#TakeSomeOffTheTop #CrewCutsFineHoundDog #HoodooManBlues @Joanna_Connor #BluesPurples @KipMoore @ChrisJanson @Beachboys

SIGN UP AHEAD SAYS IT ALL,

TWILIGHT ZONE, SHOOT FOR THREE!

Into the void place, you either know it or you don’t, if you do not know, you will too soon

Before you’re ready to roll, the accident or the assistance request fills up the full moon

Work is what it’s all about, the old Russian philosopher plays rock on an electric guitar

As if being channeled from above the tallest Alp to the hot, molten lava planetary core.

Force of anti-gravity and momentum are the Earth orbit mocking atomic electron charm

Pour your attention into learning the way to survive in a hostile or docile environ of harm

Brace yourself for the stone, cold truth about the reason why mankind exists here at all

There’s no argument against the facts, even blind & deaf people can braille see the call.

Deluxe and premium essence to be taxed at 50% all judged by states of lost mind stuff

Closed eyes one last time and there may not be anyone there to see your final wink/blink

Either way we’re all going to return to the place we were before Ma & Pa copulated me in

It’s not my creation so don’t shoot the only messenger you’ve got, so fortunate my son.

Stay put right where you live, never give up your ground to the government mules’ gamut

Some day and some way the First Cause will galvanize the Final Effect, dressed, split gut

Like the prey the brave hunter/killer was just in the mood to survive, to live with a rat race

Imposed the all too human wills on the innocents, they’ll comply & avoid fraud & waste.

Right between your eyes at the top of your nose, there’s a temple holding a mortal soul

Keeping lungs breathing on autopilot regardless of quality of consciousness’ rigmarole

Schematic of your highness on the downlow in a corrupted petri dish of bacterial hells

Inferior intellects created government of masses, they had no magical wand of spells.

Western civilization needs to go back to the seventh century in civilization flux to behead

You and I, even the executioner and judge eventually once concubines & queens are dead

Fear being all too human, it’s the thought that counts, free will causing all special effects

Think of being a thing itself in the form of a human, shape of an ape, survive domestic sex.

Scents of wet animals in an enclosure, fouling out the oxygen level, a claustrophobic man

On getting out of prison in time to get to @TimeSquare, I’ll be damned if I’m goin’ back too

Holy ghosts can bring reinforcements to force compliance of the super snakes, too human

Wrote the note, hid the words behind the brick in the wall, it was really all in all a stone fan.

Miracles are impossible special effects which can’t be repeated experimenting, not a Truth

Facts cannot be mutated without transforming into lies, stating untrue arguments forsooth

High or low vice versa too, until death do us part, fighting for survival to be free of holy kings

Soul on frozen ice still embedded in the hard H2O, a beat of hard knocks on big tire O-rings.

Holier than the holiest ones who remain celibate for life, avoiding a species’ sin production

If no daughters or sons are born, original sin won’t be created & won’t need forgiveness’ pin

Hence, perception dream animated as a film, a cinematic reproduction of conscious mind

New Year 2026 in the wings, ready to put a pedal to the metal, wet dreams appear & rewind.

To be or not to be is a question avoiding the consequences of pretending it all matters, s#it

There is no answer to the rhetorical juxtaposition of phraseology, except nobody knows It

Why nobody knows is because all the dead people who were born first were ignorant in sin

They failed to write down the language in surviving media out of Mother Earth annihilation.

Pertaining to the final Cause of the final Effect, unprecedented, all unpredictable at best

Words said, sung, stated and distorted into cancellation of what your blind faith let rest

Underground buried six feet beneath the surface and holy cross of granite, I.D. and record

Above ground in clear sight of my disembodied consciousness, I graduated, a Red Horde.

Picked the A-team to win the championship of this & that without knowing why, just to win

Pretentious as TNT could be when you lie and forget what the lie was, you’ll contradict a sin

Paying for the faking of the Truth eventually because the karma never vanishes from a soul

Astrally fixed this askew planet below, spins, wobbles, orbits & lets history be, death’s goal.

by

r j j stephan, i

C.  Mercredi, Freezember XXXI^st, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@KORN #WordUP

@PABLO_PICASSO 

WHAT’S UP?  Love’s enough,
MORE WORDS TO DIE FOR

I ran out of lies that even gods despise and it’s water beneath your highness’ bridge

Nothing I can do about the river of life’s current or thrust to the seaside sand ridge

It’s exactly like this above & below the twist & shout of silence & bliss, spoiled brat

Impetus to run out of solar energy to burn into a blacker hole than a ghost in a cat.

Take and put it back where it came from, post haste & never forget the owed debt

Speaking language from baby to adult, misdirected & miscomprehended empty set

Adaptive learner from calculus to trigonometry & back to the geometric algebraic cats

Diamonds to space dust, it will spin, it’s learnin’ the Truth without hedging the rats.

Learnin’ that the lies are the good, bad & ugly part about Life On Earth, I’m winning

For now & hope with the grace of the gods, I’ll survive unto the 2050’s mortal sinning

Seriously folks, thoughts remain echoing from Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, mercy gism

Ultraviolet to infrared of the spectrum’s appearances when distorted by crystal prism.

Hay is for horses, I’ll feed them later, I mean “HEY” & it’s a call to legs, not arms, hence

Give it all you’ve got, there’s nothing else that will move you more than common sense

Whisper the lovers name in their ear when you get the chance, it won’t hurt to be nice

You may never get another moment in the future, it’s not your fate but it’s a high price.

More than anyone wants to pay, can’t get it on credit, it’s all pay in advance, straight up

Promise you’ll pay for the wins and the losses since you are both the loser & the winner

Chills up your spine like I spoke your peace that you couldn’t verbalize, linguistical fear

Bills and invoices all paid before they got invoiced, all of Earth’s rhyme & reason’s tear.

Murphy’s Law is written without letters, words or tales form the dark sides of our ol’ kin

If it can go wrong it will go wrong but if there’s a probability that it’ll go right, we itchin’

As if I know that everything depends on my intent & placement of my will, as it happens

Magical occult creating cause and effect of microscopic & macroscopic Joy & Suffering.

When you die, all of us will see the Truth, eyes wide open to rigor mortis, need stuffing

Burial with or without the celebration that we’re all gonna go sometime & some no delay

Pray it ain’t you or me but it’ll be whomever gets the last breath, silent & quiet in a finale

Much like wakin’ up after a dream, Life is your sleep-deceit, die, awaken, immortal King.

Love that never asked for more was the only love I ever gave or took, I was a perfect fool

Still, silence is the best part of the storm, when it’s over there’s nothing left but me & you

Everything else drifts away except your touch, our look into each other’s inner soul Geist

Still inside or outside of the whirl of the planet, eternity is a certainty, grace is my Ghost.

by

richard joseph stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember XXX^th, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

Blues Goin' Oopsy Daisy #CryBabiesGetNothingSpecial #ElvisHITS #SpringsteenHitterOne @HarrysPlace @MASK3PreviewlMOVIE

FOOLS, DEADBEATS &

YO’ MAMAS

Babies cry before being born, I hear the wails of their tears, they are the ghosts

Who leaves the historical records of the deeds and philosophies of twitter posts

Beggin’ on two knees for no good reason other than to get the matter of energy

Love and the absolute nothingness of the Void, wave goodbye, now you’ll see.

Happiness and the lack of it is the sadness, daily, annually & until the stars fall

It’s all we need and all we want, being the happy face inside and out, heart flip

Charms and appearances get the gist of the whole shebang, survive as the fit

Attracting the origin to the destination egg of the being, it’s the thrust of all s#it.

Future from Past yielding the momentary Presence, mindful of the skull’s bones

Counting and conglomerating the letters and numbers, divide and round ‘em up

A quotient & product remain all that controls the minions, move iHeart’s iPhones

In the pink yet out of the wild blue yonder, at Mach speed three in a China teacup.

Hats on & hands off the things that feel soft or hard, dry or slippery when slick wet

Teddy bears don’t want to be anybody’s tiger or lion, you can’t love them enough, so

It’s what I am, your teddy bear on your tight hugs keeps me warm and tough enough

Missed the Time & Space one minute after I died, beat to death, starved the holy life.

Dreaming this right now, you are too but you don’t realize it, thinking reality is all real

When it’s the fiction of the illusion that you & I are present, revolving, copping a feel

That I am an angry old man is the Truth until the end of Time, it’s my best lethal blow

Feel me? See me? You’ll never taste or smell me, no hearin’ me comin’, my little bro.

Care as much as you can as you drown and run out of air to breathe, drunk on the H2O

Down the throat and into the stomach and lungs until the verve ceases, God won’t flow

It’s all to be or not to be, question & answer get my full attention, I don’t wanna be trite

Hence, time runs out but not before it’s too late to share conscious thought or fly a kite.

After it’s too all late to influence the Presence of the entire world, then on you’ll posit goons

Only you’ll know then because only one person at a time is allowed to immerse in deep chit

Because you believed without proof, what you thought was true was false new blue moons

The brides and grooms roll the RNA strands into hot stars of this Earth’s mud and filthy dirt.

Changing your mind from innocence into inherited guilt that sore losers distribute, it’s done

By the time you’re seventeen, give or take a year or two, maturity bites y’all in the rear end

It mocks the teachers who pretended that wisdom was theirs when it was just an illusion

Now it’s here, they’re all gone now but I’m mule-kickin’ in the barn to rules that don’t bend.

Last names sort out the family from the random Charlies & Sherries as it should be forever

Reason why granite stone bears a name & years of the soul departed in a 111-degree fever

It is because it’s the only immortal reference to the thing itself, heaven above our two feet

Below our two feet is the apparent six feet under trek, to wait on the end of the world shyt.

A long time it will be just as a long time it’s been since the Original Big Bang of hot neutrons

Neutrinos left over to show nothing but dead air ‘tween dead things, speed of light velocity

Sound of silence without music or speeches on the nature of being stuck without an entity

Knowing humans live & die, I’m one of them, for whom I live & die, my daughters & godsons.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Freezember XXIXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 3:00 PMPST

{ Synched this piece to @Elvis_Pressley #ElvisGoldRecordsVolume4 from 1968 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q7Z1SMP3z74 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FigmentedImagination #BabyWhat'dISayAnyways #witchcraft #Gog & #Magog

IT’S ALL SPINNING TIME & SPACE,

THINK WITCHCRAFT OR YOU WON’T SURVIVE

All a Gog is where it’s been for generations of subatomic particle fusion & you got me?

That dry dream you had last night was the dream that faded to black for the last screed

The wrap of the film is in the can, absorbing the immersion of the hope-dream of a blog

All or most of the little bits that are leftovers from the Big Bang return to the Alpha cog.

Area is the full length of the empty form times the width of the flip side of the empty form

Pretend you know it all, as your teachers trained you that way, hook up a squirmin’ worm

Full of all scat whipped up from cream of the crop, y’all seem full of its aggressive entities

Miss Takes has it all under control, nothing escapes the idiots & morons full of hot CBDs.

I know where you’re comin’ from, same time and place I’m from, the neighborhood of God

Everything single atom conglomerated into a voice of Empty-Void denizens, a red, hot bod

Complexity of the memory before your conception is the history of the animals’ blood guts

From absolutely nothing but a sheer ghost, sounds and sights suck into your bloody buts.

Kicked the mule in the head just like the idiot and moron got kicked by random intercourse

Phraseology begins with subjective objections, cliche predication to summon a cool nurse

Together or separated at the original breath of whirling, speed of the revolving door kills me

First your toe, then your foot and your whole leg up to your hips cut off like a slice of salami.

Woke up, the dream faded to a recollection I can’t recall, senseless memory in utero holes

Why did the parents need to copulate? They were forced like ants & bees, RNA coded souls

High or low, above or below the things themselves, forms and matter fused into a low dose

Of glee and destitute hopelessness, nothing is unknown, I know it all, everything is A Rose.

Saved or not, once corpus dillecti sinks into the 208 bones, the corpse returns to the Voids

Imagine the reality of going around in circles, revolving around a torrid, burning God of boys

Allowed the screams of childbirth to become immersed in clothes of silk & wool, all my son

Foothills walked up & down The Hill, a highway #49 north or south of a holier Mason-Dixon.

Brimming to the rim to the point of overflowing the effulgence into infinity, wide-open space

Dead or alive, behind bars or in a metal tube can, underground or knife-slashed, happy face

Realm of divinity out of touch, out of reach, out of a rational mind, Nothingness’ divine dye

Blackness absorbed into dust between tiny bytes of golden fleece, the lead turns blue sky.

Big Bang is a Silent Gasp in retrospect, Unknown is all about the rigor mortis’ leftover deal

Happy or not on Earth or in Heaven or Hell, either way as it was, it will be with no return cell

Real or artificial things are mental disorders of the pretentious fodder, gulp don’t swallow it

A bit of sugar helps the medicine go down, all doses to die for, like it or not, doomed to S#it.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XXVI^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST

{  Reality & Illusion merge to produce Space between Reality & Illusion, what you are & what you’ll be, first to final gasp of gas, Nothing but God, open funk’s junk in the trunk generated via screamin’ groans, licked boots I walked inside of, deep scat, all me, I AM, @stephan. Jacked this little ditty up while jammin’ to @Elvis #HITS nobody heard on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q7Z1SMP3z74?si=ABr8wGtpy5MW_IZ1  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ElviS

sTRANGER things?

#StonedInLoveWithYall #MiseryAndEcstasyAtOne #RIP-ROB

BEFORE DROWNING IN SPEW,

SWALLOWED WHOLE BY THE funk GODS

Sho’ ‘nuff could be worse than you thought at first, in the second place, show you’re right

Gangbanging your heads together until the skulls crack open like a Filbert nut, protein hit

All just because you’re healthy for a minute, you’re dreaming that you’re immortal as well

Y’all ain’t immortal & nobody ever was in the history of the human species, not even One.

Then an immaculate conception without the sperm of mankind became the form of a god

One who could not die even when killed, even if dressed out like an elk or deer, hollow man

As it is and always has been, mysterious Time between utter darkness & bright lightness sin

Where we grow & meet to mate or to avoid the induction of the DNA into a gene pool’s skin.

Notes that are kept to remind the mind to forget what appears to be a destitute loser game

Looking forward to a reward after death but many dead have discovered, Death is the fame

Heaven above the atmosphere or Hell below the core of dirt underfoot, seeds grow out of it

Becoming alive to keep the living alive by being the fuel, food for a pretentious afterthought.

Perfect or closer to imperfection on the timeline, Space allows all Good, Bad and Uber Ugly

All of it which should not reproduce won’t reproduce, it’s the only way it can be, you and me

Been an inert atom of gas & all volatile matter which explodes to implode it all, ad infinitum

Tiny peep or bigger bang than a first baby bang that netted holy, divine words drunk on rum.

I think and dream what I’ve thought couldn’t be thought or dreamt of yet, it’s all I’ve got man

Nothing we can do about it & nobody, yet conceived, can do a thing about this odd situation

Unnatural to be naturally killing beasts to drain life for mastication-transformation into scat

Alternative is stone death if life cannot be sustained, only blind faith for fools & the fatty-fat.

Eyelids cover the only way to see the things of shape & color, forms & shades of Time’s fires

It’s holy yet irregular as most precious gems are rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphires

Ahead or behind the lines of demarcation makes trivial difference, final stages’ annihilation

Luck dropped into our laps, conception of mind & body, egg & sperm, Good Mortal Sin skin.

As sudden death is merely dying when you’re not ready to die, get ready ‘cause it’s coming

All you know will depart with your mind and brain going back to stasis, leftover sagas to sing

From cowboys, pirates and moguls who gathered Life and consumed it forthwith post haste

Where galactic dust globes of gravitational collapse will move, it’s doom, black hole waste.

Imagine the rock outside of your head that you stand upon, looking like you own the piece

Of course, you don’t & never will own the place, it’s the ground of being, you’re tiny as mice

I am as well, the long hair and beard hide the Truth which is unknown to the mice and men

Fault of One father for the outcome of the event, good, bad or ugly, The Bones’ blood & skin.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December 22^nd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 

{ Annihilated this batch of logos dispatched from the Void of Zero Gravity while listenin’ to #LoonyTunes in the background to Cement the Christmas cheer to the minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hdGjw10mCAI?si=U8xdslvUYu5Un4V_ & @EricClapton @Cream #StrangeBrew link @ https://youtu.be/TUOmmVoMQis?si=u7GdBAvJGYBPuJCt  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

STRANGE BREW, LOOK  WHAT’S INSIDE OF YOU!

Well Done or Burned #MakeMyWishComeTrue #WhiteKnuckledBlackGods #GrinchSetUp #Shrek2025 #ScoringPoliticalPoints #TaxiDriver

HER TONGUE DOES WHAT IT DOES WHEN SHE CHOOSES

At will, the free and easy Will to Power which we all get robbed of before Reason kicks the kid

Fear to loathe this first place choice of gods, in every tongue on Earth, her name means It, “Id”

All you need to know is get out the way if you fear sudden death, since she has no preferences

Smash & dispose of you, well most of you other than the sacrificed bits of 208 frag-swag pieces.

Here by now you can bet your bottom dollar if you even have a centavo left over post-Christmas

Bet your bottom dollar on whatever has the most odds against winning, you’ll be sure to lose it

Bet your rent or mortgage or the gas and electricity bills, your car payment, bet it all, win or lose

It’s a good chance you’ll lose it all, get ready for a 2nd fall, fell into & out of the love with booze.

Blame and responsibility is all on me, my free will chose to raise the glass of wine, a toke of herb

Needless to say, nevertheless it’s important in any case to deduce the important conclusion, sir

All Respect you give to yourself you may share with all personalities in kind, it’s lost to be found

Be kind to others as you’d like them to be back to you, it comes around like a merry-go-round.

Prisoners of war and peace wait as the young birds in the nest with their traps open for drops

Of men and mice, it’s the same old song as birds sing, a reminder that y’all just a mortal pop

Nothing other than respect for the Truth is necessary and sufficient in every form’s substance

Blood and bone as we are, the gods never were, y’all be happy to be here in a finite instance.

It takes a small error to cause a misdirection of the life of hundreds affected in 50 years of Time

Once knowledge is uncovered by reason’s logic, it is done, yet an invisible tweak remains, a sign

Blundered ala blind altruism to pretenders, misremembered lives, compassionate simpletons

I’m just talkin’ to myself ‘bout myself because I’m the only one who recalls daughters & sons.

Innocent and innocence are the nature of the weak that do not survive Earth, you savage beast

Only God knows the end of Time, the planet’s demise in a Big Bang or Little Squeak, BBQ feast

Loaned a few moments on borrowed Time without knowing the interest on the payback scorch

Full disclosure of the Truth in every case is a certain sign you won’t forget the original lie’s torch.

Holy men and women taught the Word as best they could, it was not their place to claim victory

Hence, a game with rules and regulations mimicking the reality of Earth, Wind and Fire 2nd Story

That your mind’s eye has a concoction of consciousness without a body of bones, a prerogative I

Ego or its superior Alter One that hooks up an imaginary Super One, a thing is nothing t’all, aye!

All I know is what’s not been burned by the folks who needed heat to feel warm, all that’s left Is

All there is, now on the world-wide-web for every, conscious thing itself, idiot, moron or genius

For the Truth to be told there are consequences, every good and evil man is aware of all of It all

Nothing could be further from the Truth, yet Nothing is further than Truth can be told, all a fuss.

Same Time and the same place that your dream began, out of nowhere to go deep undercovers

As a spy vs. spy kills nobody you or I know, yet they are primarily responsible for God’s blunders

Not more nor less than all we will ever be allowed to process for any consciousness’ pacification

Pope to pauper that hasn’t become extinct, housed in an orphanage for love’s children of ZaZen.

You and I know that trusting anyone other than yourself is a gamble, whether related near or far

Relatives or compatriots of the same ilk, a desire needed to keep sane within a pool of insanity

Powerful Will, as above so below, before your arrival you were that same as you’ll be as corpse

Infinity of abstract, unconscious formulation out of shape atomic matter, electronic Time warps.

Your teaching is your thinking that you know what True is and what’s not, a survival mechanism

Smile on your face or not, die happy or sad but either way, when you’re dead, it’s no returnism

On either side of the center of the Time Line, there’s no reversable Future nor Past, just as a Sin

Mortal or immortal disobeying the Host is out of context, punishable by eternal, clear foreskin.

Along the same lines, a compulsive liar never dies before “skill” is passed onto another innocent

Originally to be or not to be as the question, a finale requires an explanation of the odor-scent

Olfactory from the factory, hung on your clothes, skin and hair, a cotton-candy stream of sugar

Hold your tongue, don’t lie about a thing, the Truth is going to hurt you more than it’ll hurt me.

Coming to know what only lock-pickers can recall, that’s an asset without question, duplicitous

Evaluation of the riff-raff follows a set tool, defines and analyzes the movie in synch with sound

I called it, one or two drinks after the 1st five without a fax from all the Toms, Dicks and Harrys

Look over here super girl & super man, nothing can hurt you worse than the Love in a “hurries.”

Bless the gods because without the blessing, they fail to emerge from the Void of vacant Space

Nobody is out there and nobody can help it, it is what it is, no matter and nobody to go face it

There then and here now, it will be like this then when you remove the shadows from the light

Lights, camera and action from the actors’ and actresses’ bones and voices protesting the fight.

by

r j j stephan, i 

c.  December XVIII^th MMXXV Anno Domini  1010 PMPST

{ Drafted in utero, now it’s ex utero in a Period Piece; jammed while creepin’ to the beats of Zero and the One on youTube link at what d what @https://www.iheart.com/live/north-pole-radio-6734?app=listen }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?