@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

#GILGAMESH #JailBreak #Inkydo

THE PHILOSOPHER STONER

who CANT BUST A CHESS MOVE

  { get your own line & pole )

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charged positive and negative ions between neutrons of electronic excitement OG

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by

r j j stephan, i

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

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

HOWDY DOODY & BUFFALO BILL

#KillTheLights #RememberTheFirstTime? #PoofOfDeath #Meatloaf #AC/DC @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker

VIRUS THAT DISAPPEARS

UPON ARRIVAL

For the final offer that no human being could ever refuse from the first to last woman fears

You’ll exist as an immortal during Time, eternity and infinity as above, borrow to barter, man

It’s a profitable way to earn your keep, Other People’s Money or OPM’s just ‘cause you can

Payback the loan with interest before a due date, well prior to that by five or six long years.

Kool-Ade drunk to the limit, people allow what their parents programmed them to accept

Grape or cherry-ade were my personal choices until I weened off of the sugar brew concept

After too many years of cavities and rotten roots due to evil maintenance, I have bridges

To cover gaps where I have nothing but air to the mandible gums, simple sinister pitches.

As young as an embryo or as old as a pre-cadaverous set of mammalian skeletal remains

Equations of inequality between you and I due to the nature of being alive on a spun rock

No need to cast aspersions to your friends and foes who share this dream within a dream

Imagine you’re completely full of that which you’ve eaten the last few days of cyberstream.

Just as music goes into one ear or another and comes out one or the other into creativity

Blood flows from top to bottom of the capillaries and arteries and veins in a finite cycle

Only so many beats each muscle can absorb, it is a Valentine heart inside a ribs’ cage

To protect the heart & holy soul-spirit that animates the RNA/DNA complex simplicity.

Feeling human, not too human but just enough to realize you’re on the way to old OZ

Wherever that imaginary joint is that has the Big Guy in the sky, nirvana, heaven above

Once the virus consumes anything available that doesn’t destroy it, the RNA of Love

Find out anything in the secret annals of the occult aliens, a clown tent full of Bozos.

Breaking into the safe places that aren’t as safe as they were last century, masses die

Causes of the effects don’t matter any longer, the fecal matter happens below the sky

Nothing at all you will recall the day after y’all kick the bucket, & I mean nothing at all

Pretty perfect in ultraviolet blue and infrared crimson stripes & 50 stars will never fall.

Drinking and smoking until there’s nothing remaining to imbibe or toke, the way it is

If you conserve items you consume, some vagabond will steal it when you look away

Then you’ll both conserve and share with strangers who never pay back anything at all

How can you believe what isn’t true & pretend that it isn’t a proverbial white lie display?

Easy, gullible morons eat wild mushrooms with blind faith in nature’s ambivalence to us

It will kill you, but you won’t be hungry any longer, back in line of the pecking order fuss

Grow so weary of roaming Earth without a resting place that can’t be seen by private eyes

In a final blow, a finale comes like it or not, it’s inevitable so expect it, all gone gods’ lies.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #AmericanMade by @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eHGfmpXlhFk?si=_BDlfrdBbzL7fyga }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?