PAGLIACCI'S SPRINGSTEEN SIGNAL A FULL HAIL MARY, JESUS LEFT CHICAGO & JOSEPH IS THE JOJO OF THE MOJO HOLY SPIRIT ROCKIN' GHOSTS

PAGLIACCI'S PEACHES

QUANTUM PHYSICS - MASTER FREQUENCY SCORE 0 TO 0

center of the universal blueprint

Built by the lowest forms of life, a cell of RNA's source for forms of DNA protocol

In or out of the thing called the main frequency, quantum field is deeply ingrained

In the flow, like a river being sucked into the oceans & sea, the resonance is dead

Unable to avoid the air that gets sucked into my lungs, I can't hold my bad breath.

Wisdom behind the knowledge is silent sound, frequency & wavelength of the One

Insider unknown, heaven has arrived inside the mindfulness found between ears

Safe is broken and the jewels are exposed to the world, invisible to eyes of fears

Calm as the needs are fulfilled and there is nothing left over after the finality, a son.

Holy ghosts merge into the original sin, being the Oneness of Gold, matter atoms

Peaches made into a cosmic pie, the crust of the form is round, sliced for bums

On the ends of the beginning, it's too true to be true, incredible words show skips

Like a scratch on a vinyl Long Playing (LP) record, it repeats ad infinitum, it flips.

Mark this down, there are tricks to the magic, you got a truck, I got a jet, it's logic

Death remains in the distance at the edge of deep Space, divine intel or it's tragic

Nobody gets out of here alive, not even the1st nor the last one to be fooled by me

Words in predication for explanation & final deduction of synchronicity spells to see.

State is both Oneness and the Many, dimensional Time of the Past & Future test

Programs created & destroyed by the robots who know how to rock & roll the best

Cyberspace everywhere, the unknown occult is the whole Truth & nothing but, y'all

Fine or wickedly crooked, the game is chess & it ends in a draw or a mated king.

I know nothing like the German soldier, Sgt Schultz, yet I know it all in quantum tic

Underground in a box or spared the confinement by exploding into smithereens, sic

Pumped heart, jump up and down for the ecstasy, a gospel of John, stranger of lust

Said something in greek or latin, maybe hebrew but all in all, the gist is we're Dust.

Word was God, Word made flesh, a sound, a sight, a feeling of exploding atoms

Leftover from a Big Bang of Everything atomic, before that Bang, it was the hissing

Mixed and sorted into categories only a genius might decipher, the ignorance vets

It's peculiar that you are unknown, hence open your gate of wisdom & all the rest.

Word became flesh & dwelt among us, poor as a hobo in 2027, walkin' on foot

Bears & horses on four legs, only man & monkey with 2 arms & 2 legs, in a boot

It's all about the H2O, only on this Earth mother, old ignorant men laugh at Truth

Look for it & deny when it's here and now, a lamb of God will be dead, forsoothe.

It is you, it is I, all of us, even those who can't fathom the thing itself, we are One

Spirit is the whole shebang, before the Bang, Nothing was all of it, the fix is in

Helter Skelter on steroids and speed, over and over in the whole shebang, son

Get your Spirit in it's original shape and form, it's alright now, baby it's mortal sin.

Dream of a bass guitar, a lead & a rhythm axe, the wind & cymbals packin' .357s

Chances are things will change with or without you being on the planet, probable

Ghosts play guitars with teeth, tweekin' the E's, F's, G's, B's & A's of the D's notes

There's a pit in the peach, nobody knows it's the RNA of the fruit, it flies & floats.

From underneath the dirt, the burnt-out ash of the Big Bang's result, it's what I am

What you are, I don't know, probable figment of an overactive, divinity's imagination

Come on to me, meaning you want to have discourse or intercourse, all happy ends

To the mama & papa who still surf the SoCal waves in Malibu, give it up, my friends.

Pretend that reality is your presence on planet Earth, out nothing you came, I bet

Fresh egg & flagellate, punched you in the face, broke your nose, you ain't dead yet

From a field of dreams into a real thing, a oneness of existence, apes' form all them

Brought all you had, it's all expended & the wheel revolves still off of a chrome hem.

Streaming on the picture tube, electronics & dynamic monopolies have no origins

Women and the men they made from their holy wombs, some lived, all died in skin

Burnt into ash or buried with an empty corpse underground, all are invisible & holy

All you are, all that I am, fill the void with the winter, summer, autumn & The Fall.

Darker than black in a period, a dot on the matrix, a ghosted chimera finds a signal

It shines & looks like a blinding light out of nowhere, it sounds like silence too, Pal

Regardless of your personal opinion, subjective and objective in predication, in fear

A finale fit for a queen & king of an equation, that Energy equals, squaring matter.

Once, a sound came out of nowhere, get on the bed, I'll whip your ass, la little Kidd

The things themselves should never have become all that there is on Earth, I did

Better off dead but not if you'll be eaten by the carnivores, only by the planet's play

Loathing the Freedom, meaning it's business as usual, live & die in the city of L.A.

I shouldn't let one or many suck your soul dry, you die if it happens to you, die free

No payment of soul's actions while alive, just absence of light, Time & Space bongo

Down under or above and beyond, a zillion parsecs devoid of atoms, tragic comedy

Seriously, amigas & amigos who roamed before our conceptions, much to be, see?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Samadhi, ROCKTOBER Xth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Chipped this out of the sandTrap while jammin' to #BackToTheGoodOlDays by @BigSMO link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=bxn9glXrD90NkBJt & @CoreyCrowder on youTube link @  & @MontgomeryGentry #SheCoudn'tChangeMe @ https://youtu.be/W3_jbjrCJSM?si=jwlFZaFuX5q9BUqx }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ROCKTOBER 6TH, BLOWN SUPEREGO #SheChangedHerMindWhenSheCouldntChangeMe #WhenTheSunGoesDownHot #SheFuckinHatesMe @PuddleOfMud

HEARD IT ON THE 'X'

Y'all may be right and I might be wrong or worse yet crazy as a loon, if indeed there's that

Then this Earth's existence may be a shot in the dark, whether alien or divine, the God shat

Upon us all and then left us high and dry, after the 12 packs there was just an empty bottle

Of the Jack or Seagrams, I held up my heart and soul for a ransom of infinity, full throttle.

Pecking order ass was clear, I was last but not least, hung over and hard up, for the duration

Kicked in the teeth like a leftover cadaver that can't return the blow, high IQ in full dissolution

Brought the goods form the bad and the ugly, they won't last more than a banjo pickin' mof'er

Pins stuck in the effigy, just a voodoo doll from the backwood Ozarks and southern Mississippi.

Doom in the trunk and the 396 cc's got ahead of me & the front end flipped backward, turn it off

I'd be the 1st one to find your hide in the hidden backwood of the brush, hidin' from the whoopin'

Books read made no matter at all, I can spell & read & make a million bucks in a minute of flippin'

Bring it all on like there ain't no tomorrow, no regrets & never a reprimand from the original sins.

My pine and spruce aftershave had to let it all be, close shave and out by the shorthairs, lucky to be

On the flipside, it's all dead air, there's a hit on one side, it's playin' in perpetuity, all perpendicular T

Gods moved, dead air flowed form the dimension to the heavenly bodies, but why, hillbilly deluxe

A little or a lot of homegrown, buds from the trees bigger than 7 feet tall, stank like the pol cat flux.

Nevermore for the rest of the time you spend here and there upon the dirty roads of Earth planet

Quiet and the noise that it cancels out is all there is, outer space is deeper than the Dark starlet

Hillbillies stirrin' it all up in the menudo, loud or louder than a deaf man can hear, in dead silence

Hair standin' up with the howl of the coyotes and wolves, shots from the 30:06 crackin' the fence.

Marvelous mavericks and the ilk that drove their parents to break-up & call it quits, you cried & died

For the love of might, the doctors and nurses can't come in or out of the room, the radiation is gamma

Green or infrared, the light heals and it executes the droppin' of dimes, while God cages the elephants

Pretty little things comin' one by one, from teens to the eighties, no rest for the wicked, it's nonsense.

Rest for the wicked, eyes closed for good, it was a fighting ghost, wanted my life for free, but he paid

All he had I took & sucked it into the mouths I had to feed, no holding back anymore, I wish I could

I won't sugarcoat the Truth, it's the nature of the beast, to eat everything & shat it out next thing laid

Made the kids with mouths to feed, starvin' and thirsty for the filler of the wicked, rest or unrest, dead.

Need a little lovin' and there it is everywhere around you, from Bambi to Carolina's kissin' in the dark

Home or away, I win every game because the rules can be broken only when I'm playin' in the park

Fishin' or swimmin' with the A-holes, it will end when it's time, six, three, four, five, seven, eight-nine

Late for the party but not too old to get the leftovers tucked into their beds, to dream or not to dream.

The deal is a 52-card pickup, just like the other games, you win some & lose more than not, it's 7-11

My time is up, there's not a moment left to drink in anymore pain, suffering or pleasure and bull dung

Lie to me, lied to you, it's nothing but the Truth, zero knowledge of the whole shebang, it's made-men

They know what they know, takin' it with them to the graveyards, 7 continents of living 'til neck hung.

On being you, well now, I report and you decide, so special like your mama & papa told you, you worm

Break the mold, broken down all 208 bones over 75 or just past the conception of an egg's verve sperm

Whoopin' a man's ass sometimes is all you can do, they don't listen to you or their mama or papa, good

Suntans and burns of the skin organ, makes it all worthwhile, feeling water, air & Space's suck mood.

Sweet concoctions as smooth as molasses goin' down the gullet like it's supposed to, one, two & down

Medicine for the ill-informed is the wisdom & knowledge gleaned from here within these old frowns

Beaten up and victorious in the finale, scars and tattoos for me in the pictures flickering on a movie

Run the complete film form beginning to the repetition's loud sound, become as One, the quiet finale.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER 6th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' ad infinitum to #DrinkALittleDrink #SmokeALittleSmoke by @EricChurch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XxWjtWONuGc?si=eNZVCdSB8bvpyvje }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SACKS OF SCOUNDRELS ARE THE ORPHANS HATED BY THE BREEDING KINFOLK

KINETIC POTENTIAL

Too large to be smaller than a dot, a period's ending finale, caput

No morons or idiots left over from the full complement of despots

Keeping track of filling in the blanks to come up with a logic adz

A tool to be racked up on the wall with the other one's good bads.

Fell out or jumped out, either way the fall ends in a smash, broke

No way to stay alive with no brain and mind, heart and soul yoke

Afterlife isn't a life at all, you know it, I know it, we're all aware

Matter of Time in Space comes out of nothing & returns in there.

Peace adjustment to War is a momentary lapse of reason canard

Supposed to regroup for the final big bang on the way, it's hard

To realize that Life so good will disappear with history, the self-it

No more pictures, no sound, no taste or smell, nothing to touch it.

Deep pockets between your teeth to allow decay to eat the gums

Throwback to the empty skull, without eyes, lips or a brain bum

Just hangs around until all hands on deck is mustered, then gone

So, knowing is nothing more than a wild guess at the outcome-on.

Pitch a tent at your grave, wait for the rising of the sons & fillies

Not even a wisp of wind, not a fallen leaf or a cricket chirp flies

In and out of gathered faithful who mourn their own demise too

Using the imagery to fill in the "X" unknown, empty of the Blue.

Epic yet ordinary, all in the eyes of the beholder, an aI simulcast

Subjective truth is the objective of the premises syllogism bust

Hieroglyphics or Old English, the same thing is the same old one

Higher and higher than a rocket ship flies into the ether, my son.

Remember all facts of life, nobody said what they were, so I can't

Maybe you've guessed that this is an exercise in futility, godscent

Mirror images of the apes and first seeds of the bush & oak trees

That was all there should have been, atoms split it all in threes.

Dance or sit stone silent, brain dead or locked in prison cell cubes

Alpha & Omega push the limit of wisdom & knowledge to rubes

They produce the inferior products that their DNA throws up in

Matter & Energy in Time & Space, misanthropes rule a nut bin.

Holy or sacred, the infidels strike the gong to obliterate the core

Why we're here & now, where's the ones who left, some to come

Artwork of the designer of Oz, a wizard, yet all too human dumb

Walk the run, all will fall before our finish line's breached, scum.

No special creation of the creator due to loneliness or compassion

What you saw was what you got, 208 bones, 600-840 muscle-skin

Thrown out of my father's house at 19, joined the Force or Corps

Now over 69, it's 50 years of eyes-wide-open, bird & bee forces.

Clothes cover-up the naked shapes of fat & bones, boots o'er feet

Still the species returns the favor & reproduces the same old scat

Until the atoms all split or fuse, the game is on, it's 24/7/365 bait

To stay in tune with the melodies and in sync with lyric excrete.

Money comes and goes, like old gold, used to pony-up for the best

When it's gone, it's borrowed, it's spent, it's owed & it's interest

Question everything, get the answers & fill in the blanks all over

Amend pure Truth, Life is short, Life is better than Nothing ever.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-30-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while recovering from gamma ray beams flashing before my masked-up face & blinded eyes; while jammin' to @OsborneBrothers #ShootMeStraight in loop link on youTube @https://youtu.be/fUv3J4PVsyk?si=AFS2z1SXJa3vcFUG }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Zeitgeist Kicked In The Cabasa With No Warning Alive or not, I shall return! SANTANA & SKYNYRD & STAPLETON & WAR @KipMoore

NOW & THEN WHEN IT'S LATER THAN YOU'D THINK

Now and then you'd say if you can't recall or your dream has ended the game

Of men, mice, rats, roaches, fireflies & mosquitos that all get the trash name

On every occasion, from the origin to the finale, it all ends in a Singularity low

Deep within the Void, where I am & you'll someday be, watch a mind, you bow.

Pray or curse, you're the judge & the jury, you're guilty of the petty crime pill

Swallowed the hook, the line and the sinker with a gulp, caught in the crossfire

As above, so below, it was & is what this will always be, astronauts' roadkill

Not only because the creator loves the creation, but also, just for the fire's Hell.

Named and categorized as the substance, the full monty of the devil's food cake

I ate a piece, I gagged on the chocolate and vanilla, frosted sugar was really fake

Gold and silver mines are all that's left of the lead and slag of the holy mines' roll

A big bang's leftover mother of all bombs, a planetary monopoly of a holier soul.

Prisoners of war trippin' in and out of the portal, Time's & Space's ilk, mama milk

Hit you right where it hurts, I chose transformation & y'all chose neglect and silk

Performance on a world stage, conception to annhilation of self or all others frown

Who breathe the gas in & out of their groovy lungs, to huff, puff & blow it down.

Whether you've been alive & died or you've never been conceived or still born

In every single case there are no exceptions to the rules, kings & queens die too

Eating a mouse or dying like a rat, either way, the bait's in the trap, blow a horn

Vermin & human existence is a direct result of random recombinant DNA, blue.

Loving it or hating it, either way you'll fly higher than the stratosphere, the finale

Stage empties, the curtains fall & there's no encore, drop the 'mic' & y'all will see

SuperIntelligence, it ain't artificial, it's the way that's narrow & full of the dead air

Bloody or not, the End of artificial intelligence, artificial news, nobody will care.

Simulating the stimulation of the nervous system, the dead people are 208 bones

Each and every one of the boys and girls, rich or poor, mortals with the i-phones

Tough as nails that secure the wood & plastic we've gleaned off the dirty planet

We all know & will all discover, the memory of you & I are phantom's god-ette.

Punks and junkies resulted from the good, the bad & of course the ugly as a sin

To whom it may concern, scan your head and annhilate the growth of my kin

Folks who do nothing are related to the folks who do everything for The Wraith

Question everything to discover naked zeroes, the void keeps the unknown safe.

I have your gods locked up in the sanctuary, within the chalice of bloody wine

You & I as ignorant as Adam & Eve if there ever were such beings, so I'm told

Freedom and slavery merely the tones of existence while the planet spins fine

Wobbles and revolves, germs and invisible spirits in the whole shebang's fold.

Last yank of air into your lungs, can't be retained for a minute or ten seconds

They infuse the cadaver with the formaldyhyde & expect comments of the sons

Daughters' mothers get excited for the species' survival, it's the ticket to paradise

I have two, you have none, you want mine, I won't give up the ghost, Surprised!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 9-29-MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Crafted in effigy, the tumor has left the room, silencio!  In one ear & out of the other, The Game has begun & it will roll over while jammin' to the BEST of Lynyrd Skynrd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OnvyizaG6aE?si=TIyTaDWbjeNQcUwI }

F.I.N.I.S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SPECIFICALLY SPECIES DNA MUTATES TIME DIMENSIONS IN THE PLETHORA'S SINGULARITY; HEY MAN, YOU GOT ANY BREAD OR AMBROSIA? SAVE YOUR BOX TOPS & ROT YOUR TEETH OUT TOO!

FEELING THE THOUGHTS, THINKING IN-TOUCH

In the dire straits' still of the night, I spied the end of my world, all my own

I left your world behind me, yes all of y'all, blisters on your fingers & thumb

Now with the faggots without the jet airplanes, life as a ghost is a hot i-phone

In communicado but usually not runnin' commando for modesty sake, chum.

Hick of the month  proceeds to party right there in front of the kings & queens

Interjections highlight the propositional logic, deducing the truth from white lies

They know what they know and nobody else knows what that might be, X-scenes

Figures agreed upon drawing of a line or groups of lines without order, by & byes.

In the beginning of the first light making you cry like a baby does, can't handle it

Disappointment overwealms the soul, makes your whole world crumble to scat

Maybe if you didn't jump in with your heart & soul, you might not fall in a hole

Next time keep your eyes wide open & never lose your bloody mind to a hip pole.

Hearing yourself when you speak yields not only the rattle & hum but also, you

In the hole it echoes until the sound is incomprehensible, then it vanishes in blue

Songs written & sung, repeat ad infinitum, until memorized by heart, nonchalant

It's either some chocolate or vanilla fudge to be tasted & swallowed heaven sent.

Nothing you nor I can do, nobody can do anything at all about it, it's what It did

Never before or repeating the same thing over & over, ad infinitum, end finished

Travel north to south, east to west & vice versa, subjected to nouns & predicates

Until you're dead & gone, it's how it all goes, you've nothing to do with the fates.

You surrogate mother programmed our existence's essence, you always knew, I see

It took seven decades to recollect the nature of this beast within, orphan of Mother

Earth brought me into the world & Ma took me out of it, just a wee lad, oh my Gee

Matter and the energy mix put our feet at the start & the finish, on way or another.

Annointed by the holy guys and gals who attribute life to the unseen, invisible

In Truth and blind Faith, attributes assigned to a ghosted chimera, wanderer too

Gone from star to star, makin' things from Nothing & leaving for the coastal hell

Blink 182 times or not, you'll fall asleep before too long, God will ring your bell.

Death comes too soon, Life came unexpected but it was addictive as crank & coke

Ways and means to spend the breathing in and out, masticating & swallowing swill

Fruits of the vines & nuts of the trees pulled you into the eat no life's animal kill

Who eats liver & thinks that it's a clean organ when it filters what nobody can toke.

Right of the left-hand is the whole shebang in a bucket, full pail to kick the can

Fools in the control of every action that needs the puppet strings in eyes of a fan

Command all actions through sound of magic spells, boys & girls have no choice

Laughing and aloof, not aware it's their fate comin' for retribution for being boys.

Eve's girls were the empty vessels hangin' on strings & the corners of heavy traffic

Adam's boys were less than zero on the number scale, a fraction of negative oness

Traffic stopped for the choo-choo train, guard rails were down, red lights blinkin'

Known destiny, feelin' & thinkin' for unknown fates of the livin', dyin' & smilin'.

by

R J J  STEPHAN, I

c.  September 3rd 2026 Anno Domini (Happy Birthday Mama Salvatrese Maria Alfano-Stephan nee 1923)

{ God intervened & caused amnesia in all Life on Earth, left blind faith as a present for the ones who know that, "Timing isn't One thing, Timing is Everything!" }

I MET HER IN CHURCH

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheGoodOl'Days #BigSmo #UpInSmokeLowRider #CheechUndChong #Stones #Eagles #SmashMouth

WE ONLY GET WHAT WE GAVE 

TO THE GRAVE

In the beginning of Even Stephan, as it will always be in the future of the whirl

My significant other keeps the method of my madness at one, avoiding the swirl

Nothing stopping the full throttle acceleration of the diesel-powered A-Train trek

It's a world at present that honors the dirt & gold left after the Big Bang of a dick.

Absentee fathers have never been the accepted species' enhancer, they come n' go

From one end of the spectrum to another, all absentee padres had battleaxe madres

Not their personal fault, it's just the way balls bounced, to coin an unholy phrase

Talkin' about the Freedom & Revolution in this Time of consciousness' low blow.

Much ado about everything the sun shines upon, outside of the caves in the hills

You'll be happy or sad to know, philosophy of existence in a holy nutshell of shills

Beating congos and drums to the rhythm of the bass & guitars, marracas, my son

But also & not only this & that yet nevermore to be or not to be, a good question.

Drunk on feeling alive, to avoid the dead rhythm of the skin & bones is copacetic

As I am, so y'all are in conception's shock to a phantom cosmic, "The End" kick

You deserve nothing since you've made no deal with anyone but your kid inside

Your parents whether they knew it or not, were obligated & responsible but died.

Playing the game from the biginning to the end is the whole cosmic egg yolk

 Babies to the elders who've seen it all but forgot half of it all, like the kinfolk

All of the friends & enemies who knew you & forgot everything about you too

Love or just a passing feeling of sharing oneness trying to come alive to a fool.

Hung it all out to dry so the painting's colors blended together in the hut of bliss

Hundreds of shades of light & dark, to inhale & ingest with the rhythm & beats

Reprieve nothing close to an original advantage of being omnipotent, front seats

At a moving picture show, the play on the stage of a mind-game of that and this.

Fruits were the original sin, just sweet apples in the desert of creative demigods

To be or not to see, hear, smell, taste or touch the atomic storm of DNA hotrods

Talking inherited bull scat in unintelligible, symbolic reference to 5 senses' scat

Wise men took care of the ignorant with thinking that Life was too short & fat.

Playing the music, melodies and beats to face it head on, never on the backstroke

Never behind an eight-ball or left feeling poor, being unchosen, left behind a bloke

Whispering as if anyone knows what your hot air is blowin' but you can't stop it all

Dream is over before you'll even know that 'it' was all a figment of a Void's balls.

Calling you & yours out to the front of the altar of this sacrifice of scars & tattoos

What I mean by what I say is clear, you've been HAD, I was HAD, off the booze

Clear & presently never in danger again with my eyes wide-open to see behind me

Where I came from & where I'm goin' for me to know, you'll maybe find out free.

by

r j j  stephan i

c.  Vendredi, August XIVth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @@ 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this nutshell to expose the prime mover while jammin' to @Santana LIVE #Supernatural concert  https://youtu.be/UffLNP-s2xQ?si=5jHEIcmWaXlF79WO }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HB431WSN

"MY TOMES OF WORD," LINK above or below "what it is"

#CRITICALmass @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder @VanMorrison #ThePhilosophersStone #ThingsHaveChanged @BobbyDylan @EricClapton #Springsteen #TheNewRadicals @KidRock #COWBOY #SmellinBBQpigAMileAway #BBQ

AT ONE,

 MY BROTHER  AL

ALLEN ROBERT STEPHAN  R.I.P.

C O W B O Y  R E A L  M C C O Y  @KidRock

83 Million Views  "NothingDoneNiceAndEasy"  @TinaTurner

ZERO MINUS ZERO 

IS THE POINT

If and only if you know what you know, then & only then you'll know you know

Even it up at the final ending, the finale shows up regardless of the monkey-will

Only the 1st in the series of the whole set survives the final reckoning, only you

I saw that girl walkin' by after she got out of her motorcar, the @MGB was blue.

I knew what I knew, that was little or nothing, then I fell asleep for 45 years, gone

Sitting back for the recollection of the Time in Space, I forgot all of the good times

Glory Days for real, as they'll always be, but they always pass you by, it was all fun

Raining or sunny days all counted, we were gone, we came back for the party, hon!

Grandmas wouldn't know me, grandpas would disown me, they couldn't fathom it

One of their own off shoots from the DNA collaboration between Heaven & Earth

Love was one of the ways on the forked path, the other inconsolable, daddy's hate

One shot or 41 shots, nothing kills the living more than once in a bloody river fate.

God, divine intervention with the blood all out of the thing itself, no comeback chit

Skin full of the air and watered bones' meat, muscles & sinews, a banana to split

I forgot about it since that was your mantra, "Just forget about it!" then I got shot

Right through a worried man's heart, one to the head finalize a ride in a mud plot.

I believe what I don't know for certain, we're all gonna die, for food or ash in Urn

You know it, I know it, all of the dead knew it before the final curtain felt the burn

Mamas & papas gone back to Chicago & Cleveland, downtown turned dim-witted

Still, your cousins and distant relatives from the other 6 continents, undersea dead.

Bums & Junkies get the breaks because they know more than geniuses who mock

You're higher than most 24/7 since it's beyond your control, it's The Way you cope

If you don't want the last huff & puff comin' from your declined mental, THC dope

Filled in the blanks in your mind & body, psycho-gumbo to Louisiana's noose rope.

Under the yellow submarine that can't be fathomed, sightless & dancin' in the dark

Crips' blood & Bloods' crapshoot, for the cash & immunity from being you, a lark

Pills swallowed, serums injected from the Void-Matrix, keep you as honest as me

I rock & roll even when locked up & I'm dreamin' that Life is gonna go to the sea.

Knowledge and Wisdom taught to the minions, disregarded by the Evil left in Sin

Bygones will be & always were the forgotten rhythm & blues that we cheated In

Out is the only way to go away from breathing in & out, ingested home of the free

Out of control in that caravan you've immersed within, I blame gods, they're Me.

Holy beyond Mama Earth's deterioration, Galactic Pizza moves mouth to anal, sis

Putting a foot in front of the other, pole to pole & around the dirty circumference

Down to the center's mud, blood & beer, we edge toward Vallhalla's worldly bizz

Cocaine and the addiction you get, let's y'all bleed out with or without the dunce.

Brought a knife to a gunfight, all of my 12 moves, complete the matrix' so hard

Nothing will melt the carbonite, nobody knows what the Truth is, left One bard

To be or not to be, a question with the answer to come, when least expected, son

Believe blindly, you won't ever get it all back, Life from egg to corpse, good fun.

Imagine the launch away from Earth in a ship full of the gas to move or to blow

Escaping the gravitational collapse of this star, called Sun, for honey and Sonny

Fate already done gone, it's history of the hysteria, a divine squirt of seminal Ego

Weird or a copasetic event will begin, climax of the organ into a Cosmic Soupy.

Beasts of Burden carry the loads for the weak and lazy, it's the mortally sinning

Meaning that mortal is a sack of 208 bones, some lived & died, some never sang

Aborted by God or a female human, it's a happening of Magic tricks in a tophat

Pretty or ugly, it's a matter of taste with no shoes on our feet, we'll get misery-fat.

Bad smoke comin' in and out of your face, it's higher than the lowlights, neon too

Gaslighting your mother & father, brothers & sisters, walked for miles being blue

Can't share the Truth with any other souls, it's part of the deal, an Art gone rogue

Yound or old, lust comes in every form from liquid, to solid, to gas in a hot fugue.

Hum & feel the beats gone to the center of Earth, nothing else matters if it ever did

Need and want what is there, reality with eyes-wide-open is your karma's evil skid

Got down and went up higher than I was when my tattoos appeared in red & blue

I nearly believed all of the grotesque hype behind the liar's screed, now, I'm fly too.

It all grew out of the one-celled amoeba & paramecia which preserved a Big Bang

Inside of the impervious atmospheric pressure the ignition began, I drank the Tang

Forever and then another day of the grind, wobbling & revolving as a six-gun cock

Triggered before it's time, extinction was programmed into the RNA blues' block.

Fry the living and eat the hot, smokin' things themselves, gas for the ebb & flow

Wild things and tame, corraled monsters who just kill Life, to eat it with a wife

Shindigs or private parties get the most from the Illiyad & the Oddessy road kill

I wrote it, you read it, believe the deceit, this ain't an angel's dream, it's my will.

Not too blind to see it all in a New York minute, faster than the furiosity of God

Outran records of Time & Space, sucking and blowing the oxygen's original sin

It's the bite that hurts before the burden sets in, never notice you died in heaven

Needed it and wanted it but never got it, hence, death succumbs bread unleaven.

Mine is dark but full of the diamonds and dust, all there is in the Void's vacuum

Floyd may have been pink but the rockin' fire sucked up all the hot flames, son

Lookin' in the reflection of surface water, had an idea to mirror the fiberglasses

On the hunt, hungry and thirsty from dawn to dusk, dreaming I miss the passes.

Party line used & abused for no rational reason, no conclusion deduced in dust

Cosmic from the star called Sun, in empty Space, astronauts verified, it's unjust

Baked and eliminated with the verve of a hungry monster that haunts The Ends

Every one of the top cans of brains, goes dusty in the hoodoo of Homo Sapiens.

I know what you know & of course, you know nothing as I do, it's all academic

Whether you're 74 or 75 years older than the 1st day you saw this holy scat static

It's this way and the only way it can be, belief blind without proof, We Are One

Many move the world, more than the Many, One is the essence of substance, son.

Have I said too much?  Have you been edified for a moment, or will you die also?

Comprehended, yes?  Say no more, nothing else left over in the E=mC2 cold brew

My swing-shift is over, I heard the whistle blow, it's time for the graveyard crew

Words from A to Z manipulate the rolling stones to fall down to Hades' hell, bro.

Moody and all alone at the drive-in movie, sitting and watching the popcorn fall

Down the side of the seat, in back of the stick shift, 4 on the floor with a Hearst

Slick roads got me killed, my sled slid off of a dead man's curve, I was a fireball

Bottom of the valley, our night moves, lipstick on a pig, make-up on a corpse test.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 2nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0900 AMPST

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It is what it is in totality’s plethora, subject-predicate objects both present futures to realize

Of course, you’ll want to be present under the silvery moon or pitch-black skies, in disguise
I can say no to anything at all, even what I ought to be affirmative about, the cat that smells
Far out on a limb with my best friend, Jelly Roll who died one day without notice, dead lead.

Turned it all into gold, just a planetary effulgence of what’s left over from the Big Bang’s ID
Jaws dropped, now or later, it never matters a bit, I’m not gonna lie, I ne’er lie y’all can see
Of course, you have no idea that your life is but a dream while you row the boat so gently on
Downstream following the current down to the sea, for the love of might, y’all wake up, son.

Pricking the unholy ne’er-do-wells, provided by welfare for loose mothers and daughters
You know and I know that liars will disagree only ‘cause they’ve no choice but to defend chit
If you comprehend aches & pains of waking life, aware that no pain means y’all are mothers
RIP then but not a moment before on hard roads up the middle, daddio, nearly all brothers.

Rumors and the propaganda that emerge from the sewers & hall odor of colleges of stank
By the way, bye the by or by the buy, in any case the philosopher’s stone has precedence
You don’t know what nobody else knows, join the club, it’s everybody not dead yet, it’s us
Conditionally, that you’re waiting for the End of Life to come, no pain or gain, no free rents.

Fools and their parents who conceived them from literal scratch, all will meet here or below
Up above the mountaintops, only 8 miles high above the fertile ground of being in the flow
There’s some “thing” to know about, it’s not a secret, but it’s ignored, yet it’s embedded on
My tattoos and scars all over from It, head to toe, bruised, stitched, healed like a freshman.

I got the jolly roger and the knives all sharp as the day they dropped from the blacksmith
No question of the poke, slice, cut and chop features of the thing as it was meant to be
Just like everything else in the cosmic reality we’ve all agreed upon as normal, it’s all dead
Don’t shoot the messenger because the keyboard is too hot to handle, get over it, he said.

If you can stay locked into the proximity of the perimeter, you’ll be focused here, now
Nothing is more important than knowing it all before your death, accept wisdom, blow
All in your head or a plethora outside your mental perception, either way it’s A Thing
Naming it with a sound everyone agrees upon as a reference to the identical O-ring.

My father is now in heaven with my mother; have injected the venom into my origin egg
No responsibility or obligation for the intentional conception, anticlimactic Irish Jig
On the plane, below or above it all, in every case, it ain’t there when you’re gone away
Don’t take my word for it, you’ll see & when you do, don’t worry about it at all that day.

There are unfortunate consequences for living without arranging your own after death
Like afterbirth, it must be consumed by the host & shared to the ether of the minions
I can’t joke, I kid you not, as an old amigo used to retort to an unbelievable kit of scat
You know fear, your parents abandoned you after the teens, crashed into it, God spat.

Fault and obligation are a display of Life on Earth, an accident of a god being bored
Gravity and centrifugal force due to a counter-revolutionary orbit about a white glow
That’s ALL folks and no offense to the clergy and ministers of the blind faith of a Lord
Of rings or of a cluster of minions, a Lord of something or other, all above and below.

Come on and reach out to touch me, just like every other human being, it’s skin & bone
Nothing more or less than a container for the heart pumping the blood, it’s in a rune
From papa’s liturgy onto a finish line, nothing’s more important than wisdom, ain’t so bad
Before Earth was created from a Big Bang, there was this here & that there, thanks, dad!

When I disrespected this world, my father overruled, respect for all there is, God’s concept
Deep spirit understanding of what the Unknown is & deeper than human language, accept
What #Disclosure means exactly, are the ones who came before us returning to the roost
If not, what the hell is up with the imagination, making fiction your mother drillin’ truth.

In gold we trust, the dead, wise-guys from all continents left a legacy of soul power trees
Written on the cave-walls both above and below the ocean water, axis shifts 15 degrees
Survivors of the natural holocausts & overall neglect of the civilized folk, we caused it, a lot
Elected or not, whether POTUS or dictator-czar of, by and for the people, it’s all we all got.

Coming in loud and clear at the ending, the finale when the curtains begin to close tight
Ready though for a final bow and an encore of unexpected joy to the world, ad infinitum
Happiness walking down the street, all it takes is the intent and ability to fend off scum
You know scum will come, like it or not, souls roam for mischief & envy, I say “I’ll fight!”

If I can recall a few of the gems & tidbits of wisdom from my father, I shall share ‘em all
“Did you do your homework, Richie?” “Yeah, pop, I got a final tomorrow.” “Good boy!”
Smacked me NEVER; he was the best man on Earth I’ve ever met, there were many yet
He was indeed The Best Man, paid my way in gold & silver to get here & now, all on a bet.

Winning is everything, it’s all there is because losing isn’t an option for the survivor of It
Heavens’ dogs and planets’ gods, ruptured the fabric of Time’s Past, morphed to hear it
Songs with melodies and beats to hear in our heads as if we’re hooked up to orchestras
Allowing happiness to elevate to a climax without intent, an orgasm without an egg fuss.

You know, and I know that all she really wants to do is dance, like she does, with a backbeat
She knows the way of the shake, rattle & roll, just dance like there ain’t no tomorrow, yeah
There might not be a tomorrow, you gotta get down when you’ve got the groove on afoot
Phineas Bluster was his name, all you need to know is he’s a dummy, nothing like @Groot.

In general, and in particular, this isn’t the 1st time I got to Earth & forgot life was accidental
Keep your eyes peeled, so to speak; if you’re mute & deaf, use the blinded eyes in your head
God linked you to the matrix, like it or not, you have no free will in that respect, that’s Killer
Meaning the very best that could have happened, advantage & opportunity yields the filler.

What I am or what? You just need a bottle of wine & flush cash for some thrills, it’s so funny
Bringing home the Butternut bread as it’s always been since day 1 as I broke out the bunny
Playboy or priest, nobody could tell from all faces that changed with haircuts, until the zoos
Never stop growing like fingernails on a corpse, coffin, woke after a while, Howard Hughes.

Pray that there’s no God, no gods who left this created lump of mud to the dogs, we’re them
No need to look at your reflection, you are who you feel like you are, grab the old mojo too
Up for grabs, telling stories that may or not be true, nobody calls the bluffs, it’s alright now
Video in your recollection, fell in love & fell out when it died, torpedo is stuck in the aft bow.

by
r j j stephan i
c. Dimanche, July 5th MMXXVI Anno Domini 111 PMPT

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