Gods or alternatives . . . #BluesBrothers @ACDC #Jailbreak #AllInTheNameOfLiberty

 

UNTIL IT’S ALL GONE, GIRL

& . . . your point is . . .

Coming & going to where all of it came from in the 1st place Space

Peer groups and the corpses they’ve left behind, facts in the face

By the time you get to the reading of the words, right here & now

You’ll be too late through no fault of your own, it’s a roll of a die.

Nobody gets out alive, in or out of karma earned above or below I

Ego’s in the middle on a center path, eternity to infinity yet, I, My

Other than me, nothing matters at all, without me there’s no Life

I created it to destroy it, I’m chosen, a free blink & wounded wife.

Fair game when hunting season is hidden from a hunter’s 30:06

Bull’s eyes are the only space to aim, heart blown far over there

Moons up full & a new until Earth moves on, orbits to dark Styx

Then it’s gone girl, it ain’t never comin’ back except a nightmare.

Good or ugly as genetically progenerating exhibition of Speedos

No other way to promulgate the nature of a beast, UFO bush rose

Left off the seeds of extinction with the cause of creation, embed

Deeper acid, surrounded by cytoplasmic jazz, y’all are all dead.

Words are up, high as the leaves on a flower, up in smoke hybrid

Some property to dilate your pupils from invoked smoke, grew It

In ground, mud leftover, stardust from a Big Banger, so I’m told

Time is set in seconds, moving circular jerkin’ hand, NY minute.

Periods in synch with the moon contraption, all egg rotation sin

Extinction is a gender of a species away, eggs vanish, I am all in

No more needs or desires to live beyond Earth with 208 bones

Soul inside and a sole underneath each foot, all concept scones.

Better than a feather floating in the wind, nowhere to land safely

The sanity provides a respite from the heaven on Earth, it’s free

Immerse the awareness in One word, One sound, One syllable ‘E’

Original sins with no place to go, blues’ Blackjack, all dyin’ to be.

Deer in headlights, blinded without knowing death’s afoot, to die

Had a fit, whacked displeasure with reality out of Man’s apple pie

Knowledge and Wisdom fused with TNT & Nitro-Glycerin for Kix

Heaven & Hades, abstracted Reality as an accidental cosmic fix.

Going quick or for the long haul, either way all headed to finish it

Spots between the original & the final transformation are a #Hit

A hundred years down the road of a terrestrial spin, all gone, ye

Hear me, listen closely, lucky to be alive, just die & you’ll all see.

Singing, speaking, whispering & just wishful thinking, words UP

Down isn’t the way to the core’s being, it’s upward to It, the Word

Inside the signal, there’s the meaning to a hidden sensation bird

Tweeting tweets, calling for “X” to save the world in a China cup.

Got the message hidden in a cookie, my fortune is told in a quip

What’ll happen if it all remains as above, so below, stiff upper lip

We may be abandoned in the middle of nowhere, too Big Banger

Forms of Earth’s egos, blind eyes’ black, idiotic, moron splendor.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 12-5-2025 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Trapped until completed, listenin’ to #BluesBrothers schtick @https://youtu.be/CAaer1qNE2s?si=_TWwIh0GbvChQWWI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#VietNamEra #RockHITS70z

MAMA MIA TOLD ME NOT

TO COME, I’M JUST TRIPPIN’

Heroes you are related to by way of psychic RNA, the “x” ingredient in the formula, throw up

It cannot be allowed to be contained with the matrix, it flows in every direction from center

Sun and moon swap magnetic charge through the ether, gravitational collapse far, far away

Ending doesn’t matter since the beginning is moot, no point in repeating ad infinitum today.

I’ll survive the extinction of 208 bones evolved out of one cell or another, be alive & be dead

No ghost in the machine before existence, essence created spontaneously, sex combusted

Just a bit of friction causing the insemination of the duplication to originate in the wet-dark

Its application anonymous with or without a feeling in love or any love at all, it will all work.

All of Time is full of High Hopes to fill in the future blanks of dreams to come true, or not too

Just because some of us think we’re so pretty doesn’t mean anything to the blind and dumb

Seriously folks, there’s a reason why the stupid idiots don’t live to be elder & free to be boss

High hopes put you in the right left frame of mind to get dressed to kill, hit town to get some.

Songs sung for the input and output, a give and take of the bards & pied pipers, up on stage

Microphones & speakers to make it perfectly clear what the message is, there ain’t a doubt

Racket boys do what they do, you know what you know, you the book by the skin of yo’ teeth

Finally released from the imaginary bonds of society, got laid a few times before on a sheet.

On a pool table, back seat of a Chevy, a Plymouth & a Ford, we in my folk’s uptown flat too

Good old days I remember like they were yesterday, I recollect it all, present, as I bid adieu

Orange and tangerine in storage and what else do you need so we can begin, nothing I bet

Or if you do want in some form, what is it so that I may donate to the CAUSE and EFFECT.

For the love of the man with the gun in his hand, our holy warriors, sons of our forefathers

Handling the film which recorded the present at some past time is cool, however mothers

It’s a wherewithal worth disseminating through the cosmic soup, received divine bangers

Got what it takes to be the best One in paradise can be, nobody does, songs need singers.

Overture heard in the background while you enjoy your comatose state of being the Many

Sounds like a Hungarian Rhapsody or some other classical gas from the past, an art form

I played it on the squeeze box, it was memorized at 11 or 12 years old, now I’m 75, WTH?

Anyways, 0 & 2 (Oh & Two) for the last time, it’s the words, cut into One Logo, ring a bell?

Hard liquor lick is required to swallow soft, hard facts, mentally draining yet necessary too

If you’re not drunk, when you hear & discover the actual Truth, your fear of death will slew

Either you alone or another living thing, humane, feline or canine with no prey, just pray

Hillbillies & jelly beans, they’re saved from Easter Sunday, sins of the father, Sun’s UV ray.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, November XIXth MMXXV Anno Domini at 0830 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to LIVE dead @JimCroce in concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3_ZS56qzJLs?si=qCdaqXz0Pf3OoTNd }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Ends @Everlast #FatherOfMine @Everclear #MyDaddyGaveMeAName & then #HeWalkedAway @Matchbox20 #WishTheRealWorldWouldStopHasselingMe

POTUS TRUMP

CHEVROLET CAMARO Ss

BLUES GROUNDED,

 WINGS-DOWN

Forever and a day from the momentary lapse of reason, you know the drill, reverse fast forward

Kicked in the arse and the head, depending on who did that to me, all will pay the piper cannard

Not only do you know nothing but also you can prove that nobody gets to survive death of Ego

You & I are both a step away from the next step, up or down, staircase or just a small step to go.

Breath stops because the diaphram becomes moot, no push or pull, no heartbeat pumpin' muscle

All you know, all you can recall from the day you began this journey, it's all a load of hooey chill

Fear of the ending leaving you alone in outer space without a ma, pa, bro, sis or buddy, hard sell

What it is and always has been is a journey from unknown to unknown thing, pretending it's hell.

It is the meaning of the beast of burden to perform without obstruction, cause & effect of a mule

Moves the burden and heavy load of needs and wants that can't be carried by the weak & woke

Saddle up & get ready for the honor of being the rider who gets through storms, alive as McBeth

Few are called and hardly any are chosen, to be or not to be the one in charge of life & all death.

Philosophical school called off, anti-thetic Truth is required & doesn't require counter-examples

Cry no more, it's as good as being all over, no choice, no other meaning other than, push & pulls

If you ain't a fool then you know you're so lucky to be alive for this tour of duty, here & now, so

More than that as if Utopia and Nirvana and Heaven are better than the Oneness here and now.

Dear to me are the deer that run free on the plains and in the foothills of mountains, I aim arrows

Hit the targets' hearts & put them down within a moment from the kill, I drank up their red blood

Dressed & brought to the butcher to chop & wrap for my deep freeze, the winter is ready for me

Staying alive at all costs, staying warm and injury free, disease and cold devoid of me, healthy.

Proof of Life as the proof that Truth is a Lie, that proof survives true or false, it's abstract myth

Pressed and pulled back and forth, to and fro, repeating the motion until the breach in the stith

Looking like I'll survive the threats to my bones and soul, nature callin' to break it all down too

Nothing personal, I don't take it that way yet reality is, aged humans die, some young, turn blue.

Head above the ground looking forward as far as vision allows, eating, sleeping, providing it all

From top down to the bottom, air fills in the empty, infinite spaces, rocks and stardirt effulgence

Prick up your ears & listen for the secrets that can't be verbalized, psychic transmission frequency

When you find out, you realize you've always known but it seemed incredible, it's Truth now I see.

In the outs come the rest of the story, cause of the First Cause is moot, it's impossible to create

Prior to the 1st there is a Void, a holy and empty spot in the matrix, full of subatomic charm fate

Love goes in and out until the climax, then it's the rest of the story, conceive, gestate only to die

No heaven, no hell, no purgatory, no evolved Nirvana or even a Void of light, atomic bomb date.

Hot & holy, frozen stiff full of sub-standard awareness of being within and around a superego

Take this time to be aware, as if you've already died as you were before your conception to go

Journey among the many who won't care for the Truth or your take on it, keep it close to a vest

Safe there by an i-heart, let's ride, shoot or stab ME in the groin, God will survive me, I'm fittest!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, November XVII, MMXXV Anno Domini @ HIGH NOON

{ Wrote while jammin' to @MontgomeryGentry #DaddyWontSellTheFarm in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9kCzHHPy_JQ?si=i7_35IIGVhX7HpUY }

#KeepItUpRich ... my daddy used to say that to me... yep, I said #Daddy, that is and was his name, hence, Daddio, I shall keep it up! #NirvanaClosing #OMG #ThisIsWayWorse #LookinUP @Bill_Burr RAWKS! #AskHimBoutHisHAT #DriversUnderstand?

PICASSO CAN HIDE TWO AT ONE

=

There’s no reason to become uncivilized to a stranger, asking details about your bank account

On a cold call on the cell phone without any cyber-security cover, you hear what you hear out

Above and beyond the termination of the communication & a report to the FBI, the point moot

There’s the act itself as a violation of integrity, a fool in a cell phone lambda wave from a boot.

In the end, your coverage of the ideocracy prior to retirement engagement came in handy then

Traced the call and secured the transmission location within 4 minutes, the caller is in gold cuffs

Not only is the world a safer place now than it ever was, but the world will also never be all Zen

Complicated mess of chaos in focus for rectifying disorder back to the a priori scent of a woman.

Dream keeps the Life called reality moving right along, a spin & a wobble in elliptical orbit, son

Everything and everyone depends on the sun burning gas, we’re dead without the heated fun

On the one hand, you can’t live without it & on the other hand, you must keep out the rays

As fire burns so does the hot, direct sunlight, all ultraviolet to infrared movin’ 186,000 mi/s/s.

Faster is a tachyon which we all only fathom in theoretical analysis of invisible nothings, as it is

Imagine being dead and gone yet still being aware without a brain or mind that the world exists

What in God’s name would that mean as far as where did life’s Earth forms originate from at all

Is there a pool of subatomic particles somewhere in a Singularity or one dream within another?

Recollect the day after you actually die and rigor mortis is setting in, onto incineration of burial

To ashes and amorphous dust we go but for a while, we believed we were immortal clientele

Here you go, away we all go, memories fade, light fades, you fade, I fade, we all fade to black

Knowledge of a fact is Wisdom, knowledge’s forgone conclusion, no ghost ever comes back.

In a manner of speaking, using logic and reason for the formulation of the argument’s ending

That it’s logical using premises which are assumed to be true and resulting deduce bending

Of the words’ meanings which may be either misused or misunderstood & lead to bad battles

Beating the odds is unlikely to come to fruition, more than likely a loser returns to the rattles.

Hums the songs that the drummers and horn blowers played in harmony ad infinitum, above

Blind faith in the theory that was created from nothing but dead air and fear of death’s dove

It flies in for all of us, many before some of us and not even one before us, newborn too still

High up the hill of Earth, above the fray of the atmospheric plasma, there you are, Jack & Jill!

Ideas come out of nowhere, opened mind allows the subjective predication & presence

In context provided by all who came before the innocent & ignorant, it’s bull’s scat tense

Of course, an alternative is that Life’s but a dream, nothing more nor less than nightmares

Your control over the causes and effects of a random presence is at best, fatal flaw’s tears.

Up and away from the surface where it all comes down to staying alive & dying up in vain

It’s a communication never received on Earth, only astronauts got the message, all insane

Nothing but blackness and white dots in space, blackness and white dots, everywhere 360

No Divine Creator or Buddah or Krishna or Jesus Christ or Muhammed Ali, Nothing to see.

Remain entrenched in the liturgical dilemma about the nature of Life, Death & sexbotics

Tricks happen to those who pay attention to the hand that’s not as quick as the eye antics

Mirrors reflect the image if clear & light but in the darkness it’s all the same look, nothing

The herd is the collection you become nurtured within for the final stage, world frolicking.

If you don’t want to have super fun when the time comes, jump in headfirst, dive off a deck

Do a jackknife or cannonball to make a splash or cut into the surface as a sharp stiletto check

Comin’ up for air after touching the bottom of 11 feet depth, the look of relief merges H2O

Made it with the pool of water again, always a quickie and a repeat, orgasmic ebb and flow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Blowvember VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Tricked the cosmos into this plethora of junk food, hobo wisdom while jammin’ to @kidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch on youTube https://youtu.be/r95wT3yT83A?si=1TXEeZtYcc0S12CZ }

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

--------------------------

 

My Thing Ain’t No Thang

##################################

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!