CHEECH & CHONG & FULL METAL JACKET for the Fallen near the Git Git Go! OOrah! @HenrysCrime @KeenuReeves & RIP to mama mia!

R.I.P. mama mia 

Salvatrese Alfano Stephan

peace & I love you baby!  XOXO

BALL HAS A DROP-DOWN-MENU FOR BEER

I’ve got news for the old folks, the young folks and the #WokeFolks in the bleeding

Broken laws come first after ten commands, you can’t be a good human, no felons

Your OP parents were either never there or there & shouldn’t ‘ve been there, DING

Ethical decisions based on traditional morality of right & wrong, good & evil sons.

No daughters are allowed to be evil, they are all the product of semen of the men

Just a solitary egg wondering about nothing suddenly hijacked by RNA without Zen

Harmony when atoms collapse into black holes beneath the Milky Way’s day tripper

Hidden within star systems’ planetary orbitals, none with life as we know it, a zipper.

Stop my watch, your time is up & it’s all goin’ down to the bottom of the holy dumbbell

Bums & stoned junkies hired to judge, umpire & referee the ball game, avoid inevitable

Until death will strife then part your 208 bones, blood & consciousness to die for any day

Idiots & morons runnin’ to head the show but the jig is up & naked kings are all but gay.

Brow-beating your master’s mama until you’re released and freed from being indentured

That’s the only way to succeed at annihilating your slave mentality, inherit from a cool fool

In or out of your home, above & below the ground we share with all plants & animal herds

Everywhere, anyplace, anytime including eternity out of Time, pretend that it is all One too.

Let me assure myself before I reduce my ego to the essence of being’s reduction, poor ol’ Id

Professional and amateur have equal but separate visions, one to enrich & the other to enjoy

For nobody can anybody die for, whether you have a notion to do it or not, it’s impossible too

Just sayin’ it’s a long road to the top & quick jump off of a bridge or a cliff when killin’ the kid.

Nobody cares if it’s Albert, Anthony, Zeke or Zachary, from A to Z, you’re flushed to the guts

Conception & then abortion, it’s the human’s extinction mechanism for Mother Nature’s cuts

Safer & at risk like your daddy & mama were, it’s inheritance to swill like Tennessee whiskey

Portholes open without glass barriers, the ship goes down, poop deck from fore to aft, at sea.

Silly brothers fighting like cousins and their choices of mate, it will never, ever begin again

You know deep down that the Truth is, you were fortunate to be conceived at all, pray Zen

No free choices other than to follow the cause & effect system of the down & out, hurry up

You may run out of time or be already gone, fly like an Eagle, win an NFL championship cup!

Queer is different from the Norm, which is what evolutionary variation of genes is all about

You get picked up hitch-hiking, believing that human beings are all good, none of them evil

Eyes wide open when you are forced to terminate the threat of being incarcerated by a lout

As above the ground is wide open, so below the ground, all the same, above & below gravel.

Crickets rubbin’ legs for the attraction to reproduce its own kind, no reason for that bull scat

It’s the nature of the beast, evolution for the most fit who reproduce a lot, the predators eat

Holy ghosts remain when things themselves eek out their mortality, decrepit ashes in an urn

All sights out of sight, all sounds hard of hearing, tasteless because their odorless, feel a burn.

You won’t feel a thing after the pain dissipates, nobody feels anything after it’s all gone to hell

Believe the dead folks when they return to the psychics who explore the black hole in a bell

Loose as my old lady Lucy or up tighter than a drum, up here on top, ain’t no big thing, so high

Bluff it for me and difficult for y’all, a lucky draw from a holy deck of 52, got a full house, I lie!

Plaid & polka dotted shirts and skirts, long sweaters of wool and synthetic silk, all in my head

When you are forced to skip a rope & you’re the best of the rest, single or double-Dutch uphill

Inside of a river I stepped into, I immediately reflected, wouldn’t step into the flow twice devil

Backward spelling of the diablo is ‘lived,’ there’s no doubt, devil is lived with corpses all dead.

Squirt the fluid out the container, envelop the origin in the code of an original garden snaking

I’ll get up your leg, gone up every mother’s leg near my pheromones that waft in the dead air

You know what I know, it’s nobody’s secret that we’re alive & we’re all gonna die, sooner here

Immortality in a conceptual, bizarre world as we know it, ash remains can’t drink ale or beer.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 1-XXIXth - MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

{ Killed the Lead, Buried the Lead, Drafted this Ditty while jammin’ to the @Eagles #LongRoadOutOfEden on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5nhM1BJOHu8 & the #Creators Anunnaki, Gods, Ancient Aliens

@ https://youtu.be/S74h3U7rISM?si=mZJYWKl8EO85CjXS )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AppleJackGold #Schism #WhenHadesFreezesOver #YoMama

TAKIN’ THE HIGH ROAD OUT OF EDEN

What the gods hack with ease!

Whoopin’ Man’s ass sometimes!

Whippin your mare or your Philly won’t do the trick, obedience is earned with kind causes

Gone up and down with the roller coaster’s tracks, might be four or eight, up to the bosses

I ain’t the one that’s been here since day 1, I wasn’t even gonna show up until it was all over

Yet, here I am, holding my ground to the folks who step across the line, back step one, lover.

Pensions come & finally come to an end, comin’ out your cash bottom line, freaks in charge

Of the gunpowder that the Chinese figure would make noisy explosions to share the Large

It don’t hurt one bit to be scared for a second, makes you laugh or gets you cussin’ a might

Bits of pieces come apart & return back to it’s original sin state of disobedience to the fight.

Sisters and cousins can’t comprehend the nature of the beast, it’s the original G on trial too

Yo’ to the gallery, later to the crass & ignorant, high & mightier than the get-go-gangster fool

Pants on the ground, dago T’s tucked in to baggie blues or greys, no choice to be in the herd

On the corner or between the blocks, the streets’ asphalt too hot to go ala barefoot furled.

Right to the Left, all learned from the leaders of the herd, elected or dominated by fearing

Every command of the mighty absentee creator of heaven above & Earth below, it’s a show

To be or not to be is not only a question but also the final gasp of wind in a sore cutthroat

Too severe to repeat ad infinitum, angelic Singularity’s black hole, everything’s everything.

I’m slidin’ on ice I didn’t create, just visiting for a spell, no choice to be created in the Lust

Married or not, the two become One, here we are, all from the duality of the divine Trust

Quiet silence fills the empty room, see the reason for the nucleus is to create the nuclei

Nothing to do with rewards and punishments for observing rules & theorems to be Free.

Spirit outside of the skin and bones, infused into the granite stone-rock cross & years here

On planet Earth’s dirty ground, gold & lead leaking out from the finality of the star we were

Earth’s a dying star, think about the Truth, no choice to want peace, you’ll die anyway boss

It’s all there is blinded buy the Truth, here today in my Cadillac, gone tomorrow, God’s loss.

Inside of the head’s skull, a brain’s mind mills over the good, the bad & the ugly faces of men

Each one created by the isolation of One Egg, coded RNA for survival of the fittest, God amen

Hey man, you gotta go when you gotta go, toilet to hide the defecated & urinated below us all

Now, Time’s almost all gone, years of decades fading into the forgotten Truth, why angels fell.

You have all twenty breaths left in your lungs, don’t say a thing unless it ends, “I am so sorry!”

All you thought about & everything you did is all in your mind, as it dies, you’re all gone too

Wishing it was different but there’s some unknown reason for the madness, it’s all the Story

Saga and tale that can never repeat, it’s a One & Done, tribute to the power that is, The Boo!

by

r j j stephan i

c. Mardi, 1-28-MMXXV @ 444 AMPST

{ Lettin’ Nothin’ slide, Your Pity & Sorrow has no effect, High Road taken & drafted this gem while repeating a loop of #TrueLove by @GlenFrey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic?si=M0_IV1iQKp1wsv_y & some @Stewie link @ https://youtu.be/S74h3U7rISM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

GOLD CROWNED FRUIT BAT

G O L D  applejack

OLD NEWS IS GOOD NEWS #OBLIVION }@TomCruz{ #WhosInCharge? #ShakespeareWasFrancisBacon #PoliticalScientology

 

IDIOTS' INFECTION ILLITERACY

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Get off of your arse 1-22

Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk
Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk
Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force
Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back
There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls
Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent
Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings
Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes
Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real
World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written
Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin
As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too
Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes
Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes
String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive
Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure
Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour
Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird
Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth
They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth
No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky
If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone
Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son
Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime
At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it
If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate
Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen
Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all
Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now
Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall
Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al
Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal
On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain
If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum
You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff
King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship
Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8 } 

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

LOATHING THAT FEAR JUST AIN'T ENOUGH #RareEarthIsEnough #OneFamousFormation #ComeWithMe #MA #WORDup

FAMOUS FORMATION, IT'S TRICKY

In every sense of the word, before and after the facts of life have been disclosed, dissolution

Above & below the thing itself, there’s something occult occurring before & after death of us

Not only are we cremated, lost at sea or buried underground but also our spunk’s cut loose

Herd of cows with fewer bulls than the requirement for survival, drink milk, eat steak blues.

Looking up is what happens when you’re out of control, an introspection out folds of an onion

Even may whistle Dixie on the way to the courthouse, to sign the agreement to be The Union

Confederation of crop holders who grew the seed & expected the profit resisted taxation’s sin

And so forth and so on, infinity on the lamb as the implosion of the Void begins at a holy one.

Who is upset with the only way that things on planet Earth can be, out or in utero, just as I am

You may not be in communicado, but I am, these thoughts going with one word being spoken

Executive orders are the final nail in the coffin of socialists of the states of Republicans united

Word up, just a manner of speaking sound agreed upon by the minions who inhabit the dead.

Love to be wrong, incorrect about my highly probable assumptions & undeniable conclusions

Ridiculous as your parents formed your psyche to the form it inhabits on every star, my sons

Harmony during strife is all that counts to survive the psyche assault with nunchakus of gold

Turning the world into clay before the ultimate annihilation, ash of leftover trees so I’m told.

Mash sound & light to be smelled & tasted all out of touch in the configuration of 360 degrees

A 3-d figure of two hemispheres in alignment, form & shape of all there is everywhere about

Gangs will be jailed until deported on day One, on the second ad infinitum, thank you please

Part of the die from one through six throws craps & snake eyes that’ll make your heart seize.

Play you cards right and keep them close to your vest to cover up the secret of a winning hand

It had to be, someone bet on the full house when all four deuces pulled away the rubber band

You win some & lose some, if you’re lucky more wins than losses for your past, a future shock

There’s been a schism of the schizoids who think the past ain’t got standing, I just wanna rock.

No matter what you believe, it’s highly unlikely that you have adopted a false narrative too

Until now, you believed you were always cool with the rhythm & blues of the song, so blue

Chills up and down the spine because the dope ain’t workin’ to kill the pain, to dumb down

What a shame, what a waste but there’s no choice, no free will, it’s the angels’ low moan.

Slowly you turn, see what you’ve missed? Nothing at all and there won’t ever be again

Don’t shoot the messenger, you’ve got the 2nd amendment, but I crash into a lion’s den

No use in negotiating with terrorists, they cheat, they steal because you schooled them

Harry and Don have the whole shebang wrapped up, it’s all about control of THC Stem.

You ain’t black, you ain’t white, you ain’t a permutation of the rainbow, so just pretend it

Get enough people to agree with the situation and you’ve become one of the many sticks

In the end as in the beginning there’s a fail-safe that prevents the misconception of tricks

Let it all hang out as if you don’t care one way or the other what another thinks in the pit.

Long lives may or may not be successful, short lives may be the most successful, it’s said

Things that needed to be done in a life once lived, reincarnated the memory of the dead

Now that’s the way the ball bounces, it may or may not be Free Will, it may be a joker’s

Dreamer having the dream we call life on Earth, in the head, in the dream, mother F’ers.

Birth and death of the 208 bones you’ve evolved from the sperm & an egg of your prequel

You have had nothing to do with the apparent choices which were all predetermined swill

Skullduggery gone down in front of your very eyes, still you didn’t put two & two to sum

Easy yet difficult to circumvent conundrums occurring at random, myself, I’m born to run.

If not me then who could be responsible for my behavior? A mighty amorphous entity?

Or my human parents since I’m all too human myself, it’s not their fault that I act chitty

All my fault, my responsibility for the things I cause & their inevitable effects, every one

None are not many, but some are either one & the same or a dream within another One.

You have me underneath your skin, in a manner of speaking, we’re crossing a foot bridge

Over the river that covers the gold of the capitol, we walk & ride across from over there

Pinned a place on the map when I was blind & stoned, it’s where I would go & stay forever

Dropped a deuce and although few know the reference, it’s the Truth of God’s dams of her.

Creeps of crypts in your closet behind your hung short skirts & long sweaters, a choice too

Silly big & little hunks of flesh & 208 bones to mix it up with the DNA pool, just like a fool

Not that you have a free will or a choice, it’s beyond good & evil, this is a wonderful thing

After the fact, it’s different and never the same because it’s not supposed to be, #f#c#ing.

There’re dead men who left their legacy from their own dead ancestors, unknown to us all

Very good and the most excellent come only from what we understand with no doubt call

Amplifiers blast out the electronic transfer of twangin’ & pluckin’ A’s to the G’s arpeggios

Always alone yet everything all together without a mess, all Order without Chaos’ blows.

Dopamine in the smoke, why it’s called the dweeb’s dope, it’s a sedative for future shocks

It comes in waves from a surprise attack with zeroes to the H-bombardier back of a B-52

Monkeys in the jungle or in the zoo, could be me or you but we’re just the naked ape stew

Don’t taste well to cannibals but they eat anything, they’re full of it & soon, a trigger cocks.

Facts of life are in the epistemology, buried within the deductions there are infinite quarks

As always, reflection of the things themselves requires an observer whether genii’s or dorks

Seriously folks, this is no time for pretenders to give it a shot, need the saving grace of IT

Critics are inside of my house as uninvited guests who know it all & then some, bull’s s#it1

Take a breath, take a knee for the national anthem because you hate your ancestors’ stone

Songs sung, prose on a philosophical jag to show how long you can go wrong, like a drone

Playing games & cheating on the one that I love, the one inside of me, you know it’s all me

Brought outside of the form it has no standing & can be obliterated into oblivion, ain’t free.

Sight unseen still imposes the hurt and it’s impossible to forget about it, now or then, git git

You may need a couple of shots and a Modelo chaser because this is going to get rough chit

Kansas City blimp to Seattle or to Bangor, matter moves in the intended direction, gas’ over

No chance leftover from the game, rules at the finish line, mission impossible, a divine lover.

Chicago stinkin’ to high heaven, Indian preserves by the boneyard named after Sainted ghost

Some height above seven feet gets the vision of giants lookin’ down on the creepin’ holy host

Mankind ain’t too kind to the women, attempting survival of the most fit, failing miserably

It’s alright with everyone dead & alive, there’s no harm & no foul, in hiding, shots & bubbly.

Too much is too much, mama used to say, enough is enough, a tautological nightmare too

I didn’t know until I couldn’t get the answer to the question, I forgot how God got so blue

Forget about being the mighty strong thing that nothing can usurp without murdering God

That’s impossible, famous formation cannot remain alone, get over it, wait for Time, hotrod!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ High Noon PMPST

{ Penned this without a pen while jammin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (full version 18”) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs?si=boICQ1XDdmX3gosV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StopPretendingThatYoureSomoneElse #SoulSearching

Ssss-GhostLivinInAGhostTown-ssss

You are now homeless because you’ve spread homelessness, hum bums’ junk, Elvis & y’all
All streamin’ bums and junkies rule the uninhabited wealth of the high hill of the fools’ hill
Bums invaded the neighborhood of gold & silver hoarders, underground safely down low
Real estate agents, owners of the properties in paradise above & beyond the dregs below.

Tricks with or without magic words can cause the effect because of your will to power trip
Stark view of the world as we know it can suffice for all you’ll ever know and never skip
In the heat of the frozen night, undercovers that mysterious curiosity nobody recalls at all
Shot the guns and rifles, to be certain of the uncertainty of bad guys in mean streets’ pall.

Steering clear of the obstacles you could see, hear & smell but couldn’t touch good taste
Drinkin’ the alcohol only makes you want to drink more alcohol, a downward spiral mate
Our ancestors and descendants were & will be the filthy bums, drunks on the backstreets
Pumped the love and hate joy-juice into thin skin, down to the 208 bones’ hard rock beats.

Soul begins the scoot on the road, up the middle to the end of the clear lines, finite redux
High or low, seen or invisible to the sixth or the other five senses, days of old are pure luck
You were conceived either on purpose or in error, in every case roll & sweet leaf, Za ZEN tea
Runaways don’t turn into Getaways easily, balls ripped from their backs for social security.

Sensational alpha before the dawn turns into an extinct omega, we had to take it easy, man
Understanding & Acceptance of the Truth as it is, are required blind faith, One won, amen
Before each of our conceptions, saving your skin and bones wasn’t necessary, now it is, so
Dreaming you live and die on Earth is the cosmic psychopathic trail, whistle me, just blow!

My brown-eyed girl animates sleeping, inanimate objects of stone, obliterated a freemason
Out in bright sunlight with nothing to hide in a shadow of anything in itself, eyes wide open
Punch directly delivered to the two lips & chin, recall an uppercut to the jaw-drop the gums
You can’t fool mother nature & better love yo mama, karma isn’t kind to mother’s slums.

Essence of incense in the olfactory region of the form, scratch & sniff for the full effect of It
Living free or indentured makes a difference to humans alive on Earth, rich, poor, same chit
Oxygen helping to keep us all alive while carbon-O2 we exhale is used for cash, gods’ gold
Built to rock, stone & plastic fastened together in forged steel, it’s skyline to be rigmarole.

I have a secret which cannot be bifurcated in anyone’s mouth, you hear nothing at all y’all
Conceptual analysis is the tool your father warned you about & you played contrarian ball
Law enforced right after the crime is committed to avoid chaos’ lawlessness down under
Of the women and the puppy love served up in the way too early teens, SNAFU & FUBAR.

Penniless without pockets anyway, wealthy in a manner of speaking, far, far away, too far
Radioactive blood feeding the frenzy for a gold standard & live jerk-offs alive in a bell jar
A rat and a mole confronted each other inside of a floating container, it’s hard to swallow
No more being nice to the relative species, “No More Mr. Nice Guy!” what I oughta bellow.

Hound dog song clarifies the way it is, the way it goes more often than not, a ghost towner
Not alive & not dead but in between a rockin’ hard place & Outerspace’s empty chattaqua
Etcetera comin’ in threes like you’ve never seen before, now that I mentioned it, she sees
Overhears about what nobody but you will find, creepin’ afoot explains stone ‘hood’s trees.

In search of the miraculous trip only gods get, there are too many now homeless in the hills
Where the angels lived on a hill above the creepy fires that sealed the thievery speed bawls
No desires for things unrequited nor unrequired by the thing itself in me, underground to fear
Pity for the less fortunate who made the beds they sleep in, they don’t like it, God don’t care.

Called them punks because they seemed beyond good & evil, both in & out of stone temples
On the corners off the busy streets, using the cross-street to nominate the group of greasers
Or the future American religious-political fodder farmed from Wisconsin to Colorado fool gold
Shut your mouth oughta do the trick & keep the occult out of sight, certain it can’t be found.

In theoretical jargon, the conclusion deduced before a last gasp for one & all, that’s all folks
Splashin’ & screamin’ but it’s what’s happening when there’s a Big Bang & nowhere left to go
Past to Future in a snap, hardly a moment spent in the Present, Presence a gift to never give
Truth for all Life in all forms is just to be or not to be, Francis Bacon retrograde to Plato alive.

Regardless of your knowledge & recollection of facts of life & death, it’s happening Supreme
Wisdom of the ghost within is to remain humming silently like a well-oiled cyber-punk meme
Ruthless to defend power within at all costs, a priori premise & a posteriori deduced, it is sent
Masticating live birth, day & night ala womb to tomb & so on, it’s out of my hands, get bent!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 1-12-2025 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Slapped this out the demons’ mouths while showing @TheRollingStones #LivingInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fq-NsyKxDiI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?