Who ain't here any longer, just like we'll all be someday soon

In a bag, a box, an urn of silver, ASH in the ocean, stream Stone.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, July XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Kicked the jam out while listenin' to @ZZTop #TubeSteakBoogie link @ https://youtu.be/eCUCSqcSnac & @PRINCE live #kiss @PaisleyPark link @ https://youtu.be/CkrT9u7ms1c }

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

#MINIONS & #TheBLUES #ColonelSanders #TrumpCapers

LOSE ALL YOUR MARBLES, AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

There is a reason for those who stand for nothing at all, all in a hall of a hotel

Extinction of species' injected whiskey all night, injection of venom ala clown

Trivial pursuits while being #Woke or #Asleep, all of y'all will fall downtown

Even microscopic electrons too fast to see, she said, what I say I can't tell

It's mainly a reaction to gravity's pull on atoms, we move sweeter nothings

Up, down & all around everywhere on sea, land & thin air under my wings

Always trying to be happy and painless, nudge & a shove from the boondoks

As I know they want to do unto me, but anyway, all there is, matrix of rocks.

Kidding as far as I can pick and grin, beatin' animal skins with bone drum stix

I ain't in the tune but I'm out of tune with the rhapsody and the concerto fix

Keyboards of notes C,D,E,F,G,A, sharp & flat, chords of 7ths and majors to go

Nobody I know of is superman, superwoman on the take, on the dole, yo Bro!

Supermice or just a #MightyMouse, price you gotta pay for findin' out who's who

Be all too human, walkin' all over the sidewalks & turf I've no claim to, no tattoo

I know what it's like to dig on a trip & then find out the the trip ain't yours, a fact

Somebody started trippin' way before I came into a picture, I'm just the final act.

Your time on Earth is up and the Present and the Past have bowed to the Future

Pretend that you chain smoke tobacco rolled in thin plant pulp, tweeking a cure

For the bird flu and the black plague that kill everybody's dream, likes it or nots

I'll give you a hint so that you may smoke the leaf until the burn kindles robots.

Boots above and below the ground of being and stayin alive, all it takes's a kicker

In the heads above or below, the pain & suffering remain in a material oil slicker

On ground of the left over rock that's not turned to sand underwater, found it

God's eye is open and it's myopic or astigmatic, trifocal fagot needs a monacle.

Drunk as a skunk although skunks don't get drunk, it's a manner of our speech

Fear and loathing for the mass of humanity, less the dead & gone on my beach

You might not know it & even if you do know it, the Truth is rough but I'm ready

In this Space of this solar system's area in the galaxy, parsecs away from infinity.

Simmer until you evaporate, in an atmosphere here before & IT will be hereafter

Being as such, One thing, all by itself without morphine & goddess' heroine skin

Orphanages all empty since every mother's son & daughter have hard time's kin

On the way to the extinction, bow & bend over for the reload, gotta pound it in.

On the way out of the door where even dark angels fear to go, you gotta look back

Where you were is where you'll never be again, that's just the way it goes in black

Outerspace with room for Nothing & every other atom, my things & 1% of minions

Used the deductable for the down payment, then charged payment in full to sons.

They bought their ways into the pie in the sky, it wasn't lemon merangue but good

French Apple, Cherry Pie burnt in a 1-hit trick, sweet Jane sweepin' the Chicago oil

Smell like you just got out of the shower after camping for three days with all pests

My last shot, I scored &  reaped what I sewed!  Game's over!  Hand for our guests!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 7-24-2022 A.D. @ 1212 AMPST

{  Jammed listenin' to https://youtu.be/2kGEhX_s2_g @TobyKeith #WackyTobaccy }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

UM, HELL NO