#SolidWater #GasIce #Roadrunner @Santana #TheSensitiveKind #OMG

JUMP RIGHT IN WITH YOUR BRASS SHOEHORNS

Drumskin rhythm and beats down with it and it’s high time you left or else you’d just up and die
I mean, like it’s all been to die for, from birth to death, it’s all the rich, native PanAmerican Pie
Bing cherry or apple, peach or lemon méringue all for me and I will also get the holy blueberry
Sooner than later, maybe today, tomorrow or any moment, it’s high time right then, it’s Cherry.

As I trembled to death, I was cold but it was Fear that kept me alive, frozen tundra snakebit me
In my joints and organs from nerves in my toes and fingers to the mind inside my brain, set free
From gravity and the forces that be invisible as well as the self-conscious infant turned into God
Son or daughter of every single one of the descendants of Adam’s Eve on a pope’s lightening rod.

An anomoly of fading to black as consciousness flees the cause of our animation of blood & bones
Something in H2O and dead plants and animals, starving for attention and for the Dead Sea’s moans
Harmony of the shadows and small statures of the hillarious minions’ short & sweet shit for a brain
Misunderstood it, incomprehensible I thought I’d mastered the slave cylinders yet I did not hurt pain.

I saw my kin and friends lettin’ in the corpus dillecti while they were just alive yesterday, last week
Now it’s today and on to the future hustles of this dream medley, heart is throbbing for Truth I seek
It’s right there in front of me I’m sure, it’s hard to see but it’s hard to take The Struggle solo hustling
Meaning that you’ve got nothing other than tricks up your sleeve & a sleight of hand, cowboy thing.

Half past every hour, an accident occurs and changes the course of random causes of a finale climax
Knowledge and understanding of the wisdom only the gods know, only God allows, hollywood wax
On the holy walk of fame, there’s a star with a name, no face or spirit, just marble to outlast the kin
Fathers mothers, sons of the lovers, whomever they may have been, come over for the tin, I’m Sin.

Baby girl are you in or out, that’s always the last straw, the end or beginning of the trust
Of this man with a handful of stone charm for those who don’t see it comin’ outta dust
Faithful and grateful for every single moment I’m graced to be in your presence Id darlin’
Mega Eternity of an entity is beyond my timeline’s insight, horse in the race’s original sin.

You should have been aware that all Time is Money, without Money you get a Time Out
Souls of full fat and bones never hard to take if the mule kicks you up the side of the head
Of course, beggars, fools, thieves will get over when it’s all said & done, we hope, that said
Shots, swigs & back in the purple & gold pouch, shakin’ money-maker for Jesus, lord shout!

What’s crackin’? Same old, same old, yeah you know, it’s like this & it’s like that, y’all know
Perfect as random chaos can make itself appear to be, you here, I’m here & It Is All On Now
We all got it all, they got it all, reason for the whole thing is a state of mind, lose your mind
Nothing in return for the trade, the brain was trippin’ on the only things that matter in time.

Reality of the boys and girls on seven continents is you live and you die, mow Murphy’s lawn
Acceleration & deceleration of atomic matter and dark matter in sub-atomic form, news’ fake
What is the fossil and why is it we don’t recognize our own pre-fossil status on Earth’s moan
As long as it’s not a groan or a trick photographic anomaly, everything is beautiful, it’s cake.

Kick your electrons up a notch, neutralize your protons and annihilate your billions of neutrons
Density supernova terawatts all inside of the empty Space of the Void, including the High Zero
Monsters out of the co-idiot box into the infant minds of children motivate the old superhero
Superman or another hominid cartoon form of Good & Evil is all there is, blind faith my godsons.

Gibberish from induction to deduction, ride the speeding horse or stay still & remain silent a bit
Making the aftereffect of the cause of the annihilation be understanding of an impossible, last hit
Worms in Outerspace about us are the ignition of the dissolution & regeneration of perturbation
Word’s named sound of a terminator is just this, OOOO & MMMM vibrato orgasm, all too human.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, II-XXV-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{Drafted while jammin’ to @Cameo #WORDup link @ https://youtu.be/b8pc8Rrfy5o Yo’ know the reason why, actin’ like a fool… #NoRomanceFoMe? #WORD} 

#FillerUpWithEthyl #PremiumHoser @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow #kste650AM @kste650AM

HOOKED UP BACKWARDS, WONDERING RIGHT TO LEFT CODEX

Trophy catch from the first to the finale of acts whether awakened or just as woke as can be

The play goes up and down, in and out like dead cows and fish, even the cultured milk, spicy

Pepper black & red, garlic salt & secret sauce of a King of Burgers’ & Queen of Dairies’ graves

I will eat that HOHO with or with or without you, if you want a bite, speak up like the braves.

All of the holy seeds of destruction are deep inside of the holes in the ground, doubt a truth

False as the fake news you broadcast while in creative control, it’s repeating forsoothe ooze

Compelling historical repetition of the past coming about into our presence, accounted for

Sordid sortie a lynch mob’s proxy ends the whole shebang in a chemical spill’s neck noose.

Idiotic morons both in charge and following the regulated wills to power, all are for the One

Free will, bold-faced lying as I got stoned, blind faith’s unseen concepts, God can’t be all I be

Yet if this Is all there is, you best hurry and get your personal affairs in order, you follow me?

This is your last reminder, displayed holograph & singular hole’s holy blackness, son oh son.

Randy the Wilson and Greg the Giles followed the timeline to the end, the finish of the skull

Preyed upon, terminated either by damnation or excommunication by the papa of Italian bull

Running for the politician who will never be able to persuade the many that the Good is Evil

Loser will lose, apes all naked underneath the slacks and skirts, hermaphroditic con job, so ill.

Bon is good and the thing we know as the thing we all need for the bottom’s line, end of scat

All sugar and cookies, whipped cream on top of the rocky road’s mellow marsh, nuts & that

Harps playing for you and me, as if we have no choice but to leave the host, the matrix tricks

We have no choice other than staying awake, seeing things while #Woke or hear no hot licks.

Reminder, recollect the forgotten memory that cannot be recalled, probably the impossible

Whether reality, daydream, illusion or nightmare, matter or energy, It’s lightspeed’s decibel

I remember backward from perfect woman to the girls mal trained by cops and blue collars

I didn’t kill myself or anybody else, but I ate all the dead meat baked or fried, God’s cannibal.

Probably isn’t possible to comprehend the nature of the divine or the created ilk as we all are

Here and now is the proof in the pudding, tasted soft and cold, swallowed a hole in one’s par

Drove the 180 yards over the trees and traps, past the rough onto the chartreuse green skin

Stopped a millimeter short of an 18th hole, speck of dust halted it, wobbled pebble beach sin.

Jack went back to do it again, tried to get my time stoned away from the powers that be all US

Liberty and indentured servitude are not choices, they’re the luck of the draw, a die overthrown

Snake eyes or pairs of twos to your sixes, all are for the One and the One is for them, gone down

Evacuate Who’s waste, eliminate it, recycle it back into the Earth’s leftover star dirt, a magic bus.

Harm between the conscripted followers of leaders who really believe extinction is preferred to be

Rather than following the rules and laws of the landowners of foreign powers, religion and policy

Rules to keep the status quo from mutating into the extinction of the species, it’s all going to Hades

In a handbasket or behind scenes like magic sleight of hand, conflicted WW3, say bye-bye, fades…

Law abide or broke, in the end it doesn’t really matter, to wit, implode or explode in a black hole

Turn into a Singularity you cannot see until you merge with its sound, it’s hummin’ along, let’s roll

Time of the day you’re rootin’ in the mud, blood and the beer like a larger-than-life pig, hog, swine

You’re the herder of the stye’s content, the caged elephants know why the monkeys keep the shine.

Got bawls as the gang used to say, I was not inside of the lineup, I’m a windstorm with big thunder

Lightening like I stuck goddess’ fingers into the electric sockets in my four walls, queen of blunder

Some girls are your friends and some want to treat you like a black widow spider, get my drift, sir?

Oh man! Come on man, you’re in the infinite menudo, you fell, your fault, the Line’s a high blur.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, II-XXIV-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Drafted during the daily drama, my diary of mankind, while jammin’ to @Xtina link @ https://youtu.be/elOCH3vcZFM}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GravitySuckin' 1952 @MLBWS BrooklynDodgers vs NYYankees

I HAVE A LINE ON YOU, YOU & OF COURSE Y’ALL

The fox who moves through the forest unseen by 20/20 eyesight or x-ray vision through thin skin

Monks and the apes’ leftovers that fell from the treetops, fruit seeds and defecation drunken jinn

Like the magic smoke in a bottle, rubbed to get released into the mixes of foul balls & homeruns

Happiness’ way you find the sixes turning into nines, funky monkeys evolved out of muck & mire.

Pines and evergreens, elms, oaks, spruce and the wood chips ground into saw dust, What I am?

Bones, meat, mental baggage inherited from the good, the bad & ugly who set the table of Spam

Everything’s out in the open, air’s the oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen of terrestrial Cielo, justice ham

Crispy rice and wheat and rye, sleet and hail came down when the sky cried, goddess on the lam.

Upon a funeral pyre, hammered anvil upon an altar of Sacrificial heal & toe #TicToc stepmothers

Fathers, brothers, big sisters of the 7 continents remain to die by One single century’s birth years

Evolved apes devolve after they’ve been conceived & born to bloody legs & dumbasses my dears

Innocence is a guilty plea, corruption of paradise, y’all morons & idiotic citizens, sisters, brothers.

Spiritual silence has a quietude monopoly, the air is dead, nothing vibrates the frequency wave

Laugh and cry, tears from laughing so hard, the water turns to ice cubes, scars whipped me, Dave

Was not here, was not there, Dave’s not here! Mankind born of Womankind, it ain’t my fault et al

It’s your obligated responsibility to pay back Karma, until you’re even-steven, you ain’t holy, Pal!

Trust you as you would trust me, you cannot trust your own judgement, cross reference with gods

Ancient or modern, all of the divinity remains the same, no change in the Absolute Vodka hotrods

Drunken moves, stones on the chess board, ready for the check and the checkmate, it turns resign

Nowhere to go on a board’s 64 squares, 1 inch squares of white, black, red for the B&W crystalline.

Kings born of queens stunning orgasms or anticlimactic forces of the centrifugal wobbling in waste

Buns surrounding the meat and relish to help the swallowing of the bulk mass to metabolize Space

Time move forward, backward or cease to move at all, One memory of One move, got black faced

Whitefaces, brownfaces, yellowfaces, redfaces, hypnotic gnostic knows Truth, Love swallows paste.

Glue on the protons and neutrons onto the electrons for the form and matter to accumulate chaos

Here it is right in front of your faces, comprehend the ignorance to live to die for the food of a Boss

Over the gods’ cliffs that end right there at the end of the deep blue sea, conflagration of the ocean

You will digress, you will become buried when you die, cover-up the stench of the rotting food, son!

by

r j j stephan, i 

c. Jeudi, 2-23-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Perspective is everything, you’re alive, you’re gonna die, that’s all, now you know, enjoy!  Crafted this gem as I rewired my genome listenin’ to & watching the recording of the 1952 World Series, Game #7:  @Yankees vs @Dodgers  NY vs. Brooklyn link @https://youtu.be/hqZnPQnxO9U}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkiBill #SkyBlues #BovineScat #DOOM #KNIGHTsword #BreakItDownNow

LOVERS IN LOWER CASE ARE HIGH lovers

Chilled on the grills of 1957 Mercuries and 1968 Roadrunners confused off of the line

Screeching slick rubber to asphalt and tar just for the traction to grab the check’s fold

Flag to end it right there before the stopwatch reached 10, low 9’s made the day fine

Hungry coyotes would never be any concern at all for the one & only king of the road.

Amazing to be and continue until an infinity far, far away from the bones & holy soul

Given the legends and myths to be or not to be is not the only question, a black hole

Deeper than you’ve gone in your wildest dream, a day mare at the midnight of gods

Wind, Earth, Fire & the Stone Rocks fill the plethora of bytes in the matrix’ hotrods.

Pillars too high to get to the top & see what’s above the noise, leftover chant chance

Starshine down on the shadows to untie the strings’ knots in wisdom and the dance

Satire and comedy of the many and the few, a sweet haul out of the absent menudo

Cats, dogs, birds, snakes, horses, mules, insects & plants we call dirty Earth, it’s a go.

Got on the pants and slacks that send the chills up and down my spinal tapped ends

Fear of Nothing but Fear itself, that’s the ticket, yah mon, can I get a witness to attest

To the thing itself and the forms it inhabits, bones, blood and the whole shebang’s ID

All are one & the same in singularity or multiplicity, riders’ wild storm is all that I am.

Cooked raw, meat is dead animals, the salad is dead plants, you’ll live and then die

For no reason at all but just because somebody thought your mama was so pretty

Don’t blame me for the accurate representation of the unfixed starlight, dead sea

Salted, seeds, chafe, trash, recycled heaven above the Hades is all you’ve got, see?

Nothing else makes sense, that’s like a fairy tale of Peter Pan & Cinderella for just two

Wicked witches and fairy godmothers everywhere you look, in or out of deeper blues

Magic in strict spells of the strong who survive the millennia without playin’ the fool

Mighty spades and diamonds in the rough, decked-out, it’s a game, well played, mule.

I turned that swamp music into the southlands’ everglades’ ‘gators & refugees are free

As below, so it is & always will be above, in a Governor’s invisible scheme being so holy

Nothing can touch or see it anywhere in sight, no tangible evidence for its existence tug

Among the A’s that I achieved in my 3 point 4 GPA, only One gave me leverage of a bug.

Degree of a Bachelor, neither Master nor Doctor, a mere predecessor, esteemed professor

Freaks mere anomaly of the genome, DNA misaddressed, spliced at random for the lucky

Boys and girls turned men and women who procreated or at least guarded the Word of Her

Who she was, virgin or loose as a goose to charge for the mating & dating, where it’s dirty.

Fine lines and underlines of ink spotted chess boards without 8 pawns or even a dark queen

In or out of Fear’s game with or without the rules’ dead & gone, it’s all like that to be matter

Hauling 45,000 pounds of legal cannabis from coast to coast, deadheading home in between

Taxes paid government, which in the USA is every one of us, tax payors or not, him & her.

Crying babies with a microphone, tattling tales about the gatekeepers and the caged anima

Talkin’ not only the zoo’s animals and pants but also every neighborhood, coast to coaster

Factors of the calculus determine the correct answer that cannot be wrong raise a toaster

Made the holy hurl, the urban & rural cowboys & cowgirls held the brown liquor, oh mama.

I had an outstanding plan I recollected from the biblioteque of Words, hurry up and wait

If and only if y’all follow the meaning of the ambiguity, you’ll then know that worm’s bait

Popped & snapped my fingers’ skin and bones, index finger and thumbs ½ crackin’ me up

Lowercase's only the gods use for communication between old dogs and the young pups.

Promoted privates, seamen, ensigns, 2nd Louies get to go where generals talk & follow the cash

War & an epic armed & dangerous battle of the naked apes all armored and smokin’ the hash

Now hear this, now hear this, ain’t nobody’s captain speaking, it’s the #AI access anonymous

You need neither name nor J.D. Salinger uncertainty, sleepy principle like a Fran & Zooey fuss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 2-22-2022 @111 PMPST

{ Critical Mass defined @ Cherry Poppin’ Candymen @ https://youtu.be/-ScjucUV8v0?list=RDMM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BabiesLiveAndDie #WorldTurns #OKbabe #AlrightAlrightAlright @DownAtTheSunsetGrill #DonHenley

ALL OMNIVORES EAT HERBIVORES FOR LUNCH

Really, it’s false to be true to your inner conviction, Booya!

If you believe something, that is not proof that it’s for y’all

Creases in your blue jeans and starch in your blue collar too

On/Off, as it were, Input, Words Spells’ Output magic goo?

It is not my fault, none of this from First to the Last Cause

I came, I saw & now I am so long gone forced to be a boss

Rollin’ up & down the freeway with my wheelchair’s chime

Paradise ain’t the place in Space where you dropped a dime.

Of the mouse & the woman, all jackass’ and vermin’s progeny

Gone God’s bottomless pit, a slippery slope, Void All as I was

Kid you not, 40 acres & a mule, goats’ milk drinkin’ whiz of Oz

Y’all know fabulous Kentucky & Tennessee, one heart’s Free!

You will know once you learn a language of the civil savages

Herded up all of the disobedient orphans to turn the pages

Lost powers of sensation, touching, feeling, smelling & taste

Alone in a crypt, squeezed a 3rd eye insight’s toothless paste.

Give Crusaders quest a holy grail, high AHO to all y’all mama

If you please, priests’ & bishops’ pranks, cardinals to a papa

Come as you are, on your knees for A Rising of the con hosts

Communion with nun-baked, thin melt-in-your-mouth posts.

Made out with your mama like my daddy did with my mama

Yeah, I said it again, like I didn’t know and now I see the light

Of forever & never, I cannot opine, I am a transitory ghost Id

Music plays, I hear it’s what counted #WordUp, I am #TheKid.

Hills climbed blindly without a map or any #GPS, I did the Do

Didn’t care about survival of the most fit, I assumed that too

Scooted, crawled, stepped up, turned around, logic implosion

Figured subjects, objects, predicates and the gist of origin Sin.

It never was my fault, I am not at fault, I ain’t obligated to cry

About the great, great, great ancestral lifeline’s idiotic morons

Supposed to be honey sweeter & gratitude for sterility’s sons

Stardust, hardrock remnants of Sun’s supernova, Mary’s high!

by

rjj stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-21-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{#KnockedOutThePark while jammin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWitItBaby #WhenYaStartToLoseYourTouch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI?list=RDMM}

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

WTFK?

#RobinzHood

INSIDE THE INNER SANCTUM’S HALL OF FAME, FORTUNE & FINESSE

Pinups and shutdowns in the shadow that’s always been here and there, I mean It Is everywhere

On or off of the mark, the bull’s eye still is the aim of the marksman, because you can, you can

Served your country from ’71 to the 22’s, hey man, don’t blame me for the dyin’ breed of Sonny

Hesitating the escalation of the battles of selfish and hateful brutes of aunts’ and uncles’ honey.

Gods or a God or no God, just a random happenstance of chaos’ atomic fission and fusion Zen

Meditate eyes closed, ears hearing the sound of silence, feeling, tasting, smelling a vape pen

Mark your place, I’ll save it for you, go ahead and take a rest with the herd, it’s all in the blood

Inside the brain’s mind of conscious perception & ability to recollect and retrieve, it’s all good.

This act of labor & love coinciding with the jive grooves of the needles that were rollin’ in the hay

Suddenly the genius’ of the group of I Don’t Know What To Do’s & y’all are all y’all are, a fish filet

Man’s muffins hot out the oven with that cup of tepid café con leche spillin’ all over your white pills

In time for the great schooner trip upon the ocean of only God knows what, top of the volcanic hills.

Nothing got the hold on you like your need to breathe in and out of your lungs, windpipe & mouth

Packing it all in for the rest of eternity, poked until the missed veins got purple-blue, vampired out

Time’s comin’ for kings and queens off Broadway into the infinite roots off of Hollywood and Vine

I’m high as your mighty mind and body on five dry martinis or six shots of Two Fingers’ fine line.

Time came for the end of lives living in the Present to make room for all future preconceived one

Need the fresh water & the big fish, all species of animals to run free in herds with fences & guns

Bone as good as a stone, it always was since the first evolved One without an equal, two came in

For the holy roller reason’s perfection, logic deters denial of delusion, your dream all I don’t know.

We shall, you will too, you’ll wake up in your elderly, old man’s head nodding upon your poem’s raps

Honky feeling heat & freezing stone cold for the last time, dying on or near the tracks until the G-taps

I can hear it comin’ ‘cause my ear’s down on the railroad track, it’s hummin’ louder, it’s Zen’s the way

Burned memories on the other side of the bridge, I’m the memory nobody can recall, vanished today.

Wherever you’ve been before today hasn’t revealed treason for being alive here or anywhere else

If you can’t find any reason for being alive, then it means that your life, that life is a waste of Hell’s

Fools with the pride in a ghostly and empty dream within a dream, it’s Poe and it’s all in the flow

Possible to be or never to have been at all, an aborted conception of the whim of the mother’s kid.

Escaped from the bowels of the inner sanctum where no men go for free with a no return deposit

Elementary DNA is the framework for the man appearing to every human at childbirth, fudge a bit

Mother ate the grain father left to keep his family #AI, intelligent or not, that’s all there is left, Blues

Dating your own kind and the other kind that ain’t anything but an alien who got right next to yours.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 PMPST

#HIllbillyDeluxe

A C C E S S I B L E  H I L L B I L L Y

Time came before you knew that it was part of the off-key song sung by a guy
Or a gal, all of the same species of hominid, not even one better or worse than
Random conceptions on or underground, original sin’s excruciating natal pain
Disobeying a god in the hosted garden, Boston to Monterey, sunset to gold dawn.

Points taken from one end of the spectrum to the other, UV light to the Infrared
Monks in caves read the Word, kept the Word, hid the Word, all living will be dead
In a moment that cannot be known by the One inside of the flesh and 208 bones
All but spent inside of the Void full of tongues-out @Rolling_Stones, on i-phones.

We’re all here and now on the same page, language only matters to the boogeymen
Linguistic analysis yields the premises and deduced induction of specious acumen
Charlie’s in the concreted jungle, you know we seen that faraway look, deep Hades
Government issued to host the myriad of GI parties for the angels and all animals.

Nothing is more urgent than breathing, healthy eating, defecating & divine liberty
Midnight to high noon, the gamble is being conceived in concert with rollin’ stones
Defalcation of all of yours & all of mine, the gold & silver pirate treasures of the ID
Stolen from the occult & the perceived reality, form’s essence nobody can even see.

Halls of empty, dead air like the stuff you’re breathing right this very moment too
I am as well, deeply or shallow, above or underwater, the gas is what keeps us blue
Montgomery to Tacoma, #LetUsDoThis your thing, our thing, every mother’s son
Born to be tamed like old Adam & old Eve, you know the epic saga, all said & done.

You’d think the apes of your culture, your civilization soon to disappear, as such
Rambling more or less from the start of the get-go, anti-clockwork burnt orange
Sensation of the sixth sense requires the five senses to be as #Woke as a sumbeach
No conceived zygote needs me to advise, Truth is all about the nature of grunge.

Grown men cry just like the little baby boys they used to be, tears on our pillow
The wet well of disappointment or fear of death has dried up like a desert, slow
Known or occult, it’s over when it’s over, if it’s not over, I’ll let you tell me it’s me
All my imagination and that’s gonna fade away the day I die, conscious or not, see?

Monkeyed around with the history read from the Presidents & Popes, govern my ID
May I have your attention please, boys and girls? Diamond rings for the MASH chit
Mobile Air-Sea Hospital, in an infinite loop of reruns, movie and of #4077 kitty porn
Dream, wake up, sleepwalk, daydreamers’ function is just a kiss away from a Tinhorn.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 2-20-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST