"It is what it is & I can't stands no more!" #HillbillyBones @TwoPopeyes #WheresWADE #WADESinTheWATER #PHILADELPHAfreedom @EltonJohn #MavisStaples #PinkFloyd #TheROCK #TheEaglesBand

I LOVE L.A. UNTIL DAWN, IT’S WHERE BOOGIE WOOGIE CAME OUT THE BACKWOODS

Even if you never find it, it was worth more than silver & gold to have attempted it

Makin’ the gold out of the lead when nobody else knew and all denied it could be

Yet, the boogie woogie is now stacked up to the ceiling & nobody can take it all away

Arriving with the wind in the morning & departing with the freight trains on byways.

Drank until drunk more than I needed to hydrate the H2O & alcohol, now I’m passed out

Allowing my psyche to emerge as the voice of reason, don’t start laughing, psyche will shout

At you & yours until you relent & admit that you were wrong & he was right about everything

Reason to believe is without proof, just a chimera of thoughts unconnected by your bee sting.

Around in circles to increase the circulation of the words & meaning behind the random signs

With or without a dose of Evil genius in your souls, the thing itself remains the tie that binds

Hunger and thirst for the sounds and sights that you feel are your inheritance, a ton of blues

Dead phonies who look forward to three in a row when they’re lucky to have ripped off two.

Even if it’s not Halloween, I still feel the need to smash pumpkins on the streets of mobiles

Automatic & manual transmissions of 4 gears to 18, depending on the trans’ teethed gears

Like it or not, it’s all we have & all there is as far as we can imagine, given the controls given

By either good fortune or pitched intelligence which prefers anonymity to fame & worship.

Cartoons morphing into everyday reality of everyone of us all, babies to elders on the porch

If this wasn’t so catastrophically sad, I’d laugh out loud uncontrollably in a reverent church

Who y’all put ABOVE yourselves is your myth & your post-mortem surprise; it’ll be so Fun

Count on celebrating or just going out with a whimper, it’s a 50/50 chance, it ends with a gun.

Mission is important & impossible for the normal person, it’s the extraordinary ones who rock

You know some of them, maybe you’re related to some of them, you all may be one of them

Try harder to stay alive after your final huff of fresh air, the gas mix sent from the sun block

Finish line crossed out of Timing Everything, except the Thing Itself; it’s always 12 o’clock rock!

Hordes of red, white and blue fill the atmosphere to make the bad guys feel very unsafe too

They fear the way they’ll get caught being an illegal alien from a bad country who didn’t want

Them or their families to remain in the birth country, kicked them out to stroll the planet blue

Some did & some didn’t make it through; in the end, rich & poor perish, then y’all get bent!

Throw all your chips in and call the bluff of the mouth that won’t like it when the loss occurs

You win, but you get shot under the table as if you didn’t win fair & square, sore loser thirst

To get it all back for free and lose it all again, that’s what the thrill is for the heart heaven sent

Nobody who is a winner knows this as the Truth; we die, it’s all over, reward or punishment.

Flowers to smoke or to arrange in a vase to look at until death do they depart the sugar water

In every case, it’s the cream of the crop, higher than the phenomenal gender bender scatter

Hot fun, cold days, everyone’s invited but only the brave & ready to roll, go too low not to go

Down there at the bottom, all else is looking up, it’s a big stick over your head, so just BLOW!

Don’t be a doobie or a don’t bee, it’s a program invented to cause failure of the species’ DNA

Parlay all of your earnings and winnings into a huge pile of Gold & Wisdom, it’s all The Fate

Karma or not, the most excellent news coming to read all about it is, You & the rest, chimera

Ghostly from first whisp of gas until a Yankee catches a perfect game, forever, ala a Yogi Berra.

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r  j  j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July 8^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1647 PMPST

{ Anyway, jammed this one out of the universe while listenin’ to @TinaTurner #ProudMary in the @Netherlands on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TTfYnRQgKgY?si=NyfCZu3eM1laa9Q8 }

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SR-72 MARCHING PAST THE IDES OF MARCH - ET TU BRUTE? ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, @PabloPicasso #StoneBlueRockNRoll #BBKing #SlowHand #Devadip #Springsteen #ZZTop @Santana

BLACK LIGHTS’ DARKNESS 

Now and then, you’ll be honored by a pass from being the food on the table to the elevated bread-winner
You know who is and who ain’t the one to depend on as it comes down to the bottom-line image sputter
Only the privileged and honored know what it’s like when it’s time to kill for food or die being another meal
For the good, the bad & the ugly, it’s all we’ve got, I am one, not above the fray, below the sewer’s gold seal.

Wonder silently or aloud, you’re lucky to have gotten a single huff of this air the gods smelled before The End
Tried your best, all good enough for a hundred-year run, a bit more or less, you’ll know when you know I offend
Just because you thought you were so pretty, so smart, hotter than the hottest potato on the block’s sack of grit
Run the dozens, oh so outrageous, let me digress to the tube of you, I’ll run stax-o-wax up on the in-country DMZ.

Guns with rounds of bullets goin’ from steel to blood and bone, battle battalions of disagreements who lost it
Last breath comin’ out of the many dead men, we hear them all breathe in and breathe out, black belts spilt
Journey to the stars with rock and roll guitars, I liked to rock inside and out before the rocks turned harder, so
I’m the original OG rock, not the Kid Rock; nobody is The Kid, carry the load on your back until it breaks in two.

Fight less than the losers who lie down with dogs; they want goats, they want the shepherds to double back
Like the old ZZ Top song, y’all gotta double back again, ad infinitum, unless you want to get lost in a haystack
Beating the timing, that’s everything, 5150 always pretended to be, illegitimate children, good enough to eat
Appetites come and go, there’s no telling why, it’s the nature of the beast, all fun & games, let me be. treat.

Blacks and whites painting the picture, no color from purple ultraviolet to infrared low wavelength, it’s 5150
Again, place in Time is around the center of your conscious ego; it’s going to break your stride in a salty sea
God’s blessing, I, something is coming you’ll see for the sake of the schemers & dreamers underneath the pit
Nearly set on fire, Ohio Blue Tips in a box, ready to burn Chicago down again, west side to south side’s chit.

Artistic one year and dissolved like salt in water the next century, millennia forward or backward, death mode
It’s so hot, you can’t handle it all in your hands, nowhere in your presence may you ever touch the heat’s burn
Violated Law of Cause & Effect & Thermodynamics will precede the extinction of all living species here, so soon
Categorical displacement of Substance & Form that molecular structures formulate in dot-dashed Morse code.

Games with rules, everything else is broken outside of the games, either you play by play, or you are all caput
Feeling head to toe, health & the lack of it, periodically to heal before the next damage seeks to find an input
All is a deep well behind a vaulted, lead door without a lock or key; it opens only if magic thus spake, says me
Clocks created to tick away Time’s Presence, as quickly as possible, recover dead souls among us that can’t be.

Updated the outdated, fresh out of time, no air left for any of us to gasp, don’t smoke, don’t inhale cosmic dust
Down the well with me, where the light disappears from your holy body you’ll never survive without the iron rust
League balls, pitched, caught, hit, thrown out of the game before the 1st inning was at the bottom, I am an ex-con
Convicted of a crime I never committed, I took a fall for my brothers & sisters, I saved them from evil bogeymen.

On or off the border with the oceans of wet gas, H2O in empty Space surrounded and infused, Hades’ apple cider
Satiated one bite after the other, metabolizing the protein and enhancing condiments to highlight the scent of her
Cooking in a kitchen or at a BBQ spit, it all comes down to this: we grow, kill it and eat it before being rear-ended
That’s life, and in between we fill it full of fun & anti-climactic bull scat, disguised as an a priori Truth; I’m offended.

Punishment for the crimes will be recompense for the loss of the victims’ personal space, dwindling by tick tock
An eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth are the recommended measures of Karma meted out by the muck and mire
Thrown up death that can’t be digested in the excretory manner, think it out to the ultimate penultimate in a crock
Slippery slope disguised to persuade the Good & the Bad, that the Ugly is the stoker of the hottest sparks of Fire.

Dissolving like the witch in the Wizard of Oz, it’s all about the water, and if you can’t manage the Truth, dive deeper
Fly the flags to warn all that approach, if you want to die, y’all shake up the hive a bit; it’ll make your entire day, sir
You actually don’t know what you believe you know, no way you can prove that anything at all is true, and I doubt it
Seen, heard, smelled, touched, tasted & absorbed into a soul, that’s Life, it’s what people say, it is done, complete.

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r j j stephan, i

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c. Mercredi, 3-25-2026 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

WHO’S THAT CHICK?

{ SQUISHED out of my #cyberloins gone amok while jammin’ to @Santana #WavesOfTheSpirit  Latino Blues Rock Guitar (spiritual sunset) link on YouTube @ https://youtu.be/EdHCv4X8ME8?si=O937kFKFQHaPZkoX }

#FlickOfTheSwitch #ZapFlyOnTheWall #DreaminMaria #TheDayMyBallzHitTheGround #GODsag

BUST A MOVE IN C MINOR DIMINISHED

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Pray to God 7 x 7 then x 7 equals 343 every time multiplied, it’s rock-solid ad infinitum

Bring up your jacked mind to the fist of flesh and bone, it’s what you know that isn’t so

Take it to the America bank if it’s gold or valuable exchange paperless electronic debit

A prick up actresses, it’s alright behind an elevation of ignorance, mind a white rabbit.

It done died and by George, you know the rest of the story, as here we are with freedom

To move within a large territory with an ID card embedded data listing our history scam

Of, by & for the people of the states united in mis-liberalism & heroism of dead patriots

Force your will to power to subordinate it’s random direction to annihilation, play slots.

Unhindered hands & feet, animate the dead stones and filth of the corpses of fake death

Of our friends and relatives, you and I, we’re all gonna die, why cry, take a deeper breath

Then you act as if you never knew about it, don’t spread the dread to the upper echelon

Understand a Way is Your Way not everyone’s Way, as the wet dream comes, Get It On!

I held back since I was 14 years old, they told me I needed more data to conclude chit

Impatient as I’ve always been since my birth, I only had one, no need for a dog biscuit

No reincarnation now or ever for karma I’m charged with by nobody, no one but oblivion

Man, it’s done, you just haven’t become present in a PUSH, no beatin’ ‘round bush, son!

Out or in a charity function of all mobile skeletons we inhabit, immersed smoke & mirrors

Y’all eat what was alive when it’s dead in order for us to remain alive, burn death & jurors

Then there’s no argument about the veracity of the narration, even a tattletale yields gold

Reading & writing strongly after a certain human age will execute the longevity RNA mold.

Present in the Presence of the Mind, subject & object predication in a datalink, it’s @Grok

Fear of the old world keeps the new world intact, commandments of do’s & don’ts crock

Last gasp of the gas we’re allotted in the only form that keeps us thriving, like ants on a hill

After a final reward for becoming One from two separate Ones, caput, blue in a black hole.

No charm in the ashes & fragments, neither in the embalmed, gutless corpse, due respect

Don’t shoot the messenger & believe that a Truth is false, yield Truth from the Truth, all of it

Bloodlines counted inside & outside of this tower of power, make impossibility occur in chit

Then do it again & again, in the morning, afternoon, evening & especially deep midnight sex.

Sweet Jesus was a baby, legend has it, a child born only of God, not Mankind, effect aliens

Come with me before your conception, before the Big Bang, before Being, preconceptions

God is trying to get your attention, you’re ignoring the signs, the roaches & rats under feet

Now or later, they’ll wait until the time to get on the inside, in the darkness’ cool concrete.

Woke that day, afterward I couldn’t lose my consciousness any longer, I sleep wide-awake

Thoughts produced in the state of being at one are infallible as the Pope of the Christhood

In and Out, in a New York minute, there’s no deals to make any Art out of, my Art is my cake

So, sun goes down, the world turns, I skip the night asleep, get woke at 5 sharp on the lake.

Life is that way now after the struggle kept me occupied aged 19-70, coincidence 1970 free

Into and out of the battles in the war I never entered, facilitated with success, medals to be

Alive for another fifty years after that service occurrence of mating, begetting & sunsetting

Sinking down with the sun, down the wormhole, messenger, ready to die for GD Nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August X^th, MMXXV  Anno Domini @909 AMPST

{ Jammed this out of a tight arse while jammin’ to @KennyChesney & @uncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=qabKyyfZ124Gh4_B }

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#YourKissIsOnMyLIST X's & O's from infinite Lipz that exist to get Flipz!

 

CONSTANT STATES OF THE INFINITE’S  AMNESIA

Now & then, you’ve had a tough Time of it accepting one mortal nature, Space death of us all
There ain't no justice, postmortem has no answer except, WTF did Earth come from? A Bang?
Come on now, we weren’t there but we’ve constructed language to yield yet One mortal Yang
Ala Herr infinite Ying’s supratomic disaster awaiting all Ends & Means, ourselves, all suicidal.

Born to be wild, free, mortal runnin’ with the wind blowin’ sideways into the falls of Niagara
Over the edge where the water drops into gravity’s snare in the recycled H2O, never for RA
Sun, superstar that shines closer than the rest, hundred million miles away from hot blood
Staying cool but not frozen, ice-cold feelings disregarded in a mirror but effective, wet mud.

Be dishonest, you have no skin in the game & it doesn’t matter one way or another, lie to me
Begging for words to mask a Truth to be uncovered by Holmes-type investigation sleuthing
Cause of the first effect means that #TheChicken did indeed precede the laid DNA birding
Without the Thing itself there would be no other things, mortal or immortal, to be not to be.

Open close eyes of blinded boys and girls associated with the philosophers of Karl & Fred
Putting the nihilism in your baby pablum force feeding the hungry critters, innocent, dead
Of the importance of your personal parents’ love and devotion to your well-being, word up
Devoid of the feeling of happiness and contentment, led to a sheep slaughter for Zeus’ cup.

Dog food for the masses, buy a case or two to avoid the metaphors of Man eats Dog’s food
Puddle of blood underneath your 208 bones, can’t stand-up comedy although y’all should
You don’t know like I know or maybe you do, in any case nothing matters & if it did, I’d expire
Without any ceremony, wake, funeral, monument of engraved granite-rock, soul lit, on fire.

Conspiracy to fix your dull gaze upon the inner society you’re not any part of, all in plain site
Of your mice or your women and men, spiders, snakes, insects, bacteria and old Dolomite
Bringin’ the fools back to the jungle’s deepness, ghetto of the streets ‘tween BS & hot kicks
Being is less or more than enough, got scars and tattoos to remind you of unforgotten licks.

Knowledge although impossible is still all there is left of the ignorance of the Cro-Magnon
Nimble Jack jumpin’ over a candlestick and finding your mother & father in bed, havin’ fun
Kind of weird seeing your origin, once again conceiving something, a form of daughter/son
One, twins, triplets, quads, quints or sects matters to none but mama, on to her extinction.

I suggest running and hiding from the Truth, it’s naked and it’s not for the innocent of guilt
Full responsibility you’ve assumed, before your conception, you’re still undersea in the silt
Flagged for danger to avoid extinction, it’s all you’ll get, a red piece of cloth waving to & fro
Ready & get your consciousness set, only we know, life ain’t easy, whistle lips, let’s blow.

Ennui defined, I’m not your thesaurus, therefore, google it, start Marx’ search engine, hottie
You’re lucky to have lived to be able to wonder why you’re alive, what happens when I died
I’m long gone, but this bears repeating, you’ll be dead too, like your poor kids who ain’t fried
Hum along if you don’t know the song, got only 7 notes on scale, Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti.

Work hard for your bread, it goes in and out of your proverbial pocket, as if it’s not for real
Yet it is all there is, then you die & someone disposes of the remnants of the skin & bones
What is consumed is defalcated and then defecated in an infinite cycle until the supernova
May be today, tomorrow but for certain not yesterday, bend over me & kiss me, mitotic ova.

Funny to have more money than anyone else on Earth, a billionaire for real, Reality of One
No more than that one can handle the shattered Many, a leftover of the Big Bang’s All Done
Subatomic to the macroscopic and galactic up unto the cosmic totality, mental image void
Nothing before & Nothing after, here & now where you are, dog head Jesus was an android!

Think I’m wrong & that’s OK, at least you know the Truth now, incredible Vibe to carry-on too
Until the day you die, you’ll recollect the day you became conscious of the reason for being
On Earth, alive above the dirt or dead & gone below it, full skeleton & skull’s bones, be King
Of your breathing function, follow rules, avoid humane judges, online, in print, black & blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, X-XXII-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Copied out of my mind’s eye while in audiophile mode, jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #WhatIsHip etc… link @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs?si=VMXJcM4ZNB0HTvf7 }

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