$1,000,000 CASH GOLD OIL #GotAWarrantForCherryPie

Deep fake X-ROADS
faded black

Long time ago before I was ever thought about by my two parents, Man got lost

In a wet dream, flesh and bones all in a conundrum without an exit for the boss

Nobody gets out of the puzzle alive with the things you gleaned a la blind faith

It amounts to believing in bovine scat that you get shamed into by high priests.

I am nobody, you are whomever you decide you are, I cast no aspersions upon ye

Fix your trajectory for the bullseye though, there’s no Time in Space to waste, see?

God’s eyes get blinded by high light just like snake eyes, you know nothing, hotrod

Don’t let my father take the blame for my taking myths in vain, Plato’s fault, gods.

Miracle effects without any perceivable cause, therefore, it’s miraculously the End

Of course, not yours, your journey moves on to your own place in Space, godsend

Itch the scratch & if you don’t, you’ll just laugh your ass off in straight-jacket straps

There’s a union you don’t pay dues to, it’s above, so below & just fell in your laps.

Baby you know what you got is all I’ll ever need until the last huff & puff of breath

In & out it will go but you’ll tattoo my soul with the indelible & irreversible death

It’s an Adam & Eve thing we inherited from the ones who disobeyed ‘A’ holy name

It wasn’t right to kiss & hug one another in the garden of paradise, shame, shame.

One cell block atop of Alcatraz Island, exists a robotic department of cyberguard

Nobody gets off of the island alive if there’s an attempt to swim or float far away

Drones patrol, seek & destroy, no options, stay locked up or perish by The Bay

God’s in charge, nobody’s God on Earth, laughin’ lefties losin’ it, rights a canard.

None of the things themselves are created by mankind, creation of mortal spastics

Frequency and wavelength can’t be anything less than infrared mutated dramatics

Essence of the cosmic wavelength is alpha & omega of a black hole’s singularity pi

3.14 the value of the thing, undivided by two, it’s a prime decimal, red cherry pie.

I am no seamstress & I’m not a tailor who can dress up a lie to appear to be Truth

What I am is what I am and that’s what my parents determined, yin, yang, x & y

No reason other than the Heat of the Moment, 100 centuries to appear here, now

What couldn’t be before I appeared has now become the Presence of Truth’s cow.

Drinkin’ milk from the teats of the mothers of the inventions men concocted here

ABC, 1,2,3, it can’t be without a little help from the ET’s above & below the 3rd tier

Knowing Nothing is one’s 1st step in the conceptual analysis, you’re in the rare air

Breathing isn’t essential to remaining at one with a thing itself, afire as God’s hair.

After you hit the crossroads though, you must move ahead, no turning back at all

Nobody comes out alive in the end, dead men tell no tales, you’ll be one of them

Even if you’re a woman on Earth, you’ll be a dead human in the end, never bawl

Species extinction is et al immanent, nothing to do but wait & listen for a last call.

For lazy fools without any way to connect to meaningful lives, you’ll git the Jones’

For no reason is responsible for Love, it’s compassion for the alter-egos that smell

Like perfume or cologne but never like the scat-funk of carnivore cuisine in ol’ hell

Bury it, cover it up, never smell it until it returns to dust like all too human bones.

Read the words, counted & solved the equations of oddities presented as Reality

Form seed to buds, cured & rolled for the reflection of the bitchin’ life I get to see

Nobody knows how crazy a woman can be when she forgets about Adam’s apple

Chain reaction there to here, desperate for my company, killin’ me, oh yeah, Hell!

Raining in my heart to cover-up my holy soul that I covered-up with a world web

Cyberspaced-out in the regalia only jesus, mary & joseph knew when they go wise

Romans read them their rights that they didn’t have according to Caesar the king

Of Nothing you know or will ever know, king of it all, last gasp of air, extinct sting.

Y'all haven’t the faintest idea what the gist is, for all of y’all everywhere and my I

Up yonder gist is exactly what the purpose is to any given action or reaction display

Albeit, nobody knows the purpose other than the 1st Actor acting for Key Lime pie

Just a @DutchBrothers #Annhilator, in the holy pie hole & down the block of clay.

Pumping all of the liquid rock from the burning starlight’s meltdown, all good

Fried as above just like you knew what was goin’ down below some evil bad

Wish you would do what you said you’d do as soon as you retired from beat

Been a little while since the bread & butter yielded this abode on easy street.

Love and the lack of it is downloaded from the ones who lived & died a human

Mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers, amigos & relatives of someone, an orphan

I played songs from the origin of the species to the annihilation & resurrection

Can’t tell you anything you haven’t heard but I’ll point you in another direction.

Fists full of gold powder traded for gun powder and face powder to show & tell

Telling the stories that nobody has ever heard because y’all just made them up

Hard to recollect them but the gist of the tales can be conjured like a magic spell

Holy things without knowing the blessing is genetic inheritance from the mighty.

Knowledge of the facts of life is wisdom, you either get it or you never do, it’s OK

Some of the soul karma involved has something to do with eternity out of our control

All being and Nothingness have the steady dating philosophy down pat, body & soul

Do, Re, Mi & to the end of the scale, language lingo your way, I did it My Milky Way.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Merecredi, July XXIIIrd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Killin’ floor never lets my scat fall upon the dirt, fleshed this out while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys mini-concert in 2024 @RyeNewYork link @ https://youtu.be/7zLpcZZHuC0?si=SDTJ2YsBlJJC-hpg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LifesTooShort #ShortPeepoGotNobody @DarylsHouse @DianeBirch #PhiladelphiaFreedom #JumpToTheRhythm #DontTryToLayNoBoogieWoogie

NE'ER FOOLED TWICE HENCE,

 I GOTTA GO

Mexico down below Canada, there’s an ocean coastal erosion to Shambala

For once on Earth, there’s nothing more important than survival of da nada

I mean for real as a Void without pain or suffering, light can’t shine on it all

Impossible to deduce a logical conclusion, as I lay dying before dawn’s call.

Premium to prevent mortality’s call of the wild, back home to the atom egg

You know & I know what it feels like at the dead-end street in 2nd city’s peg

Westside the best side, all of my centered oneness took precedence thereat

In the alleys, on my bikes, playin’ in streets, parks, playgrounds, a gym rat.

Funny that a recollection triggers the rest of the scat that formed into words

Some written & others thoughts or orations to paper & processors, for birds

Subject in the nest changes once the journey begins to the guilty pleasures

Sensory perception keeping the order and law together for posterity’s tours.

Duty calls in an obligation to take care of the situational awareness, all told

Being an American, first young & then old, Illinois to Mississippi & Cali gold

Fillers between Texas, Montana & South KOR, nearly died in a nuclear scree

Clearly, it was worth a 4-year obligation to my country, a Life’s master PhD.

Not my 1st rodeo, I got kicked in the head by a buckin’ bronco just because

No reason at all, just mad that I approached from the rear, I got a good buzz

Goofy pain meds to keep my head from fallin’ off of my neck, heck a crazy

Stayed in the middle with me as long as you could, they soul got too lazy.

Make amends but can’t get across the bridge, it’s how much I cared for you

Can’t ask anything but how you doin’ & hope you’re doin’ well, I ain’t blue

No more of that for me, life’s too short to be at One & then bust in two ½’s

Not casting aspersions, unpleasant facts that are germane, black cow calves.

Pinch yourself & once awake, eat humble pie for the rest of Time on Earth

Knowing you’re gonna die when you cry might tip a scale, genius’ life’s a skit

Do whatever you can whenever you can with whom you can, man, that’s it

Free choice to live in or out of pain, mortality we’re lucky to have, old birth.

When the teachers in school tutored the child within you, they injected guilt

Right or wrong, good or evil, the paranoia creeps into your morality’s silt

All left over from the dead relatives and other fellow humans from the Past

They knew nothing & pretended writing it all down would help descendants.

To discover and then to assume that awareness of this or that is the Truth

Fine with me but I’m fine being an atheist ghost who reincarnated NEVER!

Glad to have become Man, seven or more decades’ cult of split personality

Where & when this takes place in Space, here & now on a planet of new birth.

Jingles the bells to stay awake or else the nodding will lead to full nap time

The trip is that you’ve forgotten that you’re trippin’ & nobody else is at all

Difficult to be the only one who has a dream that turns to dust, tip on a dime

Losers can’t see the Truth, winners know when to play, fold a hand or call.

It’s right now, speaking of then meaning either past or future, I am present

Notions passing in & out of the conscious awareness, recall or reject lament

Circular argument begins where they end, here’s one in a form of old bards

Predicate & feel pleasure & pain, you came in spurts, glass broken shards.

I screamed her name over and over again, “Mary!” she never came though

Walks in the parks, dates at drive-ins, dancin’ at the sock hops, what a blow

I was down on the killin’ floor many times, didn’t think about the girls’ dads

I should’ve though, they teamed up to get daughters’ names in a black book.

Lying down in some Mexican grass, I blew my mind as if it needed a job too

High upon the mountaintop, stripped naked & in a trip that wouldn’t end it

On and on it went for what seemed like days & nights, only two hours, I spit

Wonderful sometimes, recall prior to demise, all you had, I pray to be blue.

Pushin’ your buttons that go on and off at will, it creates this band of goofs

The fruits of the labor that dead men left for their nieces’ and nephews’ ilk

Children of nobody but the extinct future evolution of germs, all inanimate

Hucksters bark, sheeple follow flocks they’re born into, love dates of fate.

Want some candy to eat your sugar babies, if not, you keep your teeth

Dentures chewed the Dentyne and still, the jaws chomping didn’t see it

I know nothing & nearly everyone else knows everything, I’m at a loss

Full house, full boat, aces over kings, won’t win my gold, I’m the boss.

Future becomes Past leaping through the Present, like this here & now

Creatures created mortal but dead men are walking, as all the flyin’ ducks

In the end, when you’re finished with the trip, the program self-destructs

All you knew & everybody you’ve known become Void, extinct, take a bow.

Or so I’ve been told, Life is too short for some and not long enough for all

Born & raised to run the streets, pay the pied piper and avoid pain & scratch

Nobody wants to see scratches on the foreskin, infection invades the breach

Heal up, begin again, nearly immuned to bacteria, Life is a virus on a beach.

Sins against the princes & the paupers are equally delicious to the predator

Energy is required for the power muscles to push, pull, lift & throw mortar

Sail away before I arrive to see what’s been done since I’ve been gone away

Alone or with someone I don’t know, either way, I’m all there is, no F’n way!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, July XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Clipped this ditty rockin’ to a 70’s mix on youTube link #PhiladelphiaFreedom  @ https://youtu.be/hwcmvKvc91Q?si=D7iMCNjJjNTzlAVg }

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

BENJAMINS

THOUGHTS INSIDE MY PIECE OF MIND

GNAY & GNIY

#MakeAWishBaby #ITwillComeTrue

#THROWwooDOWN

C-NOTE SPENT ON A BAD BLUNT
‘ X ‘

Free to roam the north and south poles, to float or fly around spouse & wife

Hills all used to be completely underwater, mountains were buried in H2O

Dream of my greatest grandparents, to find a reasonable caveat to survive

Nobody gets out alive and no one knows the Truth, a blind Faith, blown jive.

Matilda & Popeye up and ran away with the spoon, dollar bill y’all you know

Shy or bold, do what you can to get your dithers or look out up/down below

Love ate the heart, chewed the beats, pumped fire hydrants’ water in streets

Dead ends or back streets loving balls of the foot, base, extra point baskets.

Seen & heard or heard & unseen, parallel lines of existence, luck of the draw

On a plateau walkin’ along a ridge ‘til the time arrived for a 2nd incarnation

Strike out 24 batters in a row & you’ve got a perfect game, a Syndrome sin

Lies out of my mouth while lying down in the lay of the land, all is out & in.

Rose up from the rigor mortis’ joint freeze-out, ghost of a spiritual quirk

Melted the frozen tundra until it began to melt the rock, roll an earthquake

Drunk on the alcohol that runs in between brain synapses, immersed jerk

Off the plantation as it should be, galivanting from pebbles to a stonework.

Island drifting in appearance only, the H2O is evaporating into Outerspace

Buzzards & all flyin’ insects have all of the keys to the padlocks’ interface

Interference of the clarity turning counter-clockwise on a highway to Hell

Means Blues turns into the people’s hillbilly moonshine to a farmer’s dell.

Ennui fillin’ up the empty tank between your ears, vacant sign blinks off

Narrow path in the middle will lead us all to the end, like it or not it’s on

Unemployed skills at the ready, fully loaded for the task at hand or less

Help nobody crying for it, aid those that need & desire ultra happiness.

Quiksilver, platinum, gold and brass rolled into magnetic balls of fire

Unsaved for a future moment that’s not only invisible but also so dire

Dire straits containing the evaporation, protecting territorial virginity

Stolen hero valor & annexed dry land without ocean, lake or river city.

Mothers got out of town fast, packed bags & flew the coup in due time

Orphaned the boys & girls who barely knew that this life’s but a dream

Rollin’ down the rivers downstream to the lakesides, seaside’s of sand

Man and woman, boy or girl, eggs split by the “XY” gamete, too human.

Mirror reflecting my drinking, it makes no problem disappear, as I think

Or maybe I won’t think about it at all, it’s a dream within a dream, a fink

Of mice & my entrails, graves of cemeteries and Davey Jones’ lock of sea

All encompassing, eternal universe, blinkin’ 32 times, It’s good to be free.

Alewife fish were underwater then they got crowded in a great evaporation

Fake life was becoming extinct as we know it, this is the species’ extinction

Tick tock sound of a certain alarm clock, continues to discontinue the flows

Ask yo’ mama, Truth is you’re ‘A’ drip leftover by a random guy’s job-blows.

What a jamochs these people are, populating the area’s blood, sweat & tears

Beans into the mix, gas blown into proportion of that thing, smiling fears

On the beginning of the line, it starts and then it’s immersed into the mood

Heart in a soul, elevated superpower’s sucker punch, blow job’s holy food.

Spermatozoa rhyming with the protozoa, scum of the Earth the medium low

Everything with or without a word said, meaning of life is too low of a blow

Doctors can’t alleviate the pain with a pill or magic spell of witch or warlock

Allstar Twitter “X”, wields omnipotent power, suffer, I’ll absorb you, Block!

Die today or tomorrow but not yesterday, it’s the Truth about it all, Eureka

Find it & you will never forget, you go to the party & you’re experienced, uh

I kid you not, serious certainty cannot be overlooked, get ready to stay set

It’s a go, Houston we have a problem, Space is empty, God’s dead? You bet.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 7-19-2025 AD @ 333 PMPST

{ Crushed a ditty to jam of @AmyWinehouse #GrapvineJam LIVE @ https://youtu.be/9PpWBS3mf7w?si=pQ_u6MLssAKTmwCB & #PrettyWoman clip @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KFvoDDs0XM&list=RD3KFvoDDs0XM&start_radio=1 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?