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AIN’T NO MURPHY’S LAW

Take my twisted word for it, that’s all of it and here at the lovely Hotel California, all ya need

Murphy’s voice says things no one comprehends because languages are foreign tongue-bleed

Until battles & wars waged kill the unhinged species of every continent, there will be chaos

Wicked or a bit bad, Saintly or mostly good & hardly squeaky clean, like y’all & your bosses.

I ain’t casting aspersions or in other words, judge not, lest I be judged, is my own mantra

It’s been easy to follow the categorical imperative to do unto others as I’d desire for a son

Nobody on the lawns in front of my house since I live I a penthouse of a high rise in a city

No need to fuss about going in and out for this and that, I ain’t worried about havin’ fun.

Watch the disguise of the discussion for the hidden meaning, there isn’t anything hidden

You’ll be analyzing the lines for what’s not there from my mind, it’s all an original, a big sin

Hiding lying eyes behind shades is a remarkable idea, I wish I’d thought of that years ago

It’s a fact of life that I was too damn cool for school, y’all many of y’all had the same show.

Chicago to Texas, Mississippi & Montana, California I spent those decades to rock & spin

All of y’all need to settle down & take total control of your behavior, don’t be a big screw

To the obedience of regulations & laws of civilized freedom to be alive & do what you do

Pretending is over, reality is setting into your conscious mind, cause & effects of action.

What was written on the inner cave walls by the intelligent Cro-Magnon, it’s already gone

Sights unseen and returning to the cosmic dust never before able to introspect upon One

On the stretches road that only a hitchhiker can access, picked up by locals’ antennae high

On demand that we all do and say everything perfectly as if we were perfect yet we ain’t.

I always knew I knew what Love was, what it is & always will be, a way to fixate “yo’ mama”

In order to fully appreciate the way that’s so narrow you think you’re on the wrong path out

Baked the goods & diablo’s evils into the ugliest amongst the tribes & herds worldwide Alah

My BIC lighter lit up the darkness with a spark that couldn’t be more than a radar blip, brah!

The load got loose, used the dump truck to drop it all off at the brickyard refuse yard dump

Pints swigged, shots fired in fireball form, boiled makers into a hot mess of cosmic debris

It is then, we’ve arrived at the future turned into the past, omnipresent in shape and form

North & South poles of the rotating, orbiting planets, Earth included, will animate eternity.

Call it fictional appellations so you can make much ado about the nothingness, it’s alright

Below upper echelons there’s a gathering for a big feast, stabbing with jagged, steely knives

It’s all for one & one for all routine, simple setup for the innocent & faithful to the blue blood

Harm absorbed, suffering in pain sublimated into a psychic realm of aftereffects the hood.

Lights dimmed into the black ultravioletish, low wavelength with that high frequency wave

I’ll wait here while you discover a reason for being alive on Earth, strong species all survive

Weak species become extinct & only resume their evolution through scientific intervention

In a test tube or a beaker, heated & corrupted in original form, a thing from nothing but sin.

Sin is laced and the cards are stacked, no matter how you slice it, you’re guilty of the crime

Allow your mother to read you mind but close it tight in every other case, it’s orphans’ Time

Guilt & responsibility for the morality and ethics of the minions, sabotage’s Idea itself, dies

As a phoenix rises, so you will too with or without the guardians, above the fray & holy lies.

Now, assuming Murphy’s Law is accurate, “If it can go Wrong, it will go Wrong.” Butter toast

Butter side down, gravity pulls the heavy side down too, on the ground, no worries mostly

Hard knocks headed in our direction because we’re in the way, move & pivot for correction

Frozen Time, melted in Space, expecting perfection results in that occurrence in It all, son.

Solids, liquids & gases are the reality of these doors between Us & eternity, pathos myths

Epic eras come and go, if not recollected via tools that mark surfaces in sensible glyphs

Money in gold or territory, it’s all it’s always been, nothing more nor less, a brief sojourn

We got the reason and the rhyme, we lived & we died mercy to you, my & mom’s unborn.

Truth is being told right now, I had everything in order, all categories full engaged in play

Monkeys on the soup line just like the people, they thought their mommies & daddies say

Just take the handouts, they got the program & couldn’t detach from deception, buggers

Full house with aces over cowboys, doesn’t beat four deuces, which is a hand in mine

I’llhump the bass for the backbeat of the drums, rhythm & rhyme to follow lemon squeeze

There is no subject, no object, no predicate, no adverbs, no articles, no verbs either, please

Leave out the super egos we inherited from immigrants who comingled diverse RNA decoys

Gave us the business, kids from the 50’s to the 70’s then tried to oppose us wonder boys.

Fierce as enlightened apostles of the void, no place in the universe for mankind’s silk ilk

Ends all come down to this, it began and ran its course between a bang & chocolate milk

There’s no joke here, why are you laughing, what’s funny, are you serious? Clowns stank

You know Murphy’s Law is that if it can, it will go wrong, and you can take that to the bank.

Ice melts, you know that & milk spoils, ex-wives miss you, at the border, you get pinned down

Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky, twinkle, twinkle, little star, as a clown

Unknown about the unknown since before history began, a cluster ingestion down the throat

Hair is a feather in the cap for the style of cut your father decided to sculpt, #Hairpie, wrote.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-28-2025 Anno Domini @ 1533 hours PT

{ Crafted while Jazz jammin’ to top 100

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@Somewhere #OnABeach #LittleGossipRuinsYoWholeDay #BootsNeedKnockin' #PlaySomethingCountry @EVERLAST #ImCominHomeToYouGirl I want my @Nickelback #PuddleOfMud

ALL THINGS

 ROLL DOWNHILL, SYSYPHUS IS ROLLIN’ UPHILL

Gods who passed stones through the creations kidneys didn’t remain the same game

Nobody hunted the gods any longer, the caves got buried in earthquakes, paper burnt

Memories that survivors could remember was passed on by word-of-mouth, no choice

Free or indentured by the boss of the first to come & first to be served as a master voice.

Time was never on a watch, a clock, an hourglass or a sundial of shadow pointing, an illusion

Days spin to nights due to planetary revolution & orbital ellipse 180 + miles around God’s Sun

Assuming atheists know any more than the cloak & dagger blind faith believers, priest to pope

Momentary duration from thought to illusion, after you’re born or before you’re woke doped.

Lapsed the memory of the candle burning, thought was thinking on the fly in the stark dark

Not my free choice, I am a victim of circumstance just like the rest of the all too human larks

Ready to fly away with wings once the final crack at heart beating ceases to be, you and me

Parades and processions for the end of the sniffing & snorting the gas in and out, not to be.

Fine at the same time that it ain’t alright, I’m missin’ the squares themselves, power of family

Eyes’ pupils dotted with the light of the golden dawn, answering perennial questions for free

No need for a dissertation to be written down or orally spoken on a colloquium philosophia T

Means to the Ends follow a straight line, Life as we know it until we don’t, rigor mortis to be.

Between the lines which were originally a figment of the imagination with nothing better to do

Teachers locked in exams & pop quizzes before the semester began, A students ruled the roost

Bloody or just leaking sewer liquid, foul water and rancid refuse from who knows what ol’ fool

Laid it all down, it flowed downhill to the bottom-feeders who never sleep, infinity payin’ dues.

Win what I won with dubious integrity, didn’t catch me countin’ cards in Vegas or Reno, my gold

You know the drill, play the game & cheat ourselves before the repentance and reward, I’m old

You know the same ol’ song, plays a million times a day, a million people die every day, all souls

Neverland wasn’t an option before overdue death, it comes post-mortem, brain-dead arseholes.

Shine my shoes or not, they might be sneakers or combat boots, hush puppies soft, I’ll step it up

Songs written for the feeling I get when the lights fall into spectrum, rainbow wavelength droop

Infrared cocktails and shots of ultraviolet rays that only a God could love, out of this world wine

Grapes squeezed the knowledge into wisdom only to be forgotten in a black hole, mama so fine!

Really, the Truth is at the top of the mountain which can only be climbed by Sisyphus’ two feet

No comfortable hiking boots in the day, in fact, barefoot & calloused to avoid the meet & greet

Hate and Love alternate the positive and negative state of being alive, charge of atom, it fired up

Blown to smithereens, banged a sky’s great, wide open, UFO would be shocked, y’all phuq’d up.

There’s a moment in every minute when you can either score or lose it all in a crash and burn it

Playing games and working the crowd for tips & stipend by hour, month or year, full of the #Chit

Then y’all retire and the sun goes down, losing teeth one at a time, soul is clear of an original sin

I am in and out just like always, it’s gonna all implode eventually, not my creation, right cousin?

I’m fine not being able to high five or slip anyone some skin, shake hands, slap Dap but it’s OK

Skynyrd and ZZTop hittin’ the Kenwood amp & Bose 901 speakers, turned up Hillbilly Deluxe so

I could hear every thought, every word of the cowboys, playin’ the burnt rubber & doin’ a blow

Nice to be alive, as long as you ain’t too high or drunk, long gone, fine, I’m in for the long play.

Dream is over once you’re woke, awake or awakened is the ultimate best, it’s like fishin’ Trout

They come & go, before & after dark, dusk or dawn makes no difference with right bait no doubt

It goes up & down, my friend caught all the fish, he put oil magic on his bait, I didn’t, I got Jack

Meaning nothing but cheating is everything to the cheaters, the cheated are just way outback.

Privates are publics and vice versa, up and down, in and out, all around the circle forever days

Never ending until eyes close & you see nothing at all except what the dead see forever phase

Drink the spirits, keep ‘em down the hatch or they’ll regurgitate en masse, just because y’all can

Hair of the dog, nevermore, a black raven seemed to squeak post 3 Margaritas, I was shot, man!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Trippin’ with or without you, jammin’ this out of my craw while jammin’ to this excellent song, #SomthinAboutATruck by https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E?si=4q2TZuViK75VZu0p }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShortPeopleGotNobody ... but @Xteena @Aguellera #ShortPeopleGotMe #GodsAintHereAnymoreMan #HesOShy #LOCOMOTION #RollWithIt #SoloMenteTu #Candyman & #LaFlaca @Santana

PRESENCE HAS THE FUTURE PAST THE PRESENT PRESENCE NO SCAT ET AL

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Harmony of the diminished and seventh chords when the major & minor cannot allow trips

Sweeping the middle of the road with the vacuum suck of the Black Hole we are in the sips

Of whiskey, rye, vodka, gin & terrible BBQ food for the celebration, hip to a three-dog fling

Dreaming without even sleeping, one frame after the other in rapid motion, do your thing.

Old news, like all good news is over before it has begun, a mind is a terrible thing to waste

Two minds not merging to be at one is a tragedy like no other, it is a cup of tea & all of that

Mongrels & winos filling in between the 10-inch curbs up and down tenth avenue’s freeze

Be the witness and the objective subject ready to be judged by unequals like all of these.

Where you want to go & precisely when we’ll get this show on the road, it’s a wake-up call

From the casino or just the hotel in the middle of somewhere over the rainbow in a h all

Complete transcendence is your peace, to lack this is the battle of the good & holy war

Magnificent yet subordinated with learned, wise men with PhD degrees and golfing par.

Fixed prices between your penny & mine, it is the producer of the show who envelops

All characters in complete control of thoughts and actions, on an invisible third stage

You came, saw & you conquered with any homotope given back to the first page, son

No mention of End Times until Genesis allows a flip to the stately, counter revolution.

Went outside of my mom & dad’s house back on Superior Street in Chicago, my cords

Where it all began, up and down the stairs, in and out of the front and out back doors

All I can say after 73 years is #GiveMeSomeMore, I don't ever want a twilight zone

More of this here, right here and now, is the need of both One and The Many hordes.

Simple pimple on the fur covered skin, festered to be the narrow way to the final ends

Escape is not an option, you & I have no free will or independence from the nightmare

Control the guilt inside, let it go, there'ss no afterlife torture of planetary worry, It’s a ruse

You know it deep down inside your rigor mortis, it is out of your control, y’all ship of fools.

Talkin’ scat right in the middle of the dream, whether it ends in Time or not, it is academic

Below the surface of the dirty, rocky Earth, in the center there is absolutely a hot core lick

It is what moves the unmoved mover from being at rest for eternity, drunk & gonna hiccup

Wound up dead from the exhaustion of feeling good and happy for too long, phuq’d it up.

Precision input an output from the direct to the alternating currents up your spine’s line

Hip to the mischief others attempt to perpetrate so I hit before I am hit, it’s art of war prep

Perfect and fine as it is and will always be, with or without you or I, “X” right here & now

Flowing like a rivulet underground, holy holes where the rats cram into the stank condo.

Count just a viscount without the territory, yet a mere human, all too humane like heroes

Waiting for the need to help the unfortunate and weak among us, it won’t be much longer

Barbarians & ladies of the night repopulate the daytime, dirt stops rotating, thy will’s done

Chronic chords speakin’ melody and ultimate conditions of the lyrics, down to the bone.

The deal you did not agree to is nevertheless your only option to play guilty-innocent games

Those days have expired, this is the epilogue that usually doesn’t see the light of yesterday

Historical as the things were are now antithetical to the Truth in all ways, 24/7 all my fame

Robbin’ rat-infested ‘hood and only the bloody lead can end the run, rub on @Ben-Gay.

Bottle whiskey and a vile of oil to blow your mind in and out of the box seats, as above it

Below above the threshold of knowing anything at all, healthy sceptics live a longer skit

Never believe hook, line & sinker anything that anybody says, your soul knows morons, Al

This is all you’ll ever need to know, live it up while alive, Darkness, I say, “Right On!” et al.

Away back in Time, my case in particular and in general, as the dream began I got woke up

From the slumber of the world the adults’ blind faith in the unknown caused the empty cup

Nothing inside of the Void, inside of the inner circle, all the dead are way gone in RNA blood

Wrong or right, this is has happened, gift or penance, original sin knows, a pope’s own God.

Fortunately you will remain both ignorant and innocent due to your inheritance of free will

Simple or complex as propositional logic requires, I know Nothing as well as any other shill

Soulful, animation of neurons firing head to toe, coitus interruptus of rigor mortis overflow

Substance in Platonic form, stuff of Aristotelian significance, as above it happens so below.

Repeat no more than necessary, forevermore, reincarnate invisible egos, subatomic charm

Download and reboot for sustainable input and output into the cybersphere out on a farm

Punks nudging the others into their #ComeUppins they’ll accept until death, follow A Plan

Higher or lower than you care to be, personally or in general, cadaver preface God & Man.

Drank alcohol until my hot blood cells overflowed with a confusing elixir, causing Mi Morte

Without a sensation, realize that you’re lucky to be here & lucky you’re not sick unto death

Mothers and fathers either helped or hindered the ones they spawned, it’s a 3rd rail of a hen

Quibbling about the #MeansOfProduction, @Marx, @Stalin, @Lenin, cancels infinite Zen.

I am both here and now and heretofore, I will not be at some point at Earth’s spin around

The Ho Cosmos does what it does, I’m lucky to have philosophized & listened to the sun

Burning photons into my memory I can’t remember at all, I cannot recall anything fun

No recollection of playing, laughing at jokes, having climactic episodes, Silent Sound.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 7-2-2025 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{  Dropped this nugget in awe, while jammin’ to @ArmstrongAndGetty @kste650 6-10 AMPST M-F or podcast yer behind off & jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/PFdr_p7I6PY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 escrima

#MilesDavis #SilkSmooth #MrBean #ImFLY #KoolMoDee #SnoopDogg #Springsteen YOU NEVER CAN TELL, CAN YOU?

DOGS IN FLIGHT ARE IN THE FIGHT

Pink as twenty two sixty sixes, misantropic as above, so below, see One & ya seen 'em all

Monkeys, female humans, male humans, smoking and drinking to death, shot by shot fall

To the underground with a bag of grenades, at the bar or in church at mass, praying to God

That you’ll live forever after death, life is a struggle & can’t be a reward in a fruit garden pod.

Simple mind, brain empty of gods, full of scatological terminology from the golden book ends

Hot or cold from the griddle, it’s grits to fill the innards full of the goods to turn to the mensa

Smart and bright as sunlight and secret intel nobody else knows but you, it’s occult magic sic

How and why are the reasons why Man exists, why Woman begets egg hatching like tok tik.

Live or dead, prove you see through the veils, tell me what’s on the other side of this thing

Itself all there is everywhere in Space, one dimension to the other, four cornered bar room

Drinks on me at the Last Call for alcohol, I got mine, you get yours here and now or never

Mainline between me & you, down here in the middle of nowhere, I’m in one Philly fever.

Brotherly love or not, I’ll take the hits head to toe, I’ve got skills to repel your assault head

Between your eyes, the last thing you’ll ever see is your eyelids’ skin inside as y’all are dead

Nothing like heaven or hell remains to house the invisible hoard of blessings and grace to be

High and mighty, low and downright negligible to the equation, Life equals a dead food tree.

Buy time, it’s not for sale, you’ll get nothing in return for the gold you spend, it’s priceless

All you have and will ever have is not enough to pay the price, settle for being shameless

Accept free things without remuneration just because you’re a princess or prince of the fall

From above and below the Earth, vacuum without gas is the rest of the story, have a ball.

You will do what we shall all do, live and then die, no recollecting the acts good or evil scat

Here’s a given, premises assumed to be true are actually false and contradictory to the fact

Those blinded and deaf hard of hearing people are the ones who paid sacrificial lamb chops

All for the above and below causes and effects of gas in syncopated locomotion, all Psi-ops.

All pumped so full of hot air that the rubber blew out past the rim liner, there’s no AAA’s

Nowhere in sight for the next car rollin’ through the Hell Hole in Nevada, an A-bombed It

Promoting the rhythm and the beat to make your toe tap and fingers pop the snap phase

Bimbos and Clod Hoppers have mingled behind a masquerade, fools droppin’ purple haze.

As if you care, you don’t except for yourself, you’re hunger, you’re thirst, need & desire It all

Birth to death, you & I are in for the duration, today, tomorrow, a year or decade et al, we fall

Complicated to have this blind faith in the unknown, the rational animal’s reasons for us being

Here for a while then forgotten for eternity, no soul sacrifice or karma fiasco, that’s all folks, &

Well, you’ve got a lot of nerve standing there in front of my face, fabricating the whole truth

Nothing but the Truth is a Lie, nobody knows the Truth, religion and philosophy all deep fakes

Not only was there Nothing but Space before a Big Bang but also there’ll be Nothing post it all

Wait and see what I mean, the day you’re incinerated or coffinited, dust in the windy city fall.

It is both marginal and universal, all sets of everything with a word for atomic anomalies as I’s

Egos that die as they’ve been conceived in holy darkness with no money maker, God dies guys

I will only say this once, do not shoot the messenger, if only you knew the day you were born

That you’re nothing but an out of control growth of RNA’s confusion, all about a blown horn.

Follow me into the rabbit hole, it’s dark but you’ll get used to the darkness’ dead silence too

Monkeys hate the solitary isolation, apes naked or folliculated for the mortal sin of the skin

Black, brown or flesh-wounded alabaster, bastards phuqin’ their sisters and mothers, kung fu

Hard to accept the Truth is a Lie, no proof either way, it’s all a 50/50 proposition’s original sin.

You didn’t request a soul vaccination, it was imposed upon your arms, invasive needle doom

Now there’s nothing left to see ahead of us all, naught but dead air, Outerspace’s dorm room

Subjects & predicates without a peep, nary an atom near another, spread out infinity’s scum

Blacksmith put it all together, metal forged transubstantiated the plethora, Be One, Ask One!

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r j j  stephan i

c. Samedhi, 5-31-2025 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Sliced out the Cosmos while jammin’ to ‘thudding’ of @LouisPrima & @BennyGoodman #SingSingWithASwing youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Hzjrj6yUJvk?si=5gBwVijMySfVfTc6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?