#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

#RosemarysBaby @Santana #TwilightZone #AlcoaPresents #OuterLimits

MAMA MIA LA FLACA

Inside odd job done for a return favor, payback for saving of a life, as a favor to god spit
Y’all tell me all about it, now or never, if you choose not to have a dialogue then we’ll split it
What y’all have found is ½ yours & already mine, there’s no other way that’s fair to all of us
Hence, which one do you want and if you try to take both you’ll become extinct, In I, I trust.

In or out of the prison of your body & the penitentiary cells on the block, nothing matters
Locked up or free to roam anywhere on any territory or property from pole-to-pole towers
The day every human finds out that they’re gonna die like the ones they’ve seen all fallen
To the bottom Hades or to the hilt of the end of the Milky Way’s cosmic Big Bang bawlin’.

Drunk and higher than the lower echelon below the La Brea tar pits, where Life dies alive
Historical evidence of the hysterical nature of the historians who recorded the past jive
Predicated on facts that never were cross-checked nor was the reporter vetted for reality
In other words, whichever words document the events of history are all a cup of tea.

Dancing to music, rockin’ to the rhythm of the beats of drums, strum of guitars, mic’d voice
Nothing like it before or after the dancin’ around the campfire, sacred and profane top toys
Translate your story into the one you’ll leave behind, pretend you’re expired but not legend
Saga from predicate to deductive and inductive logic compilation of Love and a Dead End.

It’s all about her, Maria knew it was the first time she saw me, she read my mind about her
Whisking us out Kindergarten to Grad School for my PhD in Metalogic out of Fink College
To peel the onion until the center is exposed is an effort at futility promotion, just don’t be
You and I know, like nobody else, ready, set & go to your maker, when Time comes, binge!

Escaped from the ties that bound me to the place in Space where I come from, I healed
By the grace of the gods and my parents’ pure love, as a river flows, I do the do, I’m fueled
Allstar or just an insignificant ball of gas in escape mode from the center of the shebang
River is melted ice and snow from the highness out of this world, H2 gas ocean, cold sea.

Happy is what we’ve gone through the gestation and maturity to fruitful aesthetics et al
Played the fool, pretended to be under the rule, once the chains broke, left it all in smoke
Fear of Nothing helped to generate the unfettered bravery required to win at all costs, pal
Now and then, you’ll recollect the thoughts I laid down, power check the winged bloke.

Hair grown to ameliorate the frozen tundra and skin-bare feet covered by wet dish rags
Mama didn’t warn me, but papa said I’d be surprised if not prepared to defend old bags
Only two hands and a conglomerate of knuckles to damage the unwavering intent fuss
Could not release that hot Hades’ fury upon me, I disintegrated the threat into rat dust.

Dream of cream although it’s the sewer product of refuse & garbage, all too human art
Dime a dozen will get you a gross of a hundred and twenty dimes, all toll twelve to start
Apostles or just a dozen eggs, either way you need twelve, no baker’s dozen of thirteen
All about the vibrations of the arse-kicking you get once defeated, happy to be unseen.

Model completed appears exactly replicated at 1/32 scale, multiply a divided quotient
Divisor advisor is zero which divides nothing from nothing, neither more nor less than it
Ending is happy, it comes without warning except for the pre-ejaculate pretend to lube
Here we all are, in front & center of the border, down below the hook, line & sinker tube.

Original, disobedient souls who followed no commandments yet mirrored a golden rule
To be the only one to do unto others as I would have them all do to me, a fool on a mule
Not only is the one and only soul the only one but also, it’s the last soul to be a holy foal
Horses run wild & die to become tame to ride from places in Space to fools’ H2O hole.

Deep dive into the labyrinth of muck and mire will yield the rational and whimsical crops
Devils and their malfunctioning God smacks in their Oneness, sentenced to megadeath
Neither am I the first nor am I the last to say what I think about everything in itself, a trip
Mixed Earth chemicals inside the all too human presence of a homo sapiens species tip.

Spirits in the night when the Earth wobbles & spins counter-clockwise to the ecliptic flip
This means nothing to the humans who are devoid of curiosity, all of y’all are quite a trip
Surprisingly, most you’ll never see or know at all, it’s a few billion minions of the dirt trope
All you get fortune enough to do is remember as far back as Time goes, smoke it in dope.

The duration of the moments doesn’t mean much when you got no appointments fixin’ sex
Your Mac10 will breathe a final gasp of breath someday means to this y’all ain’t here & now
It is what it is, listen to the temptations that Eve had to endure, she was a St. Eve, holy cow
Predicated the subject, interjected the prepositions ala major conjunctions’ direct objects.

Join the service of the country to escape the street until you return for another shake at it
Played 8-ball and rotation, the cut-throat game was as good as killin’ a Vegas gambling fit
In and out of us all, the invisible, infinite piece of platypus scat is all we’ve got to show, so
Jizz is all what it is except when it all ain’t, leave lickity split in one word, suck, or swallow!

You’ll be high fallutin and carryin’ heat somewhere between your boot and your eyes, all fly
Grateful for every moment I got to look you in the eyes, a pleasure to have it all, my oh my
Filters provided to skim the cream off of the top and provide with high value of the Gold
Nuts resolve the questions, appear dead yet full of verve, ready to get wet, grow & get Old.

Nobody yet is mine, nobody is yours, nobody has anybody but one’s own, fortunate, or not
It is what it is, and it is always the same, just like every revolution of the planet, it’s all I got
Whistles for me even if I’m far away, my ears prick up for my pops, he needed me so bad
First born out of a pricking poker that filled the void with my presence, All that I am, a lad.

It ain’t so complicated inside my head, between my ears it’s all pleasure and pain, all gone
Diggin all matter of Time in Space Supreme, it’ equals one another, the ‘E’ of ‘mC2’ my son
Broad as the lines on the sides and narrow as the invisible neutrons and tachyons all over
In trick of Time, emotional-chemical menudo all my own unknown, father, sister, brother!

Expecting the unexpected Unknown picking & grinnin along with the rhythm & deadbeats
Keeping your adversaries on short leashes to always be cognizant of their presence’s feats
Boots on the ground of being for the duration of a melody’s promulgation of rhythm beats
Could be ¼ or ¾ time & if you know what I mean, you know timing is it, it is everything.

Hop or crawl, climb, dive, swim or run, dream or fully awake in the middle of nowhere but
Here and now, would have or should have been, are not the ways to go into the final omega
On a ride from the soil to the stars that are too far for feet to run wings to fly ala bull shyt
Trippin’ on the original LSD25, idiot threw it inside my mouth, he said, open wide, I did it.

Complex and secretly a dozen trips from innocence, broken chromosomal twisted up too
All genomes inherited & injected for the descendants who can’t see in astigmatic iced tea
Lethal and terminally yours, air, land and sea all came down into me, ate & drank the blues
Knowledge and wisdom converted into the black hole’s singularity, as above, so below me.

The reaper is only grim for the loser of the animated soul that’s gotta go, neurons won’t fire
Hearts and lungs seize the day & night for eternity, only if lucky, memorial of granite’s ire
Etched appellation and timing that was everything, a century more or less, some just a day
No matter what the Truth is, you live, good or bad luck, grace of gods guides a middle Way.

Commitments and deadlines that no human can actually assimilate, bunch of mutants
Not their fault, the situational awareness is all that counted, star love’s slippery lubricants
Edge of the flat Earth or the north or south poles of the vortex spin, a mystery of ultraviolet
Purple cut of the rainbow at the end, it’s the gondola in Venice, the Arc to Nirvana’s rivulet.

Addicted to the poetry, not this Jones’ thing for prose that never finds the fire’s lit-up a One
To the depths of the most remote place next to absolute zero nothing & so above to the sun
Harmony and chaos fill the cannoli shells with chocolate, cheese and c6h12o6 sugar plum
Ghosts are all souls disembodied one way or another, in the end, nothing but an old bum.

by

r j j stephan i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #IdontWannaLoseYourLove off of the #AllThatIAm CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p8B6qkuxcZc?si=UC-6p263Zph9bEhO }

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

HAPPY HOLLOWEEN BOOPUMPKINS

FUNK OF 40,000 YEARS IN THE VORTEX OF THRILLER

GODS SATURDAY SATURN LIVE & LET LIVE IT'S ALRIGHT NOW #HoneyBeeComb #ThunderStruck @ACDC

I Feel Nothing Like This At All

*tweets*

Goddess damn the mothers of the fathers who trespass amongst us, gravity collapses it

Into the black hole that has always been ready to consume everything in subatomic split

Playin’ juice harps and banjos to disguise your sound of silence, music to divinity’s ears

Which is the correct path to the final ending of the epic saga, my life, yours too, 96 tears.

Before the last four tears, you cease and desist the motion of the ocean, stagnated hole

Just 96 are allowed to crying babies who come out of the darkness, bloody money rolled

Into mothers we inject the Truth & Understanding only to be wasted & annihilated to be

Like every other thing that ever lived on Earth, they all died, we’re gonna die out at sea.

Annihilated it all before Time and Space manufactured DNA & RNA, the gods created God

God X created it, Nothing, whatever Ego & Id may be, we all get the death penalty, hotrod

Nevertheless, even though it’s all set in stone, our tombstones reflect an innocence of it all

Nevermore, nevertheless, it’s the way it is, the way it has always been, my way or highway.

Peering deeply into a vortex of holy water, blessing my crown, my solar plexus & wings too

Tears pouring out of nowhere, a holy hole near the edge of my eyes, strange river runs blue

Sad to say, you can run out of the flow, it’s a sorrow and joy thing, you know like I know, son

Breeds of Hu Man, Dog, Fish, Snake & Bird can keep the whole shebang in gear, in revolution.

Blowing the air through the holes, some small & others not so tiny, it sounds like love of life

It’s the way it’s always going to be from now until the end of eternity, both a husband & wife

Shared until forgotten the shared again, forgotten again, ad infinitum, how long it takes, chill

Whiskey, ale and the buds of Mary for all, grade, higher education, PhD in my divine free Will

Berries, nuts, BBQ’d dead meat, jerky and leftover anserine for the cats and dogs of the wars

Minced the rest for the pancakes, prisoners of peace breaking bread with prisoners of battles

Missing limbs, missing minds to the shell-shock of mothers of all bombs & their kinfolk debt

But in the end, as above, so below, you weren’t here before & won’t be after, special effect.

‘Crazy on me & you’ mixes into the elixir of Valhalla where Viking & VI queen meet for Ends

Before it began it was always going to end, inevitable as Earth’s spins & revolution sins’ bends

Allow introductions because nobody gets out of this life alive, know the unknown as yourself

Piles of trials presented & resolved, soft, sweet, she’s my glass of wine, “I” bloods on a shelf.

Drunk on bloody alcohol, operated as a good surgeon would, cuttin’ & stitchin’ for the One

Spirit wants health and no pain, it’s arranged by the Karma measure, do unto others is fun

Getting the happiness emanating out of the mean & evil ones is better than being all spent

Survival havin’ fun, keepin’ our bones free to roam, letters from gaol or prison, never sent.

Better than all of the rest, I never lie except when lives depend on my words, then I’m One

Weaver of blind faith beliefs as if God things really happened, as above, so below, it’s done

Speakin’ and singin’ right from the heart, beats every second, every minute, every day too

Asleep at the wheel, on the way to work, I fell asleep, I crashed into a tree, Fuck, I’m Blue!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, IX-XX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Gilded this piece of work, Pulitzer material while jammin’ in a loop to @BlakeShelton  #HONEYBEE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA?si=1BjwtSGeeSO0XkLZ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?