Same Rigamarol Difference de Jour #NoGaGaHere #MontgomeryGentry #SheCouldNotChangeMe

MY FIRST DATES AT THE DRIVE-IN THEATER OF DAUGHTERS WHOSE FATHERS GOT SHELL SHOCKED BY A 1960 CHEVY

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I found no green grass on the other side of the street, nobody watered next door & weeds jumped above picture windows

I loved you so much, wide open prairies close to the high mountains and Big Bang originated caves’ holes down me blows

Since there’s no person, no superego or Id to take responsibility or comfort in the high ethics used to guide an unholy beast

As I am above, below, beyond here and there in actuality, strolling along the streets until I was engulfed by two words seized.

Do you love me at all baby? Always first thought on my mind, am the first on yours? It may be the deal breaker, answer yes too

Scooting around God-given legs draggin’ on the rugs and linoleum to die for, checkered rouge, blanca & violet DNA, into the blue

Rimshot mulligans don’t work at all, in double overtime, soul inside the outside imagined the same old thing, thrive, survive

Soul awoke into the same thing y’all see everywhere, all the time with or without the spinning dirt below your honeybee hive.

Broad shoulders and wide hips coincide in a coincidence, if you know what I mean, you know, you’re all too young to give it a go

Big girls on steroids growing over six feet tall, weighing around one to two hundred, it’s all written in stars in cosmic mud & blood

Extinction before the ending is immanent and there is nothing that can be done, no negotiations for settlements’ landfall reward

Loss of life cannot be rectified with a peace agreement, don’t kill me & I won’t annihilate your network into a vagrant, holy horde.

Buddies aren’t like buds in a jar or a bag, they’re few & far between & even more difficult to get a hold of to get jiggy with mortals

Anchors weighing me down, conundrum puzzles solved and it’s the time to be aware that we’re all stuck here in thorny, rose petals

If not now, you’ll have a moment of surprise just prior to your failed, final gasp for gas, eyes and mouth gape wide open for mortis

All rigor is all gone, it may have been written in the stars, but I don’t read the linguistic formulations, ambiguity of nirvana’s bliss.

Nobody you knew will be there, you’ll barely recognize your own self, yet in a New York minute, you’re already gone to the rapture

Ready or not to come lookin’ for the people playing the “IT” game, you’re it, I’m it, we’re all of it, we slipped into darkness’ tour

Around the solar systems in the multiple galaxies floating in the cosmic dust, tripppin’ in orbit , a circle jerk extraordinaire flip

Of the script and by the script, dialogue, monologue or stoned junky absolute silence, it’s all in the game our two lips down drip.

Mindful of being down here among the trees that you nor I can see from above 8 miles high, slippin up into the dark muck & mire

Nobody is there, they can’t thrive in an empty tank, vacuumed of everything then Nothing sucks better than being foal to a sire

Colts choosing to run to & fro, never lie down to sleep, always up & only down if hurt or in labor for another service failure pursuit

In the bottom or at the tip top, either or both ways, consummation in the collapse of the live, evil atoms with an eye and a tooth.

Bell to end class is ringing, buzzer is zapping and pretty soon it’s summer vacation in the Bahamas, my prerogative to be the chit

I’m all in on the game, I’ll raise any bet you make, I’ll see your raise & go all in with every dime of gold I’ve got, even a pope digs It

Soul and spirit from a small boy to a large girl, move the cartoon from beginning to end without a glitch, it’s as smooth as cool ice

We always had all that it took to be happy until we died, fear of the unknown was the stranger by the river, stepped into it twice.

Deluge of the desert backflow into the hard rock it’s always been without the H2O, uneven shaped & not even a conglomeration

Of a holy, stupid human, male or female, I have no explanation other than a pathway to utter species’ neglect, last of it’s kind’s sin

No mortal sins any longer without a creation left-over only Jesus would love, for all we know, we all know what Jesus had some fun

Fire you and you, you & you … all of y’all and nobody’s exempt except me, I’m the only One, I am the One, I am One, One & done.

Full of the refused and recycled material world, even material girls can’t keep the chewed matter inside, we all gotta go out house

Pearls clutched, gold and diamonds secured in the only was it’s safe before the Supernova’s Singularity absorbs teats in a blouse

Bred to blow the tops off of the mountains and all the people, all the time, where was your arse when I needed it right here & now

Nowhere in sight, that’s where you were, you’re a figment of the imagination, like the pope smoke in the stack, it’s white as dough.

In the presence of good, bad & the ugly I realize that I’m either the same or I’ll be food for the fodder, forced to give up the ghost

We’re either the top predator or the descendant of innocent puppy-like beings, after fornication a billion times, desert your post

Nothing at all to die for in a panacea anywhere in the world or solar system, the Milky Way & friendly Novas give a rat’s ass, no tips

Caught in the snare of the trap, no way to release the bones form the chains that secure tight lips that may sink the battleships.

Sweeping the dust and the memories under the rugs, never to be seen again until the great sweep of the collapsing floors that we’ve been on point funny

Woof for the dogs and no roof for the humans, back to the caves to the guards

and inmates of the gulag or the Alcatraz rock isle

Unto the guilty and innocent, the crimes are unfortunate failures in resistance to memes, doing Nothing when Something is in need

Groove of the thing getting’ played by the diamond stylus point of no return, keeps you right there, stuck in the middle, I Am a son of Sonny!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 5-10-2025 AD @ 111 PMPST

{ Forged upon the Fork in the middle of the road, triggered by the ghetto within my psyche, all in black & white above, jammin’ to @WARtheBand youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3-qI70R8m8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My “THE” Muse

Yesterday Trouble, Today Double Down & Dirty #ByeByeBabyByeBye

LIGHT AT THE END OF a TUNNEL O' LOVE

A MYTHOLOGICAL FAITH IN HOPE

I am all hyper aware of the nature of the beast, we are on the same page, a simple delight

To be alive atop of Mother Earth dirt as opposed to floating on the sea or deep space above

That is all Life, as we know it, babies learn to crawl, analyze concepts, perform & then die

Not only is this holy crap the Truth but also it can’t be denied by a rational argument’s lie.

Neither you nor anyone else you know may exhibit any opinion in public to survive demise

Who up top of the money changers by the temples have the ear of the Man’s ass, the wise?

Nobody has a hamstring injury and makes a comeback when you think about it a moment

In Time and Space, the score at the end of the games shows the losers the way to lament.

Mothers and fathers end the whole world just by the fact they’ve been born to old bastards

Nobody in their teens or early twenties have enough time to donate to train the innocents

Hence, a species becomes extinct of well-adjusted bacteria & viruses down with the bends

Mindful of mighty, absolute zero concentration, nothing when you die left over but the end.

Finding the lost words that meant something to someone who no longer lives on Earth dust

Keeping the middle of the mind too deep for anyone to attack, it’s your iron shield, dirt crust

This and that is what we’re all here for, we’re the predicate of the subjective objects in debt

Like every other area inside of a universe, your face is a reflection of the spirit’s silhouette.

Bourbon, gin, vodka, mash or whatever my girls harvested from a green giant’s flower buds

Between my ears with the input headed to the output in the middle of order & chaos’ goods

As above it is the same below, trust me since you have no choice, it’s free will to just fake it

Resolving a contradiction is simple, annihilate it all, reboot the system, the same old Chit!

Died and came back as often as the molecules were cooperating, tragedy & comedy tried

To kiss me & caress me as if it’s never been done before, only prerogative after God died

To whom it may concern, to the sir with love that nobody can duplicate, it’s all about sins

Violations of the regulations to manipulate the outcome, always in my glasses of slo gins.

Blood hunger to bring inside of your spirit’s young, becoming elder bones, to forget about it

Recollect the somber days and silent nights, sang in songs, wrote in poems, beaten a drum

Rhythm and rhyme to share with anyone not deaf & dumb as a lump of lead, turned to gold

Heated ice evaporates and disappears into the empty Space outside of the deaf and dumb.

Hellacious heaven up above clouds full of gas, hydrogen & a byte less of oxygen, yields sins

Innocent creations from an imagination of almighty essence of smoke, signals the red skins

Unknown dream I woke up from, I forget about the ticket to extinction, Life’s a wink streams

You’ll see once past the age of reason, onto the teens & elders, sentenced to life’s dreams.

Free to liberate the holy innocents, conception of gametes to play games, that’s Life, a pity

Her formation is a silhouette of all she ever was, as smoke pours out of the pipe, trump city

Mad or not, cool head doesn’t really matter at all, it’s academic, all sealed it with a kiss

Flowers smoked, Spirits sipped & swilled at the end, I had my cake & I drank all slo-gin fizz.

Heard the echo, never changes the meaning of the original sound heard in the deaf ear-hair

Never grasping the meaning of this moment to the next, as if it’s not obviously a love error

Random collisions of atoms both above and below the Earth core, out to infinity of Chicago

Dressing rooms are empty, the bands on the stage, drums start the beat to the end of Blow.

One black hole sun will do it, blow before or after you die, nobody gets out alive, I die within

Like it or not, it’s all about the passage of time when it’s not going anywhere but into Rocklin

Bears with the berries, fish eating their own, fear & loathing animation as dreams annihilate

Each other until the last one stands as the first one stood; mind games win the blind date.

Slipped and slid head-first right into home plate below the catcher’s mit grip of the league

Safe at home, winning the game, beating the odds of turning into a cess pool of the Hague

Won by the time you knew you had already lost your mind and money, all in the game of It

Wine left to drink, cashing chips, vouchers-in had for 4 G’s, winning the gold of losers’ chit.

Grotesque beasts become beautiful as RNA has been transmuted ala bovine scat styles

Braid your long hair into knots that easily return to the original state of being, gravity down

Without a pull of the Earth’s result of twirling & wobbling in orbit afar from 90 million miles

The dead cells growing out of the skull would wander willy nilly without the graves blown.

Farce is that blind faith produces the love of this life, knowing that it’s transitory as a worm

Bait on the hook to catch the big one or never getting a nibble or bite off the jailbait swarm

That don’t confront me much, it’s a catch & release back into the Gulf of America depends

Mankind pivots around in the most productive way to assist the winning swisheroo of Ends.

Bricks & mortar keep love together in the mall, the ways & means produce Einstein & Hitler

Exchange the lucky charms you’ve collected in darkness’ den of tricky old men and the sea

I recall an intrusive memory of dancin’ on the floor with beautiful hippy, Catholic potpourri

All memories of over fifty years ago still resonating in my dad’s Chevy, Ford, Plymouth killer.

I was born ready but crying like I thought it would power down, make bright lights fade

That didn’t work so, warm nipples and some infant sonnets were applied & I got made

Commands to spend the silver and gold before your last day on Earth, make no delay

Post haste, organs and saxes accompanied by the strings and percussion of yesterday.

Don’t give me the business that you know I know all about it, I taught you all you know too

Younger brother from another mother, the answers given are a benefit to the wingman zoo

In corners of the cube, there’s only one-way putts’ high jumps over ropes, ten feet higher

Gulf of America I want to be, but at least you got paid a few hundred benjamins, all on her.

Washed up without a leg left to stand on, it’s just two hands on deck with my body flowing

Like the power of a brother’s upper body strength, locomotion like the north wind blowing

Mirrors reflecting each other, unseen ahead of its time, as if improbable conclusions draw

The untrue is the false, it’s rational to deduce the conclusion, necessary and sufficient law.

Molly’s hatchet used only in an emergency to deduce the whole shebang in one fool swoop

Don’t think I don’t know about garden of Carol, who is the cause of our Free Will chain loop

Tigers & lions lead the rest of the cats to a land of Big Balls, ones God sweeps with a broom

I am not guilty of whatever blame game society; little diablo lurks in a welfare office groom.

How lame can an animal be before it’s put down with assisted, unwilled suicide by venom?

Gumbo stuck on the bottom of yo’ shoe to cover the hole on both the left & the right hoofs

Lucky that we’ve all the same destiny of the human being, here today & gone tomorrow, so

You do what you do, believing in impossible dreams, then you die & just forget about it, bro.

Nothing significant about strung thoughts together leading to a forgone conclusion scree

Reciprocate with me, you’ll find no opposition anywhere in sight, protagonism’s honeybee

Antagonistically yours whether you like it or not, you’re gonna round 3rd & a slide into home

All Time changes, each ticking second in the imagination, ego trippin’ until I can no more.

This 1st moment in the thin air that’s here & now, always was but will not always be, a Nova

Nothing any gods or prayers’ sacrifice to creators’ unseen, mystery in a south Bronx barrio

Transferred all I am, just that it all belongs to me just south of Chicago Ave’s 2nd City sewer

Lights got white before they all went out & turned black on me, broke my nose twice in two.

Neighborhoods of people who learn nothing from public school & impregnate the genome

Full of foolish boys & girls who pretend it’s all about coming to Jesus with babies on AFDC

The more you think about the morons, you become an idiot behind the mask, you’re 1 too

Inherited DNA in evolution on a Timeline in outer Space, paid attention in a 2nd grade room.

This random phase of the causes & effects will pass; a supernova engulfs it all in a Big Gulp

Without recollection, without a mind or innocent baby’s clear third eye, I mount & giddyup

1st day out the womb room, crowded into a triangular square knot, combo pizza in a poke

Full of the scat inherited from the annals of history, vinyl, tape, laserdisc, WTF R U so woke?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, May VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Gregarious as usual, drafted while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #PhiladelphiaFreedom link @ https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StartMeUp @RollingStones Concert 2024 . . . BUT, YOU CANT HANDLE THE TRUTH, EH?

FLY BY YOUR BLOODY BUCKET SEAT

Playing ball on the diamond or the gridiron or the court are options for winning and losing

Games without players are no games at all, objects are the subjects and vice versa, bling

He and she are involved in the species extinction or survival, it’s out of all too human asps

Into the divine glory of empty vacuum Space, all around us since day 1 unto the last gasps.

Deport you and I even if we never were imported, your parents were clones from a rat sting

Immigrate in or out of petri dishes on Earth, seven continents, two poles, islands appearing

As evaporation enhances the rock, mountains and valleys are holders of Life H2O to die for

Being supreme or mortally deficient in everlasting life, neither justify a DNA/RNA exit door.

Myopic displays keep you within your blind eyes’ images on distorted stages, doom looms

Cannot fly in the sky or out of the atmospheric pressure, iron strong and steel forged blows

Bare fisted knuckles all there is and all there ever was, the way to survive in a hostile locale

Doors blow down, would have opened with the combination or the key, just like the Booms.

It moves and you move too, it dies and you die too, 208 bones & city-honed mind of a punk

Hardball or softball, golf to a football shape, whatever flies or bounces air into the air spunk

Driven around the track counterclockwise only, no right turns, they’re always the wrong way

Race ain’t all over, the checkered flag signals Win, Lose or Draw, ‘til tomorrow is yesterday.

You saw it all very clearly before being blinded by the light, an academic challenge to die for

Light goes black, purple haze cloud cover over everything here and now, no Exit out a door

Through the bathroom window you go, climb up & hop into the commode’s, unflushed scat

Neat and clean, showered up, soap free and clear, cadaver stiff upper lips, it’s where it’s at.

There’s a price for priceless objects and subjects predicated by the words’ Ceaser salads

Jump into the bay of no return, you will drown on the day you can’t return to a Jersey shore

Float in cold water for hours and get hypothermia, you can do it in a New York minute too

Reasoning with a moron or an idiot is impossible but if you try, the whole world turns blue.

Nobody ever makes it out of life alive, nobody on Earth has ever lived after death, it’s a myth

You know it, I know it, the blind faith believers know it, God knows it, Jesus went deep death

Include heart beating, blood flowing, lung breathing, bones moving, all decrepit, well done

I’ve gone fishing for the last time, no reports on missing a big One, mankind is the holy One.

Woke up all woke and was awakened by the bell, a gong and a dong, rebooting my attention

Arrested on the visitor or intruder to assimilate all pending reactions to original & mortal sin

Repaying the creator for the disobedience to the commands and theorems, soul-hot on fire

Until the wounds to perfection have healed, scabbed and scarred, I’ll walk the higher wire.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Cinque De Mayo, MMXXV Anno Domini 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted as I bled blood of Mind into the Word of Man, while jammin’ to @TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/PFdr_p7I6PY?si=NpqFWh2bgALNqElV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

LaFlaca @GovtMule & Xfactors

FOR THE 4th FOUR FAUX FIXX

LA FLACA A LA CARTE
Nothing but the best things on planet Earth are in store for the guilty innocents
Under and over duress of the planted drops of molecular structures of Charms
Inside of the nucleus of the atom, you see microorganisms alive, just like all life
Bringing the rhythm and rhyme to the beats you have ringing in your holy head.

Without historical record, we’d not ever know that we’re all gonna die of things
Something tells the child at the age of reason that life is an aberration of O-rings
Keeping all of your spunk and spirit at bay whether you like it or not, it’s all good
To survive is better than the alternative, we’ve his blind faith tenet, it ain’t rude.

All sensation is for the ultimate goal of feeling the light, the water of love pools
All men and women who travel to and fro in near Outerspace, orbit God’s rules
Matter and energy collide to gravitationally collapse white dwarves’ souls’ foals
On the cuff, Nobody’s morality, good, bad & the ugly that leave the stage’s holes.

Occult spells, unintelligible gibberish ad infinitum, ala illiterate intelligence IDs
Monotheistically polytheistic are conjectures of fearful & unintentional thieves
Sordid stories created from sacred and profane recollections, all in the i-phones
Of the mites on mice and bacteria inside the all too human skulls & crossbones.

Inappropriate as above is with the absence of atomic substance, so below is too
Consider your memory of life as you knew it before your conception and rebirth
Into the men and women, you look into the mirror at today, love of dirt’s a must
Maybe it is what it is for a reason and maybe it’s just a random collision of dust.

Busted a crew of 99 out of the prisoners’ quarters hidden behind two ears’ crud
Now the hundreds move & animate the dead things of a cartoon, as we know it
Bums and humans who got junk in their veins rule the roost of the dead at night
While you’re asleep in bed, warm & cozy, others are devoid of the pretend right.

Juice bars around every corner, hooks ready to embed into silver & golden geese
Eggs to nest away until the Time is ripe for the birth of justice, bad guys to fleece
Taking it all & take no prisoners, the war mantra of Grant & Lee, take the gen-xrz
All of the war mongers were peaceful babies of innocent mothers’ half-brothers.

Games with rules I’ve generated out of thin air, all get won or lost by the stooges
Just the ones you need to pull wool over their eyes, lovers who all eat dead matter
To be or not to be alive, either eat, drink & be merry or you don’t, all of my ruses
Hot as a pistol after firing 6 shots, 5 finger-melted lead, I’m the mad, mad hatter.

Morons teaching idiosyncratic idiots their ABC’s & 1,2,3’s for the Id’s super Ego
Mentally challenged to leave it all alone to its druthers & watch the show finale
Grim as a holy reaper is, sometimes happy to see the day come in the night end
Stepmothers embedded in the petri dish of critters, movin’ atoms into oblivion.

Evermore, the recently extinct dodo birds made a come-back in the RNA gen-z labs
Now, as we’ve assimilated extinction and survival together to yield, good & evil dabs
Dominance over our subordinated will to power is critical to gaining GA’s Deva dip
Without control, chaos will dominate until the final singularity squeak, a tiny peep.

Souls of the crows and the men who watched and listened to the signals and marks
On the ground & in the air, radicals took my hand, ground my soul in the water parks
More or less, there’s an answer for all questions, even if the answer’s incorrect or old
In or out of the stores, pay for the wares all in one place at the same time, stone cold.

Spun records, ran tapes reel-to-reel, cart & cassette, DJ extraordinaire in my mind
Out of the studio, a regular guy that can’t see anybody’s face in the mirror, it’s a sign
That y'all ain’t either here or there, nowhere on Earth now or then once you’ve died
Hell or heaven can wait, Time is relative & without Earth’s spin, there is none, I lied.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May 4^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted Sunday AM at 1111 AM finish time, while listenin’ to @AllmanBrothers @WarrenHaynes #LoadedDice link @ https://youtu.be/OIz1t3Sufwg?si=2SCtVlAo4ebMr7Gf }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?