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IN NOBODY’S MIND, YOU & I,

 B4 CONCEPTION

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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.?

#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.?

#YouDontKnowLikeIKnow #HowMuchYouGot #WaitHereIllBeRightBack #NightDayNightDay #Nickelback #WeNeedBroads #LotsOfBroads

WE NEED BROADS & THEY KNOW IT

Something needs to be written down so that it can be said in the future world’s unborn sons
Daughters will need no boyfriends, no need to have any babies to give grand folks some kin
Dreamin’ without any appetite for the food or data combination in x’s & o’s, all in clear skin
Queer’s the same when it’s different to the perception of the freaks and triggered long guns.

Bribery or a mere kind request for assistance in the candy store where y’all comin’ for more
You’ve got nothing to trade for the addiction, except your service to terminate the appetite
Sooner than later, consider the ending right now without wasting any more time, what for
For the sake of the pride of the family you’ve evolved from, the apes of the lions’ den door.

Last breath just like the first, a shock to be dead to the world, skin & bones back for more
Just a ghost of smoke in the shapeless void that always smells like the ghosts of the whore
Known that the mystery is a secret with a code memorized, never told in spoken Word-up
For nobody anywhere can this ever be repeated, it’s a princess’ prerogative to humph-it-up.

Hefty price to pay when you’ve got the fruit of the loom right here and now in a candy store
Fancy pants thinkin’ you know it all, maybe you do, I did too but I’ve forgotten the inner core
Sounds like fury without any reason, irrational laws created to stir up the inner sanctum web
As above it is the way it’s always been, so below is the confederate state of Johnny the Reb.

Hobo from New York left bowel movements coast to coast all the way to San Diego’s hot fakes
Stole all that from San Ysidro over to San Antonio, battles with the rancheros, stole the valor
Here we are here and now, protecting the ripped off weeds and pines, almonds & landscapes
Peter named poor Richard, subtle James & archetype Albert, DNA bleeding RNA out the core.

Into eggs, the ova of the willing and inadvertent virgin conceptions below a Catholic girl’s skirt
All is good, abortion’s wrong any way you look at it, forest through trees & dreams of star dirt
Trash & rubbish are all you have to show for the significance of important up in smoke stache
Civilization invented Garbage Dumps & thermonuclear annihilation of garbage, I, white trash.

Inherited the horrid errors of random recombination of DNA, the most fit have survived pests
Which will come sooner or later but the extinction of the species won’t pass God’s smell tests
Stench of the high heaven burnt smoke of the chemicals from Argon to Xenon & deep infinity
Helium as we know it, fills balloons with frozen smoke, an electron, a neutron-proton trinity.

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum couldn’t hold a candle to the presence of miraculous things now
Before our very eyes, blinded by Light or not, we become conscious of the gods & Zeus’ glow
Look into the sun when it’s blazing in the northern or southern hemisphere of the planet, see
It was the light that blinded you, burned out your retina inside of your skull’s software party.

Dream within a dream, Edgar Allen & I agree both before & after our deaths, it’ll still be true
That life is nothing more than a random bowl of cherries that some eat & others waste too
Spheroid sweet fruit of the cherry tree to drop the seeds to grow more fruit sap onto the field
Eden’s garden maybe, maybe not, it is written and before they’d spoken, they signaled creed.

Make it all up to avoid fear & loathing results of coming to know absolute Truth, half-naked
It is embarrassing to realize that you’re as ignorant as the birthday you get, all so unaborted
Steal the phenomena without knowing that you think, therefore you exist both above the dirt
As well as being six feet underground, it’s Fact of Life #1, you’re alive & you’re gonna die hurt.

Your mama & papa gave it all they had, the rest of the story is up to you, all intent is presence
Dreams come true if you know that dreams are likely to be none other than heaven’s scents
Soul without matter yet holding power to influence Things themselves or none of the above
I ask questions I’ve already got answers to, they’re all rhetorical, woke awaken, white dove.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST
{ Intellectual regurgitation penned this afternoon while jammin’ to @Nickelback #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ULwIM6Za0QA?si=2l-_sxDTesgHY31D }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?