#BluesBrothers #TheEagles #TowerOfPower #TheRollingStones #EntourageFIRED #JimiHendrix

BEASTS' BURDEN, PLAYER-SPECIES DURING EXTINCTION

I don't care, senses of all except the smell & taste, it makes no senset

Yet I hear every strike via 10pins dropping to TNT exploding ordinance

Common humans and the primates they're related to are a remnant folk

Of gods who came & died, buried underground & burned up in a smoke.

Trim your head's dead cells from your bald head, shaved all too close

As if you're stroking your senseless skull, a dream worth havin' too

If not this somnambolism then there's always the emptied Void's thrust

Within all souls, invisible subatomic particles eat gods' neutrino dust.

Marking the x's & o's to designate the play of A-game, to score & win

That's everything's theory, to be or not to be & make it prosper in sin

Sucking all gravity out of the container leaves Nothing at all, I am

Absurdly, a play on Evil-Live staged preludes to a finale, royal scam.

Morons & idiots left behind to run the show, a production of intentions

Will to power produces products, keep it in mind, blind lead the blind

From the first held hand to one last grip on subatomic reality, 3rd kind

Liberated from reality's chain reaction to withhold gods' sons.

High above or low below, as a conscious experience, breathing hot air

We named LIFE as we know it, what Man does stylin' girls' hair

All for One and One for All, fathers, mothers, sisters-brothers singing

Miraculous ENDS,  display no reason to BE, a #Laugh-in laugh, guffaw.

Bring your ordinance to suboordinate any dominant before you eat it all

Consummation of the matter to sublimate the power into a cool cat call

Complicated simplicity so that the imbecile may assimilate without It

Genius needs a god within or the matter, just a prelude to being shat.

Freedom to die no more, survival is necessary & sufficient, oh immortal

Nevermore to rot in dugouts, graves of Earth red & black gold dirt, pal

Holy soul, rubber-tinfoil, mythological empty vacuum, I name fathers

Beyond Ends, copasetic beasts of burden see Nothing but a bunch of mothers.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XVI, MMXXii Anno Domini Mercredi @ 111 AMPST

{ Kicked this in the false teeth this AM while jammin' to #TheBluesBrothers link @ https://youtu.be/mVm8soroPJY & #TopGun ...don't think, just do... link @ https://youtu.be/6YaH04MZRmg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#HikeTheGodsDamnedBalls #Touchdown #GameOVER

MY SHADOW'S FLASHING A PEACE SIGN 

Are we accidentally a matter/Time warp or  hyperbolic acceleration of H2O

In a leather jacket just a matter of fact, invented Truth about Dick and Jane

All get to speak, to talk and walk the walk of the fish in the lazy river stream

Sufficient & necessary condition for an accidental collision's surreal dream.

To be or not to be here and now is not a function of the calculus' corn to pop

It is the product of a hodgepodge of abnormal effects born from stars' slop

Nothing more nor less than what it's always been & always will be, all Suns

It's sunny forever, regardless of the clouds that obfuscate the inner visions.

Well now, it's high time we all got the lowdown on the nature of the ice beast

Frozen cold as stone that rock the planet's molten lava in a solid form piece

Thriller in a deep, dark, empty hole to be seen by nobody anyhow, anyway

Lights are green and red, before you cross streets, look both ways at least.

Distracted driving a covered wagon over a cliff, ways and means are caput

In the final crush of my skin & bones stabbed, splintered wood debt afoot

Always knew it was there since it is what I am, where I came from, I'm It

The thing itself, the form of the material world, an animated, epileptic fit.

Gone past the time of awareness' being, no light or sound in this vacuum

Books of words, arguments of the natural order I deduce a reason, son

Money, diamonds, gold, paper promises of repaying a thin dime, a cent

In the end, a finale granted the expectation, too human, deadman rant.

No need for a crossed wood to crucify, incarcerate spirits behind a daze

Until the end of breathing and heart beating, it's the all too human ways

Putting the animals to sleep because they can't behave, as above so below

Divine at One, you're fortunate to be, it's got a line on your ebb and flow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST Mercredi

{ Granted light out of the darkness today while jammin' to #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie by https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ExtinctionIsWhatPeopleDo #ReDuxDittos @Sublime @GovtMule @SteelyDan @EltonJohn

 

 

ROLL THE HIPPY LOANS, RIPPIN' PhDs A NEW ONE & ONLY WAY OUT

Naked apes crawl all over Earth, every one of the seven continents, ships ahoy at sea

Departments of the whole shebang have vanished, workers retired & quit ahead of me

Universities and colleges of metaphysical and physical indoctrination in a holy vacuum

Of the all too humane gods of the pantheon above and below, flabbergasted & dumb.

My own is all gone, yours is still here and now, you can take a toke & smoke it away

With the ash fire leaves in the wake, it'll be the only cover you need in your soul of clay

Nothing is like that, it's got no mass because it doesn't exist, an idea of cow chew cud

Face of seven holes to house the sentient being inside 208 bones full of marrow blood.

Puny or gargantuan, the things you & I move around the plane's surface, turn to dust

As it is & always has been, atoms collapse or blow wide open for Life to exist, a must

This is how it will always be, always with you & me to pretend that it's more than gas

More than the Time spent in Space for a hundred years, more or less, it's so God-fast.

Didn't learn to survive?  Therefore you expire, you die and don't exist for bum's junk

They come walkin' up and down your avenues and boulevards, cutting your soul funk

Bleedin' out on the ground of being where the first meteor crashed into worm bones

DNA animated the rocks & rolled 'em uptown, I'm smiling, I'm laughing, you're stones.

I need to know what you think about something kind of personal, be a smarty pants

Nevermind your memory of being evil while you're alive, y'all will be the good grants

Idiots and ignorant morons with the power to rule the herd drive us all to extinction

Of all good men and vermin that feed upon the food scraps and wraps, junkyard skin.

They all, one and every single iota of matter in any form from atom to star, rock God

Meaning everything that exists in any dimension of Time within an Infinite Space pod

Speed of light undeterred by Space friction, atmosphere of H2O & slowed to a crawl

Unexcited by the trip between nothing & everything that exists, allows shock & awe.

Dead isn't a comprehensible concept to anything other than a living, survival thing

Just an opposite effect of running from being eaten or indentured by the Unknown

Adventure nevertheless, I look into a prism for just One, a single point's black light

Impossible known power of Forms, Happiness, Good, Gog, I am not, It's outta sight.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 2000 hours

{ I cyber drafted while listenin' to @JodieFoster interview @ActorsStudio link @ https://youtu.be/quKSneNHVXc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

kissin the mess, beatin the rest... comes & it goes, save it, it's WAYGONE

DOG LOOK, YOU LOOK, CRACK THAT WHIP, I'M YOUR MASTER, NOPE, READY TO ROCK!

It's never easy when it's hardly a moment after love ends & you laugh it off

Seems antithetical to the song but the sad song is a love song, hard or soft

Meant to be a little happy and a little sad, everybody knows the feeling way

Memories either come back or they're gonna come another day, another lay.

It's not for me to say, it's not even for me to know what happened, ship ahoy

No reincarnatino anywhere in my recollection, this is my first rodeo, ol' cowboy

Meeting in the middle or on either of the dead ends, the song remains the same

Attention paid in full, the reward is pending doom, all there is & ever was, lame.

That's all folks, that's all there is to it, I wish it wasn't the same but it is, i think

If I am what I've accepted I am, a man, a human, alive on Earth's fictional play

From the dawn of Act 1 to the dusk of the Finale, I took my freedom to the bank

In church or out in the philosophical desert where my ship wrecked smokin' dank.

OK though, it all comes out fine in the end, a dream within a dream of all our sum

Ships ahoy, we're goin' down slowly, it's gonna get there & begin again, ad infinitum

Motion of the ocean, stillborn kids, boys, girls hermaphrodites, fish in the sea of Me

All of it dried up, like Mars, Venus, Mercury and Saturn, balls of gas, the God's glee.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Drafted due to DELETION of the White Wine, here's the Red Wine poured while listenin' to @TheOjays #YouGotTheHooksInMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3Cau-MFQFo8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

#PeaceOfPiecesOfPies #RhubarbBlueberrySkies #WatermelonSugar & #Coltrane

YEAH YOU KNOW...

PAWNS, ROOKS, BISHOPS, QUEEN, KING & KNIGHTS, CHECKMATE IN AN EMPTY BLACK HOLE

Rhetorical conclusion is a deduction from the false premises of Words

Bad and ugly have anything that is good pinned down for the count, 1, 2

Monkeys really don't care what happens to them when they die, no fear

Of Death & the stench that emits from the corpses, bury 'em all year.

Underground or in an urn, some lost at sea or disappeared into thin air

Space and Time dealing the cards, rollin' the die, playin' by rule, share

In the end it's gonna be dark & probably quiet like a church's mass fling

Simply to comprehend the breathless gasp of finality, delightful swing.

Killer bees and fleas should be all you need to move the gods to despair

Makin' honey, stingin' and biting other life forms in any goddess' hair

Long flow or short butch crew cut, what's critical is the Johnson we got

Creator animal zoos or cracker's farm of talkin' stock, breed-love alot.

Killin' yourself inside before the corpse appears to rot on the outside of

The light or dark skin that the blind don't regard, it's good & the bad

Ugly matter-forms misshapen but only the strong ones can survive this

Cause and Effect motion of the Earth's revolving rotation, orbital bliss.

Alternative to your mother & father is a test-tube or dreamer's snooze

In a dream within another dream ad infinitum, eternal repitition in Blues

A reward for coming to a party only a mother and sister could throw me

Goin' far away from the place in Space that compromise it All for free.

Just being conceived in love or in rage is enough to punch the ticket in

Wasted or utilized for efficient adaption to the changing grace & sin

Idiots gettin' killed by their own big guy, a disturbed Space outside It

Being the whole planet, this It, smoke alive, fire & ice in air, aw shit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 303 PMPST

{ Cast this demon #InVitro out of my psyche-womb later in the day than normal, a bit of solar/lunar interference yet not enough to stop this audio-tweek link to Today's #BarelyPhilosophicalTripe @John_Coltrane #MyFavoriteThings (1961) link @ https://youtu.be/UlFNy9iWrpE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GovernmentMule #BrooksAndDunne @GaryClarkJr #Springsteen

SMALL TOWN #420 BLOODY TRUTH CANNOT BE HAD, NO REASON, HIGH RHYME

I lied & I laughed, I believed with the blindest of faith, trust I give to Truth absolute, the bomb

Of the tiny mice and big, fat men who rule the tower of babble, it is the name of the ol' tomb

Your parents are AWOL, you're hungry and either beg, borrow or steal, The Life is on the blink

Not because you're bad, evil or mean but just because you think you don't ever have to think.

Speaking of the revolution, Earth's just another planet spinnin' around the sun?  So glad now?

Addicted to Nothing, need as much as I can absorb in a Chucky Cheesehead ignorant C.O.W.

Girls and boys in the rooms they've designated as with pants or with a skirt, one or the other

A mean tweet back in the 1960's meant that there was a nasty bird out of the nest, brother.

It may have been your mother or father, sister, brother, maybe a cousin or a besty old friend

Many or one who matters the most, all of them, every single individual who I will now offend

China has a billion boys & girls growning into mean tweets from the cyberspace of olden gods

Where do you send your army & navy if you want to protect the silver & gold from the duds?

Let us roll away from the hand like a holy bowling ball on a Thursday night, where's my dad?

He bowled with the shoes & the ball of his free choice, a league of firemen and truck drivers

Steal property of others who mean nothing to a heathens' bottom which only produces Hell

Fire that is modified by the H2O, dirt that's mutated by the androids who programmed a Fall.

Muscles & sinews holding the weight & mass together in a bag of bones to be or not to be

Buried, burnt, compressed into infinity inside with the insiders and just One outsider, Me

I am what has always been known as the End of The World, you're welcome, & I thank you!

For a word to the wise may be a phrase, sentence or body's volume of work, You, the blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i  #420 timing is everything!

c.  Lundi, August First, Twenty-Twenty-Two Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Transferred out of the grey matter in this form, matter & form is all there is & here is the only part you need to get on with your Day, 50/50 chance it's your LAST...enjoy #IBelieve by @KikBrooks & @RonnieDunne the LINK @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#ParanoidSchizophrenic #FarmersDaughters #TruckInTheField #BeerOnIce #ScottFreeCruise

WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU STARIN' AT?  GOOD GENES IN THE FAM Y'ALL

It never really mattered at all what the outcome would be at the end of the road

You knew & I knew we'd all get there eventually, not really know but we had faith

In the unknown and how because of our conception, we were owed by the powers

That be both you, me & every other living thing on Earth, so lucky to be here & now.

Where there's a Will to power, there's a guy or a gal dancin' around in circles, dancin'

Barefootin' or slippery soles of the leather and suede movin' around the floors wood

In a minute or a couple hours, there was a prize to get, a phone number to call, good

To get a date on the weekend tryin' to get some sweet huggin' & kissin' at the drive-in.

Again, a simple mind has performed an atomic reaction, either fusion or fission of dicks

This universe as it is & always was, before & after me & you, before God existed here

There is a high probability the God & other divine beings will not survive an extinction

Sat around until I died in sin & somebody rolled me up & smoked me too, three or six.

Fried my small mind, what's left of it after the 1960's & 1970's when I was a genius too

Lost nearly everything over the years of all of the fire and wind blowin' me down under

Chased the clouds & the fish until I found the girls & then snagged to my better half, aw

Better to state the Truth than to pussy foot around it, your trouble could become a saw.

I love my life with this woman of the century, I have known & observed, irreplaceable X

She's got it all of it, singin' & dancin' over my gravity of this star, I'm at one with the twos

So, in the end or before the beginning, there's an identical essence, word up your noses

Just because you thought you were so pretty & could get me, "How do ya like me now?"

THERE'S NO REASON FOR BEING ALIVE OTHER THAN finding you, here, how you do

You do what you need to do whether I like you or not,  I know you now or not at all, cool

Some hearts need to break in two, meaning absolutely nothing other than cry like a baby 

Heaven's really far for lonely boys, in prison or free, most you ever recover is one final day!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July 19th, 2022 A.D. @ 544 PMPST

  * header's my COUSINE @NADINE_STEPHAN ! *

{ #Kicked this out the holy hole in my head while jammin' to the mighty @DireStraits #DownTotheWaterline link @ https://youtu.be/PNO_fdDmFjs & @BruceSpringstgeen #TwoHeartsAreBetterThanOne link @ https://youtu.be/CsGLF8hHtT0 )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheEaglesConcertSacramento #SeemsToMeYouWannaWalkAway #WorstMessIveEverBeenIn #ComeWhatMay

GOT THIS RIGHT?  IT WASN'T REALLY WASTED TIME?  UH OH.

Think about this on the third of October or was it the thirtieth?  Tell me the truth mama

You know I rolled down here in the valley to be with you & let you tell me what gods sit

I mean what's goin' down in the here and now & why in the name of the gods did we be

Of the unknown and on the way back to it, supernova or black hole suckin' us into a pit.

Cities in the summertime, like where I'm from, Chicago BORN balding eagle, shot a birdy

It was a lucky shot of a broken neck goose, you could have eaten, instead you wasted It

Now you pay in the Karmic ways, do unto others as you'd want them all to do unto y'all

Gone the distance between Hades & Valhalla, we talked about it in every language's chit.

Angels as unreal as your unborn great grand children, just a virtual set of concepts to reheat

Raw or rotten really doesn't matter at all, as soon the sugar tree gets shook, it's a spooky ass

That's what moves all of the living things, spooky as Holoween at midnight, a trick or a treat

It's a matter of Time & Space, a conglomeration of the words expressing the hydrogen gas.

On or off of the streets of San Francisco or Elk Grove Village, home of OHare Chicago metro

Seein' outside of the place, there's something to look at but you're lookin' the other way, oh

Parental guidance is never required but suggested if you desire an easier life for your kiddies

We've got a set amount of days ahead, if you're alive tonight you may be all gone tomorrow.

Everybody and everything above and below the things themselves and their essence & form

Story is about the beginning and end of the story, yours, mine & everybody elses, fish a worm

What is happening in the middle of the oceans and lakes is not the same as the ponds & bogs

Daylight ahead of the ignorance & you see what everybody now dead saw, lilly leaves & frogs.

First and last time you're gonna try to get it right, instead of failing & making the good the bad

Leaving ugly for the beautiful may be true in a fairy tale but that's not reality on planetary flam

Earth is the dirt it's made of and that's some starstuff we can't recognize because we're so sad

Thinkin' we've been left behind in this wasted-ass time, decades, a century or a flash in the pan.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Lunki @ 3:33 PMPST

{ A Two-a-Day 35 footer, sometime in a scattered moment, need & want to form an opinion about the Eagle performers, the rockers with chips on their shoulders but they all got over it & my darlin' & I will be in two seats in Sacramento tomorrow evening, gonna hear this set & #HotelCalifornia set & more 'cause they LOVE Sac, Eagles (Melbourne #FarewellTour concert @ https://youtu.be/UiuuSFk5gnk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D

#LadiesAllInsaneInShambala #NOTED #NeverBeenToHeavenJustOklahoma #IDontRemember #ItDontMatterAnyways #JoyToTheWorldOfFishesInTheDeepBlueSea

 

LET US RIDE A SINGLE SEAT, NO SISSY SEAT, TO SHAMBALA'S TIGHT SQUEEZE

Nest empty of the zygotic divide of love birds and their ilk, parrots & canaries singin' songs

Some right, some wrong, others left & still the majority flank on the right, right the wrongs

Can never accomodate that notion in the violence of universal presence, it's a thing in a vial

Monopoly of the polygamy to procreate, one guy's progeny and nobody else's for survival.

Baked on red Earth, underneath some skin & bone, animated by an unconscious crush to be

More that you feel an obligation to restore confidence in the sector of DBA within holly balls

Which is where the word of nuts came from, are you nuts, are you nutty, a swift kick in the...

In the frying pan & in the boiling pot of water, I fake cuisine as if I'm a chef, menu downfalls.

The forks are centered, the tires are true to the engine's magnificent knucklehead motor hags

Maintenance required now and then less often because I carry my cycle tools in saddlebags

Birth of one's father and mother is essential to existence as I know it, I am the form of matter

Tinkered about recombination of black & blue genes, allele mutated DNA into prey of prayer.

At the altering of the sacrifice, give up your calf or goat or pig to be put upon the pyre, hot air

More than a human has the right to inhale, the air envelope of the monkey is all there is here

I wished 3 times that the facts of life should be:  enjoy the highway robbery, mask up for me

Pumped up for one disease that will kill me, living large on public dolemite, yo mama's free?

Nothing is free though, you ought to know that you & I've no idea what's goin' on o'er here

Blind faith in your being saved when you die, from death & disease of inorganic matter fear

All of it is academic, eating and drinking to live to be a hundred or more, survival's the key

Twisted in a keyhole, the lock & load, my hog slings high horsepower to asphalt, slams me.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER ONE, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Cranked out of a mirror to the bizarro world of ancestral Supermen & Wonderwomen while listenin' to the #DelawareDestroyer on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/KDd7wBXTIRc & @ThreeDogNight #NeverBeenToEspanol link @ https://youtu.be/1mBfGylG6dY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SystemOfTheUpAndOutDownAndInputOutput #BoogieStoogesOnTheLam #DevilDogsRuleEarth #NEVER_FORGET #ever #SeptemberRemember911

NE'ER FORGET, DOLEMITE LOW-RIDER DOG DUST, RUDY RAY MOORE DOUBTS IT

Counter-terrorism is insufficient and quite frankly, a fool's errand for the ol' sheeple

It's not that they desire the ignorant nudges of their gods or some such nudge to sell

Apricots to Zen candles being ingested deep into the wide-open bosom of DNA's ilk

My johnson knows as much as it did on the first waste elimination of mother's milk.

John Henry vomited all over himself due to the sickness unto death of an eagle's crew

From his mother and the gods of his grandfathers' origin, nobody's ever seen any facts

All of the stars beneath heaven above jet-fueled US, bombs away 'fore anybody knew

Molly led the gang of ne'er-do-wells tent camps at the side of alligator railroad tracks.

My woman of this planet is the One I would give up my life for, here and now, I'd bleed

Not going to happen to me but what would happen to you, a cruel king's queen indeed

Conscience of a consciousness which occupies Space at the rear of your mommy's bite

Neither part of happiness nor despair, causes of effects begin with spirit-maggot flight.

Mercy me, you've misunderstood and misconstrued the meaning of the eagle's inflight

To be or not to be the inevitable, fallen angel-bird with winged flight out of its insight

Going on with being on one's own without a co-pilot or crew of three or 12 o'clock high

Is the way it is and will always be from now on until the end of eternity that won't die.

Ma's & pa's spread wild rumours around 50 states of beings, all of 'em just too human

One fathered the realm of Spermine & Hermine, all about a dramatic, soul vaccination

Bad to the bones, all 208 of them, some broke, some fractured yet a jolly rogers rocked

Crossed tibias & bone-headed skulls. centered, eye-patched. bandana tricorns cocked.

Coming through training to get rough and tough to beat or kill the switch in God's hand

Iron left over from the sunburn that brought the supernova into this form of Singularity

Black hole everywhere in & out of a linear equation's complex calculus hi-trigonometry

Revenger of the original sin comes in the finale, a dream in an hourglass' grain of sand.

Bobbing for apples as if Woman didn't take a byte of forbidden fruit in the movie flick

Display of the good, bad & ugly in search of the miraculous & the beautiful, healing sick

Captive audience at the inception, thanks to natural selection the strong survive to see

Woke, awakened yet weak-willed, to be or not to be lost souls on ice of the reaper key.

Recollect the last supper you have never recorded to remember?  It means you forgot

An event from inception to the termination, atoms and nuclei, evolved whole shebang

Can't we be friends at the end when you want to move on down a high road's perdition

Eternity leftovers, a stop signal on @Dolemite way, goddess' orgasms & Originality sin.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  NINE - ONE - ONE, MMXXI anno domini  9:11 AMPST

{ #RhumbaMan @JessieWinchester #Steps-Hans LOLs #KeepItLit baby!  Oh, It's on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lCjdvLbJcp8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

@LosLonelyBoys #Rockin' @TowerOfPower #HITS #CantDrive55MPH @SammyHagar @ThreeDogNight #InTheMoodOrNot @RobertPlant

GOD MADE MAD DAMS, PLATO & THE.44's, HENCE, HORRIFOROUS WORRIES, YOU'RE FIRED {edit}

Nothing of substance & it's atomic content left when death calls your bluff, #FakeNews' hopes

Hunting the surface for something to eat without working for #FakeNews sin, white trash US

It's got a lot of good stuff the white boys just throw into the garbage cans #Saved by the popes

They have nice clothes on their fat covered bones, satin, silk, wool, fleece and I ain't jealous

If you move around inside of a shell and you can't get out to stretch your wings, you're a secada

Become a nymph for 13 years & One won't have predators & all of hatched egg young'll survive

Bums and the junk they peddle on the side streets and alleys among the throngs of succulents

It's a secada world again, this year is the 13th and the hatching will soon commence the scents.

Scribbled a message on a third dimension of the sky, we're upside-down & inside-out in the bed

Consider this, where you yourself, your super ego and Id go every night or day when you squirm

Nowhere, that's correct, it's identical to where you were 'fore a meeting of eggish pseudosperm

Perfection is never a problem, the whole universe is perfect, the parts when detached, undead.

Follow the facts & the politicians will follow you right off of the cliff, it's just this way, don't diz

Mere graffiti scribbled on subway walls, common idiots of epidemic proportions with no reason

No purpose to be alive but you know why you die, stop breathing a minute and boom, see son?

Sick no more in these 208 bones, multidimensional consciousness inherited from homo hablis.

Don't save & don't spend, follow a herd of sheeple right off the cliff to a brutal boneyard scree

I've no idea what kind of moron you think I am but I'm not your token #woke, single black hoe

Seventh son, I am what I am and I can't stands no more, would you mind gettin' off of my Hill

Hey!  Hee, come on man, you know the thing, I think I am, one lost & found spirit's rubber soul.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Thursday, May 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Tripped out of my face & fingers this AM while listenin' to the @TowerOfPower #UrbanRenewal on youTube BEFORE the @Armstrong_GettyShow on @650KSTEAM #DarknessOfTheDay #ToP @https://youtu.be/UrxRJ9HlfZk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesDontCare #AllIWannaDo #JustLetMeGo

<3 YOU? <3

I BEGGED YOU TO STAY, HONEY'S HOLY SMOKE GOT ME OFF, ON THE GRIDIRON

Wonder white bread lumped into a love-blind bleed out your DNA, an itty bitty mind of man

It's as real as reality ever gets, in your face, right there in front of your jive punk arse human

Monks or street urchin derelicts and ladies who speak to the walls, as you sit down in chairs

Not that she wanted to stop & speak with herself, she was talkin' to Jesus' God downstairs.

I served the masses for the masses, I left the scenes above and below the sacred communion

All of the wine in the safe place, where the blood is kept to drink with the origin of my cosign

Mental pictures of mothers nurturing and abusing the innocent and blind babies of God's dam

Pink inside and burnt brown and black on the outside, in on the full burning of the atoms I am.

Come with me or not right now, you will go all alone if you go without me, it's alright, it's fine

Monkeys are bred to copy the cats that came before they got here, it's expedient for the rhyme

Millions of kilometers away from here, it turns out to be an astronomical 93 million mile unit

Freedom bought for some silver and gold doubloons from a pirate treasure chest of the sea spit.

Corners for the gangs and the beggars who can't succeed while here and now, it's impossible, so

Do what you can, people can change me and you in a New York City moment, it's worth a blow

To see how this all goes down, like a bank robbery and the death of the master's mind, it's so sad

Being with me was important, being with you was of singular importance, karma spent, too bad.

Knowledge of the wisdom was the power I had and lost it all to be found in the rough, on a green

Putting in the holy emptiness is all I had to do, eighteen or thirty six times fifty, low scoring seen

Slicing and hooking the drives with the wood or the iron got me right into sand traps and rough

Scored, ate lunch, drove home, swam laps in my pool, fell asleep on the back porch, smoked stuff.

All alone, you went home finally because you had to, refueling is the way of the warrior fist fight

Defensive and evasive tactics win the day when the bad guy wants to beat your head out of sight

Unwound and devastatingly effective in the art of defensive tactics, in pain of being earthbound

Flight's over in the end of someone else's life who misjudged their own safety, hammer's down.

Full load of 65,000 pounds of TNT in back of my conventional MACK, driving the Monopoly games

I pass go but can't collect the 200 bucks and eventually I accidentally land on the go to jail square

It ain't my fault, the luck of the draw, the roll of the die, my parents left me orphaned, told me so

Heart broke on me, THAT SAID, a reputation destroyed, being with you, holy, juiced up do-si-do.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, March 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 AMPST

{ Drafted relentlessly jammin' @SmokeyRobinson #HeavenForbid #LoveBlindInALoopAllInMyMind #IDontDareWhatTheySay link @ https://youtu.be/0P2a6aLDkkM }

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#BaFongoo #ImmediateSuspension #YoureOutOfHere #BeTheBlues #EventHorizon @VanAllynBelt

54 GAMES, WON ALL, LOST NONE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 21, 2020

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I have picked every winner in every @Superbowl from 1966 to 2019, won’t waste 2020 on me

Not because I want to lose, it’s just because I am betting my ace high full house on it, too high

If I lose, I start paying a mortgage again, if I win, I move to Hawaii, buy a condo on a blue sea

Of course you know that I’m all too human, with a dream that I had all in my own mind’s eye.

Just a moment while I scramble the matter and energy within the shape of the nothing I am

It won’t take very long, energy being a matter of Time in Space, random collisions, a flim flam

Imaginary functions of living for any reason other than to consume & convert x’s & o’s to fun

For no other reason than just because, that’s all of it, no revelation of a prize for being a One.

Amazing PhD’s putting the fear of Zeus back into the empty void of grateful deadhead grads

Masters of a gift to analyze concepts and induce or deduce rational conclusions, viable triads

On being a piece of the whole thing, it appears that’s all there is, it’s all you’ll get in eternity

Nothing personal between you and I and the darkness outside Earth, we’re God, we’re pretty!

Now, we’re goin’ way back to the 1960’s when I was in a high school I hated to be in, flunked

Both junior and senior year spent in summer school brushing up on American and English lit

Amazing that I got A’s in summer schools yet F’s in the regular school year of priestly revere

I graduated summa cum laude and the Nam war took me away, KIA on the battlefield here.

Sneeze and cough your way out of papa’s brand new bag, paper or plastic, wasted eye candy

Old songs from the teeny boppers, the beatniks and hippies and their minions, sung so dandy

Meaning and purpose delayed until the foresight becomes literally the hindsight’s savior king

Nobody knows on Earth can repeat the Super Bowl LIV win, #GameFace, almost a Will thing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, January 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #SuperIntelligence on a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VL9bpCjazT4 & afterward listenin’ to #CosmicEnergy: Cold Sparks to Black Holes link @ https://youtu.be/0lTbQ4nPFjg }

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#ThereIsNoFirstTimeForOneThing #OneMoreThing #ThisIsAHoldUp #DropYourWeapons #AstonishMeOrElse #HundredBillionTrillionTimesOurSize #ProductOfTheVoidness @HEART #EvenItUp

HER STOCKINGS’ FOOL, EVEN ZERO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 21, 2020

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Not Zorro but a zero, I got the memo, notes from the hinterland have landed in my purview

To see what you get before you get it, is the peace de la resistance, a rested-up shebang glow

Where your mama and daddy left you out in the cold, revelation ‘bout divine orgasmical US

We don’t care much anymore, disgust has overtaken the laundered money train’s magic bus.

It ain’t a metro or a greyhound, no cosmic medicine for an invisible, empty set of nihilism

Once you flip the switch and turn on the movement of the First Cause, it rolls on the chism

Nothing but the Chicago isms left over, I call them my inner chism, a word, a name for bliss

Always the other when it’s all OFF, I’m always ON at that Time in my personal Space’s fizz.

Was a punk because if I wasn’t the bullies would have punked me, city of sins and holy smells

Odor scents of blood from stockyards covered up the murder One, streets’ reverse flow swells

Where the garbage is refused to the rear of the housing, dumpsters ready for windy city wires

Molecular and atomic structures in forms ready to be dissolved into the muck, mire and fires.

Organizational maintenance be damned, chaos is the only way to be a fool for your stockings

Black netted, from the floor up to #here, my hand waves over my head, legs from rock-kings

Can’t wait to see eternity and the things themselves presented to naked eyes to see a holy sun

Married, engaged, betrothed, goin’ steady with One and only one, now until...I shot a 6 gun.

Hold it right there, looky here now, wrap your head around this, let it sink into empty minds

Where the darkness controls the entity that moves on points, lines, shapes, sizes I can’t find

In the emptiness beside and between the things that exist, things I can see and feel, I can eat

Consummation of the feast of life, a celebration of the marriage between the body-soul meat.

On a T-bone or some dead skin cells with the DNA to be as it’s always been, grounded, caput

Where’d your brothers, sisters and friends go the day they died? Into the Void’s ethereal cup

Are you ready to go? Are you prepared for the Unknown to show you the Way, mid-finger up

Counted your assets and debits, married to the mob’s nuclear family, godfather’s Will’s afoot.

Up, up and away from the stoned ground you know, like a spaceman goin’ crazy, as unknown

Outerspace nothing but innerspaced everything else, jewels from mothers and fathers blown

Fool for your stockings, if you’re listenin’ or not, yours not your girlfriends, I ain’t your Mama

Awaitin’ a return to sender, dreams all end in a moment, got #Wokeboned, Holy See, a Papa!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is Carol Ann & I in a embrace. Status - Main Squeeze! }

c. Mardi, Janvier 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to the #FlipTheSwitch TheStones The Rolling Stones on the homemade video I made many years ago when the internet 1st began, back in the olden days, early 21st century, here’s a link to MY SELF-PRODUCED NONSENSE (last century), entitled, “EXTINCTION of SPECIES” on the youTube link @ https://t.co/VE5StxY2lU?amp=1 }

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