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Saturday, September 27, 2025

@BowWow #AintTrippinMucho #AllAboutTheBASS & I served a @CriticalMass in a bottomless @BlackHoleElegence #OneHugeBlackHole @PhoenixA @CriticalMass @SamCooke

Walls fell in,

Kilroy was here

Ever since the first breath y’all gulped outside my mama’s womb, I was the only One
Belief in occult unknown is akin to belief in the known, knowledge is impossible, son
You can cause nothing other than what’s already been caused, all done two by twos
No stone has been unturned, the immaculate conception & the sperm intro, Blues.

Alcohol changes the perception of the audio-visual sensations, any chemical alters it
Survival skills become useless because there’s a loss of mental clarity, confusion chit
Subjects immersed in the predicates and direct objects, all to deduce the conclusion
That this and that is Life as we know it, astronauts know, they got the Truth suspicion.

Gods, dogs, stacks of cats and barnyard anima domesticated from a bungle in the jungle
Fear of dying locked into the mind, it helps a being to survive the hostile deep sea gull
Narcoleptic malfunction, awake for millennia without a nap, sleeplessness’ advantage
Ready or not, the end of you & I will come, sooner or later, no matter young or old age.

Morbidly obese in a fat head, fat mind loses it’s capacity to sort through categories of It
What It is, sometimes you think you know & other times, it’s an empty set of blather s#it
Down a slope quickly, on the slide into home, no block, no catcher, scored ‘bout the base
Pressed and obliterated beyond recognition, an amorphous blob of intelligence, my face.

Hotter than a pistol after firing an infinite number of rounds, m-16 ammo into a silhouette
Direct hits in the head after firing two in the heart, mark the bullseye, I’m cancelling debts
No more owing to me or anyone I’m allowed to entertain as family and friends, we’re even
As above, so below, entertainment, causes of happiness & its opposite sadness are heaven.

Alternative after death or in a spaceship blasting out of gravity, that is the mystery debt
Y’all know or you don’t know, no two ways about that, no in between in limbo, that’s a bet
I’ll win and I will lose some but, in the finale, the curtain will fall when the play ends in jail
Dream is spent, dry or wet still a dream within a dream, Edgar Poe ate ice man’s coffin nail.

Inside of the empty sets, Nothing dwells without the pending doom, a holy mackerel
Fine or not, the only way to know the Truth is to find it & remember it for yourselves
To say the words to the innocent or the delusional, emotional wrecks in utero, as I say
Energy from the sun, stars and the consumed seeds of life, animated and sublimated.

Nis the time not yesterday or tomorrow but today, this moment’s to be in straits dire
Prior to your conception, you were unknown, after your death, your tombstone record
Shows your name & presence on the planet in random years, it will crumble to dust or
Turn into Space’s cosmic dust, rocks that roll around in concentric paths about the fire.

It’s been measured that the sky is up miles high, after that it’s as if returning to womb
Repossession of the lost words that somebody that’s dead said before he or she died
Inherited communication from ancestors who knew you’d be the one who saw a tomb
Perfected as if meant to be, so temporarily insane that it appears normal truths lied.

Beating you upper now, like I knew all of the riffs of the smokin’ Latino Jazz/Rock/Soul
Near the salty sea’s water or upon the mountaintop full of snow, Truth is Earth lost H2O
Entire exoplanet used to be fully covered by water, H2O has been poured out into Space
Either pre-sucked out by non-Earth denizens or lost to the Void because of a pretty face.

Heal every little ill and sip the rest of the sweet wine of paradise and make it last forever
Dressed to near kill, feelin’ that the murder of living things for food or to you, The Fever
Dribbled to begin the pick and roll, handed off bounced pass and the hot-handed thrice
It’s the GOAT, always was & will always be the One, the only, all-time greats cream @ICE.

Being the only one who knows the secret to getting to the finale without an encore fine
Taking all that’s given, assume nothing & everything will work out in the solution’s opine
All know its presence, in the past that gets you into the future, all progressive blind faith
Divide and conquer the chaos of the humanity, punks without discipline, lock them up 8th.

Trips to the moon available to take you out on dates with your beloved, just took y’all away
Needles and spoons not to mention the burnt green weeds mutated by alien lab farms today
Like it or not, high or low, the pain will come & go just like the heat and the cold, it’s temporal
It’ll be alright someday when they bury you boy, girl too, apropos to the millennial golf ball.

Steps both above and below the basement floor, no elevator or escalator to be the eliminator
As I say and recollect the exact spell, the result is immediately expressed as the charm in her
On my honor, I have nothing but respect for the nature of a beast within, known or oblivious
Because with no spirit, there’s no soul or verve, sparks out of fire, t he God of Ridiculousness.

Just between the two of us and a million other readers, what you know won’t hurt you much
It’s what you don’t know down the tunnel ahead that’s critical, you’re in the center of mulch
You’re a seedling that’s on the way to consciousness immersion out-of-body experience blows
Recorded what you couldn’t recall to show you a Truth happened in flight, eagles love grows.

Before it all began as it will be after it all ends, a matrix of a Void, an infinite ultraviolet glow
Protecting the ones you & I care for as well as any we judge as innocent being bullied so slow
Quick to protect and as swift at removing any braggadocio from the event, an accommodation
Finale curtain drops, last word’s a smile as walls fall in, by the way, Kilroy is here, I’m lost son.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, September 26, 2025 @ 911 PMPST

{ Suspended judgement while penning this M.P. & inspired by LIVE @Eagles #InTheSphereInVegas on link @ https://youtu.be/dvAh0pp7tBk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Eagles - Live at The Sphere Las Vegas, 9.21.2024

TEQUILLA SUNRISING AD INFINITUM

Thursday, September 25, 2025

#DrakeEquation #WINNING @Santana #BESTofDevadip #OneTokeOverTheLine #BlackHoleSunSon

A rainbow colored equalizer

Amnesia recall

Fugue and other obstructions of creation and destruction of a whore
High or low, absorbing the power of the hit, enhances strength score
Full of the thing itself, as much as allowed to be within, omni power
Pricking up your ears, heat of the chase is on, the hard drive’s hotter.

What must be done has already been done before births of our offspring
Word became flesh, a sound of unheard frequency, an atom of Nothing
Eating the food on our table or out of a wrapper, all sh#t was dead meat
We see production of our own mastication on a regular basis, trick’s treat.

Elevating monologue to a higher octave than intellectual pablum, Time’s up
What could have been, should have been but couldn’t ‘ve been Space’s cup
Mirror image of yourself you’ve never seen before a moment of your demise
No need for air to breath with those wings without a feather, Christmas lies.

Not a good idea yet it’s the one you’ll get, ain’t a bad idea either, it’s surreal
Bent in two, made the line an angle, it used to be One point on a 3D jaunty
Evolved from the ooze of leftover Big Bang effulgence, souls are a real deal
Nothing is neither physical, mental nor psychological, it is what it is, honey.

Colder than the Singularity resulting from the gravitational collapse, it’s hot
Free choice with an invisible matrix isolated in Time & Space, in God’s face
Neverland is here and now, you know it, admit it, you will eventually race
Ahead of other dead bodies comin’ to be judged after their Last Supper plot.

Be candid like a camera recording all action of everything, everywhere too
Follow me, either fly away like a bird or a fly or a ghost, it’s all yonder blue
Above this planet’s atmosphere where it’s pitch black like a black hole sun
Being black is all it does, all it is, all it has ever been from the Big Bang on.

Final thoughts and final verbal sounds that will mean nothing to any others
It’s very hot in the house, the windows are open and there’s no Delta breeze
Fine and dandy to shut the house down & turn up the cool blow out to sea
Man and woman havin’ fun until some become priests & nuns, no ice tea.

Branded with the tattoos of my greatest grandfathers, skin tight out of sight
Here for the party & paid in advance with the good karma earned in a fight
Hits on the target and near misses that measured the angle of delusional sin
In violation or not, naked apes’ skin turns grey to dust, homo erectus’ rosin.

Son of one sun, a star burning 186,000 miles per second, second infinitum
Word sounds a vibrational sequence that triggers a cause process ala cum
It proceeds through excited friction overriding the higher mind into a lower
Caring about nothing except deposit for the conception, immaculate poser.

Years after the dead ones left nothing of themselves, the Earth still weeps it
Cries and tears annihilate the treasure, gold, silver, diamonds in a deep pit
Cave opened to the dig, dug it out as if there was no tomorrow, there wasn’t
Tomorrow never comes & the very next day we all die, immortal, holy scat.

On the way, stop & think then go forth with resolute attention to the matter
Pens with ink, pencils of lead, all tools to scroll script on dead tree splatter
Pages and bound ink-type blots, signifying meaning and accurate discount
Applied to the deduced and induced conclusions, confidence management.

All I had to say has been said, now written incursive or typed via autopen
Nothing goes and everything remains identical to its moment, sat on Zen
Because I could, nobody else could, it was a one-man show, no substitute
Induced, appropriate proposals of Truth by propositions, a metalogic boot.

Creepin’ all along the perimeter of a watchtower, I began to drift to slumber
You don’t know like I know and if you did know, well then, take a number
You may be first, last or somewhere in the middle down the line, I know it
On the brink of the edge of university professors of economic Marxism chit.

Last notes of the rhythm & melody enhance the words of a wise silverback
Verbs and nouns makin’ subjects and predicates, down in the old outback
Where angels & a compass lead to return trip with the goods of baby’s dad
Raw bad means far & away the best ever, I say to you, it’s me, all super bad.

Long form and briefs from the high command, general officer stars 1, 2 & 3
Magic spells in specific word order and inflection, hands & feet still for me
Over forever ‘til my final gasp, I know nothing, you do too, all up in smoke
Still priests and ministers insist they’re privy to the Word, save me a toke!
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Mercredi, September XXIV, MMXXV Anno Domini
{ Cracked this like a rubberband man, while jammin’ to the @Spinners on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx00W3cBtgs?si=5GICcVF90PJ1AO_L }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

A bald eagle flying over a city

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