#WildWildWest #KoolMoD2 #CASHout

SUNSET ON THE FOOL'S PACIFIC, EARTH SPINS LIKE AN IDIOT'S WOBBLING TOP

Condescending to you for your own good gods, I am being used as an usher

From the Good, the Bad & the Ugly I rose from the dead head I was under

No fault of my kin, my personal choices to merge with the universe's seeds

Of vermin and human there's an assumption of divinity, we're food it feeds.

Don't show your ignorance don't humiliate me with your stellar intellect

I used to be an idiot but mama didn't raise a fool, in my case, my grandma

Now then, let's pray and have a mass for the savior who died for Nothing

A saga worth someone else other than myself could relate in a song I sing.

It goes Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do in major, minor, sharp or flat, I'm One

Seventh son or the first of many matters as much as molecules in the ocean

Conquering the meager travails presenting their obstacle obfuscation sins

Easy come and easy go from here on out, I know nothing, the Outs or Ins.

Received the required training to manipulate the thoughts, the calculus too

Equations of inequality merge with the cosmic dust & lose the essence Blues

Deep diving down into the thing itself that you were before conception, chit

Drip and ooze from the holy gaps that allow the elevation of the epileptic fit.

An idiot knows but I'm not that certain of this one point about theoreticals

All of the propositions are assumptions to be Truth when they're just shills

The swindlers know they're best bet is to have the best shills in the ace club

Given the need to bleed, everyone thinks it's their turn next, that's the rub.

Nobody gets out with their shirt on, they lose their tee shirts and laugh it off

As if noone notices that they just burned their cash well earned in a hot coffin

Dead to you meaning it's left in the silver mines up in the cool Sierra Nevadas

Entertained and fed like cattle giving up their inner T-bones & chimichongas.

Reduction of the size of your quantity of being down to the final atom of dust

Brings you & I to the final breath I have to blow into the world's Gold or Bust

You ain't takin' anything with you, as ants scramble for crumbs, your kin too

Final curtain falls too soon but you were warned, did you heed?  No, you fool!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Vth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST Samadhi

[ What happens during samadhi? dot dot dot

In samadhi, the process of concentration, the object of concentration, and the mind that is trying to concentrate or meditate all have become one. The mind is no longer focusing on the object in an objective manner. All that remains in awareness is the content, the essence, of that object. ]

{ Kickin' the jams & this little ditty while watchin' HIGHLIGHTS OF @TNF #PhildelphiaEagles WIN 29-17 vs. #HoustonTexans game Week #9 2022 link highlights @ https://youtu.be/OxC2gP9_oX4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatsUPWithJack errrrrrr, @CardiB #UP

SIXTEEN TIMES, SAME TIME, SAME PLACE, SAME OLD DREAM WITHIN

I'm canine, same as a Goofy piece of sherbert pie, orange, lime, rasberry one

That night or some night down the road where I may or may not have any fun

Once again, darkness turns into sunlight and the dust that ghosts love to blow

Unbearable persuadables with wet dreams, not begun yet, @Twitter shadow.

Special operations of special men and women who protect the throne of US

Everyone on Earth on every continent no matter which mother bore the pain

All are part the One, the gold and water of Earth just the best of the Big Bang

Only you and I know what it's like when you're finally in and out of the Gang.

Sisters and brothers from other mothers are my kin, we see the Ends all good

Reclining your seatback when you sit in the Economy Class is smacking gods

Right in one's face when you're reading a pulitzer prize novel, hot fire blazin'

It's all going to be gone out of our eyesight, earshot, odorless smell, no taste.

Maybe or maybe not today before midnight, certainly someday before twelve

I'll wonder what I've always wondered, what the hell is going on here, top shelf

Smoked and drank as much of the dead matter as I could while under a spell

Witches formed my thoughts, turned lazy and industrial as a fool, horny hell.

Kidding or not, serious or not, bottom line, come from any place in Time & die

Of men and the vermin who crawl about awaiting the refused leaves on high

A smoke to carry the mind from the displaced and ignored into deeper space

Where the atoms split into the bleakness of zero, imagine, soundproof grace.

On the nature of the beasty boys who rock their brass monkeys, a right leg up

In brooks of Brooklyn and the seas of Seattle, awakened lookers, cafe in a cup

By the way & by the corporations who fill the fuel tanks and gas lines of dams

Around the ellipse, spinning, revolving, wobbling, that's life man, at 11:11 AM.

Stomped on dreams but they were all mine, never anyone elses, clear karma

Up and out, over and down, I'm still here in the racing mode, coolin' it outcast

No stoppin' my wheelchair or usin' my crutches for five minutes, so tired fast

When I fly from these bones & muscles that kept God up for a Time, oh mama!

Blacker cows have never been seen, it's genetic collusion of existence/extinction

Out of our hands but were armed and dangerous, hand to hand combat beatin'

No sharp or pointed metal nor wood nor stone, a bull's eye sharpshot, a thought

To drop or run out of the fear the others feel when they've shared, gods fought.

Trouble fishing and hunting to kill the living to eat them when they're dead too

To live the living must eat cold dead, hot forms & sweet tastes good-bad,  food

It's the fuel to animate our forms to remain alive both day and night, taste God

That is It, we are eating the divinity, drinking the creation, some goofy sherbert.

Signals of the smoke in this experience, rising up into the stratosphere of Dirt

Earthbound as the magnets will not allow the spiritual left into the cosmic soup

It is always there just beyond reach of consciousness, a twlight zone behind it

In your dreams' wildest spins, you won't believe what's happenin' in the Loop.

Around in circles, jumpin' on engines movin' faster than Supraman, here & gone

Flat on my face for a moment in Time, above or beyond the muck and mire bone

All I had from the DNA my ma & pa downloaded was sixteen candles, then  I died

Atomic emigration from an accidental Big Bang, U.S. Seal teamVI rollin', let's ride!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IVth, MMXXII  Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST Vendredi Eve

{ Drafted while jammin' to @JohnLeeHooker #IHatedTheDayIWasBorn @ https://youtu.be/wjD5wn1YnsQ  & @PacificGasAndElectricBand #AreYouReady link @ https://youtu.be/5MR1LBEJ-ok & #TheLastDayOfDinosaurs link @ https://youtu.be/UChQHrjefVU  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

EXTINCTION IS IMMANENT, LOCK ALL THE DOORS, DO YOU FEEL ME?

#FishMarketClosed #StinkStankStunk #GrinchTrouble #OneMoreThing #NeverMind #ThrowTheSwitch #SensitiveKind @JJCale @Santana

I BELIEVE THIS IS A STICK-UP, SHAPE UP & SHIP OUT

Stuck in the middle with the sensitive kind, know where I'm comin' from, right, Chicago?

Moved far, far away and sometimes halfway around the world, t'was a #Gotta-Way blow

Southern Wind resulting from spun dirty balls of burnt-out, all-star cinders, hearts seize

As if there's any other meaning to this Life's existence other than accidental properties.

To keep the britches up over the junk that makes more of the same old, same old show

Name it Love or just Mean Tweets but with or without you & me, it goes on forever Bro

As if there's no creator at all, as if this is all an accident of a division in a collision of dirt

Of the biggest bang in Time & Space, we're fortunate because it could be worse, Romeo!

I hit the kill switch because survival of the fit was still the categorical imperative of gods

Follow the middle path that leads to the only exit for life, death, decay, rebirth of bloods

Thunderbolts I dreamt about striking me right between the ideas & thoughts in my head

Caused the absolute blinding light to show me that blindness is an asset to ignorant bliss.

Happy to be alive, to survive the struggle of the bugs who inherited the humanity, I recall

From virus and bacterium evolve this spirit you call Mankind, evolved in a bucket of ol' gall

Drunk it and got drunk on it, who is in charge of the continental drift, liberal Republicanism

Deny that you're an idiot, dupe yourself, orphans of logic and reason rule the #phuq system.

Mindful of your brainwaves and the transmission and reception to cause daily reality, today

You know that this may be the final day you see above the ground, remind you with A's OK?

If you become obedient, you'll stay out of prison unless you're duped, guilty as a fool, a fate

Got a lawyer that tries the case and fails to defend me from incarceration in an eight by eight.

I'm locked & loaded for bear, only want to cause sleep & ear tagging to track survival a move

Granted tin-foil hats & resist-we-much, that's what the reverend man of god preaches, a ruse

Eat sea moss and gargle with coconut water, animate your soul, get ready for a soul flight too

Earth's allowance of your rig's hammer down, accept you're One lucky One, it's so Stone Blue.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Blovember IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST Jeudi early bird & caught a worm!

{ Drafted while it was snowing heavy up in the Sierra-Nevada mountains, a hundred miles from here & now & while jammin' to @Frankenskies "Chemtrails/Geoengineering Director's Cut (Full) link @ https://youtu.be/fHdU7jsDYwM & @Santana #TheSensitiveKind & HITS @ https://youtu.be/4GErVbdNsbU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#HikeTheGodsDamnedBalls #Touchdown #GameOVER

MY SHADOW'S FLASHING A PEACE SIGN 

Are we accidentally a matter/Time warp or  hyperbolic acceleration of H2O

In a leather jacket just a matter of fact, invented Truth about Dick and Jane

All get to speak, to talk and walk the walk of the fish in the lazy river stream

Sufficient & necessary condition for an accidental collision's surreal dream.

To be or not to be here and now is not a function of the calculus' corn to pop

It is the product of a hodgepodge of abnormal effects born from stars' slop

Nothing more nor less than what it's always been & always will be, all Suns

It's sunny forever, regardless of the clouds that obfuscate the inner visions.

Well now, it's high time we all got the lowdown on the nature of the ice beast

Frozen cold as stone that rock the planet's molten lava in a solid form piece

Thriller in a deep, dark, empty hole to be seen by nobody anyhow, anyway

Lights are green and red, before you cross streets, look both ways at least.

Distracted driving a covered wagon over a cliff, ways and means are caput

In the final crush of my skin & bones stabbed, splintered wood debt afoot

Always knew it was there since it is what I am, where I came from, I'm It

The thing itself, the form of the material world, an animated, epileptic fit.

Gone past the time of awareness' being, no light or sound in this vacuum

Books of words, arguments of the natural order I deduce a reason, son

Money, diamonds, gold, paper promises of repaying a thin dime, a cent

In the end, a finale granted the expectation, too human, deadman rant.

No need for a crossed wood to crucify, incarcerate spirits behind a daze

Until the end of breathing and heart beating, it's the all too human ways

Putting the animals to sleep because they can't behave, as above so below

Divine at One, you're fortunate to be, it's got a line on your ebb and flow.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST Mercredi

{ Granted light out of the darkness today while jammin' to #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie by https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

A L L S A I N T S D A Y #OctaveHigherThanMeAndYou #Bonamassa @JoeBonamassa & an eclectic cornucopia of edification for the soul & spirit . . . #IncoherentCoherentLight

CONVOLUTED, COMPLICATED SIMPLICITY IN THOUGHT, LIKE OUR MAMA MIA

Doubt that your mind can handle the Truth about the nature of being

Yet, I'm here to stuff it on down your throat, the song of a golden ring

It's all above my paygrade about why I've been programmed to exist

On the ground of being, here and now in this Time & Space, I resist.

Unflappable with the opine, droppin' a dime on the things themselves

Crawling, running, walking or doin' a deep dive down under shelves

I gotta go, you gotta go, we all gotta go, ain't my fault, don't blame me

Shadowban you and your ilk from the performance platform of glee.

You welcome the final stage of your ship's voyage, I want my hotrod

I ain't gonna go without kicking and screaming for freedom & liberty

Fight for it for myself & the others who don't know any better, we see

Inherited from the original Man & Woman, total imbeciles of a God.

Credit for the answers you've embalmed in your buried memories

Enough to cash them in for another moment or two of hot breaths

On a trip of acid or in the fog of the weed smoke, it'll all disappear

Bums and junk they fix in a mainline to two-steps from dead air.

My father warned me that he wasn't going to repeat the ode to sing

He's not here now but I still am, he literally cannot repeat a thing

What it is is what you see, nothing more nor less, leather and lace

By bright lights that make the mind's eye see Nothing but blackface.

In a hurry or takin' the time to get to the inevitable ending by hand

No need to get fast tracked on the way to the ash or embalmed Sin

Original, Mortal, Venial sins against a king of Disneyworld's uptown

Persons, places, things to animate objects subjected to The Crown.

Saints, politicians, n'er-do-wells from 7 continents coalesce to goo

Foo fighters did their best to merge the good, the bad and the ugly

It happened but it didn't last long enough to repeat the cosmic stew

In other words, this is it, it's over now, lights down low, grudgingly.

Wanted to be immortally on the inside looking outside, fake desire

I knew it was impossible, like a dream that you never have, it's there

Somewhere over the rainbow or underground with the notes of bums

All written on the cave's walls, torch light illuminates all city slums.

It walks, talks, lives & dies in a struggle, the fate of a skeleton's keys

To the lock of the combination, it's 15 Right, then 0 Left & 51 Right

Open says me, cracked agape as if it's supposed to be just as a fight

Holes' mediocre places, beneath purple moons' buzz of black bees.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Ist, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ #HomelessHomersHunting DRAFTED while listenin' to @BlackWhiteItalian link @ https://youtu.be/fh_zjF66-ec & #BlackCow by @SteelyDan link @ https://youtu.be/9E62VjcaTEA & #CountdownToEcstasy #BackToMyOldSchool link @ https://youtu.be/rFnwczuvb74 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#Eve #Evil & #TheWay #13Ghosts of #BlueCheer #LetThatSinkIN @CarlosSantana #SANTANA

HOLOWEEN TREATS TRICKY PEOPLE !  LET'S SCARE SUPERSTITIOUS PATSY

For the last time, I'll spill the beans & comply in due Time

Police and your mommy and daddy have no partner in crime

What I have done, what I do & will do is on the dark sides

Where wise men and angels fear to go, it's not their brides.

Distrust your Self only when in dire straits, jumpin' all alone

You never were nor will ever be the captain, so can't be last

First in line, first to be served like royalty of a genome ass

Billionaire in name only, in reality, a skeleton of skin & bone.

Zombie is only in your mind, the dead do not reanimate fools

It's a matter of scaring the fright out of the souls who rule

Divine or subteranean rules of the Witch, sweet sugars' high

Candy and all the rest of the fruit and grain, eat hair's Pi.

3.14 it's for Never-Neverland & for Earth below, down here

Flight above dirty words, below the mud, dry blood & a beer

Thirst & hunger for the Earth's matter in gas or liquid form

Pour a stein or mug of trickled Joy, one holy spermata worm.

Consequences for the actions you've willed to be by intention

Human idiots & morons who've become tools, life's extinction

Get ready before it's time to move on from your thinner skin

Be the dinosaur's holy gods who live after their hard rockin'.

Trigonometrically valid, premises all led to invalid deductions

UFO is what you don't know, it's a know-it-all, origin's sins

What are you going to do?  Fight's out of our hands, BOO!

Wish, hoping, ring my bell, rap on my door, scared of you?  

  

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted from the #Wu-Han institute for toots-sweet while jammin' to @Bruce_Lee #FistOfFury in HD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y9PkOR7kCrQ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@2Joes & @Warren_Haynes @Joe_Satriani @Joe_Bonamassa

SWEET HOMER'S CHITOWN DUNES

Nothing is wrong, a method of madness' smokin' shadow

A sillouette of the first man born, woman's mortal blow

Hardly any things themselves alive right now can thrive

Onto soiled diapers & rubber deadpan hose, it's alive.

Counting the antacid in DNA and imaginary rubber souls

Claims to fame unfounded, subject to the back 9 holes

Under par just because there's never a bogey, hey now

Verifiable and unbreakable nik naks both high up & low.

Wine in my goblet, always full to inebriate my legit fit

Out of my personal control, educated & perfect as chit

Not even kidding about this as I normally would a truth

About a veiled verity faith, stone-blind fate forsooth.

Weak or strong on any day or hour will get you killed

Either you win or you lose the fight for survival's bill

It costs to consume the matter, payments' interested

In your life and death, from a crib to a casket, DEAD.

You nor I can make this scat up out of nothing special

Just rocks and burned-out cosmic dust around a pulsar

It is what it is and everyone knows the evil, living hive

Where angels fear to go, five by five to get out alive.

Fixation on the nucleus of the atoms, where it's all at

All of the rhythm and blues come back to me, I recall

Every note played by heart as I dressed to the nines

Some cats & their blind dates lookin' for sweet homes.

Nobody cared if it was in Seattle or Chicago, no goods

To everyone on the block or anywhere in the counties

Where the inhumane rules the roost, no ruse in woods

Sweet home's where I go when sky rains high C & D's.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Cracked out the solar system while jammin' to @TheBluesBrothersBand #SweetHomeChicago #LIVEinMontreux link @ https://youtu.be/uVV9FjPKBO8 & @JayneMansfield #TooHotToHandle  @ https://youtu.be/_nMCSFLdwaQ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?@Jayne_Mansfield

#QuantumEntanglement #NobelPrizePhysics & therefore, God is Dog Spelled Backward & Vice Versa, who GAF? HAPPY HOLLOWEEN SPOOKS!

scatological REACTIONS OF COCOA, PEANUTS & UGLY 'NAM' CAKE, GOOD & BEAUTIFUL 2-BYTE MOJO YOBOS

All you & I can do is what we've learned, it's all for the One

Me or moi, english, french or latin, common denominator son

Far away from this Space & Time of this presence, It sings

Sweet though they may be in your ear, can't score O-rings.

Symbols of comin' out of nowhere, the calculus solved, AHO

Wet Earth, liquid volcanic rock keeping cool in the hydro sons

Fortune allows the accidents and the intentional applications

Given what you & I gave to begin with, it figures we get 0.

Needing and wanting inherited qualities of successful surfing

On the crest of the waves of the sea, licking the sea's sand

Thirst and hunger no more for the Matter, a holy black thing

Center dot, period of remembering, recollect no word I sing.

Annointed with the gas, liquid & solid rewards of imagination

A place at the table of contents on the top shelf, mortal sin

Living life, cause and effect with or without a Will or Worry

Naturally, MLB world's series' baseball 3 up, 3 down, hurry.

Eagle landed for a Twinkie to Tweet but Twitter got hacked

So the middle way and the only way were changed to no way

It's the way it was when I arrived, all still the same racket

Mama always said to keep my hands out my pockets of play.

Birds broken, hacked into tiny morsels for bird burger Strife

NeverNeverland is closed for business, sentenced to The Life

Inside of your cell, inside of your skull, inside of mom's Sun

Daughters always make duplications, sons are as One & done.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted in the faltering light of 4 AMPST, frightened by the scared tweets inhabiting the #ElonVerse, where wise men fear to go & listenin' to clips of #FullMetalJacket like this one @ https://youtu.be/Aj9VArxREqY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P.  #ITAEWAN

i wanna rock wit you