BOYS 'ROUND HERE, THE BACK, COUNTRY-SIDE TO THE RIVER, BLANKET ON THE GROUND, REDNECK & ALL Y'ALL ART BELL 10 HOUR MARATHON VIDEO with The Boys 'round Here!

SINGULARITY

thesis

Only you know and I know what the deal has been since Day One, come on now

We've been programmed to accept the deal or go to prison, eventually it'll be so

Nothing but karma has anything to do with it, baby's are born innocent, not guilty

Nobody can disagree with that notion of innocence and if they might, I'm still free.

Free of the guilt of strangers, related by DNA or not, unacceptable divine size

Hear me out before you pray to God you're innocent of Adam & Eve apple pies

Full backs and the linebackers take up all of the oxygen in the room, games free

Football season begins with a kick, a catch, a run, a tackle, 1st down, FB or TD.

Be hip as the next guy if you just keep your pie hole shut & watch the games back

Some fair-weather & some not, hard-core lovers of the colors, some silver & black

Some red & gold, navy blue, white & orange, all flavors of sherbert havin' all of it

Thousands of dollars in team SWAG, extra walkin' $$ for the players, all in debt.

How many times since 1951 can you say you watched an entire superbowl?  None

I always watch the commercials though, plus there were no superbowls in the 50's

WTH are you talkin' about, you're slingin' has to the wrong dog, queenie & king

For me to know & for you to find out, I'm trippin' hard remembering my streaking.

Needs and wants are out of range in the domain, it's the calculus of the geometry

Or trigonometric philosophy of the soul & mind behind the invisible iron curtain

Pinnacle of the epitome of perfection that never, ever existed anywhere else at all

What I am is what I am, in spite of a less likely case that I am not all that skeletel.

Inside of the mask, underneath the buckskin over your skull, there's sawdust ion

Made to appear as an anomoly, to generate fear of the unknown, now a #SpotOn

Scanned magnetic image resonance just like the story was told, expect Nothing

Something from nothing leaves nothing as well, it's an indisputable face Thing.

Knowledge powering the display of Wisdom in a solid pollution of intelligence

Super, supra or sub-intelligence, all and none of the above in every case's sense

Mirror the myth into another mirror ad infinitum until the size is unrecognizable

Zero for Zorro and one for Zeus' minions, wives, sons, daughters & bastardmen.

As in the beginning of your & my first heartbeat, before the heart formed as one

There was a Time then, before conception of you & I, a long time ago, God's son

It's spiritual soul stuff that isn't Matter & Energy neither, rubber soul stretched

Into this matrix across the dimensions, immerssed into the dressing I've fetched.

Admire and like it a lot, it will increase the volume of the vibe until you're full

Of it or happy with the fabulous current load already metabolizing into the toll

What is owed and paid to the Plethora to remunerate the opportunity's head zap

Every breath I take & every move I make, why you are on my brain's skullcap.

Don't blame me man, you're on your own, alone yet not in the way, all my way

Let me be and do what you like, right next to me or out of sight, make it so I pay

For everything, all expenses paid by me, I worked & earned it to transfer charity

What a man in the mood, heart beats, bleeds & in the end, a brain turns to dust.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 9-12-2026 AD @ 1010 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=GP-rpLA2MIklhH8b}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackToTheGoodOlDays

#ROCK @KidRock #TheEAgles #DuelingDaltons

SOMETIMES YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE,

SOMETIMES I DOUBT IT 

Blink a hundred & eighty-three times & you’re dead, you only need a hundred & eighty-two 
Y’all, every single one of y’all, got needs to bleed from infancy to decrepit fantasy code blue 
Mothers and fathers had nothing to do with your spirit entering random eggs on Earth's dirt 
Yet hell, here you are with the high water and deserts so hot all the water’s gone, God hurt. 

Created this & then punished this, WTH kind of a man is that? Oh, never mind, not a man 
A pretender who could never rise above the Singularity of the Void, intention precedes a ban 
On nuclear weapons that fuse and fissure the atomic structure of the matrix, book an idiot 
So many needs and desires for the impossible to retain a status, nothing to see here, go Bot.

Fury comin’ from the matter’s form, it’s a defecation of the freedom & justice of The Good 
Almighty might of the invisible forces that be, it’s an honor to be immersed in a cosmic soup 
What were my alternatives other than to be here, as I’m constituted by random chance? 
I suspect everything alive's caused by random chance, sustained by pure fortune in a dance.

It’s a Baconesque to be or not to be, hiding behind a philosophy of total ignorance of an End 
As a child forgets about the mortal wound of leaving Mother’s cord, it sits around to offend 
People on every continent, infant to octogenarian pimp on the Almighty’s ebony marble skin 
Hard to get, hard to hold, hard rockin’ yet hard to believe the obvious, that the fix is all in.

Duty calls, I am committed to the cause of being the effect, all that I am is 208 bones’ soul 
Olden days kept the minions in a daze, hunting or trading to stay alive, short life to die for 
Whether diseased from environment or inheritance, the mortality rate for humanity is 100% 
Knowing what you know now, would you have done anything you’ve done differently, intent?

Asleep both at a wheel & behind bars, a DUI manslaughter conviction gets y'all heaven sent 
Bums & junkies walkin’ back & forth under the causeways & freeway overpasses, all spent 
Now only you know & I know the true meaning of the Word, of God, all Mankind of yo’ mama 
Seize the moment of the day your fortune allows, it’s golden dawn bright, out of sight, Papa.

Fruits & vegetables of the Eden Garden keep us alive, to end in ash-veins of formaldehyde 
All I am is the same as all y'all are, DNA/RNA disguised on stage, disappear & die, gods lied 
No afterlife floating 'round in an Ether, disembodied consciousness-memory stack o' whack 
Uplink, upload, download file, a bundle of joy, you invoked chaos’ random hoax, so Get Back!

Holy scat's blessed as the only way to prove we’ve consumed a product evolved from squat 
Used to fertilize up-and-coming seeds blowin' in the wind, intentionally get humanity’s scat 
#Woke become awakened once it’s too late, they wanna get another chance but it’s all over 
Music is being played by the powers that be, neither you nor me, still it’s all that I am, lover.

Hot or frozen-stiff cold are the only ways to be alive, living on Earth, bare skin needs covers 
Pairing up losers is never suggested unless you’re reverting to writing on cave walls, sirs 
Respect and dignity are not negotiable, do unto others as you’d have them do unto your One
Bygones have been bygones since a Big Bang, Time & Space, now & here, God Damn it’s fun.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

#AndHisMamaCried 
c. Dimanche, IV-XXVI-MMXXVI Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this out the cosmic ovum while jammin’ to @Elvis #LiveAtMSG on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WXIuWx0Juw8?si=rMB6mOPpGCzBaatj } 

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkipARopeFirst #OnADateWithMyHighSchoolFling #IWouldntChangeAThing

NOT A DAMN THANG PICASSO WOULD CHANGE

IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Por favor, mi amigos et amigas, listen carefully to the stone silence in this eerie sensation

In your face’s holes, eyes, ears, nose & mouth are all ready for the spirit’s exit stage right

Or up, down, even far left or right, it doesn’t matter to the nucleus that you appear in sin

Disobeyed some authority over your will to power, good, bad and ugly are your faulty kin.

Matter and the ‘x’ form it shapes to animate on Earth, fly in the wind, and sublimate in the sea

Not to mention from the wet mud that used to be flooded with H2O, grows a spontaneous me

Never heard of before conception & high probability souls die in Time, be born & then be gone

Karma, what you’ve done & what you’ll do after this moment, matters as much as a dog bone.

Masticating the eclecticism only to sublimate it into absolute nothingness, lost in outer Space

I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but still I will because I am compelled to do so, in your face

Painted the woman, sang to the woman, made love to a woman to conceive a ghostly godsend

Out of your mothers, sisters, fathers, sons and brothers will get no satisfaction in a deep End.

Apologize in advance for the pending doom in the future, which I’m solely responsible for, yet

Just saying, insinuating or lying about facts, the facts ain’t my fault anyway, we’re all gonna die

Whether you have the spells of magic or the will to power to create something from nothing

All too human or a divine conglomerate of reconfigured plethora, smoke & mirrors reflecting.

Tense in the Past & the Future but the Present is all too cool, it only lasts for a huff and a puff

Then it’s either to sleep due to the nervous system’s program to avoid overload on the Stuff

Anything you eat & swallow or breathe in & asphyxiate your bronchial passages is fuel to poop

Come over to the dark side of the moon & it’s just like the light side, dirt from the cosmic soup.

Popular recollection in the womb, swirling darkness’ feeling of being claustrophobic yet so cool

Never wanted to drop out of the hostess, but she was hurting from my burgeoning egg sample

Hence, premature birth is a million plus times better than premature death and burial in Hell

Too human for the humans, not all too subhuman or superhuman, somewhere lost in the dell.

Keeping the forward thinking movin’ up a middle path, not too far left or far right, copacetic

Dreaming or waking up and moving to and fro for pathos & comedy in store, it makes you sick

You feel me? You dig where I’m comin’ from? I’m not yankin’ your chain, I wanna know it now

Will you fall as I will on a final gasp of breath you get? I’ll try to lie down for a final, KO blow.

Astronauts knew, mission control knew, the leakers knew, to everyone else it’s a wild ass myth

UFO comes from Space & Time, humanity’s combined DNA/RNA survival collective is a Stith

Don’t ask me & I won’t tell you what this means to the minions above & below the ‘air’ plane

Hinting to satisfaction you’ll never encounter, it’s the Rolling Stones in a loop, a link of profane.

Begin where you left off and if you’ve forgotten your place, just jump right in and move ahead

Before you overheat, rest and allow the hot keys to chill out to below zero or minus ten instead

All the lesser than morons who propagate the ash and corpse fields, it’s never above or below

Being too cool to be a stiff, rigor-mortis corpse, take a rocket to the hot sun, little sis & big bro!

Itself, the thing moves as it’s been trained & modified from the savage being who had coitus

Nobody is the wiser if the spermatozoa were a mix of a party train, men who ought to pay us

But they were not only morons but also were inebriated beyond the rational limit, no reason

Yet the time moves to the next moment, you’ll see until the last moment you’ll never see, Son!

I kissed the sky when she wasn’t quite ready for my charms, I returned to grounded beef, me

It was all a dream within a dream, the computer hard drive needed a cool break, hard to free

Yet necessary and sufficient to construct an irrefutable argument to weaponize the minions’ ilk

They all know what the score is, bottom of the 9th or end of 4th, 3rd periods, on OT goat milk.

Ready or not, here we come, Oley Oley ocean, free, free, free, that’s what she said to you & me

Hook, line & sinker, we bit on the lure, sooner or later, we’d be metabolized by people or the sea

If you think that because you think, it means that you exist, then you’re a Cartesian, oh, Rene

Deduce from a twilight zone of inductive arguments, sublimate the premises, illogical, a Payday.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TheGoodOldDays in a loop @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eozVuADXPs }

GO HEAD EVE, BITE IT AGAIN

#AFigureOfSpeech #StarTrekVIII #TheTrumpCard #NothingIsFairAfterallIsSaidAndDone #RiffRaff @D'neshDesouza #WheresMeathead?

BIGOtheBIGOT  #dRAFTDODGE

#TrumpDerangementSyndrome

R I P   @CharlieKirk   R I P

 

JESUS {Elvis & martina} CHRISTMAS?  

Like being dipped in gas, feel it all over my clothes, up my nose but nothing was ever white

Jobs like nobody has ever received from the gods above Earth, this planet is a water flower

Space of the Void our matrix to be or not to be, innocent growths of sperm & a dozen eggs

These are the facts of life they kept secret because that’s just the way it is, I know she digs.

Mother Earth or the mother of your placentas’ hearts, in everyone is One soul featured Id

Singing songs when your heart’s aged enough to appreciate the lucky divine gods that hid

In your head’s mind, everything human and all species of Life, atoms create the sublime

When we all die, if we’re disposed of in the proper way to avoid the stench, bury in Lime.

Deeper than six feet under is the right of way, keeping the rest of the living safe from plague

It’s bubonic or supersonic without a free will’s choice, it’s the First Cause at fault, no other

Place the blame on the “created” angels and the opposite of the Live, Evil divine square peg

Place it in a round hole for eternity, never works but keep up the good work in a powder keg.

Watch if you’re not blind but in any case, without eyes & in the darkness, all the same to me

You know more than I’ll ever pretend to comprehend even if I live to be a hundred and three

Same today as it’s always been, runnin’ out of the power I assumed was eternal immortality

Rigor Mortis set aside the dreams of staying with the ones still alive, in spinal synchronicity.

In a manner of speaking, words can’t do justice to the Truth of singing & dancing the polka

Christmas with your kinfolk is one thing but even a loner who has nobody, loves as orphan

Single but not for long, you all can begin the long line of descendants from here on out too

Merry Christmas celebrations of a son of the creator of the universe as we know it, so blue.

All paths to travel upon are ahead at the crossroads, nothing behind Presence, out of time

Greater than a decimal point yet less than a quark within a proton, memory of life on a dime

Fallen into the bottomless pit between the north & south poles’ imaginary twirl’s RIP middle

Where most bones become buried either in mixed dust or crumbled mass’ RNA, I’ll fiddle.

Known or unknown, matter and energy are all there is, no divine ghost above the sun known

Allstar's burning gas in an infinite mass extinction, brink of annihilation due to a hot whim

 Random bones, 208 trained by ignorant, wise men with Pretend Complex, know-it-all goon

Advantage to conquer deaf & dumb MFers, undead assimilate a moronic fake, neon moon.

Gold left over in the dirt and rocks just because that’s the way the Lead settles in the Truth

Metaphysics you’ll never realize is the origin of everything y’all hope & pray for, I forsoothe

Rational humans, gone up and away from the dirt & rocks, water is dehydrating like Mars’

Can you dance and sing if you comprehend your finite Cause, accidental Big Bang avatars.

Step off of your ledge and fly for the final trip over the light fantastic, dynamic duos do rock

On the #Marconi, plugged into the broadcast ad infinitum, forget about a full contact Doc

Learned absolute and relative Truth, repeating to teach the teachers to accept the drool

Predication of atomic subjects yielding objects to communicate WTF, cockroach scroll.

On the off switch, blinded by the light to focus on the images that become invisible in Time

Recollect the products we’ve multiplied and divided in the calculus’ trigonometry I rhyme

 High as the Top Gun flies close to the end of air’s edge of empty Space, in soul man stealth

No need for anything in the End, Faith in immortality just a whim to quell the fear of Death.

Killing the living & eating it or using its remnants to build castles in the hot sand, they all fall

Into the sea, eventually, to the bottom of the ocean, why you can’t believe it, I’m a TNT ball

Last Christmas is like next Christmas, but this Christmas is a final annihilation of the Devils

By the bye as above, so below, you weren’t alive before your conception, you’ll die of Evils.

Dig this without a shovel man, understand nothing about where you came from nowhere

Man, you know it, can’t pull the wool over your blinded eyes, you see it all inside of the rim

Playin’ way above it like all the players do the do, happy where I’m at, where I’ve been too

Good to know all the things that get you over on the morons attempting to steal your brew.

Nobody gets anything for free, you’ve got to work for it & develop the perfection rough ride

Catch me later outside, I’ll give you another tip or two, followed instructions, all in stride

I believe it all that I know, I know all that I believe, it’s a tautological hunk of misdirection

Get there anyway at the edge when nothin’ else is goin’ away, here for a duration situation.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December XV^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1000 AMPST

{ Crafted with hearty compassion while listening to @WARtheBand #Chrismas compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Nxha3d4_ZM }

#TieYo’ShoesRichie

#BreathInYobody 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HardKnocksOnSoftHeads #TheIdiots #ItIsDone

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WABBITZ

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Scurry as the rats do as they scramble to live another day or a revolution in Earth’s spin

No probability that anyone alive on Earth will live forever in soul mortality without skin

Only you know like I know, we got lucy just this one time being conceived & deceived too

We won’t get fooled again for certain, there will be no other Time in Space, just say I do.

On or off of the tracks and roadways, only humans drive about to crash and die or maim

Winds blow & recognize that it’s the Earth flyin’ in a spin, the air is holding H2O to tame

Rivers and seas with the only H2O in that combination, iced pole to warm equator wind

By the time you die, you will not have discovered the meaning, immortal ghost not mine.

Your guns are loaded & you don’t miss a target aimed at, marksman aficionado, fanatical

From the adolescence through elder adulthood, protected by the badge of courage & pals

My friends and relatives covered my front and back as if they were also engaged in a sin

Original in a foreign garden, introduced in an original form and shape of matter’s skin.

Any color in Darkness is black, origin’s blazing light of a shining star, hide or get burned

Bringing a knife to a gunfight with people who can’t shoot a lick, all it takes to protect it

Life is a process of becoming awake to the nonsense & the gist of the whole shebang too

Read all about it, newspapers, periodicals, magazines, e-zines & symbols, all full of an It.

Spirit ghosts entertain the illusory effect of watching matter move, animated by a whim

All mere mastication & defalcation after the Life within the matter is energy of mind dim

Crying and stomping your feet until the way is mired in mud, blood and beer out of cans

Aluminum as its cause of cancer effects, ignored & proved to be true lies of dim attic fans.

You may be starving in the heartland or on the borders, north, south, east and far west

You were conceived by morons and idiots who failed to enhance the species’ survival

In point of fact, they have introduced the seeds of extinction into the genome’s essence

Trouble with your censorship of free speech? Nazi-Europe #DigitalServiceAct is dense.

POTUS’ Al Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to proper recipients or forever forgotten

Ol’ Alfred needs insider information, nothing is more important than all the verboten

High as the tallest building on Earth, as the highest mountain on the planet, God’s den

Scouts reconnoitered polar vortices North to South, equator trips of the bounding main.

Fill her up I thought my father meant the girl I was takin’ out to eat, he meant the tank

Always empty upon my dating return, father full of patience for his 1st born driver bank

Wrecked a couple of his vehicles, sorry pops, never bought him that Lamborghini I know

All in my mind I did, he’s drivin’ on the expressway’s bumper to bumper traffic Chicago.

Real time and real space, here and now, this seems to be all there is, no heaven or hell

If I turn out to be wrong, I don’t GAF, I served the Catholic masses in church, I got grace

So much I could share it with the masses of unfortunates, but I won’t, I was the good one

Men & women young & old died in the skirmishes and battles of a world’s B.S. wars, son.

Doves flew, ants marched & all was well until WW3 B1 bombers dropped a motherload

Imagination is fired up, manufacturing more things than a divine godhead, kids’ grow’d

Into the adulthood & the trips the ghosts that leave the bodies we go into, dream overall

Think egg & flagellates you may have been, yet only One made the grade, Life’s a Bawl!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 12-9-2025 Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Cribs the infants move and fear to fall from are #WayGone, hence drafted this while ’ to guffawing to #MontyPythonHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q0CJ7k99mso?si=K5JvsSDscYxmPC7p }

X xx X 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?