#NotAmused #TotallyEdified #YouCanLeaveYourLidOn #BBQrednecks #RedneckWoman #WereRednecks #BrothersTillTheDayWeDie #ShortPeopleGotNobody #DeadMansCurve @JanAndDean #CrossroadsFestival #SlowHand

1969 SS Camaro 383ci (small block)

REASONABLE, LOGICAL, DEAD END

Gilded loins as if that wasn’t destiny for every single man & woman conceived

Love and the lack of it is the revolution and the orbit around blown fire-seed

Happy as a sad creation might be if the creator died or ran away with a spoon

Miles and miles of trials, piles of scat as high as a kite, not quite the old moon.

Dripping due to gravity or else everything would remain copacetic as the Void

Keeping in mind that everything is at the bottom of the big idea, Truth to avoid

Subjects and predicates come into view, don’t analyze the compost of menudo

It’s all going back to the original essence, cosmic egg-full of empty atoms’ GO.

Hints of the things only a blind man with a bitter taste and olfactory nonsense

Every single multiplication of zero times zero always equals the inevitable zero

Dot, dot, dot, dada, dada, dada is all nonsense but it keeps the beat & rhythm

Punks off the streets of America, north or south, Euro-Asian-African-Aussie vim.

Punched in the face feels like the way it did the day we were born, we saw light

We went toward the light unless cesarean, only then we got the shock to fight

For freedom and just good oxygen and water to drink as we collect & hunt food

Sailing seven seas or seven continents to roam, like a virus, mankind got so rude.

Eating most everything that’s alive that you don’t need to remain alive and well

Apes could paddle a raft around 7 seas until they’re all annihilated by ordinance

Pump up the rhythm and rhyme, required for the end of lives of our food, pray

Thank the stars above and the diamond dirt below, we survived “The Dance.”

Peers have none, they’ve been purged from the system, only zeroes & ones left

In an infinite recombination of acid, effulgence of subatomic particles, all Gluon

My old home ain’t home any longer, it’s what happens once abandoned for fun

Memory of what I forgot was meant to be, y’all wanna recall, The Day Y’all Die.

Invoices paid, shredded back to zero, nothing to show but a pitiful pile of cash

It ain’t worth more than a pot full of gold, at least the one you smoked, a dash

Freedom from death isn’t an option, you ate the dead things, you’re capitulate

Mer, way Marie, Jojo fallin’ out fenetre, Al-Rob exit stage right, twins two too.

9 steps for the slinky to spring on down to the bottom of the case, bottom’s up

Like it or not, the transportation by air, rail, interstate motors & ships all phuq’d

Little eyes and tiny eyes lookin’ up at the mommies and daddies to see what it is

Nobody knew & couldn’t say, all pretended to be wise, a myriad of actual #Jizz.

Pioneers and the facts of life they went by in their everyday lives are now extinct

Until the last drop of blood, they fought battles and wars for irrational reasoning

For the king & the queen, for the people, for the proletariat all in vain, “X’s” gold

Needing nothing & wanting every byte is good, bad & ugly, leaf substance rolled.

Seed breaks open into the atmospheric space, husk disappears & reverses roots

Gravitational collapse rules override the power of the will, we’ll all be in cahoots

With the power that is, powers that be, we can’t go wrong, we have the answer

Hold Earth’s last breath if you can, you’ll fail that fool’s mission, glad I knew her.

Broken wing can’t fly without the other one, pitiful to know, death’s one’s Fall

Nobody gets any choice to get out of here alive, my girls and wives all crazy Zen

Inner or outer space have no essential difference, then your presence dims it all

Awareness of being awake and getting tired, falling asleep, dreaming It AGAIN!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, November XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini #HighNoon

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @RandyNewman LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/wR0D6HJms8w?si=0RNZ7GFPP5axCElz }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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!

#BlackHoles & #RocksThatRoll #AvoidVoidAndroids

IT’S A ONE-WAY STREET TO THE BLACK HOLE’S SINGULARITY

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At sea, one of the seven is the same as the other six of them, God’s meteor filler

A fall out for no apparent reason, there was a loud Big Bang in a holy Black Hole

Nevertheless, everyone alive with freedom to choose to be a free hooker whore

Not a joke for laughing or crying over spilt milk, in line with all ancient tale lore.

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, that’s important to be aware of, linguistic certainty

Thriving inside & outside of the closed cell stratosphere, Life is a germ of the Sea

Don’t knife the shooter, not a dagger at an origin mother’s father, at one in hell

Only you know & I know that nobody knows anything, knowledge is impossible.

Rye grows wild and becomes tame cracker jacks in a box, popcorn in caramel nut

Fill your whole empty cube from ceiling to basement, down to the core with nug

Pits down below the darkness and far from any bright light of burning gas’ Void

Live inside of the womb of the Milky Way, you do already, you bloody spheroid!

Oh Bam! Uh, don’t you know that you are no citizen Kane or another American

Give away your tax money to the drafters of the Bills approved by Congress men

More men than women, more power in the gender numbers not in the genome

Of xy & xx being a recombination equity & inclusion in the fear & loathing, son.

Reality produces the species of sick & tired drones & the myths of cosmic soup

Talking to brick walls, preaching to the choirs are a valiant effort in futility loops

I know it, you know it, it’s the Truth & nobody can deny it unless they cop a lie

Charity ain’t Love, mere subsidizing inferior DNA produced by lusty gals & a guy.

Blind faith of tattletales who say words that declare truths that aren’t apparent

Obfuscation of everclear windowpanes that reveal Nothingness of Being, I sent

Who are the tattle tales? What do they want to tell? Secret society is you & I

Chicago, Tampa & Dallas have Time in Space to reveal punks in charge of a bus.

I have nobody closer than my own true self to reveal the obvious black ops of Ra

Created to protect Gold, a 747 tabernacle of invisible gems standing, gods’ papa

It’s a minimal expectation of success, to be immortal ala holy, disembodied soul

Annihilated the fried electronics, Truth be told, liars lie certainly, no rollin’ stone.

Graves in the ground named after Gravity itself, hiding bones & the living stench

Smoke and mirrors showing the images reflected in a mind unseen by the bench

No judges to conclude that justice is a ham sandwich, which it must be, I said it

Now if you believe it, it’s the Truth, Justice is One Ham Sandwich, @PigsheetFest.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, April Vth, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crafted in a @RollingStones state of mine 1978 #MissYou on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xZHwmzJa2UM?si=6_0H90DzGwdinL5w&t=1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?