AM RADIO NEVER LIKED DISCO #FineAsAFrog @BigSmo #SMO #Hog #Frog #SingleBarrelShotguns #MindsOnGOD

LEARNIN’ HOW TO LET THE CERTAINTY CRASH LAND

From the attitude you had the day you were born you’ve become a real know-it-all

Young or old, beginning with the original and mortal sins, forgiveness is impossible

Told you, commanded you, taught you to read & swear on your words’ Truth, you fool

If you’re not a fool, why act foolish when the appearance of inferiority ain’t even cool.

Files from A to Z, so simple that even a moron or an idiot could keep the files in order

Z and backwards to A, enough room for all these physical files on a floppy disc or four

Dreaming that being awake on planet Earth is everything there is, the universe is empty

Astronauts and cosmonauts are sworn not to divulge the fact of life, Earth is in a hurry,

Flyin’ around the ecliptic for whatever good reason we’ve deduced, matter & energy mix

Wide open spaces between the oceans full of H2O, liquid gas getting recycled back kicks

Crew can wreak havoc on every single thing in life, makin’ suitable time has advantages

Football is fine, playoff & Super Bowl for free, busted tellin’ the Truth about my lost wages.

I am both the drill and the hole, matter in atomic weight & energy in ergs and grand watts

For the ones with no mother and no father you ever knew of, it’s an orphan rant, at-bats

On or off the bases, you can’t win without scoring the runs, you’ve got to slide in the sticks

Piling your hair up on top of your head is fine for shootin’ hoop but it detracts aesthetics.

Pretenders teach pretending to their grand daddies who can’t tell Truth from White Lies

You earned and evened up on your inherited karma, live & die just for that, no moon pies

Poppin’ corn covered with caramel & salt, smells like heaven on Earth, when it’s all gone

Frozen tundra and boiling quicksand from uncovered planetary dirt that gravity sucks in.

Hunter and angler, be one to retain your freedom to live without working, trade in gold

Oil and the exchange for your backbone use, your time clock punch from 9 to 5, retire old

If you’re lucky, cashin’ in on the pension eventually, you just don’t think I’ve got the Wood

Together we make one another take it in, until it’s gone girl, way gone Levi’s on ol’ dogwood.

Whiskey and Rye with a prayer to the good lord usually gets the proper result, 99% of Time

The 1% is the key for the lock, turn it in the keyhole, open up the door & then pump Rhyme

Little Bigtown of Love or Hate, Long or Short, Truth or Fallacious arguments to shut down

Pumping the air & water into the receptacles leads to a blown mind of only God the clown.

Don’t try to shoot messengers since there are no firearms, none on Earth, no ordinance

Scale to weigh the living and the dead with the rest of the Earth’s matter, all of the bones

Skulls and toes from a myriad of intentional RNA recombination, without a creator to die

No requiem just because God couldn’t live forever, mortality is the Truth and the holy Lie.

Whiskey form Blackjack & Hops from Negro Modelo, get me to the train cross country too

I hate to travel unless I’m unconscious, especially going at a few hundred miles per hour

On a jet plane, a train, on a bus, drivin’ myself in a @Masseratti makes no difference to me

If it ain’t local & I’ve got to pack some snacks before we “Ride”, I ain’t into the bird or bee.

Dig this or not, I am the one that’s gonna die when it’s my time to die, no replacements so

Ready or not when the time comes, my spirit & soul will let the good times roll without me

Rather be here & there instead of up in the shooting stars above, love riverside & country

My place, living as good as gold, throwing up culture where good times roll, it’s post blow.

Fun begins at the kegger and the full bar with the expert tender from the @HardRockBar

About to go down the secret place that’s mi casa, su casa, single or double, & fishin’ pole

Bowlin’ strikes and spares to hit my average 255, can’t quite get all 300, nobody’s perfect

Unless it’s an unrealistic expectation, I’m satiated & got a Dixie Cup full, no keys to my car.

Open gate policy down the gully, the children are all ready to play, high school & grads

Makin’ the next generation coupling up with the cherished and irresistible pull of the DADS

Morning light ain’t comin’ up for 6 hours, come on over to my place, come o’er to say howdy

Open the gates so all my friends can get in and get a little high and just a little bit rowdier.

Fire down by the riverside, talkin’, laughin’, and drinkin’ until the eyes hooked up, & then

Fifty years passed by quickly, the grandkids are bein’ born all over the world as we know it

Now hear this, putting the nouns & verbs in the form of a rational thought to elevate above

Then it is now, no more waiting, let the fun begin, spinnin’ a ball of yarn to give you a shove.

Better homes and gardens with the birds & bees who share the benefits of just bein’ on duty

Workin’ as hard as I’ve realized that I must for my own sanity, I used to be combat so ready

Now it’s trying to put me to rest, pushin’ myself harder than when I used to roll up sleeves

Focused on the sun when the light comes into the darkness, like it or not, it’s The Steves.

By the time you read this here prolegomenon there’ll be a conflagration of continental riffs

You and I have neighbors, some drink & smoke & some tea-total for their free choice cliffs

Jumpin’ off the edges you see here and there, it gets better if you pretend it won’t hurt bad

It might & it might not, certainly in the end, last heartbeat, one more beauty won’t be sad.

Blisters on my feet and fingers from workin’ the bones for gold cash greenbacks, got higher

Never mattered in the first place, it was a matter of pretending pretensions got from father

Not a dream if you don’t wake up, the reality of the gods nobody ever sees is, they’re dead

Don’t shoot the messenger just because you can’t grasp Truth, live ‘til your blood ain’t red.

Moonshine when it’s bright or cloud-covered, we kickin’ it in Tennessee, middle of the wood

Fine as a line you can’t see between us, the facts of life require blind faith, incredible dude

Driving or flying gets the 20th century mankind to OutSpace in a gravitational-release bullet

Grip to keep on me, better hold tight, I’m slippin’ into my 3rd wind, throw shots back, I’m set!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Martin Luther King Day, Janvier 19th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted these signals while jammin’ to @BigSmo & @AlexanderKing  #AnythingGoes & #SmoMotion @ https://youtu.be/-FRKaDxcg80?si=6ZAxc_nPuFvKhB-i & #NoAssNoGrassNoRide  https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY?si=iMJtUlMzRXva04mN  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WaitingOnASunnyDay @Springsteen WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE #SonOfAGun #PistolaWhipolito #Skynyrd #ZZTop #RIP @DILBERT

RIP  @DILBERT

 { Scott_Adams }

1 MORE CHANCE, ON 1-11
TIE back PULITZER HANDS OF TIME

Which pain in the rear are you referring to?  Me?   You jumped the shark, enjoy the hot ride

There’s a low-grade hill ahead and after that last climb, you’ll have to return to the ice glide

Mama and papa had no idea that the love they made created this globule of temptation’s fit

To be or not to be inside the beautiful as it should be, it’s always that way, no eating, no s#it!

Bits and pieces of the honey emitted from the bee’s hive, stung repaid for the pain, rejoice it!

Leaving Earth now, takin’ off 8 miles high with no gravity, it ain’t holdin’ me down in the pit

I have a hall pass, I move about from here to there without restriction, I can’t sleep as a shill

Back and forth with the hands of Time, this Space between my ear’s aches but it’s so grateful.

Bottoms up for my father & mother had the trick down pat, was easy as pie to make me crack

Great tricks made from ’51, here & now, stopped Time, on my Watch, I’ll pour the Jack Black

Slammin’ Tennessee whiskey down the gullet as if there was no tomorrow, it’s a super roast

Where’s my other half? She was right here a minute ago, she’s gone but left me a holy ghost.

Grim as tomorrow will be when I can’t wake up or start all over, a twilight zone of one godson

Follow the bouncing balls, it’s a rhythm and rhyme that moves the tiny baby’s ghost, can’t run

Bringing every atom you’ve gleaned since your conception, protons & neutrons, now go play

Excited electrons shocking the ghost’s soul into a death spiral into the Singularity’s star array.

Watch behind your blind spot, it’s right there & it will be the last thing on your mind, as above

It is that way below the full universal particulars & it’s the same way above the fray, in a dove

Flight from rest to the hilt of the four-leaf clovers, everywhere Earth’s dirt sets, it’s luck of Irish

Spring soap or whiskey from a green isle, turned me into all that I am, head of a snake & fish.

Here’s the real & unreal mixed up into a ball of confusion, living eternally in species extinction

My enemies and friends merge into the gravitational collapse, it makes no sense, All skin is sin

You kiddin’ us? We’re surviving for nothing? Heaven above or hell below? You idiot savants!

One last try, I gasp, a final pull of air, hold it in as if underwater, eyes wide open, it’s nonsense.

You’re alive then you’re dead, can’t sleep at night thinkin’ that this is all there is for all of us

All the holy folks, men & women full of blind faith to fix their fear of death & dying for a sign

Bleeding out five pints of bloody rivers inside the capillaries & burst aorta, lights die, he sighs

Creeping and crawling to stay out of sight, forgot about being invisible to all too human eyes.

Spirit is more than what’s in the bottles of mash and hops, shooting stars, dying blown lights

Time and Space made this here, right now it’s animated but it will be gratefully dead & gone

In a New York Minute or a flash in the pan, it’s frying and cooking the hard to be skin-so-soft

Avon lady moved the bath water in circles to spread the skin slicker from head to toe’s bone.

Don’t drink and eat constantly or you’ll be a lard-arse full of refused electrons, all fast times

Bottles & relief pitchers carrying the water for you, we can’t drink in polluted springs & ponds

On this middle path, you can see on the right & the left, they’re all dying like flies on the grid

Know nothing, prove nothing, see everything as a mystery solved, now you know, I’m The Kid.

Watch Time pass in Space, me & you blown away by the passage of momentous occasions

Which require us to be but never not to be at one with the second of birth and death sins

Mothers and fathers cannot determine the gender of the offspring but it’s not a big deal

What is more important than survival of the most fit? Nothing at all and now let’s get real.

Spirits dank & drunk up the sober & solid men who feared Death, fearless exposure to Ends

Rocks roll soft after obliteration, dust in the wind for the purpose of discussion’s self-defense

Every holy man and holy woman I’ve never met will also die like the evil, we’re all too human

Effects are happening constantly, they have a perennial creator, It precedes mom’s existence.

As above when astronauts have flown too high to be connected to the historical culture of us

So below we follow that precedence, a vacuum of atomless anti-matter quarks on a magic bus

Mills of a substance which precedes Existence itself are full of the cannoli filling, divine munch

Last gasp before you deny that everything is Nothing, I told you so, chocolate drippin’ punks.

Era before the future is right this moment, history happening without being recognized as Life

It’s all aliens from another galaxy search for while traveling Time & Space as we know it, strife

No need to eat the living things that die when we kill them, above the ground, Godson all US

One form of life isn’t well connected to a work of art machine, origin to extinction, Divine bus.

I built my orphaned form from a scratch, gleaned the gods’ good, bad & naturally ugly brood

Nothing is out of the content, atoms and anti-matter finalize the argument, deduce, conclude

Why speak to be understood when nobody cares what you say, a thing to make my heart sing

Truth, Justice & the original sin’s way, commandments to behave & reciprocate the kind thing.

Never say never but I do all the time, then it’s the time for the proper response, it’s all Never

Forever remembered what can’t be forgotten, heroes that saves the Life we enjoy, god is dead

All above & below y’all work the Yin & Yang into a froth, a tizzy to be dealt a final, losing hand

A blow, take It or not, you’ll feel It when It comes, kiss my data points, bloody all, too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, Janvier XIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this scat flambe of critical thinking and pretzel logic in a few hours this AM since I didn’t complete my mission yesterday, need & want remain one & the same, JUMP!  Jammed to @John_Mellencamp LIVE ON YOU #MTVunplugged on youTube link @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iupFC0WAvHs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

41 SHOTS OR 42 SLUGS of JACK DANIELS BLACK #DiverDan #BruceSpringsteen & #ME #33rdDegreeze #BodiesInTheVestibule #TurninBackHandsOfTimeTo

DIVER DAN’S JOY,
MERMAIDEN-HUMANE RIGAMAROL

Fools believe that all deception is the Truth and vice versa, yet it’s better than nothing or Ai

Gold & a product of quicksilver comes in the form of a messenger harboring eye for an eye

My karma is your karma, all we’ve done alone once forgotten, whisperin’ sunlight pre-alpha

Omega comin’ down the long road to Eden, no sense in losin’ sleep about mama and papa.

Innocence before a psychological dissonance leading to being compassionate or heartless

Guilty pleasure of all people still breathing through the orbital revolution in perpetuity bliss

Along with commas & periods come phraseology’s random sounds, a predication wisdom

Subjects & objects relating to one another’s atomic configuration, eclectic forms of a sum.

What you are thinking about at any given time is a product of your own indoctrinated Ego

It was never your choice to either be conceived or deceived once still-born of wind’s blow

Only humanity escapes zero gravity, still conscious & able to shoot 151 Rum, I say phuqum

It seems most obvious to the casual observer that there’s no divine reunion postmortem.

Planet thought seed inside of your mind, abstract out to the stratosphere & beyond the pale

Where no human has ever gone before since the Big Bang, if there ever was One out of jail

No proof beyond a doubt, it might be false or it might be a lying error of prejudice flip-flops

Remaining schizophrenic after the 1st break with Reality, as we know it, I like it on my T-tops.

Spun around on a pin-balanced slide of centrifugal force, until friction robs the locomotion

This creature feature is on seven continents and seven seas, lucky to have been the action

My father got some of that action from my l’il mother & like magic, I’m an original first-born

Prodigal son to some & ignorant, misguided miscreant to others whose faces breed scorn.

Famous or innocent and anonymous, either way the mortality within seeks its secret hint

A bit about why you’re alive on Earth, why life exists at all & what lives postmortem’s mint

Trinity of the holy trio of invisible abstractions yet sons, fathers & holy ghosts are the lovers

Of you and I and our families who’ve descended from the orphanages of Disneyland rovers.

Serious about the haters turning into lovers of everything under the sun, then it happens

Unknown is what cannot be known by the wise guy or wise man or woman, dread the hens

Nothing gets away from justice and discipline for long, better to dress up than to lay naked

Like a j-bird in a solitary cell with one small square window to see Nothing, for God’s sake.

Killing the messenger won’t obliterate the message which never lived so it is perennial as I

Hence, ready, set & go for the finish line, straight ahead around the bend, now learn to fly

Higher than mountaintops but lower than a stratosphere, what’s clear is no bodies suffice

Populations fully unrecognizable in group or as individual soul, invisible blues on cold ice.

Don’t lie to me unless you believe the lie is true, then it’s OK with me, you know I know too

Die yesterday, today or tomorrow in harmony with the dream within a dream, brothers’ blue

Ending is happy, clean up mess on aisle five, repeat above & below, mankind fortunate son

I can’t and I won’t stay here & now forever, takin’ pills & smokin’ ‘til I’m chokin’ just for fun.

Retarded genius filling in for the naked apes who remain anonymous to the herd of turds

Meaning that if you know what happens when YOU die, then you’ve been blessed, birds

Think, therefore you exist & if you didn’t’ think about it before, you have now, so y’all exist

Midnight Special shined a light on me, turned werewolf momentarily, turned a hairy fist.

No fear any longer, in the dark I’m the blitz of zero entity, I found a dropped dime on me

Getting’ busy with the dirty rats that survive the poison & traps that snap backs of Betty

Descended heirs of the mommies and daddies who had no idea why they conceived it

Inherited all the silver and gold gleaned out of the Mother’s dirty stones, all cave scat.

Sensation & comprehension of the deductive & inductive conclusions, Love on high wire

Essence precedes existence & everybody knows it, it’s like love & marriage in a glass jar

Bizarre like the tweets of a twitter user becoming the holy word salad of the holy grail bar

Chopped off the arms, the legs and the head to leave the trunk of a squirting funeral pyre.

There in Space, now at this Time, Fire & Ice have our only refuge in this galactic zero-grave

Any astronaut will attest that We are all thee is, Nothing communicated there’d be a Save

As if calling yourself on your own cellphone to see where it is, it’s lost & fallen to 208 pieces

How many times can you repeat the same operation perfectly? Many times, never ceases.

By the time you read the last word, you’ll know that I always must stream the last word

To be or not to be as bleak as the absence of joy from the hunks of meatheads, it’s a bird

Let me tell you about the rhyming of the reason, first the Truth is, there is no reason, but so

Irrational speed of Light hopes & dreams increase acceleration to Singularity’s low blow.

Dripping with the fullness of the void plethora, no Time in Space to share the grace of gods

It’s not for me to say what’s true and false for anyone other than little, old me, racin’ hotrods

Hearts & souls into the apprehension of the reason for being alive, it’s occultic mind-throbs

Secrets in full view of both infidels & chosen saints of the sexes, of horizontal human bops.

Dolls & corpses of former, living bodies that animated the skin and bones on the spectrum

All become the dust in the wind from the whirling spin of the Big Bang’s product, dirty Earth

Good to be of the rocks that roll around the ellipse, with eyes to see in the darkness’ lights

It’s electromagnetic buzz of life, infrared and ultraviolet, it’s Life as I know it all, That’s Life!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, January 3rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the #HiddenCollection 33rd Degree Knowledge on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PHSritpErB0?si=OMYyrKLw0-SDJWAg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HARMONY time

#StonedInLoveWithYall #MiseryAndEcstasyAtOne #RIP-ROB

BEFORE DROWNING IN SPEW,

SWALLOWED WHOLE BY THE funk GODS

Sho’ ‘nuff could be worse than you thought at first, in the second place, show you’re right

Gangbanging your heads together until the skulls crack open like a Filbert nut, protein hit

All just because you’re healthy for a minute, you’re dreaming that you’re immortal as well

Y’all ain’t immortal & nobody ever was in the history of the human species, not even One.

Then an immaculate conception without the sperm of mankind became the form of a god

One who could not die even when killed, even if dressed out like an elk or deer, hollow man

As it is and always has been, mysterious Time between utter darkness & bright lightness sin

Where we grow & meet to mate or to avoid the induction of the DNA into a gene pool’s skin.

Notes that are kept to remind the mind to forget what appears to be a destitute loser game

Looking forward to a reward after death but many dead have discovered, Death is the fame

Heaven above the atmosphere or Hell below the core of dirt underfoot, seeds grow out of it

Becoming alive to keep the living alive by being the fuel, food for a pretentious afterthought.

Perfect or closer to imperfection on the timeline, Space allows all Good, Bad and Uber Ugly

All of it which should not reproduce won’t reproduce, it’s the only way it can be, you and me

Been an inert atom of gas & all volatile matter which explodes to implode it all, ad infinitum

Tiny peep or bigger bang than a first baby bang that netted holy, divine words drunk on rum.

I think and dream what I’ve thought couldn’t be thought or dreamt of yet, it’s all I’ve got man

Nothing we can do about it & nobody, yet conceived, can do a thing about this odd situation

Unnatural to be naturally killing beasts to drain life for mastication-transformation into scat

Alternative is stone death if life cannot be sustained, only blind faith for fools & the fatty-fat.

Eyelids cover the only way to see the things of shape & color, forms & shades of Time’s fires

It’s holy yet irregular as most precious gems are rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphires

Ahead or behind the lines of demarcation makes trivial difference, final stages’ annihilation

Luck dropped into our laps, conception of mind & body, egg & sperm, Good Mortal Sin skin.

As sudden death is merely dying when you’re not ready to die, get ready ‘cause it’s coming

All you know will depart with your mind and brain going back to stasis, leftover sagas to sing

From cowboys, pirates and moguls who gathered Life and consumed it forthwith post haste

Where galactic dust globes of gravitational collapse will move, it’s doom, black hole waste.

Imagine the rock outside of your head that you stand upon, looking like you own the piece

Of course, you don’t & never will own the place, it’s the ground of being, you’re tiny as mice

I am as well, the long hair and beard hide the Truth which is unknown to the mice and men

Fault of One father for the outcome of the event, good, bad or ugly, The Bones’ blood & skin.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December 22^nd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 

{ Annihilated this batch of logos dispatched from the Void of Zero Gravity while listenin’ to #LoonyTunes in the background to Cement the Christmas cheer to the minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hdGjw10mCAI?si=U8xdslvUYu5Un4V_ & @EricClapton @Cream #StrangeBrew link @ https://youtu.be/TUOmmVoMQis?si=u7GdBAvJGYBPuJCt  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

STRANGE BREW, LOOK  WHAT’S INSIDE OF YOU!

#SimpleManComplexRiffs #GodDogGog #JiggerOfNaCl #MariaMaria

CIRCA 2012 A.D., MY   FINAL  DAY  OF  LABOR ABOVE

 RETIRED  @DCA COMPLAINTS   OF   CONSUMERS

#Maria @NobelPrize

ROLLIN’ ROCK UP A HILL,

STONES DON’T RUN DEEP AS ROOTS

/\/\/\/\/\/\/RNA\/\/\/\/\/\/

Lookin’ around 360 degrees from the place in Space that you stand, spin about & comply

With the forces of gravity and centrifugal force, ego and the trippin’ Id ain’t gittin’ out alive

Nobody ever did nor ever will, immortality is the antidote to the fear of death, out of mind

Hard Truth divulged by the fathers of your mothers or the church, orphan-priveleged kind.

You come into this world as it is, every continent is the same, dirt of Earth & Fire’s hot Wind

All Time here and now has been comprehended by the astronauts who escaped it to find

There’s all there is right here & now, we got luck of the draw and our daddies sold the node

That all the mothers and fathers before them were descendents of the dead, gods allowed

Lucky day to day, alcohol covers up the desolation and hopelessness of the booby prizes

What you get when you got nothing to give, receiving empty holes of the infinite vacuum

Country or city dirt matters not a twit, on or off of the “X” you know it is what it is & that’s it

Last gasp of air you & I take is the feature you know is an eye opener, it’s cadaver stank s#it.

Turkeys can’t fly and neither can any other game we will shoot and eat, arrow or lead shot

Messages for all who can decipher the code, it not, the gibberish is embedded in crotch rot

Love to live and die every chance I get, just a spirit or angel with invisible wings, not in flight

Will be eventually, the nature of the beast is set in stone code, no mutation, nobody’ll fight.

Mountains climbed, oceans floated upon and navigated underneath, end of days, night all

Muffed up the perfection, what the supernova blew away 93 millions miles from the B-Ball

Learned and ignorant of the essential iota of the Real, ride or slither but don’t walk, y’all run

As fast as your feet can stride, if you fall, just tuck & roll to avoid the pain, it’ll be a lot of fun.

Prepare or just go into the muster without a clue as to what to do, when to do it in corn rows

Death is immanent if you know survival is tenative, depends on a self-defense & hunt blows

Think about hunger ‘tween the hunts, never while an action needs perfect timing, fishin’ too

On the lure, hooked for supper, fire cracklin’ & pot of java smokin’, it’s the Thai-Stick of blue.

Bleeding air as if you’re an inflated rubber tire, rollin’ on borrowed tread from the Good Year

Blight of disease caused the flight of the birds and geese, people followed too late, hot fear

Deceived to stay for the party, it was a trap of the ants without the ants, stayed for the party

Music and fun stop at sunup, nothing but a memory & hangover, I am both Spin and Marty.

Mom and pop were high school honeys, I know who my daddy was, I got his DNA in a T-cell

Drunk or not, the father who made you gets the credit, one chance to get to Earth, it’s Hell

But the alternative is dead-air in outer space between galaxies and volatile-inert flabbergas

Know the Unknown intimately so you can enlighten the ignoramouses about to blow Mass.

Treat them like your sisters and brothers who can’t speak your language, you know a smile?

Eyes without fear, full of shocking admiration, then inner persuasion and a shot of whiskey

All at once, everything comes together, never showed my nude skin and bones, got the key

Fits right in my lock, soul’s in lock-down and the combination is 0-right, 0-left, 1, 2 & then 3.

Glass of wine, sipped in a twilight darkness of a summer sky, Sierra High, asleep honeybee

Sudden impact of the meeting dawned at sundown, impressed from One to Twelve thirty

Needed a half hour of down time to recover the fee for the trick pension in a parking meter

All for me, in the family, soft & sweet downtown, smiles from here to there, Earth ain’t dirty.

Death is the finale of the beautiful dream you’ve either dreamt being aware it was a dream

Or you had no inkling that being awake was being alive, upright in the sleepwalk of a meme

Played you like the fools play the freaks for what they are, anomolies of fathers in a dress

Come and gone with the wind, cool breeze leaving a copy of failure or accidental success.

Workin’ and playin’ with the values of Earth’s dirt & rocks, piled up to the hilt of the banks

Completed the trip, it was indeed over when it was over, there was no doubt, we are tanks

Of wisdom and knowledge of how to survive in the middle of the Void, enhanced RNA cued

From above and so it is below, seen & heard like this, dream big, live large, history imbued.

Down the old dirt road was the beach at the creek at the end of a puddle left of deep lakes

Saturday night is every damn day after high school graduation, factory work, biweekly paid

Dates until the pregnancies of two or three of my girlfriends, it couldn’t be all of it, RAID!

Well the tests came back & now I’m positive, all them girls takin’ me down, welfare fakes.

Rest until you get to the final resting place, you might want to do-it-yourself or fishin’ jiggers

For the ones left lookin’ at what you left behind, keep mementos & trash the rest in a dump

Classic car keys all sold for a million bucks, split between the two old boys, necessary ump

All’s said & done for fortune & fame, over & out, movie stars, fool’s gold diggin’ sand niggers.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CsiEicpZWbY?si=LjDU6ZSugBsoEuiL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?