CHEECH & CHONG & FULL METAL JACKET for the Fallen near the Git Git Go! OOrah! @HenrysCrime @KeenuReeves & RIP to mama mia!

R.I.P. mama mia 

Salvatrese Alfano Stephan

peace & I love you baby!  XOXO

BALL HAS A DROP-DOWN-MENU FOR BEER

I’ve got news for the old folks, the young folks and the #WokeFolks in the bleeding

Broken laws come first after ten commands, you can’t be a good human, no felons

Your OP parents were either never there or there & shouldn’t ‘ve been there, DING

Ethical decisions based on traditional morality of right & wrong, good & evil sons.

No daughters are allowed to be evil, they are all the product of semen of the men

Just a solitary egg wondering about nothing suddenly hijacked by RNA without Zen

Harmony when atoms collapse into black holes beneath the Milky Way’s day tripper

Hidden within star systems’ planetary orbitals, none with life as we know it, a zipper.

Stop my watch, your time is up & it’s all goin’ down to the bottom of the holy dumbbell

Bums & stoned junkies hired to judge, umpire & referee the ball game, avoid inevitable

Until death will strife then part your 208 bones, blood & consciousness to die for any day

Idiots & morons runnin’ to head the show but the jig is up & naked kings are all but gay.

Brow-beating your master’s mama until you’re released and freed from being indentured

That’s the only way to succeed at annihilating your slave mentality, inherit from a cool fool

In or out of your home, above & below the ground we share with all plants & animal herds

Everywhere, anyplace, anytime including eternity out of Time, pretend that it is all One too.

Let me assure myself before I reduce my ego to the essence of being’s reduction, poor ol’ Id

Professional and amateur have equal but separate visions, one to enrich & the other to enjoy

For nobody can anybody die for, whether you have a notion to do it or not, it’s impossible too

Just sayin’ it’s a long road to the top & quick jump off of a bridge or a cliff when killin’ the kid.

Nobody cares if it’s Albert, Anthony, Zeke or Zachary, from A to Z, you’re flushed to the guts

Conception & then abortion, it’s the human’s extinction mechanism for Mother Nature’s cuts

Safer & at risk like your daddy & mama were, it’s inheritance to swill like Tennessee whiskey

Portholes open without glass barriers, the ship goes down, poop deck from fore to aft, at sea.

Silly brothers fighting like cousins and their choices of mate, it will never, ever begin again

You know deep down that the Truth is, you were fortunate to be conceived at all, pray Zen

No free choices other than to follow the cause & effect system of the down & out, hurry up

You may run out of time or be already gone, fly like an Eagle, win an NFL championship cup!

Queer is different from the Norm, which is what evolutionary variation of genes is all about

You get picked up hitch-hiking, believing that human beings are all good, none of them evil

Eyes wide open when you are forced to terminate the threat of being incarcerated by a lout

As above the ground is wide open, so below the ground, all the same, above & below gravel.

Crickets rubbin’ legs for the attraction to reproduce its own kind, no reason for that bull scat

It’s the nature of the beast, evolution for the most fit who reproduce a lot, the predators eat

Holy ghosts remain when things themselves eek out their mortality, decrepit ashes in an urn

All sights out of sight, all sounds hard of hearing, tasteless because their odorless, feel a burn.

You won’t feel a thing after the pain dissipates, nobody feels anything after it’s all gone to hell

Believe the dead folks when they return to the psychics who explore the black hole in a bell

Loose as my old lady Lucy or up tighter than a drum, up here on top, ain’t no big thing, so high

Bluff it for me and difficult for y’all, a lucky draw from a holy deck of 52, got a full house, I lie!

Plaid & polka dotted shirts and skirts, long sweaters of wool and synthetic silk, all in my head

When you are forced to skip a rope & you’re the best of the rest, single or double-Dutch uphill

Inside of a river I stepped into, I immediately reflected, wouldn’t step into the flow twice devil

Backward spelling of the diablo is ‘lived,’ there’s no doubt, devil is lived with corpses all dead.

Squirt the fluid out the container, envelop the origin in the code of an original garden snaking

I’ll get up your leg, gone up every mother’s leg near my pheromones that waft in the dead air

You know what I know, it’s nobody’s secret that we’re alive & we’re all gonna die, sooner here

Immortality in a conceptual, bizarre world as we know it, ash remains can’t drink ale or beer.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 1-XXIXth - MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

{ Killed the Lead, Buried the Lead, Drafted this Ditty while jammin’ to the @Eagles #LongRoadOutOfEden on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5nhM1BJOHu8 & the #Creators Anunnaki, Gods, Ancient Aliens

@ https://youtu.be/S74h3U7rISM?si=mZJYWKl8EO85CjXS )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

IT'S ONE TWO TWO TODAY TOO IN THE TWO ZERO TWO FIVE ANNO DOMINI #Watermelon & #Oblivion

Get off of your arse 1-22

Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk

Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk

Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force

Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back

There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls

Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent

Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings

Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes

Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real

World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written

Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin

As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too

Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes

Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes

String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive

Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure

Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour

Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird

Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth

They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth

No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky

If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone

Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son

Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime

At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it

If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate

Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen

Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all

Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now

Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall

Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al

Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal

On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain

If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum

You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff

King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship

Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ANOTHER PERFECT DAY enjoy it or diet! #WhereIsEve? #AdamIsWasted

granddaughters when they're young & innocent!

IN NOBODY’S MIND, YOU & I,

 B4 CONCEPTION

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

If I said that I love L.A., would you hold it against me, please? Cause man, I love L.A., no lie

Notes from the underground have surfaced up here above the valley, in the cold, damp fly

Beggars and moguls filling up the potholes with the asphalt that costs nothing for the taxes

Pure profit for the very happy sittin’ under the sunny skies of Los Angeles, city we all love too

Not only the original dinosaurs in the La Brea tar pits but also, the chicks & bums on 6th street

It never is gonna get better than this, it can only become a pariah with no functional backbeat

Tremolo & bass do whatever they feel, like a jazz ensemble mixed flats & sharps out of order

Santa Ana winds don’t bother me, never since day one back in December 1974, a perfect day.

Shoulda left Chitown with my MGB drove onto Century & Santa Monica Blvd, I love L.A. kids!

Where the movies y’all love get made in the sun & shade, coast to coast, downlow downshift

People dressed like monkeys or the ½ naked ape they all seem to be, beggars, smokers of lids

Imperial highway keepin’ my wheels rollin’ & crankin’ @BeachBoys lookin’ for bikini beaches.

Hearing the gist of the program and liking what I heard, I knew it was a matter of Hit singing

When it ends, the finale may not be good for you but it’s worse for “them” to scream & shout

Unless you’re an orphan & childless, you’re gonna regret comin’ to Earth without succeeding

At anything, anywhere, anytime to succeed is beyond wildest expectations of the freak aliens.

Ain’t beggin’ for the way to get from here to there, I already know, you might ask me, it’s tight

Fear of the unknown dissipates with maximum attention to facts, here today, caput manana

Love’s Hate wavering within your soul & mind, generation of pity for being ugly, pitiful & poor

In the background, there’s a passageway to get underground, comes in a due-haste dogfight.

Mothers have a vulgar word-up for the fathers who inseminated their womb, a warmer cold

They hit and run but mama has 20 years to go, unless she created a phenom in a page’s fold

You were happy yesterday & you will be tomorrow too, there’s no way you can annihilate It

Resolution to remain One in Chi & the same as you were before Time, out of Space, Scat’s It!

Bringing your wings for the flight since nobody can walk or crawl as far as the sleek birdhoods

West to East side we’ve been rollin’ since Day One, hit the ground runnin’ freewheeling skids

Got the dozens for those who know the rips & for those who don’t, calm down chicks & dudes

I’m talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama, New York City to Beirut, man & woman, boy & girl, all baby’s kids.

No way you can move the unmoved mover, even a micrometer is too much, not one iota, son

Not only is the Love here and now but also, it’s nowhere else, there or then, past or future sin

Mountains and the bumblebees movin’ my mood from purple to clearlight, reasonable lying

It’s Taqiyya arguing with idiots who don’t know the wool is pulled over blind eyes, I’m sighing.

Hand it over, every time you lose your possessions and your loved ones, ashes to ash in a box

Grape ape of the primates evolved the genius by accident, random lust, baby boys’ hot rocks

Let me get something straight between us, I never lie but I will hide the Truth for a fool’s sake

I’m no savior, not even a saint or a sinner, I have no sense of any Evil of Buddha baked in cake.

Happiness is all Aristotle & Plato trumpeted with the bums who knew no better, blank slates

Commands of behavior and the known punishment for disobedience are a way culture dates

Peace and War, sharing matter with the last to come to the party, random photons of the Void

Damp or dry as a bone, it’s this & that, no words said, it’s understood God’s got a hemorrhoid.

Is the irreverence for someone other than me? Of course, I ain’t God & you ain’t either, God!

Holy ghosts and the temptations of Eve got all of the bums to agree, take it all for free, hotrod

Think or not, nothing really matters at all but commit a mortal sin & you’ll know it’s a mortal

Life & Death, rough Truth, tough Love, step up to the plate, we hit a homer & game’s all over.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XIXth, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Dreamt this one up while jammin to @RandyNewman #ILoveL.A. #Century #SantaMonica #Ventura #SixthStreet on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KcADqxnQA_4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ILoveLA #MakinLoveOrJustLyinAround @WARTheBand #GOLD @TheEaglesBand @Nirvana

LET'S GITTERDONE!  POTUS TRUMP WILL CRAFT THE GLOW

What’s the buzz?

 it’s our issue!

You have no reason to be irresponsible & irrational, the bad guys steal from good guys

It is not of this world to be examined by the Science & Philosophy of dreams of psy-flies

Through the final stop of our genome, there is fear & loathing to be dealt with, deep inside

Inner sanctum is the place in space where it all resides until death do us part, I’ve Pride.

Holy scat atop a high mountain where angels fear to go, how long will it be ‘til a bye & bye

You know I loved it the moment I arrived at LAX, man that was the best back in 1974’s sky

Perfect day to fall in love with L.A. & nobody knew me then & still don’t know me in Rome

But only if the Truth be told then it’s a matter of time on the streets & boulevards of home.

Punchin’ in your mouth that the punks taught you how to use, you do it yourself if you could

You can’t so you won’t, there is no lying about the Truth that be told, it’s when you get wood

In the deposit mode, if you get lucky & the female’s got 18-21 years with nothin’ at all to do

Like an infection or mind funk anyone can catch unless you’ve been vaccinated with Blow.

Painkillers and pain enhancers will kill you if a motor vehicle accident doesn’t get you first

Sights unseen and predication unheard of both contribute to the hysteria and unholy thirst

Kicked the door down even though it wasn’t locked or closed all the way, all cracked holes

To the top & down to the bottom, who knows what the sum of all zeroes is? Nobody knows.

Things themselves that God’s damned to Hades down under the equator of illusory treats

If you’re lucky enough to have people who care about you once you’ve gone decrepit stats

No heart beating, no breathing, wondering or caring about the useless & nugatory mothers

Ghosts enter the tiny egg to animate the inanimate, say whoa man, this is a ghost, brothers.

Contusions letting the blood turn from purple to red, all 5 pints gone in a New York minute

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, just pay attention to the record & be in it to win it

No reason to be playing just for the symbolic appearance of caring about the living bull shyt

In the hashtag words of a mockingbird, one tweet after another droppin’ from lips, I slipped.

Reasons within the rhyme and the inductive reasoning of the deductive arguments for & VS.

Hearts and the souls accompanying them live to breathe & propagate the 8 feet high fences

Common denominator and product of the dividends, it’s the sum of all fears’ monstrosities

About the forehead and cervical concoction, the hot numb skull & backbone of the cities.

Error is predictable considering circumstances bestowed upon parents by heaven-scents

As all of our ancestors left tall tales and relics of threads they wore while outside the tents

Roaming around the deserts, easier to find water than in the hills and meadows worldwide

Seven continents of the underwater dirt exposed due to devolved H2O’s catastrophic glide.

Death by disease, old age, murder, suicide or freedom’s defense, that’s all there is below

No hell at the bottom of the Earth’s core, just molten iron as in the center of any old star

In perpetual orbit about another star, our binary suitor from nowhere close to the gods

Far, far away from the thing itself, it’s a form of nothing at all, shapeless, gassed hotrods.

Selective amnesia in love with keeping your heart unknown to you & everyone on Earth

Simulation of reality so that nobody knows that the perceptions are dreamlike chimera

Infinite in scope & substance, the essence of every galaxy cluster’s nucleus, Ra Me Rah

On the way to the end of a fool’s errand, it’s a quick stop for some Luckies & an RC cola.

Known perfection and unknown amorphous imperfection, finite & infinite, it’s what I bawls

Clues to the solution of the mystery, to know what you know is all you can beckon a scan

Mirth spit into the microphone, the song sings itself, hardrock & drama full of fool’s spam

Interior decorated with wall-to-wall carpets in a room, wallpaper over prime, stoned walls.

Chunky monkeys full of the scat they’ve been force fed by their caretaking mothers of God

Complete without regard for sharing your things with those who deserve nothing at all, et al

On the nature of the beast, the woman or man that you are, girl or boy you buried in the sod

To grow tall only to be whacked by whacker blades, crew cut monster from ZZ Top & Muddy.

250 billion dollars of damage every time the sun wants to set the whole shebang ablaze

Bleed out every ounce & pint & quart of the colored liquid sunlight, what else could it be

Purple blood inside hearts & hot red=blooded continental human beings’ 3 widish scree

Pretenders rule Reality displays from birth to death, y ‘all might get a tombstone in Space.

Gigs to be done before the concert that never, ever occurred at Woodstock or Big Sur beach

Honey too sweet to be the holy scat left over by the masticating defecators of maggot lunch

Harmed by the flies on the walls, they carry words that fill the heads’ minds to catch a ball

Or hit the ball with something, maybe even kick the ball between two sticks of the pall mall.

Horrors allowed to be without a studio audience, inside a coffin post-mortem verboten

Stress is the necessary condition of being on point for being most fit to survive the joke

High or low, Simon says scat & Schusters repeat ad infinitum, it’s text-book mortal sin

Mindful on normal idiocy in the rooms of every house burnt to the ground, up in smoke.

No harm & no foul in every single case, unconcerned about your mingling with the fools

If they become wise as a result of the interference, then & only then they’ll swim in pools

With or without fish, gods disappear into Zeus’ wild blue yonder, Taqiyya & Tequilla toast

All split infinitive in the guillotine & now always, forever as the headless horseman ghost.

Prick the cushion with as many straight pins as possible & you’ll experience full Nirvana

Space’s Time is a fool’s illusory diversions, I ate a peach tree whole, Allman to Santana

Road of infinity has no finale, don’t even go there, never even try or it’ll be much too late

Born to be wild not to be tame once the Motor started runnin’ & I rolled upon the highway.

That’s Life between the ears of you and me, I ain’t the one who started this, I’m a passenger

On your buddy’s foul account of the bloody things from Birth to Death of our inner stranger

Hills slope upto the tops of the mountain range of woke lunatics planted by the Big Banger

If and only if you look at us baby, then and only then you’ll know why you ain’t an all-nighter.

A hit and then a run before there’s another memory recording it other than your own spark

Killer whale of people on seven continents ‘cause you’re here & now, swimmin’ with seals

Looky here now, creeps come in all sizes for one and all, a scared baby born of hater snark

Apes believe in their feeding time & get a bit cranky if the food is late or tasteless cat meals.

Pills engorged until bowels got so inflamed even frozen ice couldn’t mend the harm done

Seven holes in the human face larger than size of a skin pore, eyes, ears, nose’s & a mouth

Dozens of eggs flowing when the state of martial arts retrieves wisdom’s power of a drone

Nothing was ever made in the shade, all of it can be exiled to deep space’s north & south.

Heads ache for a minute or two, take a pill or not, you’re impinging on brain matter, greys

Why the Greys left the grey stuff up in the RNA of the cranium when creating a DNA haze

Mighty or weak inside your mind & out to your fingers and toes, determined hoe & a heave

In or out of the digs that Alice left for us all to engage with, mighty Earth gods Adam & Eve.

Pine wood hollowed out for you to remain unrotten, buried deeply in an underground setup

It will always be this way that it is until the last gasp or Big Bang’s sling to the Big Hush TFU

Honey sweet for a while ‘til it turns rancid due to the atmospheric pressure to be dissolved

All senses ultimately return to Nothingness, don’t blame the messenger, mystery’s solved.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier 15th 2025 A.D. @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted headaches to Hades while jammin’ to my head pounding, I’m hungry!  Jammin the finale while listenin’ to @WarTheBand #LowRider https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StopPretendingThatYoureSomoneElse #SoulSearching

Ssss-GhostLivinInAGhostTown-ssss

You are now homeless because you’ve spread homelessness, hum bums’ junk, Elvis & y’all
All streamin’ bums and junkies rule the uninhabited wealth of the high hill of the fools’ hill
Bums invaded the neighborhood of gold & silver hoarders, underground safely down low
Real estate agents, owners of the properties in paradise above & beyond the dregs below.

Tricks with or without magic words can cause the effect because of your will to power trip
Stark view of the world as we know it can suffice for all you’ll ever know and never skip
In the heat of the frozen night, undercovers that mysterious curiosity nobody recalls at all
Shot the guns and rifles, to be certain of the uncertainty of bad guys in mean streets’ pall.

Steering clear of the obstacles you could see, hear & smell but couldn’t touch good taste
Drinkin’ the alcohol only makes you want to drink more alcohol, a downward spiral mate
Our ancestors and descendants were & will be the filthy bums, drunks on the backstreets
Pumped the love and hate joy-juice into thin skin, down to the 208 bones’ hard rock beats.

Soul begins the scoot on the road, up the middle to the end of the clear lines, finite redux
High or low, seen or invisible to the sixth or the other five senses, days of old are pure luck
You were conceived either on purpose or in error, in every case roll & sweet leaf, Za ZEN tea
Runaways don’t turn into Getaways easily, balls ripped from their backs for social security.

Sensational alpha before the dawn turns into an extinct omega, we had to take it easy, man
Understanding & Acceptance of the Truth as it is, are required blind faith, One won, amen
Before each of our conceptions, saving your skin and bones wasn’t necessary, now it is, so
Dreaming you live and die on Earth is the cosmic psychopathic trail, whistle me, just blow!

My brown-eyed girl animates sleeping, inanimate objects of stone, obliterated a freemason
Out in bright sunlight with nothing to hide in a shadow of anything in itself, eyes wide open
Punch directly delivered to the two lips & chin, recall an uppercut to the jaw-drop the gums
You can’t fool mother nature & better love yo mama, karma isn’t kind to mother’s slums.

Essence of incense in the olfactory region of the form, scratch & sniff for the full effect of It
Living free or indentured makes a difference to humans alive on Earth, rich, poor, same chit
Oxygen helping to keep us all alive while carbon-O2 we exhale is used for cash, gods’ gold
Built to rock, stone & plastic fastened together in forged steel, it’s skyline to be rigmarole.

I have a secret which cannot be bifurcated in anyone’s mouth, you hear nothing at all y’all
Conceptual analysis is the tool your father warned you about & you played contrarian ball
Law enforced right after the crime is committed to avoid chaos’ lawlessness down under
Of the women and the puppy love served up in the way too early teens, SNAFU & FUBAR.

Penniless without pockets anyway, wealthy in a manner of speaking, far, far away, too far
Radioactive blood feeding the frenzy for a gold standard & live jerk-offs alive in a bell jar
A rat and a mole confronted each other inside of a floating container, it’s hard to swallow
No more being nice to the relative species, “No More Mr. Nice Guy!” what I oughta bellow.

Hound dog song clarifies the way it is, the way it goes more often than not, a ghost towner
Not alive & not dead but in between a rockin’ hard place & Outerspace’s empty chattaqua
Etcetera comin’ in threes like you’ve never seen before, now that I mentioned it, she sees
Overhears about what nobody but you will find, creepin’ afoot explains stone ‘hood’s trees.

In search of the miraculous trip only gods get, there are too many now homeless in the hills
Where the angels lived on a hill above the creepy fires that sealed the thievery speed bawls
No desires for things unrequited nor unrequired by the thing itself in me, underground to fear
Pity for the less fortunate who made the beds they sleep in, they don’t like it, God don’t care.

Called them punks because they seemed beyond good & evil, both in & out of stone temples
On the corners off the busy streets, using the cross-street to nominate the group of greasers
Or the future American religious-political fodder farmed from Wisconsin to Colorado fool gold
Shut your mouth oughta do the trick & keep the occult out of sight, certain it can’t be found.

In theoretical jargon, the conclusion deduced before a last gasp for one & all, that’s all folks
Splashin’ & screamin’ but it’s what’s happening when there’s a Big Bang & nowhere left to go
Past to Future in a snap, hardly a moment spent in the Present, Presence a gift to never give
Truth for all Life in all forms is just to be or not to be, Francis Bacon retrograde to Plato alive.

Regardless of your knowledge & recollection of facts of life & death, it’s happening Supreme
Wisdom of the ghost within is to remain humming silently like a well-oiled cyber-punk meme
Ruthless to defend power within at all costs, a priori premise & a posteriori deduced, it is sent
Masticating live birth, day & night ala womb to tomb & so on, it’s out of my hands, get bent!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 1-12-2025 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Slapped this out the demons’ mouths while showing @TheRollingStones #LivingInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fq-NsyKxDiI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?