#FirstContact #Avalanche Where is #MA? #WhichWayIsUpAnyways? @SteelyDan #LostTraxFOUND #GameOfLove

DEAD, GONE, CRASHED

Love changed into the opposite once lost, it’s abandonment by your old mama, big boy
I’m talking about you, yes, the one who has blind faith in impossible plays with the toy
Life is that, causes effects in relationships with tie-dyed t-shirts & a left over tattoo scar
Attention is arrested for several moments, I think I am, you think I am, we think we are.

If and only if you can’t see the forest through the trees, back up & go above & beyond It
Past the hemisphere’s stratosphere of rhythm & blues, titillating the tantalized digit byte
Rain came down, dried up into lakes & rivers, streams of the conscious & grateful dead
Lying down or getting laid while lying about the nature of a Truth, dream in a ghost head.

Bent over because I was forced against my will, I will not stay down for long, I am backward
Tonight and every long day’s evening, I close my eyes & trust I’ll awake again in my backyard
Fear that I will not loathe enough to repel the good, bad and the ugly every single one of ‘em
Give me saddle bags full of greenbacks, y’all lifted it all out of the Safe Place of us & them.

I had a soul that I sold for a piece of silver & gold, dirty wealth of the gods, left it on Earth’s
Had to deposit the remains of what I’ve said & done in a box, in an urn or buzzard’s grunts
Real or fake news remains the same, recovered what happened, historical tattle tale robot
Bliss or not, love gained & lost reductio ad absurdum, realizing this is a bunch of bull’s shot.

Shot all of my bullets into the bull’s eye of the target, smack in the middle, loved long-genes
One memory of reality being a mysterious, dark place innocent babies conceive 208 bones
Dead and gone, Jesus Christ, Gautama Buddha, Larry, Moe-Moe & Curly Joe for the guffaws
I couldn’t hold y’all in my head or heart, tragic comedy I laughed about, dead & gone paws.

Boredom and the high IQ intellect reached for the stars & I found you there in a jelly roll jar
Y’all sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers all can’t see my hot-wheel car
I worshiped you, you recollect that puddle I covered with my velvet cape, passion burnt it
Dried & nearly blown-away dust to be, I peaked in to make certain, devils still worship chit.

Ending at the beginning of the saga, the tale repeats ad infinitum without recourse or finale
On being all too human, all reasonable remnants of Adam & Eve have come & gone on Sale
Coming and going is the way of the Earth’s spin, we’re on a plane of orbit about a Hot Blaze
That’s the God without which we’re frozen chards of glass, coded RNA to survive the craze.

Acid for you and for me, pretending that the Void around us & our presence means squat
Just because that’s the evidence left in the archeology & anthropology, only a rabbit carrot
Grown in stardirt, underground vegetable grown out of cosmic wavelengths & frequencies
All in the neighborhood of metropolitan wood or the sticks between DNA of extinct species.

Pierce the skin and bone with a pointed metal tool for battle, all threats for a mayhem sort
Piled up onto a pyre for bone-dust, remains until the four winds blew, all too humane abort
No Time left in Space, eyes shut off the light from Outerspace, judgement not so much, so
Fools find out finally that they’ve been duped, blind faith covered-up the annihilation blow.

Will this go around in circles as it has forever or will it explode or implode at the bitter end?
Guess away, it’s as good as mine or Socrates or the Pope of gods, true falsehood got bent
In reverie, I orbit in reverse of all eclectic, lopsided megalomaniacs, evolved via extinction
Language invented scratching on cave walls & in red dirt, upon the rock & stoned musician.

Drunk as much liquid as possible, recycling the flow of ebb within, psycho-babble unfurled
It’s above and below all we know, core to stratosphere, that’s it and there’s never a doubt
If you can’t make it here on Earth, you can’t make it anywhere else in the system’s world
Hence, as above, so below, enjoy the slow ride, it’s quick at the end, it’s a good walk-about.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, 2-16-2026 A.D. @ 711 AMPST

{ Copped this out the universe while jammin’ to @WarrenHayes #LiveAtBonnaroo on LOOP link @ https://youtu.be/QKKxadXaBCo?list=OLAK5uy_kN959Nc8gKEzILctge-jcsHxsuo9l7Y5E  & UFO Endgame To Disclosure link  @ https://youtu.be/AyaFdNYgX7Q?si=iz3I0YX-npLXWg8b   }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

G O D  F O R B I D

 

@WarrenHaynes #ThatsAllSheWrote #LiveAtBonnaroo #HerdHaiku #DangerousTruth #XratingBaiting

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

BEST KEEP OFF GRASS

It’s all about what’s here and now with or without you, since I can’t reductio ad absurdums

At least not unless the price is right, then I might abuse the words into rational conclusions

Pinstripes to dig upon the uniform or ruffles and tight jeans that kick up the dust of the boys

You know them, other parents’ children who don’t get reigned in from the gangland voices.

Playing the songs that make your heart jump, and your voice begins to rattle & hum the plot

About birds and bees, your mother and father succeeded in their quest for a cosmic maximum

Walking & running around whenever necessary, all I need is a finite, insufficient ad infinitum

Meaning nothing with your smile, other than I made you happy to see me, need a Jose shot.

Eventually after the attraction, the touching and filling in blanks until the kids' come about

Hearts fell, knocked boots many times but not as many as I would have if I had no fake doubt

Preparation for the dealing of the casino’s choice for raking in the House’s take, all of it y’all

Simple minds both inside and outside my own skull, in the end extinction, just a dream bawl.

Bold and shy gold-diggers lookin’ for easy street without paying a dime for an invested nugget

Gold is the remnant of the Big Bang, you now it, I know it, we all just don’t really care, phuqit

Wrong or right is important if you need to get past that first impression, so show your left right

Always whether anyone alive likes it or not, I have no fear of making an error, 6th sense sight.

If you aren’t the cause then you’re the effect, accept responsibility for everything you cause

Children illegitimate or not, a carbon-dioxide thruster as designed by an evolutionary pause

Big Bang to the Tiny Whimper, matter and the forms wound into the shapes of the humane

Legs and arms to help the feet and hands utilize themselves as tools leading to pretty pain.

She knows what a perfect day looks like so she helps me get it from wakin’ up to noddin’ out

I know what I think, therefore I am and it’s not nice to fool mother nature nor the ai unknown

What I want to be is what I already am, hence I succeeded just like findin’ precious goldness

Deep down like close to the core of Earth, where the diamonds lie buried in frozen darkness.

Now then, remember the parties down by the rivers you’ve lived near, from Seattle to Cool

West Coast of the USA is the red solo cup of the gods, I’ve been invited to keggers in school

Party from 8 to 1, then only one place to roll, home to bed, all undercover with Blues on low

First and last, a whiff of air makes an infant cry at first bite, blinded by all the lightening flow.

If you know then you know, that means if you don’t know by now, you’ll probably never know

Y’all! Cash money can’t buy everything but even if that’s true, you can buy a truck and a boat

Good luck, good job, good luck, good credit, good luck, good stuff to ride in and to live in, yet

I’m missing the one who left me in the cold, she took everything I had, drove it away, you bet.

Why I’ll never know that she did it because she believed a rumor & it wasn’t true but worked

She hates me forever now, even if she found out it was a lie, her hate rules her mind, forked

Like a tongue all forked & it means lying through the teeth is natural, two faces of the truth

No matter what they think, all I do is necessary and sufficient in my argument to forsoothe.

You own every step you take on Earth, there’s no feeling sorry for yourself this time around

Karma requires you to even up the pros and cons, so everything turns to nirvana’s ground

Employees and employers fill the functions of intention and power to move matter to a sea

As magic implies, a wish and a magic word or phrase materialize chit that should never be.

Counting and spelling to prove civilized pedigree or something like that, a high class broad

Or upstate and downriver from Mississippi up to Montana, all H2O is alive in a motherlode

Earned or stolen valor allows a privilege of respect for your riskin’ your life for our freedom

Nothing else matters, broke halo of pain & suffering with nirvana, heaven above ’ll become.

Way is narrow but I ain’t fallin’ away from the path, I see the prize at the end of the star trek

No word for the thing itself, it’s no secret but it has no sound that matches it’s form & shape

If you know then you know, if you don’t know then you’re either gonna get it or take a pill

Not only you but millions of others may never know the Truth before death, by God I will.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Valentine’s Day 2-14-2026 A.D. @411 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @Eric_Church #CaughtInTheAct #Creepin’ link @ https://youtu.be/bkjedhzKHwk?si=2sEQDv2BwQoIBcwD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ApplesOfPureWisdom #ShootinCoonSmiles #LetsMoveTheParty #HillbillyDeluxe @BrooksAndDunne @RUSH #HITS

#WorldWormsOrignalSins

CARRION REVERSED DNA  PREDATOR RULES

I found some things that all people threw out as refuse, trash & garbage, black diamonds

For no reason at all, there’s a back story from beginning to end that sounds like mortal sins

Eating apples of wisdom & creating secret societies to hide from the Kings’ & Queens’ ruling

So, thrust your hands deep into the crevice of the slate plates, it’s an earthquaking thing.

Finding all you’ve ever wanted since the day you were born, it’s back home to the darkness

No light in a womb or light in deep space, homecoming for all & more where it came from

I know what I’ve always known, the Truth, I forgot about it and it came right back in a dream

Tears that cried out of my eyes came without a warning, no onions or sad news upstream.

All above is the same as below, on an imaginary plane, orbit a burning atomic bomb in time

Days are the spins back to nights, revolutionary orbit of the system of the ups and downs

Head count, billions more or less, if we were worms for the fishermen to high on the fjords

Aliens are merely the unfamiliar, unknown out of sensory perception & minor major chords.

Peeps through a tiny hole in a fence yields the scenes nobody cares to see for free, curtains

We all gotta go sometime, if you’re lucky nobody will require your deadly self-defense pins

Walking softly and carrying a big stick works more often than not, it’s an element of surprise

If a bully or an evil spirit from a ditch, attempts to unleash havoc, I end the intent, evil sighs.

With or without a confidence, my body grooves into the required presence, then goes caput

Power moved the objects back to their original nature, innocent and benign for all output

Standing tall, upright except for a pain stabbing in my one bad leg, it’ll be just fine, I’m high

Before we all were born, this planet existed, I believe, it’ll still be here when we croak & die.

Pills and smoke in the air to assuage the savage beast’s mental & physical perturbations

Hell’s got no muddy or dirty lining, it’s imaginary as a fear of heights, all mortality signals

Reminding us all, some forget about it & some don’t, stay awake never woke as mongrels

Walk through fire is where I draw the line, burns don’t heal, I ain’t doin’ it, punish my sins.

Nobody is somebody else or maybe it’s me or you, a nobody with no idea to draw in sand

Bonding and detachment have their uses, tools to assist the production of Love & Bliss

All of it was mine to imbibe so that’s what I did, down the hatch & out the back patch kiss

Around 360 degrees more or less, repetitive circular jerk of empty space, evidence at hand.

Laughing at the jokes while there’s still time to groove, sooner or later somebody will rise

Up or down, in and out, it’s what they told us when they didn’t know anything about it all

Time to go, tick tock on the clock or digits warping zero to nine & every digit of the free fall

As if you jumped off of a cliff because the murderers chased you without free choice lies.

On the way down, Earth becomes closer than it’s ever been since childbirth’s conception

I am using clear language that cannot be misinterpreted by the good, the bad or the ugly

Sacrosanct of the sacro-sanctions is the infraction against suicide of the inner ghost flip

An unmoved mover began the whole shebang, what’s left but the universe’s battleship.

Ringing bells to signal the things that are important to flash to the living, dead don’t care

You cannot awaken the dead no matter how loud the noise is, play it loud here and there

Finding the diamonds in the rough is the whole point, a game with rules to break or follow

Above & below, it’s One & Many things all at once, Time, Space in & out, I’m all of It, Bro!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, February XIII^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST  #InTheGroove

{ Crafted this from the chit that’s leftover from the Big Bang, while jammin’ to #TheCompleteSTAXVoltSingles1959To1968 link @ https://youtu.be/4hINCqqUc8Q?si=tSVRh3BB9nJObyJP & @JimmyBuffett with @JesseWinchester @AlanTrousant on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8KRHtQNUDK4?si=uT39CM5xOlXIjtbU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MindYourOwnBusiness #MYOB #DoNotDisturbPeaceOnEarth

WHEN THE SUN SINKS DOWN

OVER THE WATER

CARRION KILLS FOR ALL EAGLETS & PUPS

From the bottom of my little ol' heart, there's a spark alit & if you KNOW then you know it all

In any quadrant of the 3rd dimension, there's an infinite number of points equal to infinity

All of the four separate but equal like every human being & other life forms short and tall

Whereever you've been and whenever you get the dawn getting golden exposing humanity.

I've no axe to grind, I've been head of an extinct gang of Gaydroid's existence without fear

At eight miles high above the planet Earth's north wind and too hot to handle, holy hot fire

Not only is the Truth accurate but also it's a distortion of what it is, as temptations of balls

Somebody is anybody you know or not, famous, unknown and unrecorded on cave walls.

All of y'all have known these facts of life since y'all were almost thirteen, eyes wide opened

Innocence stolen right out of nowhere, didn't even know of the guilty pleasure until I said

What in the name of the creator of heaven and Earth is goin' on with this climactic, fat head

What would you do if this happened to you?  Put yourself in my place, a letter I will send.

It says nothing you'd ever heard of, it's not a repeatable experiment, trust nobody hotrods

The other choice is don't trust anybody, trust noone alive on Earth or on a satellite in Space

Causes and effects aren't the same with the gravitational & orbital forces, invisible as gods

Never believe you'll discover the Truth when you die, you gotta find it while alive in a face.

Your cups of tea may or may not be identical, high probability the cups are of china & usa

Places in Space in the dimensional volume, visited or not, all created out of us all essay

Punks on the corners or garage clubhouses in or out of the farmland & blackboard jungle

Where babies of illegitamacy and the shrapnel of the incidental, poriferal damage bugle.

Hit the high notes and sink down fast in the quicksand B flats and F sevenths & sharp E

Up and down the scale of the Do's Re's & Me's it goes above as below, A, B, C,D,E,F,G

You can't make this scat up man, but this is the way it is, the logrhythm causes the run

Worrisome only if you forget the facts of life, that will bring you upon the doom, not fun.

Y'all give me three more steps than I've ever had before to get clear of the back door

I'm not gonna lie to you like I've lied to myself to preserve my tenative sanity, heretofor

Scared & fearing for my life & trembling like buds on a bush, big bully gave me the door

Hence, my trackless exit couldn't be followed by the best private dick, starin' down a .44.

Anyhow, all things are the way they are for some eternal reason, it's not my wheelhouse

All I have is the conscious awareness inherited by the grace of a God, the gods or Apes

Don't shoot the messenger with your arrows or bullit rounds, I'd rather cut the rug tonight

With or without Linda Lou, man, I know I said it before but well, excuse me, I need a bite.

I asked the bully if he wanted to go have some pizza or just give me 3 steps to the door

Instinctual charm that saved my life, nearly lost with no trace, confessional barroom floor

Must have had it locked in my DNA, I didn't know I coud run that fast on concrete or tar

But I believe I did the 100 yard dash in 9.4 seconds, give or take 5 tiks to my Camaro car.

The only possible way to catch my flight is that I exceed my limitation, spine, brain-mind

Dead man's curve or counter-clockwise on the track, I'm a man who cares as a 3rd kind

Close encounter with the favors I've owed from the past incarnations, all evened up now

Zero owed and zero lent, feels like FREEDOM, as God's ICBM is about to blow and glow.

The failsafe is two isolated wills to power agreeing on annhilating the civilized & astral ash

No reason to fret about this realization, it'll happen even if you totally forget about the cash

Cause has cleared the palat and now awaits recognition to repeat doom ad infinitum ala run

No escape today or tomorrow, couldn't have done it yesterday, it's a twilight zone's 6 gun.

Mean what you say, I'll know what you mean, ain't nothin' stoppin the Many from being One

Regarding the light and the darkness when it's gone behind a blue blocker, still cunning son

Knowledge and any wisdom we may glean from the raw matter & energy, life is but a dream

Messenger alogrhythm aligns Mercury with Jupiter and a drop down menu says, I Am Him!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, February 11th, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked open this egg while jammin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #ThatSmell & primavera classics on youTube link @https://youtu.be/nG0GjjakjaU?si=paHv4t4r73hgiSTD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@SuperbowlLX #Commercials2026 @Meatloaf #LetMeSleepOnIT @JanAndDean #DragCity #Thunderstruck by #LaFlaca @Santana @Skynyrd concert

LA  FLACA

OR  

superbowl lx

 find my happy

ONE BOWL OF SUPERMEN & SUPERWOMEN IN A BUGATTI

I can move as an animated bag of 208 bones, both up & down ala fire

Nevermore to repeat the never afore mentioned on a hot funeral pyre

Hating things that happened doesn’t prevent the hot recurrence of it all

Coming from nowhere you’ve ever been, between my ears in this skull.

Hysterical as you’ll be once Time itself disappears from your radar, it will

Believe it or not, no blind faith in reports ala the living, check the graves

Time above ground leaves no doubt about how long buried down under

Us & them, we’ll cut the lawns over hot-spots’ labeled granite blunders.

Years since birth to the year of finality’s death-call, resting underground

Check the hippies’ long hair for bugs, electronic or insecticide resistant

Marvelous as it appears at first blush, first glance is the 2nd glance of It

Superbowl after the first fifty-nine winners and losers, smell of bull chit.

Remarkable and above reproach, morality and ethics of the Pope & Czar

Miracles of the dead folks who were born, raised & died drinkin’ in a car

Tell the Truth, the absolute one not the relative one, do not clap the dap

Completely furious about the Great Lie, immortality is dead man’s clap.

You and the rest of y’all who worship the silver & gold, no darker black

Or lighter white to see when the sun goes down, without fire or power

It’s a matter of campfires, chasin’ away thieves, scavengers of war spoils

If you think your life is tough, it’s paradise to dead ancestors’ dirty toils.

No form that life may occupy, no place in Space is the Void’s cosmic sea

Nothing else anywhere in another dimension of timing space, no doubt

What part of the English language is unclear about the nature of reality

Setting sun is a name for disappearance of shine as Earth spins about.

Finish the fait au complet whatever that entails, deduce a happy ending

No mystery and soon common knowledge to all, humans are dreaming

Sleeping at night and death brings the eternal essence to bear, all to be

Count, spell, theorize until you mesmerize the idiot-morons in the scree.

Being beautiful and good is a tool to barter for the desires & royal needs

It is a critical theory which isn’t necessarily a Truth at all, the race is on

On the first turn or just before the backstretch of backstreet older boys

Re-center your attention, arrest it by the shore of tranquility, Zen ploys.

If & only if you don’t mind, so feel free to annoy me with a questioner

As if I don’t have another thought in my head other than you, yes sir

You may be with or without a high IQ, it matters little in rigor mortis ill

Turning the living clay back into the dust it gleaned out the Big Bang kill.

Now is the time, here is the place it all turns from water into red wine

Wish you were not who you’ve turned out to be but that’s the breaks

You reap what you sow & if you sow bad seed, you reap rotten ol’ crop

All the same, even if you have a bumper crop, y’all live to eat our cakes.

Crime to disobey the rules & laws of the middle road because of karma

A ledger keeping track of the good, the bad and the ugly from a trauma

Being conceived & born in 9 months is a miracle, like walking on water

From there, being detached from the chord, being independent of Her.

Mother Nature or your mama from another sister, is all but sacrosanct

In retrospect of the Present that followed the recent & distant Past time

Presence is Past immediately once you draw a breath & pack a suitcase

Feeling sunshine transforming my dead face back into the human race.

I was nineteen & then I saw it turn to sixty-nine, city to country river run

Starting line to the finish, I inherited a fine IQ to circumnavigate the fun

Training taught the rules & regulations, muscles strengthened, mind too

All the power stored within will be summoned to assist unto death’s flu.

High as the stratosphere & low as the Earth’s core, Nothing else matters

All of the causes and ill effects of relationships with a myriad of 96 tears

By the time the Crying’s over, everything that lived decomposes in synch

Atoms matter in form, day, swing or night shift, divinity all pretty in Pink.

by

r j j stephan i 

c. February 4th 2026 AD at 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this nutshell while jammin’ to #ALoveSupreme by @John_Coltrane link for youTube https://youtu.be/dAUIV_fwrmI & @BruceSpringsteen #OnlyTheStrongSurvive on youTube link https://youtu.be/lTRS-dNAgvA?si=5DENmBw4LTVlwTWQ }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

S P R I N G S T E E N

CHEVROLET CORVETTE

B I G   S M O

son of a bucket

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