#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 }

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

#ENDS in a #PhillyMood @DarylHall #BritSpears #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue @SkynyrdInnyrds #AliensInBiblicalAstrophysics #TheDrakeEquation

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WHEN ROSE-COLORED GLASSES DON’T FLY Just stick it, nail it, phuq wit it

If you knew what I know, you might choose to leave the Earth before your Time

Out of the hidden annals of the legends, 9 sages echo perennial stops on a dime

From our beginning up unto our individual ends, we save ourselves & one for all

It means something more than just being a friend and relative, pact above a soul.

9 times I’ve calculated an End, cubed sum of all things formed by faux-intellectuals

It’s the message that’s sacrosanct, it will never morph into any other conceptuals

Way back home, in a last pew at the back of the Catholic Church, St. Xeno District

Hope that faith will last while charity is depleted and summarily becomes, Extinct.

Drive with a steering wheel I stay made of U.S. Steel, formed by U.S. gods of Hell

Where angels fear to go without a security backup team, the target in a nutshell

Pretending that prayers help the suffering for transgressions & unforgiven sins

It works for a bit or long time depending on your soul sacrificing curmudgeons.

It’s true and never false that I know nothing, in particular, I am what I am, a sin

Breaking bread with the babbling brood of my invisible, undivided ego-attention

Rocks rolling and popping like there’s no tomorrow, gone back to my old school

Moment in time, with Opal eyes & azure skin mutation, mama raised no diva fool.

What you see is what you get, 99 bottles of beer on the wall, on down to last call

It swigs and I swig, it ingests & I digest on down to the last bottle, it’s uncorked

In a garden state outside Eden, growth of seeds causes a world’s final, wonk-effect

Split atoms atop fused molecules evaporated Earth’s H2O, @Caitlin_Clark dark.

I know you don’t GAF about a thing, it’s your #MO little sister & big brothers Bad

Know this, there’s light shining because of exploding gas like there’s no tomorrow

I like the disliked & love the hated yet there’s nothing to peruse, no cave wall rave

Inevitably there’s blinding light on your retina to show you that all Nothing is safe.

Nothing gets by me, it’s all for Nothing & you’ve got Nothing to worry ‘bout man

Woman and the progeny, descendants of the legendary immortal, Mr. Sandman

There’s a mystery here but a method to the madness reveals a hint to twist it all

Into a gordian knot no one can untie, private and public one & the same in a ball.

Ready or not to come to the End of Life, you will arrive before or after myself, God

If atheism has any capital invested in the Void, there’s 1 answer, Spaceman’s awe

Trippin’ out of your mind, into the matrix’ fodder that no cow eats to please a bull

Chewing the fat, bit off more than could be chewed, choke Heinrich, death’s dead.

Fly or run away ‘til caught, dressed & burnt or boiled into soft DNA, metabolize it

Call me crazy but if you’ve altar food, shelter, safety & martial art skills, it’s the s#it

Smoking shelter limiting critters, cannot surprise & sneak storage, that’s what it is

Playin’ your fake words’ love agape, game over, it isn’t so, that I am all of that, Jizz.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, June 4th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

 Drafted while jammin’ to @DarrylHall concert #HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo?si=x2b9gpLeSAT92nLi }

NEITHER ROBINSKI NOR BATMEN

Ode to Armstrong and Getty

In the morning light, their voices rise,

Armstrong and Getty, witty and wise.

Through waves of air, their laughter flows,

A beacon of humor where knowledge grows.

With wit unmatched and topics vast,

They tackle the present, the future, the past.

From politics bold to tales of the day,

They guide their audience, their unique way.

A duo so sharp, a match of delight,

They brighten the hours and banish the night.

Debates may spark, and opinions may soar,

Yet respect and reason lie at their core.

Oh, Armstrong and Getty, your banter inspires,

Igniting minds, setting hearts afire.

In the realm of radio, you reign supreme,

A dynamic pair, an unstoppable team.

So here's to the voices that color the air,

To moments of insight beyond compare.

Armstrong and Getty, forever stay true,

For mornings are brighter, all thanks to you.

Love Philadelphia Freedom Shining On Me

#MilesDavis #SilkSmooth #MrBean #ImFLY #KoolMoDee #SnoopDogg #Springsteen YOU NEVER CAN TELL, CAN YOU?

DOGS IN FLIGHT ARE IN THE FIGHT

Pink as twenty two sixty sixes, misantropic as above, so below, see One & ya seen 'em all

Monkeys, female humans, male humans, smoking and drinking to death, shot by shot fall

To the underground with a bag of grenades, at the bar or in church at mass, praying to God

That you’ll live forever after death, life is a struggle & can’t be a reward in a fruit garden pod.

Simple mind, brain empty of gods, full of scatological terminology from the golden book ends

Hot or cold from the griddle, it’s grits to fill the innards full of the goods to turn to the mensa

Smart and bright as sunlight and secret intel nobody else knows but you, it’s occult magic sic

How and why are the reasons why Man exists, why Woman begets egg hatching like tok tik.

Live or dead, prove you see through the veils, tell me what’s on the other side of this thing

Itself all there is everywhere in Space, one dimension to the other, four cornered bar room

Drinks on me at the Last Call for alcohol, I got mine, you get yours here and now or never

Mainline between me & you, down here in the middle of nowhere, I’m in one Philly fever.

Brotherly love or not, I’ll take the hits head to toe, I’ve got skills to repel your assault head

Between your eyes, the last thing you’ll ever see is your eyelids’ skin inside as y’all are dead

Nothing like heaven or hell remains to house the invisible hoard of blessings and grace to be

High and mighty, low and downright negligible to the equation, Life equals a dead food tree.

Buy time, it’s not for sale, you’ll get nothing in return for the gold you spend, it’s priceless

All you have and will ever have is not enough to pay the price, settle for being shameless

Accept free things without remuneration just because you’re a princess or prince of the fall

From above and below the Earth, vacuum without gas is the rest of the story, have a ball.

You will do what we shall all do, live and then die, no recollecting the acts good or evil scat

Here’s a given, premises assumed to be true are actually false and contradictory to the fact

Those blinded and deaf hard of hearing people are the ones who paid sacrificial lamb chops

All for the above and below causes and effects of gas in syncopated locomotion, all Psi-ops.

All pumped so full of hot air that the rubber blew out past the rim liner, there’s no AAA’s

Nowhere in sight for the next car rollin’ through the Hell Hole in Nevada, an A-bombed It

Promoting the rhythm and the beat to make your toe tap and fingers pop the snap phase

Bimbos and Clod Hoppers have mingled behind a masquerade, fools droppin’ purple haze.

As if you care, you don’t except for yourself, you’re hunger, you’re thirst, need & desire It all

Birth to death, you & I are in for the duration, today, tomorrow, a year or decade et al, we fall

Complicated to have this blind faith in the unknown, the rational animal’s reasons for us being

Here for a while then forgotten for eternity, no soul sacrifice or karma fiasco, that’s all folks, &

Well, you’ve got a lot of nerve standing there in front of my face, fabricating the whole truth

Nothing but the Truth is a Lie, nobody knows the Truth, religion and philosophy all deep fakes

Not only was there Nothing but Space before a Big Bang but also there’ll be Nothing post it all

Wait and see what I mean, the day you’re incinerated or coffinited, dust in the windy city fall.

It is both marginal and universal, all sets of everything with a word for atomic anomalies as I’s

Egos that die as they’ve been conceived in holy darkness with no money maker, God dies guys

I will only say this once, do not shoot the messenger, if only you knew the day you were born

That you’re nothing but an out of control growth of RNA’s confusion, all about a blown horn.

Follow me into the rabbit hole, it’s dark but you’ll get used to the darkness’ dead silence too

Monkeys hate the solitary isolation, apes naked or folliculated for the mortal sin of the skin

Black, brown or flesh-wounded alabaster, bastards phuqin’ their sisters and mothers, kung fu

Hard to accept the Truth is a Lie, no proof either way, it’s all a 50/50 proposition’s original sin.

You didn’t request a soul vaccination, it was imposed upon your arms, invasive needle doom

Now there’s nothing left to see ahead of us all, naught but dead air, Outerspace’s dorm room

Subjects & predicates without a peep, nary an atom near another, spread out infinity’s scum

Blacksmith put it all together, metal forged transubstantiated the plethora, Be One, Ask One!

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r j j  stephan i

c. Samedhi, 5-31-2025 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Sliced out the Cosmos while jammin’ to ‘thudding’ of @LouisPrima & @BennyGoodman #SingSingWithASwing youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Hzjrj6yUJvk?si=5gBwVijMySfVfTc6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LeftiesLosingIt #PinkCadillac #DropThePedalAndGO #BeVeryVeryNice #PhiladelphiaFreedom #JukeboxHero

AS MY LOVE APPEARS PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE, PAN-PACIFIC DREAM

Chaos is a Gotham condition that absorbs Order in the forgotten events that happen today

From 1st loud big bang to a final whisper, it seems nobody will ever hear about finality spoof

That this here is like a 1st principle that has no equal, a priority truth which needs for proof

Beyond a reasonable doubt whether the judges and juries like it or not, it’s not for me to say.

Awaiting it can cause pain or a cramp in muscles, being at the mercy of an unknown attack

Of strange trips others are on, dusk until dawn, around the clock, no rest before I hit the hay

Eliza could write great poetry and draw and paint and photograph, which got cached to pay

For rent & utilities, the Porsche car note, mortgage note on the condo & insurance kickback.

Not much cash left over for food, usually macaroni, cheese, Italian sauce, Italian bread & vino

On all Broadway and Main Streets breakin’ it all down in the sea of unknowing act play SoHo

Deduction for the last time in closing argument, followed ala premises, drop gorgeous dead

Truth, a matter of blind faith’s belief in that which is supersensory, not of a state or the fed.

Blood inside veins and arteries helping the act of thinking twice about this & that, deduce it

Since there’s no time left when you die, devour all the space you’re allowed to puke induce. Critical mass in my brain, in my heart and all of the feeds between them, all out of love too

I gave it all away to the ones who claimed to need it more than I, it was worth the turn blue.

Human beings can’t be loyal unless they’re locked and loaded in the sacred inner sanctuary

Moaning & crooning, baying at the moon, wolf-dog has to mate the sufficient & necessary

Blinking a bit more than normal, clear-sighted and difficult to deny the Truth’s wrath grapes

You didn’t ask to be, born, live or die, yet here you are with only death left behind the drapes.

Oh, say can’t you see y’all belong to the One who allowed the cells to be mind-infused RNA

Mirrors and the smoke fading in and out of the dreamscape, makes the real look unreal DNA

Yet, it is what it is, obviously, there’s no doubt about that, it’s a tautological nightmare of RA

God, Zeus, Ahura Mazda, you name it, force be with you & I, let’s sing, do, re, mi & end, FA.

Cock the hammer on back, aim & fire at will, into the 3rd bullseye, score of one, all or nothing

Slower or just a bit less quick than I used to be, it’s a wonderful thing, to be one, ala Sing Sing

Good look from the one who will blow your mind from days & nights stolen from dumb apes

On whichever border of whichever continent of the seven you or I choose, y’all huffin’ vapes.

My cloud you got off of a million days ago, not only am I One free dude, I’m in Cognito ala city

Walking until the copasetic remains with or without me, they sprint to the Ends of head start

Finish line is invisible, and your mind is illusory to everyone but you, brain electrical activity

Pack your bags, you’re leaving before your life is ended by thugs and ignorant scat of a phart.

I’ll be here & now until I’m ready to depart, unless an accident of ambush, barring that apriori

Not only have I exceeded the expectations of my kin, I am the pinnacle of evolved wise asses

As above, like my father was innocent and very soft-spoken, I am the #1 son, fell into a crevice

Up and out or upside-down & inside-out, either way it’s a dream in a dream, so #Woke body.

Red hot as a pistol & as cold as crushed ice, how we all are, speakin’ for myself because I can

Bubbles full of diamonds inside of your stomach, popped the air out & the ice slipped scat tan

Cocksure, absolutely and positively certain of the veracity without any doubt, way I live & I’ll die

Just a shout away and over my left shoulder but not too far out of sight, I feel gods constantly.

There is more than One, there are the Many and the language we use formulates that Truth con

As if there is a creator of all of this, still alive and entertaining our metaphysical notions, my son

Kill the living before you consume your parents’ plants and animals, you’re a sailor or a soldier

Mighty mice and the white spades used to bury them after their death trap snap, rodents’ tier.

Turd’s dropped into the pool of acid, disintegrate like your memory afterlife, give love to haters

It comes back transformed into grace to breach the Evil spelled backwards, Live master baiters

Fishing for the big one but not lettin’ it get away, no broken line or swallowed hook, my ten lb’er

Freedom from slavery, liberty while awake and asleep, all we are is all I am, I need a cold beer!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 5-21-2025 Anno Domini 333 PMPST

{ Freaked out of the matrix while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #PhiladelphiaFreedom in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?