@Somewhere #OnABeach #LittleGossipRuinsYoWholeDay #BootsNeedKnockin' #PlaySomethingCountry @EVERLAST #ImCominHomeToYouGirl I want my @Nickelback #PuddleOfMud

ALL THINGS

 ROLL DOWNHILL, SYSYPHUS IS ROLLIN’ UPHILL

Gods who passed stones through the creations kidneys didn’t remain the same game

Nobody hunted the gods any longer, the caves got buried in earthquakes, paper burnt

Memories that survivors could remember was passed on by word-of-mouth, no choice

Free or indentured by the boss of the first to come & first to be served as a master voice.

Time was never on a watch, a clock, an hourglass or a sundial of shadow pointing, an illusion

Days spin to nights due to planetary revolution & orbital ellipse 180 + miles around God’s Sun

Assuming atheists know any more than the cloak & dagger blind faith believers, priest to pope

Momentary duration from thought to illusion, after you’re born or before you’re woke doped.

Lapsed the memory of the candle burning, thought was thinking on the fly in the stark dark

Not my free choice, I am a victim of circumstance just like the rest of the all too human larks

Ready to fly away with wings once the final crack at heart beating ceases to be, you and me

Parades and processions for the end of the sniffing & snorting the gas in and out, not to be.

Fine at the same time that it ain’t alright, I’m missin’ the squares themselves, power of family

Eyes’ pupils dotted with the light of the golden dawn, answering perennial questions for free

No need for a dissertation to be written down or orally spoken on a colloquium philosophia T

Means to the Ends follow a straight line, Life as we know it until we don’t, rigor mortis to be.

Between the lines which were originally a figment of the imagination with nothing better to do

Teachers locked in exams & pop quizzes before the semester began, A students ruled the roost

Bloody or just leaking sewer liquid, foul water and rancid refuse from who knows what ol’ fool

Laid it all down, it flowed downhill to the bottom-feeders who never sleep, infinity payin’ dues.

Win what I won with dubious integrity, didn’t catch me countin’ cards in Vegas or Reno, my gold

You know the drill, play the game & cheat ourselves before the repentance and reward, I’m old

You know the same ol’ song, plays a million times a day, a million people die every day, all souls

Neverland wasn’t an option before overdue death, it comes post-mortem, brain-dead arseholes.

Shine my shoes or not, they might be sneakers or combat boots, hush puppies soft, I’ll step it up

Songs written for the feeling I get when the lights fall into spectrum, rainbow wavelength droop

Infrared cocktails and shots of ultraviolet rays that only a God could love, out of this world wine

Grapes squeezed the knowledge into wisdom only to be forgotten in a black hole, mama so fine!

Really, the Truth is at the top of the mountain which can only be climbed by Sisyphus’ two feet

No comfortable hiking boots in the day, in fact, barefoot & calloused to avoid the meet & greet

Hate and Love alternate the positive and negative state of being alive, charge of atom, it fired up

Blown to smithereens, banged a sky’s great, wide open, UFO would be shocked, y’all phuq’d up.

There’s a moment in every minute when you can either score or lose it all in a crash and burn it

Playing games and working the crowd for tips & stipend by hour, month or year, full of the #Chit

Then y’all retire and the sun goes down, losing teeth one at a time, soul is clear of an original sin

I am in and out just like always, it’s gonna all implode eventually, not my creation, right cousin?

I’m fine not being able to high five or slip anyone some skin, shake hands, slap Dap but it’s OK

Skynyrd and ZZTop hittin’ the Kenwood amp & Bose 901 speakers, turned up Hillbilly Deluxe so

I could hear every thought, every word of the cowboys, playin’ the burnt rubber & doin’ a blow

Nice to be alive, as long as you ain’t too high or drunk, long gone, fine, I’m in for the long play.

Dream is over once you’re woke, awake or awakened is the ultimate best, it’s like fishin’ Trout

They come & go, before & after dark, dusk or dawn makes no difference with right bait no doubt

It goes up & down, my friend caught all the fish, he put oil magic on his bait, I didn’t, I got Jack

Meaning nothing but cheating is everything to the cheaters, the cheated are just way outback.

Privates are publics and vice versa, up and down, in and out, all around the circle forever days

Never ending until eyes close & you see nothing at all except what the dead see forever phase

Drink the spirits, keep ‘em down the hatch or they’ll regurgitate en masse, just because y’all can

Hair of the dog, nevermore, a black raven seemed to squeak post 3 Margaritas, I was shot, man!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Trippin’ with or without you, jammin’ this out of my craw while jammin’ to this excellent song, #SomthinAboutATruck by https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E?si=4q2TZuViK75VZu0p }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

G O D A G O G & YOMAMA #TakeMeToTheRiverToo #DropAPinOnAMap #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt? @pitbull @BlakeShelton #BoysRoundHereBackWoods

THERE’S MORE TO THIS?

A hell of a lot more than this astronaut could see, y’all rantin’ much to do about why we die

It’s all as important as your next breath, there’s nothing else that beats that blind faith blue

In and out of your life inside of the bones you possess, go to sleep, we’re all gonna die too

Amen, all men say this when they admit they believe in hope in the hopelessness of the sky.

All words written in red in a holy tome passed down Papa & the others in a holy, black hole

Sacred hearts don’t grow on trees, they get crucified on them, thank you soldiers of whores

Not their fault that their ignorance & total reverence for animal drives to stay alive, in chaos

It all ends in a slow ride in a Hearse, if you’re lucky & got people who care ‘bout your soul.

Ready to rock this dirty bit of honey, lovin’ the sweetness of the bees, hard work for a Queen

All for my teacup, then there’s the other momentary lapses of reason for a hero has-been

Crying and laughing in equal amounts to add to the sum of all fears mating the holy ghosts

All of the above & below this here, right now, know the words bleeding out the dead roasts.

Submarine or rocket ship out of this old world, all the dead pirates buried at sea, good too

If they were immortals, we’d be food for aliens out of this planet’s longitude & latitude dew

No H2O leaves this Earth, uneven boulder rollin’ around in elliptical distance from its dyes

No name for the burning glob of Hydrogen & Helium, it still hits us right in the blinded eyes.

Dream’s over, blind eyes ain’t in sockets, tasteless, olfactory love or hate, matrix’ souffles

Empty inside & outside of the zero, a circle around Nothing, inside Nothing, I am all ablaze

No choice, nothing but a bad reason to post, we’re hungry, I’ll eat & swallow anything I am

Exterior and interior notions, winning the whole shebang, soulful and mindful, Fuck! Bam!

Gone rogue with my parents’ identity for me, a spy vs. a spy within my own genome’s RNA

High or lower than an atom can go, it’s the sacred hearts that pumped the juice into DNA

Reality and fantasy become one, the moment of last gasp, pre-rigor mortis just asleep hot

As cold as a rock that never had any life at all, a stone with a notion to become One Robot!

Laid down in my crib before I knew it wasn’t going to last forever, I had to get out of it

Quote me, my baby mind crafted this escape, as soon as they weren’t watchin’ chit

I was gone at light speed, only old money could bring me back from the original teat

I had none, I got it all but I couldn’t buy health & immortality, God damned that shit!

If I could, I’d modify God’s creation to include bliss and being in a world out of hindsight

Reaal crazy way to live without pain & suffering, without jerks & idiots stealing all my fight

Never, ever giving up without a big fight, they try to steal your spunk, my verve, it’s all over

Not for the innocents who have no ability or capacity for reason & logic, come o’er rover.

Went in the War at 19, nobody gave nor gives a spunk, they take freedom as a given steal

Didn’t earn it or fight for it being taken away, didn’t honor the heroes who made the deal

Hay is for horses but the Hey I mean is a wakeup call for the stoned & sleeping giant of HI

Cops cope, bandits deal in the dope, it’s extinction’s rehearsal, toke & trip, Gods all die.

Hot take and the cold, hard facts are difficult to accept, a shock to the intellect & ghost

Inside your head it hurts and then understand it will someday, never hurt you again today

Tomorrow is trouble, instant unconsciousness or in a coma ready to get a #Hippy toast

Bong rips & blunts for the many, preachers & ministers of the gods, Deadhead, all I say!

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rjj stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XXX^th MMXXV

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #RaiseMyHand by @BrooksAndDunne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ?si=JH-VqBNi5-ZiEava }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

No Comprendo Mi Amigos y Amigas #LUNA @Angelina_JoliePitt #FoundAMillionBucks "#ThusSpakeZarathustra" @Cleopatra

DRUNK ON A MICKEY,

 BY MYSELF
ZARATHUSTRA IS MOOT

Now & then the time on your life’s clock runs down and it appears to be turnin’ to dust

One bad push and a shove could tip the scales, knock you or me down in or out the ring

You did not but I did build Rome in One day, it didn’t take much after the Greek thing

You know Socrates & Aristotle not to mention that Platonic dialogue above & below us.

Forms, Substance, something about Nothing and the things we name as feeling shapes

Eyes, ears, nose, mouth all take turns allowing feelings from finger to toe high on vapes

37,000 feet above Earth is a place to stay for a few hours but you’ll never get It all back

That time rollin’ ahead & behind of where you used to be moments before, like crack.

Bang it down the mainline of your cryin’ heart-broken addiction, they addicted you free

Then the charge for the deal was to obey the law, payback & do the will of debtor demon

Should have thought about it before, only way to get away is to get caught in the act, see

Easy & evil at one & the same time, spelled backwards, it’s “live” see the play, it is done.

See more or less the only thing you can see from a million miles away from the dead air

Above or below & all around this little blue dot, ask you ChatGPT or @Grok it’s up there

In the ether where it’s always been, 1 spirit of laughing gas is everywhere, broke cosmos

Drink a little spirit, smoke some Mary, there’s multiple choice but it’s all in the dosi dos.

I ain’t comin’ home ‘cause there ain’t no home to go to, I’m disconnected from the host

Mother Earth runnin’ me out of town to the backwoods, dark out there in the wetlands

Broadway & Rodeo Drive were unwelcome nests for varmints & junky no counts at most

Laws regulating the place in Space you occupy & visit or you’re eliminated from the fans.

Fans of liberty & the freedom granted to mothers, daughters, fathers, 7 sons of anarchy

Earth spinnin’ moon appears then disappears, we wobble without being in much trouble

I’d do this all again just for you, nobody else could coax me into position, just you baby,

Risk is eliminated, every time I’m awake you’re stickin’ me up, ring this conundrum bell.

Hits & misses of the balls thrown into your strike-zone, slammin’ homers to upper deck

Caring about the facts of life & the Space in Time we occupy for an unknown, finite time

Neither one of us cared for the mystery, so we made up our favorite dreams in retrospect

Some ol’ corned-beef smells like dog-food from a can, maybe it’s just me, I shall inspect.

Here’s what you’re going to do before you die, you’ll cry & beg for another gulp of Bevis

Or even Buthead, anything but lettin’ the angel of Death rob me of what substance it is

If & only if you’ve hungry enough, starving for attention, will you ask to be annihilated

Your attention will be arrested in the spot you were in, brain seize muscles’ rigor mortis.

Simple men and innocent women are in a dead heat in a blind faith without any way out

Behind or ahead & either side, there were traps, absolutely nothing but emptiness’ doubt

Creating something out of nothing was easier than you think, she was a soul stripper too

She stole my heart & then tore it apart into so many pieces, broads man, a dot H2O blue.

See a sunset is actually an event that even the blinded by the light can see, all an illusion

Punks ain’t in on the joke, in fact the joke is on them because they’ve no sense of humor

Hungry for the peace and quiet that comes after the hard rock & roll releases your beats

Can’t stop tappin’ my foot & bobbin’ my head, tapped out eye candy next to my hotseats.

Over in three hours, all flowers won’t wilt until the money’s spent, beer gets spilt in vain

Brown to gold in retrospect, all one way to go to ultraviolet infrared spectrums in heaven

I’m dizzy, drivin’ and drinkin’ & nobody else can be in the same room with me, I’m dead

Woke up like this, sleep wiped out my eyes, party’s over, J. Walker Black & Red in a bed.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XXIX^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ZARATHUSTRA IS MOOT

#RIP @HulkHogan @StaplesSingers @ArethaFranklin #RESPECTyourselves

r i p  @HulkHogan

BROTHER

DAUGHTERS OF BASTARDS' nightmares

Matter collides into a glob of atoms which have no names, think it’s all there is to It

Nobody knows Truth, innocents have nobody to produce guilty pleasures’ hit skit

Cause and Effect of the things that live & die without a reason, God to alt-crucify

Hence, we’ll self-flagellate until one final gasp, you’ll know the time, hot apple pie.

Pine cones' smoke above and hard rocks below lakes & rivers, dry-wet rain-pain roots

Nothing more nor less than everything from infinity & your mama, wore combat boots

I knew nothing before & I’ll know nothing after rigor mortis sets in, I fly high, hope so

I hate PC crashing, burning, returning to a junk yard of bones, ancestor-progeny flow.

Nothing you can fly in, zip scat you can cruise in, footloose within your mind, got the hots

Time I told, numbers counted, letters used to spell words, sentences' best seller called shots

Flow along a grooved-out red dirt & gold stone, American River to Eureka ore, carotid shelf

All blown out of a Big Bang or special creation of divinity nothing better to do with Life itself.

It is highly probable  you’ll follow my logic from premises to deduction, it’s indubitable too

Knowledge of anything is impossible, wise to practice a philosophy of life, hot witch’s brew

Kids go from zygote through elder adulthood dream-immortality, soul survivor God’s way

Nobody knows if it’s true because you lied, I always told the truth, music’s incredible all day.

Wizard had magic spells to last a century & then some, hard to be rock, that rhythm & blues

Man & woman promulgate 1 sin of Adam & Eve or whomever rocked the boat, rockin' stew

Hit you in the brain’s recollection of being mesmerized by female aliens, posin' too human

They were all more than a totality product of insemination or were they blurred lines' skin.

Below 0, 32 degrees Fahrenheit & lungs seize, brain freeze, frozen cadaver, all the same

Before all the folks mated, we were nowhere & wound up where we started, claim to fame

Epitaph typed, etched, carved in my above-ground granite, all that’s left, finale man, yeah?

Yet it’s the only way to go, always has been & will always be, lucky you got 1 shot, I'll say.

Only you know like I know sisters & brothers, none of this is our call gang of jets & rooks

Whether you were evil to the bone & the soul or just a poor, inept dupe, didn’t fit in a box

Absolute Truth ala Life on Earth's a happy ending, exact opposite of 1 Big Bang, dust of rocks

Orgasmic climax of a nervous system payoff for flubing to assist evolutionary fools of a box.

When I was 18 yo, freshman year of college, learned from Jersey boys slang, “Get Bent”, so

It went on and on for decades after that, after a 5th decade there were signs I flew like a crow

Every day I woke up while I was living in a dream within a dream, knew the gist's  royal scam

I began descended from Man & I'll fade away from civilization's homo sapiens on the lam.

Loving human beings who don’t live up the hill because they destroy everything live & well

It’s the yang of yin, a necessary condition of a black hole we’re not in but all systems are go

Points of the lines, angles & forms of abstract, two, three & four dimensional imaginary shell

Completed inequality in a return to a cosmic scatter, God ain’t chit, #TheSchitz, yoyo Moe!

War mongers begot products of egg pods, alien UFO’s can’t cause accidental human rat races

Seasick caused by peristaltic fluctuations of brain waves, dark-white shades' blank pale faces

Born through mother’s legs, she got pretty angry about a suffering mode morning sick spins

From there, the stars were the limit, five more after me, father found how an immortal sins.

Forgiveness to all who can’t be One in Time, due to pride's prejudice separation God's dead

See a rainbow’s kaleidoscope of hues, plethora of purple’s break, blue, green, yellow, infrared

Highness & lowness caught in between forces of good, bad & ugly random myths & secret set

Friends lived & died without a clue as to why they said Sunday prayers for original sin debt.

Fiddlesticks & pick-ups giving up the best signals to an inquiring mind, spin on yo' mama

Females of species from all forms of anaerobic life on Earth, planetary longevity yo’ papa

Nothing personal but without a full compliment of intell, success is a mission to ring a bell 

You can’t see what I mean, understand what you mean, playin’ balls' universal rules, Hell.

Destruction of Creation is the explosion progress & process of cosmic expansion, It's Time

Space’s sun, Our Star's burning too hot to handle, like the only one I need, wrapped in gold

Sublime, she sucks into her magical power & spells that drive my compulsion rocked-rolled

No desire for anything else, names on tombstones, #BentShapedSkinBone stop on a dime.

In love first until the corpse occurs before you knew it was possible, old Love or it's Nothing

Get what you get, more than you deserve if taking karma into account, Hell’s bells got a ring

Daughters & their sons waiting to see what’s happening to hating & children in dire straits

Inside hearts & souls, cardiac arrest & burning sulfur suckin’ souls, bowels of some ol’ rats.

Onward from a place in Space you are, right here & now to a place you’ll be in the next effect

First Cause on autopilot with you, commander-in-chief, blowin’ midnight confession wreck

Steady on the rudder, full speed ahead, all on autopilot as I  say before it happens, all magic

I can’t see or hear you at all, obviously can’t trace subliminal scents nor tastes of comedy, sic.

Watchin' clocks, sundial moves the same, shadows you can let in, win, place & show rag time

Races around in counterclockwise circles, but why? Try another way, steer to the right fine

Cribs with no possible probabilities of bottom feeders & angelic spirits without skin or bone

Dyin’ in California, got in a box, burrowed under a fool’s gold, California dream, Love alone.

Packed the dead & the rest that’s left alive to thrive in my backpack, deep pockets, 120 proof

In the mood to animate a thing you have inside, Time & Space collide high atop a thatch roof

Silence, no sound or beats, reason or rhyme, zero less zero leaves a Void hole in love with Ga

My tranquility I offer y’all, smile at a wake's funeral, in the cool of the evening, a Lady Gaga!

Knowledge unknown, secret wisdom classified, For Your Eyes Only, pull the trigger's scam

Blind faith in getting something for naught, an act of being ready to be extinct ala ignorance

Although you, & I are not responsible for the result, you’re cause of the effect, bytes & RAM

Admit it, take responsibility, it’s your fault after all, Hollywood to Norway, a stone romance.

Ended, in fire or ice, no sound, no sight, smelling, tasting & touching  coward Space, It, God

Or it’s Nothing, either way it’s complete metaphysics with subjects & predicates of hot Mud

Waiting for the spin & the roll, fallin’ down, gravity to the grave, eaten into a rich, hot goo

Forensics of Matter, fire, ice & canons, fire a 99 gun salute to fly pilots, Black Ice’s sky blue.

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r j j stephan i

c.  Dimanche, July 27, 2025 @ 0202 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TimeLifePresentsThe60s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HOAuDP6Dabw?si=iLF92UQfegpIvJpu }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?