#AfraidItsAllBeenWastedTIME #AutumnLeavesFall

ROLLIN’ SEVENS FOR LOVE & HOLY SPITE, IT IS DONE

There’s a duel in progress with a new kid in town, he’s just dropped in today to Parlez-vous 
Everybody loves a holy don Juan, hopeless romantic except the ex-mates all in checkmate 
Pioneers and their descendants who fall into the black hole live in the all new millennium 
Trade for the best player on the blockchain of the matrix, winning is everything, a lump sum. 

Pouring nuts out the shells once they’ve been heated to 200 degrees above subzero temps 
Liquid RNA & DNA of the branches, roots and truckloads of scat that fell off the back of trucks 
Not bad for the ones who didn’t invest their gold in the cargo, but the gold must be recovered 
Coming or going in one way or another can be the downfall of the perps, predictable phuqs. 

I don’t mean to cast aspersions but as long as I’ve broken the ice, I’ve got more on the way 
Subjects and predicates from the annals I’ve recalled and the subsequent application display 
On my iPhone or my Android, maybe my tablet or my PC, in every case, I predict it’s all OK 
Respond with the Enter key if there’s any chance you can, only you & I will know our D-day. 

Marked words in command or not, there is only one way to get to the stars, that’s to die high 
Or low but steady as you us grok to finish the dangling modifiers leftover by the dead doggies 
Neighbors of mine were the owners of the canine crews down by seven bridge’s pie in the sky 
Played the chords & both treble and bass produced the exit strategy to refrain from the boggy. 

Blind faith all 24/7 of every week in every month, every year, every decade of mama’s placenta 
Some animals eat a leftover sack of loving feed in a bag, some let nurse annihilate it’s DNA/RNA 
Hits and misses on the money when the bull’s eye gets the points of the dart works, thoughts? 
Nobody cares about the game, rules be damned, you wanna bet me that I’ll win the hustle too? 

Film at eleven just like the news at five, it all comes back around and around until the road ends 
Dead end or invisible portal into another twilight zone just like this one was, step by step ascent 
Fire above and ice below the thing itself, such as it is, all words mock the looks of future friends 
Accidents ahead and behind your bloody mask, spell desperado & you’ve got all that God sent.

Beats I’ve walked back as a volunteer champion of protection of innocent and frail folks 
All in all, the free pain and the hunger are all worth the effort to feel the Good & evil live 
Brooms for the sweep, lasers for the disintegration, presence in practice’s pepsin-cokes 
Only you know & I know not only the Truth but also the pretend scenario about the origin. 

I rode barbwire fences, ready to roll, like right now, I did not mean to hurt y’all, yet that I did 
Desperate desperado, I am what I am, always was before I knew you, I’ll bet the goat’s a kid 
Cops and robbers, good cop, bad cop, thief in a dyslexic meltdown of the rocks & the stones 
Haymakers droppin’ like raindrops in a storm, fighting & winning, swallowin’ some corn pone. 

Fixed the Hotshots to rig the game in my favor, straight shooter can’t lose to the crooked eyed 
Complicated when you put a drink in my hand, targets get to be drifting to and fro, Jack’d up 
I’ll get a bead on it though, give me another drink first, steady’s my hand, my eye blinkin’ tie 
Fooled my own self, both the joker and the fool hard for a man to do, superman got too high. 

Thrown down with the other dogs who spell god backwards, incomprehensible as hot ice 
Melted and evaporated outside or dehydrated inside, cons are the pros who eat long rice 
Meltdowns in the reactors allow the bulletproof mud to disintegrate like kryptonite light 
Bled out and dead without turning black and blue, hero or traitor in a smash-soul fist fight. 

Jack Daniels all gone now, empty bottle black label, #49 & down to the river with my bones 
Chattanooga or up-country Georgetown, Tennessee to California, it’s Gold in the hills’ stones 
Don’t shine in rock form, yellow shine, need an ice cold beer, something about a truck & kiss 
Gonna make the ring that she’ll wear while we mate & propagate to the middle finger hiss. 

Mentioned the birds and the bees, as a natural element of being alive & needing ecstasy 
In song or just a thought that counts it’s the Truth, my ice needs more Jack whiskey, Missy 
Sweet dreams begin tonight, we’ll be knockin’ reboots, me & you because we have to, too 
Weekends just the one Saturday night, fun and sweet feelings, last call for home, woohoo!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, July VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 
{ Jammed jammin’ to #TATTOOS @MontgomeryGengtry in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T37UqfkmuY8?si=CMoGf_kZFL4-sQls & #TennesseeWhiskey @ChrisStapleton link @
https://youtube.com/shorts/qL8SbgWxtb4?si=PXVx_pnjRVwnqi2f }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

Dimanche Munch @AC/DC concert 1977 @Nickelback

FREAKS ON THE STREAKIN' STREETS

*****00000#00000*****

All bottoms are up as the top goes down when the heat puts your cardio under arrest

Eyes not necessarily wide open but there's hope on the horizon, it may be vain, alas

There's no news therefore it's all old data streams of humanity's sheer idiocy, maybe

If not idiots then the only other option is the full set of morons & miscreant dead sea.

Fill her up higher than full until it overflows into the gutter where brave men fear to go

It's gigabytes bigger than the both of us so if you could trust me for a moment, it'll flow

Upstream where the trophy fish bite the lures and bait of mankind, rubber wader Zen

Truth is you catch and release the trophies, hoping they'll fight your arms once again.

Conclusion follows the premises whether rational, logical, reasonable or not, afterbirth

Last sound, last word before you kiss your mama goodnight, I love you ma, just kiddin'

Face slap/tap & a good night my boy from Ma, that was like the theme of Rare Earth

Slow down, movin' faster than 80 in a 55 so, continue for a fine & wreckless driving sin.

Ferocious cats and snakes or rabid beasts of prey continue the life line survive & thrive

On or off of the MRI scanner the radiation records anomalys in the field of focus alive

You know like I know things that others don't know, some will never know yet, we will

On your mark, set, one for the money & two for the show, three to get ready & 4 to GO!

Obscene or sacred rites to conjure the ghosts who come in the form of leftist Marxist

Doing the philosophical colloquium in Sicily's old town was the ticket, die the hardest

Sentenced to death by jumping off a cliff, tried to fly before I hit the ground running

As I suspected the soul & angel became One, my preflight was only my basic training.

Flight mode for the hunt and the air fight for dominance of the victor's nest, so high

Upper atmosphere in the stratosphere, the air's thin but the breathers are mighty

Freaks of nature, a genetic aberration of random, recombinant genes, necessary bull

A condition preceding and forgiving trespasses against us & our kin, the Void & Null.

 

Steel and basket balls rolling and bowling the pins down into the gutters with hobos

All there ever was after high school and college was the promise to breathe in blues

When the ending comes, you won't be warned, you'll just be dead & gone mortal sins

Blinded by faith in the afterlife light out of this world, underground, earthly coffins.

Here is perfect and here is the opposite imperfect, yin and yang of the Zen koan line:

You say One word up now:  A thought I think I'll bow to: Dog God kneeled cuttin'

I believe in nothing I can't know for certain, uncertainty principles buried in a mine

Way down deep inside the love, the heart's inner sanctum, if & only if God is, I'm All in.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 303 PMPST

{ Kracked this out the noggin' in twenty minutes with nothing better to do than to listen to AC/DC @ 10-27-1977 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LeVAHvuCpdQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DilbertCheck #RichGirl @RichGirl

A PHONY MALONEY, sabre rattle

Pawns find the easiest way to an inevitable end of its board life @Ankh checks

Knights, bishops, rooks cover the holy castle for a royal welcome, aw shucks

Down shift into the sleep mode… happy, busy, sleepy dream, hold it up Sam

Flower children & hippies of rock & beatniks of rhythm & blues bat chit slam.

Data you need to grow the plants & raise the herds & flocks of animal cookies

Limit your tick tock around the clock & replace it with the fallback plan, peace

Sue the pants off of the powers that be for allowing the whole Truth to be told

At the university & the college of Plato’s & Aristotle’s gods out of Man’s world.

Ring around the roses but please don’t plant daisies in the garden of Eden

An original sin might result without a simple man’s lion out of the cave den

No safe space on any of the seven continents, so sorry got a tongue in cheek

Morons & idiots planned this, the species extinction program of The Bleak.

Breathe in & breathe out is all you can do, you’ll know when you’re chokin’

You and the rest of the herd got away with it all, meaning & justice Teaching

Which witch or warlock has the magic to protect the species’ RNA, oh I see

It’s terrifying & a horrifying college prank, your poison drink, philosophy.

Supreme and extreme on the Timeline of a birth to bone death, stillborn soul

Astonish your test tube parents, they could not inseminate their eggs, yet I am

One’s all there is, what you are beyond dead 208 bones is a sandwich of ham

Brutal truth, follow me, lights out, that’s it, caput, it’s over Sonny, Overglow.

Perfection inside of the empty, bitter end, no sunshine, moonshine in no jug

All holy Worry imagined immediately disappears, no saving souls, less a thug

We’re all in the same boat, a dark hole, behavior excused in the end, I’ll believe

That is the Blind Faith, the antidote to certain extinction of the species, grieve!

Wonderful as everything is to many, to One who is everything, do not be Matter

Energy is just recognition that You are Not what It Is, kneel and genuflect to her

Gravity is the Grave, you’re gonna go down if you like it or not, not allowed haven

Crusade for a phony Maloney holy grail, in a finale, it’s over, curtains, at One Zen.

Bugs and what’s left post extinction of the species of hominid due to the Wars

Not meant to kill themselves, the defect was built in extinction of all but the One

Nothing but Space’s Void of Time anywhere else, no Mulligans in cosmic soup

Don’t shoot the messenger, heed the creed, a phony Maloney, a Chitown loop.

by

rjjstephan, i

c. Jeudi, III-II-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Oral and anal beyond the gravity in a song about gravity, drafted in utero while jammin’ to Mayer @ https://youtu.be/7VBex8zbDRs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SheepleForSaleByThePound #NothingIsOnTheGround #SearchinForMiraculousENDS @VanMorrison @CarlosSantana

 

SWIM KID MOLLY, RESCUE SEARCH FOR THE MIRACULOUS

If only you knew what I knew when I didn't know that I knew the Unknown

Then you would have avoided my error riddled last judgement, reap & sewn

Seeds of the modified DNA evolved from microscopic, organic matter forms

Afraid that the fear of the unknown is for a good reason, pancosmic worms.

For the last time in Space and Time's alloted dose of gas interchange, all life

Detained the conscious brokers of life & death, the gloom of evil, living doom

Sum of the dividends are either a wet dream or an infinitessimal nightmare ID

Can't touch or smell anything that I can't taste or see, i hope you hear all of it.

In the invisible jungle, only I know how to tango out the side of my glance fit

Moving the unmoved power from eternal rest to the rumblin', tumblin' schit

Rolled downhill from the volcanos tot he bottom of the sea bed, water is gone

Did a fandango tango in a black hole's Space, God is dead, Singularity's alone.

Drinkin' the Kool-Ade until you turn more pale than white ghosts in a machine

Fine photons caught by the gravity of graves, kryptonite crypt, X-ray destiny

Underground or underneath the liquid hydrogen-oxygen menudo, humanity

Gone nowhere. reaching out to a subatomic emotional rescue, all souls' scene.

There is no need to say anything, say no more about this thing itself, I am hip

Comin' undone once again when I was certain I was uncertain, so on the money

Meaning that if I'd have bet I'd have won the cash of losers, against the house

Nobody wins it all for long, it'll get lost or spent maybe as silent as a mouse.

Not crazy in my head, no loco soul runnin' my bones, as above so below I said

It is what it is & if it ain't then it's the only thing that ain't what it is, it's a fact

Can't make this up, it's so obvious that it's all about mortality & power of One

Ego on fire doling out powers to people, colored singularity archangelic son.

By and by, someday we'll know it all, do the right thing, skip the wrongs dear

Air between us all & our graves or ash containers, someday we'll know we fell

Ready to set and go from the start to the finish lines, I win fair and square y'all

Just because I'm superior to the inferior talent, it's not my fault, I'm a winner.

Sour grapes & other sweet fruit that enters our faces from birth to death too

Everything a matter of rules for playing games of survival and selfless trials

My radio is blasting, I'm ridin' in circles downtown in the heights, all smiles

Those were the olden days, all gone now over 60 years ago, all got me blue.

Something somewhere didn't have a cause, something has always been alive

DNA comes from other DNA, DNA doesn't appear in the moon's black magic

Natural to be unnatural in a supernatural but it must be done, forever & sick

Black Molly holy Singularity, Time's a Doom temple's outerspace deep dive.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XVth, MMXXII at 808 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @VanMorrison #TupeloHoney & GREATEST HITS @ https://youtu.be/OvVn_PQMAFc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ChinaGroveOrBusted @DoobieBrothers

KNOW THE WOKE CAN'T SCORE, EXTINCTION TRIP IS SET IN STONEROCK

So, enough of bone bad system's equity of equations, Calculus of Man, gram mind bend

Seriously woke without dreaming, as wide awake as a newborn babe out the holy womb

Bless the mothers whose labor brought all senses in flight, a search of One's sublime end

Only the beginning could get you here, I'm already gone but present to sweep the room.

Alright for the last time in Space, all of the other times were dress rehearsals to see skin

Red, black or blue, maybe yellow or albino white, all ontop of 208 bones, all the same In

With the light from direct sunlight and artificial atom ignition, the seeds bloom to weeds

In humungus fingers, Pocololo being alive to be hung upside down to cure higher needs.

Relief from the ennui and most importantly the feeling of excruciating torture of my will

To be or not to be was always the two options, from seven to seventy, god sent me a bill

Conception, gestation, birth, nurtured by nature, fittest to survive, in defensive offense

Humanity doesn't share identical ethical values of Life & Death, as above, so below ants.

Give me a minute alone with your hidden being that you forgot was deep inside of you

No joke, it's an exercise in futility to object to the serious request, your true Self screw

I've got the Phillips and the Flats to get the metal down tight, nevermore to detach it

Together it stands and if divided it will certainly fall & deteriorate into microscopit shyt.

You don't know like I know this, Nothing is more important than being awake in a dream

Dr. Zeus and Mr. PotatoHead have gone fishing for the rest of the century, it's the Ateam

I'm the head, you're the head, we're all the head of the thing I'm referring to, nonsense

Nuts & I voted but votes deemed insufficient, proud boys' coup d'etat, C minus students.

Income puts you out of the red and into the wild blue yonder, the sky's the limit, Space

Time is not a problem since it moves on with or without you, in a dream or #Woke face

In a book of cyberspace or a silent tweet of the twittering birds, in flight or a black hole

Nowhere to fly or to run fromt he predators, hungry for your flesh, blood & holy soul.

Diction comes above the surface and disappears below, still there but silent & stealth

Monkeys see what the others do & they do it too, why?  Immitators of the Void death

Far, far away from here and now, when your own dream of conscious awareness ends

There will be a repository of everything that Nothing has generated & annhilated, Sins.

Atoms don't have rules and regulations but laws of conservation avoid agony and defeat

Eat it or decommission it if it's inedible or else you can't turn your back or get forty winks

Just like your ancestors who survived prior to your presence, killed finks put in the sinks

On the wide open savannah or down in the swamp everglades, hungry, restin' sore feet.

I hit a grounder to third but the ball hit the base and bounced high in the air, out of sight

Left fielder rushin' into the infield ran into the shortstop & second baseman, it's a fight

For the ball, to snatch and throw the stones at the infidels who don't believe white lies

Carpenters in the canyon of rocks and stones, no trees, no bushes, no plants, No Wood!

Now, I woke up with wood but I'm neither messiah nor carpenter, though saved so hard

You find money on the ground, gold buried underground, diamonds & gems hidden in a yard

Being lost like the gospel of a savior who took a powder when he ran out of power, lamb BBQ

Wanting to save the sinners who disobeyed nothing but descended out Adam & Eve, God #Q.

This origin created the entire universe from a Void, literally without gas, no helium or oxygen

Not a wavelength of cosmic proportions nor of infrared nanometers, pretend to be a seer's kin

A distant nephew or great, great, great grandson, prophetic chosen One, who chose the One? 

So, blind faith in a set of propositions which are unprovableI kid philosophies, ignorant son!

Full stop and proceed with caution since you're ready to enter a C section, on of Main & 1st

Sweet love and so sour when it runs out of the sugar, out of the cool, Milky Way star burst

Jelly beans, honey, lemonade & the things I can't tell you about since the things are so void

Pins, needles standing on heads, gravity won't argue, it's the force to force the Force to hold.

I knew you'd always go whereever I went, don't know why my psyche got rank, file & a row

Imagine it was the spirits that moved the things without my paying attention, I need a blow

Wind of the North, a job from down on 1st & Pike, just a rest between the comeback I'll win

Dusted the rest, got an easy one left, I wrote the script, hence, Love?  FORGET it, I'm dreamin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, April XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Drafted to the @RicosFavoritesRadio channel jams of my choice link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/ricos-favorites-radio-693414583/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RedHot #ColdCucumber #BoysBackInTownAdInfinitum #DamOfGods

 TAKE IT PERSONALLY OR YOU'LL REGRET IT, MAYBE...not

With or without the inner and outer worlds, the rest is this amorphous, holy fiction of an OMG

Whether you have the blind faith or the foolproof knowledge of fake wisdom of a Big Bungee

That's no joke man, women seem to be the only way we could have been created on Ma Earth

There's no way above or below this rock of dirty dust that forms of animals, atomic afterbirth.

Read all about it in the library, online or in the biblioteque of mind & matter, loud words of me

Paragraphs of sentences full of meaningful words & phrases signifying Nothing is an Original T

To cross that T & to use it in a sentence is to often speak the Truth about an itty bitty shebang

Blown & sucked, the only two ways to go, in a whisper or in an atomic fusion-fallout gun bang.

Blues and greens on the spectrum of yellows and the Big Red, infrared frying yolks of the dead

Stones and rocks piled up to commemorate some, stolen by maniacs who've never respected

Therefore, untaught they disregard the memory of the dead ones who got us here, ungrateful

As my grandmother, my mother, my sisters and wives all tried to drill me into the infinite's hole.

Mink stoles or gold rings just can't pay it in full, ia never-ending trip in never-neverland, Alice's

Fallen down a wishing well deeper than the core of Earth, at the bottom, mere cheshire fat cats

Wonderland of uncaused effects, unpredictable & nearly an alien to humanity, a ditz on a dime

Texas up to Maine, down to the FLA and back up to a Big Sky to the Emerald Evergreen I rhyme.

Educated & indoctrinated to be or not to be all too human, anomoly of nature, freak DNA chit

Allowed to be a mutation of two absolutely normal parents, luck of a recessive gene draw day

It's just fine though, as everyone who comprehends complexity, natural life & death knows It

It's all here today & gone tomorrow, Uncle Romeo said that, "It could be worse!"  period, eh?

At first, it's a wonderful mystery or it's a sorrowful saga about the fortune of the unfortunate ilk

Humanity of the herds around the Earth's dirt and rock from beach to volcano, alps to everglade

Common knowledge of the freemen who ride the paths of ancestor warriors & difter lemonade

Needing what's desired by everything that multiplies two by two, dreamland of my fathers's ilk.

Certain to roll downhill from the top of the blown out centerfold of a centerfuge's redhot core

I arrived a zillion years after the fact and it's not easy to do, old @Columbo on a jive verse JoJo

You know if you wanna dance with me you gotta get drunk out a wooden cup, do a glass prance

It ain't my fault now and it will never be, it never was by the way, check it out Jack, gotta dance!

Drank it, ate it, smoked it, blew my chances on an inevitable fate of a blown star, supernova Id

Begin without the words, without the thoughts, without the sense of being One with a universe

As it was in the beginning Big Bang, so it will be at the final tic, a Singularity at a Black Hole Hop

More than love and more than heaven and earth can afford, the whole shebang, Evil is Alive.

Backward or forward, the target remains one and the same, avoid pain's uffering, so be happy

All that I am & all that I would ever imagine I could be, I know who the One's been on my turf

Complete love & understanding is impossible, a fact of life, it's special delivery, daddy told me

Sounds of a windy city disappeared, I heard silence of good vibrations, a #BigSur wave to surf.

I've no news because everything is the old mobile to spread the comms, a faith, hope & love

Believe in nothing here and now, it will be all gone tomorrow when you're not here, up above

San Antonio over to Copenhagen, on past & around 2 squashed poles' sevens & elevens hot

Cooled off sparks of the star, bits of One Big Star in a Hollywood sky, call it, singularity, robot.

Got the snake eyes just like the rest of evil snakes in the pit of deep & dark, old blood scabs

Medium to the easy to the hard, it all ends when the pendulum stops swingin' to good times

Last gasp of Tradewinds from north, south, east or west exchanged for a shake, rattle & roll

Of the solar system's twisted revolution of gravitational collapse, a Super Nova, God's troll!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, September 19th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST #GettinStonedWithHuey

{ Jammed while listenin' to @HueyLewisAndTheNews #1989FullConcert link @ https://youtu.be/IwztgcEPnoE?t=840 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SynchronizeWatches #ClockSickTimeNoMore #GoodToGoDown #ChangeNeverneverLand #ThisMEANsWAR #FooFighters #WARtheBand @ChildishGambozo #DMVcounterFooFittin'

 👀@Armstrong_GettyRadioShow👀👂 #YoureAChild💜👌

AVOID SYNCHRONICITY, FAKE TATTOOS, SEX SLAVERY & HOT, EMPTY BLUE SKY

Swimming in the carbohydrates and protein of eating the Self, Earth's divine cannibal's holy food
Forms of plant and animal ready for extinction or survival, eating each other, oh so phuqin' good
Proms are over now, Summer is movin' on to the Fall, you Spring until a too cool, corona Winter
Abused by the oligarch or the monarch in the glass warehouse of sweet leaf's bunk complicater.

Dead humans uneaten, buried or burned skin & bones, most man-organs, except souls departed
Drunk in the back seat of my mother's car, got bit by a shark and a rabid mongoose, sunbathed
Nothing matters any more except that Life has finally reared it's ugly head, it's too short for man
I don't want to live for another minute if I can't be immortally alive forever, what a joke, a scam.

Study freedom and you'll find the sheep going directly over the cliff with the herd of ooga booga
Species specifically animates the good, bad and beautiful, nothing is hideous unless nothing is me
I am hideous both inside & outside of your own conscious awareness, you live & you're gonna die
Truth helps you live your miserable existence like a bug, without effort, being or not being so shy.

Gym shoes for gym rats and just regular poison traps for the rats that roam boxcars in RR yards
To find where the monkeys get their food is the first stop when lookin' for garbage food & birds
Sleepin' in the orange and blue lean-to tents near levees and RR tracks, it's where the riff raff chits
In our air and water, passing along the bacterial infections and CoVid19 virus & it's variant bullIt.

I'm younger than you, I'm older than your mother and your father, much older trolls, deadmen
On deathbeds I laughed before the ends, in each and every case, tilt your moon & it's an omen
Climate changes naturally in a solar system, atrophy by gravitational collapse's infinite expander
A serial fabulist exists in idiot boxes & you listen to neither buffoons' nor a genius' mortal sinner.

Pigs don't talk but I do and I will, lookin' at a pigs face lends no satisfaction to a hopeful life's end
Being sausage or bacon, not to mention organic hodgepodges and the actual feet in a pickle vat
What in good times are we going to do when we're all gone & leave the Many in charge of it all?
We're screwed worse than you've imagined, it's now a stairway to heaven, it looks like all hehl.

Just chill and relax, chillax in the water's straits, your portfolio works without your attention too
Cluster bomb ground 0 & see what's up when fallout reorganizes into a pile of trials with smiles
All in the family, in the middle or at either end of the straight and narrow line, a path azure blue
Cornucopia of dankness, froze bud with or without you, One head to hand, watermelon Styles!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July XVI, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ Rubbed 17 brain cells together whilst listenin' to @HarryStyles #WatermelonSugar on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/E07s5ZYygMg &  @Armstrong_Getty on @kste650AM #Redbone @ChildishGambino on the @TonightShow with @JimmyFallon link @ https://youtu.be/ezbsbkqoRrs }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#AintThatPeculiar @MarvinTheMartian @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

I THINK I'M GONNA CATCH AN INFRARED WAVE, GRANDMA'S GAMMA RAY
Monkeying around with the normal causes and effects as well as the incredible miracles of gods
Who left us all here to fend for ourselves, all we can do is containerize fuel to blow us out of here
About eight miles higher than you ever been, nothing above nor below this here and that there
If you believe in another blinded belief in what's been told and passed on as Truth when it's buds.

Grown in the sand and dirt, treated seeds to the flavors of the spirits of fine essence, a fine wine
It's what happens when I get mine, you get yours then, snatched the holy soul's spirit, now mine
For the sake of the cherry punch and the chocolate and orange flavors of little Mary & Don Juan
Mercy and faith carry you through until nobody you know dies anymore, you figured out the con.

Like a memory of what you dreamt, I'm tellin' you this is a dream, awaken to rice in China's bowl
Inside of the satin cloth surrounding me, it's dark, they closed the top, we're going to a sheer hole
Call it holy if you'd prefer but it's a hole in the ground that you really never want, you crazy EZs
Thrown down deep where Davy Jones moved from uptown Baltic and Mediterranean dead seas.

How many thumbs and big toes do you need?  Four, that's all, then you can slap and kick it y'all
Anything outside of your consciousness which ain't nowhere else but inside your head, it's for real
Nothing that the light shines upon, neither atom nor collection of molecules form my mom's daze
Diamonds for your ears and fingers, who loved you before you knew it?  Rich man, a purple haze.

Surf's up again, my board's waxed, slippin' through the salt between drops of Jupiter's terra ferma
Shaved head & legs to get the hair close to the way of the bald babies, hair's dead cells from Ma
Earth's scum is the almighty divine in the middle of nowhere, there's nothing, hymns I can't sing
I apologize for what I didn't have anything to do with, so sorry I spoiled you, Timing is everything!

Pearly gates ain't there, I was standin' right there in the shadow of cumulus clouds, already gone
Home again, where I was a hundred years ago and where I'll be in another millennia full of bone
Easy to animate flesh and bone when there's a soul, a spirit, a conscious being of ignorant bliss
It's all going to be fine, like it or not, it's all out of humanity's control, lucky to be here, kiss kiss!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  FIVE-FIVE-2021 Anno Domini
{  Jammed listenin' to #KittyKittyBoomBoom @StanLaurel & OliverHardy @Aerosmith #mashup with @RedHotChiliPeppers #ChemicalBrothers link @ https://youtu.be/If9qQ4XgabY }
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W.W.A.R.D.

<3

#GreenLights #ThatsAGO #GoGoGo #GTFOOH #RareEarthBand #ItsAllOverYoFace #TheBoss #Springsteen

TIME OPEN FIRE, FADE SPACEOUT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 26, 2020

---------------- #LostMyMind #NeverAgain -----------------

Casey was at bat and he grounded out to second and got the leading run thrown out at home

There was no other way, had to go home to the place in space that nobody else could assault

Behind the mote and the rocks and stones, drawbridge up exposing the alligators and snakes

None of them men and women can see through the hearts in their eyes, love is NOT IT at All.

Here’s what it is, expectations of more than enough, too much more than a bit of jolly roger

With intrepidation and more angst than a prison full of bank robbing kids in a twilight zone

Rolled & rocked longer than I should have with no reason to go forward or back, albeit none

Seriously folks, findin’ what you’ll also find one day, I cannot describe the realization of bone.

Why you and your mama came here to the fools and dreamers who can’t handle the Truth, I

Utter despair just before the self-realization of the nature of your being’s soul, curve pi’s bell

3.14 or 6.28 or 12.56, it matters only when the pie’s all gone, not a crumb leftover for the rats

Scurry with them, you will see a hierarchy of vermin from king to serf, president to slave cell.

It could have been the ides of March or the showers of April that brought on the reign of rain

Comin’ down like cats & dogs when bullets hit the bones, it’d be curtains then, the play’s over

Captains of the ships and general particulars in the crew of One, merged millions in virus’ ilk

Knowing that the hype is the idiots’ whole argument for stealing our FREEDOM, a valor kill.

Now that you and I know what we should have thought about what we couldn’t live with rosy

Without YOU or the THINGS, without the SPIN and WOBBLE of pain and suffering, so lousy

Torture to be near the Idiot and the Moron who think about the same thing, I am not worthy

Nothing different than being all alone in a deep, dark hole without air, water or land, just me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 26th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Generated from the void in Darkness while listenin’ to 'RARE-EARTH' (I know) I’m Losing You on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hINtx2E6y6s }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#InTheDeeperWater #RubberBandWomen #GettinUpAndDown #ListeninToThePeopleSingin sooo, #WhatAreYouDoin'? #SpreadOut

MY 78’s FLIP AT 33 1/3 OR 45 RPMs

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 15, 2020

--------- OOOOOOHHHHHHH WEEEEEEEEEE ----------

Music plays from speaker wire hooked up to a transmitter, an amplifier of the half notes

Dreams of men and women recollected in the nature of noise, banging and blowing away

The things themselves which know nothing about where they’re at or where they’re goin’

From baby’s diapers and glass or plastic bottles with a #FakeNipple to suck gravity’s sin.

Nothing to see here nor there but still there’s a need, a desire to get nearly impossible dreams

To be or not to be inside of me, at night or day time, all day every day 24/7, foul ball schemes

Comin’ to Buddha, Jesus or Confucius or any Toma, Dickey or Harriet who rocks this world

Beaches to the top of the mountains’ peaks, frozen water clearly BADABING, so God hurled.

Now, lost in the bright light of day in a foreign country’s hostile neighborhood, Time is tight

So, in the middle of the scrum, you’ve got to think faster than the hate-lovers in a tough fight

Love to all of the haters alive right now in the present and to their kin, dead ones & soon to be

Love murders the hate when it runs out of breath, out of gold and silver bloody paths to Me!

I will call you so do not call me, don’t even think about me, forget my name and numbers OK

Needs and wants are all fulfilled with the Words and Clothes that bled out from purple hearts

Wound scars ‘neath skull & bone tattoos from my toes to my nose, yo hey, what HO did I say?

Phraseology gone wild, past status quo’s lost threshold of fear and loathing, loaded fine arts.

I want you and you want me like our mothers and fathers wanted us, hell we were accidents

Kiss moments, vacant mind mode of WTH changes of third eyes’ playgrounds down in Time

Infinite space inside and outside of the thing itself, it walks, it talks, it struggles in the rhyme

In the end, Alpha waves suck it all back into the Beta collapse of mind’s eyes, makes no sense.

Party over here and there, before and after the conscious realization that you’re spores of Ra

All of the many combined return to the cosmic wave that began in a whimper, in fire hot spa

Top of pyramids for sacrifice to live after the death of the heart and mind, pure bull’s feces

Cherished in the Word, the books full of mercy and phrases of intentional deception, 10 cc’s.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 15 mars 2020 Anno Domini de l'année du Seigneur, sur Les Idées de mars à 6 h 66, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ drafted WHILE listenin’ to: Al'Green #TiredOfBeingAlone on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/csZV3w_nscg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?