@JoeLouisWalker #TooDrunkToDriveDrunkTonight & other music battles with the bass & treble trouble! @WARtheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto #OldQueens #YoungStuds #NothingMoves

SON OF A GRINGO, CISCO KID'S NEUROTIC COMPLEXITY *

Parts of the whole found buried underground of a being

At a fool's abode, Homer love & hate of the dream's ring

Couped up in the town, nobody knows the centered One

Deeply integrated into the soul's equation of a bee sting.

It's completely fallen apart into an infinite conglomerate

Everywhere except where you can see is the hiding place

Ain't no mind funk down in a box down under or an urn

Sure ain't my fault that you're a fool in love with a burn.

It is what it is when you're honest & seeing a god's belief

That you & all Life from DNA is GOD, the rest is acid relief

Getaways from borders, natural born Martian, dirty rats

Offense & defense of the Way, narrow sharps, wide flats.

Brung communion to my party, shot Don Julio Especiale

Spirit hot enough to enter grounds of being my ol' pal AL

Needing the air, the water & Time in Space, it's My Way

After this & that fills the ether with my 208 bones to pay.

Let it all go for no reason other than a misunderstood hit

On your psyche's challenge to surviving a play, all over It

Matter & the forms puttin' your funk ahead of a climax

It's comin' & goin' from A Center, off the record redacts.

Call the empty Space heaven just like the casket confines

Or if it's an Urn turned upside down on a Hawaii incline

Downhill & downstream & eventually out to a deep sea

Scenery change from a spot, a dot to a perspective of Z.

All of it gone in a puff of smoke, it's the way it is, I agree

With the Word, answer to the only important question 3

When's my last day & why does it have to be secret sight

Question everything, all authority is a concept of might.

Things have changed smak in the middle of rowin' a boat

Downstream through the eddys & pools of nasty moats

Keepin' the stench out of our faces gets natural selection

Something 'bout a truck & a beer sittin' on cold ice & sin.

Red sundresses havin' fun in the day & night, look at it

Up, down and all around, she just liked my truck jacked

Jumpin' in a creek early in the AM gets your chill to burn

Gettin' to be near surrender's Bad Smell, a Chicago urn.

I learned to talk & stop walkin' in diapers, soil to drench

Now to predicate the subjects and objective of a wench

Lookin' to be married to it, a premature pregnant hump

Scapegoating & displacement behavior, being a chump.

Grand scale of things in microscopic form, electron proof

Fat, thin men both do their best to kill blue mockingbirds

Tunnels of love dark and slippery for the dream to spoof

As if there needs to be but everything changes in words.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

* Header is Cher's High School Yearbook Photo & Me upside down, thumbs up!  Exclamation points !!!!!!!!   LOLs !

{ Drafted to @DarylHallsClub @DianeBirch # LifesTooShort my friends, link @ https://youtu.be/9LldYz2M8h8?list=RDMM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Bulletproof GOD DREAMT THAT OUR DREAM ENDED WITHOUT US ALL, IT'S A MATTER OF TIME IN SPACE, THAT'S ALL FOLKS! #TakeALittleTripWitMe #StealThePlatinum

ON BEING HUGE ON CAPPUCCINO & TIRAMISU

iPhones jingling the cowbells, come from inside, sweet taste, quenched thirst, all jacked up

Like the lady in the song, itemizing a last night out with my girls, bums & their junky hump

On their backs carrying the load of their parents' useless mind & body conception of our Id

In Oz or Out, tiny bot, a Ho just #WokeWalkin' indentured in waking dreams of me, The Kid.

That makes that 'kid' referred to as brother of the One, full up on your mama's goat guts

Not your own but a four-legged nourishment, a Pan god loosened in the One's lucid nuts

I'm the One I've been searchin' for, explains why I couldn't find the reason for Being alive

It's just because I thought I was so pretty, image reflected in the polished, magic glass lie.

I got some spells I inherited from the powers that Be, a word salad that causes my effects

Not magic unless you have no power to wield it, to the magician, this is a rewarding hex

Honor of being the example of a good, bad & ugly diversion from the Truth, the Void Is

All there is, nothing being the matrix to grow atomic malfunctions until Singularity's fizz.

On a homeless road inside of the ten foot fences, you can't keep the bad guys at bay

Hunger for whatever you can consume to remain happy & alive, not mad for, to die

Like a bug you can't see that just gets stepped on or run into by a heavy metal's way

You will & we all will actually lose this conscious mind to the Ether's transgender gay.

On the buns of baked plant dust, layers of dead meat, fish, fowl or any legs or wings high

It all becomes the Fuel for the sentimental journey of rotted thieves without gods, all die

Will die even when they refuse to stop suckin' gas in and out of your pie hole, cherry pie

Taught by the D-students who may actually have been the C-plus scholars, I'm so-so shy.

Think without your brain, without your mind and you find out that you're good as dead

Extinction is your destiny, personal Ego and the more general Thing Itself, in a God head

As if the unseen & unknown is a reason for the fact that the universe is so out of control

Random chaos' expansion and collapse of Matter, Onenss Is Being a jacked-up black hole.

Missiles will fly on Dog days of demon-cratic republicanism, reincarnation, god, a Singularity

Read the ancient texts in languages that no human comprehends, read them then be a One

Form of things themselves are allowed by the grace of the unknown gods, powers of a Sun

From first to seventh sons,  grunting voices or a passionate, coughin' up, a bloody rouge sea.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, August XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST 

{ Drafted while on the #BrinkOfWAR jammin' to some #SummertimeBlues @BlueCheer link @ https://youtu.be/as1NcX31szs & @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/BsrqKE1iqqo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UnmovedMovies #GodsOne #Bannanas #HollarbackGirls

TIME'S LARGE BANG, ACTIVATED GLUTES & A SPLIT INFINITY

Hurley girly women from Martian annhilation flyin' in and out of Space's Time

Momentus occasions allow supernatural intervention and you've got no choice

To be or not to be is indeed the only question that requires no poetic rhyme

Just because you thought you were so pretty & smart, your reflection's toys.

Passin' the time you are allowed out of the goodness of God's limit, posterity

Whatever your DNA inherited by chance meeting of your parents in eternity

That's all you get to work with, words, actions, shooting for the stars' Ends

Where in Space 'that' is cannot be known without these 208 bones IT sends.

Saved or plumb out of lucky chances to get what we need or want as we all do

Malfunction of your family ties to One y'all come from, a menudo cosmic stew

Bums are just weary inhabitants of the War & Peace humanity, stoned junkies

Mothers of phuq-ears labor & pain to get you breathing & knuckle drag-ease.

Why do parents have children in the 21st century, they're Adam's orphans

Who had the need to cause eternal punishment for disobedience to the gods

Ignorance to the innocent is the reward for ignoring pending Doom, such as

Timing is the only thing you have control over, future turns present to past.

Before you & I die at the unknown but inevitable time, don't stop believing

It's a journey from innocence and becoming aware of the twilight zone ring

Around this planet's mystery, grounded to being, we're full of normal Scat

It ain't The Way we all need to go, up eight miles from ground of the cat.

Happiness to regard the dead 'n gone as the achievment of success y'all see

Freedom ain't free, appreciating an allowed place to be here, nothing's free

Allied men and women fight & kill one another's tribe, continents to undivide

Can't beat death's split infinity, living die, DNA ripens, disintegrates topside.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Jeudi, August XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted freezing cold in A dark room while listenin' to #WarriorRadio interview with #AlwaysFaithful novel author Major Tom Schuman, USMC about the HEROES of the Afghanistan theater the USA abandoned to the Taliban.  https://youtu.be/DZR2vHTzOUM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

MAMA MIA PASTA A SUCCO BAMBINOS LOVE THE PASTA R.I.P. @ElvisP R.I.P.

SLIPSTREAM WAKE OF A RIP-TIDE TRIP, TO BE A WOKE GOD'S DAD, BLACK MOLLIES, INFINITE BENDS

Nothing sucks worse than the end of the fun you have at life

Living happy, laughing & never sad, always positive for a wife

Trending a series of thoughts to coincide with the annhilation

Subjects & objects merge into One, cataclysmic Singularity

All for One & One for all, it's not much but it's a bit genius

Making the thoughtless amongst us think about thoughts of us

All in the name of the father, son & holy ghosts who left it

Matrix Earth, dimension zone, fallen ancestors, immortal chit.

Inside of the final movement of your bones, you know the way

Down underground, melted smoke on your cat's cradle of hay

Smoldering, spark Earth's power to be a Pulsar Star twinkle

Inside the center of your mind or outside the galactic tinkle.

Downsized & evolved of invisible RNA, a naked, four-eyed bro

No human is quite all too human as Fred said, it's null & void

Cancelled and absorbed back into the cosmic mix, high or low

Anywhere, anyplace, anytime, I bled out of God's hemmoroid.

Last time is identical to the first time, difference is a wash

Zero to infinity isn't as far as you think at first, it's a blink

Of the eye or the sunlight shining before it's inevitable finale

Black Hole, Singularity, drilled 3-hole balls in a bowling alley.

Strike to spare all others from feeling awful about losing face

I am going to the store for naked ape clothing, to save Space

You won't miss me when I'm gone, you'll vanish from here too

Nothing personal, Time, Space & ALL things are Dust, Boo!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 17th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AM

{ Emptied fuel tanks jammin' to The Queen of The Slipstream on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0bDEzE_NpVU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#WWW #WildWildWest #OnceUponATIME#FirstLadyOfSoul #ChrisRockEmSockEm #Nickelback #ThisIsHowYouRemindMeOfWhatIReallyAM

MOLLY SPLIT IN TWO INFINITIES, YIN & YANG

Formed words without any shape as if they're chimeras of a daymare's songs

Rhythm & rhyme to soothe the savage beasts, here, now before the wrongs

A song will not remain the same, it will mutate & appear stranger than Truth

Not a fabrication but an enhancement of the comprehension, as I forsoothe.

Swam, sprinted & evaporated every molecule I called my own, I dissolved It

Spiritual soul, monkey-brain cause & effect of this sytem of being Up & Down

Spinning, revolving, wobbling, never spilling an ounce of H2O, it is what I am

Liquid power of the Free Will to choose, something or nothing, It is a scam.

Open books and open ends in the library for the fun to begin & end in squirts

Little or big ones, either way, they all come & they'll all go before they know

What hit them right between the eyes?  Where'd that dagger in the heart go?

Dead & gone or still here & living proof that Space & Time's superman hurts.

Pain due to direct blows to the bones or mean tweets and bad words to beat

Innocence into the saavy skulls that return the pain & suffering back to gods

They let it out of the seventh heaven & it needs to return to that bull sheet

Mothers & fathers won't get It but their offspring will, all 'bout the hot rods.

Faster than a speeding bullet but no superman, just a guy in space with cash

Spent on food, shelter & entertainment for the One who came to see it all go

On the day of the last night, fair to be 24 hours of misery, knowing the blow

Matters won't change the facts, what it is & always will be is, dreamin' stash.

Asleep but never #Woke as the pretenders who fake cause & effect so blue

Or not to be the question or the answer, a time to split up & spread out too

To swim or not to swim, to be a fish or a bear or a woman, I swear you see

Clearly for days ahead, keep the breathing up, don't stop, indeed, be Free!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August XVI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Pulled out of the empty sky while listenin' to #WildWildWest by @WillSmith @Bruce_Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/_zXKtfKnfT8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#SweetJosephine #HappyBirthday Auntie Josie Stopka RIP NOW, born circa 8-15-1930

PHENOMENOLOGICAL EXTINCTION IS IMMANENT

Who is in charge of this acting committee that facilitates broken souls of the blown

Mercy to all who don't deserve it but no mercy when it's time to lay all money down

Can't afford to lose when there's ONE way to win, the impossible is a rock, It's woke

Over the hills and through the deep woods there's the utopian climax of the poke.

Girls grown into the women who take it all whether they like it or not, become nuns

Can't handle the all too human way of the wildmen they were descended from, Huns

Hordes of Hard criminality inherited from simple punks, still born to virgins' kerfuffles

Sons of dogs who wage war to live and die for the kings and queens, Harlem shuffles..

Winning the games without competition from inferior divine creations, breakin' stride

With a double-time or about-face of the present movement to and fro, it's a free ride

Nothing lasts forever and something strange is going on according to a conscious high

Cause and effect keeps it moving in Space & Time, nobody lives forever, we all do die.

Counting crows & the jumping beans that get refried and pied, it's a burst of the Sun

Grew out of the seed and sprouted to the flowers and fruit of the vines, IT IS THE ONE

Universal thing itself & forms it creates out of Nothing are the cosmic egg, the dozens

Meaning of the phrases & dissertations transform with Time, subjective original sins.

Two dimensional, larger than a dot or a period punctuation, speak my language now

Predication of the objects and their Time/Space modifications, finishing God's blow

Love in the middle of nowhere is like when it's somewhere else, seeds of mama Ho

Mind over matter and the energy from a Big Bang turns out to be a look out below.

SoCal to Maine, man it's far to go but what a wonderful place, 'merica kills the stupid

Dams to hold the water in a pool to be used at will, power to Be is a reward for a fool

Not your fault, it's a beer bong conception and birth for you to enter this matrix, Kid

Lost my marbles, cookin' cosmic stew, I'm starvin', acid DNA & RNA, thanks, I'm cool.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 3:00:01 PMPST

{ Drafted while blasting  this fine Italian Grandma #CreatingStuffedBellPeppers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fcxmhc2W7xY & listenin' to #GreatestHits of @Nickelback link @ https://youtu.be/2gFdXvCV2XI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ZAPPA #TheFourTops #TheSpinners #TheTemptations on #TheBABE #TheRollingStones #BattleCREED #SixFeetFromEdges #DynamoHummers

BEATIN' 'ROUND THE BABE'S BUSH, WALKIN' INTO A ROLLIN' STONE'S BAR *

The rain will fall & flow down the mountain when StarTime's volcanic dew comes down hard

Top of the mountains & the heads without hats, caps or bubushkas over divine honor guard

It all comes downhill just like the scat produced in the transubstantiation of Matter's vacuum

Spelling the WORD is as important as the misunderstood meaning of the PHRASE, a verbatum.

Rocked the rollers and I rolled the rockers, they have their needs & wants too, it's production

Of the mice, rats, all animation in front of the face of the living cats who read & write of Suns

Stars above, below & all around us all, ask any returning astronaut if you find one out the blue

To know before you die, before you're too ill to comprehend the notion, can't get next to you.

I broke my hip dancin' last night, ouch it hurt so bad I needed to get help pretending to fake it

East as pie when you look and act just like a sad sack of potatoes without a salad, playin' chit

Acts on the stage until the curtain ends the noise, comedy or tragedy, never grows older, see

All there is, right here & now, but anyways, swallowing spam, pretendin' immortality is liberty.

Sunshines even when the weather outside or inside of the cave is freezing-cold stiff, snow-ice

Birds in the trees no more, only some animals not buried or hibernating in the holy One wind

Of the sun, our closest star in the myriad of the plethora, wealth is immortal but never twice

Poor is mortality always being aware that any moment is the last, you live stronger, feel nice.

With or without the sexual feeling makin' you feel so fine, babies and adolescents never know

Mothers & fathers being as unconscious as the drops of rain on a fallen leaf's God job to blow

Pop goes the weasel but only after the same old song gets the crank forward, Goddess mother

Remain here for now, in love with the girls who came before me & only my brothers & Father.

Truth of the propositional logic's deductions and inductive reasoning's program to be a Man

Too human, it's MAN the genius not the men who inhabit #FakeNews of original sins, Human

Uncles, aunts, sisters, brothers & cousins all inhabit a realm of the Ones unknown, DNA pool

Acid from a Big Bang's infinity bringin' magic to your eyes, my words sayin' IT all to you, fool.

Splitting the hairs apart in thin air, knife as sharp as a razor blade's blue steel, dreamin' ONE

Infinity has no subjective or objective for an infinitesmal, as you can't see the invisible, son

It ain't your fault, it's the nature of A program, when two became the one your God greets

Enjoy the singing songs, the skatin' on thin ice & all until you get knocked off you little feets.

Think I do look & see, hear and recollect, smell the aromas, taste the acid of Star's scourge

Love comes from it & only the dissolution has more power than the Charity of the Merge

Alone at first then together again ad infinitum, days and nights come over me & you, lover

Full or half-full is good enough, empty can't be happenin' ever, that's caput, then it's OVER.

Cooked, baked, fried, toasted, blanched & then, it's unrecognizable Life to chew into my scat

Using all compressed LIFE to replenish the used reserves you've shed in deep, young mothers

Children taught the errors to perform, they perfect the dream in a dream, like my old fathers

Morons & idiots filled Mama's Baby Ruth with Butterfingers, melted candy, wrong, I AM that.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of Cielo while jammin' to @TheTemptations #BEST on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TM_0Q6aYqZw Come on baby, understand me sugar... I love you!  RS&CV }

* Concert @Temptations & @TheFourTops LIVE LAST NIGHT inspired this Blue Soul Jazz!

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THER'RE ZERO GODS & DOGS