#ExitStageRight #FinaleWithoutEncores @TheWho #Genius nope @StevieRayVaughan #SkiesCry

ON BROADWAY, IT’S IN FOCUS

Like a real thin thing which is included in the empty set are all the zeros and ones

A rhythmic octave of notes of imaginary scales from A to G on Time & Space clones

Pine and Evergreen makin’ the oxygen from the lack of carbon dioxide ad infinitum

If we’re lucky, which we’ve been since born & raised free without slavery’s scrum.

Perennial actions, origin to annihilation of every atom of matter, a matter of Time

No space is free from implosion into the singularity, above is as below is, all mine

Gold and the lead it’s transformed from through fire and brimstone, shoot & miss it

Shots and passes, points to win and some to lose, in every case, it’s all bull’s scat.

Makin’ money lettin’ people watch you throw a ball in a hole, ten feet high, above net

Where every single shot of one, two or three points make the loser pay the other debt

Number one draft choice to make up for your missing passes and shots, never all hot

As you thought you’d be in the middle of your line, from the tip to the buzzer’s slot.

In touch, out of the touches from fingers and toes, ends of arms and legs on a plate

Lump of flesh & bone with a free will that becomes a follower who’s willing to be bait

For fish in the sea that are so hungry to believe the blind that they fall naïve prey lost

Minutes, decades to a century, if you’ve got the gumption or the intestinal, shat frost.

Not dancing to the whacked-out beats, let me check what’s in the jukebox for now

Cracked skulls and incurable diseases of the body & mind, psycho look out below

We won’t get better without medication & radiation; you can be sons of a Bi#ches

It ain’t your fault you were conceived in sin, maternal eggs all married to Butches.

Fish swimmin’ with the illegal migrants across the Rio Grande and the pretend sea blue

In a manner of double speaking, hillbilly apologies come & go in a New York minute too

Like it or not, it’s all but out of our hands, you’ve got the thing itself as the gas in the brew

Once the flick of the switch has been toggled to ON, the OFF makes it into cosmic stew.

I’ll keep it up even when the rain is pouring out of the grey-black sky, white cumulus cloud

Only one huge bulk of H2O in vapor formation, lined up to fall with gravity’s pull of the load

Wetting the dry ground and soaking the wind within the mud, the blood & spilled beer kegs

No recollection of red Comanche blood in my great grandmothers or embedded sexy legs.

Out hunting, out fishing, out being a lazy head of teepee without welfare’s food stamps

Just enough for that fruit of the vine that never allows anyone to ever be clean and sober

Reason of the deductions is to assist in the adaption to the changing nooks & crannies

Appearing out of nowhere or created by the unseen, unknown out of the Void’s sun lamps.

Literally have created a purple Maserati out of nothing more than rock metal tics & tacks

Bonding with the separate but equally merged within the occult unknown, whitey blacks

On the flip B-side, it’s the same holy #HIT played on the Marconi’s Top 40 morphing #1’s

Prepared to be ready to move out or fall on a sword for the hero who really loved the puns.

Thirty to sixty minutes lead to the end of the livers livelihoods all removed and deleted too

No kidding around, you’re a joke or you’re too ignorant to have survived the herd’s blues

Walkin’ slow down the avenue of my old neighborhood, don’t know why I feel this good, so

My karma has been paid back in full, I'm done paying for my original sin & yours too fool.

Perfection has devolved into the asteroid belt and nothing can stop the orbital interjection

Diamonds spread out all over Mercury because the mighty star has compacted God's skin

Microscopic Time & Space look deep into gods blinded by the UV & infrared light's souls

On the slide, under the microscope the invisible sees right through the opaque, void holes.

Desire and need to be happy are the carrots hangin' out ahead of the jackass's donkey ears

Hair shaved to the skin line toe to crown, the corpse decomposing has eliminating all fears

Easy to animate the dead and gone, in a play on a stage, words & actions' energy matters

You loved life, loved to be happy but sadness couldn't get aborted over southern borders.

Beyond good, evil & the formulated calculations proving that the unprovable has no proof

Leftovers of subjects and the naked, superlative predicates keep it real, Time out for a goof

It's too late to order a pizza, made one in 25 minutes, ate the whole pie in about twenty five

Weaponized day dream came true, conflagration of WW 3 annihilated the fission/fusion jive.

Semper Fidelis whether it's the right thing to do or not, there's no choice in the matter a all

It's already set in stone, writing in tongues or whichever gibberish the minions agree to call

Upon the wicked magic spells that could make you happy or very sad, it depends on the imp

Glory be to the father and the son of the father as well as the actual ghost, on the block pimp.

At the beep or the vibration on Mach 3, the X-15 went through the black hole door, a breach

Network annihilated to show that everything on Earth is vulnerable to gravity & a free speech

You need it, we all do and nobody who wants to remain healthy and alive will ever go rogue

Dissolution's solution, way gone, far out rogue, a money maker ink on a slab at a morgue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, IX-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Co-created from cosmic dust while freefalling, jammin' to @TomPetty #HITS on youTube link @

https://youtu.be/-H-9ZACQSc8?si=AbiTE_rlVkm5TyBa }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlindByBlackLight #CopyXeroxFakeNews #HowLongCanThisGoOn #WAR #ThePointerSisters #Springsteen #BeatClub

HOW LONG CAN IT GO ON THIS CHICK ON THE SIDE?

It ain’t nothin’ but a thing, you get scared before you discover that you’re the monster within

There’s the fruit of the loom that’s the cream of the crop, you’ll know it if you commit a sin

Against the laws of God & Mankind, there’s commands and there’s categorical imperatives

You have no free will other than that blind faith in the notion, it has no factual precedence.

After the last day you’re alive, there’s a residual realization, you’re long gone & police backers

Plain as day, the nightlife is awake and full of the #Woke chicks on the side, unmarried slackers

It’s just their nature, there’s nothing uncreated, these are the divine’s creatures in self-image

Broken arrows on the hardened hearts in the things themselves, heathens and warriors aged.

Since the day or night we see the light, nothing is ever the same again among the innocent kin

Brothers, sisters, cousins, multiple great, great grandparents and great grandchildren, Space In

Things themselves are like this & that form, shaped & functioning DNA program fishin’ for carp

Cause of Earth & Sun, Void because of Space & Stars above & beyond Eve’s evil two-time warp.

Suggest the propositional logic be written backward to understand the induced conclusion hit

Between the eyes or just a passing, indiscriminate passing of the future into the past, sick of it

Or not, maybe you adore the function with no end in sight, on your best behavior to be a hobo

Just a bum caught up in a world-wide spider web, failed to escape a tricky situation, job blow.

Love gets over you when I find something or someone new, all pass in and out of the scheme

Fear and loathing of the rumors and propaganda will get you no trophy-wife status ‘V’ dream

Do not enter the zone between daylight and twilight where Chicken Little shouts up to the sky

Hemlines go up & down to attract or detract to the reason for the species survival, climax, die.

Some girls and boys will grow up to reproduce either maladaptive or adaptive payors of alms

To govern the beasts who cannot or will not follow the commands of the Golden Rule BLMs

Capece Italiano or not, what matters is that the Truth about life on Earth is told and heard too

In Sanskrit, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Nepalese, German, whole Babel tower’s clue.

Freaks evolved out of the perfect creation of a supernatural essence of the divine Void squeeze

Without wondering about why you’ve not become more in tune with the fission and fusion biz

Awareness of your freaks of nature in the middle of your families enculturated in mortality sin

Not their fault they’ve descended from the disobedient, ungrateful, immortal hominid muffin.

Heroines and heroes out to devour the villainesses and villains of Oyl Can Harry vibe, just sayin’

It really doesn’t matter, yet just to keep the flow of the river on the way to the deep blue sea

Avoiding the dams and holes of bottomless maelstroms somewhere in Time and Space hidden

Blind faith and skepticism of the mentally inept who believe that they’re enlightened in ZaZen.

Light in the shadows will need sustenance in the middle of nowhere, where we are in Space

Ask any space traveler who has both come and gone in and out of this atmosphere, far away

Near or further than the moon, scared of Nothing these far out men and women, saints of RA

Never has even one pharaoh or queen of Mankind been able to survive one last alien drama.

Open up about our arguments blaming “them” for the things they’ve done to the minions

Subjects of the sovereign objects of reverence and respect, just because you sired the sons

Of the virgins who bore them, unnamed but loved for a momentary lapse of reason’s logic

Deducing conclusions, irrefutable premises, RNA wad of categorical imperatives out a dick.

What all of that means is that I didn’t want to frighten anyone with the actual, naked Truth

It’s not beautiful or even a little pretty but it’s alive and kickin’ here and now, spooky tooth

Ghost in the machine will be removed when the corpse is introduced to the maggot infest

Don’t shoot the messenger, conclusions are your own, production of facts are to ingest.

Who among you all have come to conquer this world and become the czar of us all?

Nobody? I thought so. It’s nothing personal meant to offend anyone in particular

Rendering all of the flesh & bones into the ether which has more volume than God

Oh, remember those early days at the desks, in the single file lines from 5 to 23 Ball.

Reasons for the dark side is every side is dark but the spots in the middle of nowhere

Those are so bright they blind your eyesight, death & mortal life disappear somewhere

Can’t bury it all underground unless it wasn’t there in the first place, copy that down too

Put it in the history, you’ll let it bleed out and it’ll die and be edited out, killed what grew..

Pretension filling your reality because there is nothing else to blow your open mind’s eyes

Bottoms up before you get slammed on the mat or the hardened ground above the skies

Only get what you give and that’s more than enough, it’s fair game & fair play, apes’ swings

Not tomorrow or today, it is ancient history you hated to know, kill slaves, pass away kings.

Willing to see the invisible and to hear the inaudible, to inhale the gas fumes of corpses

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, seven continents and several millennia in remorse

All you have left is what you see now, it is what you get, all of it, hook, line & sinker sets

Tears that you couldn’t sweat without a mix of blood & tears ‘til heroes turned to vets

Frogs jumped, humans jumped off lily pads and bridges over troubled water, dead right

Nobody to argue about the deductions and invalid conclusions without putting up a fight

Yet, it is what it is & I can’t say more than that, it’s a matter of time before even I #STFU

Above and below, at one point, at one time, only you know & I know, which way is up!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Vanilla Fudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn (1967) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=PpyunX4NLTfjbTNl  & #OneMinuteYoureHere @BruceSpringsteen link @ https://youtu.be/s-RT3nxr3T4?si=2pKxk7ITds5bFedV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkippTwoMyLouLouLouise #SheAintNoHollabacker #ThePointerSisters

NOT AS HOT AS PART DEUX’S PLETHORA

Now then, talk to me to find out what’s goin’ on in the world as we know it, natural fun
Home is away from home everywhere you set yo’ foot, in and out of the dreaming sons
Becoming free when you’ve been indentured during your hot, baked cells in yo’ mama
Man, you ain’t anything special, you were born in blood & pain, no fault of my ol’ papa.

Valleys and rivers are all that’s left of this H2O packed marble of star dirt, fertile soil
Mountains high as the sky allows without freezing into Plutonic black ice & tin foil
Giving it all up with the last gasp of breath, it’s like the first gasp, slapped on the arse
As a baby gets taught by the father, it’s as above, so it is below, whiskey glass farce.

Good for me that old sexual feeling I’ve had since I can’ remember, decades liked her
I did, so hold me responsible for facts of life, dead-gone like all the rest, holla lover
I may drown in the infinite ocean pool or in the middle of nowhere on a mountaintop
In Tennessee, Illinois, Montana or California, these bones won’t travel much further.

I have no tweets of mercy for the unforgivable, divinity can’t cope with the Truth chit
The ones we’ve told since we learned to speak about things as I surf the curling wave
Played games, became serious only when we lost to the winners who got down with it
Mothers of other men, loved me because I wasn’t their own lover, slid into third safe.

Here comes judgement from the know-it-all tricksters who rule the roost you’re all in
No free choice to be the way you are, you’ve stepped into the trap without knowing sin
Mortal or original candy for the mending of the sorrow and pain invested in by a Savior
To save us all from ourselves, our mortal souls will not live forever, that’s the Truth, sir.

Time and Space are the duality expression of what you cried about as an infantile kid
Just a single moment after you get out of here alive, you’ll fly like a ghost like me, I hid
Away from the perception of a mind in the heads, blinded by light or not, know the kind
What it all is, ought to care, maybe y’all don’t, my mind heard it through the grapevine.

Split the ends and formed one, united, infinite line without bending the god-like bloke
Dreams end, music stops, the story is told & retold so many times, you forget it’s over
Story ended before you heard the beginning words created out of the wild blue yonder
Dog gone it, we began down under to rise above it all, it’s a tell-all, wake up the #Woke!

Feeling nothing when unconscious, it means so much to machines to up & download
Ghosts superfluous like supergirls who bear God’s blessed children, all off the road
Before you were enlightened your mind was blank & mired in innocent ignorance ID
Told to accept the narrative or face annihilation, no pressure, I was blind, now I see.

Monkey around the ground, in caves or up in the treetops flingin’ fecal matter to us all
It’s a trope like the others, it will come & go like sound through an empty concert hall
Curtains fall, the show closes only to open for an encore, then the finale, silence is in
Deaf in yo’ hot head from the barrage-assault of instrumental love, thank Original sin.

Nobody can tell you the future with any accuracy, including your pastors of the parish
They’ve a blind faith that drives their engine, they want to save us all from damnation
Princes, their mothers and fathers know the Truth, no life after death, we dream of sin
Present here & now, no longer back in the Past & not yet in the future until we vanish.

Bum and a junky went into a bar, the bum went to the restroom & the junky put down
Hundred-dollar bill on the bartender’s station bought the house drinks, reap it to own
Dealy-Bob’s thing-a-majig was the original & had no copy, no replica of the prime ape
Franchise player is the malfunction’s cause, reaping what ‘others’ have sewn to rape.

My sisters, my daughters, my aunts, my grandmothers & m y mothers of step & birth
Only you know and I know the answers to the questions on the final, we studied it all
Memorized every possible answer to every possible question, there’s no screwballs
Free your derriere by liberating your mind, mindfulness of buffalo & it’s value & worth.

Food for the fire, fur for bared skin needing buckskin overcoating to conserve a tease
Within the heart’s pumping of the fluid that vampires die for, head to toe ad infinitum
Or maybe a brief moment in Time, as is infinity, Time might be a day or a century scum
Afloat on the salty sea, come & go, nobody will ever know, like a cool summer breeze.

Full tank of fuel, it’s on the house, everything’s on the house, we’re on the house, see?
If not, it’s hopeless, you can see if you’re blinded by the light but it’s not an image tee
Nothing to drive or chip or putt to the nine holes or the course’s one through thirty-six
Scored low, I thought I’d won the championship, alas, lost by a death-stroke, I’m sick.

Dangling with the one and only ding-a-ling in shouting and cackling distance of church
Reverence to the god that some men killed & other men rose to sainthood’s low perch
From suffocation to tortured while conscious and causing death to be felt in the hood
Kicking nobody with the ankles braced in shackles, hands in cuffs, head in a hot hood.

Cobwebs inside of my memory bank, can’t recollect the way to build shyt from scratch
Got down on my knees, my heart in hand offered to love you for eternity, postmortem
Before a cool cadaver’s rigor mortis sets in, I beg nobody but me to have mercy on me
Don’t waste your precious time with pity since the damage is already done, you’ll see.

Meet you above or below here, if I’m wrong & there’s nothing at all left over peace/out
Follow the leader to the event horizon or over the cliff to the bottomless pits’ backflow
Impregnated womb, differentiates the host & donor of soul sacrifices, becomes Ego
Somebody said it this way, for once in my life I know nothing can be known ‘bout us.

Bury the hatchet, forget about the bygones being bygones, aim between the eyes too
Otherwise, there’s a good chance you’ll be burnt at the stake for being a warlock witch
You know how ignorant & frustrated poor folk get, fearless mob mentality’s high pitch
Reality in psychedelic mode, feel fracking & faking you’re an amigo e amiga of the Man.

Man, you’re no dog but this is gonna be far-fetched you got to be a cat with a long puss
You’ll never know that the whole shebang was a boomerang thrown underneath a bus
Nothing ever returns from that infinite target’s bull’s eye, candy can’t coax a top 10 hit
Hunger driven but hibernation overwhelms the wide-eyed fantasy, #Neverland’s S#it!
by&by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, 8-11-2024 AD @ 333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #ChrisCross #Sailing in an infinite loop on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/MEO6gYCFbr0?si=rZsn8admhszdPqkJ }
F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DownTheLineDolamite #GrouchNoSloucho #HowdyDoody #FelixTheCat #MASH #TRUMP #PsychodelicShack

YOU AIN’T NO GROUCHO MARX macho MAN

********************DoNotBend********************

There’s more than one way to rock but you’ve got no choice on which way to begin, all’s open

Feeling the monster under your bed or in your bedroom closet upstairs & away from holy sin

Regrets that I don’t have a thing to do with the luck from my father’s mother, Gramma Gert

Down the line from the Irish ancestor who cracked the Blarney Stone, legend of #Dolamiter.

Where’s young-elder Jane Fonda, where’s the Students who have blind faith in their leaders

Hippies and the Dead they follow are into the middle fork of life, a Woodstock long gone fears

Hurry & lock the door from the inside so you can’t get out when nobody’s picking the padlock

I have some jokes I’ve never seen on paper, I memorized them all, word for word, go tick tock.

In a manner of speaking, as above, so below, there’s no way to fathom a fertile egg evolution

On a divine cloud nine, only a human can contemplate the nature of a psychadelic shack of tin

Here we go again, as if there were any other choice in the direction of the wild fires burnin’ up

Matches and lighters, campfires and your ash from cigars, cigarettes & hot ash phuq in a cup.

Prisons keep the killers of civilization at bay, no stealing, no cheating, no spitting, no freedom

All for the sake of keeping the species safe from predators who fail to be an adequate hunter

Could be your father, mother, brother, sister or cousin, as long as it’s not you, you’ll keep it up

Without being framed for nothing you’ve done, can’t rinse out soap scum out the mug cup.

Here’s a mirage and there’s a phantasm of the mental recollection, dream in a dream’s film

There and then you’ll move the rare earth from the spinnin’ rock dust over to the aft or helm

It’s the sailors and the motor mechanics that move the ship between the waves of salty sea

Y’all quit flappin’ your gums, your jaws need to remain clenched, locked down, DOA to be.

Kings, queens and weak military leaders of the navies, armies & air forces have no mercy

They are not the higher intellects of the DNA gene pool, afterall, it’s random butterfingery

Taste and an olfactory whiff impossible to reckon, it’s all that’s left to blinded deaf & dumbs

No offense, most effective defense, game begins, rules & ethics begets wins & losses sums.

Fortunately, an atom and it’s subatomic charm have made it through a big bang of hydro gas

It’s all we are and were always meant to be, an accident in the middle of nowhere’s overpass

Queen labored & begot the rest of the galaxy’s solar systems all at once, an astral scorch spark

Atop of the water tower, sniper blew the head off the shoulders, stand down order overruled.

It’s all over, do better the next time, learn from the failure of texting your blackberries, eh pal

It’s all in the way you hire the people who protect the men & women who run America’s show

Fly on your broom as a witch on a dust broom might, from cauldron to the wicked white blow

When you move to and fro, you keep the target out of sight, unscoped and microscoped et al.

There & then when you drew your initial suck of gas, allowed to the tiny lung sacs growing up

Cats both large and pets in the house of mankind, they alone can be the predator to creep out

Things they kill to eat without cooking on fired-up stoves or camp fire lickn’ flames’ barbeque

Drinkin’ the spirits and blamin’ the world for all your errors and fake news’ out of the blue.

In the end as it should be, you’ll finally realize why this life had to be lived just to roll the dice

I have no problem with that at all, I appreciate evil breath I take, as above, so below black ice

You don’t know what it will be but there will be the last thing you see, then caput, it’s all over

Neither you nor I can do anything about a sound of wine grapes dripping into cups of a lover.

More sleep needs to be input to reiterate the output outpouring into the wild blue yonder

You can’t find the monkey who fell out of the coconut tree because that monkey was me

Predicate subjected to adverb modified verbs and adjectives, articles, interjections of logic

Reason at best soothes the savage beast, the Truth you can’t handle comedy for the tragic.

Stillborn out of Time in the Space of the liberty to move about beginning wih zip, zilch, zero

Larger than the smallest speck of matter in the neutrino range of the astrophysical, it’s done

As tiny particles conglomerate until they obliterate everything in between my soul man hero

Exoplanets are aligned as they infrequently line up in an imaginary straight line from our sun.

Stop momentum before you analyze every angle resulting in polymorphous Hootie on a dime

In a wretched game of Tug of War, one side pulls the other side so close it’s smothered Time

Dead and gone with the keys buried in the underground with the dead bones & urns of blow

Halted tracks, forget the memory lapse, it’s here & gone in no time, ad hominem Jim Crow.

I can dish it out but it’s difficult if not impossible to take it the same way, my bailiwick forms

For the low price of ticket to see some guitars and dru--ms accompany pianos, voice & horns

Tellin’ you the Truth from Illinois to Texas, Mississippi, Montana, Washington & California fog

Saw Mount Ranier to the American River’s Salmon Falls, then onto my tiny bump on the log.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, July XXXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1212 AMPST

#DoubleClutchinForYoMama

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D>?

#RareEarth #DontYouLoverHerMadly? #SevenHorses #TheDoors #ACDC #MarvinGaye #MA #MaMa #MOM #SurvivalOfTheFittest #PopulationControlBirthControlSexControl #GasLightYoMama

THINKING DNA SURVIVAL SIGNALS

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If & only if you move from the front of the classroom to the rear end of the last row of desks

Then you’ll have firsthand knowledge of the thing itself, ABC’s & 1,2,3’s in fortunate son risks

Whether you’re the son or daughter of one of those Ones, it only matters that you’re a copy

Knowing that or being ignorant of that fact of life is paramount to existential success entropy.

I jest for fun, my love for my own physical skull and bones is unrequited, the joke’s on y’all

As above, so it is below it all, talking about the sky up to space & down to a call center fate

One planet in the middle of nowhere, ancestors’ speculation holding presence, lost the ball

Eternal recollection amnesia, forgetting all survival skills other than terminate divine threat.

Talking incessantly about freedom & equality will bring out the cyborgs to keep the peace, so

If you think I’m not serious about that speculation, look out your window & listen to AM radio

Right & Left, philosophies of economic blunder studied in a post-secondary educational sieve

Women & men all learn behavior as Pavlov’s stray dogs did, you know nothing but do believe.

Time, future comes to present the moment which passes to the past in no time at all, yawn

In and out of the pie hole your life’s narration will go, testing a blind faith in sunset’s dawn

Woke up and staying awake during the lecture wasn’t important, just acing the final grade

In the end, it’s all about the Benjamins America, no accounting, yo! Bonnie & Clyde dust.

Hold up the banks & thrift stores with a plastic & rubber dagger, held to the throat of a dupe

The mask is on but it covers an alien head & face, if you want to see something really stupid

Then you’ll want to turn all of the lights off & close the blinds, you’re bein’ scared to death

Enjoy the gut feeling of fear going away from your solar plexi, all y’all hold your bad breath.

Teach the children who were innocent babies that they’ve inherited guilt for another’s sin

Talking whichever creation story you choose, somehow, this began & appears will be bitter

Nobody can work out a deal, the formula is this atomic energy is merely accelerated matter

Know this is to know it all, it is power to know this when nobody else does, soul searchin’.

It’s a vision of maggots infiltrating your cool brain where your mind was housed in focus

From the birth of a cool soul to the demise of holy hot body and mind, all there is to it, us

Without us, there’s no purpose other than spin, wobble, rotate & revolve about a demigod

Fire burning to bring the heat on the naked ape skin, it’s the star we call The Sun of God.

On the wave of my lifetime, just allowed Big Sur surf to give me a boogie man booster shot

I hit the bottom of the sand head first, then consciousness disappeared in an instant spot

It looked like it was weak and whacked but it was mighty and imaginary time’s river flow

Conclusion, act like life’s a dream even if it ain’t a dream, live it anyway like no tomorrow.

Disoriented after a deep sleep in a soft bed of cushions, silk sheets & hot white blankets

Arise from the dream state remembering what never happened IRL, then it happened too

Within the unknown, a will to power gets circumcised with the foreskin of the RNA injector

Avoiding disease of that one thing keeps the species evolution intact, still guys’ dirty sexy.

Fish in the pond, you know the routine, you see them, you leave them alone, they swim

Until the water fails to nurture nature and bogs down into a swamp for gators’ whims

That’s anything alive gets swallowed whole, trapped by the jaws of life & can’t get away

Nobody gets out alive, yet I digress, be honest, teach babies young, hey, what did I say?

Known old wise men who died just like the mass killers, bombers of the Wars I, II & III

Barking up the wrong tree will get you right where you want to be, no Depends on & off

Up and down, strong legs & arms or none at all, bad teeth replaced by dentures of gods

A Homer forever ‘til we’re a hundred more or less, infinite cash in the stache & hotrods.

Po’ and rich have nothing to do with paradise afterlife, Ghetto secrets in codex words-up

They lead our feet to push on until they can’t move any more, it’s six feet down for my kin

Betting on a sure thing is difficult but since I’m in charge of the whole shebang, I’m all in

Details in the conclusion, assumptions just pretensions of the good & bad in my tea cup.

If you can never lose, might as well keep playin’ until entry is denied, just keep rockin’

You got enough to buy food & a place to sleep, you have no ticket to afterlife paradise

Knowing the Truth & leaving Nothing out of the picture, it’ll help when depression sets

No filter for the raw data and sewage which will mix at a finale, the fixed rate sure bets.

You said you knew you existed because you convinced yourself that thinking was proof

But the moment your chromosomes came to be, it was random revolution of this spoof

Happy to be absurd & peculiar, hilarious to one, funny to none, it’s my forte, livin’ right

Pink Cadillac, pedal dropped, ridin’ on the freeway, I-5 Mexicali-Mendocino, good fight.

I’d expect nothing more nor less than droppin’ tops when in my Cadillac, flip tops down

Truckers appreciate it, drop the pedal & GO, you know how it’s done, OMG don’t frown

Livin’ in the right the second I took the wrong left, got the social pit of sharing my blue

With the lunatics and coyotes who expect to share the fortune & shame you for it too.

For the service of mankind that ain’t here yet, I’ll be gone once they come, now hear this

Day'll come & you’ll wonder no more, lookin’ at love dying and the dead body of pizzazz

Chances are most of us won’t die today but some will, let me bid y’all adieu, it’s the sign

On I -5 freeway doin’ 75, cherry tops chasin’ my Pink Caddy & tankers up the grapevine.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, July V^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Severed out of the Matrix with a church key & never you mind about the exercise, fill out the forms & sign ‘em by the deadline, I was also JAMMIN’ to #RidinOnTheFreeway in a loop @ArethaFranklin link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

Arrowsmith but there's also @Aerosmith #1981tTOP40 ... PETTING PARTIES KILLED MY SPUNK in 1965 A.D. I will find you!

SOME OLD NEWS FOR ME, THE DEAF & DUMB
Got cold beer in the ice chest, we’re wettin’ lines in the pond, bobbers goin’ up & down too
Just like the old days before we graduated from summer high school, on to another Frosh pool
Of boys and girls 17 to 19, onto 20 & 21…grad school to 23 or 25, never worked, teach stipend
Influenced the thought content assigning the reading & discussion of the same old, same old.

Fools run in where angels thought quicksand didn’t need to be for fallen souls already gone
One step beyond the shore where you can’t look back to see what disappeared into thin air
Used or new, matter and energy have no influence over the rigor mortis’ verve, out of there
Just like rocks rollin’ out of the volcano holes, lava’s tiny squirts of unscientific, fictional fear.

Scared of dying, scared of living alone, you and the others inside, the Id, the Super Ego & you
Up and down for the heads to bob over where my space is, five or six square feet, stand-down
Group of One’s dairy queen’s, the cows producing milk without calves, all too humane, dead
Naked as skin can be seen it it’s colored forms, with the hair, no white, brown or red of head.

You’ve been trippin’ since that first hit of LSD your “friend” popped into your big mouth at 16
This whole world still appears to be the flashback in loop, living forever even turnin’ hat-tricks
Winning or losing at games that have no rules other than the ones in the box, Jane’s & Dick’s
All in your face when you win and in a funk for days when you lose, no kissin’ #Juneteenths.

High down & low unto the ceiling, downtown and uptown, down and up country, alive, asleep
Day is a spin around to the night’s darkness, turned mama Earth’s face away, to grow so deep
Below the core, inside of the magnetic vibrations, like you get sitting on the beach, in the sand
Dunes of moons put it all to rest, all there is, sunny stardust, in & out of This Downfall of Man.

I drank the alcohol, the brain malfunction was addictive, helped bring you back, so way gone
I smoked the leaf, whacked my mind’s eye back into the cerebellum for keeps, made me moan
Fine or not, it’s the way it is, I got high, you got high, we’ll get to the end just to drop the dye
Stoned and rockin’ on the slide, gliding to the finish line, it’s comin’ up ahead, even gods die.

You and the whiskey are talkin’ to me from Tennessee or California, and it don’t matter either
Could have been a dream, it’s just a recollection of causes and effects of scat that don’t matter
To the wavelengths and frequencies, I raise my glassful of Tequilla that comes out of hindsight
Eagles fly and they die too, alive from fertilized egg to the extinct feathers & animated flight.

Monsters underneath my bed when I was seven or eight, angels & devils came out church
Taught me to speak Latin and serve mass to the masses, honor priests, cardinals’ dad-pope
My mines full of emptiness I relish and have no problem hiding in plain sight, invisible chill
Drunk? I’ve been. High-Mind? #FlashBack runs in a loop, I am, I think, at least I’m all cool!

In bed with the evil that eat you bones and all, they don’t care if you’ve got a PhD, masters
Treasure is the place that you’ve got to flee from, to get away from the stench’s poison water
It kills your kids & your horses, you let them drink first and they die, you got no ride, no kid
Now, the hot heat’s on cold, frozen ice until there’s a cure for the disappearance of spirit-Id.

Until then, make amends, all needs to be even-steven, you can’t bring a knife to a gunfight
Know what I mean, or the disadvantage will result in your last breath in history, out of light
Heartbeats and thoughtful renderings of inner feelings that resist expression, hard rocker
Told me lyrics to rhythm’s rhymes and meanings of thoughts that disappear in a thin air.

Resist the attraction as you must, if you submit to the magnetic pull, y’all will immerse
Within the heavy metal sight and sound that tastes & smells like it feels, it feels adverse
So unfavorable in fact, that even though you aren’t aware, you and everyone are #AtOne
Try to be that way when you’re already there, fool’s errand, sleepin’ in a desert, my Son!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, June 20, 2024 A.D. @ 111 PMPST

{ Crafted this 2-a-day GEM while jammin’ to @JimiHendrixBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TG5KkY6idyE?list=OLAK5uy_lwNlG5KASFF8t6Ea5wdoBil7oARJ9ImL8 }

c. Jeudi, June XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

YOU GOT SOME OLD NEWS FOR ME, I'M DEAF & DUMB

#ExcitementContained #HEART & #BabyMonkeyBackwardOnAnOinker #StairwayToCielo #HowFarIsHeaven?

CASTING ASPERSION-SPELLS, BABYAPE FORTE

Your parents forced you to behave with a set of moral rules inherited from dead bones

Correct me if I’m wrong but fully consume the force-fed fodder you’re about to receive

Beginning with subjects & objects, we predicate them with young Dick & Jane children

On to Aristotle & Plato’s Socratic dialogue between savants & ignorant masters of sin.

Above and below, the politics and economics rule the roost, keeping order of all things

Once a cell splits in mitotic excitement, it’s nearly out of control in it’s duplication rings

Around the Rosie or around the block like Jenny, it’s all a dance around Stonehenges

Crop circles for all with a summer solstice to boot, rebooting ad infinitum, Simon says.

Before your brain programmed in code, nonsense of the Word-Up, no word went down

Fresh as the air before the seed split in two, it was peace and solitude of the Superego

Nothing before nor after the thought of this and only this, I and only I am the One, it’s so

To me, this world doesn’t exist For Me, if it exists without me, it ain’t my damn concern.

While I’m still breathing with a steady heartbeat, low BP, low Cholesterol & the Eve lady

High or low for the #Woke down the middle of a road, stayin’ alive to avoid a wet dream

Skepticism satisfied by the revolutionary awareness that Life is indeed solipsistic candy

Coddle your dense decisions in a knuckle sandwich, completely chew, don’t swallow it.

You are a cool #Foody and you know your scat doesn’t have the doom odor of mankind

You get the vitamins and minerals from the salivates of the dog-god mouth you all find

Then the wasted mastication is removed in several napkins, a nuisance to wait staffers

Garbage, refused trashed delicacies of human pie-holes, dumped ocean, Pacific Sur’s.

You’re making the comfort level too high, your footballs bounce and are bound to fail

No Safety, Extra Point, Field Goal or Touchdown for the boys and girls to scissor hail

Who stretches before a mastication of candy that will jack your mind into oblivion hehl

Clubs are a bit tight so I’ll need to stretch out my yodel for the pending roll in the hay.

Why is your face full of make-up, because of hot, bright lights or the wrinkled reality?

Try not to look at the reflection of your form in a mirror or calm pool of liquid, salty sea

Real intelligence found by the Artificial Intelligence’s due diligence and pending doom

Part your hair down the middle until our bald ancestry becomes our empty headroom.

Sense and immersion in deep where it all began, a chaos of pitiful pre-scat growth

History is hysterical I hypothesize with rational yet unprovable assumptions, an oath

That I’ll be prepared as a cub scout in a wolf pack, outside a lion’s den of arrowhead

Snake-bit on a hike, died all alone in a cave near the bank of an American riverbed.

Heights way down under the surface where nothing floats or flies above it but rebels

Like it or not, disobey the laws regulating all too human behavior & you pay the piper

If you are ignorant of the law & break it, you still must pay the piper, it’s your debt fools

If you die during the violation through your own or other firearm or sheath, sing blues.

Vikings to Wisemen who are all leftovers from the battles and wars, lost & won in vain

Couldn’t take it past the rigor mortis and all that you don’t want to know, maggots rain

Staying alive in the middle of threats to end your animation in this dream of a demigod

Do the math, add to One, you’ll find out, Buddha & Christ drive a 1957 Chevy hotrod.

When you sleep, when you can’t remain awake, it’s the same as being dead, you see

Pairs of triplets and quadruplets could repopulate the ancestors’ DNA, miracle that I be

Acid in the solar Big Bang at 93 million miles, here & now we are Earth, y’all too human

Boys, girls, men, women, animals, insects, plants, microbes, out the Singularity of Man.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Copped a Sneak while writing this piece of dog’s god, forward & backward while jammin’ to #DeletedSenesSTRIPES LINK @ https://youtu.be/BOtsAHB5fAc?si=Vg4zzhq_Bte8FQH1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

It was six six yesterday but I got your six today! @Jim_Rome persuasion! #XplatformRockin'

CONTENTS KNOWN X IS Y CUBED

Heavy weight to carry on Earth, nearly weightless once gravity grooves the rest

Nothing remains the same when there’s chaos and order fighting rich & poors

Y’all will get over it in the old school with the mean teachers & aloof professors

All gave some & some gave it all if they could front me, I knew they did the best.

Boots and cowboy hats were for the ranch & the herding of the cows & horses

Been smack down in the middle of that & the barn dancin’ on Saturday nigh

We did what we could to stay normal, drunk-high as a kite, we ended the fights

Been around the blocks a few times, all around the world twice, Nam to Chi.

Bit up by varmints and bugs, they just needing the sweet meat of my holy feet

Been walkin’ and runnin’ wild for seven decades of mercy and words in the red

I’m in the black on the financial side of survival, couch potatoes mashed to eat

It’s a tight, solid pounding on the 16 penny nails head, framed my room & bed.

No heaven or hell in my eyes sight, insight or oversight built into the blueprint

DNA ordered RNA for the cellular nuclear fusion to eventually make you squint

Singing and moving to and fro, ridin’ in my sled for a spell out to the county line

Ready to go faster, AM radio blastin’ some Boss & ZZT, smokin’ watermelon rind.

Slowed down by the county mounty doin’ 90 in a 40, but only for a ¼ mile or so

Had the cherry tops poppin’ for mother & father to ban my driver’s license faux

Slim, slick & cool or large, Podunk or tiny, the facts of life have no full disclosure

We the people who pretend to follow a golden rule, regulation of the roar & purr.

Barking and meowing as above it happens without going down below a sleepwalk

Who is the real idiot behind the morons who get a smoking gun of cracker chalk

Hey man, you’ve nothing more than everything the planet left from the big bOng

If you don’t know that, you know nothing at all, person to person, sceptic’s song.

Prayed on knees at the age of reason, to be forgiven for some ancestors’ errors

Dead men & women can’t payback the debt, therefore the edge of night’s terrors

Haunt with spiritual, mentally in error, malfunctioning thinkers of logic & reason

To be or not to be alive is the main function, Live Free or Die in an idiotic season.

Common knowledge is uncommon wisdom, that you know you’re silence is gold

Speak at will, you’re free speech will be held against you whether you jest or not

You are always held to your original sin, the Word is made flesh by a drug cartel

From monkeys & nekid apes who’ve evolved to be all too human, almighty hell!

If the beatniks and the mighty hippies of the 50’s & 60’s didn’t clear the acid trip

Then it’s up to ones who’ve descended from them all, all seven continents adrift

Gods of the dead & gone left the Word, symbolic alphabet soup of a ship’s slip

High or low, above or below the hull, it’s this old man and staying off of the sea.

I played One, nick-nack on my drum, bad boy who brought the light to thunders

Copycats love the rules to break when it’s necessary to follow the hero blunders

Corpus dillecti will seep into the soul of you & magnetized mates of the nonsense

Think that this is thinking, you’d think so but probably means proof of existence.

Sixteen innings & the tie gets broken, the Away team beats Homer, son, oh son

Sift through the chaffe and find the diamond in the rough, it’s serious double-duh

Up for a dunk-jam, got wood on a slider, caught The Pass from Joe, etc., etc., etc.

Pardon your son, fallout father can’t pardon the son, ask God, he’ll let it be done.

Here’s the final precipice, ain’t nothing left behind butt-nekid, drugged ape-elves

Look at yourself in a full mirror reflection, no clothes on the bones, all yourselves

All you are, before you die, it stands up tall up to plus or minus six, shape-souled

Tom Thumb to the Green Giant, atoms to galaxies of treasured rocks that It rolled.

Pro is for and Con is not for, there’s no poll taken that’s accurate, just sayin’ this

Projection of the funk and wagging fingers, all up on the silver screen, smut pizza

Losers win nothing but the release from the pain & suffering, all got holy halos

Not far below the core of Earth, it’s a mental/psychological tool for the Randos.

Insurance has no function in this calculus, it’s not in the function, it’s robbery

Those careful who never file a claim pay for the careless yet justifiable usury

Common wisdom hidden, know occult mortals live as if there’s no tomorrow

You have become a national security risk, yet it is indeed, #TooBigToRig blow.

I can see neither the reason nor the rhyme, yet the irrational moves into mate

Check yourself, your next move could be your last, it appears you’re locked in

Your choices are limited to either one bad move or another causing of a resign

Busted up the whole thing, the cell self-contained the mode of a Braille sign.

Heavy water gone from the moon, the planets, everywhere but the wetland dirt

Earth, mother of animation of matter, Earth, Wind & hot flames of Fire T-shirts

Short or long-sleeved with logo & photo frontside, concert venue itemized rear

Swag heals the problem of maximum charge for LIVE concert seats, Rock clear.

Hey man, just cough up the cash, musicians and poets don’t work, so play ball

Get up to bat for a pinch hit, walk-off grand-slam homerun, gods are the goons

Keeping the human behavior in check, out of control due parental abuse tunes

From Woody Woodpecker to Bugs Bunny & A Road Runner, Gee Zuz loves y’all!

Pretend you don’t know what you’re doing if you’re caught breaking a holy rule

God and the all too human men and women, use logic & reason to devise a mule

One that keeps all the punks in check, creating One thing, too big to rig, the point

From One man to another woman or man, you’re an idiot of science, as I anoint!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi June VII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMMST

{ Blasted out the Void while listenin’ to the #PulseOfThePulsar @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650AM }

#DontBeACockswainOnA1724Shallop