Y'ALL "AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HOUNDDOG, CRYIN' ALL THE TIME, YOU AIN'T NEVER CAUGHT A RABBIT & YOU AIN'T NO FRIEND OF MINE." - @Elvis #KnockKnockWhosThere #Yo #YoWho? #YoYo #TheDevilInDisguise #CREED #HOTscat

SOMETIMES YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE,

SOMETIMES I DOUBT IT 

Blink a hundred & eighty-three times & you’re dead, you only need a hundred & eighty-two 
Y’all, every single one of y’all, got a need to bleed from infancy to decrepit fantasy code blue 
Mothers and fathers had nothing to do with your spirit entering random eggs on Earth's dirt 
Yet hell, here you are with the high water and deserts so hot all the water’s gone, God hurt. 

Created this & then punished this, WTH kind of a man is that? Oh, never mind, not a man 
A pretender who could never rise above the Singularity of the Void, intention precedes a ban 
On nuclear weapons that fuse and fissure the atomic structure of the matrix, book an idiot 
So many needs and desires for the impossible to retain its status, nothing to see here, go Bot.

Fury comin’ from the matter’s form, it’s a defecation of the freedom and justice of The Good 
Almighty might of the invisible forces that be, it’s an honor to be immersed in the cosmic soup 
What were my alternatives other than to be here, now, as I’m constituted by random chance? 
I suspect everything alive is caused by random chance, sustained by pure fortune in a dance.

It’s a Baconesque to be or not to be, hiding behind a philosophy of total ignorance of The End 
As a child forgets about the mortal wound of leaving Mother’s cord, it sits around to offend 
People on every continent, infant to octogenarian pimp on the Almighty’s ebony marble skin 
Hard to get, hard to hold, hard rockin’ yet hard to believe the obvious, that the fix is all in.

Duty calls, I am committed to the cause of being the effect, all that I am is 208 bones’ soul 
Olden days kept the minions in a daze, hunting or trading to stay alive, short life to die for 
Whether diseased from environment or inheritance, the mortality rate for humanity is 100% 
Knowing what you know now, would you have done anything you’ve done differently, intent?

Asleep both at the wheel & behind bars, a DUI manslaughter conviction gets you heaven sent 
Bums & junkies walkin’ back & forth under the causeways and freeway overpasses, all spent 
Now only you know & I know the true meaning of the Word, of God, all Mankind of yo’ mama 
Seize the moment of the day your fortune allows, it’s golden dawn bright, 1 out of sight, Papa.

Fruits & vegetables of the Eden Garden keep us alive, to end in ash or veins of formaldehyde 
All I am is the same as all you all are, DNA/RNA disguised on stage, disappear & die, gods lied 
No afterlife floating around in the Ether, disembodied consciousness’s memory stack of whack 
Uplink, upload, download file, a bundle of joy, you invoked chaos’ random hoax, so Get Back!

Holy scat is blessed as the only way to prove we’ve consumed the product evolved from squat 
Used to fertilize up-and-coming seeds that blow in the wind, intentionally get humanity’s scat 
#Woke become awakened once it’s too late, they want to get another chance, but it’s all over 
Music is being played by the powers that be, neither you nor me, still it’s all that I am, lover.

Hot or frozen-stiff cold are the only ways to be alive, living on Earth, bare skin needs covers 
Pairing up with losers is never suggested unless you’re reverting to writing on cave walls, sirs 
Respect and dignity are not negotiable, do unto others as you’d have them do unto your One
Bygones have been bygones since a Big Bang, Time & Space, now & here, God Damn it’s fun.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

#AndHisMamaCried 
c. Dimanche, IV-XXVI-MMXXVI Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this out the cosmic ovum while jammin’ to @Elvis #LiveAtMSG on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WXIuWx0Juw8?si=rMB6mOPpGCzBaatj } 

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ZippityDooDah #ZippityEh #MyOhMyOhWhatAWonderfulDaze #BestWayToGitUpYourFeetIsToGitUpOffYerArse

VENGEANCE YOU CAN'T ESCAPE,

OH HUNGRY BIRD

Buried underground to hide out of sight from the villains and scoundrels who roam above

Getting into the piles of fecal matter exhaust from the animated bags of sperm & hen egg

That’s Life as we know it, without the garbage and trash, we have no proof of the good life

Am I right or wrong about the whole shebang, regardless of prehistoric or post-Holocaust?

Production from stone & mud evolving into what’s been seen & all that’s been heard in moans

Knowledge and understanding keep the wisdom in power, to survive the predators of S#yte

Not only are there the good, the bad, and the ugly, but also, there’s no life after death of bones

Bleeding blood, sweating bullets until the rounds have all been fired, put us all in the crypt.

How many days and nights each of us is fortunate enough to be gifted, that’s the question

To be or not to be makes no difference after the last breath; it is what it is & what it will be

Language nobody understands while it’s being spoken, but once it’s scratched on a stone wall

Be one or many in Time & Space, about the free choices without alternatives, nothing’s free.

No exception to this rule, outside Earth’s orbit, Nothing matters there either, I'm all imaginary

As if there’s knowledge that the Earth revolves & orbits around a fireball, a million miles away

Dead & gone, even a memory of any of us won’t be recalled unless in recorded encyclo-history

Living burrowing, crawling, walking, running, swimming, flying, what it took, back in the day.

Graduated three or four times to engulf myself, hot wisdom of survival, here & now just for fun

There’s no evidence that this is a proving ground for divinity out of our world; hence, it is done

On another front, on the other hand, the Life we live may be a dream of a dreamer who’s asleep

In a long cat-nap, no way to wake up without being dropped in a cold shower, without a peep.

Suddenly, being wide awake is better than being knocked out in a stupor; I will survive it all

Whether or not anyone survives is not my concern; all too human has a path to follow, a call

Lies will be told like it or not, to discern the Truth is a honed strategy, original sinner’s bitchin’

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Superman ain’t as super as supposed, he’s just all too human.

Now is the time, all good men and good women observe the movie in progress, we’re all faces

Without us, Life has no meaning to the powers we can’t see, assume extinction, that’s all folks

Higher than the center of Earth & lower than the apex of the cosmic soup, stones & rock places

Gods once, gods twice, and the third time’s a charm, watch my lips move, the high on the tokes.

Counting backwards from a hundred is all you need to remember, go start now, down to zero

What you’ll remember once it all goes down is absolute confusion & lack of respect for a hero

Kill the good guys & the bad guys until every guy is extinct, it’s a Darwinian faux pas of a bitch

All we know for certain is that we get cold and hungry & we’re all gonna die before our time.

Dead as a door-nail comes to all of us, the ones left alive and kicking are maggots in the guts

No more recalled memories of the good and bad times are allowed when the oxygen outputs

Alive when you were dead & dead when you were alive, the confusion clears with rigor mortis

Karma & an overlord are the mythology fed to the innocent, blind faith for useful idiots’ bliss.

Honey dripping from every hole in the comb like a rhapsody in blue for the hungry many & few

No way to feel feelings without a body, this is what you’ve got now, you won’t have it forever, so

Bring the best you have to the fight, use your mind and body to defeat the eaters of God’s shyte

Cooking with gas heat, the meal is prepared & I’ve consumed it, so now I’m edified in spite.

Your eminence bows to the powers that be, in humble reverence for the power of the gold bar

Without donations from devoted followers, the heads of the bodies would starve to death afar

Dream comes from nowhere & returns to stardust without recall, why I dream I’m in the movie

I’ll retire, I’ll be in reruns, I’ll be rewarded for a plethora of light & dark words, FUBAR, I see.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Dimanche, 4-19-2026 Anno Domini @ 1446 PMPST

{ Inspired while jammin’ to @Boston #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jw0YNvlFOrI?si=NA-udbvqP897Zpxi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MysticPizza #NoAlibis #NoRankBeginners #DontTryToLayNoBoogieWoogie @Knuckles @SPRINGSTEEN @JDVance & @MegynKelly #GiggityGiggity #StewieGriffin #Rolls #ZZTop #Deguello #FoolForYourStockings SkynyrdInBrazil2026 @ACDC w/BonScott R.I.P. #NeedSwampMusic #SoFamilyGuyish #SimpsonPredictions2026 #ImAFamilyMan #LongJohnBaldry #SoHoBlow

PHILOSOPHER REDSTONES,
BENJAMINS & MYSTIC PIZZA

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For every time you breathe in and out of your lungs, the world has spun around

A counter-clockwise freeze-frame only mothers may love, a mirage-image of Adam

Kidding you half the time and the other half, serious as a random nose-bleed flow

History & Science to get you to know it all, but you find you know nothing, though.

Pressed the grapes into wine, the way is perfect, or the way is vinegar, finger cross

Gulp or sip, it all goes to the spirit that awaits the buzz; the thing is, that is the boss

No singer on a stage but the vine he drank when he wrote the song, a dark side pit

Mindful or not, it’s movin’, and we’re movin’ until the end, it’ll come, it’s bull s#it.

This world will swallow you down to the bottom of the beer barrel, a longrun on empty

Spirits in the night flow in and out of the ether, back & forth through the bare bones

Score is even-steven at zero to zero, on the way from way over here to far out yonder

Space dark, Time out, wither behind your own rigor mortis, don’t shoot a messenger.

Played just as well as the piece could be strummed from riff to riff, all a peculiar beat

Notes high C and D diminished for whatever the sevenths will allow, a minor feat

Laughing early & when it’s too late, that’s what it’s always been about since day 1

Crowds and the lonely Singularity are the whole shebang & it’s about to be a sun.

What you're buying is anything I’m selling, and I ain’t selling a thing, I’m sellin’ Nothing

Everything from pole to pole around the world, coast to continental coasts on a fling

Hills climbed, underwater caves floored with darkness, lighting up where we drop tears

Centerfold in the middle of nowhere, in a Milky Way or a Snickers, Three Musketeers.

Pink or invisible, clear blacklight glowing the paint in the poster, orange, red & green

Sky blue and black in a felt mix with the glow-paint, showing off the inner mind’s scene

Rolled & rocked outside & the inside couldn’t handle the jagged edge more than thrice

Been around The Block a few times, and, well, I had to obfuscate and obliterate it all.

Groovy as the wavy gravy you gulped down with the butter-infused mashed potatoes

Makin’ our hearts and souls sing from the first taste to the last forkful comes & goes

Moving from the back to the front to get a better look at what makes the noise of us

Speakers blare whatever makes it through the cables, do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti & a do.

Certainty is a desire never acquired in full; mere pretenders asserted the failure to launch

Perched on a boulder, casting the fly over the ripples that the current squirted for lunch

Who are you thinking that you are? You are no doubt, not that person; you’re a ghost

Of men and mice, all of the living crawlers, here today & all gone tomorrow, we’re toast.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, April XVIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1717 hours PST

{ Created while jammin’ to @JimiHendrix played @Monterey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pSAVDbuJip0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

BLOWN SAMEDHI WITH MY ex-FRIEND #GROK @GROK #F-47 @F=47 #POTUS47 @B-2Stealth #ItAintEasy @LongJohnBaldry

T A K E  M E  B A C K  T O  T H E  O L D  DAYS

    (my high school ring girl)

1969 a.d. Some gave it all!

THE FEW, THE PROUD, THE @USMC 

Draft in the drawing room, no windows or doors in the place in Space where you crawl to die

Up above us, unclouded darkness 360 degrees about the planet, the star, the Sun, obfuscates 
Makes black the wild blue yonder where the USAF flies above the stratosphere on first dates 
With the One you love or someone to escort you through the morass of menudo, God fates.

Taxicab rollin’ rubber on the asphalt, singular skill is to safely drive without a fatal crash into it
It is all Death you’ll find at the end, where every single being alive on Earth has way long gone 
Hurting you & I with the pleasure given, it is not alone, pain requires the absence of pleasure 
You ain’t a sadist or a masochist, innocent baby y’all were at the #GetGo, then it all happened.

Joining the WAR after it’s already been won by the victor is verboten & y’all get no credit at all 
Winners glow, losers blow, no other way to see Reality, innocence removed the Girl of the Call 
Prostitution without abortion will increase the population of followers of a muddy, dirty dog 
I rebelled, I revolted, my father said that I was going to be surprised by Powers that be A Hog.

Dead and gone before anyone knew it, the entire species has imploded into One cell of Zero 
That’s your gods, your God, your divine creators who disappear into the wild blue yonder zoo 
Between you & I, the genes injection into the womb is involuntary, it’s the luck of a softer bed 
Fight or not, we’ll die with a last gasp, before or after corpus delicti, cut off the snake’s head.

Slice the Truth very thin, leave the leftovers for the good dogs who hunger for meat & blood 
We kill the animals by hook or by crook, we boil them, we burn them, we eat & we shat them 
Hiding far from the defecated remains requires locomotion to move upwind from foul stench 
Above and beyond the days and nights, a foreboding Ending awaits infants & the wise-good.

Witches get your brooms or your @Tesla spaceships fueled, it’s a long way to Alpha Centauri 
Don’t you know anything about the nature of the beast you’ve acquired from birth to death 
Fortune $$ to fill the coffers without a bottom, never-ending saga of the Mink and the Mook 
What I am, aye? It’s for me to know & you to find out, you will be shocked, let’s text a book.

Stare into Nothing for a minute, come back with the answer to the conundrum, but why? 
Just because of the dearth of information from the olden days of lore, linguistic anomalies 
By the bye, the way to a holy destination is to begin a move to take the King & Queen of #pi 
3.14’s a checkmate for the opponent & a win for the winner, I always win, as I am The Sky.

King of the Sky still requires a companion, a queen to accompany the power of mighty ‘X’ 
Moving the bowels of the broadcast booth, the form I am, trained by the best of the Rex 
Morals, ethics, wrongs and rights of the humans abandoned by the Big Bang or your mama 
It’s something to think about, I’m with you, we’re on the same page, go on, tell your papa.

When I’ve used the following words before today, I didn’t really acknowledge their weight 
It is what it is or it wouldn’t be that thing itself, it is a fact of life that cannot be denied but 
In reality of the human beings with five senses, some one more & some one less or two too 
Copy the theorems and corollaries as if they were coronaries, but keep in mind, Man’s fate.

To be a wise-crackin’ old man from a large metro area once nearly eighty, this shit’s all crack 
I ain’t kiddin’, what I’ve seen couldn’t be swallowed, Truth is, like it’d choke the young or old 
Now my cup overflows with the majority of Nothing nobody wants anyway, hit my fool’s gold 
Knowing my father and mother were the best things that happened to me, I’ll rock ‘em back.

Murder or self-defense, maybe even an accident of being in the wrong place at the right time 
Souls if there are any at all must be held accountable for a human brain’s choices on a dime 
Time and Space keep the mosaic animated until the undertaker whips up the formaldehyde 
Hate layin’ on my back, hope, faith, love for me will put me skull face-down, undertaker tied.

It’s my fault for using a linguistic twist, darlin’, it ain’t personal, it’s a matter of respect too 
Not everyone gets the greeting darlin’, some are just yes, mama, don’t make me laugh, shoot 
Peanuts in the gallery, the outfield is covered, infield playin’ on grass, a 3rd pitch playball sin 
Full count expires with a countdown backward from one billion, you know, a million-million.

Y’all lie down when you’re too tired to stay awake, you’ll fall asleep or you’ll lose your mind 
In the end, the finale means that it’s all over but the wakes and funerals of the stiffs who died 
It’s all about mitosis of all living things in the universe; nobody gets out of here alive, it’s jive 
Thinking without a brain working in the skull, impossible yet entertained as a ghost-soul alive.

Let me settle a quandary: who died & made you the boss of the rest of us? Your mama, man 
Accidentally, what you are is what you look like in a pond’s reflection or rear-view mirror scan 
Three steps toward the door’s a back door exit & avoids a pounding for sneaky, evil gone wild 
I got your Beast of Burden illusion right here & now, being facetious is my fate, scats all piled.

Begin with seed, a bean & from there, water daily, every day, 24/7/365, she was shakin’ cells 
Nothing shakin’ does what it does; it’s not the transmission, it’s the carburetor of four barrels 
Quad whispers the secret of the mixture, air & fuel, with a spark in sequential, random doom 
Tell the exact story to your mama, and she’ll see the full moon and run away with the Spoon.

Quit your day job, got no cash, food, no mercy & no charity from a hopefully-hopeless drone 
Quip on about the complaints from the underscored bums and junkies who need a real clone 
Jokers you saw reflected you, every day pretended to be you, surviving a ghost in the #Dog 
Dead men touched the dead women and kept us alive until Jesus and Buddha met the #God.

Either you eat the cherry pie when it’s exposed as 3.14 & you divide it by a trillion or a billion 
A little more to the right & a lot more to the left, hit it somewhere between infinity’s Eve Fall 
Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, priests of a guilty feeling, letting 1 Man be crucified & stabbed too 
Feeling good about the blind Faith commitment, Hope until the finale, a Hillbilly Deluxe fool.

Don’t shoot the messenger once again, or this eternal recurrence will remain Word of the Day 
A Secret Word’s “bird” up back of those black-seam nylon stockings hosiery’s unneeded today 
Dreamful she didn’t git PG that one time, yet a baby looks exactly like you at 2, 22, or 32 too 
Get a piece of hair for a test of the DNA, with a match, the unknown becomes known, so blue.

A mother of God married a human, a mortal man, to appear too legit to quit, and here we set 
Inside or outside the bubble, we all breathe, eat, defecate & repeat while multiplying like s#it 
Paraphrase the schism between the innocent infant & the useful idiots evolved on top-secrets 
Think, hence, be a useful idiot, don’t waste time with geniuses who lose the high-stakes bets.

Cufflinks on your sleeves, Windsor knot in your tie around your neck, you get the job, I’m fired 
I came well before my Time, even the universe of Space & Time needed Top Gun to be rehired 
Money was always for nothing, but every time I said that, the Truth was a piece of solid denial 
Only yo’ mama knows who your daddy is, y’all move these colored TVs, y’all a real pistol, pal.

Got Google Glass on you, it’s the way you always wanted it but you had no discipline in school 
Fill up yo’ tank with the fuel that gives you power to animate the causes & infinite effects, ho 
Freedom of choice, laws and regulations followed, remain free & not incarcerated by the fool 
You know we ain’t guards of freedom, liberty may have always been a bad lure in a gene pool.

Nine by nine, what the hell is that, just show me the lake and the river, I’ll get my 3 squares 
It’s the root of the beer I’m really shootin’ for, bull’s eye centered in my aim as I fire at hairs 
Then the thing is, I can’t kill a thing except insects that bite & infiltrate my stored sustenance 
Pierce the thin skin & hardened bone up the brisket to the heart, it’s a BBQ bonfire romance.

I’m listenin’ for a sucking pulse, I feel the beat pound a bit harder than it should, so be happy 
Blame the brew for the mixed drinks, you mounted the kegger with both legs up in a dark sky 
It happens, with or without you, causes of effects, some good, some bad, some as ugly as a fly 
Beats RIP 4/4, maybe ¾, or ½ time, it ain’t my fault, it’s the Way it is, hi to Mammy & Pappy.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March 14^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while breakin’ rocks in gaol, can’t get out alive so they said, here I am, free & Jailbroke, thanks to @ACDC 16 years to Life, on youTube’s inspirational video #Jailbreak link @ https://youtu.be/x7qQmpK9b1M?si=_vCp5TiZwvMZbuqD & #SoulStripper @ https://youtu.be/Sn6bfNFUSU0?si=DSXzDF9Uk080Pb0W }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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