IF YOU DON'T, WHO WILL? #JustDoTheThing #UpDownAdInfinitum @LittleBigTown #BetterMan #IMissYouTooBaby #IAintBetterThanIAM

 @ac/dc

FLY ON THE WALL 

DROP A TOP,

TURN THE T.V. OFF 

March in cadence to the rhythm and beat of the mothers who made your fathers

Killed the switch and stole all the jobs that needed to be done, now they’ll just fly

If I get by & you get by barely without me but it’s better than not, I ain’t gonna lie

Dip & dive in the struggle & we all barely get by on the lie, it’s time to relax or die.

Sweet hustle grown flowers out seeds made in Outerspace, TYVM y’all astronauts

Zero gravity does something special to the RNA, evolves a genome while in bouts

With the killers and eaters of everything that lives, if it don’t stink, boil, fry & bake

It will all be good with on sale, sugar & spice, makes death taste like clever ideas.

I know the rules, you break the regulations and get harpooned, loose & free whale

No offense but you can’t roam free any longer, man has submarines & lotsa waste

Scars leftover the healing to recover a recollection of how I avoid accidental caput

Little Miss America got a scar, right there on the wrist, haunting the hillbillies I cut.

All in playful fun, just kiddin’ or I’m not, I can’t even tell you the Truth, I lied

That I am here and now and will be then and there, false statement without proof

Can’t prove the false is true, ever, not in a million years, begin with Socrates’ goof

Tutored the children, boys & girls, to question everything, survive the Truth, I died.

Like a Buddhist play 3-D chess I like it or not, with my baby girl, she came over too

My house was always an open front and back door, we’d have fun with the tunes

Fire up the grill, begin the party, sip on Tequilla, jump in the pool, hopeless no mo

Alarms all goin’ off when you arrived, over at my house, happens every time, bro!

Villains have there place in Space and it’s not for you nor I to command obedience

That’s all up to the command of a Doing Unto Others, you got her pregnant, dunce

Grateful that I lived 50 years longer than I thought I’d live, long time to be faithful

Son of a gun’s path I’m on continues without end, ad infinitum, what a damn fool!

Better off alive than dead, one way street on a dead end, love counter-revolution

Last breath to choke your face into the inside of your bloody skull, it doesn’t bleed

Did you hear money talkin’, all foreign language of extra-terrestrials, sit down son

Blocked, I played with them in the living room on the block, a dead-end land deed.

Sights without light are neither things nor places, no light lit, there are no people

Persons are legit only while alive, when dead, corpses are nothing but a holy Hehl

Fast or stopped in tracks for eternity, in and out of my mind, ain’t worried, I G.A.S.

Money maker makes the babies, abuse is takin’ the action without havin’ a blast.

Mile or two down the road, every single sane teenager wants to GTF out of Home

Parents good to get ‘em to go early & often & without you, ween ‘em off of Rome

Word up & down like a teeter totter you can’t stop from its repetitive motion skip

There ain’t no tomorrow, some of us live & give, some die and some take on a flip.

Busted with empty pockets and no notion about survival of the fittest, stoned junk

Pray after you sin to apologize & opt out of a next time, you know you, it’s The Fall

Travel coast to coast, pole to pole, 4/5 H2O & a 1/5 @JackDaniels ol’ blacker funk

My lady America, on the other hand, winning it all, it’s mother of all, even in Hell.

Subtraction of the grief and addition of the glee, happiness is no fear of death flip

Soul wasn’t here before ma & pa met for the intercourse, shattered the peace blip

On sonar from conception to my own demise, alone without anyone else’s karma

Gathered the scattered pieces in One place in Space, raped ovum in #MyMama.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XVIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Kicked this jam out while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/x8c1GDzdf8Y?si=nh98JNYPLMtmyNCS

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

STRIKE THE POSE

@MADONNA

@TheRaider  @LasVegasRaiders

@PABLO_PICASSO

#SimpleManComplexRiffs #GodDogGog #JiggerOfNaCl #MariaMaria

CIRCA 2012 A.D., MY   FINAL  DAY  OF  LABOR ABOVE

 RETIRED  @DCA COMPLAINTS   OF   CONSUMERS

#Maria @NobelPrize

ROLLIN’ ROCK UP A HILL,

STONES DON’T RUN DEEP AS ROOTS

/\/\/\/\/\/\/RNA\/\/\/\/\/\/

Lookin’ around 360 degrees from the place in Space that you stand, spin about & comply

With the forces of gravity and centrifugal force, ego and the trippin’ Id ain’t gittin’ out alive

Nobody ever did nor ever will, immortality is the antidote to the fear of death, out of mind

Hard Truth divulged by the fathers of your mothers or the church, orphan-priveleged kind.

You come into this world as it is, every continent is the same, dirt of Earth & Fire’s hot Wind

All Time here and now has been comprehended by the astronauts who escaped it to find

There’s all there is right here & now, we got luck of the draw and our daddies sold the node

That all the mothers and fathers before them were descendents of the dead, gods allowed

Lucky day to day, alcohol covers up the desolation and hopelessness of the booby prizes

What you get when you got nothing to give, receiving empty holes of the infinite vacuum

Country or city dirt matters not a twit, on or off of the “X” you know it is what it is & that’s it

Last gasp of air you & I take is the feature you know is an eye opener, it’s cadaver stank s#it.

Turkeys can’t fly and neither can any other game we will shoot and eat, arrow or lead shot

Messages for all who can decipher the code, it not, the gibberish is embedded in crotch rot

Love to live and die every chance I get, just a spirit or angel with invisible wings, not in flight

Will be eventually, the nature of the beast is set in stone code, no mutation, nobody’ll fight.

Mountains climbed, oceans floated upon and navigated underneath, end of days, night all

Muffed up the perfection, what the supernova blew away 93 millions miles from the B-Ball

Learned and ignorant of the essential iota of the Real, ride or slither but don’t walk, y’all run

As fast as your feet can stride, if you fall, just tuck & roll to avoid the pain, it’ll be a lot of fun.

Prepare or just go into the muster without a clue as to what to do, when to do it in corn rows

Death is immanent if you know survival is tenative, depends on a self-defense & hunt blows

Think about hunger ‘tween the hunts, never while an action needs perfect timing, fishin’ too

On the lure, hooked for supper, fire cracklin’ & pot of java smokin’, it’s the Thai-Stick of blue.

Bleeding air as if you’re an inflated rubber tire, rollin’ on borrowed tread from the Good Year

Blight of disease caused the flight of the birds and geese, people followed too late, hot fear

Deceived to stay for the party, it was a trap of the ants without the ants, stayed for the party

Music and fun stop at sunup, nothing but a memory & hangover, I am both Spin and Marty.

Mom and pop were high school honeys, I know who my daddy was, I got his DNA in a T-cell

Drunk or not, the father who made you gets the credit, one chance to get to Earth, it’s Hell

But the alternative is dead-air in outer space between galaxies and volatile-inert flabbergas

Know the Unknown intimately so you can enlighten the ignoramouses about to blow Mass.

Treat them like your sisters and brothers who can’t speak your language, you know a smile?

Eyes without fear, full of shocking admiration, then inner persuasion and a shot of whiskey

All at once, everything comes together, never showed my nude skin and bones, got the key

Fits right in my lock, soul’s in lock-down and the combination is 0-right, 0-left, 1, 2 & then 3.

Glass of wine, sipped in a twilight darkness of a summer sky, Sierra High, asleep honeybee

Sudden impact of the meeting dawned at sundown, impressed from One to Twelve thirty

Needed a half hour of down time to recover the fee for the trick pension in a parking meter

All for me, in the family, soft & sweet downtown, smiles from here to there, Earth ain’t dirty.

Death is the finale of the beautiful dream you’ve either dreamt being aware it was a dream

Or you had no inkling that being awake was being alive, upright in the sleepwalk of a meme

Played you like the fools play the freaks for what they are, anomolies of fathers in a dress

Come and gone with the wind, cool breeze leaving a copy of failure or accidental success.

Workin’ and playin’ with the values of Earth’s dirt & rocks, piled up to the hilt of the banks

Completed the trip, it was indeed over when it was over, there was no doubt, we are tanks

Of wisdom and knowledge of how to survive in the middle of the Void, enhanced RNA cued

From above and so it is below, seen & heard like this, dream big, live large, history imbued.

Down the old dirt road was the beach at the creek at the end of a puddle left of deep lakes

Saturday night is every damn day after high school graduation, factory work, biweekly paid

Dates until the pregnancies of two or three of my girlfriends, it couldn’t be all of it, RAID!

Well the tests came back & now I’m positive, all them girls takin’ me down, welfare fakes.

Rest until you get to the final resting place, you might want to do-it-yourself or fishin’ jiggers

For the ones left lookin’ at what you left behind, keep mementos & trash the rest in a dump

Classic car keys all sold for a million bucks, split between the two old boys, necessary ump

All’s said & done for fortune & fame, over & out, movie stars, fool’s gold diggin’ sand niggers.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CsiEicpZWbY?si=LjDU6ZSugBsoEuiL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ClothesToGods #ForAllTheMarbles #EarthWindAndFire #Magnetic

WHY  I  LOVE  HER (MY AMERICA)?

A MILLION MILES OF BROTHERHOOD, SEA TO SHINING SEA

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My Thing Ain’t No Thang

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It’s usually, never, or always, possibly hardly ever, maybe once in a great while, high free wind

I blow in from coast to coast, transoceanic & subterranean, above, for me to know & you to find

Change water into anything, wine, Kool-Aid or pickle juices, matter and energy, One to be many

A condition for this, keep it up to the standards you’ve been accustomed to, brainwashed gunny.

Mixed up in my mind, not yours which has lucid moral clarity & the benefit of havin’ no doubt

I used to be that way, then I died & came back to life, resuscitated by medics on a rural route

Eight miles out of Memphis and even earlier before the War of Nam, Lake Michigan enlisted fine

All to go with the fast-food companies, I labored as a child fourteen to nineteen, tore my mind.

Scenes pass right before my very eyes, I get the language in my native tongue, impressionable

As you know, nobody knows anything, including you & I, begin at the origin, the unknown table

Been around the blocks a time or two, no exaggeration that I can’t pin down the exact tally toll

How many human females affected me? Hundreds and I can’t recollect precise number to poll.

Whether I was good, bad or ugly to them all, now that I’m dead & gone, on the thereafter too

Buildings used to be built around me, it made sense I’d take them all with me on the way out

Heroes and villains made it all become history, hysterical or false pride in the transitory spirit

Of popes, priests, preachers, ministers, clergy, men & brothers, forget the sisters, all about It!

This ain’t my rodeo, I’m just a rovin’ cowboy conceived and gestated without free will, just to be

Not aborted or miscarried, I got to be decades more than my ancestral heritage, exception rule

Did you do what you arrived to do? If not, don’t waste any more time, just do it now, y’all a fool

Thinking before you speak will save time in the hoosgow, neutrality is so sweet, very super cool.

Roadways, paths to tread that follow somewhere you can’t conceive before sense perception

Eye sighted or blinded, hyper-auditory or deaf, olfactory and a taste of Vivacious Time on Earth

I don’t care one way or another about an actual Truth, I’ve got no baggage, just naked bone son

Of course, daughters of hopeless sinners who had no pity, I supplant grace, first aid, all done.

Remains after we all depart the Earth, Wind & Fire, whisper sweet nothings to someone close

Like a cool breeze through their hair or across the bald pate, they know who it was, that blows

You’re all gone & he or she is still there trying to stay alive, like the dance required, quirky bold

Been a fixed object, annihilated all of that, retrospect grants deep respect kid, wiseman got old

You get on the starting line with or without teeth, feed on teat or a nipple-plastic leaker

I play around with the hands and feet with the voice and skeleton of bones, I’m a shaker

It’s not for a small reason but it’s apoplectic shock I want to remain within, as in a dream

It is a rhythm and a rhyme, in sequential harmony with the powers that be, come cream.

You know if you know, if you don’t know you may get lucky but there’s no guarantee, man

Perks are all cancelled, commitments are all that each conscious 208 bones must remain

Immortal more or less, a second or a moment is longer than the spirits who can’t come in

Peace and War for what they’re worth, Space-Dark, blackness around the Sun’s mortal sin.

You cannot be wondering how I know, it’s all written down in the library and the world web

Surprise that you’ll keep asking the same question expecting a different answer out the crib

Heard it all before, on the grapevine or off the grid, all of the above and below is Presence It

No name, no revered or dishonored souls that animated the forms, Love evolved True Grit.

Holy thanks to the linguistic evolution, to record for posterity the incredible feats of the Feet

Two Feet usually but even without one foot, it is still the case that a mind needs to be all set

To become happy before the rigor mortis morphs your beauty and glory to be, it’s a wake up

Calling in the nick of Time, not a moment longer could have saved the gods’ created phuq-up.

Thinking that I do that, think about subjects and predicates and signals to predators & matey

A sound mind and body survive in the midst of bacteria, viral infections & snows-blinded dates

Here’s a secret message you get for freedom, jive talkin’ this & that, jumped conclusion ecstasy

Ugly as I am, it’s an accidental disfigurement, an anomaly of Jive Talk, still I’m Bad & Good fates.

New day, no complaining about reckless abandon and the wrecks left in the wake of the quake

Volcanoes erupt like temper tantrums, to be or not to be cool & collected survivor, a deep fake

Things in a lump of clay, dirty and clean at one and the same time, soul vaccinations all unheard

Follow me home, I will annihilate you before you hyperventilate the O2, H2O or I’ll kill a Word.

You should come along for the trip, it’s an apparent cause & effect of invisible, atomic reaction

Stones thrown and stuck with the sticks and picks, tuck-pointed in your own personal direction

Marvelous & above outstanding, a nirvana Esque superimposition to pick up my clothes, liberty

Blowin’ up my cellphone, ads to buy this & that, I don’t really GAF, y’all know it’s good to be me.

Picked you up and you picked me down, like the strings on my Fender, my fingers bleeding out

Tires full of air, rollin’ down the middle of the road, soul & rock with rhythm & rhyme all shout

Love supreme all about feeling like the creator of the Void, here & now in a Kracker’s full house

Sharp dressed man, girls & women get jiggy for a hot, horizontal bop, diamond ring & a mouse.

Outreach caught the spirits leaving the hosts, without warning, when it’s over, it’s just that, over

Neither the living nor the dead have any choice, it is what it is, sure is funky though, undercover

I’m all in, y’all are all in, we animate the rest of the freeways, tollways, expressways in petri dish

Bacterial and viral it is as above, so below, burn gas, fire star, don’t stare into it, we’re blind fish.

Activate your abs and your mind will follow, it’s the narrow way to assimilate muscle beach

Talk to the hand, become as you were before you became to attention, download the bitch

In the most highly intended manner, I submit a tribute to the species extinction, decrepit old

All species become extinct, no species is immortal, no sheep, no goat, no bull, not even gold.

Belong to your own “Me, Myself & I” you must own it, always & forever the only middle way

Either way, each on the other sides of the middle, it’s an infinite path of everything lost in Space

You all can go there, everyone can but I’d suggest waiting until your death, nothing to lose Day

Humans before & after their arising from the Earth’s muck & mire, dead-mud, my happy face.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XV^th    MMXXV  Ad Infinitum  #NotAMillenial  #EraseDeletion

{ Crypto-currency spent, got Nothing Special, wrote this doozy while waiting for the @WorldSeries2025 & jammin’ to the CD #IfIKnowMe of @MorganWallen youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SAF-5dAMnM4?list=PL2byhjvwcjEciEtr5_hs5IQD6doIch1LA  } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?

I could use a little rain!

“MY TRACTOR’S GREEN, MY COLLAR’S BLUE

. . . & I love you, yes I do!