#KeepItUpRich ... my daddy used to say that to me... yep, I said #Daddy, that is and was his name, hence, Daddio, I shall keep it up! #NirvanaClosing #OMG #ThisIsWayWorse #LookinUP @Bill_Burr RAWKS! #AskHimBoutHisHAT #DriversUnderstand?

PICASSO CAN HIDE TWO AT ONE

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There’s no reason to become uncivilized to a stranger, asking details about your bank account

On a cold call on the cell phone without any cyber-security cover, you hear what you hear out

Above and beyond the termination of the communication & a report to the FBI, the point moot

There’s the act itself as a violation of integrity, a fool in a cell phone lambda wave from a boot.

In the end, your coverage of the ideocracy prior to retirement engagement came in handy then

Traced the call and secured the transmission location within 4 minutes, the caller is in gold cuffs

Not only is the world a safer place now than it ever was, but the world will also never be all Zen

Complicated mess of chaos in focus for rectifying disorder back to the a priori scent of a woman.

Dream keeps the Life called reality moving right along, a spin & a wobble in elliptical orbit, son

Everything and everyone depends on the sun burning gas, we’re dead without the heated fun

On the one hand, you can’t live without it & on the other hand, you must keep out the rays

As fire burns so does the hot, direct sunlight, all ultraviolet to infrared movin’ 186,000 mi/s/s.

Faster is a tachyon which we all only fathom in theoretical analysis of invisible nothings, as it is

Imagine being dead and gone yet still being aware without a brain or mind that the world exists

What in God’s name would that mean as far as where did life’s Earth forms originate from at all

Is there a pool of subatomic particles somewhere in a Singularity or one dream within another?

Recollect the day after you actually die and rigor mortis is setting in, onto incineration of burial

To ashes and amorphous dust we go but for a while, we believed we were immortal clientele

Here you go, away we all go, memories fade, light fades, you fade, I fade, we all fade to black

Knowledge of a fact is Wisdom, knowledge’s forgone conclusion, no ghost ever comes back.

In a manner of speaking, using logic and reason for the formulation of the argument’s ending

That it’s logical using premises which are assumed to be true and resulting deduce bending

Of the words’ meanings which may be either misused or misunderstood & lead to bad battles

Beating the odds is unlikely to come to fruition, more than likely a loser returns to the rattles.

Hums the songs that the drummers and horn blowers played in harmony ad infinitum, above

Blind faith in the theory that was created from nothing but dead air and fear of death’s dove

It flies in for all of us, many before some of us and not even one before us, newborn too still

High up the hill of Earth, above the fray of the atmospheric plasma, there you are, Jack & Jill!

Ideas come out of nowhere, opened mind allows the subjective predication & presence

In context provided by all who came before the innocent & ignorant, it’s bull’s scat tense

Of course, an alternative is that Life’s but a dream, nothing more nor less than nightmares

Your control over the causes and effects of a random presence is at best, fatal flaw’s tears.

Up and away from the surface where it all comes down to staying alive & dying up in vain

It’s a communication never received on Earth, only astronauts got the message, all insane

Nothing but blackness and white dots in space, blackness and white dots, everywhere 360

No Divine Creator or Buddah or Krishna or Jesus Christ or Muhammed Ali, Nothing to see.

Remain entrenched in the liturgical dilemma about the nature of Life, Death & sexbotics

Tricks happen to those who pay attention to the hand that’s not as quick as the eye antics

Mirrors reflect the image if clear & light but in the darkness it’s all the same look, nothing

The herd is the collection you become nurtured within for the final stage, world frolicking.

If you don’t want to have super fun when the time comes, jump in headfirst, dive off a deck

Do a jackknife or cannonball to make a splash or cut into the surface as a sharp stiletto check

Comin’ up for air after touching the bottom of 11 feet depth, the look of relief merges H2O

Made it with the pool of water again, always a quickie and a repeat, orgasmic ebb and flow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Blowvember VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Tricked the cosmos into this plethora of junk food, hobo wisdom while jammin’ to @kidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch on youTube https://youtu.be/r95wT3yT83A?si=1TXEeZtYcc0S12CZ }

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

@Ally_Venable #AxeGrinder @POTUSTrump #MAGA #GOTtheJABofGods

HOW SWEET IT IS,

NOBODY KNOWS BUT YOU, BABY

Target practice turns it all around, for the bull’s eye is the most important point of hits

Right in the center of it, nothing but a point of metal through skin & bone, heart quits

Your eyes ain’t hazel or steel blue, they are so chocolate cocoa brown, near carbon tint

Xray sight as good as the foresight and insight, in a 3rd eye it’s all mixed up in a half pint.

Regard what is invisible as actually something, somewhere in Time & Space, ‘x’ inanimate

Dear John letter came as expected, cut me loose after it all came through, you got the gold

Me, I moved here to there and really ready or not, I rocked and rolled in a band ‘til I got old

Here I am without all of the backup I used to tote behind, I’m just fine, alone is cool, my fate.

Amigas and amigos all let go as I escaped into the smoke and mirrors all around a matrix sea

Harps playin’ whatever the brass and strings leave open for the rhythm & staccato classic tea

Sips until it’s all gone as if it was never even inside the glass cylinder, escaped from New York

Big Apple doesn’t allow the free and easy to remain aloof, diggin’ in for the battle, Free Fork.

Enter dragons and dinosaurs before our mothers blew us out of their wombs, one, two, three

More all the way past a dirty dozen which isn’t cheaper than or much less, absolutely not One

Fear is free for all, you & I and the bangs upon the wood and metal roofs, bam, bang & boom

Staring at the wall or the TV in the corner which isn’t turned on, either way bride and groom.

Always winds up being the way it’s supposed to be, fair or not, repeat everything over again

Every time we get together we can’t wait to get away from one another, as above, so below

Consider the souls of cells already been here & done gone with the wind, bloody snort blow

All of the holes in the skin, pores & 7 head holes, it’s species’ specific fractals of now & Zen.

Pagans and blind faith believers in fantastic explanations for accidental conceptions and lives

Lucky and free or not so much, in the end, it doesn’t matter, the soul gets set absolutely free

Leaving the recollection of the weirdness of being alive and awake, Earth rotates below foot

Go before you’re ready to accept all Ends, Death of head & heart, God phuq’d Man, Reboot!

Riding like the wind blows, every direction under the sun’s infinite rays of faux photon ions

So I know it, you and everybody else knows it, sooner or later, we’ll wind up like our Sons

And our daughters, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, all just trippin’ by accident TNT

Called love or lust but as intercourse of interesting results, Earth Love, Nothing is Land & Sea.

Drew the lines that weren’t a circular jerk of a pointless point without any direction at all, so

Syllogism and the jism that comes from excitement and orgasmic ejaculation of living UV light

Call it DNA/RNA gametes, sperm or egg, in every case, a miracle of duplication, windy I blow

I am in the end what was in the middle & what never was at any Time in Space to ever grow.

Extinction free immortal apes in troops and squads that run the hoods’ bedroom community

Where children grew to duplicate themselves, some three & fourfold yet some, zero entity

End of their line passing along the privilege of living on Earth, against the free will anomaly

Cares & fears end with a last huff & puff, it blows the house down, Full Stop of a family tree.

Twisting like Chubby Checker when nobody knew what the fuss was all about, dancin’ alone

In the dark by myself, dancin’ like there’s no tomorrow, there’s no charge for a dead iPhone

Karma filling in the soulless unknown with more Nothing than the universe can handle, ever

Exploding from the center to the perimeter, smithereens result in a plethora of God’s lover.

Paranoia sets in and you begin entertaining the notion that you’re dreaming Life to be real

In other words, Life is not all it’s been assumed to be by the previous denizens of the realm

Check the experiment, expansion and contraction, Big Bang & Tiny Puff, it’s Eve’s temptation

I’m good with it, mortally created & disobeyed a bogus law, screwed the Putsch, Original sin.

You see them everywhere, bones of the living with flesh and blood to make up for a Soul ho

Nothing personal but it’s close to the heart, keep it close to the vest, it’s a mindful job blow

Hits and misses of the bull’s eye can’t be undone, aim for the center, allow for gravity’s pull

If & only if the last event you & I perceive & recollect is God, you phuq’d it up, I’m The Rule.

by

r j j stephan, i {g.o.a.t.}

c. Vendredi, November VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST #GoodDayToBeBorn

{ Drafted in utero while listenin’ to @RandyNewman #ShortPeople jam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v8UVBgUd9GE #COMPRENDO? }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Contained #FreeBawlin' #KidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch

WHAt the wolf Said

 to the crow 

“This is the way” down the middle of a fork in the road, neither ahead nor behind balls

As it is all above the Earth’s surface, it is inside the DNA replications of divine spark fire

Mankind being all too human, all created by design or accidental collision free-for-alls

Really it’s all about the way you react to the effects of the First Cause, got no spare tire.

Onto the miracle happening every moment you blink your eyes, it’ll suddenly stop too

Before you’re ready unless you’re conscious and terminally ill, humanity colors it blue

Beat and rhythm to animate the 208 bones occupied by some foreign agent verve, Me

As you are, so I am, just one of the many tryin’ to get over without bein’ a burden flea.

In or out of the bed I retire and dream upon each night, there’s this animated cinema

Nobody is tryin’ to achieve the best actor or best actress but there’s a pitch for an Oscar

Holding hostages just like your secret powers, close to the chest, nobody knows, so far

Comes into the empty house with a blown mind, nowhere to go, nothing but my trauma.

Points counted as one & two, imagine a line between them & a third point’s connection

Driving and steering the course at the maximum velocity of a tachyon, got there my son

Without delay, reason for the trip finally disclosed, there was never a purpose less one

Out in the open, under the sun, daylight glow around it 360 degrees, fourth dimension.

Games played to be won unless you cheat & shave points or miss shots, passes or goals

Blood in veins is blue before it hits the oxygen, hydrogen & nitrogen, then crimson souls

Glow corpuscle after corpuscle in order of death by air, it’s all there is, no God, nothing

Astronauts and cosmonauts know, they told someone but not everyone, Aliens singing.

High times and low spaces make this world go around until the thing itself returns to it

Things alive and others dead weight in gravitational collapse without a conscience chit

Making it comfortable to live out life as you’ve come to know it, is all that matters to Kid

The Kid’s third way always was the only way it could be, hillbillies got fool’s gold all hid.

Spank and listen to the complaints from the sweet and low punks in the boondocks

Pretty babies turn into pretty girls, fine women, sisters turn into the mothers’ pax

True, fine love lurks neighborhoods tryin’ to make more family for the hens & cocks

The stake is that nobody loves you like the way I do, early death or immortal of sax.

High on the totem pole, above the fray to see Nature above & below the holy spirits

Beer, wine, magic peaceful smoke, to be or not to be is what space cowboys do, tits

Pickers, grinners, lovers, sinners, jokers, midnight tokers, peace & love to a hip ‘E’

With nothing more nor less than your conception, Life is your final downhill ski.

Life inside will go home since it’s been gone so long, shake the peach tree all up

A bushel and a peck later, we’ve got enough for ten pies, fire up the oven with 7up

Fly like an eagle, land only to take a wing break, mission to find a cool breeze, son

You’ll follow your own beak the same way, if not you, who will load the shotgun?

Learned on the trike, training wheels on a two-wheeler to a 26” red Schwinn Xmas

What a super gift to shuffle around Chicago when I was a teenager in paradise past

Funk happened since then, sixty years hence, here at one in California gold’s dust

Degrees & Pensions accumulated, made cool folks proud, all in a Viet Nam dance.

I went to the sock hop but it ended before I arrived, my girl went off with another

Or so I’ve been told in the end, none of it mattered, the song got sung to a mother

Days spun the years into decades closer to unknown malfunction or the cool fate

Called us since day 1 of our first breath, we can’t forget, remind me to not be late.

Fruits of the trees, apples of the Earth’s seeds created from a Big Bang’s shrapnel

Here we are, some of us have already gone or haven’t arrived, within an M&M shell

Atmosphere of gas bubble that won’t burst without a fission or fusion catalyst push

Accidental or intentional, cosmic soup to be drunk, Fate eaten, God seen, a @Rush.

Wolves don’t say anything, they don’t talk at all, but the crow heard the inner bark

A look at the eyes looking at the prey or the hunter/killer of its animated life spark

Before long, present turned to future past, a feast of prey metabolized, bloody DNA

Now then, day of YOUR death, know you’ll turn to scat, as God's immortal RNA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{God built a dam to contain the H2O, this was an overflow & the words will disappear 30 seconds after you read them! WORD up!}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CosmikMenudo @Zappa @Garcia @Cross @Scaggs #LessonsLearnedABCz #Blazin'Betty #TooHotToTouch #FiresWithin #BringinHerBunsToTheBBQ #KidROCK

NEVER FORGET

IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW

If & only if you hail a taxi or cab on the streets, you’ll experience holy devolution

In & out of parties I’ve thrown & never got an invitation or religious grace, no sin

But it is what it is whether or not there’s a reason for the shake up your menudo

Bodies go straight from the head to the heart, a miracle of the ripples of waves.

Masters and slaves being one with the cylinder from One to Eight, jet fueled up

Strange yet familiar enough to get away with it, the luck comes & flees in a cup

Not kidding when the seriousness is life or death on the line, it’s a free choice fit

Eating, drinking and growing from ignorance to enlightenment, then it’s caput.

Ready to be set like jello on ice, makin’ the liquid a tentative solid until warmed

Back to the origin in a melted form of a blob, glob of infinite proportions formed

Penetrated the hole with a pin-prick that ran with the crowd, as one of the many

Preachers with ears hearing hard and soft rockin’ in the flock, create me a baby.

Easy to make it, difficult to groom it with the culture, civilized or crudely organic

Away from my dirty work, all pristine with the mighty dirty games, broke rules

System calculates your duration in this temporary time and all time thereafter

All stars are suns of the original big bang, explosion to the outer limits of fools.

All of y’all been hoodwinked by whole foods & raised by the same overseers as I

Not their fault, it’s the nature of their business and none of our ’57 Chevy hoods

Behind the lines on your face, it’s the skull bones, mandibles or blinded eyeballs

Recollected the happenings that occurred as I suddenly woke up this morning.

Orchestras semi- conducted on a staccato format, a song of Life’s RNA/DNA pair

Finding the answers to the questions, mysteries all being cleared up by dead air

I hollered in Honky Tonks, Ends were more near than I knew, makes you squirm

All ready to defend yet don’t observe a threat in the money pit, blind as a worm.

Brilliant being older and wiser than everybody outside of your soulful grey eyes

Pills injected into the joints of arms and legs just because you were all so happy

All Tuscan birds give the plain-Jane account a flavor-flava type of vibe, all good

Any mind devoid of the knowledge of good & evil is alien to the civilized hood.

Hair has gone lost with the wind but it’s fine being bald, no brush, pick or comb

Memory of the covered-up pate too long ago to recall, except for the chilly tomb

Inside of the skull, in the mind of whichever group of memories are allowed air.

The finale’s final curtain draws after bows, for the encore, the cast disappears.

Complete circle of 360 degrees of curvature from point to point of faux infinity

No matter and no form are required for the Soul, which is a zero, empty entity

We’ll see what comes from the causes that made the effects unsustainable too

Ways and Means of the battles to win at all costs, all in my two hands, I am Foo.

Holidays are now the Holy Days, every single angel rolling in a daze, above it all

Below it all, there’s the destination, the dead star’s sand, call it a beach or a ball

Products to be sold to the idiots who trade their blood, sweat & tears for Crack

Splitting the skull, cracks filled in with slippery slime of snots from Face Smack.

Bricks used to build and thrown to window break the stained glass into shards

Perfect on bull’s eyes, stuck right in the middle of the target, paper tiger bards

Grieve for the loss of the grief you’ll never know, it’s not your rodeo of broncos

Locomotion to the wall, barrier invisible yet impenetrable, danger for all foes.

Predicates shifting gears to obfuscate the clarity of presence in Time and Space

Weapons engaged, last man standing is and was always me, love in my face

Silly or serious as people tend to be, growing up in America like nowhere else

All you see is all you get, dial in your mother and your father on this, Shells.

Watch my two hands because they’re quicker than your eyes, you can’t see ‘em

I’m invisible to everyone but you, you will never lay vision on two feet of dumb

Words unspoken due to incapability or insusceptibility culture cancellation fits

Reverting to foreskin in a garden of Eden or other paradise lost, Labrea tar pits.

Your educated guess to solve the conundrum is spot on & won’t be squandered

Grew the trees from scratch, seed & planet ashes, inner volatility we rocked ‘er

Think back to original time you wondered what was goin’ on here now, it’s done

Walked away or ran right into the sweet spot where everyone comes to be One.

Drinking and eating to defalcating and urinating, reason and rhyme, night & day

Known the unknown as it was my own offspring, I loved the mothers, kids came

Under burning stars, sun & moon when I was there in a #BlueDot, Albert & Ray

Fathers of the mothers, yearning daughters, heavy traffic, moon full, omega day!

by

r j j stephan i

c.  Dimanche, 11-2-2025 AD @ 111 PMPST

{Dropped out the sky jammin’ to @Santana #AllThatIAM cd youTube

link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8B6qkuxcZc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

God Dot Dot Dot God Repeat Ad Infinitum #SpanishHarlemMonaLisa #Smooth #ForgetAboutItNot

NEVER FORGET, IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW

If & only if you hail a taxi or cab on the streets, you’ll experience holy devolution

In & out of parties I’ve thrown & never got an invitation or religious grace, no sin

But it is what it is whether or not there’s a reason for the shake up your menudo

Bodies go straight from the head to the heart, a miracle of the ripples of waves.

Masters and slaves being one with the cylinder from One to Eight, jet fueled up

Strange yet familiar enough to get away with it, the luck comes & flees in a cup

Not kidding when the seriousness is life or death on the line, it’s a free choice fit

Eating, drinking and growing from ignorance to enlightenment, then it’s caput.

Ready to be set like jello on ice, makin’ the liquid a tentative solid until warmed

Back to the origin in a melted form of a blob, glob of infinite proportions formed

Penetrated the hole with a pin-prick that ran with the crowd, as one of the many

Preachers with ears hearing hard and soft rockin’ in the flock, create me a baby.

Easy to make it, difficult to groom it with the culture, civilized or crudely organic

Away from my dirty work, all pristine with the mighty dirty games, broke rules

System calculates your duration in this temporary time and all time thereafter

All stars are suns of the original big bang, explosion to the outer limits of fools.

All of y’all been hoodwinked by whole foods & raised by the same overseers as I

Not their fault, it’s the nature of their business and none of our ’57 Chevy hoods

Behind the lines on your face, it’s the skull bones, mandibles or blinded eyeballs

Recollected the happenings that occurred as I suddenly woke up this morning.

Orchestras semi- conducted on a staccato format, a song of Life’s RNA/DNA pair

Finding the answers to the questions, mysteries all being cleared up by dead air

I hollered in Honky Tonks, Ends were more near than I knew, makes you squirm

All ready to defend yet don’t observe a threat in the money pit, blind as a worm.

Brilliant being older and wiser than everybody outside of your soulful grey eyes

Pills injected into the joints of arms and legs just because you were all so happy

All Tuscan birds give the plain-Jane account a flavor-flava type of vibe, all good

Any mind devoid of the knowledge of good & evil is alien to the civilized hood.

Hair has gone lost with the wind but it’s fine being bald, no brush, pick or comb

Memory of the covered-up pate too long ago to recall, except for the chilly tomb

Inside of the skull, in the mind of whichever group of memories are allowed air.

The finale’s final curtain draws after bows, for the encore, the cast disappears.

Complete circle of 360 degrees of curvature from point to point of faux infinity

No matter and no form are required for the Soul, which is a zero, empty entity

We’ll see what comes from the causes that made the effects unsustainable too

Ways and Means of the battles to win at all costs, all in my two hands, I am Foo.

Holidays are now the Holy Days, every single angel rolling in a daze, above it all

Below it all, there’s the destination, the dead star’s sand, call it a beach or a ball

Products to be sold to the idiots who trade their blood, sweat & tears for Crack

Splitting the skull, cracks filled in with slippery slime of snots from Face Smack.

Bricks used to build and thrown to window break the stained glass into shards

Perfect on bull’s eyes, stuck right in the middle of the target, paper tiger bards

Grieve for the loss of the grief you’ll never know, it’s not your rodeo of broncos

Locomotion to the wall, barrier invisible yet impenetrable, danger for all foes.

Predicates shifting gears to obfuscate the clarity of presence in Time and Space

Weapons engaged, last man standing is and was always me, love in my face

Silly or serious as people tend to be, growing up in America like nowhere else

All you see is all you get, dial in your mother and your father on this, Shells.

Watch my two hands because they’re quicker than your eyes, you can’t see ‘em

I’m invisible to everyone but you, you will never lay vision on two feet of dumb

Words unspoken due to incapability or insusceptibility culture cancellation fits

Reverting to foreskin in a garden of Eden or other paradise lost, Labrea tar pits.

Your educated guess to solve the conundrum is spot on & won’t be squandered

Grew the trees from scratch, seed & planet ashes, inner volatility we rocked ‘er

Think back to original time you wondered what was goin’ on here now, it’s done

Walked away or ran right into the sweet spot where everyone comes to be One.

Drinking and eating to defalcating and urinating, reason and rhyme, night & day

Known the unknown as it was my own offspring, I loved the mothers, kids came

Under burning stars, sun & moon when I was there in a #BlueDot, Albert & Ray

Fathers of the mothers, yearning daughters, heavy traffic, moon full, omega day!

by

r j j stephan i

c. Dimanche, 11-2-2025 AD @ 111 PMPST

{Dropped out the sky jammin’ to @Santana #AllThatIAM cd youTube

link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8B6qkuxcZc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?