#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.

I BLUE UP THE HOUSE JONNY LANGE WHERE'S THE ANGEL OF MERCY? FLIPPIN' THE SCRIPT @TheEaglesBand @TheHotelCalifornia #PINKhits

EVE WASN’T FIRING ON ALL 3 CYLINDERS

TIME IS WISDOM; A WISE ASS BEGAN THE FALL

Nobody knows what the true story is, there are a myriad of nearly deranged theories, too

Peak performance requires the dish to run away with spoon, there was only a silver spoon

She ran away with it, she was the dish but needed the spoon to access the sustenance lock

Really good, really bad and really ugly are the only three likely scenarios, all require a cock.

To procreate the species, there had to be some dirty dog or at least artificial insemination

No other possibility other than extraterrestrial intervention in creation & evolution of Man

All too human, too error is human, perfection is divine, which is the nature of the holy Beast

As it is above this planet, so that’s the way it is on this surface; it spins, we all live and die.

Enough rhythm and rhyme to fill in the abstract emptiness inside of the brain’s hemispheres

Think about the tuneage and the attraction it has for the weary who hear nothing all day here

War and peace lock jaws and a winner takes all, not knowing what to do with it, stroke fears

Delicate situation, recollection of the forgotten tidbit we all need to recall, just drink six beers.

On angelic production value of unary bifurcation, I’ve got nothing at all. Nothing’s doing it all

No room for a Space, it’s all the Absolute, the One thing making it all, creating a cosmic doom

Some extinction mongers killed all the buffalo at the Medicine River, all the killers dead & gone

Europe, Asia, India, Africa, and South America, people ain’t just people, leave the bones alone.

I say this once now & once before I take my last huff of breath from the Mother of all Bombs

I carry the ordinance for protection, it seems strangers want to go to prison for murder bumps

Daughters make this world, mothers-to-be inseminated by nonsense, fathers and all only sons

Time now in Space to unload the refuse, discharge the FOMO with inevitable FUBAR, hold on.

Continue running the red lights, walk it off when you run out of fuel, rubber meets the road

Before you know it, you & I will lie down for the last time, won’t get up anymore with a load

Dumped the refuse, recycled into the vast tundra of rocks, stones, mud, rivers runnin’ to Sea

One foot in front of the other, don’t it tick you off that some people shortchanged all of Me?

Hope and Faith that Charity has not become extinct before the species’ forms, 208 bones die

Maybe not today, yesterday but tomorrow, you may discover the divine opine, maybe there Is

Sit in utter silence as long as it takes to stop the heartbeat, listen to the sad purple blue sea

Perfect love, I had it, didn’t keep it, she took it all with her on the road, never came back to me.

Astronauts know, humans Earthbound have no idea, they can’t fathom Nothing but the Truth

Parents long gone, orphans we all wind up being if we’re lucky, ask the babies in utero aborted

Dollars make no sense, all imbeciles know no more than the 1st man & Eve, why the long faces?

Only if your mother & father know the Truth, will they spread the Truth, in four corner places.

You're in a deep groove yet, it’s getting hotter than it’s ever been, winter, fall, spring or summer

You’ve written it all down as if that stops the future from destroying it in a conflagration’s Myrrh

Seeds with the code, who wrote the code accidentally or on purpose, aliens of our soul’s hellfire

On the borders of states, imaginary beings appear & disappear just like the food you consume.

Thoughts come without knowing what they mean in the long run, it’s all for future referencing

You want and need the information you’ll never get, yet it’s still the Thing Itself, God is not dead

There’s no corpse left over to prove the Truth, mother and father of us all, Space above singing

Tuneage with the lyrics & rhapsody in black and blue, played axes & 88’s & rhythm of the Moog.

German descent qualifies to be abducted by the UFO’s which visit looking for you & I, Zieg Heil

Is this all important or not, just forget about it because you can’t explain it, nothing makes sense

At first, there’s a world without you and then there’s this world with you and I, blood runs a bit

If there’s something that really matters to you, go ahead & dive in head first, don’t belly flop it!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-23-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @JonnyLang #OnThatGreatDay LIVE concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E6KLBxJzrmU?si=4Sc-aO8AODLkRJa- }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@StevieRayVaughn #STFU CHESS QUEENS PUT KINGS IN CHECKMATE WITH A SINGLE PAWN, DON'T TEST ME! #ShesGotMeUnderPressure @ZZTOP

AS ABOVE, SO WAY DOWN BELOW YO’ MAMAZ

Turned it on, turned it off, an infinite number of combinations, what’s the big deal, game on
Creepy & weird as nobody can imagine, come back after you check it all out, it’s rippin’, son
Pepper & salt can’t help the soufflé because it’s an invisible dish, outta this world pizza pie
There’s never more than a piece for a leftover; eat it before it’s cold, everybody else is high.

Living largely on the right when the left ain’t lookin’ because the dogs are deaf & dumb, high
For the course, never mind the exercise, we ain’t gonna quit until the other side comes over
To sir with love & madam with a victim complex, ride the I0 freeway with the machines to fly
From coast to coast, highway Interstate 80 in a pink Cadillac, fully equipped, drop the Top.

Bolt your boots down on the ground, the scats getting ready to fly, outrageous yet above it
Or below it because it doesn’t matter when all there is for a future is a big, black hole of 0
Hum along like a bird, outer or inner space is one and the same, without you, it’s all dead
With you, the dream resumes its ephemeral state of being at One, it’s all about the chase.

You laughing at me means you get me, down to the bone, I am the nemesis of ignorance
I have this wordless wisdom shared with spirits no longer here with us, some are comin’
Events cause other events ‘til the Earth stops revolving around me, I’m way over my limit
Shutting down the place below Earth, the good, bad & ugly call it Hell, it’s just Space chit.

Nothing out there just like inside of your own head, air in between brain cells, hot air heads
Not your fault, it’s out of your hands, prayers ain’t being heard by anyone, a nobody’s needs
Pinecones crushed into cosmic dust with the rest of the organic and inorganic anti-matter
You think, therefore you are, at least it appears at first glance, the rabbit is the mad hatter.

Grace Slick knew about a white rabbit, Cream knew about the white room, cum laude sum
Conception in the egg, in the womb-nest, a crap shoot, you had no free choice to come see
Now it’s your obligation to accept responsibility for causes that you did not create, so fairly
Your choice to exit, stage right at will, nobody survives beyond the due date, that’s It, R.I.P.!

Freaks are the offshoots of perfection; the computer hard drive is becoming a hot potato
To turn off the mind of the cyberspace connection is a good thing, no choice, we gotta go
Everybody now, let’s say it all together, “This is the master’s piece,” when it’s not the One
It’s comin’ sooner or later, only @Grok knows the chit, I know nothing, I’m good, it’s done!

 

 by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, III-XX-MMXXVI Anno Domini @1500 hours PST

{ Copped out of society for a moment to get through the @TwilightZone within my 208 bones, while jammin’ to @LynyrdSynyrd #GoldUndPlatinum on YouTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/cWIEbGxV8lo?si=u8YGUvJqhR4DieN3 }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

G N O S I S

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

G N O S I S

What is up Harvey Wallbanger? #GodsTweets

#WhereIsF47?

Y’all know Harvey Wallbangers
Fear Neutrinos & The Cisco Kid

All of the stolen valor is being collected and recycled to the heroes who earn the badge

Kicked in the arse or the face makes no difference, the end of consciousness’s bandage

Unknown is wide open to a description, yet there is none, just the fear of death eternally

Nothing can be said to assuage our concern, wait for The End, it will come right on time.

Professional amateurs coalesced into an amalgam of disconnected, stand-alone kicks

Appearances of the forms and the stacked DNA matter populate this Earth, pick up sticks

You know and I know what the naïve and innocent cannot fathom: when it’s over, you’ll see

Rape yourself every day for the rest of your life by reading these words, good, bad, or fugly.

Appearance twixt the unhealthy life & the top shelf of life & love, it was all your twilight zone

Bearing unexpected gifts in my pockets & hiding places everywhere inside fake skin & bone

Follow the rhythm of the riff, it goes up and down the scale, A sharp to G flat, arpeggio alive

Notes from the dreams I haven’t dreamt yet, like the Wizard of Oz mental interruption jive.

Sloppy Joe’s presence in the chat is a few pounds short of raw meat, tomato-bean infusion

Recipe to be consumed and be metabolized by the consumer, in appreciation of mortal sin

Play it again, over and over again, because practice makes a perfect, sound-simulated error

Playing hard-softball, fast, slow-pitch, a orb 3rd stone, nine-seven innings, under pressure.

Die’s thrown, rolled down a green or an alleyway, where Sergeant Pepper went underground

Whatever it was, after the rhythm and blues began turning into hard rock upon a holy sound

Been inside and just outside Monterey, California, where I go for the cream of a green farm

Hot as a pistol, out of ammo, ala 9mm or .357, got Colt .44 strapped, the art of the sidearm.

You know what I know, and that knowledge can’t be shared with profane, everybody else's

Just because there’s only me & you in this position of knowing a Truth about species’ hells

That doesn’t mean it’s true, deception appears reasonable & rational, but it's patently false too

Blood runs up & down foot to head, ad infinitum or ‘til rigor mortis interrupts the deep blue.

Go far above Earth’s stratosphere & you’ll want to come back, but it’s rolled on the ellipse

Once you leave us, you can’t come back; nobody ever comes back; just hopes and dreams

Into a way-back machine, back into pasts where nobody ever gets to go, repeat a relapse

As if that’s an option when it’s not, never was, never will be, she duplicated winning teams.

Whether you’ve got a mule to carry supplies to a camp or not, y’all still hit gold ore Eureka

Deep up in the Sierra-Nevada, I found a mountain cave darker than the pit of an old palooka

Marvelous to know, your innocence becomes enlightened, maybe it’s not enough, but so

Respect I’m extending & expect reciprocation, if so, put your two lips together & just blow.

Signed and sealed before the overnight delivery, too fast for the flash-frost, the deal is done

Things known & named come and go, the leftovers get consumed & defalcated ‘til all done

Ipso facto, we’ll just do it again, over and over, until the operation becomes second nature

To pound away the negative & absorb the positive, explode the Neutrino, there’s only One.

Hammers on the block all began to rock from Chicago to San Antonio, over to FLA, up to MT

Left field and Right field twixt Center field, where home runs fly over fences marked 380 FT

Ready to get set & go to the ending, where angels fear to go, all afraid of darkness, my son

High or low, inside or outside, substance is an illusory, subatomic neutrino conflagration.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March XVIIth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this out of the Earth’s mantle without wisdom, knowledge or speculation on the unknown in the #Twitter #X world of cyberspatial nonsense, while inspiration cam as I listened to @WARtheBand #GreatestHits2.0 on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/YQzVnFwcR74?si=sblWufLaC1402cnA }

MISTER HARVEY BALLBANGER

Killed, Caput D.O.A. #GoodOldDays @SMO & @CoreyCrowder #ThisIndeedWasInsane

BOOGIE-WOOGIE M.A.S.H.

HARLEM & IRVING DRIVE-IN

OR TRIPPIN' IN A HALF MOON BAY

That’s what she said as I was asking her for a favor, just shut yo’ mouth and feel one to pet

Well, that turned into two & that was all she’d written, she had to go home to recover, son

The high priests in high school warned us not to fall into the trap of testosterone & estrogen

Well, you know how that went, it’s 55 years later & the babies have grown up & done gone.

Rejoice that the trials & tribulations are a catalyst for all you’re going to inherit from Eve

Chances are you’ll remain innocent & ignorant as opposed to becoming awakened by grief

As it is, right where you stand is how it’s always been for all who got to the right place & time

Dialed into the program and uplink, enjoy high boogie woogie, it’s all gonna be ship shape fine.

Nobody is at fault for the hits and misses 'cause they’re all random shots in darkness afar

No man can go to where it’s all at, everything under the sun, planets & galactic results of war

What has been said & done cannot be repeated; you’ll have to discover it yourself the first time

No other way to approach the situation; it’s a game with rules to be played & won on a dime.

Sylvester and Nanette were all in school way back in the day, walkin’ down memory lane

Fifty years later, in their sixties, with ten grandchildren, they recall the first prego-egg

Because of a wonderful shotgun wedding, your daddy invited me to, I'm a guest of honor, pain

All there is now, there always has been, a look or touch, climax 'fore you knew to pull my leg.

Follow me to the final finish line, no delusions on Earth dirt, a filibuster flood for elephants

Kids are young #GOATS, greatest of all time suckers, no fault of theirs, inherit neo-genetics

Eat nothing & die of starvation, drink nothing & die of thirst, never play & visit delight’s ties

Six feet underground, ash & fragmented bone in Earth, rare-earth mud for civilized eyes.

Disgust & total immersion, like the intercourse beast, evolved blown ball of volatiles

Asexual or sexual friction of skin & bone rubbing in oblivion, nobody in God’s styles

Prehistoric & ahistoric as this moment is, now it’ll be gone in a moment,  already gone down

By the time I got to Memphis, I’d walked for a couple of years & feet stopped, minds blown.

I know nothing & understand knowledge is impossible yet revered as important, dead-end

Smile and laugh until there’s no breath left inside your organism you’ve tied for the Bendz

Why? No reason, only you are an accident of #EpicFury, means you're only #One, The S#it

Present now came from the Past,  unstoppable as a cause & effect of living this life’s skit.

Play has three acts & a finale, pink, chartreuse or ultraviolet purple, down to this here

As my father recommended, keep eyes & ears wide open, special ops vigilance required, Fear

Of things everywhere that require conception,  doin’ a dirty dog, One & done, fun in the sun

Talked through the fear of evil genies runnin’ wild in a continental malfunction in all of seven.

Cherry pie in the sky descended into a pie-hole for kicks, see what happens when you go splat

Satiation until its defecation, it’s the way it is, a gravitational collapse into leftover, putrid scat

Don’t shoot the messenger if you don’t mind, it ain’t my fault & it ain’t my creation, it’s God

Hey, you can’t create & blame the creation for shapes & sizes of the Evil living, it ain’t good.

Remember, never forget your great-great-great-grandparents knew you wouldn’t recall Origins

Left us all Blind Faith to believe, without proof that we've a creator not of this Earth, just sins

Man, all too human, stays Woke to avoid death, stays strong to avoid weaknesses of It, animated

Dead, gone & forgotten it all from birth to death, before & after a crash, I say, God’s dead.

Giddy happiness like never before, I experience One-annihilation, reductio ad absurdum

You’ll get there, I promise & I don’t lie about promises, knowledge of our pie hole, why I sing

Beautiful forms surviving the good, bad & the uglier than an atom of pond scum fragments

Pervert the lies that expose the Truth, before One conception, Nothing, after? Nothing!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, March 12th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam-jelly while jammin’ to @LongJohnBaldry hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Bj_lZ4hkJd8?si=xJ_Jd6fjWFszjMH7 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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