#CrystalPurplePersuasion #MaybeTonight #MaybeNOT

FELINE FINE KAT SAMANTHA - RIP

SOME HELL YOU’VE FOUND UNDERNEATH THE COVERS

Maximum you’ll receive is whatever you can’t afford, therefore you’ll mind your manners, John Henry

Hammer came down and killed old John Henry, he ran out of the Jack Daniels Black got arrested, I cry
Not only can you fly without wings when you die, you may not remember anything from birth to death
Absolutely a form of reenlisting in the life you get before death, it can’t cancel it, still run out of breath.

Brain fog allows no clarity of the subjects and objects in front of your face, the carnivore & herbivore
Both keep the Life alive in the things made of skin & bones of various colors & 208 bones of a whore
Not my sister or mother, maybe your own, maybe even your ex-wife and girlfriends, I’m in denial too
I see nothing in the good, the bad or the ugly that fixes the stupid in the idiots and morons of Blues.

Ending in the container of bone dust on your grandchild’s fireplace mantel, keepers signify horror
Never shakin’ off the entertainment, we enjoy here and now, a cat’s meow and the growling roar
Of stars being born from gravitational collapses and big bangs which occur in virtual perpetuity
I have a secret, this is a sacrifice to the dead deity who caused the Big Bang, hot fun in this city.

Point of no return at the last step off into the empty space, over the cliff, seconds away from a void
Need and want to know the reason you’ve been alive, why we’re conceived into a ball of confusion
Even our forefathers were conceived without the coupled two being ‘In love’ just ‘in lust’ mortal sin
Allowing logic to guide me down to Big Sur, 2 steps on a trip, a scoot on steel, turnpikes signs of tin.

Reality’s what you can recall of what happened while your senses not only detected it but also fixed it
That’s the key to survival of the most fit, never stop the vigilance and reactive ignition of a retaliation fit
Smooth as the Santana riff around Supernatural and the Shaman, no double reverse of almighty power
Once it’s unable to muster the light out of the darkness, only the chosen ones smoke the holy flower.

Thirteen ghosts left in a house of blues, full moon baby poltergeists, a guffaw for big, bad blue moons
Carol & Mary blowing soap bubbles of thin-membrane out of this world’s platform, dimensional runes
Ready to read the signs of symbolic magic spells, what the Vikings used & I made my own, river stones
Grey & brown of the Autumn months let it all be the way it’s always been, the whole orchestra moans.

I got a line on you and all of the others who cannot agree with my doobie brothers & steely dan’s blue
Hear your heartbeats and soul leaks of worrying about what you cannot shake, that’s the holy shat too
6 strings are attached to my offers to increase our savings & profits by a megabillion yin-yang bass glow
I ain’t playin’ player, Time’s ticking inside this atmosphere, Ends contain a lost consciousness, just blow.

Fool’s paradise is below heaven, Reality & Fantasy merge into perpetual bliss’ quantum astral body
Selfless party of smoke & mirrors, subconscious soul-travel creates the divine super consciousness
Major league players in the Spirit of Love will forget the presence of The Awesome moment in Time
When your self-realization triggered a recollection of why Matter exists in Space, to loan me a Dime.

 
Buckeyes out picked potatoes, scalloped & mashed into Irish underground staples, dirty tubular dank
Moves from somewhere out of this world, not of this Earth, born crippled & infirm, unsweet, fat milk
Severe ennui completes the impossible mission, as if you’ve failed when you’ve succeeded, you stank
So does everybody under one star called sun, mother, father or both that Caused it all, soft black silk.

Faith is believing blindly, whether true or false, Hope is a vacant Will to Power & Charity is love to All
Doing anything to anyone at anytime collects some Karma for your payback soul promise, for Play Ball
If you don’t walk or get a single, double, triple or homer, you’re a loser, the team needs one hero slide
Down from third, cleats flyin’ high into the catcher’s mit, balls in the pocket, hit me in the head, I died.

It’s 2:22 AMPST & why the dream is in the dream I don’t know, it’s not for me to say anyway, I’m dead
Alive and focused on the days & nights, your asleep in bizarro world, welcome home, got to go to bed
Super men and women fly, run, smoke and sleep to locate the Truth, hidden in plain sight, just kidding
Truth doesn’t exist, that’s why it’s difficult to find, it ain’t there, this is an accident, an original Sinning.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 2-26-2024 Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST

{ Killed the WORD- Pulitzer-worthy bard blather compiled listenin’ to  #TheDirtyLowdown by @BozSkaggs link @ https://youtu.be/I-hKBmTAADo?si=vg8RtKCN3nWAq9mz }

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

Writ by: @PhilAbuster & @JackieDaniels @Eric_Church @acdcCON #Everclear #Everlast @ChrisStapleton @BillyJoel @GretchenWilson @BugsBunnyCompilation #JeffBridges #LeGrandeLebowski

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JACKED UP MORE , SO GET BACK JACK

In front, near the middle of the backside, there’s a passage that nobody has entered
Fear and loathing to become the savior of your soul but not mine, have a nice day
Income is the flow of the gold coming from the centerfold of the playboy masters
Thinking that I am alive and that I exist just because I’m thinking about this & that.

By the ways and means pushing the buttons and throwing the switches to engage chit
It moves the unmoved mover to be the First Cause of all effects up to a Singularity fit
It cooks in a crock pot, slowly heating the muscles of animals’ so hot, it’s metabolized
Gone before you & I know it, typically in a scattered mind, peace comes circumcised.

One Truth among the many versions of the purpose for the human species appearance
On a finite stage in the middle of what appears to be infinite Space, it’s all zero & a One
Manipulate the narrative to win or to lose the game played by ancestors long gone too
Never left the dust of the Earth, bones and mummies leftover from a campus bonfire.

Mixed martial arts qualify for the narrow way defense of the heart & soul of what it is
A thing itself, speaking of the substance of a leap year’s extra day, to keep the 365 ¼
Days it takes to revolve around the star before it collapses or expands, Earth’s Time
Without precise calculation, no accounting for the wobble & unequal elliptical path.

Heard of the Uncertainty Principle & analyzed the concept for the sake of my sanity
No more running in the opposite direction believing blindly that I’d garner some pity
For the luck I made for myself out of the gold mine nuggets of sugar gum drops of sin
Decadent of the alabaster and ivory gleaned from the sea’s river rocks that roll on in.

Now and then you gotta feel like this has all been done before, but it ain’t a deja vous
It’s just because the infinite repetition of the things doing their things is so out of sight
All of us too, every single one of us, you & me, everybody else, living & dead got us right
Prayed to gods, begged mother nature, hoped that the dead poets murdered the blues.

Righted on when y’all got left out in the cold with no coat, not even warm, woolly socks
Evened it all up before I played chess games with my head down on pebbles and rocks
I awoke so hungry & missing all but my naked bones entrenched in astigmatic #Tarpit
Confidence men, all too human morphs trippin’ around Earth in an eighty-day caput.

Despair is Essence of Being aware that a Void is all there is, loveless, at sea forever
Dry or wet, rocks don’t allow the water flow, H2O river tracks like Nitro-glycerin hair
Shooting messengers doesn’t make the message change, can’t say nothin’ nice, so
Don’t say anything at all, mean spirit wants ‘1’ narrative of Truth, Destiny’s low blow.

Before the concept is analyzed, begin with Love not Hate, no date-rape children high
As above, therefore it is the same below the atmosphere’s stratosphere, Adam’s sigh
Wasted or oblivious to the method in the madness, just takin’ the blows as they come
Up, down, in & out, before & after the consciousness becomes aware, deaf & dumb.

On a sliding scale of determination, 1 being absolute & 9 being random chaos’ honey
Which rate reflects your certainty, what birth & death means in the long run, so funny
If you’re blind, deaf & in the mode of Helen Keller, able to think & learn the three R’s
Reading, W®riting & Arithmetic, overnight sensation of higher powers, heroes in bars.

I’ve held the strings and I pulled them as needed to slide into home safely, bold lover
Nobody replaces the irreplaceable that can’t be held back by little sister or big brother
You will do what your will allows whether you know it’s omnipotent or you ignore Truth
Love spent on trigger-happy TDs & Homers, no rollin’, sky-high bad breaks, forsoothe.

Where Mary took the brain cells to lock up the triggers of judgement & rhetorical slack
Busted for baggies of plants and the smash into plastic packs of your death while alive
Consider the alternative of being conceived in a womb, lapse your reason, gods smack
Always deep in here, Space & Time locked on target & “You’re fired, you dumbfound!”

Not even high or drunk, not as high as the anthill underneath the roach farm below me
But I will be sooner or later when I’ve secured a safe place to knock myself out of here
Like a game needing a winner & a loser, it doesn’t need to last for eternity, just a while
On higher ground, underwater, thrown up in the air, common ground is a free will dial.

Words said & eaten to take back the falsehoods and misstated thoughts within souls
Asleep to keep the secret that you & I, everyone ever alive or to be alive, dream holes
Darker light, chain-reacting atomic glass, out of nowhere, nothing becomes One thing
Unconditional winning is everything, losing only happens to winners, bells ring, I sing.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March 2nd 2024 @ 711 AMPST

{#Jacked-up while deep, down in a purple funk in a trunk of bunk while listenin’ to #SlowWhiskeyBlues link @ https://youtu.be/aJGNryWfOgI?si=pgqqngb9J9nNaGoQ}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RicoSuave #Stormy #Rainy #AllJACKEDup

MUCHACHOS, DON'T LET THE LYRICS MISLEAD YA

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Future is yesterday and you missed it but you weren't even lookin' for it anyway, just chill

It's not going to be easy being all alone, dead or alive, the only way to fly is solo, little Bill

Ports on every coast of seven continents have ships in ports without sailors' black as a hole

Hip to the empty rhetoric which dovetails with the bovine scat you've spat from your soul.

 

For the love of stardust underfoot, there's only forced faith in the next moment comin' outs

Bottom feeders await the gravity to bring it all down to the recycle core of all we know too

Think I am, therefore I am, in French, Spanish, German, Italian, Slavic or Mandarin codex

Sprung from signs on walls, then on parchment of trees & now electronic #ZapMail FedEx.

Artful dodge of the deal, walking away when a bottom line is reached, big fish, hooked to set

Into the jaw or down the throat if the worm got swallowed, just like payin' back "others' debt

Down at one bottom again, graves have gravity at the core, ain't a tangible state of your mind

Indeed, somethin' got a hold on me, it's a surface infiltration of great wide open caves so fine.

Real intelligence cannot oppose it's invention of artificial thought manipulation, always right

Never in error of the logic & reason presented to 1 conscious perception of extinction's fight

Deoxyribonuclear acid feelings that never, ever hurt me or any commitments I love to death

Few & far between but might even be a complete stranger, I'd save from a guy's bad breath.

Right now at 12 o'clock, high noon PST, there's a stormy front hidden from the rear view, yet

To be or not to be, still alive but homeless with nothing but a backpack of sweet nothing debt

Nothing like a sin against the creator of the universe, just disobedience of the Ten Commands

Dropped a dime on a fake leader of dead people from a promised land, Adam to all God's fans.

High priests, astute, celibate nuns of Love's creation, on a high noted convent-monastery dream

Bums & junkies filling up their empty pork & bean cans of holy river water to cleanse clusters

Being inferior, claiming to be a singer-musician, ten bones bent, willing & able to drop a dime

Too busy to have been fabulous, as a most wanted fugitive of Love, innocence of Life's crime.

Graves dug for the rotting skin, organic matter of cell forms, dead plankton to dead human too

Kind of species that can't be eaten by neither its own nor others, be that as it may, kind of blue

Played & sung all alone or for an audience of two or more, maybe hundreds of forms of bones

Common the denominator for the minions to divide & conquer the multiplicity of cell phones.

A satirical farce is not obvious when disguised as a biographical certainty, tragedy it's a comedy

English and American literature rich with a wealth of knowledge, wisdom & pure human folly

No reason to suspect that everyone agrees that what is true is the Truth, illusions feed delusions

Importance of the Unknown, subatomic & supratomic twirling the infinite swirl, mortal sin sin.

Peak at the tip of unexploded ice & rock down to a molten core which can't freeze cosmic dust

Call it a name we've grunted early in the lexicon appearance, A, B or C all do what they must

Making two, then four, then eight geometrically progressed to infinity's Singularity, no return

Imaginary point less than a pencil dot on notebook paper, success seeing nothing left to burn.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 3-1-2024 A.D. @ 1212 PMPST

{ Flicked this invisible reign of Hope out while jammin' to some #Aberrant ROK & RO link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=aEVJBeR3bopq4wvq &  https://youtu.be/eCUCSqcSnac?si=1DM0pHXwJ-cwtp2q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?