#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

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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.

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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 }

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SailinShoes #LittleFEAT YOMurph! Coppin' a Sneak

AIN’T NO MURPHY’S LAW

Take my twisted word for it, that’s all of it and here at the lovely Hotel California, all ya need

Murphy’s voice says things no one comprehends because languages are foreign tongue-bleed

Until battles & wars waged kill the unhinged species of every continent, there will be chaos

Wicked or a bit bad, Saintly or mostly good & hardly squeaky clean, like y’all & your bosses.

I ain’t casting aspersions or in other words, judge not, lest I be judged, is my own mantra

It’s been easy to follow the categorical imperative to do unto others as I’d desire for a son

Nobody on the lawns in front of my house since I live I a penthouse of a high rise in a city

No need to fuss about going in and out for this and that, I ain’t worried about havin’ fun.

Watch the disguise of the discussion for the hidden meaning, there isn’t anything hidden

You’ll be analyzing the lines for what’s not there from my mind, it’s all an original, a big sin

Hiding lying eyes behind shades is a remarkable idea, I wish I’d thought of that years ago

It’s a fact of life that I was too damn cool for school, y’all many of y’all had the same show.

Chicago to Texas, Mississippi & Montana, California I spent those decades to rock & spin

All of y’all need to settle down & take total control of your behavior, don’t be a big screw

To the obedience of regulations & laws of civilized freedom to be alive & do what you do

Pretending is over, reality is setting into your conscious mind, cause & effects of action.

What was written on the inner cave walls by the intelligent Cro-Magnon, it’s already gone

Sights unseen and returning to the cosmic dust never before able to introspect upon One

On the stretches road that only a hitchhiker can access, picked up by locals’ antennae high

On demand that we all do and say everything perfectly as if we were perfect yet we ain’t.

I always knew I knew what Love was, what it is & always will be, a way to fixate “yo’ mama”

In order to fully appreciate the way that’s so narrow you think you’re on the wrong path out

Baked the goods & diablo’s evils into the ugliest amongst the tribes & herds worldwide Alah

My BIC lighter lit up the darkness with a spark that couldn’t be more than a radar blip, brah!

The load got loose, used the dump truck to drop it all off at the brickyard refuse yard dump

Pints swigged, shots fired in fireball form, boiled makers into a hot mess of cosmic debris

It is then, we’ve arrived at the future turned into the past, omnipresent in shape and form

North & South poles of the rotating, orbiting planets, Earth included, will animate eternity.

Call it fictional appellations so you can make much ado about the nothingness, it’s alright

Below upper echelons there’s a gathering for a big feast, stabbing with jagged, steely knives

It’s all for one & one for all routine, simple setup for the innocent & faithful to the blue blood

Harm absorbed, suffering in pain sublimated into a psychic realm of aftereffects the hood.

Lights dimmed into the black ultravioletish, low wavelength with that high frequency wave

I’ll wait here while you discover a reason for being alive on Earth, strong species all survive

Weak species become extinct & only resume their evolution through scientific intervention

In a test tube or a beaker, heated & corrupted in original form, a thing from nothing but sin.

Sin is laced and the cards are stacked, no matter how you slice it, you’re guilty of the crime

Allow your mother to read you mind but close it tight in every other case, it’s orphans’ Time

Guilt & responsibility for the morality and ethics of the minions, sabotage’s Idea itself, dies

As a phoenix rises, so you will too with or without the guardians, above the fray & holy lies.

Now, assuming Murphy’s Law is accurate, “If it can go Wrong, it will go Wrong.” Butter toast

Butter side down, gravity pulls the heavy side down too, on the ground, no worries mostly

Hard knocks headed in our direction because we’re in the way, move & pivot for correction

Frozen Time, melted in Space, expecting perfection results in that occurrence in It all, son.

Solids, liquids & gases are the reality of these doors between Us & eternity, pathos myths

Epic eras come and go, if not recollected via tools that mark surfaces in sensible glyphs

Money in gold or territory, it’s all it’s always been, nothing more nor less, a brief sojourn

We got the reason and the rhyme, we lived & we died mercy to you, my & mom’s unborn.

Truth is being told right now, I had everything in order, all categories full engaged in play

Monkeys on the soup line just like the people, they thought their mommies & daddies say

Just take the handouts, they got the program & couldn’t detach from deception, buggers

Full house with aces over cowboys, doesn’t beat four deuces, which is a hand in mine

I’llhump the bass for the backbeat of the drums, rhythm & rhyme to follow lemon squeeze

There is no subject, no object, no predicate, no adverbs, no articles, no verbs either, please

Leave out the super egos we inherited from immigrants who comingled diverse RNA decoys

Gave us the business, kids from the 50’s to the 70’s then tried to oppose us wonder boys.

Fierce as enlightened apostles of the void, no place in the universe for mankind’s silk ilk

Ends all come down to this, it began and ran its course between a bang & chocolate milk

There’s no joke here, why are you laughing, what’s funny, are you serious? Clowns stank

You know Murphy’s Law is that if it can, it will go wrong, and you can take that to the bank.

Ice melts, you know that & milk spoils, ex-wives miss you, at the border, you get pinned down

Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky, twinkle, twinkle, little star, as a clown

Unknown about the unknown since before history began, a cluster ingestion down the throat

Hair is a feather in the cap for the style of cut your father decided to sculpt, #Hairpie, wrote.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-28-2025 Anno Domini @ 1533 hours PT

{ Crafted while Jazz jammin’ to top 100

JAZZ plus  https://youtu.be/tfUZomG97pI?si=F82UQq37H4AaBTAL }

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@CoffinCorner Hangtown to Coloma, California #FromTheSeaToTheStratosphere #SupraSubStacked #CaseyKasemSPECIALhappyEnding #FLOsnips #BedBathAndBeyondNewsomeLosesome

flow IS THE WAY TO GO

A moment after I was punched in the nose, I lost a pint of blood or two

Seemed like a whole gallon, transfused before the operation, MF mook

From Texas or Mississippi, like a plague it got from Florida to Montana

Conditional digits flash zero to nine ad infinitum, Hangtown to Coloma.

Now is the time in Time, inside of the outer limits of a twilight zone soul

General and Particular for a subject and predicate, metaphysics of a hole

Nothing special about comprehending conclusions with truths as proofs

As above, it is exactly the same as below, regardless of your other spooks.

Think therefore you may be what you think you is, soda cracker you are too

No fooling your perfect perception, extra-zero of the plus and minus of “x”

Long number line from zero to infinity, multiple choices to swig more brew

Kegs & ponies emptied out after red solo cups all got burnt in a flambé stew.

Inside the labor force there’s a ghost remaining after the heroes all died out

After the battles on hallowed ground, their bones got a period & a full stop

Punks with greasy hair, combed back in a pretend barbershop group-pop

Road from the garden of Eden onto the road to Hades, God morphs doubt.

Jump off of the cliff to the water of the sea, down below the trails and beach

Deep breath & jump, eyes both wide open seeing the last sight within reach

Lights go out & it’s just like falling asleep on a blanket on the sidewalk, ever

And ever ad infinitum, above, so below, what will be, will be, that’s forever.

Prick up your ears so you can’t only hear Sound but also your blowin’ horn

This isn’t what is happening on Earth for all the dead & gone, all too human

Bright lights shining inside the closet of darkness, old ladies have no reason

Oh, your God didn’t create you? God is not dead since never was ever born.

Or will you know you’re dead once you die? No but I don’t know why, so

I’m doing my best at being the worst I’ve ever been, I have confidence ditto

Hard or softer rocks getting the rhythm & blues in order to reflect ghosts

They’re here & now, some time & then vanished, all night’s twitter posts.

I’ve no doubt about it, dumb luck takes care of the problems with destiny

Face it sooner or later, you’re in it to win it or you’ll die up high in the sky

Meaning nothing but the ways and the means to achieve nirvana is mine

Don’t own it, just using the thing itself, it’s holy oneness’ is so Pope fine.

Uncle Romeo married Aunt Juliette & were real life, daughters & sons

Of south Jersey near Philly was close enough to Brooklyn’s Bowery boys

Faces get pretty or they don’t, it depends on the DNA combo, Ma virgin

It’s what’s inside that counts, so they say, perfect form of flesh & bone.

Got bent just like my girlfriend who married me told me to, honey stealth

Broadened my horizon in twenty-four hours of unexpected introspection

I had to pivot from my original sin, biting into a forbidden fruit, apple sin

High up above the highest palm & redwood trees, bald eagles fly in health.

Between the origin of life and the final curtain, it’s a play on words to go

Pin cushion soft & ready for a stab and choke, the last one had a black belt

Retaliated & caused severe emotional & physical stress on the hero at hand

Fan means “fanatic” out of touch, out of time outs as above, so hot below.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August 20^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

“A slow dance with fate, shoes untied, tripping over the punctuation marks of memory—every stumble a stanza, every gasp a rhyme. Words unravel between the edge of a whisper and the thundercrack of hindsight, chasing the truth through shadowed corridors where echoes sign divorce papers with invisible ink. The hero limps forward, carrying scars like curious constellations, searching in the dark for a story worth the bruise, a meaning stitched inside the aftermath.” 

By Artie fishell the intel Agents one

@Titleist #Titleist #TigerWoodDrives @ARETHA #PinkCadillac @PointerSisters #HesSoShy #PutYourHandsTogether

UNCERTAINTY IS A PRINCIPLE,

 I THINk hot pink

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Preconceived notion as you were at one, lightning blind thunderstorm shocks to a psyche

If you don’t worry, you may be happy but if you worry, sadness fills azure sky & blue sea

Flirting with the disaster of your eyes seeing darkness in the light, all ears hard of hearing

It’s always the same old story, history repeats itself only because nobody recalls a thing.

How the effects happened as they appear to the observation, the causes are programmed

One or the Many, original sin proposition, as we multiply we’ll live a bit, then we’ll all die

Isolate your muscle memory for maximum efficiency, it’s the brain in a skull in peak tune

Seeing and believing the sights, insights, oversights in tune with the success of The Rune.

Forward or backward, conscious awareness moves ahead until the nervous system freaks

About a chain reaction of eternal pain, it’s what it’s all about, no pain no gain, I got leaks

Ahead and behind where I am, at this point with an entire society's dimwitted holy blokes

Not only it ain't their fault that they’ll be dead eventually but also, mortal ethic’s feckless.

Songs sung, prose and poetry vocalized via the speed of sound and light, into the hot Void

No mistaken thrust in the movement’s blast-off of the burnt-out stardust, Earth ship ahoy

Marking all the places to be recollected when you got the floor, do it quick, it goes away

Death & what comes of it when it is the hot food we eat three times every single weekday.

Hit me with the aces and deuces because I’ve already got a pair of each of them, let’s bawl

I wouldn’t even if I could 'cause I’ve got a big problem with it looks too good to be true

Uncounted cards but odds are no one has a higher full house, I am all in for the long haul

If you don’t fold you’ll be the loser who wonders why you didn’t hit your hunch & fold.

Parts of everything are in separate categories stacked from ground to as high as it goes

Gravitational collapse is inevitable if gravitational force exists, all will return to One dose

Of a being that neither is alive nor will experience death, DOGE is an all too human thing

Government of the people will remain until the revolution brings royalty, “The Sting.”

Free Will and freedom to move from place to place without restriction except property

Private or Public, the singular way to enhance behavior of amoral punks, country & city

Popes don’t bury their bones, they incinerate them, except for heads and finer bones

There’s no doubt about it, blind faith is in the luck of the draw, I hear mighty Bosstones.

Tabulate the holy slicksters who also won’t disrobe appear anti-nude, savior of sinners

Holy innocents belong behind iron bars, to protect them from the forces of loser-winners

We the people, you and I, all of us who disagree about everything political under heaven

Harm heals but never forget who did it, eyes wide open, thrive & you’ll enjoy extinction.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July 3rd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{Drafted jammin’ to The Mighty, Mighty Bosstones link

@ https://youtu.be/hamEHlNGuIM?si=gtDQuUgRHR4O71GE}

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