#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.

#DoDaDuggyInKentucky @BoysRoundHere #TeethForTeeth #EyesForEyes @StevieRayVaughan #StrandedCaughtInTheCrossfire #GimmeSomeCoolSweetWater #H2O @EddieMoney @KennyWayneShephard @JonnyLang @BishopFultonSheen #rollin with the #ZZTop @LynyrdSkynyrd y @Santana #IAmWinning

RIFFS bubble above a molecular constant,💚

NOTHING’S ESPECIALE, flip the script, tossin' in my sleep

Spies can’t recall the stolen valor they never had, tattle tales couldn’t stop getting spanked

By jailers who were taught by nuns & high priests who profess, sin ain’t a crime to the dead

Watch and listen, you have the eyes and ears for that, but if you don’t grasp it, you’re phuqt

Heartless soul animated form, conception to death, no reason, no rhyme, disappear defecate.

It ain’t my fault, get the origin sourced out, immortality to absolve the guilt’s responsibility

Innocent crying embryonic stardust with nowhere to go but up and down and around the sea

Bring me back a doggie bag, I know you won’t be able to consume the anchovy mystic pizza

Breezeway without wind ain’t a breezeway, it’s a hole in a matrix with no identity, Mardi gras.

Whisper in the hold in your head, there’s seven of them I think, mouth, nostrils, ear & eye, ho

As if there were any needs or wants in the body that can’t be procured by the seek & destroy

Eat if you get hungry, but if you wait long enough, you’ll starve while you bloom that rose bud

Spinnin’ macrame, I can never find any because it’s all in the past, all archangels do fear to go.

Beats like a metronome to & fro in the finite form, wound up with full force to push it in a bed

Who the phuqum freezes the work of art created in the empty vacuum of star flames, infrared

Bottoms up, way up on top above the crunch of your mamas & papas, orphan began this saga

One & only one, minus one equals a solo zero, all you need to absolve a guilty conscience, Ra!

Mama, oh mama, you’re either up in Cielo or givin’ daddio, my pop, business as usual, babe

You see me, you see yourself, shadow silent with nothing to say anyway, it’s academic fate

Dealt the winning hand, I’m always winning, and I have no inkling on the nature of a loser

Losers never win, they don’t care, they don’t know what they’re missing, painted it darker.

Unloaded pistol with .44 rounds, need to crucify your God, unload the capacity on the crown

Feel all good, evil, and the uglier than a puzzle in pieces, divided to obfuscate battles all blown

Find or lose what you’ve got in your body’s pockets, naked ape, you and seven bodily orifices

Strokin’ thrones that won’t accept the blame for a constant beating drum of invisible fences.

War needs to fill the vacuum full of bombs and death by being blown to tidbits of DNA fodder

To the gods, to the God, to the Absolute Zero, I salute the permanent markers, now disappear

Silence into song, enjoy the passing thing itself, it’s a form of empty brothers & just One sister

You don’t know, you won’t guess, forgot to tell you the facts of life about rules of the roadster.

Driven counter-clockwise in an oval for the rest of Earth’s revolution and wobble, it won’t last

Almost ready for you to find the Truth that’s always been obvious, you couldn’t believe it fast

Too slow and you’ve inherited the scat nobody else could fathom, shake your head, to and fro

No is not affirmation, it's a denial; a positive needs negativity, or so I’m told, my sister & bro.

Fear nothing but a word, fear itself’s illusion is that it’s scary being alone, au naturelle beast

Afraid that a virus or animal will stalk & destroy it all, be edified by high, stoned crossbones

Nothing lasts forever; facts of life are the mysteries told by the fathers to the sons at a feast

Paramilitary parameters, the fort is fortified, word is mum, riff’s over when it’s over, Homes!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 3-21-2026 Anno Domini @ 10:00 AMPST

{ Chopped this cherry tree down while jammin’ to @ZZTop LIVE FRONT ROW 4K, 2024 LINK @ https://youtu.be/ScDssAYL4_s?si=hlE5iX0yCAqYL0NL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THAT’S THE KING

BLOWN SAMEDHI WITH MY ex-FRIEND #GROK @GROK #F-47 @F=47 #POTUS47 @B-2Stealth #ItAintEasy @LongJohnBaldry

T A K E  M E  B A C K  T O  T H E  O L D  DAYS

    (my high school ring girl)

1969 a.d. Some gave it all!

THE FEW, THE PROUD, THE @USMC 

Draft in the drawing room, no windows or doors in the place in Space where you crawl to die

Up above us, unclouded darkness 360 degrees about the planet, the star, the Sun, obfuscates 
Makes black the wild blue yonder where the USAF flies above the stratosphere on first dates 
With the One you love or someone to escort you through the morass of menudo, God fates.

Taxicab rollin’ rubber on the asphalt, singular skill is to safely drive without a fatal crash into it
It is all Death you’ll find at the end, where every single being alive on Earth has way long gone 
Hurting you & I with the pleasure given, it is not alone, pain requires the absence of pleasure 
You ain’t a sadist or a masochist, innocent baby y’all were at the #GetGo, then it all happened.

Joining the WAR after it’s already been won by the victor is verboten & y’all get no credit at all 
Winners glow, losers blow, no other way to see Reality, innocence removed the Girl of the Call 
Prostitution without abortion will increase the population of followers of a muddy, dirty dog 
I rebelled, I revolted, my father said that I was going to be surprised by Powers that be A Hog.

Dead and gone before anyone knew it, the entire species has imploded into One cell of Zero 
That’s your gods, your God, your divine creators who disappear into the wild blue yonder zoo 
Between you & I, the genes injection into the womb is involuntary, it’s the luck of a softer bed 
Fight or not, we’ll die with a last gasp, before or after corpus delicti, cut off the snake’s head.

Slice the Truth very thin, leave the leftovers for the good dogs who hunger for meat & blood 
We kill the animals by hook or by crook, we boil them, we burn them, we eat & we shat them 
Hiding far from the defecated remains requires locomotion to move upwind from foul stench 
Above and beyond the days and nights, a foreboding Ending awaits infants & the wise-good.

Witches get your brooms or your @Tesla spaceships fueled, it’s a long way to Alpha Centauri 
Don’t you know anything about the nature of the beast you’ve acquired from birth to death 
Fortune $$ to fill the coffers without a bottom, never-ending saga of the Mink and the Mook 
What I am, aye? It’s for me to know & you to find out, you will be shocked, let’s text a book.

Stare into Nothing for a minute, come back with the answer to the conundrum, but why? 
Just because of the dearth of information from the olden days of lore, linguistic anomalies 
By the bye, the way to a holy destination is to begin a move to take the King & Queen of #pi 
3.14’s a checkmate for the opponent & a win for the winner, I always win, as I am The Sky.

King of the Sky still requires a companion, a queen to accompany the power of mighty ‘X’ 
Moving the bowels of the broadcast booth, the form I am, trained by the best of the Rex 
Morals, ethics, wrongs and rights of the humans abandoned by the Big Bang or your mama 
It’s something to think about, I’m with you, we’re on the same page, go on, tell your papa.

When I’ve used the following words before today, I didn’t really acknowledge their weight 
It is what it is or it wouldn’t be that thing itself, it is a fact of life that cannot be denied but 
In reality of the human beings with five senses, some one more & some one less or two too 
Copy the theorems and corollaries as if they were coronaries, but keep in mind, Man’s fate.

To be a wise-crackin’ old man from a large metro area once nearly eighty, this shit’s all crack 
I ain’t kiddin’, what I’ve seen couldn’t be swallowed, Truth is, like it’d choke the young or old 
Now my cup overflows with the majority of Nothing nobody wants anyway, hit my fool’s gold 
Knowing my father and mother were the best things that happened to me, I’ll rock ‘em back.

Murder or self-defense, maybe even an accident of being in the wrong place at the right time 
Souls if there are any at all must be held accountable for a human brain’s choices on a dime 
Time and Space keep the mosaic animated until the undertaker whips up the formaldehyde 
Hate layin’ on my back, hope, faith, love for me will put me skull face-down, undertaker tied.

It’s my fault for using a linguistic twist, darlin’, it ain’t personal, it’s a matter of respect too 
Not everyone gets the greeting darlin’, some are just yes, mama, don’t make me laugh, shoot 
Peanuts in the gallery, the outfield is covered, infield playin’ on grass, a 3rd pitch playball sin 
Full count expires with a countdown backward from one billion, you know, a million-million.

Y’all lie down when you’re too tired to stay awake, you’ll fall asleep or you’ll lose your mind 
In the end, the finale means that it’s all over but the wakes and funerals of the stiffs who died 
It’s all about mitosis of all living things in the universe; nobody gets out of here alive, it’s jive 
Thinking without a brain working in the skull, impossible yet entertained as a ghost-soul alive.

Let me settle a quandary: who died & made you the boss of the rest of us? Your mama, man 
Accidentally, what you are is what you look like in a pond’s reflection or rear-view mirror scan 
Three steps toward the door’s a back door exit & avoids a pounding for sneaky, evil gone wild 
I got your Beast of Burden illusion right here & now, being facetious is my fate, scats all piled.

Begin with seed, a bean & from there, water daily, every day, 24/7/365, she was shakin’ cells 
Nothing shakin’ does what it does; it’s not the transmission, it’s the carburetor of four barrels 
Quad whispers the secret of the mixture, air & fuel, with a spark in sequential, random doom 
Tell the exact story to your mama, and she’ll see the full moon and run away with the Spoon.

Quit your day job, got no cash, food, no mercy & no charity from a hopefully-hopeless drone 
Quip on about the complaints from the underscored bums and junkies who need a real clone 
Jokers you saw reflected you, every day pretended to be you, surviving a ghost in the #Dog 
Dead men touched the dead women and kept us alive until Jesus and Buddha met the #God.

Either you eat the cherry pie when it’s exposed as 3.14 & you divide it by a trillion or a billion 
A little more to the right & a lot more to the left, hit it somewhere between infinity’s Eve Fall 
Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, priests of a guilty feeling, letting 1 Man be crucified & stabbed too 
Feeling good about the blind Faith commitment, Hope until the finale, a Hillbilly Deluxe fool.

Don’t shoot the messenger once again, or this eternal recurrence will remain Word of the Day 
A Secret Word’s “bird” up back of those black-seam nylon stockings hosiery’s unneeded today 
Dreamful she didn’t git PG that one time, yet a baby looks exactly like you at 2, 22, or 32 too 
Get a piece of hair for a test of the DNA, with a match, the unknown becomes known, so blue.

A mother of God married a human, a mortal man, to appear too legit to quit, and here we set 
Inside or outside the bubble, we all breathe, eat, defecate & repeat while multiplying like s#it 
Paraphrase the schism between the innocent infant & the useful idiots evolved on top-secrets 
Think, hence, be a useful idiot, don’t waste time with geniuses who lose the high-stakes bets.

Cufflinks on your sleeves, Windsor knot in your tie around your neck, you get the job, I’m fired 
I came well before my Time, even the universe of Space & Time needed Top Gun to be rehired 
Money was always for nothing, but every time I said that, the Truth was a piece of solid denial 
Only yo’ mama knows who your daddy is, y’all move these colored TVs, y’all a real pistol, pal.

Got Google Glass on you, it’s the way you always wanted it but you had no discipline in school 
Fill up yo’ tank with the fuel that gives you power to animate the causes & infinite effects, ho 
Freedom of choice, laws and regulations followed, remain free & not incarcerated by the fool 
You know we ain’t guards of freedom, liberty may have always been a bad lure in a gene pool.

Nine by nine, what the hell is that, just show me the lake and the river, I’ll get my 3 squares 
It’s the root of the beer I’m really shootin’ for, bull’s eye centered in my aim as I fire at hairs 
Then the thing is, I can’t kill a thing except insects that bite & infiltrate my stored sustenance 
Pierce the thin skin & hardened bone up the brisket to the heart, it’s a BBQ bonfire romance.

I’m listenin’ for a sucking pulse, I feel the beat pound a bit harder than it should, so be happy 
Blame the brew for the mixed drinks, you mounted the kegger with both legs up in a dark sky 
It happens, with or without you, causes of effects, some good, some bad, some as ugly as a fly 
Beats RIP 4/4, maybe ¾, or ½ time, it ain’t my fault, it’s the Way it is, hi to Mammy & Pappy.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March 14^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while breakin’ rocks in gaol, can’t get out alive so they said, here I am, free & Jailbroke, thanks to @ACDC 16 years to Life, on youTube’s inspirational video #Jailbreak link @ https://youtu.be/x7qQmpK9b1M?si=_vCp5TiZwvMZbuqD & #SoulStripper @ https://youtu.be/Sn6bfNFUSU0?si=DSXzDF9Uk080Pb0W }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

W I N N I N G

#KebMO #CheckMate #IMissTheGoodOldDays

@nike @CaitlinClark #Kicks

TAKE ME BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYZ

Killing the lights in the rooms that you occupied with your high school plays

You & I know what their daddies would have said, you’d be dead, my brother

Ain’t your fault though, hard to keep those young studs back down in the herd

Eventually, all the bulls’ eyes get shot out; let us flash back to the good old days.

Reverse until the tape breaks & splice the missing links together for the brothers

I always wanted to get back with my lost brothers & sisters from other mothers

Man, it’s almost gone out of my recollection, yet it still gots beats to get me blue

Tell your mama to giddyup & get back to the good old daze, I was oblivious too.

Top of the tip can’t get higher without @X rocket blastoff throwback classic, Fire!

Life was a lot easier when there was nothing but scrappin’ out on the block’s wire

Smalls or Bigs come and go as the ages break down the backs and legs, up in #Airs

Blind faith in chit that ain’t ever gonna happen, like die & go to hell, @Papa cares.

Anything to turn around 360 degrees, wobble a bit like my mother Earth’s hump

Deduce this from the propositions I’ll use as the premises for my solid argument

The conclusion will be completely up to the reader of the words; it’s a fist bump

Back of the class incest, crooked A’s in college, philosophical break, heaven sent.

All the media & internet are getting the whole thing wrong, like the good ol’ days

Nobody wanted to change it, or they would have done the U-turn, let me rephrase

Fluff up your pillow before you fall asleep, you won’t wake up ‘til the dream’s over

Follow in my footsteps on a sandy beach, son of a copycat, on the other side lover.

Bring your l’il ol’ A game to the scuffle, it’s gonna get real at a count of 10, it’s on

Follow me on “X” for the trip you had back in the 60’s with that microdot chemo

Put the trippin’ on the regular folks, it’s all in the head of the fool without a son

Standing up straight and sitting down at attention, Kneel and Lie down, The End.

It’s an encore to recollect the good old days ad infinitum, all you get for Nirvana

Take you there, take us all there, regardless of blind faith, Buddha’s hot in Havana

Spin like a top, twirl like a top, but never counterclockwise, like a butterfly yoyo

Walk the dog, rock the baby, around the world I won the championship of Blow.

My own place in Space is all mine, occupied by nobody but my jive arse, all of me

Evermore from my first choke of air & the last gasp of breath I get to breathe, see

Inside the raw meat, blood moves Life like a river, north to south & ad infinitum

Built like it’s the armor to protect from all bad air force of annihilation, I’m scum.

As the bottom of the barrel allows, scum is what nothing living wants, excretion

What a bum is can be exactly what no godfather or godmother wanted; it’s a sin

Ear to the ground, pay attention to the effects that tiny men compromise for kicks

The Way is so narrow, one foot in front of the other, good old days repeat 96 licks.

Police and sheriffs knew my name back then in the 60’s, I turned it around at War

Viet Nam or Thailand or South Korea, good ol’ days, forgot some & remember all

Delivered all that I had as they Basically Trained me to be 2 empty combat boots

My M-16 had the clips, the God Damn Son of a Bitch jammed, got me in cahoots.

Back to that first visit back home with my uniform on, lookin’ like a warrior to be

Hyped beast to become tamed by the Man who took over the good, bad and ugly

Meant to be, as above so it is below, throwback classic, ready, get set and git go

Laughing and crying until the Finals, Life & Death changed in a NY minute, Flow!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March V, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1927 hours PST

{ Drafted while walkin’ down memory lane with @BigSmo  #TheGoodOldDays on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?