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BEST KEEP OFF GRASS

It’s all about what’s here and now with or without you, since I can’t reductio ad absurdums

At least not unless the price is right, then I might abuse the words into rational conclusions

Pinstripes to dig upon the uniform or ruffles and tight jeans that kick up the dust of the boys

You know them, other parents’ children who don’t get reigned in from the gangland voices.

Playing the songs that make your heart jump, and your voice begins to rattle & hum the plot

About birds and bees, your mother and father succeeded in their quest for a cosmic maximum

Walking & running around whenever necessary, all I need is a finite, insufficient ad infinitum

Meaning nothing with your smile, other than I made you happy to see me, need a Jose shot.

Eventually after the attraction, the touching and filling in blanks until the kids' come about

Hearts fell, knocked boots many times but not as many as I would have if I had no fake doubt

Preparation for the dealing of the casino’s choice for raking in the House’s take, all of it y’all

Simple minds both inside and outside my own skull, in the end extinction, just a dream bawl.

Bold and shy gold-diggers lookin’ for easy street without paying a dime for an invested nugget

Gold is the remnant of the Big Bang, you now it, I know it, we all just don’t really care, phuqit

Wrong or right is important if you need to get past that first impression, so show your left right

Always whether anyone alive likes it or not, I have no fear of making an error, 6th sense sight.

If you aren’t the cause then you’re the effect, accept responsibility for everything you cause

Children illegitimate or not, a carbon-dioxide thruster as designed by an evolutionary pause

Big Bang to the Tiny Whimper, matter and the forms wound into the shapes of the humane

Legs and arms to help the feet and hands utilize themselves as tools leading to pretty pain.

She knows what a perfect day looks like so she helps me get it from wakin’ up to noddin’ out

I know what I think, therefore I am and it’s not nice to fool mother nature nor the ai unknown

What I want to be is what I already am, hence I succeeded just like findin’ precious goldness

Deep down like close to the core of Earth, where the diamonds lie buried in frozen darkness.

Now then, remember the parties down by the rivers you’ve lived near, from Seattle to Cool

West Coast of the USA is the red solo cup of the gods, I’ve been invited to keggers in school

Party from 8 to 1, then only one place to roll, home to bed, all undercover with Blues on low

First and last, a whiff of air makes an infant cry at first bite, blinded by all the lightening flow.

If you know then you know, that means if you don’t know by now, you’ll probably never know

Y’all! Cash money can’t buy everything but even if that’s true, you can buy a truck and a boat

Good luck, good job, good luck, good credit, good luck, good stuff to ride in and to live in, yet

I’m missing the one who left me in the cold, she took everything I had, drove it away, you bet.

Why I’ll never know that she did it because she believed a rumor & it wasn’t true but worked

She hates me forever now, even if she found out it was a lie, her hate rules her mind, forked

Like a tongue all forked & it means lying through the teeth is natural, two faces of the truth

No matter what they think, all I do is necessary and sufficient in my argument to forsoothe.

You own every step you take on Earth, there’s no feeling sorry for yourself this time around

Karma requires you to even up the pros and cons, so everything turns to nirvana’s ground

Employees and employers fill the functions of intention and power to move matter to a sea

As magic implies, a wish and a magic word or phrase materialize chit that should never be.

Counting and spelling to prove civilized pedigree or something like that, a high class broad

Or upstate and downriver from Mississippi up to Montana, all H2O is alive in a motherlode

Earned or stolen valor allows a privilege of respect for your riskin’ your life for our freedom

Nothing else matters, broke halo of pain & suffering with nirvana, heaven above ’ll become.

Way is narrow but I ain’t fallin’ away from the path, I see the prize at the end of the star trek

No word for the thing itself, it’s no secret but it has no sound that matches it’s form & shape

If you know then you know, if you don’t know then you’re either gonna get it or take a pill

Not only you but millions of others may never know the Truth before death, by God I will.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Valentine’s Day 2-14-2026 A.D. @411 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @Eric_Church #CaughtInTheAct #Creepin’ link @ https://youtu.be/bkjedhzKHwk?si=2sEQDv2BwQoIBcwD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@SuperbowlLX #Commercials2026 @Meatloaf #LetMeSleepOnIT @JanAndDean #DragCity #Thunderstruck by #LaFlaca @Santana @Skynyrd concert

LA  FLACA

OR  

superbowl lx

 find my happy

ONE BOWL OF SUPERMEN & SUPERWOMEN IN A BUGATTI

I can move as an animated bag of 208 bones, both up & down ala fire

Nevermore to repeat the never afore mentioned on a hot funeral pyre

Hating things that happened doesn’t prevent the hot recurrence of it all

Coming from nowhere you’ve ever been, between my ears in this skull.

Hysterical as you’ll be once Time itself disappears from your radar, it will

Believe it or not, no blind faith in reports ala the living, check the graves

Time above ground leaves no doubt about how long buried down under

Us & them, we’ll cut the lawns over hot-spots’ labeled granite blunders.

Years since birth to the year of finality’s death-call, resting underground

Check the hippies’ long hair for bugs, electronic or insecticide resistant

Marvelous as it appears at first blush, first glance is the 2nd glance of It

Superbowl after the first fifty-nine winners and losers, smell of bull chit.

Remarkable and above reproach, morality and ethics of the Pope & Czar

Miracles of the dead folks who were born, raised & died drinkin’ in a car

Tell the Truth, the absolute one not the relative one, do not clap the dap

Completely furious about the Great Lie, immortality is dead man’s clap.

You and the rest of y’all who worship the silver & gold, no darker black

Or lighter white to see when the sun goes down, without fire or power

It’s a matter of campfires, chasin’ away thieves, scavengers of war spoils

If you think your life is tough, it’s paradise to dead ancestors’ dirty toils.

No form that life may occupy, no place in Space is the Void’s cosmic sea

Nothing else anywhere in another dimension of timing space, no doubt

What part of the English language is unclear about the nature of reality

Setting sun is a name for disappearance of shine as Earth spins about.

Finish the fait au complet whatever that entails, deduce a happy ending

No mystery and soon common knowledge to all, humans are dreaming

Sleeping at night and death brings the eternal essence to bear, all to be

Count, spell, theorize until you mesmerize the idiot-morons in the scree.

Being beautiful and good is a tool to barter for the desires & royal needs

It is a critical theory which isn’t necessarily a Truth at all, the race is on

On the first turn or just before the backstretch of backstreet older boys

Re-center your attention, arrest it by the shore of tranquility, Zen ploys.

If & only if you don’t mind, so feel free to annoy me with a questioner

As if I don’t have another thought in my head other than you, yes sir

You may be with or without a high IQ, it matters little in rigor mortis ill

Turning the living clay back into the dust it gleaned out the Big Bang kill.

Now is the time, here is the place it all turns from water into red wine

Wish you were not who you’ve turned out to be but that’s the breaks

You reap what you sow & if you sow bad seed, you reap rotten ol’ crop

All the same, even if you have a bumper crop, y’all live to eat our cakes.

Crime to disobey the rules & laws of the middle road because of karma

A ledger keeping track of the good, the bad and the ugly from a trauma

Being conceived & born in 9 months is a miracle, like walking on water

From there, being detached from the chord, being independent of Her.

Mother Nature or your mama from another sister, is all but sacrosanct

In retrospect of the Present that followed the recent & distant Past time

Presence is Past immediately once you draw a breath & pack a suitcase

Feeling sunshine transforming my dead face back into the human race.

I was nineteen & then I saw it turn to sixty-nine, city to country river run

Starting line to the finish, I inherited a fine IQ to circumnavigate the fun

Training taught the rules & regulations, muscles strengthened, mind too

All the power stored within will be summoned to assist unto death’s flu.

High as the stratosphere & low as the Earth’s core, Nothing else matters

All of the causes and ill effects of relationships with a myriad of 96 tears

By the time the Crying’s over, everything that lived decomposes in synch

Atoms matter in form, day, swing or night shift, divinity all pretty in Pink.

by

r j j stephan i 

c. February 4th 2026 AD at 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this nutshell while jammin’ to #ALoveSupreme by @John_Coltrane link for youTube https://youtu.be/dAUIV_fwrmI & @BruceSpringsteen #OnlyTheStrongSurvive on youTube link https://youtu.be/lTRS-dNAgvA?si=5DENmBw4LTVlwTWQ }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

S P R I N G S T E E N

CHEVROLET CORVETTE

B I G   S M O

son of a bucket

S U P E R   B O W L LX

@MorganWallen @kidRock @JohnColtrane & surprises out of nowhere! #SippinWhiskeyOutTheBottle @LynyrdSkynyrd @Santana #JagOff

GOT WAY MORE THAN I DESERVE, MAMA

This is non-negotiable when you hear the sick tale I’m about to relate to y’all

I can’t thank you more than a million times, well maybe two million shots of ball

No strings, shackles or chains on my legs and no leash around my neck, freebee

A dog waits for the days the boss of the food goes to throw the purple frisbee.

I am ready to roll whenever the moment presents itself, unless I’m goin’ to the casino

I like to roll the dice, sometimes I win and sometimes I lose but it’s so much fun to blow

Small fortunes, savings, property deeds, came via hard work & disintegrated with pharma

Before being born nothing was wrong, before I die, I’ve accumulated nugatory karma.

Before revealing what will shock your deep sense of morality and ethics, breathe deeply

When the sharpness of matter cuts down through the skin and bone, a colorless supply

Dead man’s touches come every day on Earth, might be you or I or somebody we know

You lying to yourself allows you to lie to your friends and foes, a significant other also.

If you please, pick some invisible tweaking magic to the nervous system, vibrato Kool aid

Dusted off the armor & still sharpened sword, knife hidden in plain sight, drop back, fade

Pretend no more when the blood lets out of a circulating, backbeat system of the heart

Once the final beat pushes in and out the last time before the cadaver lets out a phart.

Don’t shoot the messenger, look it up, google it, all you get is the final ghost push of gas

Turns out the soul/ghost/person was an illusion in Time & Space, final chapter a finale

All you thought you knew was nothing more than dead men’s guesses about the gods

None, many or just one who happens to be three persons in one, a trinity star blast.

Don’t shoot the messenger, this was the Word before I was conceived by ma & pa, had a bawl

Listening to the meaning of the words I’m listening to, I’m distracted by the look of your face

Disturbed as a disturbing dream that you know will end soon, no matter what you do in Space

A Deja vous may be fine with you but not me, it’s a once in a lifetime chance to inspect it all.

Who devised this enculturation other than the fathers of the church & queens of Earth?

Nothing will move the direction other than forward, after all we’re a planet’s afterbirth

To be or not to be the way you are is no alternative, it’s a demand, don’t ask me why

All you need to know is wisdom keeps you alive until tomorrow, do more than get by.

Shoot for the stars you’ll never get to, it’s impossible for real, but it’s a metaphor of chit

It’s all the elders spout off after being unsuccessful at being happy all the time, full of It

Nothing they can do about it though, it’s a matter of being in the right place, wrong time

Rigor mortis makes Adam & Eve appear to be mythological folklore, not worth a dime.

Kicks keep getting’ harder to find when your legs don’t walk like they used to, toes a chillin’

Still got the music rockin’ and rollin’ when the ol’ sun goes down, by the sea or lake, I’m all in

The girls and boys all come back for more, whenever the sun sinks down, it gets a lot hotter

Dancin’ under the waning gibbous full moon on a super February night, the stars are shinier.

Follow me like you could never follow anyone else since your father expedited your privilege

Expectations work, keep up the positive thought, we need no reinforcement, we’re on the edge

Getting to the ends of trips I took was the whole point, seeing if I could survive the goofiness

As you know, I’m the one that tucks you in at night, I’ll see you after the dream’s over, I guess.

Better off that I stay far away from the despair of being anywhere but by your side, all by me

Pretending doesn’t quite feel like swimmin’ through your veins, only being right here baby

Monday to Sunday, all of ‘em in between I got your front and back, all I have is your property

Wind at my back, flyin’ to infinity safe here and now for now, Past Time, Space ain’t for free.

Thinking about takin’ it slow now, seven decades flyin’ below radar at speeds of sound perks

You know every inch is like a mile when you take it slow, fast as you can, heroes and all jerks

It’s like love and marriage, you do it to get a tax break every year, have kids, tax & high bids

My dad had 6 kids, my friends dads had 12 & another 10 kids, 6 parents, 3 women, 28 kids.

Sang about it, anything like makin’ more humans, if you know what I mean, then you know

Trading in the poverty for the incognito rock star life on the islands and nobody will ever go

Fiction or a Truth about all of the chit that happens to all of us every day, out of cool schools

Go back to sleep or stay up all night with or without the speed-dial, Rock Stars are cool fools!

Begin here, poor, ugly freak lookin’ for a dream come true, not bothering to go to sleep first

Saw her with her friends, I told her I loved her and she laughed at me, at least I didn’t curse

It could be worse, but I doubt it, lessons learned without paying the price for being present

Got saved by hot Stacy’s or maybe holy Annie’s mom, either way, how lucky to be 17 today.

I will never repeat this again, however I suggest y’all memorize the following in essence too

You are who you were before your conception, human being, nothing or divine cosmic stew

Boondocks, bayou, downtown naked cities, country creeks & mountains, heart & soul coup

Babies raised to breed their own over again, who I am, who you are, we are all One group.

Tin roof, front porch and a gravel road in Pilot Hill, California, down from Kool & Coloma hill

Up and down, you get a line and you get a pole, we’ll go fishin’ in the craw-fish hole, I will

Church on Sunday morning, smiles in the pews back and forth, to and fro from the gospel

God, creator of the brave and free, I’ll reward myself for finding the Truth, heaven & hell.

I will recollect what the forgotten memory I never received from folks who never knew at all

Best I could do is seven decades of breathin’ & out the air that I love & hope I will never fall

Yet I know eventually we all gotta go, wherever & whenever it happens, it’s a twilight so far

Fishin’ for me, where’s the twilight zone’s 4th dimension and the 1st One, I’m Being Singular.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 3^rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #HowFarIsHeaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wvkzoqQ5Oak?list=RD0Gjx-ZQuQ_Y }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?