#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.

#DoDaDuggyInKentucky @BoysRoundHere #TeethForTeeth #EyesForEyes @StevieRayVaughan #StrandedCaughtInTheCrossfire #GimmeSomeCoolSweetWater #H2O @EddieMoney @KennyWayneShephard @JonnyLang @BishopFultonSheen #rollin with the #ZZTop @LynyrdSkynyrd y @Santana #IAmWinning

RIFFS bubble above a molecular constant,💚

NOTHING’S ESPECIALE, flip the script, tossin' in my sleep

Spies can’t recall the stolen valor they never had, tattle tales couldn’t stop getting spanked

By jailers who were taught by nuns & high priests who profess, sin ain’t a crime to the dead

Watch and listen, you have the eyes and ears for that, but if you don’t grasp it, you’re phuqt

Heartless soul animated form, conception to death, no reason, no rhyme, disappear defecate.

It ain’t my fault, get the origin sourced out, immortality to absolve the guilt’s responsibility

Innocent crying embryonic stardust with nowhere to go but up and down and around the sea

Bring me back a doggie bag, I know you won’t be able to consume the anchovy mystic pizza

Breezeway without wind ain’t a breezeway, it’s a hole in a matrix with no identity, Mardi gras.

Whisper in the hold in your head, there’s seven of them I think, mouth, nostrils, ear & eye, ho

As if there were any needs or wants in the body that can’t be procured by the seek & destroy

Eat if you get hungry, but if you wait long enough, you’ll starve while you bloom that rose bud

Spinnin’ macrame, I can never find any because it’s all in the past, all archangels do fear to go.

Beats like a metronome to & fro in the finite form, wound up with full force to push it in a bed

Who the phuqum freezes the work of art created in the empty vacuum of star flames, infrared

Bottoms up, way up on top above the crunch of your mamas & papas, orphan began this saga

One & only one, minus one equals a solo zero, all you need to absolve a guilty conscience, Ra!

Mama, oh mama, you’re either up in Cielo or givin’ daddio, my pop, business as usual, babe

You see me, you see yourself, shadow silent with nothing to say anyway, it’s academic fate

Dealt the winning hand, I’m always winning, and I have no inkling on the nature of a loser

Losers never win, they don’t care, they don’t know what they’re missing, painted it darker.

Unloaded pistol with .44 rounds, need to crucify your God, unload the capacity on the crown

Feel all good, evil, and the uglier than a puzzle in pieces, divided to obfuscate battles all blown

Find or lose what you’ve got in your body’s pockets, naked ape, you and seven bodily orifices

Strokin’ thrones that won’t accept the blame for a constant beating drum of invisible fences.

War needs to fill the vacuum full of bombs and death by being blown to tidbits of DNA fodder

To the gods, to the God, to the Absolute Zero, I salute the permanent markers, now disappear

Silence into song, enjoy the passing thing itself, it’s a form of empty brothers & just One sister

You don’t know, you won’t guess, forgot to tell you the facts of life about rules of the roadster.

Driven counter-clockwise in an oval for the rest of Earth’s revolution and wobble, it won’t last

Almost ready for you to find the Truth that’s always been obvious, you couldn’t believe it fast

Too slow and you’ve inherited the scat nobody else could fathom, shake your head, to and fro

No is not affirmation, it's a denial; a positive needs negativity, or so I’m told, my sister & bro.

Fear nothing but a word, fear itself’s illusion is that it’s scary being alone, au naturelle beast

Afraid that a virus or animal will stalk & destroy it all, be edified by high, stoned crossbones

Nothing lasts forever; facts of life are the mysteries told by the fathers to the sons at a feast

Paramilitary parameters, the fort is fortified, word is mum, riff’s over when it’s over, Homes!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 3-21-2026 Anno Domini @ 10:00 AMPST

{ Chopped this cherry tree down while jammin’ to @ZZTop LIVE FRONT ROW 4K, 2024 LINK @ https://youtu.be/ScDssAYL4_s?si=hlE5iX0yCAqYL0NL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THAT’S THE KING

@Bettye_Lavette @Bob_Dylan #ThingsHaveChanged @ThePointerSisters #TwistedInTwistsTwix It's 5 o'clock somewhere over here...Livin' #UpDown @ZZTop @ACDC @TowerOfPower #KissThis @AAronTippin & l On This Day, 55 years ago, I enlisted in the mighty USAF for the Viet Nam War for 4 years. We ended it by my discharge date on 12/14/1974

COMING BACK TO STAY

Feeling the dust underfoot, it ain’t cheese and I need to scurry back home to Earth

Five will get you twenty if rockets don’t fire on time, heat burnin’ my bloody heart

Blow-in it empty, dead air out of the smokin’ speakers, BOSE 901’s get back to One

The Real Deal comes down without notice, a grab of both hands, hand it over, son.

Apologize to your mother-fathers who inseminated the egg to become all you are

Both above and below, the only thing close to the sun that won’t burn/freeze her

Thinking an atom of Nothing feels like something or other, it makes you cry & die

All for the absolute nonsense it’s always been, lose your mind, 96 tears never fly.

Between beauty and some ugliness, Star burns and sheds UV light on the unseen

Broken arrows were never used; they couldn’t fly to a target with no arrow point

Impossible or not, still breathing in and out, gas left over from a star burn, a belch

Better off not knowing the reality is, Lost In Space, worldwide gloom on the scene.

Funk-educated in the East Bay Area, Oaktown, Miss Mary’s & Juan’s tea, Maryjane

Bad to be the Good when the Ugly slides by yo’ mama’s house, wanna kill the pain

Fairies told tales because the tales were acceptable lies, entertainment’s top shelf

Lookin’ for the lost pie in the sky that was never above or below the Nothing itself.

Blood is purple inside the circulation, red-blooded as it bleeds out of the carcass

Doing the days and nights as if they're an infinite series, when it’s a finite regress

Back & forth between Ends of Days & the Origin of Conscious Dirty skeleton keys

Mankind fakes it, obviously, a naked ape in transit, outfit cover-up, nude monkeys.

Words of predication formulate argumentation nobody memorizes, forget about it

X’s divine knowledge renders humanity powerless, peasants thrive on a pile of S#it

It’s dynamic, and it’s headed toward total annihilation with the rest of funk in tow

Read and understand it, trippin’ ad infinitum, imaginary epicenter’s absolute zero.

Prick your ears up when miscreants advise the kings and queens of Nothing to see

Prick their middle fingers dead up their excretory shoot, the movement gravitas

Without gravity, nobody can excrete, ask the astronauts & cosmonauts to confess

Give all you receive back to the world; nothing is clearer, so let’s play ball, AC/DC.

Premature and post-mature switch places & leave us without a clue on this venue

Columns and the crooked idiots who occupy those lines of the red, white and blue

Dreams are over before they begin, illusions of the life after death, murder forever

Conjugate the Life sentences into questions and exclamations, get to points, never.

On the boulevard up and down the block, I think it was either Augusta or another

West to the suburb and east to the lake shore drive west of the Michigan brothers

We know it all, we’ll forget about it all, we’ll be forgotten before you even know it

On the border, on the boulevard matters not one bit, nobody gets out alive, S#it.

Roam from Rome to Chicago, it’s a ZZ or an AC for the minions, it’ll all come down

Never ready for The End in a deep, dark hole, cry about it, used to a rigor mortis’

Just before you leap off the ledge up there on a skyscraper, recall that you can’t fly

Straight down 32 feet per second, splat 208 bones & bloody red too, let’s get high.

I’m alright and even if you wanted to, I won’t let you worry about my prerogative

Check your back, show your right as if you are in solidarity with the brothers alive

Sisters too, but it’s a bit awkward since they always want to make out like bandits

We’ve come a long, long way to see my Margarita and sweet Maria, banana splits.

I don’t care one way or the other, but I remember the 35 sweet goodbyes on a bus

I will never go back to my old schools, university, high or grade school, what a fuss

Bluster like never before, eyes wide open and mouths shut tight as a drum, silent

To be a mockingbird or hot raven, just throw your best beak forward, heaven sent.

 

by 
r j j stephan, I

c. Jeudi, March XIXth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Jammed while kickin’ @WarTheBand in @BOSE headphones, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V8Tj7Yl4Pkc?si=Uu8fnVlheU9u9u74 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

trippin' with Bettye lavette & Bob_Dylan, don't get up gentlemen!

#WINNING #Carlos_Devadip0Santana

FEDERAL EXPRESS ROCKS

DO 'IT' AGAIN & AGAIN AD INFINITUM

 YOU GOT IT NOW!

I don’t give a flyin’ hoot if you’re in Georgia or New Mexico, it’s academic

All wisdom of Wisconsin and the gold of California can’t be a pussy or dick

From gods that can’t die to the ones sentenced to Hades for eternity’s sips

From the cup that overflows with the whining babies who sail on the ships.

 

Keep skippin’ to my Lou, it really never mattered at all, ever & won’t forever

Been there where you’re at for a spell, decades before the dawn blazed days

Nights covered by the spinnin’ ball of dirt that can’t face a burnin’ star blaze

As above, good lovin’ comes down to the many from the One, it’s love fades.

 

It wasn’t there, then it appeared and disappeared in a blink’s passing ships

In the darkness of the night, Earth spins it’s back to the darkness, star sips

Common or not, find the middle road to travel away from monsters seen

Passed away hours ‘til I completely passed away, yeah you know it’s routine.

 

Sweet love in the midnight, laid down between silk sheets with softer skin

Great or less than zero, it’s all the same, nights and days, you & I’re all in

Done once I’ve finished, I do it again for the hell of it, no reason to repeat it

Over and over, over and over, imagine that, never change the load of s#itz.

 

Company and corporations that exude from its premier, in for the duration

Satisfaction is not the main thrust of existence, adapting to a mortality’s sin

Being alive, being born and dying at the end, in a minute or century survive

When you survive, you’ll enjoy the essence of being or it’s caput & you dive.

 

From the high-dive, 10 meters from the surface of white water turned blue

From painted pool’s concrete, clear liquid appears as illusionary lapis lazuli

Keep the hammers pounding nails into the wood, satisfy the carpenter ants

Building contraptions from the mental inventions, cultural prayer & chants.

 

Fire first, ashes last and that’s all of it, between  matter that evolves a blood

Where the original DNA donor is, remains to be seen, it’s mythological, God

All things you love & hate came in placenta afterbirth, conceived in plethora

Disappears in front of your eyes, magic after all, circular box of ol’ Pandora.

 

Brought a knife to a gunfight but it was more lethal than the bullets & beans

Slicing things that bleed much more humanely than gunshots to blue jeans

Pouring out all the wisdom from the heart and soul, Nothing’s leftover here

Now at this time, Earth’s wobbling & spinning yarns, I need a cold Bud beer.

 

Hold up your hands, this is a robbery, give me your valuables, watch & cash

I know you know that I know you’re as good as dead, therefore kill me first

Self-defense from It, attempting to stop your breath & heart from beating

It’s death and there’s no skull or skeleton or scythe for this reaper’s sting.

 

Separation from the things that you’ve accepted as Living not Dying in sin

Mortal or original, this ruse of obedience to invisibility and divine foreskin

Love rockin’ with the hammers pounding wood together, state separations

In the end, another locked home on the block, ghosts at home takin’ spins.

 

Race is on but it’s almost over right after the start, finish line ahead for all

Mortal blood flows, hoping and fearing One and the same thing, life & death

All the above and below are ethereal atomic fusion & fission, mad about life

Rocks rolled ‘til they stopped at the bottom’s burial pyre, I had an F’n ball.

 

Brought a knife to the gunfight, lethal as I was, couldn’t dodge a .44 slug

Blew my back out with a tiny spun bullet made of dead-lead’s golden bug

Mirror to see what you look like, reflection of what it is & is not what it is

Form & substance comes in ecstasy, holler loudly, it’s your bro & your sis.

 

Explode as the climax does, the culture squeezed into the ovaries to be laid

Inside jobs, evolution from nothing to something, this & that of Lass  & Lad

Bums & junk users who push poison into the genome, they’ll be extinct too

In your head-mind, known by the Unknown, God’s skies, it sucks to be Blue.

 

Beams never return once the reaper doesn’t let it repeat, I am all the dead

Exit stage left, right is always wrong hence, only one chance to get it right

Last rights you get if you’re lucky, Extreme Unction blessing of oil as a God

Sons and daughters of the dead humans are bass fishing without a fly rod.

 

You see where I came from, I know from hence you’ve come, now we know

Either Love or Lust, raped or conceived in gentle madness of a climax, slow

Survival of the species depends on this one thing, on the old Time’s Space

Wonderful as it seems, devastating as it’ll be, we all survived a human race.

 

Pick me for the team if there’s only One on a side of the Otherside, not Many

Keeping track of billions of  humanity’s sins and contributions to extinction

Only you know & I know, keep children and elders out of the loop’s thin skin

Truth is silent, if you know then you know, if not, too bad, ain’t getting’ any.

 

Hence, therefore, one more thing, last time I’ll blow God’s mind trip on acid

Conclusions are rational & reasonable to a fault, a perfect storm’s thin skin

Surround sound to pound away hours, dreaming not sleeping, I am The Kid

Last chance to surrender, I forgot it never mattered at all & what if it did?

 

Done in the morning and the evening, good sleep come morning light’s spin

Over flipping the days and nights ad infinitum, I dig it and I ain’t Gunga Din

For the sake of ones who were aborted before Life, I hear a cry to come too

No need to return favors of karma once a deed’s done, I’m lapis lazuli blue. 

by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February 2^nd MMXXVI Anno Domini  @ 530 AMPST

{ Crafted in utero before I was born 8-27-1951, I’m just the messenger so don’t shoot me unless it’s @TwoFingersTequila  #SHOTS & listenin’ to #DoItAgain by the @StapleSingers link @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek?si=kkCy1nSnnYTnyikN }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?