#WhichWayIsUp #ItsLikeThat & #ThatsTheWayItIs #RunDMC

WORD UP YOURS

Breakin’ it all down to the brass tacks which don’t stand a chance with needle nose pliers

Ruling out nobody in any world, no planet in any solar system, known or unknown as an “X”

Schism within an inner circle of decision-makers, Earth-animators of folks, places & things

Settle for nothing but the Truth without the help of gods or divine intervention of holy Zeus.

Bone matter unburied & analyzed for anthropology departments of state & private colleges

Gods do not ever return to the planet Earth since they’ve never been here to begin with, so

All of the theoretical extrapolation leaves naked apes, some beautiful & others not so much

Higher than a deep root of grass growing wherever it uses photosynthesis on the down low.

Defying gravity with strength to multiply cells’ reproduction & a flow of chlorophyl up/down

Putting words in my mouth as animals other than humans do eat grasslands Man smokes

Saw the light, blind eyes still can’t focus without squinting to distort the astigmatic blokes

On my face, it appears that I need spectacles, indeed I do & they’re here next to my iPhone.

Big or tiny, all hot dots are periods & we’re lucky to see them, identify them & use them too

Hurry your own self along the timeline from this recent Past through Presence’s Future goo

Cosmic as above, so it is below, ask anyone who died & was either buried or cremated ash

Impressed easily by rational use of propositional logic to secure Morse code, dot dot dash.

Through the tiny bullseye of the target at a hundred fifty-five yards, skilled Marxman ex-GI

Not just Joe but Jimmy & Ronnie & Chuckie & Sonny, all used to move, now they’d just die

Eyes wide open except when asleep, then only one eye stays open & awake, ready to go

Free choice allows avoidance of disappointment & faithlessness in paradise’s glory hole.

I walked and I ran until I couldn’t move any more then it was just a matter of time, I’d go

Above the ground to below it, I’m sure everyone hated to see me go forever, I’m so certain

No doubt my billion bucks had nothing to do with my happiness, I fell in love with my soul

Knowledge of this awareness is the penultimate achievement of searching for loathing sin.

Blisters on the backside of both of my feet, soft and slow like a porch swing in the shade

Singing & writing about the nature of the beast within and without me, sprayin’ hot @Raid

All I done did was beg for another expression of treble & bass of the deep, down in the sea

Imagine nothing more than a naked woman, a dream come true for you, for me it’s reality.

Goons and duplicitous idiots a7 morons, there but for the grace of God go, me myself & I

We all act simultaneously in Jazz and Progressive Rock, Blues junk in the trunk, empty sky

It yanks the spirit from the seat of your consciousness with no replacement for herb scones

Bones and blood from microscopic strands of acid, hatch the egg roe and bury holy bones.

Yelled loud enough to echo in a wide-open space, I lost my vision and audio to the stardust

No signature on the masterpiece but there’s a god’s chance someone like me let it go bust

Ashes sorted out the gold from the silt in the pan, a river full of it mixed in the water and fire

Breathing it all in & blowing it all out, ad infinitum staying dry lungs, clear of a funeral pyre.

Berries in bushes, apples and oranges on trees beckoning the attention I’ve sported in Ny

The fix is in and nobody knows it except for me, no sense telling anyone for any reason at all

No need to know exactly which method I’m using for this invention of boredom, big mouth

All before you & I were conceived, a river wasn’t a thought, yet it flowed a la north to south.

Born in mud, blood & barroom floor beer but it was better than miscarrying an aborted Man

Words creating the entire world and left in the hands of only God knows what, maybe squat

Light and the dark move the yin and yang both ways, clockwise and reverse of the Time Out

On the brink of betting on the Word Up, all in with all I have, supernatural spell fixed a bout.

An uppercut and a right cross before the knock-out punch to the solar plexus, it killed him

Dead to you & me, dead to the entire world because it was a dream that had a sweet finale

Reincarnate or wake-up call from being in a coma, wanted precedence over free will skin

Doubt remains moot, stop the air, stop the revolution, the holy revolution will now begin.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, January VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero back in 1950, now it has the light of day, drafted while jammin’ to @Steppenwulf #BornToBeWild (my first LP album back in 1968) }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AlexanderTheGreat & @Aristotle  #RidingDirtyInMuddyWater

#FigmentedImagination #BabyWhat'dISayAnyways #witchcraft #Gog & #Magog

IT’S ALL SPINNING TIME & SPACE,

THINK WITCHCRAFT OR YOU WON’T SURVIVE

All a Gog is where it’s been for generations of subatomic particle fusion & you got me?

That dry dream you had last night was the dream that faded to black for the last screed

The wrap of the film is in the can, absorbing the immersion of the hope-dream of a blog

All or most of the little bits that are leftovers from the Big Bang return to the Alpha cog.

Area is the full length of the empty form times the width of the flip side of the empty form

Pretend you know it all, as your teachers trained you that way, hook up a squirmin’ worm

Full of all scat whipped up from cream of the crop, y’all seem full of its aggressive entities

Miss Takes has it all under control, nothing escapes the idiots & morons full of hot CBDs.

I know where you’re comin’ from, same time and place I’m from, the neighborhood of God

Everything single atom conglomerated into a voice of Empty-Void denizens, a red, hot bod

Complexity of the memory before your conception is the history of the animals’ blood guts

From absolutely nothing but a sheer ghost, sounds and sights suck into your bloody buts.

Kicked the mule in the head just like the idiot and moron got kicked by random intercourse

Phraseology begins with subjective objections, cliche predication to summon a cool nurse

Together or separated at the original breath of whirling, speed of the revolving door kills me

First your toe, then your foot and your whole leg up to your hips cut off like a slice of salami.

Woke up, the dream faded to a recollection I can’t recall, senseless memory in utero holes

Why did the parents need to copulate? They were forced like ants & bees, RNA coded souls

High or low, above or below the things themselves, forms and matter fused into a low dose

Of glee and destitute hopelessness, nothing is unknown, I know it all, everything is A Rose.

Saved or not, once corpus dillecti sinks into the 208 bones, the corpse returns to the Voids

Imagine the reality of going around in circles, revolving around a torrid, burning God of boys

Allowed the screams of childbirth to become immersed in clothes of silk & wool, all my son

Foothills walked up & down The Hill, a highway #49 north or south of a holier Mason-Dixon.

Brimming to the rim to the point of overflowing the effulgence into infinity, wide-open space

Dead or alive, behind bars or in a metal tube can, underground or knife-slashed, happy face

Realm of divinity out of touch, out of reach, out of a rational mind, Nothingness’ divine dye

Blackness absorbed into dust between tiny bytes of golden fleece, the lead turns blue sky.

Big Bang is a Silent Gasp in retrospect, Unknown is all about the rigor mortis’ leftover deal

Happy or not on Earth or in Heaven or Hell, either way as it was, it will be with no return cell

Real or artificial things are mental disorders of the pretentious fodder, gulp don’t swallow it

A bit of sugar helps the medicine go down, all doses to die for, like it or not, doomed to S#it.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XXVI^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST

{  Reality & Illusion merge to produce Space between Reality & Illusion, what you are & what you’ll be, first to final gasp of gas, Nothing but God, open funk’s junk in the trunk generated via screamin’ groans, licked boots I walked inside of, deep scat, all me, I AM, @stephan. Jacked this little ditty up while jammin’ to @Elvis #HITS nobody heard on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q7Z1SMP3z74?si=ABr8wGtpy5MW_IZ1  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ElviS

sTRANGER things?

GODDESS' #420 ALLOTMENT FOOD STAMP PROGRAM EXODUS #ComeOverBaby @ChristinaAguillar #PortillosHotDogs420

WITHOUT OR WITH EVERYTHING ON IT 

Kill the lights and I’ll take care of the rest of the whole shebang, a clear dark hole

Fire down there in the hole, way down at the uttermost echelon of the smoke pits

Rising above the grave allotted to you & I, maybe above the urn or bag of dust bits

Rattle and hum as the vibration leaves the essence of what echo it left in your soul.

Hens and roosters resume it all every morning, matter and energy moving 24 ticks

Duration of a drone in neutral mode, out of synch with a digital orbit of cyberspace

Disintegrate after you’ve read all of the words over all of our heads, alien philosophy

Talking scat-speaking, no alpha or beta waves in the mix, from land to the blue sea.

Fear you and loathe me because I fear you, it’s self-loathing in a beautiful way, I say

As if that’s a possible world where it can survive the less than fit loathing every day

Remains to be seen, moving on from the conundrum without a solution, I’ll see & call

I’ve got a royal flush & you don’t have four aces, nothing’s wild, All the gold, I win it all!

Worth more than a penny from heaven, 16th POTUS retired billions of One cents’ copper

Made the inside and outside appear exactly alike, the difference is that one is more dapper

Outside is appearance of the thing itself, container of the inner sanctum effulgence in flux

Hard or soft to be rocked in the cradle of love with or without the skin & bones of dark lux.

Somebody to be a fool of another, speculation of the nature of beasts and their predators

Raw live killed and bled out to be burnt nearly into leather, cut into bits, masticated cores

Fission of the atoms in utero ready to implode and explode into smithereens’ tidbit “X”’s

No “Y”’s smithereens until they merge, intersect the acid in subatomic mix, big as Texas.

The topless bars wouldn’t work at all if everyone wasn’t so excited by a naked human form

It’s All the way that the species has survived, dancing provocatively to get knocked up too

Poor males way too young to comprehend a reason for their over-the-top malfunction zoo

Cradle of love is rockin’ back & forth, to and fro, as above so below, First Form was a Worm.

Ends come after the beginnings, logic and reason allow comprehension and assimilation blow

Pretend that you’ll live forever, that this life you experience is not temporal, not temporary so

It’s a permanent marker of breathing and moving in and out of trouble, be like a volcano flow

Nothing can stop the scalding hot effulgence but the freezing cold ocean-sea, God Earth Go!

You and I will get what we deserve or we’ll escape the danger before our karma gets a return

Always in debt for the nature of the created beast is bestowed the free will to choose all evil

Even the good as it is may be a mere illusion, that everybody knows must be rocked in cradles

Life will not be pretty without performing the creator’s responsibility, A bombs droppin’ hells.

Lack of love, pain and suffering & a ball and chain to heavy to carry another yard, MVP zeroed

Curfew honored, slept through the darkness’ 8 hours of pitch black, dreamt of birds that crowed

Easy rollin’ on a slippery slope, there’s what all goes in vain, shakin’ & rattlin’ all above I try to fly

Some girls and boys never get it, never win, the rest salute the trip, drop some kids & up & die.

Existentially metaphysical without being aware of the exercise in futility, on the A-Train at the L

Beat me up on the corner because I trusted the humanity to behave as I would, they did not, so

Left the neighborhood, went on to hide in the karate dojos of my trippin’ around here, job blow

No fools ever settled all scores, I win 1 to Nothing, anyway, it’s O & 2, batter-up, y’all go to hell!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, November 14^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while loopin’ #CradleOfLoveRock  @billyIdol link @ https://youtu.be/NCZuYS-9qaw?si=zn-raAD4r8r4CzAm }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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.?

#RIP @HulkHogan @StaplesSingers @ArethaFranklin #RESPECTyourselves

r i p  @HulkHogan

BROTHER

DAUGHTERS OF BASTARDS' nightmares

Matter collides into a glob of atoms which have no names, think it’s all there is to It

Nobody knows Truth, innocents have nobody to produce guilty pleasures’ hit skit

Cause and Effect of the things that live & die without a reason, God to alt-crucify

Hence, we’ll self-flagellate until one final gasp, you’ll know the time, hot apple pie.

Pine cones' smoke above and hard rocks below lakes & rivers, dry-wet rain-pain roots

Nothing more nor less than everything from infinity & your mama, wore combat boots

I knew nothing before & I’ll know nothing after rigor mortis sets in, I fly high, hope so

I hate PC crashing, burning, returning to a junk yard of bones, ancestor-progeny flow.

Nothing you can fly in, zip scat you can cruise in, footloose within your mind, got the hots

Time I told, numbers counted, letters used to spell words, sentences' best seller called shots

Flow along a grooved-out red dirt & gold stone, American River to Eureka ore, carotid shelf

All blown out of a Big Bang or special creation of divinity nothing better to do with Life itself.

It is highly probable  you’ll follow my logic from premises to deduction, it’s indubitable too

Knowledge of anything is impossible, wise to practice a philosophy of life, hot witch’s brew

Kids go from zygote through elder adulthood dream-immortality, soul survivor God’s way

Nobody knows if it’s true because you lied, I always told the truth, music’s incredible all day.

Wizard had magic spells to last a century & then some, hard to be rock, that rhythm & blues

Man & woman promulgate 1 sin of Adam & Eve or whomever rocked the boat, rockin' stew

Hit you in the brain’s recollection of being mesmerized by female aliens, posin' too human

They were all more than a totality product of insemination or were they blurred lines' skin.

Below 0, 32 degrees Fahrenheit & lungs seize, brain freeze, frozen cadaver, all the same

Before all the folks mated, we were nowhere & wound up where we started, claim to fame

Epitaph typed, etched, carved in my above-ground granite, all that’s left, finale man, yeah?

Yet it’s the only way to go, always has been & will always be, lucky you got 1 shot, I'll say.

Only you know like I know sisters & brothers, none of this is our call gang of jets & rooks

Whether you were evil to the bone & the soul or just a poor, inept dupe, didn’t fit in a box

Absolute Truth ala Life on Earth's a happy ending, exact opposite of 1 Big Bang, dust of rocks

Orgasmic climax of a nervous system payoff for flubing to assist evolutionary fools of a box.

When I was 18 yo, freshman year of college, learned from Jersey boys slang, “Get Bent”, so

It went on and on for decades after that, after a 5th decade there were signs I flew like a crow

Every day I woke up while I was living in a dream within a dream, knew the gist's  royal scam

I began descended from Man & I'll fade away from civilization's homo sapiens on the lam.

Loving human beings who don’t live up the hill because they destroy everything live & well

It’s the yang of yin, a necessary condition of a black hole we’re not in but all systems are go

Points of the lines, angles & forms of abstract, two, three & four dimensional imaginary shell

Completed inequality in a return to a cosmic scatter, God ain’t chit, #TheSchitz, yoyo Moe!

War mongers begot products of egg pods, alien UFO’s can’t cause accidental human rat races

Seasick caused by peristaltic fluctuations of brain waves, dark-white shades' blank pale faces

Born through mother’s legs, she got pretty angry about a suffering mode morning sick spins

From there, the stars were the limit, five more after me, father found how an immortal sins.

Forgiveness to all who can’t be One in Time, due to pride's prejudice separation God's dead

See a rainbow’s kaleidoscope of hues, plethora of purple’s break, blue, green, yellow, infrared

Highness & lowness caught in between forces of good, bad & ugly random myths & secret set

Friends lived & died without a clue as to why they said Sunday prayers for original sin debt.

Fiddlesticks & pick-ups giving up the best signals to an inquiring mind, spin on yo' mama

Females of species from all forms of anaerobic life on Earth, planetary longevity yo’ papa

Nothing personal but without a full compliment of intell, success is a mission to ring a bell 

You can’t see what I mean, understand what you mean, playin’ balls' universal rules, Hell.

Destruction of Creation is the explosion progress & process of cosmic expansion, It's Time

Space’s sun, Our Star's burning too hot to handle, like the only one I need, wrapped in gold

Sublime, she sucks into her magical power & spells that drive my compulsion rocked-rolled

No desire for anything else, names on tombstones, #BentShapedSkinBone stop on a dime.

In love first until the corpse occurs before you knew it was possible, old Love or it's Nothing

Get what you get, more than you deserve if taking karma into account, Hell’s bells got a ring

Daughters & their sons waiting to see what’s happening to hating & children in dire straits

Inside hearts & souls, cardiac arrest & burning sulfur suckin’ souls, bowels of some ol’ rats.

Onward from a place in Space you are, right here & now to a place you’ll be in the next effect

First Cause on autopilot with you, commander-in-chief, blowin’ midnight confession wreck

Steady on the rudder, full speed ahead, all on autopilot as I  say before it happens, all magic

I can’t see or hear you at all, obviously can’t trace subliminal scents nor tastes of comedy, sic.

Watchin' clocks, sundial moves the same, shadows you can let in, win, place & show rag time

Races around in counterclockwise circles, but why? Try another way, steer to the right fine

Cribs with no possible probabilities of bottom feeders & angelic spirits without skin or bone

Dyin’ in California, got in a box, burrowed under a fool’s gold, California dream, Love alone.

Packed the dead & the rest that’s left alive to thrive in my backpack, deep pockets, 120 proof

In the mood to animate a thing you have inside, Time & Space collide high atop a thatch roof

Silence, no sound or beats, reason or rhyme, zero less zero leaves a Void hole in love with Ga

My tranquility I offer y’all, smile at a wake's funeral, in the cool of the evening, a Lady Gaga!

Knowledge unknown, secret wisdom classified, For Your Eyes Only, pull the trigger's scam

Blind faith in getting something for naught, an act of being ready to be extinct ala ignorance

Although you, & I are not responsible for the result, you’re cause of the effect, bytes & RAM

Admit it, take responsibility, it’s your fault after all, Hollywood to Norway, a stone romance.

Ended, in fire or ice, no sound, no sight, smelling, tasting & touching  coward Space, It, God

Or it’s Nothing, either way it’s complete metaphysics with subjects & predicates of hot Mud

Waiting for the spin & the roll, fallin’ down, gravity to the grave, eaten into a rich, hot goo

Forensics of Matter, fire, ice & canons, fire a 99 gun salute to fly pilots, Black Ice’s sky blue.

by

r j j stephan i

c.  Dimanche, July 27, 2025 @ 0202 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TimeLifePresentsThe60s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HOAuDP6Dabw?si=iLF92UQfegpIvJpu }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?