#HardKnocksOnSoftHeads #TheIdiots #ItIsDone

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WABBITZ

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Scurry as the rats do as they scramble to live another day or a revolution in Earth’s spin

No probability that anyone alive on Earth will live forever in soul mortality without skin

Only you know like I know, we got lucy just this one time being conceived & deceived too

We won’t get fooled again for certain, there will be no other Time in Space, just say I do.

On or off of the tracks and roadways, only humans drive about to crash and die or maim

Winds blow & recognize that it’s the Earth flyin’ in a spin, the air is holding H2O to tame

Rivers and seas with the only H2O in that combination, iced pole to warm equator wind

By the time you die, you will not have discovered the meaning, immortal ghost not mine.

Your guns are loaded & you don’t miss a target aimed at, marksman aficionado, fanatical

From the adolescence through elder adulthood, protected by the badge of courage & pals

My friends and relatives covered my front and back as if they were also engaged in a sin

Original in a foreign garden, introduced in an original form and shape of matter’s skin.

Any color in Darkness is black, origin’s blazing light of a shining star, hide or get burned

Bringing a knife to a gunfight with people who can’t shoot a lick, all it takes to protect it

Life is a process of becoming awake to the nonsense & the gist of the whole shebang too

Read all about it, newspapers, periodicals, magazines, e-zines & symbols, all full of an It.

Spirit ghosts entertain the illusory effect of watching matter move, animated by a whim

All mere mastication & defalcation after the Life within the matter is energy of mind dim

Crying and stomping your feet until the way is mired in mud, blood and beer out of cans

Aluminum as its cause of cancer effects, ignored & proved to be true lies of dim attic fans.

You may be starving in the heartland or on the borders, north, south, east and far west

You were conceived by morons and idiots who failed to enhance the species’ survival

In point of fact, they have introduced the seeds of extinction into the genome’s essence

Trouble with your censorship of free speech? Nazi-Europe #DigitalServiceAct is dense.

POTUS’ Al Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to proper recipients or forever forgotten

Ol’ Alfred needs insider information, nothing is more important than all the verboten

High as the tallest building on Earth, as the highest mountain on the planet, God’s den

Scouts reconnoitered polar vortices North to South, equator trips of the bounding main.

Fill her up I thought my father meant the girl I was takin’ out to eat, he meant the tank

Always empty upon my dating return, father full of patience for his 1st born driver bank

Wrecked a couple of his vehicles, sorry pops, never bought him that Lamborghini I know

All in my mind I did, he’s drivin’ on the expressway’s bumper to bumper traffic Chicago.

Real time and real space, here and now, this seems to be all there is, no heaven or hell

If I turn out to be wrong, I don’t GAF, I served the Catholic masses in church, I got grace

So much I could share it with the masses of unfortunates, but I won’t, I was the good one

Men & women young & old died in the skirmishes and battles of a world’s B.S. wars, son.

Doves flew, ants marched & all was well until WW3 B1 bombers dropped a motherload

Imagination is fired up, manufacturing more things than a divine godhead, kids’ grow’d

Into the adulthood & the trips the ghosts that leave the bodies we go into, dream overall

Think egg & flagellates you may have been, yet only One made the grade, Life’s a Bawl!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 12-9-2025 Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Cribs the infants move and fear to fall from are #WayGone, hence drafted this while ’ to guffawing to #MontyPythonHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q0CJ7k99mso?si=K5JvsSDscYxmPC7p }

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MeAndABeerCan @ChrisJanson #Gonegirl @MorganWallen @Satriani #G.O.RillaBLUES #BeerMe

PLANTS MOVING THINGS UNIFIED ala NOTHING

In no small way will you come to know the reason for wisdom and knowledge yet

Neither tomorrow nor yesterday will ever be today, absolute truth can’t be a debt

Full disclosure of any reason at all for life on Earth would be Truth, accidental trip

Today makes no difference, y’all will deteriorate physically and disappear mentally.

Y’all is you & I, nobody gets out of this matrix alive with recollection, you nor me

Living high as the atmosphere allowed me to be, peace & quiet all my M.O., to be

As above, so it is below, black empty space between my ears as well as interstellar

My mistake is human, not divine but as below, it’s created from above, coded scar.

Sang hymns inside my mind’s eye, tuneage and eclectic modification of a holy soul

Kept invisible & non-existent, but tracks on the trail left no doubt, I’m a black hole

Nothing of atomic matter allowed in the confines, it’s all extracted via live stream

Fictional words obfuscate the clarity of reasonable conclusions, Man’s wet dream.

Made-men flipping off the powers-that-be, sneaks and freaks mated to be at one

Merged RNA produces the zygote with the coded DNA, incubated daughters & sons

You will die sooner than later before the Earth succumbs to the #TinyPeep reverse

Tell me something bad or good, either way at least I hear your voice in a hearse.

Feel the way to the End is a crap shoot, lucky or not in the end, it’s over, all’s caput

Rollin’ sevens and elevens so much I can never roll the snake eyes, no pain is afoot

All the reason to be here & now, to be so happy that only death itself can tweak it

Power and it’s effect is the feeling and appearance, all too human, He, She and It.

Light an dark wavering between the 24/7/365, only awake being woke for 16 of 24

Dance or slither, fly or jump high up in every way, time passes in Space, heretofore

Matter and energy accelerated up to 2025 AD, Time slowing down to a snail’s pace

Love while alive, you’ll miss me when I’m gone, I shall create one, GROK X-SPACE.

Nothing at all personal although I know you’ll never forget my tin words inside a tete

Everybody ever living knows one thing for sure, you gotta go to deep sleep, like a pet

You gotta put ‘em all on down, humane they’ve told me over & over again, y’all see

Last prison of one, the last, I’ll be the next I put to sleep, @120 by then, 2071 A.D.

Down or uptown girls do what they do because they’ve got no time to lose, unatoned

Angels can’t sing in heaven or hell, they've no voice, they’re an faux, ethereal illusion

Young & innocent fears of the unknown are assuaged by the fairy tales of the boned

Ancestors now dead & gone without a trace, 'cept a stone & hermetic seal, It's done.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 9-4-2025 Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero over 74 years ago, in what my mama done told me on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ElaxZnaBzPc?si=p9YDlE97RT1PntxU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#MASTERPIECE @TemptationsTHE #ShrimpsOnTheBarbe #LetUsROLL @JimmyPage #MAGIC @AC/DC #RIFFRAFF #ShrimpOnTheBarbie @WARtheBand #TheWorldsAGhetto #TwainsTwang

ANGELS' Haloes FALLEN

SO, WHAt the helle?

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Getting to know you is like trying to recall how I used to be, before I forgot all about my jive

As I recollect the acidic trip, it was on orange sunshine or strawberry double dome, two too

Y’all we all know it could have been purple microdot since the carnival became dead Live

Every damn human being for 24 hours was a cartoon character or I was the cartoon in blue.

Back & forth over seas for a year, it was all it was cracked up to be, downtown harmless lies

Only in a foreign country where every single person had the exact same face or same eyes

Performance enhancing drugs made from the Earth’s plants both natural and mutated blow

Includes the human and the divine, everything everywhere in the Void, all atoms’ holy H2O.

Between flights of innocence to the acceptance of guilt for the actions performed on the LSD

Tripping in 2nd City or a Sound People’s Republic of Seattle or aGolden State Salsa hot or mild

Who cares about the end of Life when you’re never present in the past or the future, just free

To be honorable, honest, rules & regulations follower, good example for the innocent & wild.

Play that quiet soliloquy inside your head that suffices for your acceptance speech in deadpan

I owe it all to my predecessors who allowed me to read & incorporate their Gold & Silver span

From before & after the 10 commandments & Aristotelian & Platonic dialogues via word salad

Teaching the teachers to be A+ students all through the training, becoming a good gal and lad.

Normal is quiet & smooth sailing, like a sailboat on the sea with no gale in sight, just you, me

And the deep ahead, below & above, ice, hot lava, black hole & a divine, unholy of Singularity

Medicine won’t aid the function, only oblivion realized can assuage the Will to Survive in vain

Privilege checked, it’s my honor to be 1st & last, preconception to postmortem, a fool’s reign.

We trained for this, you know & I know what the score is, we’re ahead & the loser is behind it

“To err is human,” divine is being aware of our human nature, limits to flesh & 208 hard bones

Dying is like living, you don’t know what it’s like until you #JustDoIt #AboveSoBelow, all gone

Treasure of silver, gold, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, rubies in a footlocker of Davey Jones.

Grief exposed as the longing for the presence of One long gone, loved, admired & emulated

Hero as the host of what I’ve come to be from lost to the found, logic & reason exacerbated

Philosophical diatribe notwithstanding, essence preceded existence, yet it’s random precision

Facts of life, you live then you die, between you receive & distribute pain & pleasure into Sin.

Ten commands to not withstand, being good by never being evil, meaning no harm, no foul

Engage from the start & finish with a big bang, as it was in the beginning before the holy soul

Dove of invisible light and power to create something from Nothing, a miraculous suck of God

Alone in a Z28 Camaro place in Space, everywhere all at once, Ra’s race, at One purple hotrod.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 9-2-2025 AD @ 666 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #AintNoJustice by the @Temptations on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60?si=XF8rDn8kNlO8MSkp }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

I AM LIVING WITHOUT YOU TOO AD INFINITUM

BLOOD BLUE BUGATTI

LOATHING MIDNIGHT’S BURNED CHEEK, LOCK THE DOOR, ALL TWO HUMANS, FROZE FIRE

I am the cold in your bed, ghost in your sheets, hush in your heart, immersed herd

Essence did not precede existence, proof deduced from tight ends of trophy wives

Whatever you & I have been, wheatworm & some other upper GI critters in turds

Songs so sung, understood the opine to the dead air’s frequency modulation jive.

Whether the action of the causes & effects appear or not, their essences remain

As above, so below it should be & if it isn’t below, it isn’t above at all, that’s insane

Dreaming isn’t actually anything more than a chimera entertained by ennui scoop

Fearlessness at the moment of realization that you’re all alone in the cosmic soup.

At some point, we both vanished, our life’s headed for a hollow ending, a solo mio

Nobody after you die will do more than burn, bury or dump you in the sea, Bozo

I don’t mean to be disrespectful, maybe my Id does but we’re not in synch as a rat

Will be by the time slumbering comes to eyes brown, green, blue or blind as a bat.

Sucked the air out of the misfits forum, aborted fetus heap, ion pile of God’s DNA

All too human, every single one, spirit gestation on Day One, souls immersed RNA

Colors from red to purple, between the blues, reds, oranges & yellows, high & low

Left it all behind so I double-backed again, tears forgot your name, needed a blow.

In midstream as I flowed downstream, Lapis Lazuli drivin’ my blue Maserati blow

Up & down the country roads of the backwood foothills where wise men don’t go

Trouble is, sudden death has neither warning nor apology for the function of High

Mothers abandoned the data download, fathers were absentee & lived on the fly.

Mega billion to spend on the poor, unfortunate victims being taken to the cleaners

Nevermore will anyone be mine, someone will be yours & you’ll be all of the fears

That you’ll recover from your coma & return to Original Sin, our reward for Apple

Of being on your side, with your blissful experience of meeting & being my ol’ Pal.

Hold it up to the light so you & everyone who is blind can see the matter in utero

Came out of nowhere, serve & consume in perpetuity, no reason to, “Ruh-Roh!”

Too divine to be so human, lucky to have been conceived and thrived for decades

Time forever is never more, if I could, I would but I can’t, I won’t drink Kool-Aid’s.

Mark my words, recall them at the right time in a right place, signify it’s The Word

Hating is the matter, haters run their programs on the matrix, as a red Tweety bird

Funky has the handle on the funk that’s unclaimed by the proper author, up again

High as a kite that broke its tether to my hand-held clothespin & disappeared Zen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi August 6^th MMXXV Anno Domini  @0800 AMPST

{ Shot this gem from the #QuickDraw of the #GeneralStore while jammin’ to @EttaJames  #AGAIN on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/5m2wquwSesw?si=wuCUFX6gDqXIj-qr }

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!

by

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.

by

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.?

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