#CAKE #GreenLantern #JoeWalsh #TheEagles @KeanuReeves #JohnWick #Robinhood #ForGodsSake #MovieStarOscar #DOGSTAR #DOGFATHER @KidRock @UncleKracker @Cake @DorisDay @HueyLewisAndTheNews

PERHAPS, THIS ALL IS A SIMULATION OF A DISEMBODIED CONSCIOUSNESS

Well groomed as above, so below when you’ve been begotten by orphans and urchins

There are sisters and brothers who are literally unconditioned to committing holy sins

Finding that thing you’ve searched for since you reached the age of no-good reasons

Equally independent of flesh, bone, mind & spirit that animates the thing itself’s sons.

In full synchronicity of the macroscopic and microscopic atomic matter, Apeman herd

Giraffes and hippopotami can’t jump but swam well in swamps and lagoons of the bog

Snakes stalk spiders where they live & groom their replacements, the Time has come

It’s always been someday & that day is now, tomorrow, egad, Eureka, egad I’ve found it.

On the fencing deals made before I arrived on the plant, seven continental drifts outback

Care took all of the “I don’t care,” out of me, human in a divine dream, counter atrophy fact

Thinking cause and effect before the facts of life have been disclosed to the innocent kids

From California thru Illinois onto New Jersey, above & below them all, y’all tip your flat lids.

In a flurry of guffaws, I moved slowly, step by step, inch by inch, stooges keep secrets well

They tell secrets to so many people that they’re considered unhinged as a hidden, holy hell

Niagara Falls when the water was eternally flowing, that place was a Tierra del Fuego, man

I’ve been called some mean, nasty appellations but by far the best was nastiest, God, I am.

I think less now that I moved to California, my safe place since 1969, Viet Name War vet too

Without getting’ boots on the ground in a concrete or swampland jungles, it’s all ‘bout two

Foo fighting up above the high ground where angels fear to go, the USAForces Man to go up

Higher than the stratosphere where there is no air to survive a vacuumed Void’s phu-qup.

Pink to blue, invisible too, dancing in the dark where Nothing resides without amigo or foe

Riding off into the sunset before the story has been written, falling off the cliff all down low

Beneath the lower echelons of the joints where the dark angels hide from a black light bulb

Sincere apology if I offend all innocent & naïve, it’s the gentleman in me, trained by ladies.

Grandma and grandson moved the young bones into safe places guarded by dogs

Junkyards and empty lots created by fires between brick structures, broken frogs

Cut my hands, scraped my knees and elbows, had blisters on my phalanges’ feet

Love drives me back & forth with a hammer to pound nails into three wishes of Me.

No hot blood in any pool anywhere around here right now but the B-1’s ain’t in the air

No expectation for that unless the extinction virus hits the villains and heroes’ heads

Become past participles like good disciples at the bitter end, last gasp of Soul we bear

So, like it or not, dig, you’ll become enlightened by wisdom, it’s all for you to find out.

Child to elder adult, it’s a journey, a trip on fantastic light, fear itself the only scare

Woke with or without a separate set of skin & bones animated by consuming death

Don’t shoot the messenger, all were spectacular meals, breakfast, dinner & supper

Kept the character alive and well without negative vibrations, ego is One for us all.

Be alone by yourself a moment, time out as your mama used to say, be at one, son

Then after the spell you cast on your inner self, act like the wind, because it is done

Time precedes beings which arise out of the plethora, it measures all, got the ticket

A big difference between living, alive on Earth and the Ends mankind keeps secret.

Management of all anger due to disappointment with wasted time, it was a dim whim

Ringing the gong, feeling the weird vibrato of the metal quivering from a shivering sin

Mortal or original as the case may be, you can’t make this scat up, a God made a Man

Please don’t tell the secret, all for nothing but wasted time, foo fighting a fanatic fan.

Leave it alone if you have no hope of influencing the outcome, that may be the cure

Out of sight and out of mind, a recollection of fading wisps of thought, a mind so pure

Between lines is where the meaning lies, you’ll know when you find it, high last resort

She always arrives right on time, my reincarnation baby, we know the future’s short.

It’s the end of the month, songs will be sung about the ending of the wiseman’s days

All of the experience from the past will be dissolved without discussion between heads

Sons and daughters saw it all go down, they watched me fade away just like they will too

Time came around, seconds & minutes got a soul I had a minute, already gone, I’m blue!

Zest for or against life itself if you’re not from Earth, the planet of H2O, 3/5 of the mass

Nothing matters if you ain’t from Earth, outside of the Earth there is Nothingness past

It used to be the future and as magic changes things with sounds of words, all 3rd eyes

Magic is utilized to force the future to become the present for the past to metabolize.

Image outlines flatlines, decades of recollections strobe flashing monkey-shines on fate

Humane, maybe not, animals deserve nothing more nor less than room on a dinner plate

Don’t shoot the messenger, it’s one BBQ for all, even vegetarians who are all too human

Net and gross income causes the outcome’s effects, tax & eat gold, be, magic shaman.

Bitter split ends have all been removed from the skull growth, encoded DNA will

To be or not to be a messenger of cosmic metaphysics comprehended by no one

Not only the mystery of Science & Religion but also the mystery of holy demigods

Hold on to your hats if you have them, if not, get ready for a rough ride down a hill.

Waking up when you thought you were woke already is a significant psychic trick

Pretending to be the one inside of the skin & bone is necessary & sufficient, click

On a roll, one dies with the got of two, prizes are scored by the tricky mother Elfers

Used to be wasted time but it ain’t wasted any longer, the gold of my self is all hers.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Jeudi, April 3^rd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPT

{ Cracked  out of the matrix while listenin’ to @KeanuReeves in the @Dogfather (The Movie 2025) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1ogw0DHDUvw?si=VmCss3Kx8u4WNuK9 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

I Know Why We Cannot Be Amigos... YOU AIN'T HERE MAN! Where's Cisco Kid, Man? #WeUsedToRunTogether #BabyBrother #WhoLiveAtLeedsFullConcert

LOWER THAN A RIDER OUGHTA BE

Whether you like it or not, the point is to absorb the origin & final destination of this darkness

Inside of your mind’s eyes, in your heads between your eyes twixt temples of solar archangels

Harbinger of the way you’ll see eventually, the middle path from here to over there, far away

From here and anywhere else a star shines in the galaxies of the universe, cry tears in the day.

Me and you knew it would be just like this before our parents even met, up to us & only us all

Paradise mountains tonight or sometime soon, above or below the bow of where y’all bawl

Adam fell down when he tripped on some chemically induced hallucination of real things’ Ids

It matters if Energy is spontaneous or a chain reaction from a Big Bang, Dark Matter’s my kids.

Warring at Peace fills in for the accidental collision that created life as we know it, astro dues

Nothing is outside of the Earth that we can get to with our minds, bodies and souls, get blue

No rocket or flying saucer defying naturally universal laws undefined, we’re stuck gettin’ high

Proverbial of course because in the end, last couple of breaths, you’ll either fly boy or you die.

Legal & illegal aliens, natural born aliens, all forms in an accidental collision of random atoms

Shapes form invisible spheres & platelets to one-celled life, amoeba, paramecium or euglena

Mankind lately evolving in billions of Earth revolutions about the Sun, satellite allowed moon

Crystal clear as the mud of the Earth to its core, between rocks that roll us under too soon.

Sisters you know, mothers’ children of childless mothers, adopted in charity to orphans’ scree

Adopt me, adopt me, I’ll be good, get me the hell out of there, these folks are insane or crazy

Either way, it’s not their fault, it’s a difficult career to be caretaker of the unwanted bastards

Born to the unforgiven mothers without husbands or husbands who suck hind teat, GD nerds.

Pseudo facts of life y’all are after, there’s those who know yet who’ll never know it, hell below

A moment you get the chance, imagine being drop dead gorgeous & makin’ men’s heads blow

I’ll give y’all this if y’all give me that big hug & a kiss on the noggin once you see the high light

Random causes and certain effects are retrospective not presence of dimwitted, black knights.

Knuckles and metatarsals all in for the duration of the fight to death, I wish I could do more so

If you need anything, anytime you summon me via mind transmission, y’all roll it all in a circle

With a chip smaller than a spec of rat dust, impervious to deterioration or host snortin’ blow

It will remain in the skull until the universe collapses into a microdot in the ultraviolet purple.

I know I’m perfect, I know we all are, but we all don’t realize it, allowing an idiot program in it

All we’ve done, all we’ll do before we die, all in the program, you’ve no free choice, bull’s scat

Neverland was here where you are right now, always been there, ain’t nothing but Neverland

Risen bones, dead & gone, stank organic matter to high heaven, Holy, Host of this bovine s#it.

Rolling stone from the apex to a hilt, hated to rot away into a speck of dust, I forgot the Truth

Trouble less when you’re dead & gone from Earth’s Time in Space, yet y’all covet tic toc clock

Stars know it all, dead and gone ones knew it & took it all with them, left an epitaph on rock

Granite shapes of crosses and obelisks above flat stone, all with family name & birth to death.

Recollect the gestures given and received, you put your mind to the test in the vacuum of soul

Immortal or mortal, related to the thing itself, appearances of forms to shape in a black hole

Longer than the shorter end of the hockey stick but ready to slap the puck into the gross & net

Score with no tie, winner & loser baked into the championship, byte factoid, rubber soul debt.

Joe, Josie, Al, Gert, you four people caused about a hundred lives to become a planetary kid

Drenched in a baptism of crime and punishment for no good reason at all other than payback

For some dead ancestors who disobeyed a divine order of the creator, avoid seeking the light

To avoid becoming enlightened with all knowledge’s wise power, be a loser of the good fight.

Hit inside of your lips & on down your throat it goes, leaving you naked to the world, amazed

Literally or figuratively as above, so below, what you think about it all is true, God is all dazed

Nicknamed to avoid detection for no good reason at all, Catholic school boy holy dorm worm

Catholic girls knew the score, can’t use hands play soccer, yo mama, lips kissin’ & y’all squirm.

Knights of a rectangular table sit in judgement of one of their own who jumped a shark again

Squids slither, mark it on the calendar, it’s the day of the rest of your Time in bone and skin

Lucky that our parents’ coitus caused our presence in nights & days of infinite sons of a bitch

Filling up with the fuel allowed for combustion or magnetic charges of magnets, heroine itch.

Parked in parker heaven, it’s got some time on the meter, it’ll only take me 5 minutes in & out

If I’m not right & it takes me longer, I may be towed & then I’ll steal it back from the junk yard

Task one after the other, getting me from the first time I knew this was all a bunch of bull scat

To the present’s doom, right here, sisters & brothers, apology for being a messenger y’all hate.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March XVIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Checked this out The Void while jammin’ to @PINK #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BHNYgYLcD68 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GiveMeABreak #WhyIOughta #YosemiteSam #TrapperTrapped

HUNG-UP & DOIN’ WHAT YOU GOTTA DO;

I’LL JUST HANG AROUND

Now and then, there comes a time to repeat the original pain in the cervical bone, need a hit
Seniors & Juniors came after Freshmen & Sophomores like there was no tomorrow for chit
No surprise, bye & bye, revelation at Ends of New & Old testaments, Greek or Sanskrit Live
Saga is set in the Wild, Wild West before Law & Order was assumed by brave men vs. Evil.

Harm comes to the weakest among us and annihilates the strongest who survive fixed trials
Tribulation & jubilation alternate like the seasons, depending on the wobbling rotation of hills
Your chops are the words you use to persuade the unpersuadable blind faith mongers of pills
They know not what they do has any effect other than their smell & taste of the high piles.

Come over to the light side where even the dead heads can see the brightness of the acid trip
Flashing back & checking out before the trip’s termination, you smile & keep a stiff upper lip
Mighty mice and skinless hotdogs used to be in charge, they’ve failed & resist the success chit
Poor people caused by Demoncrats & Repubicans because they need the target of bull’s S#it.

Y’all come on over to the sideline & listen to my coaching tip, the next play you’ll tie the game
Droppin’ dead beautiful, everyone knows what that appears to be, even blind folks, the same
It’s a feeling, a touch, a scent of the thing itself while living and covered in scents of whiskey
Honey or not, I’ll take a shot or two, I salute all my dead friends & relatives, bottoms up!

A song, long or short about the way it is for me & you from now until the last gasp of America
Word for word, repeat ad infinitum, it’s a pleasing thing to be thankful for the benefit of Sins
Secret kept close to the vest, young strugglers to survive, sheltered, to be or not to be as blasé
As above since the Big Bang, so below it still is & always will be a Singularity, y’all gods, I see!

Dots and dashes between sounds and sights unable to recollect after death, yet pre-life injects
Into the soul, the spiritual nature of the thing grown from a microscopic byte of love and sex
All in the game, run the rules through the fine lines and they disappear, everyone’s free for all
Liberty & servitude look like the same thing, stuck in sticky Space, just ‘cause you got bawled.

Know this well or not at all, in a realm of retro-funk, there are pioneers and veterans of fights
All Time and Space on the head of a straight pin is a bit better than on the head of a needle tit
Side by side, atop or beneath the load of mass you & I carry on balance, it’s a balance of lights
Critical mass appears at will at the moment of every corpse’s rigor mortis, Friday night fights.

Higher than the underground ever wanted to be, below it all, undercover mothers of godsons
Knowledge & wisdom created outta nowhere with nothing to disprove but invalid conclusions
Beginning with unprovable assumptions and leading to the inevitable ends of the final ends
As one cannot imagine, it’s lonely at one being all alone forever, hence, God made The Man.

It’s inside of the Golden Earrings I listened to in an infinite loop in 1974, in a high #SKOR
Wet hands on the wheel, got the power dust in my skivvies thanks to the houseboy’s tipper
I left him nothing & got early out of his realm; reward was an itch physohex couldn’t cure
Karma for 50 years plus how many ever I extend it to, that ROC Mama got radar love Pure.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. March 11th 2025 AD @ 222 PMPST

{ Got Nothing cornered in three dimensions, tracked Nothing at all while flickin’ these words aloft while jammin’ to @CarlosSantana  link @ https://youtu.be/bgZrHpL8jZ4?si=ULEg9JhnXByjlbda & @PINK concert link @ https://youtu.be/tkUGg5kbmJw }

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

GRIMMER THAN GRIM FINAL X SPOT X MARKS THE SPOT @artificiallyUnintelligent otay @PaulRevereAndTheRaiderz

UNKNOWBODY

Laughing ain’t an option when you've no mouth nor breath to exchange gas, man unknowbody

Crispier to the bite, a chew just a few moments away from the blood rush to the brain’s mindset
Cause and no defect, do the thing itself the justice it deserves for creating the whole shebang debt
We owe, y’all owe everything you have to the Unknown Nobody, I call unknowbody for kicks.

World is all the same now as it was before I arrived on a hot August day, lucky me, no bull scat
It was either me here or aborted to the inner sanctum of a sucking motherlode of godly gold dust
Buried inside of the rocks that used to be liquid star stuff, not just blown nose snots of the lust
Bring your mother and father, oh they’re already gone? Well then, kin. Oh, they’re all of that!

Freedom a word, Free & doom, could be a type that nobody knew, it was Free & Dumb merged
Down a middle way from here to there, you’ll get there one or another, ain’t no free will splurge
You gotta do what you gotta do, hem and haw around with the folks who like to hee haw spat
Guffawing now, I can’t stop it, no joke man, this is the real thing, for reals, no lie or bull’s scat.

Tell me about kicks I had and the kicks I’ll never have, stars shine above for sure, the sun’s One
Kicks just keep getting’ harder to find once you’ve found & had them all on one day or another
School from five to ? just to get the gold and happiness ever after without my mama’s flying rug
Papa said I’d make it until I located the best fit for my skin and bones that had no creative blog.

Hot or frozen stiff depending on the bake and frost, as the world turns the wobble & spin deal it
Weather, rivers flowing pole to equator without ceasing, one eye woke while the other dreamed
In relative synch with the method of madness, a matter of survival of the most lethally dangerous
Dangerous only to the deadly, never to the innocent nor uninformed, a genius without evil dead.

Party members are all who split the zygote, regardless of the content of a mess hall of solar-acid
All in the party, that party of every living human who has ever & will ever exist, all that you did
Every single person’s recording the Karma, you won’t change it, certainly, you will see it unfurl
In the backend of my dad’s station wagon, I ‘watched’ the movie lying down in blankets, oh girl!

Beams comin’ out of nowhere from my brothers, sisters, cousins, God’s alive in all of them, I see
Without the ancestors y’all stardust bein’ blown by the Singularity’s vacuum cleaner of my scree
Bums all over the city, down & out like it’s the dust bowl of the Depression of the USA’s necks
Whiskey fire in the liquid to fuel the wind in my sails, just like yours, I got none to spare, dicks!

Shadows dark but I don’t care, what could happen other than death rings my bell, who GAF? X
Unknown as it is and will always be since it’s been that way from the Get-go, it’s all @Space-x
Flying point on the dream within the dream, blind faith that this evolution to be a cyborg’s It
Madness that human species will evolve into the robots of the Jetsons, Flintstones all bulls#it.

High as Mt Everest & as low as the center of the fire, Hydrogen & Whiskey with my gypsy
All I ever needed was the open opportunity to light up the darkness with hot fire & blue sea
Pencils, pens, digital signatures & cyborg fetishes leading to the freaks without parental IQ
Lumps of veal calves & mutton-meat sheep for the aliens of the Other Place, House of Blue.

Yeah, I got some junkyard poetry, rhymin’ words for the wounded but still free, shout Holes
Shakin’ it up to groom the ones who’ll be left behind with the wounded, kissin’ ‘em farewell
Hound dogs and the silent gods only in the words of the books, they ain’t all that s#it rolls
Hominy grits in your belly, ready now for the white lightening, 7 day 365, this ring a bell?

Jagged rocks just an accident of the explosion, super nova blows & black hole sucks it all
Back & forth, I’m hip to the rigmarole in the tides, the river flows, the spin and wobble
Bloody thunder scared me at first, now it’s the reminder that I’m not dead yet, I am real
Not forever, it’s the Truth, be One now though, I am what it is to be One, I’m Knowbody.

Sky ain’t black, you’re observing Outerspace a billion miles from anyplace else, 1 Earth ball
Only in your mind, your head makes it up to feel the embrace of a spirit unknown, it’s y’all
Hunters, gatherers, fishermen and hoarders of the gatherers’ wealth & gold, it’s a Wall street

Perfection ain't an option, sentenced to birth & death ad infinitum, on yo' knees, fait accompli.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 3-10 MCCXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Kicked out the jams while listenin’ to #WhiskeyAndWheels in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/bDFEwOd3YBY?si=YrChKOwnqv30GzqS }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

COMEDY & TRAGEDY, GTFOI!