#FirstContact #Avalanche Where is #MA? #WhichWayIsUpAnyways? @SteelyDan #LostTraxFOUND #GameOfLove

DEAD, GONE, CRASHED

Love changed into the opposite once lost, it’s abandonment by your old mama, big boy
I’m talking about you, yes, the one who has blind faith in impossible plays with the toy
Life is that, causes effects in relationships with tie-dyed t-shirts & a left over tattoo scar
Attention is arrested for several moments, I think I am, you think I am, we think we are.

If and only if you can’t see the forest through the trees, back up & go above & beyond It
Past the hemisphere’s stratosphere of rhythm & blues, titillating the tantalized digit byte
Rain came down, dried up into lakes & rivers, streams of the conscious & grateful dead
Lying down or getting laid while lying about the nature of a Truth, dream in a ghost head.

Bent over because I was forced against my will, I will not stay down for long, I am backward
Tonight and every long day’s evening, I close my eyes & trust I’ll awake again in my backyard
Fear that I will not loathe enough to repel the good, bad and the ugly every single one of ‘em
Give me saddle bags full of greenbacks, y’all lifted it all out of the Safe Place of us & them.

I had a soul that I sold for a piece of silver & gold, dirty wealth of the gods, left it on Earth’s
Had to deposit the remains of what I’ve said & done in a box, in an urn or buzzard’s grunts
Real or fake news remains the same, recovered what happened, historical tattle tale robot
Bliss or not, love gained & lost reductio ad absurdum, realizing this is a bunch of bull’s shot.

Shot all of my bullets into the bull’s eye of the target, smack in the middle, loved long-genes
One memory of reality being a mysterious, dark place innocent babies conceive 208 bones
Dead and gone, Jesus Christ, Gautama Buddha, Larry, Moe-Moe & Curly Joe for the guffaws
I couldn’t hold y’all in my head or heart, tragic comedy I laughed about, dead & gone paws.

Boredom and the high IQ intellect reached for the stars & I found you there in a jelly roll jar
Y’all sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers all can’t see my hot-wheel car
I worshiped you, you recollect that puddle I covered with my velvet cape, passion burnt it
Dried & nearly blown-away dust to be, I peaked in to make certain, devils still worship chit.

Ending at the beginning of the saga, the tale repeats ad infinitum without recourse or finale
On being all too human, all reasonable remnants of Adam & Eve have come & gone on Sale
Coming and going is the way of the Earth’s spin, we’re on a plane of orbit about a Hot Blaze
That’s the God without which we’re frozen chards of glass, coded RNA to survive the craze.

Acid for you and for me, pretending that the Void around us & our presence means squat
Just because that’s the evidence left in the archeology & anthropology, only a rabbit carrot
Grown in stardirt, underground vegetable grown out of cosmic wavelengths & frequencies
All in the neighborhood of metropolitan wood or the sticks between DNA of extinct species.

Pierce the skin and bone with a pointed metal tool for battle, all threats for a mayhem sort
Piled up onto a pyre for bone-dust, remains until the four winds blew, all too humane abort
No Time left in Space, eyes shut off the light from Outerspace, judgement not so much, so
Fools find out finally that they’ve been duped, blind faith covered-up the annihilation blow.

Will this go around in circles as it has forever or will it explode or implode at the bitter end?
Guess away, it’s as good as mine or Socrates or the Pope of gods, true falsehood got bent
In reverie, I orbit in reverse of all eclectic, lopsided megalomaniacs, evolved via extinction
Language invented scratching on cave walls & in red dirt, upon the rock & stoned musician.

Drunk as much liquid as possible, recycling the flow of ebb within, psycho-babble unfurled
It’s above and below all we know, core to stratosphere, that’s it and there’s never a doubt
If you can’t make it here on Earth, you can’t make it anywhere else in the system’s world
Hence, as above, so below, enjoy the slow ride, it’s quick at the end, it’s a good walk-about.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, 2-16-2026 A.D. @ 711 AMPST

{ Copped this out the universe while jammin’ to @WarrenHayes #LiveAtBonnaroo on LOOP link @ https://youtu.be/QKKxadXaBCo?list=OLAK5uy_kN959Nc8gKEzILctge-jcsHxsuo9l7Y5E  & UFO Endgame To Disclosure link  @ https://youtu.be/AyaFdNYgX7Q?si=iz3I0YX-npLXWg8b   }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

G O D  F O R B I D

 

@SuperbowlLX #Commercials2026 @Meatloaf #LetMeSleepOnIT @JanAndDean #DragCity #Thunderstruck by #LaFlaca @Santana @Skynyrd concert

LA  FLACA

OR  

superbowl lx

 find my happy

ONE BOWL OF SUPERMEN & SUPERWOMEN IN A BUGATTI

I can move as an animated bag of 208 bones, both up & down ala fire

Nevermore to repeat the never afore mentioned on a hot funeral pyre

Hating things that happened doesn’t prevent the hot recurrence of it all

Coming from nowhere you’ve ever been, between my ears in this skull.

Hysterical as you’ll be once Time itself disappears from your radar, it will

Believe it or not, no blind faith in reports ala the living, check the graves

Time above ground leaves no doubt about how long buried down under

Us & them, we’ll cut the lawns over hot-spots’ labeled granite blunders.

Years since birth to the year of finality’s death-call, resting underground

Check the hippies’ long hair for bugs, electronic or insecticide resistant

Marvelous as it appears at first blush, first glance is the 2nd glance of It

Superbowl after the first fifty-nine winners and losers, smell of bull chit.

Remarkable and above reproach, morality and ethics of the Pope & Czar

Miracles of the dead folks who were born, raised & died drinkin’ in a car

Tell the Truth, the absolute one not the relative one, do not clap the dap

Completely furious about the Great Lie, immortality is dead man’s clap.

You and the rest of y’all who worship the silver & gold, no darker black

Or lighter white to see when the sun goes down, without fire or power

It’s a matter of campfires, chasin’ away thieves, scavengers of war spoils

If you think your life is tough, it’s paradise to dead ancestors’ dirty toils.

No form that life may occupy, no place in Space is the Void’s cosmic sea

Nothing else anywhere in another dimension of timing space, no doubt

What part of the English language is unclear about the nature of reality

Setting sun is a name for disappearance of shine as Earth spins about.

Finish the fait au complet whatever that entails, deduce a happy ending

No mystery and soon common knowledge to all, humans are dreaming

Sleeping at night and death brings the eternal essence to bear, all to be

Count, spell, theorize until you mesmerize the idiot-morons in the scree.

Being beautiful and good is a tool to barter for the desires & royal needs

It is a critical theory which isn’t necessarily a Truth at all, the race is on

On the first turn or just before the backstretch of backstreet older boys

Re-center your attention, arrest it by the shore of tranquility, Zen ploys.

If & only if you don’t mind, so feel free to annoy me with a questioner

As if I don’t have another thought in my head other than you, yes sir

You may be with or without a high IQ, it matters little in rigor mortis ill

Turning the living clay back into the dust it gleaned out the Big Bang kill.

Now is the time, here is the place it all turns from water into red wine

Wish you were not who you’ve turned out to be but that’s the breaks

You reap what you sow & if you sow bad seed, you reap rotten ol’ crop

All the same, even if you have a bumper crop, y’all live to eat our cakes.

Crime to disobey the rules & laws of the middle road because of karma

A ledger keeping track of the good, the bad and the ugly from a trauma

Being conceived & born in 9 months is a miracle, like walking on water

From there, being detached from the chord, being independent of Her.

Mother Nature or your mama from another sister, is all but sacrosanct

In retrospect of the Present that followed the recent & distant Past time

Presence is Past immediately once you draw a breath & pack a suitcase

Feeling sunshine transforming my dead face back into the human race.

I was nineteen & then I saw it turn to sixty-nine, city to country river run

Starting line to the finish, I inherited a fine IQ to circumnavigate the fun

Training taught the rules & regulations, muscles strengthened, mind too

All the power stored within will be summoned to assist unto death’s flu.

High as the stratosphere & low as the Earth’s core, Nothing else matters

All of the causes and ill effects of relationships with a myriad of 96 tears

By the time the Crying’s over, everything that lived decomposes in synch

Atoms matter in form, day, swing or night shift, divinity all pretty in Pink.

by

r j j stephan i 

c. February 4th 2026 AD at 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this nutshell while jammin’ to #ALoveSupreme by @John_Coltrane link for youTube https://youtu.be/dAUIV_fwrmI & @BruceSpringsteen #OnlyTheStrongSurvive on youTube link https://youtu.be/lTRS-dNAgvA?si=5DENmBw4LTVlwTWQ }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

S P R I N G S T E E N

CHEVROLET CORVETTE

B I G   S M O

son of a bucket

S U P E R   B O W L LX

#WastedTime @TheEagles #NoAssNoGrassNoRide @BigSmo #SurpriseSurprise #BabyIWasCominBackToGitYou #IfYouWannaComeAlongWithMe . . .

WHEN I WAS NINE,
CARL JUNG LEFT A SIGNAL

 It has been a longer time than any man or woman has ever seen since the origin
Of Time spent & Space occupied and owned 1st come 1st owned originally a sin 
Braking to a halt, the wings functioned and flew me up above the scene’s plethora 
Nowhere above or below me was anything to see, hear, touch, smell or taste to score.

Lonely roads I have walked have never been like ones I’m on right now, near all over 
It came out of nowhere & it’s headed right back to the 1st, all-star, studded gold cluster 
Insanity killin’ nothing more than the blues and rhythm function of the whole shebang 
Follow concise directions, follow the rules, know penalties for breaking the overhang.

Purple to blues, red to orange, yellow & greens the colors I won’t see the day I die too 
Unfortunately, Life’s a mystery for me until I die, until the moment of dissolution, I do 
Why have the combination to the padlock when you need a skeleton key, it’s 36-22-36 
Bones buried underneath the sand under the ocean’s heavy weight, 4/5 of the matter.

Lying is the art of persuading yourself that you’re telling the Truth, then you’ll be a fool 
Knowing nothing to begin with, knowing nothing at the end, it’s a deja vous over again 
Prisons and jails hold 208 bones but no spirits or souls that escape via gas, shock men 
Firing squads for traitors don’t deter but they eliminate the threat at hand, it’s a rule.

Super ego of the Id, listening to the R & B bumping the synapses to the Godsend freak 
No secrets or hidden, rare appearances of a lost Truth, we got the dreamer’s disease 
Never the fault of the DNA yet the blame needs to be applied, deservedly the host live 
Desire to be alive in 208 bones on Earth caused this catastrophe, A-bombs got to give. 

Barometer and signals of blinkin’ lights & bells & whistles that apply in random plays 
Like playing a slot machine, put the food & liquid into it, it will run until the last days 
You got what you gave and didn’t get what you never, ever gave, I’m a word that scares 
Never to die or multiply, it slipped through my fingers, blue on black, Big Guy upstairs.

Can’t catch a break when it’s time to pay the piper, no chance to delay the inevitable 
From the first to the last day of everyone’s life on earth, it’s a crap shoot on the table 
It’s either snake eyes, seven, eleven or another roll for the House, 50 states if being 
If it’s not one, it’s another, life of being with a large clan or all alone as a hermit thing. 

Like it for the feelings or the thoughts left behind to recall the flashback of ecstatics 
I meant to make the last word silent, but I failed the task & yelled from the Matterhorn 
If you could, you would, I can but I won’t think about the past or care about the future 
If you please, deposit yourself in my place in outer Space, flag me down y’all for sure.

Committed to the insane asylum just because I went cuckoo for hot cocoa puff lives 
Wet dream of fandango pulling up lame and flaccid, no more entry into the slipstream 
Cracks in the foundation have been mended, silently yet thoroughly as in a wet dream 
A mess of a wake-up call to the real world, never known by girlfriends nor good wives.

If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it up against me more firmly 
Or would you be offended that the truth is, you didn’t realize I’d notice & comment too 
Yet boop, there it is, commented and it’s the last thing on my mind now, it is done free 
Bottom of my heart, soul to soul, in an eternal embrace of the essence of Nirvana blue.

Bits & pieces left over after lunch, dinner, supper but never breakfast as one of us dies 
We have it all, we’ve conceived it and now it’s manifested right in front of our four eyes 
Hard to jump to a conclusion or have any blind faith in an incredible tale, unbelievable 
Oh my God, it’s the necessary & sufficient proof for the induction and deduced #Hell.

Ready to get set before you go, go, go & I mean never stop until you cross the finish line 
No other choice for you & I, we’re lucky for the chance to trip on the light fantastic sign 
It’s blinkin’ Hollywood or NYC, New York but it’s blinkin’ for certain, robbin’ all cops 
Ends in a silent hush, exhale finally gassed out of luck, diaphragm stops, heart pops. 

Bad taste in your mouth you released into mine, now I sound like you did, as above so 
Below as it had to be for eternity, destiny progresses without your will or power to blow 
The world & the Word left over to kill Time when you don’t know what else to do, hit it 
Inhale deeply or just a tiny huff, high above Earth, brain sustains a high, creek of chit. 

Try to fall into a trap that you know is a trap, yet you don’t mind being inside of It 
Joy it brings to know you’re in it to win it, allowing the ends to justify the means fit 
It’s convulsing with the whole lot of nerves inherited from the neurotic psychotics 
Bridges back to them from me, burnt down back in the day, love honkies & spicks.

Brutal truth and relentless fabrications to deceive the weak & force capitulations 
Of the mice and men who wound up being the stigma of a hobo on the backstreets 
Easy street & Broadway crossroads make the cares disappear into the ether smoke 
Listen carefully, whispers clear dead air, lying, blinded eyes stifled, snort the coke. 

Trains and jets get there faster but like the Savior of the East & West, I trek on a walk 
From my home to far, far away from it & right back to where I came from, a spell away 
A to Z, in a linguistic expression, don’t get caught with your pants down, don’t f’n balk 
Daddies & mamas all bred to know how to repeat the mission’s finale, lover fate day. 

I ain’t comin’ right back again like I always did before, this time it’ll be an extended fit 
Of being a man that’s all too human, as my ancestors were, as my descendants will be 
Epistemological metaphysics of yesterday is a reflection of today, rock it left for a pup 
Absolute absence of atoms, gas, liquid or solid, Man oh Man, can’t make this chit up.

Washing the floors makes you feel strong and free of the shackles and chains, roll it fat 
Dice bounce around on six sides to land right where I steal it all like a thief in the night 
It’s all in the die, the composition of the cube, ivory, plastic or human bone in the fight 
Snake eyes, seven or eleven, every time I roll the dice, reincarnate ends it in S#it scat.

Two of the three out five or six must come up to benefit me & my kin folk, apes in synch 
Well placed tattoo indicating mating to mommy, married to a monkey that gets around 
Rhymes & jingles keeping track of the historical hysteria, tall tales tell tomes of word 
Know nothing is true, everything’s a light and sound illusion, 1st egg needed the Bird.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Samedhi, 31st of Janvier, at 8:08 PMPST

{ Dripped this out the cryptic crib while jammin’ to #BlueOnBlack @KennyWayneShepherdBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v0mb0_SUx-A?si=bErMrTd0OF9WbtD3 }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GILGAMESH #JailBreak #Inkydo

THE PHILOSOPHER STONER

who CANT BUST A CHESS MOVE

  { get your own line & pole )

To know more about the Truth as the philosophers knew it back in the day

Trust in the process of induction & deduction to arrive at the chit people say

So you know you’ll be in a state of disbelief when you discover the deception

Not only you but also everyone you tell about the Light will know mortal sin.

Only the One who is immortal and undiscoverable lives beyond Earth’s wobble

Intelligent as you & yours may be, there is Reality you’ll never know post bubble

Atmospheric collapse then oxygen escapes the stratosphere to a Void’s Space kill

Any man or woman who recalls this gravity zero & returned to the roadkill chills.

Charged positive and negative ions between neutrons of electronic excitement OG

Hair or absolutely aquatically scaled determines where you’ve descended in a city

By a great lake or coastal ocean surf, even streams & rivers movin’ north or south

By the time you figure out your place & destiny, it’s the last thing out your mouth.

Not to be morbid but to make a salient point, I have a narrow path to follow up on

Nobody is ahead of me & nobody can follow behind my all disappearing rear end

Hearing words interpreted exactly as meant by the statements’ conclusions’ scar

Way of the Truth is the opposite of Fabrication, what I am is what I am, as you are.

By the time you check the rate of the Earth’s rotation, Time runs out hour glasses

Bringing your best possible form of survival skills to a scrum, get ready, no passes

Put your mothers and fathers in their pauper-graves, pile the granite carving high

With cross, star, in a sarcophagus or -0 degree morgue, ain’t nobody gets a #Bye.

You’re not getting out alive with the morons who’ll return to their original sins too

In a garden of Eden without labor-childbearing, a tree of Good produced Evil true

Keep the message clear & the danger present, we’re all gonna die & turn corpse

Don’t be harsh to a messenger with firearms, Silence is golden so get the lead out.

Thinking of the manners you’ve gleaned from your teachers, good & bad turn ugly

It’s a nature of Evil turned backward into Live as a word, Nothing like bein’ boned

To defend your heart & soul against the offensive, immoral bones in bad humanity

Eyes wide open, ears hear hypersonically, unmoved soul place, kryptonite stoned.

Bore me until ennui sets in for perpetuity and reincarnate beings, all saints to be

No way to be certain, the principle of uncertainty requires a leap of blinded faith

All done now & will always be the way it’s always been, like That’s the Way it all is

Encyclopedia from A to Z in an occult library of Freemasons & Essenes, slo gin fizz.

In a nutshell, the code grows in the ash of the Big Bang, it’s all fabricated to pilots

Astronauts and cosmonauts who escape the gravity realize we Need Mother Earth

There is nothing near & everything is too far to get to while alive, it’s post mortem

Blind faith, breathe in and out until you can’t, enjoy, feel swell, stay out the scum.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XXIIIrd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Filled in the blanks of the Void in an hour of bathing in Clear Light from the Windowpane listenin’ to @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ?si=gnRIVLC68G1C3J9v }

HOWDY DOODY & BUFFALO BILL