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Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Y'ALL ABOARD? COSMIC PIZZA TODAY, EDIBLE TOMORROW, NEVER YESTERDAY! All Aboard! #DownSouthJukin #GodsGoldAndPlatinum @LynyrdSkynrd #YouCantMakeThisScatUp #IAmOneThatCan

COSMIC PIZZA SLICED JERSEY BOARDWALK STYLE
ALL ABOARD! A CHUCHU @TRAIN
Kids aren't the ones needing the shot in the arse, parental cup
The place in Space you find yourself, that's all you'll ever get
Nobody knows anything more than, gotta avoid pain, y'all bet
It's gonna be a hard one if you know what I mean, even it up.

There is a word that explains the whole shebang, it's the ol' Void
Avoid the Void, is good advice for mothers & fathers & the kids
Priests nun,s, ministers and professors need to know, not avoid
No answer to the proverbial question without knowledge, faith.

Meaning, birthright citizenship for international Earth's gravity
Walks in the woods or introduction to One, absolutely, positively
Overnight, same day or snail mail, you get the gist of the solid Id
Overwealmed no more by the Ego, Super Ego & the Other Ego.

Not mine or ours at all, y'all visitors-passengers on a pirate ship
You'll either walk the plank or kill rats eatin' grain below deck
Oceanic sea for kilometers in all directions, for the people to see
Not for the gods, Neptune or Zeus weren't prepared for idolatry.

Grotesque, fully operational and pertaining to nothing personal
Of your inner essence of not hearing words that mean very little
You move from the inside to the outside, go fishing in a cesspool
Perfect in the holes and with no remorse you go act like the fool.

Alright to be or not to be right, you could be wrong, you create
You dissolve the matter into the Singularity after the worm bait
Caught on the hook for the duration of life on Earth, what it is
Neither can be created nor destroyed my something or nothing.

Consumed by the Space that contains the gas/air wwe breathe
There cannot be any other point than, the world as we know it
Knowledge application is wisdom and ability to survive trauma
It happens to all of us, you, me and all of the pent-up bull s#it.

Out of the blue-green sky, you came up to me just like the hussy
I proposed and you married me as we were both high on pussy
Fabulous and showing off my 12 pak, well now, it's a whole case
Grim reaper reaps Love's liver, it filters the image of your face.

Building from the frenzy to the brief climax, it's electrocuted jizz
God ain't here Man, ne'er up in America's prehistoric slo-gin fizz
God's dream of having rich & poor fourish in revolution, my son
I got your land of the free, it's a system of the 4th down and One.

Pistachios and the golden raisins fill the soul with glee, brain nod
Growing like a new snake bein' fed mice for breakfast, need feed
Sevens and elevens between the snake eyes and two or three die
Singapore Sling & Harvey Wallbanger shots until I couldn't lie.

Saddle up with or without you, move when Time & Space collide
All of the above are true, A, B, C, D & then another Bloody Mary
It's grown out grounds of being alive, accidental catasrophic ride
Jack gave up the stacks of wax for electronic repro, it's all the aI.

Held on as long as I could, my fingers failed, knuckles straighten
Falling without my will down the rabbit hole, can't get back up
Down to the core of the planet, hot as a sun, at least I can't burn
Stars burning like me don't burn, already a red giant, it's a sin.

Bible written & edited by dozens of ignorami breed, true faith
Sheep follow the shephard yet they have not decided I'm wraith
Nevertheless, city lights and dark back woods, I'm the sprite chit
Grown after birth on the rat races with the good, bad jokes a bit.

Hot or cold, it's going the opposite of this & that, sure enough too
In the sticks without a thing besides my .357 & 30:06, kill & strut
Bringin' my kills home for suppertime and breakfast just for two
Open road with a foot hard down on the gas, over 100 MPH flow.

Smoked what wasn't flammable with the flame from the matches
Oodles of lungs, oxygen & residue of matter, nuclear reactor dust
Trains rollin' like busses and trucks, only you don't need vigilant
I was in and out of struggle, paid dues & evened up all the odds.

You got a huge flat screen that plays music to me ears, aye lass, Freaks cover up their perfection with hair & naked body cover
Late dates with my high school fling, gave & got back my ring
Cute thing came up to me while I sat at the bar all alone, I sing.

Lookin' good to the DNA, needs to merge the RNA in the pool
It's all about the mutation of the code, look like or unalike, fool
Things happen, love happens at 1st sight, even when it shouldn't
Highest you can get above the ground, better than sixfoot under.

Huff and snort, blow the smoke in & out 'til you mastermind it
Of course you can repeat ad infinitum to pay for the Karma chit
Development of the evil genius' cuniform & hieroglyphics of gods
Ain't fussin' or fightin' wars no more & at mercy of lost keyfobs.

Pretend your daddy & mama sheltered you like the birds & bees
Not an orphan growin' up alone in a large family that was free
Thanks to those folks without whom, none of this is at all possible
I got paid by Memphis, retired thanks to Memphis, dream FDX.

Answered the cold ones that came at me like a gattling gun, won
Got all 24 years eatin' tacos & pasta, keepin' it all alive for fun
Traveled, stayed put, smoked, drank, quit & fell in a rabbit hole
Punks down there with the best of them, doctors, poets & scoal.

Hay is for horses mama'd say, no disrespect for the dead, OM
I think it proves that I was alive & died, here & then, it's gone
You'd hope your dream was true, happiness & spells of witches
To be immortal & usefull idiots of magic and words of all bitches.

Pretending to be both intelligent & invincible in soul and mind
 Body & spirit too in a quadrology of random non-sequitur milk
Survival of the fit, love of breathing & enjoying the free trouble
That come & go, infinity is in charge of the rotation and wobble.

Zebra serious with the fitting into the Earth tones, black & white
Shades from Nigeria dark to Albino white, know enough to fight
For survival in happiness and ease of daily bread git, got it today
Moving down river, up country for fish & game, it's all fair way.

For what it's worth, you're lucky to be alive, some never become
A woman or a man, a girl or a boy, nothing but DNA/RNA son
Shivered myself to sleep outside, up the hill, near a boulder creek
Sun rose in Coloma, middle forked American river, black sheep.

End the finale, before or after you too die, bones in a dust box
No more walks in the woods or anywhere your mama took y'all
To fish for trout in the river or bass in the lake, BBQ and camp
Caught me with my pants down, droppin' a deuce like a tramp.

In reality, I got that PhD. from the philosophers, Marx to YOU
Muddy water down by the Mississippi, Biloxi got gator eyes too
On me and everyone else near the Lousiana swamps, gator grub
In the bog, ancient bones disappeared, couldn't say, not a blurb.

Barometric pressure to obfuscate the muddy ground, I'm stuck
Every day from now on out, I'll remember my final gasp of air
Pure liquid swamp water and I couldn't let it out of me, aw, fuqe
Sorry, pardon me, I used to care to get a package, now IDGAF.
Kids aren't the ones needing the shot in the arse, parental cup
The place in Space you find yourself, that's all you'll ever get
Nobody knows anything more than, gotta avoid pain, y'all bet
It's gonna be a hard one if you know what I mean, even it up.

There is a word that explains the whole shebang, it's the ol' Void
Avoid the Void, is good advice for mothers & fathers & the kids
Priests nun,s, ministers and professors need to know, not avoid
No answer to the proverbial question without knowledge, faith.

Meaning, birthright citizenship for international Earth's gravity
Walks in the woods or introduction to One, absolutely, positively
Overnight, same day or snail mail, you get the gist of the solid Id
Overwealmed no more by the Ego, Super Ego & the Other Ego.

Not mine or ours at all, y'all visitors-passengers on a pirate ship
You'll either walk the plank or kill rats eatin' grain below deck
Oceanic sea for kilometers in all directions, for the people to see
Not for the gods, Neptune or Zeus weren't prepared for idolatry.

Grotesque, fully operational and pertaining to nothing personal
Of your inner essence of not hearing words that mean very little
You move from the inside to the outside, go fishing in a cesspool
Perfect in the holes and with no remorse you go act like the fool.

Alright to be or not to be right, you could be wrong, you create
You dissolve the matter into the Singularity after the worm bait
Caught on the hook for the duration of life on Earth, what it is
Neither can be created nor destroyed my something or nothing.

Consumed by the Space that contains the gas/air wwe breathe
There cannot be any other point than, the world as we know it
Knowledge application is wisdom and ability to survive trauma
It happens to all of us, you, me and all of the pent-up bull s#it.

Out of the blue-green sky, you came up to me just like the hussy
I proposed and you married me as we were both high on pussy
Fabulous and showing off my 12 pak, well now, it's a whole case
Grim reaper reaps Love's liver, it filters the image of your face.

Building from the frenzy to the brief climax, it's electrocuted jizz
God ain't here Man, ne'er up in America's prehistoric slo-gin fizz
God's dream of having rich & poor fourish in revolution, my son
I got your land of the free, it's a system of the 4th down and One.

Pistachios and the golden raisins fill the soul with glee, brain nod
Growing like a new snake bein' fed mice for breakfast, need feed
Sevens and elevens between the snake eyes and two or three die
Singapore Sling & Harvey Wallbanger shots until I couldn't lie.

Saddle up with or without you, move when Time & Space collide
All of the above are true, A, B, C, D & then another Bloody Mary
It's grown out grounds of being alive, accidental catasrophic ride
Jack gave up the stacks of wax for electronic repro, it's all the aI.

Held on as long as I could, my fingers failed, knuckles straighten
Falling without my will down the rabbit hole, can't get back up
Down to the core of the planet, hot as a sun, at least I can't burn
Stars burning like me don't burn, already a red giant, it's a sin.

Bible written & edited by dozens of ignorami breed, true faith
Sheep follow the shephard yet they have not decided I'm wraith
Nevertheless, city lights and dark back woods, I'm the sprite chit
Grown after birth on the rat races with the good, bad jokes a bit.

Hot or cold, it's going the opposite of this & that, sure enough too
In the sticks without a thing besides my .357 & 30:06, kill & strut
Bringin' my kills home for suppertime and breakfast just for two
Open road with a foot hard down on the gas, over 100 MPH flow.

Smoked what wasn't flammable with the flame from the matches
Oodles of lungs, oxygen & residue of matter, nuclear reactor dust
Trains rollin' like busses and trucks, only you don't need vigilant
I was in and out of struggle, paid dues & evened up all the odds.

You got a huge flat screen that plays music to me ears, aye lass, Freaks cover up their perfection with hair & naked body cover
Late dates with my high school fling, gave & got back my ring
Cute thing came up to me while I sat at the bar all alone, I sing.

Lookin' good to the DNA, needs to merge the RNA in the pool
It's all about the mutation of the code, look like or unalike, fool
Things happen, love happens at 1st sight, even when it shouldn't
Highest you can get above the ground, better than sixfoot under.

Huff and snort, blow the smoke in & out 'til you mastermind it
Of course you can repeat ad infinitum to pay for the Karma chit
Development of the evil genius' cuniform & hieroglyphics of gods
Ain't fussin' or fightin' wars no more & at mercy of lost keyfobs.

Pretend your daddy & mama sheltered you like the birds & bees
Not an orphan growin' up alone in a large family that was free
Thanks to those folks without whom, none of this is at all possible
I got paid by Memphis, retired thanks to Memphis, dream FDX.

Answered the cold ones that came at me like a gattling gun, won
Got all 24 years eatin' tacos & pasta, keepin' it all alive for fun
Traveled, stayed put, smoked, drank, quit & fell in a rabbit hole
Punks down there with the best of them, doctors, poets & scoal.

Hay is for horses mama'd say, no disrespect for the dead, OM
I think it proves that I was alive & died, here & then, it's gone
You'd hope your dream was true, happiness & spells of witches
To be immortal & usefull idiots of magic and words of all bitches.

Pretending to be both intelligent & invincible in soul and mind
 Body & spirit too in a quadrology of random non-sequitur milk
Survival of the fit, love of breathing & enjoying the free trouble
That come & go, infinity is in charge of the rotation and wobble.

Zebra serious with the fitting into the Earth tones, black & white
Shades from Nigeria dark to Albino white, know enough to fight
For survival in happiness and ease of daily bread git, got it today
Moving down river, up country for fish & game, it's all fair way.

For what it's worth, you're lucky to be alive, some never become
A woman or a man, a girl or a boy, nothing but DNA/RNA son
Shivered myself to sleep outside, up the hill, near a boulder creek
Sun rose in Coloma, middle forked American river, black sheep.

End the finale, before or after you too die, bones in a dust box
No more walks in the woods or anywhere your mama took y'all
To fish for trout in the river or bass in the lake, BBQ and camp
Caught me with my pants down, droppin' a deuce like a tramp.

In reality, I got that PhD. from the philosophers, Marx to YOU
Muddy water down by the Mississippi, Biloxi got gator eyes too
On me and everyone else near the Lousiana swamps, gator grub
In the bog, ancient bones disappeared, couldn't say, not a blurb.

Barometric pressure to obfuscate the muddy ground, I'm stuck
Every day from now on out, I'll remember my final gasp of air
Pure liquid swamp water and I couldn't let it out of me, aw, flux
It doesn't end when it's infinite, smoke in darkness dies, Heaven's Sucks.
F. I. N. I. S.
W.W.A.R.D. ?

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July XXXIst, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted while crankin' @LynyrdSkynyrd #Gold&Platinum in an infinite loop, on the jukebox in #TheGalacticPizzeria! }

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

DAMN BABE, THAT WAS A COLD ONE! @EricChurch #EnterTheDragon @BruceLee #Sensai #ChilledFathers'DAZE'

BLOODY DNA RECONNOITERED,
FOR THE PLETHORA
Freedom appears to be liberty hidden from tyranny, a woman’s right to execute an abortion
Last gasp of hot wind that gets past our lips is all we can hope for, man, life lives to shorten
I’m drooling at the plethora beginning on a trip to drink @Hamms & @Schlitz brew smells
Boys will be boys, and it gives you guts to do chit you’d never do runnin’ & ringin’ bells.

Your people on the block knew who you were, idiot, but you didn’t read Dostoevsky yet
Much later in life than 15 years old, but at least by the time you turned 75, all above It all
Singing about lost love because you had to move away from obedience to another Will
Power the species which directs another’s will by hook or crook; it’s a blessing roadkill,

Put some change into the juke box and play some Brooks & Dunn to set souls free
Out of the blue and into the black, above the skies of grey, there’s nothing at all to see
Yet you think that there’s an afterlife somewhere outside of your body & mind in error
No fault meant by the reality of the way things are and the First Cause of Being failure.

Hard foul on the court, penalty and fines become the one and only thing that’s solid chit
There are some young and some old people alive on the planet who have no idea what’s up
I got lucky a few nights in my teenage years, and I had five or six kids in Chicago, all far away
I was no bright, young, Catholic boy, a C-minus student at best, before I joined the VN War.

Why couldn’t we have been friends like every other stranger we ran into? All meant to be
Whether this is the life of each one of us & then it’s all over for everyone, no Valhalla above
Or that this Life is a testing place for the angel wings we’ve never used, didn’t need to fly
We had planes and jets with fossil fuel to move around in Time & Space, until y’all just die.

Buried bones and ashes cast asunder for the love of might and the minions who follow a fight
No need to call out the sound of the Word, it is what it’s always been & what it’ll always be
Just a step in the sequence of origin to destination, as an X rocket ship mirrors our solo flight
Friends or not, we’re the same mud, blood, sweat and tears from the motherlode, queen bee.

With due diligence and the care you’d give to your own true self, if you only knew who “It Is”
Dance quick or slow with or without the sound of the Word, it’s a Way of being out of the jizz
Again, my parents paid for a solid twelve years of parochial assimilation to the liturgical creep
Comin’ before you were at the age of reason to object to the misanthropic cornucopian deep.

Bring a knife to a gunfight if you don’t mind not surviving past the holy bullet hole or cut/slice
From the enemy of the heroes we call brothers-in-arms, they’re comin’ for the children of ICE
Beer brewed for our inebriation, not to mention the spirits of the fruit of the loom, slo gin fizz
In a dream, within a dream, ad infinitum, so empty as a zero, that you believe in Zeus & Osiris.

Bright light, kill the lights, smooth road, broken asphalt & bones, it’s night and day you hotrod
Believe what you know is true, if you don’t know it, then don’t believe it, a sceptic, oh my God
Nobody teaches the things they don’t know about, knowledge sought after, nobody teaches it
Heart & soul, inside, nay outside, as you were, so above, as below, God blocking our starlight.

Meaning nothing by the tone of voice I allow to escape my throat, it’s loud yet clear as a bell
Subjects and objects predicated just to watch the miracle unfold, saying what you mean, Hell
And meaning what you say when you say it, sing it or shout it out, as long as it’s the WORD
Tone and length of the note stretched into the mating ritual with the notation of the absurd.

Inside the cold turkey, there’s some hot giblet gravy, but nobody knows until the bird’s cut up
It all comes down to the brass tacks used at the very beginning of the coup d’ete in the big top
You know the Truth, you will die, but you can’t guess when, which day or night of the futures
We all knew it was denied, occult knowledge, a wise move to remain insanity’s membrane.

Olden or good ol’ days become the memory of the dead & gone, living survivors deaf & dumb
It’s not their fault, they wouldn’t be capable of accepting any responsibility for the obligation
To the humanity or the inhumanity, the spirits in the sky salute you, those about to rock some
From reflective sunlight, a shining black sea, coast to coast with fire engine blare, a mortal sin.

To bet your life on your uncertainty that you’ll be a spirit alive after your corpse is burnt up
Or even if it’s infused with formaldehyde or wet chicken feathers, like a philosopher in a cage
Smaller than what you & I are able to see with the eyesight 20/20 more or less, turn the page
It’s all over except you don’t know it yet, Future’s a sax blowin’, you’re in a deep fake outrage.

In the middle of the raging river current, you tried to backstroke upstream, all high on hopes
All's above and below the phony show under the covers of reality, accept or be the prison dopes
Bloody 7Up water drained into a sewer hole, blew my mind, God’s too, a defecation of the dead
That’s all cosmic slop of legend, WORD can’t describe the actual, thing itself, God’s in duh bed.

by
r j j stephan, i
  ( sorry, daddio )
c. Mercredi, June XVIIth, MCMLXXII Anno Domini @ 00:01 AMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

GOD in HEAVEN

Saturday, June 13, 2026

#WARLeBand #DamnBABE #ThatWasAColdOne #SkipToMuhLuLu #GreatestBallerNobodyKnowD #EverythingIsBroken @SolomonBurke #AllSheWantsToDoIsDance @DonHenley


THAT WAS ONE DAY IN TIME,
SURFING IN PACIFIC GROVE
Longer roads stretch in and out of the gardens, in Boston or Eden’s garden above or below
Cryptic zip codes keep the zones in sequential order to form the Fibonacci Sequence scroll
Hipsters and hippies saw that their fathers were beatniks and their mothers were footloose
Knowing exactly what I mean when I say what I mean, it’s not a secret to the culture refuse.

Catching a cold or a ball thrown by a shortstop to the catcher for the 3rd out & win in the 9th
It means everything to win every game all the time, but that’s not realistic; nobody’s perfect
But it’s fine to shoot for the stars and see how close you can get without a crash and burn
Bets say the odds are against every single human being living beyond 110 years on Earth.

Nobody gets out alive & it’s ain’t the case that you get everything you want anyway, I’m sure
Bring your full complement of defense to the battle, it’ll happen before you know it's cure
Probable cause to stop you and frisk you for the implements of disaster, guilty pleasure hot
Devils go there, witches eat there, goblins die there with wizards that conjured ‘em in a pot.

Simple mind in a complex body of work, bloody flow with gravity, and backup without digs
About why this is happening, accidental being in the right place at the right time, panaceas
Building a body of work from bottoms up, beginning pre-form & then shape a billion buzz
Happens like this, you didn’t have anything to do with it, y'all are hungry ape-wanton pigs.

Heads and tails on the gridiron’s football games, it’s a ritual without a bang for the bawl
Home or visiting teams at the mercy of the luck of the draw, ahead or behind, always high
Heads up and wag the tails for the ends justify the means, there’s no way around it all
Mind games without rules from the beginning to the end, just stay alive, don’t try to die.

Put myself in your place right before I died, and now I’m still alive, but I ain’t me, no fears
I’m a vague ghost, a chimera of a character, moving and reproducing blood, sweat & tears
All for the sake of the future beings I’ll never know, just because we’ve got identical DNA
Luck has nothing to do with the conception, gestation or matriculation in a drama’s play.

Perfect or not, living is better than being unconscious and in a universal funk without luck
Therefore, syllogistic wisdom is sufficient and necessary to give God a wink and a holy nod
Nothing you or anyone else could have done to have made it so different, race the hot rod
Think it changed on prom night, tuxedo & prom dress kinda plain Jane, slapshot the puck.

Hurt the feelings so bad that there was no repairing the damage that had been done, never
News or the same old stories for a narration at heaven’s gate when you hear Hell’s blues
Jackets and kimonos keep the secrets close to your vest, ready to adjust, so pivot in twos
Never to settle for just what money can buy, some things are valued more than gold fever.

Usually, you know what seems to be a mystery that nobody has an answer to, not today
Shocking your parents, siblings, amigos et amigas who all wanted to suck your soul dry
You’ve escaped and succeeded at leaving the past behind, without guilt or remorse too
That’s better for apes within us all to let it go, feel guilty, let God sort it out, Sunday School.

The universe of a university is the entire campus, student body, and faculty; it’s all there is
To the top of the tallest building, to the bottom of the lowest tunnel beneath the gridiron jizz
Waiting for the end, it will come like it or not, knowing your actions are your will to powers
Immortally, a concept of divine desire, a fear of rigor mortis & loss of air to feel the humors. 

Doing all of this over and over again ad infinitum, the world I see, hear & feel, taste & whiff
Used to be a star, now a dead star, this is Earth, all that’s left after the Big Bang, off a cliff
Darkness and the blazing light need the dark shadows to hide away from the crimson red
Parents dead, siblings dead, friends dead, haters never die, they hate that Life ain’t dead.

Mercy on me and you because of the pity invoked by the pretty good powers that be it all
Petulant children all over the age of reason, 21 to 101, all these poor folks havin’ a ball
Runnin’ the dozens down on each other’s corners, nobody wants to fight about word-Up
Except when you talk about a man’s mama, #HangTen end of the story, put your dukes up!
 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. 6-13-2026 AD @ 1525 hours PST
{ Cracked this out the matrix while jammin’ to a mix with @LosLonelyBoys #Mamacita & JUST HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/a6eyInw3j6E?si=JCxeK4uYIzHf5Uyu }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

@SalvidorDali