Happy Birthday Twins' Stephan - baby sister & brother 2 for 2! @SANTANA December 17th, 1959 D I G

NOBODY’ LEFT, DEVOID OF JACKS & BALLS IN THE VOID

Take my word for it although it’s just a sound signifying the nylon stocking of leg

You heard everything that’s been said, read all that’s been written on a subject

Object to nothing but the truth, so help you, your people and your God, one too

Many come and are way gone before even before they arrive at the gate, a rule.

To run & be a winner or run and be the loser, an on-the-run one in a human race

Evolved or devolved from the Big Bang or neutron inside of a Hydro-electro face

Any way you looked at the whole shebang, it was a hodgepodge of sour grapes

Black, red, brown or yellow just the ashes of the burned out stage for high apes.

This too will pass from right here and now to back over there and then, it’s over

All of the light from the sun and the Edison bulbs and neon/freon tubes, mother

What I nearly blurted out loud was ‘Father!’, I’m all politically incorrect, I meant

Such a fan of bein’ an idiot & a moron, feigning ignorance while in genius’ tent.

As fine as the day and night gets to allow my presence to be known, it’s all I get

Once, twice or thrice… it’s a matter of mother’s Time & father’s Space, God debt

Paid off in full right at the last tick of the clock, a terrific and terrifying dilemma

That you are damned if you do or you don’t, it’s a narrow way to go, straight up.

Innocence shamed into admitting guilt for nothing but light & vibrating plasma

Electrons as the substratum of wavelengths and frequencies from infrared to pi

It’s far out man, I am not exaggerating a bit, remember before your conceptions

Reincarnated, pretenders who have usurped the innocent from E Street’s signs.

Hosted in absentia, all your thoughts and resulting feelings about this and that

She used to say I was hers & no one else’s and then one day it all changed shat

Bit parts in films and gigs doin’ random stand-up trouble getting’ dicks to laugh

Or I might consider reducing my volume of cabalistic metaphors, I am #RiffRaff.

Did you miscalculate your ability to deceive our clear minds with logic’s reason?

Well, from the alternate universe into this matrix in front of your eyes, my son

Good, bad and ugly that a man will transform his inner self, creating chaos’s OM

Sound of that, it feels like laughter of all inferior ones, odds on 12-1 & I’m done.

Withered away with the fallen leaves, branches still standing as a soul of a Stith

Marked the shadow with tattoos and scars received during quantum after birth

In a holding pattern, the Jetsons superfly signs give way to Flintstones & Rubble

Yes, we can but several people cancel the first day of class, they drop dead G.

Being gorgeous is easy when it’s in your genes, if not, there’s Maybelline’s stach

Eyes, ears, lips, nose & nails, tailored to defend on offense, backfield’s in motion

Bent the light from infrared to ultraviolet, a beam of light took a nanosecond in

For Ends there are the origins, neither see one another in the scheme panache.

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r j j  Stephan, i

c.  Freezember XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

{ Kranked out while jammin’ to @Santana #LIVE @HersheyPA 2022 link @ https://youtu.be/B-jtOoMhMAA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

BLACK MAGIC WOMAN - SHREDS

#IdiotFoolsThieves & MOI #ComplimentC3 #REALIZATION @ACDC #SoulInClass #check #Borg #Sigh

HOY 

    HOVERING ABOVE & BELOW A SKELETON’S KEY

When you animate the dead rocks lying next to the muddy water river

Your mind is a tool for the gravitational collapse in store for your quiver

Arrow and bow without a target is useless, you got to shoot, no twitching

On target, a bull’s eye which hurts them more than it does me, no missing.

Gain of your functions of the calculus, of men and mice, gods and devils

Every form’s shape of all things themselves, replication of gold in the hills

Figures scratched in dirt, on sand, chipped rock slate, written on the wall

Just so you know the truth, the lie and why dialogue happens in a squall.

Broken promises and the 208 bones that animate until the soul cops out

As if you can’t be immortal, pain and suffering on Earth & then, I doubt

You’ll disagree, maybe you’re kitty & the pot can’t be won, no maverick

Poppin’ caps and corn seem to be all you can do, death makes me sick!

But nothing is up to me or you, no life form comes from Nothing you see

All forms of cytoplasm reproduction began on Earth when They landed

Who are ‘they’? What was ‘it’? Who are we now? A Ghost’s Christmas

Born on Earth to die and go to Cielo above, heaven as it is, All that I was!

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r j j Stephan, i

c. Freezember XVI, MMXXII Anno Domini, Vendredi @ 1010 AMPST

{ Ripped out the fabric of plasma I found underground with a #Gold doubloon, while jammin’ to #NothingEvenMatters by @LaurenHill link @ https://youtu.be/zASJBw0R0gM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YoungThug #TickTock #HickoryDickeryDock #MerryXMas #Philadelpha vs. #NewYork @MontyPython #TaiChiMaster

ARK AS ONE THING, THE END NEVER COMES, THERE IS A PLETHORA INSIDE A VOID

Comin’ out of nowhere at all, between the dirt & air of Space, comes another god as if there was one

Bums & junkies used to go to your public and private schools somewhere on one of seven continents
Pork and bean, pig and underground seeds of your mother Earth, diamonds and dust for the heathens
Who live where they shat during every era of civilization, leftover the pottery fragments’ word ends.

Written inside of dark caves, on the walls when the campfire burned the oxygen, killed by CO2’s igloo
Frozen to death or perished at the original birth of the 208 bones formed into a tight package of glue
Made of DNA acid in millions of bytes, as if we were computers evolved out of a Grinch’s psycho Id
Boys and their idiot girlfriends, or women and their moron boyfriends, have evolved into the Ends bid.

How you doin’ in the darkness at the center of the miserable alleys full of the garbage refused by rats
I’m exaggerating more than a normal disseminator of pitch-black darkness’ emptynested aristocrats
Hooker wants you to sleep until you wake up with an empty wallet, plastic & paper emptied the dive
I was drunk on tequila, and it wasn’t my fault, a girl slipped me a #Mickee & I let evil turn me live.

Wonderbread for the covenant, arc roamed a very windy city back in olden days of playin’ it all loose
Never to work until the paper route engulfed a two-wheel Schwinn in a bag with a cosign, #AlienHash
Hit by a car in an alley, woah comin’ before & after all too human chafe of organic RNA/DNA trash
The id part of the idiot leaves only part of an iota, mind is an iota of floating fuzz sinking in booze.

Poor nor rich, neither alive nor dead, it’s a harbinger above the head, below the dead, air is a constant
Without the breath, without the breathing, it’s curtains, closin’ on the finale of the stage’s play of ants
Meaning that nothing sees anything alive when you’re 8 miles high above god’s glory liberty sin-sin
Conked out but not knocked out, still rollin’ with punches, doin’ the necessary & sufficient conditions.

Maybe you’ve been sleepin’ at the #HotelCalifornia again, so hard to awaken next to the ocean beach
Malibu movements up to Mendocino, I am the only one, the invisible NFT, you know what that means
To the many, I am the one, jealous to know me, wanting the game to end with their win, so I lose it all
Long drive, 300 yards, body of 208 boned-rocks Earth’ll swallow IT all, Life is a holy gold golf bawl.

Macho much too much, much too much, you will arrive as a slave and be freed from bondage at death
No way you’ll get away with murder even if you’re a saint, son of a female or male dog, take a breath
Bums and junkies fighting for a space on the ground in between the alleys, on a thoroughfare of trees
Funk that wags a scent of dead & rotten god’s children, slept on frozen ground, I’m homeless, I freeze.

by
rjjstephan, I
c.  Freezember XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ An @ArkOfTheCovenant #hitjam #hijab out @Halfmoon sky this AM while jammin’ to a modicum of #VanillaFudge @ https://youtu.be/iVI4z4dQXlc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

VANILLA FUDGE IN VALHALLA

--------------G O D S--------------

#Seinfeld #TheBands #TheCheeseburgerDiablo

IS THIS ALL THERE IS IN THE PLETHORA OF THE VOID?

There is no time like the present to divulge the secret you’ve hidden from yourself

You have much and know so little about it that it would upset the gods’ top shelf

Where the good, the bad & the ugly carouse for the minions to see their extinction

Right before their very eyes, species means zip, it’s the self, dust or embalmed stiff.

Only the strong survive the smiling faces offering you the company they share aloof

From the reality before and after their lives, absolutely nothing above or below us all

Look and down at night or in the day and you’ll have no doubt, left with blinded faith

In words, phrases of dead men who could write it down in their scribble, I am wraith.

Ability I’ve given up is to fly away at will, I’ve got to await the locked release, at One

DNA/rna four times infinity is the cubed solitary & single entity with subatomic fun

Divine and mundane, matter and the forms it takes is a miracle, a dream in a dream

TNT into a holy of holy hole in which dead angels tread without fear, so, It is done.

This is a promise but I might break it whenever a notion allows mama nature’s kin

Aliens not of this Earth, far away in parsecs & unreachable in Earth’s spin Time skin

Why do you move, animate your bag of 208 bones? Because you're trained to mind

Behavior enhances the order of things, avoids chaos in every case, it's the third kind.

On demand changes nothing, when you live in a city & die being buried underground

All you need to know is you're lucky to get here, to be here alive for a spell, unfound

By the creators who made your parents, who made you & the ones you made, all done

Subjective objects thrown from the mound to home plate, knuckleball-slider ball four.

Mama always said that hey was for horses, I believe she meant ‘hay,’ I just meant, heh

Life’s last stretch of your personal time, as if you’re needin' a swift kick in the arse

Right it counts, nothing to lose if you have nothing t'all, it’s all about Tesla cars

Censor my words, I mean nothing less y’all, the gist of it, banned ape DNA today!

by

rjjstephan, I

c. Freezember XIVth, MMXX

( Jammed rules up your keaster, this is #ShadowBanning divine, all too human rigmarole! Slammed the draft while jammin’ to @Seinfeld season 9 link @ https://youtu.be/B33wVf4tdOA }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShadowBannedInHeaven #DevilsDustAndSpringsteen #ChrismasVacation #ShadowBannedGods

EYES GOT THE LOOK, LEFTY GANDERS TALL HENS

Don’t do unto me like I would do unto you, morons and idiots rollin’ tidal waves

Probability eludes the obvious understanding of things that animate the nights

As the Earth spins and wobbles on an imaginary yet realistic orbit’s ecliptic, son

What I am & what you aesthetically refer to as a self, is a mirror image of one.

Multiplication of the division that I’ve subtracted from, an infinite sum of zero

Queen and king of the pile of accidents ate one another without being a hero

Of the ants, mice, rats and the river rats who excrete their holy absolution sin

Original, venial or mortal pretension of obligations & responsibility for Being.

When I located the Word, it got made into the 208 bones erected for the flesh

Without the light of the star, there is no skin color of your bones, divine rash

On divine Christmas jingle balls and silver bells ringin’ in my ears, in my head

All of it, a dream within a dream, a poetic Poe, telltale of the tattletale bread.

My money ain’t yours but yours ain’t yours either, it’s the taxman, write it in

Lyrics and the music to the melody changes slightly, in a refrain of the pain sin

Disobedience of the law, the law of the dick and the balls, already gone along

To and fro, from the black hole to the light at the end of the tunnel, my song!

by

r j j Stephan, i

c. Freezember XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Mercredi @ 911 AMPST

{ Die either before or after your time, either way, you WILL die, you will have a body stop moving, you’ve no soul man, no soul woman, all the while jammin’ to the mighty @Orion & @Zeus’ dream @Springsteen @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LastWord #STFU #GriefSucksUntilItDisappears

RIDE ALL DAY & ALL NIGHT IN ABSENCE OF A RIDER

I fell to the bottom of the barrel with the rest of the monkeys within, matter forms Time

Space is the empty place which we fill up with our food and efused recycled solid slime

Our designed trip was fixed before we arrived, doom will result in entry into the lights

I know what you meant when you said what you said, silence was indeed, prize fights.

I'm in the mix of the mud, the blood and the beer from the bars and lounges of jetsons

Flintstones extinct before fifty years of roamin' around with nothing to do for my sons

Only you know & I know what Jessie James & Billy the Kid were up to, just eatin' lies

That when you die, you'll be saved or sentenced to an unknown valhalla, angels no go.

Kiss and a hug to set you off, that's the last human touch you're gettin' from high leaves

You knew more the day you were born than you do now, after that PhD in nine heaves

Correction of the filthy brothels that the human species used to repopulate society dregs

Apes ain't gonna make it once the black hole sucks the graves bones into oblivion pegs.

Mars to Neptune up to Uranus and blinded by Pluto and rings of Saturn, God blessed

This potato head made the whole shebang without a plan for eternity, just all us Dead

No soul to sit down for a head to head review of actions of the good & evil of my Pa

It's all her fault the legs got spread, that her father created her in sexy love, hairpie Ma.

Buzzards pick up the pieces before the worms and bacteria annhilate the rest of us all

A circle cycle, unicycle, bicycle, tricycle and all recycled to resume Ends of Infinity

What I got I got from someone who gave it to me, I didn't know that I was gifted it all

Dream in a dream that I didn't know was a dream, now I do, it's on now, We Gods See!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. December 14th, 2022 AD @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted in utter silence within zero gravity on the boulevard Augusta in #Chi}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

... #Knickerbockers would tell a million lies for you, America 1776-9999 Anno Domini #EmptyHandedDefense

C R A P S H O O T E R

ONE MILLION LIES FOR LIARS

We have a house of cards built with a stack of stuff

I will demonstrate the ethics and our own mortality

No question you're gonna die today or someday, see

Could be a hundred years but that's all soon enough.

Don't shoot this messenger, I am the powder to blow

Projectiles from my hand to the gods, look out below

I have an axe to grind but I'll need a taste of the waste

Mouth watered until the aftertaste waned, I'm faced!

In a book or a tweet posted on the spider web of Ma

She left it as mother nature would, it's a fusion of Pa

For the sake of the gold, the purpose of god is defunct

Used to fear the unknown, evil ways of men got sunk.

Submarines or destroyers, it's water is already gone

Moons of planets' star dirt, dusk ain't sundown dawn

Punks and your orphanage holy water made numnuts

Now, here ya are, tweet me into funk, broadway sluts.

Stage of actors pretending to be stupid, just idiotics

Pushed the morons into the bytes of fools & robotics

Coupons just paper, money just paper of trees, a gold

Of the lead lines and blood lines, the tea is all rolled.

Smoke on the water, voice underwater, screwdrivered

As if you have a phillips cross-cut tool, skin tight dead

Apes, all too human, don't know there's an afterlife so

No obligation or responsibility how caused events go.

Personal or impersonal, a personnel specialist rigs it

As gigs become required holes in the fabric of the #ap

Return to reboot the system's organized chaos' & chit

It all comes out in the ocean water, the human s#it.

Figures calculated for the responses, the final answer

Never obvious & in the end, vacuum of zero, a synapse

Or him, ancestors or descendants, all for one & for all

Crusader for orphans, love children of a reason lapse.

Binging on the Jake Daniels knock-off, chasin' brews

Ales or just the usual swill from the tap, god screws

Fountain works but the flow is dammed up lead pipe

Love is actually a moment of injection, email & skype.

Boost my variant into oblivion, the unknown is 'x' too

Means what the sound gongs, #BullScat on your shoe

Banged once, twice, hundreds of blown bombs fallout

Of the genius minds, split the Earth, twisting to shout.

I have something ringing in my ears, it's a coverup

Of the mice and men who dig the holes & make it up

Fictional history, uneducated guesses of malignance

Bearded men, smooth sisters of bunny hops, a dance.

Pies cut in four pieces, then halved to allow humility

To be the humble, a bumbler of the dregs of society

Splinter and sliver under the skin, pain to kill us all

Difficult to fathom the last blink, but it's been a bawl.

My contract is up, I don't want to be injured by Evil

Stalkin' the ugly and bad within my soul, up the kill

Not only food to eat but the bullies to beat insights

Mean tweet ban me, archival Emerald Tablet bytes.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Freezember XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Popped a cork on this bubbly while jammin' to @FatherStu on link https://youtu.be/2-NDXZHBf_0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PostBamBam #PebblesUsedToBeMyGirl #FatherStu #MoeSimpson #Flintstones & #Jetsons

ONE MILLION LIES FOR LIARS

#DoNotShootTheMessenger #UnlessYouMeanTequilaJelloShots #Beebulls (Gramma's Word)

#e yields mass times lightspeed squared

There is no way to know why you exist, listen to the words of the elders’ guess

Uneducated, ignorant, fear of the darkness’ void above, below & all around us

Highlighted hypothetically with a shadow, only it knows for certain, what it is

What it’s always been is what it’s mutated into, recessive gene of goddess fizz.

 

A mother, Earth and a father, the Sun, a star in the universal pantheon of holes

Some black, others white yet none of them red, green or blues of danged fools

High or low below the nucleus of the One left over when it’s All over for mass

Energy allows oblivion to be immersed into the maelstrom of swirl raced past.

 

I have known the news before it occurred to the Earth’s intelligent homo saps

It ain’t their fault that the innocent egos disbelieve The Truth’s open wire taps

It’s always been out there and inside of here, all is one because One is the All

Way to come & go, in and out of the bakery, the restaurant, the outhouse’ pall.

 

Fighting or using the force incoming to remain in it’s inertia motion to the end

Of the short story or the long epic drama or comedy of gods & fools who offend

Their sons and fathers all know nothing more nor less than the End’s comin’ in

Incoming so take cover, hide your eyes from light, so you can’t see mortals sin!

 

In the hive, no room to be one when you’re just a cog of the many, tweet me out

I’m not gonna lie, unless it’s necessary to condition your mind & body to shout

Only you know and I know what this means, war and peace of humanity’s culture

That’s all there is in the solar system, all there is in @Twitter, what it is, you are.

 

Shadow banned solo and in concert with the orchestral minions who banter puff

Speech and words, phrases, diatribes of a sensation to smell the cast away scat

How this happened in a Void?  Don’t ask me, there are tall tales, spin of the teat

Spun down to infinity’s ‘X’ as if there’s another repository of all too human spoof.

 

I know how to censor my thoughts and words yet I use them for the hobo junk

Swear & curse in a very nice way using virology unfamiliar to red, white & blue

I was taught the ABC’s before 6, taught critical analysis by 23, child to man who

Intent injected, trippin’ on the time line in Space, God’s Truth smells like skunk.

 

On being a fast ball hitting the sweet spot of the wood or metal, it’s like a dream

It takes a minute to get there but it bounces up and down until gravity’s grave

Sucks it into the state of rest upon it’s seams that never come apart, where I sat

Hey, hey Willie, Roger, Barry & Alex don’t stop censoring the Babe’s shadow, fat!

 

This is perfect, it’s the unknown, #ShadowBanned by @Twitter and @Facebook

Now it’s like it used to be back in 1951, before I was born in Shy Town by a lake

Holy boy, child moved from innocence into open unconscious trench of my mirth

Corporation of innocent people proven guilty as charged by the minions of #Hook.

 

High up above the fray, where brave humanity fears to go, Gods groom the scum

To rise up to the top of the heap of scat that can’t be suppressed by hobo & bum

I’m goin’ nowhere as quick as the speed of light, it’s so fast, it’s dark in the vortex

Leading you & I to the Ends of Time, appreciate cast voodoo, spell of love, my hex.

by

r j j  Stephan, i

c.  Freezember XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini Lundi @ 711 AMPST

{ Cozy notation from cosmic scum of Earth, drafted while in static state of somnambulism & jammin’ @ https://youtu.be/J08ZwySCoJ8?list=RD-tRdBsnX4N4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?