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Sunday, December 07, 2025

The Day That LIVES In Infamy December 7th 1941 @PearlHarbor #GodBlessOurMilitaryHeroes 12-7-1941 AD #DownSouthJukin @LynyrdSkynyrd


Military soldiers carrying a casket

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ALL GAVE SOME,
 SOME GAVE IT ALL

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By George, I think you’ve got what it takes to ascertain the reality afoot here
Colors to the blinded by the light animals on Earth, virus to women and Man 
In general, my ol’ TV was an Admiral, my father was a sailor in the Navy too 
System of the four downs every series of plays toward the goal on a blue hue.

Deserving no attention from anyone with a lick of sense, you think, hence I am 
In your mind’s eye to digest the gist of a song I can’t sing in tune, tone deaf bam 
Zeroes in the dust we built the skyscrapers upon, so morons could go for Babel
They did it before, they did it again & they’ll do the infidel prophet’s liberty bell.

Keep it up, real, above board, no cheating on innocent & wild eyed’ E streets
Game with rules followed by some but not all of us, it being unfair to opponents 
Alleys so much easier to navigate both sides of two dead-end avenues, air I blow 
It’s the journey to the destination you & I elevate to empty Space of a Void expo.

No sights or sounds, just navigating vibrations of the stardirt below us, it’s doom
Not so much we have to inject into the history or the legend, hence, a holy tome
Every word of paragraph compilation, weaving a tale that appears to be fictional 
It’s a shred of the holy name, the arc of the covenant that we call, my Holy Grail.

Believe me without a choice to ignore the Truth in plain sight, all Life will die too 
In or out of the drive-thru lane, satiation occurs unless death’s afoot or the Blues
Shape, a formation in either a straight line to infinity or a circular bend meeting
Lower underneath the highest level above ground zero, passin’ touchdown king. 


Brought a knife to a gunfight, sharp and in stealth mode but not no silver bullet
Far away, yards from several to hundreds, rifle’s shells of gunpowder & lead shyt 
Pace is quick and slows down as the energy drains, it’s a thermodynamic theory
Heat expands and Cold contracts, it’s not personal, the way it is, is the way it is. 


Mirrors with the reflections you’d never know if the polished glass wasn’t gifted 
A la all gods or an accidental find of the gold & silver made out of the dead lead 
In every case, in or out of the darkness, eating dead plants & animals to survive
Defecating & defalcating until the cows come home to trip on legs without arms.

How many fans are fanatics who sit & stand for points shaved, wise, forsoothe
What I mean by the odds & ends are the random deductions from assumptions
Inductions aside, the truth of the premises yield the final production of a Truth
Recollection is required, bad memory cannot function as the first or third sins.

Been around a little bit, more than some and less than a few others, yet, I flow
As the stream moves north to south in the Northern hemisphere & vice below
South pole where nobody goes to vacation with the children and pets of Man
Completely spun into a frenzy, the wobble ceases & friction ignites the firemen.

Picked six or twelve in the material world where the odds are against the gods
Nobody anywhere at any time from the origin to dissolution of cones and rods 
Nothing to see here in any case, reality and fantasy merge into comic relief scud 
Imagine it, muddy H2O becoming an animate virus & bacterium, a meteor dud.

Now & again it will happen in the future as it has in the past, death wins battles
Either a war to defend imaginary nonsense or just insane mind of a damn killer
You can conclude the inevitable, nobody gets out of here alive, we’re gonna die 
Like your ancestors for the last several centuries as well as descendants on high.

Dream ends, eyes stare at Nothing as if it will change but it will not, it’s The End 
Thoughts from others who survive our corpus dillecti are without guilt to offend
Touchdowns, Home-runs, overtime last minute three exposes losers & winners
Here and Now is the By and Bye as above, so below, I will leave you with jitters.


by 
r j j stephan, i 

c. Dimanche, 12-7-MMXXV Anno Domini @1010 AMPST 
(December 7th Day of Infamy)

{ Kicked this out with @JonnyLangBand Live @Montreux 1999 video on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bb6wkH7g7zM?si=JWaPjOx_r5_SxynV}  & LIVE FOOTAGE OF PEARL HARBOR BOMBING BY THE JAPANESE ZEROES 7 DECEMBER 1941 LINK @ https://youtu.be/tvSz9jyJSgM #StateOfWAR } 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, December 03, 2025

#ShesGoneGirl & @MorganWallen #HITS2025

AS LONG AS…THERE’S A LIT,
 NEON MOON, MAMA
Fur is the shaved hair of the animals who lost it to a predator named Man, protagonist wives 
Progenitors do well to tell the proper tales that exhibit the fearless attitude of all boys’ lives 
Feeling like I did something unfortunate that will crush the innocent and wild in sad sacks 
Parents of all or none, it’s a group consciousness that transforms teats into the bare backs.

Being the antagonist is easy as pie, any pie is fine, apple, cherry or peach, pumpkin vegetable 
Even ice cream on top, like Rocky Road marshmallows I digitize in cocoa so hot, yet I babble 
Bringing the comprehension to the incomprehensible for analysis, as UFO’s move as a frisbee 
Parrots repeating in synchronistic accord with the available metadata using metalogic for free.

Reporting UFO sightings but as recalling them, your soul gets stripped of it & it slips the mind 
As if you have any reason to believe what you’ve never seen, tricking your friends hard to find 
To me and to everyone else on Earth, if we fail to breathe in and out, we’re turning to corpse 
Four corners on the dead-end street is a game well-played, a part of the whole shebang force. 

By the skin of my chin, that hair grows for no reason out every pore in everybody, triangular 
I got you in my cross-hair sight, you’re the bull’s eye, I'm bowling in a back alley by a dive bar 
Neon light blinking and moving in Space, both within outside of the atmosphere, it is like this 
Spheres and cubes, tubular maggots flying in the sky above Earth’s dirty business, dead ass.

UFO fleets serving Hu-man in menus, they masticate & defecate scat, stinks to high heaven 
Persuade and convince a rational mind of Truth which no irrational mind could comprehend 
Deductions and inductions from the available data, repeatable & abnormal secrets I can’t tell 
Reportage of secrets may not be believed, incredible truths untold yet I know ;em, cold in hell. 

No light other than a hot fire that burns if you get too close, you cannot believe your third eye 
Heads or tails on the flip, there are no other options, unless Time ceases to move, then you die 
I heard you crying about me, after I was already gone but not before as I loved all your steps 
Reprieve never will come back to me, I snooze, I lose, always like that, every time, never stops.

Prodigal son I was until I got too old to quip about the bovine scat being dished & pushed out 
But the powers that be weren’t so strong any more, ran out of the power, goes around about 
Systems go down when you need them most, you reboot and begin where you left off, lost too 
As above so it is below, not our choice, it’s the nature of the beast, the lonely man S.O.S blue.

Passed for being all too human, alienist so futuristic that everything exploded in an icy tweet 
All people on Earth no religion is one big lie, don’t ask the pope to expose the bishop prick feet 
Whatever comes around'll go around, it’s the way it must be, circular jerks runnin’ all dopey 
Head is on the block, it’ll get chopped by the guillotine and the crown will fall, downtown tea. 

Problems all solved with logic, reason and post-calculus with all geometry & algebra functions 
Trigonometry allows the pens & auto-pencils to record inverse moguls & reverse malfunctions 
Hardly soft, inner place that causes excitement overflow into a maelstrom of tidal flies today 
On the beach that gets longer as the wake rises above & gets ready to wash my ass far away.

Blows of love and the woes that allowed our sadness to get out of our hearts, forget it all slow 
Worry about work & play, fools in ash & dust, sleepin’ on moon rocks, smokin’ cure leaf dap 
Anxious as a man on his first mission to woo the opposite gender who needed an egg tickle rap 
Black, grey to white-out, no mercy for the ungrateful and now money-maker is all you got, so.

Put up a fight, revolution back to the way it used to be, praise your god and the money-maker 
It’s all about the reasons you can repeat as if the spirit might forget if not gone over and over 
Lights on the tail & the head up, sight to see in a hot form, red, white & blue, freedom signals 
Stop, look, listen & grind peace to a halt, out the battles, kill or be killed by dead trip angels.

Up to the hilt maximum, down to the minimum & in between is where I’m gonna try to begin 
Fight or not, in the end all of us die, eagles too, laugh & cry but everybody goes to a mortal rig 
Bones dry, skin to dust with a sanguine liquid, not even a first or last name on a corporal sin
All we know, it’s all mine, reparations & reincarnations disturbed groove, immortal shindig. 
 
by
 r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Freezember the 2nd, MMXXV Anno Domini #PocketFullOfDough
{ Trapped this fish jammin’ to @Everlast #UngrafulLiving CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c?si=HgkfptwnN5EgrjpM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

Saturday, November 29, 2025

#IWantMy @Nickelbak #BeLikeH2O #DiamondsFacetsAllOne #TheTyger #NeonMoon @BrooksAndDunneWith @MorganWallen #GottaGitALittleDirtyWhenYourDigginForGold #BlackCrowes



A monkey wearing a sailor hat and holding a glass of liquid

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COWBOY EVOLVED FROM PERFECTION, FORNICATION OF THOU
All of us, totally alive now or already dead are inside of a surrealistic dream, it’s all strife 
As if you’ve stumbled upon One, Salvidor Dali work of art, paint, pencil, photo, light beam 
Miracles I’ve searched for to not only witness the event but also tell a tall tale, incredible 
Yet, Truth is like that if you’ve never heard of it, it may make or ruin your whole day & life.

What is above or below this Earth, scientists and dead men walking know it all, empty zero 
Knowledge and wisdom of this deck of cards with the hands already dealt by being in utero 
Lucky nails & teeth will grow to eat the world & protect hearts from harm, soul of God form 
In millions of animated things, transitioning from Nothing to Something & all the way back.

Corked bottles keep the fermented fruit of the vine, fresh as the day grape squirted to glass 
They all left a while ago but now, all boys are back in town & runnin’ the blocks like a badass 
You know what I know, only you know like I do how the end is gonna be without a spirit fool 
Divine or humane, all in and out of the ears, critical cyber-realities remain an accurate tool.

Empty between the ears outside of the skull & bones, RNA & DNA absent of a liberated Will 
Snowed the frozen rain down from mountaintop to the valleys of the blue marble’s spin skill 
Due to the whirling & wobbling, Life asserted itself in the insanity of Earth, Wind & hot Fire 
Lunatics want to fight when they know they’re gonna lose the war, no plan or bird on a wire.

It’s essence of extinction, a black hole with a Singularity in plain sight of a mind’s 3rd eyeball 
As geometric calculus fills the Void’s matrix with Uno & Zero, lines, columns collapse it all 
It all couldn’t be any worse ‘ the worst possible event unleashed, AC/DC #DayOnTheGreen 
Live wires charged with power, protons, electrons and neutrino neutrons, Ionics I’m all in.

Known that nothing exists before the Big Bang & won’t exist a moment the day after tours 
Trash and wealth combine down the journey to the epicenter of being, One & Many doors 
Drifting on the breeze, getting blown away by the all too human jobs comin’ out of the blue 
History drives the fists to punch holes in the matrix, Will Power runnin’ the street & the rue. 

Junkyards full of the used metal and plastic we can’t launch into empty space to the moon 
Breaks in the matrix happen, moments at a time, posterity controls the gatekeeper’s spoon 
Space is inner and outer between shards of Life & Absolute Oneness, getting naked for sex 
Only way to cooperate with the overlords is to stay invisible, never cause dissolution’s hex.

Magic spells work, accidentally directed by the holy & desecrated earth soil, buried bones 
Breaking rocks on the chain gang because I’m the forced labor, I got framed by her moans 
I don’t know anything for certain other than you’re in the same boat as I am, empty bliss pie 
Ignorance of the knowledge is wisdom’s protection, singing, dancing, eating until y’all die.

Made it out of jail with a bullet in his back, a 30:06 line of sight, in the crosshairs of Eternity 
Way gone just like the song says, ol’ Mr. Brooks & Mr. Dunn movin’ on a target onto my eyes 
Fathers miss their daughters they never produced from the gametes, world turns blue man 
I set alone at a table way in the back of a bar, only lonely folks go to for spirits of a drunk sin. 

Of course, inebriation is everything a human needs to forget about suffering pains of love 
Leaving for another Man who cannot compete with me, it was all meant to be that way too 
Had to be in the place in Space at the right time, Timing is Everything, as Romeo knew, so 
Keep your bearskin in tact, block everything other than 7mm rounds, hide out cave above. 

Stars burn but when you’re far enough away, keep your feet & backbone warm, no, I’m gone 
I took too much time, ran out before I knew it, my eyes and ears opened wide, funk moaned 
As if there was never a warning about the hereafter that comes when the corpse rots in 10 
But only ignorance shines in reflection, believe in the unknown, call it the End, I Am all Zen.

As a wagon wheel turns, if you got four of ‘em, you’ll get a bunch of dogwood flower blooms 
You owe me, I owe you but neither of us will recover from sudden death, debts’ livin’ rooms 
Purple in the infrared range and Red in the ultraviolet domain, reversed psychosis to all now 
Holidays & holy days regarded as special, without it, we’re not conceived in a cocaine blow.

Clocks tickin’ & sun’s is still up in the same place, above black & blue skies, look out below 
Five o’clock now, somewhere in the world for a minute, already gone there, drunk in my pity 
Criticize my thorough analysis at your own risk, deduce and induce the logical conclusions 
Invert the investigation & plow through your memories you can recollect, Eve’s original sins.

She said she loved Adam, Eve had imagination rollin’ well, now here we are, so all way gone 
Like ships sailing on the infinite seas all around us, solar system & galaxy in this tiny drone 
Can’t even see one hide nor hair from way up above the stratosphere, nobody’s home, sigh 
Saddle is keepin’ my bottom dry, candle burnin’ at both ends, this cowboy barely gettin’ by.

Lipstick on the mirror said “Good-Bye” as a creative evil dream alive, fix-sad faced drippin’ 
It wasn’t the only way to go but it was all a lie, didn’t know that it was, Know to be one, son 
Boyfriend, husband, significant other in relations, random accidents, Ma & Pa had a bawl 
Here we are, healthy or wealthy & sick, you don’t like my smoke or tattoos, so KMCA y’all. 

All my holy “Zen passes through all our definitions & remains Zen as before,” inevitable “I” 
Id, Super Ego & little ol’ me, the Ego from ovaries in a Sicilian woman, oh mamas, y’all sigh 
Big timin’ in a small town, up in Pilot Hill ‘tween Cool & high Coloma, where bare feet walk 
Black or blue denim, jeans from the heavenly clouds or Macy’s but either way, I still balk.

Never know when it’s gonna last more than a NYC minute or ½ a lifetime, you only get one 
Nobody gets another chance, they myth has deceived the ghosts in the machines for fun 
Now hear this, free emotional rescue for you, just because you thought you were so pretty 
Breaking the infinite line in two, division of perfection into double vision, creates the nutty.

Some nuts fell out the trees, others came out the male injections of gametes into ‘er hips 
Not only rats and worms but also the humans who know it all, forget about their sail ships 
Karma carried over until the galaxy implodes into its essence, Nothing subatomic, charm 
Farmers with a tan, drivin’ pickups like country boys do, makin’ daughters mama’s farm. 

Camouflage britches and a dago T-shirt, hippy long-hair or a Mohawk or a chilly-ass fades 
All Time comin’ as the Earth spins one way, dawn & dusk always the identical dark shades 
Put my love into a function of an equation & produced two old men, infants turned too cool 
Beatniks beat up into hippies and their progeny, spend all you have, Hell bent gerkoff fool. 

Talkin’ smack without power to back it up, getting the scat & hell beat out of a jive ass, OMG 
You and the rest of the species may mock the Truth but it remains the same, an End of Time 
Pepper doctor ground all the rocks into dust, nothing is alive & there’s no need for anybody
Hillbillies live below a Mason-Dixon, sweet home choak it up, ambush an Alabama rhyme.


by 
r j stephan, i


c. Samedhi, XXIX-XXX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheRollingStones #LivinInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LNNPNweSbp8?si=DuRwIt-LkPOGAUs_


F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?


Sunday, November 23, 2025

#RockMeMama #MamaRockMe FOREVER AIN'T A LITTLE WHILE "IT COULD BE WORSE" -- #UncleRomeo @Xteena #WTFmomentarily #FornikayTed #StealthMode #JORDAN #CURTISLOWE #MJNIKEMIKE

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Silhouette of a bicycle, outside during sunset or sunrise

MY SCHWINN,

 MY WHEELS

Copy of the thing itself causes the myriads of genetic mutations possible in the Oz
A world of Never-Neverland invisible to naked eyes but all there is to the 3rd dicks
Middle of your forehead can be under your widow’s peak dreamin’ in 3D for kicks
They kept getting harder to find until the trick got turned without being the cause.

Intent on comprehending the nature of a beast, found alive & well on the surface
No barrier to the dimension, the 3rd is invisible to a 4th & not vice versa, rat race
Eye to eye, ear to the ground heard in concert, a scent & taste of spice, megadeal
Ace deuce cards well-played, @Trump necessary & sufficient Truth overexposure.

Negatives and prints of the imagery behind the machines running in synch with Z
Or Y or X for the matter & energy relate to the speed of light squared, here ye W
Nothing et al like egg & gamete flagella beginning a mystery we lionized as divine
No other proof than, what else could it be but an accident of subatomic collision.

Come on men an women, we’re better than this, let’s come up with an answer too
Using logic and reason with the reliance on the written word, pen and cyber paper
Every single bit of every iota of knowledge & wisdom can be put on 2 giga-bytes
Gone, all gone with the flow into the black hole’s Singularity becomes . all there is.

Far from the streets of Chicago, which is where my two wheels roamed, in Cali
All the gold in the world is here & it’s all in the form of lead, as above, so below
Igloos to teepees, skyscrapers to underground space-mother earth’s hollow
Grades are always excellent and above average as long as I am the hard candy.

Miles and miles I rolled back & forth on paper routes and baseball practice daily
What did I know about what Life would bring onto my seventies, yet that’s reality
Seeing is believing but if you believe the invisible is something real, get committed
You got delusions runnin’ your schematic, get a tune-up before you’re dead.

Nobody can tell you to believe something if you aren’t of the mind to, hence I did
I didn’t have a mind to believe in higher power, nobody told me to, come to a skid
Stopped to perpetrate in a name of Love or momentary lapse of Reason, all I am
Was not here the day before I was conceived, believed love’s lust, impure jam.

Tired of talking in front of a mirror, fall asleep as I speak to myself, what I say too
Essential to what I mean, to be understood for no reason other than, just because
As human beings in communication, connected pieces of matter, all too human
What it is, somebody couldn’t tell me, I analyzed & concluded, there’s no big boss.

No gods-eye in the sky which appears blue, of starshine, black hole turned white
Supreme or not so much that but more than every other thing, all forms in sight
Taken what’s given by posterity or some power that has no form visible to any Ga
Except to one 3rd eye, we know it all, my Schwinn 24-inch, sweet gift a la old Pa.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday 11-23-2025 AD @ 444 PMPST
{ Created while jammin’ to #NAFT but then I hit play on https://youtu.be/ECfm4t86-Jw @WarrenHaynesBand concert }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, November 21, 2025

SIESTA FOR YO' MAMAS #CeLive say the old folks, #YaNeverCanTell @ThreeDogNight #MamaToldMeNotToCome @WarrenHaynesBand

ALIEN AIN’T REAL, SEEING THINGS 
Serious business beginning from the Alpha male to the Beta to the Cappa, all the above
It’s all a ruse to seize the means of production and reproduce only cogs for the machine
No free will or creativity options for any homo sapiens form, ce live, you never can shout
How fine the lines are that get drawn before your input, you can barely make them out.

Bleeding the air from the bag of wind, the form that’s all too human, as above, hung ropes
Everyone knows nothing about what’s happening here and now on Earth, not even Popes
Best guess is this is all an unfortunate accident of evolved consciousness able to take sips
Day to day, each spin of Earth’s mass on the imaginary axis, it wobbles & rolls the ellipse.

Immature as I’ve been since I was four, now I’m seventy-four and shit’s still all copacetic
Told stories about all I could recall from the olden days when I’d couple up with the Magic
Came out of the blue when I presented my presence to behold, they fell one by one, a pity
I wasn’t even trying but then the ‘nam war called me to be a perfect hero from a windy city.

I did what I could, someone was always on my mind for 8 weeks or more, then vanished too
Empty of the sweet and sour sauce that disguised the cuisine like the sky’s green-aqua blue
How many times can I touch the one I love before she disappears into thin air, my chimera
Dreaming is fine, I’ll wake up & she’ll be here, there again, picture in my Polaroid camera.

With me or without me, live as my companion and you’ll never need anything anytime soon
Host of the invaders comin’ out of nowhere in this Time or Space, breakin’ bad dimension
Why chit does what is being done, either we’re a toy or food, power to be one equal to none
Waited through the infancy, adolescence & adultery-hood, here with silver & black for fun.

Toes on the lines, start or finish until the powers that be blow the whistle or pop a .22 blank
Game with no rules begins, stays live with the clock ticking off the hour, secondary minutes
Feeling without touching anything, needs blessing undeserved yet accepted with the dank
Holy ghost giving the Word that has no sound or appearance writing in the sand as It sits.

Boards ridden on the wheels on the ground, on the water waves in the southern seas surf
Graduated right on time, launched into the bills, taxes, private residence and vehicle turf
Lips that get too loose will sink the ships that remain at sea pole to pole for the duration
Liars tell the Truth all the time but nobody believes the Truth anymore, lost in mortal sin.

Hops, skips and jumps up and down the barrios and country’s counties in gold territory
All usurped from the natives who arrived & colonized before Europa & Africa fell off glory
Pain and suffering with the relief and pleasure tweaking the never-ending nervous twitches
Absorb, assimilate and project the success of whole shebang, you recall the idiot pitches.

Then you move, animate the bones and without the need or desire to die, you stop breath
Heart stops, rigor mortis sets in, the dead cells begin to atrophy & in no time feeds Death
I defy you and you defy the others you meet after I’ve taught you defiance sufficiently, so
Love or hate me, I don’t give a flyin’ bonehead, like my old boss, what I am is below low.

In every possible case that can exhibit the shapes of Johnny Begood, that’s the rockin’ tip
Of course, before dawn comes, y’all still chantin’ #JohnnyBeGood & #GoodGollyMissMolly
It’s absolutely fine to dance & play, you’ll hear your mama call & she’ll show you a cool slip
Rainbows or absolute zeroes & ones to maintain the matrix, colors vanish, my bad, my folly.

As your mother’s voice broke the silence of the heavenly spirit uncreated by the effulgence
I know and you know about the things themselves and the origin of the omnipresent ghost
Zeitgeist as it’s formulated is imaginary shapes of variable, atomic forms of being unknown
Word, the Fire, the Logo that got Woke as a draft-dodger stealing valor as if a mind’s blown.

God’s feet animate mud, blood & beer, moving from space to space just in Time for dreams
Function of the calculus is beyond my IQ level which is a shade above, below-average jibs
Compared to Nothing, everything that’s Good & Evil is the GIFT of life, fortunate queen’s rex
Special forces workin’ on rare Earth’s deposits to facilitate your obliteration of existence X.

Push to possess total control over your free will to act responsibly with omnipotence magic
Attained once determined that the Will to Power was the key to the lock, ticket to the game
All that we are, we who may or may not believe in Love or Divinity, we’re victims of the crime
Forgiven above and below for the fresh breath of the mental illusion, dead, ran out of time.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, Blovember XXIst MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 1111 AMPST

{ Wielded this #Sword while listenin’ to #CarWash @Christina_Aguilera https://youtu.be/aVlpy5USN-E }

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W.W.A.R.D.?
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THE WEEPING WOMAN - PABLO PICASSO

Sunday, November 16, 2025

#NotAmused #TotallyEdified #YouCanLeaveYourLidOn #BBQrednecks #RedneckWoman #WereRednecks #BrothersTillTheDayWeDie #ShortPeopleGotNobody #DeadMansCurve @JanAndDean #CrossroadsFestival #SlowHand

1969 SS Camaro 383ci (small block)
REASONABLE, LOGICAL, DEAD END

Gilded loins as if that wasn’t destiny for every single man & woman conceived
Love and the lack of it is the revolution and the orbit around blown fire-seed
Happy as a sad creation might be if the creator died or ran away with a spoon
Miles and miles of trials, piles of scat as high as a kite, not quite the old moon.

Dripping due to gravity or else everything would remain copacetic as the Void
Keeping in mind that everything is at the bottom of the big idea, Truth to avoid
Subjects and predicates come into view, don’t analyze the compost of menudo
It’s all going back to the original essence, cosmic egg-full of empty atoms’ GO.

Hints of the things only a blind man with a bitter taste and olfactory nonsense
Every single multiplication of zero times zero always equals the inevitable zero
Dot, dot, dot, dada, dada, dada is all nonsense but it keeps the beat & rhythm
Punks off the streets of America, north or south, Euro-Asian-African-Aussie vim.

Punched in the face feels like the way it did the day we were born, we saw light
We went toward the light unless cesarean, only then we got the shock to fight
For freedom and just good oxygen and water to drink as we collect & hunt food
Sailing seven seas or seven continents to roam, like a virus, mankind got so rude.

Eating most everything that’s alive that you don’t need to remain alive and well
Apes could paddle a raft around 7 seas until they’re all annihilated by ordinance
Pump up the rhythm and rhyme, required for the end of lives of our food, pray
Thank the stars above and the diamond dirt below, we survived “The Dance.”

Peers have none, they’ve been purged from the system, only zeroes & ones left
In an infinite recombination of acid, effulgence of subatomic particles, all Gluon
My old home ain’t home any longer, it’s what happens once abandoned for fun
Memory of what I forgot was meant to be, y’all wanna recall, The Day Y’all Die.

Invoices paid, shredded back to zero, nothing to show but a pitiful pile of cash
It ain’t worth more than a pot full of gold, at least the one you smoked, a dash
Freedom from death isn’t an option, you ate the dead things, you’re capitulate
Mer, way Marie, Jojo fallin’ out fenetre, Al-Rob exit stage right, twins two too.

9 steps for the slinky to spring on down to the bottom of the case, bottom’s up
Like it or not, the transportation by air, rail, interstate motors & ships all phuq’d
Little eyes and tiny eyes lookin’ up at the mommies and daddies to see what it is
Nobody knew & couldn’t say, all pretended to be wise, a myriad of actual #Jizz.

Pioneers and the facts of life they went by in their everyday lives are now extinct
Until the last drop of blood, they fought battles and wars for irrational reasoning
For the king & the queen, for the people, for the proletariat all in vain, “X’s” gold
Needing nothing & wanting every byte is good, bad & ugly, leaf substance rolled.

Seed breaks open into the atmospheric space, husk disappears & reverses roots
Gravitational collapse rules override the power of the will, we’ll all be in cahoots
With the power that is, powers that be, we can’t go wrong, we have the answer
Hold Earth’s last breath if you can, you’ll fail that fool’s mission, glad I knew her.

Broken wing can’t fly without the other one, pitiful to know, death’s one’s Fall
Nobody gets any choice to get out of here alive, my girls and wives all crazy Zen
Inner or outer space have no essential difference, then your presence dims it all
Awareness of being awake and getting tired, falling asleep, dreaming It AGAIN!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, November XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini #HighNoon
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @RandyNewman LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/wR0D6HJms8w?si=0RNZ7GFPP5axCElz }
F I N I S
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Sunday, November 09, 2025

IT TAKES FOREVER YOU GOT TIMING, TIMING IS EVERYTHING *ShoutOutToMargie

FOOLS REPEAT IT ALL AD INFINITUM,
SLIDE INTO HOME
As long as you’re down on your knees, you mind as well raise a glass to your missing maker
Money it made and ass it moves on, nothing is missed, replacement with the essence baker
Pushin’ and pullin’ on the new world orders, keepin’ the keepers & sellin’ cursed flakes & herbs
Higher hierarchy of the things that we name nouns and pronouns, they move I said the verbs.

Behind the trips and flights into ecstasy are the spirits who stay invisible because they’re gone
Left the thing all by itself a million years ago, evolved to today without anything but Time fun
Bread saved in hot boxes but ends of the loaves are not worth the crumbs they’ll become, iced
Eating until your trip ends just like every single living human who ever lived once, not twiced.

Beer, wine, anything spirit in the day or night that allows the thing itself to become what it is
That is a form, mortal and ready to disintegrate mind and body, no free will to guilty pleasures
Wins and losses for all, nobody is above the law, many are below the law but none up yonder
In the eyes of the minds, we’re all lost and found if we get lucky, most don’t, it’s a busted kiss.

Bucking broncos out of the corrals, they’ll get back & forth without anywhere to go, eat oats
Maybe some hay & a lot of water to break the DNA down into fuel to git the phuq out of here
Time and Space is everything, I don’t know what else to say but I’ll drop some sublime blowout
Out my head & mouth, kiss from my lips to seal it & know this is true, I am The One, no doubt!

I’ve flown into your purview for no reason, for the rational is irrational, it’s showtime for reals
Senses full and in override workin’ the system into a frenzy, it’s all about the lovers and haters
Check your privilege out at the door, it’s unwelcome inside of the sanctum of silence, it feels
As if it’s over yet it never ends the story, until we’re the Singularity, keep circumcising Gators!

Daughters are all out of town, sons givin’ their best to power up the anarchy, lazy bone bums
Grandchildren of the olden folks who died either happy or sad, left a pocket full of dough sums
Fighting for the portion you’ll never see, the scars you get are all there is, the rest Charity sees
Whoever did nothing did everything possible, probably just an alien creator of mud guppies.

Check out the blue sky today, look up to forever, it’s something both blue & black, got #milfs?
Probably you’ll die happy or sad but it won’t matter a bit, nothing carries on smooth as silk
Being evil or good is nothing special, it’s the aftermath of the will to power, getting the joke
It’s humorous that I laugh at the weeping and gnashing of teeth, punch line is, “I Am Woke!”

Certainty It is elusive because everything is the essence of uncertainty, it’s a principle of gods
Keep the creation guessing and never give up the ghost, only hints at the reason for our bods
Herds kept in tact by mere fortune and hard cowboy work, from the wild to the slaughter slide
Do everything you can to keep your head breathing above water, be happy your enemies died.

Due to mad skills, self-defensive blows were sufficient to eliminate all threats, peace battle slam
Relationships with the others seem impossible since they want more than they will ever receive
Survival of the species has nothing to do with you or I, we’re hanging chads on the voter sleeve
Doubts to replace the absolute certainty that God created the cosmos, “I think, therefore I am.”

I found what you lost and now I can tell you that you never lost it, you just hid it in safe places
Deeper than the deep end of the men who made mudholes for the kids to swim, wet, hot faces
Bums are the several ones whose parents didn’t GAF about their birth nor their death, a thing
Itself is all you can fathom, form appears 72 inches high, more or less, give/take a foot toe ring.

Trippin’ on the melodies, treble and bass, lyrics and voices that blew ‘em into the open, dead air
It’s always something, one way or the other, things will change like it or not, it’s the holy affair
From intercourse to the urn or cemetery of ash and dust, raising hands ain’t allowed anymore
Spirit hears a clean pour of Jack Daniels, all set to imbibe it all, shotgun shot glass let me pour.

History is hysterical if you get the chance to read all about it, we should have gone extinct here
It’s likely that our flesh is not very tasty to the animals who’d consume our cadavers, shed a tear
It’s why we don’t know what happens after death, if it’s better than life on Earth, it’s a suicide
If it’s worse than life on Earth, it’s a mystery ‘til we find out, it’s too late, take a pill, sin of pride.

Break a leg now or never, if & only if you believe blindly, there’s a chance you’re right, so believe
Good luck to be me, right this second over on 47th street of L.A. in the USA, loaded .357 reprieve
Mic’d up in case the press gets to question me for news at 10, honkies & baked junkies fear not
Conclusive evidence just in, life is but a dream, the dreamer has split into billions of bones a lot.

Keeper or throwback, hills to be climbed & slid back down, wipe out as if never even here at all
Deduce this with the tools and skills you’ve inherited from the Cro-Magnon bunch, feel the Fall
Sentenced to eternal damnation by nobody I know, nearly forced a brainwash to remain, gone
Clear light, sighted eyes, blinded by smoke & mirrors, rhythm’s chief, groovin’ shoot a shot gun!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Blovember 9th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1430 hours
{ Bled this out of my coronary artery while jammin’ to LOST SANTANA jams on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LjLD47mb_jA?si=yV6XDv7C1s6famtn }
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