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Sunday, August 02, 2026

#CRITICALmass @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder @VanMorrison #ThePhilosophersStone #ThingsHaveChanged @BobbyDylan @EricClapton #Springsteen #TheNewRadicals @KidRock #COWBOY #SmellinBBQpigAMileAway #BBQ

AT ONE,
 MY BROTHER  AL
ALLEN ROBERT STEPHAN  R.I.P.
C O W B O Y  R E A L  M C C O Y  @KidRock
83 Million Views  "NothingDoneNiceAndEasy"  @TinaTurner
ZERO MINUS ZERO 
IS THE POINT
If and only if you know what you know, then & only then you'll know you know
Even it up at the final ending, the finale shows up regardless of the monkey-will
Only the 1st in the series of the whole set survives the final reckoning, only you
I saw that girl walkin' by after she got out of her motorcar, the @MGB was blue.

I knew what I knew, that was little or nothing, then I fell asleep for 45 years, gone
Sitting back for the recollection of the Time in Space, I forgot all of the good times
Glory Days for real, as they'll always be, but they always pass you by, it was all fun
Raining or sunny days all counted, we were gone, we came back for the party, hon!

Grandmas wouldn't know me, grandpas would disown me, they couldn't fathom it
One of their own off shoots from the DNA collaboration between Heaven & Earth
Love was one of the ways on the forked path, the other inconsolable, daddy's hate
One shot or 41 shots, nothing kills the living more than once in a bloody river fate.

God, divine intervention with the blood all out of the thing itself, no comeback chit
Skin full of the air and watered bones' meat, muscles & sinews, a banana to split
I forgot about it since that was your mantra, "Just forget about it!" then I got shot
Right through a worried man's heart, one to the head finalize a ride in a mud plot.

I believe what I don't know for certain, we're all gonna die, for food or ash in Urn
You know it, I know it, all of the dead knew it before the final curtain felt the burn
Mamas & papas gone back to Chicago & Cleveland, downtown turned dim-witted
Still, your cousins and distant relatives from the other 6 continents, undersea dead.

Bums & Junkies get the breaks because they know more than geniuses who mock
You're higher than most 24/7 since it's beyond your control, it's The Way you cope
If you don't want the last huff & puff comin' from your declined mental, THC dope
Filled in the blanks in your mind & body, psycho-gumbo to Louisiana's noose rope.

Under the yellow submarine that can't be fathomed, sightless & dancin' in the dark
Crips' blood & Bloods' crapshoot, for the cash & immunity from being you, a lark
Pills swallowed, serums injected from the Void-Matrix, keep you as honest as me
I rock & roll even when locked up & I'm dreamin' that Life is gonna go to the sea.

Knowledge and Wisdom taught to the minions, disregarded by the Evil left in Sin
Bygones will be & always were the forgotten rhythm & blues that we cheated In
Out is the only way to go away from breathing in & out, ingested home of the free
Out of control in that caravan you've immersed within, I blame gods, they're Me.

Holy beyond Mama Earth's deterioration, Galactic Pizza moves mouth to anal, sis
Putting a foot in front of the other, pole to pole & around the dirty circumference
Down to the center's mud, blood & beer, we edge toward Vallhalla's worldly bizz
Cocaine and the addiction you get, let's y'all bleed out with or without the dunce.

Brought a knife to a gunfight, all of my 12 moves, complete the matrix' so hard
Nothing will melt the carbonite, nobody knows what the Truth is, left One bard
To be or not to be, a question with the answer to come, when least expected, son
Believe blindly, you won't ever get it all back, Life from egg to corpse, good fun.

Imagine the launch away from Earth in a ship full of the gas to move or to blow
Escaping the gravitational collapse of this star, called Sun, for honey and Sonny
Fate already done gone, it's history of the hysteria, a divine squirt of seminal Ego
Weird or a copasetic event will begin, climax of the organ into a Cosmic Soupy.

Beasts of Burden carry the loads for the weak and lazy, it's the mortally sinning
Meaning that mortal is a sack of 208 bones, some lived & died, some never sang
Aborted by God or a female human, it's a happening of Magic tricks in a tophat
Pretty or ugly, it's a matter of taste with no shoes on our feet, we'll get misery-fat.

Bad smoke comin' in and out of your face, it's higher than the lowlights, neon too
Gaslighting your mother & father, brothers & sisters, walked for miles being blue
Can't share the Truth with any other souls, it's part of the deal, an Art gone rogue
Yound or old, lust comes in every form from liquid, to solid, to gas in a hot fugue.

Hum & feel the beats gone to the center of Earth, nothing else matters if it ever did
Need and want what is there, reality with eyes-wide-open is your karma's evil skid
Got down and went up higher than I was when my tattoos appeared in red & blue
I nearly believed all of the grotesque hype behind the liar's screed, now, I'm fly too.

It all grew out of the one-celled amoeba & paramecia which preserved a Big Bang
Inside of the impervious atmospheric pressure the ignition began, I drank the Tang
Forever and then another day of the grind, wobbling & revolving as a six-gun cock
Triggered before it's time, extinction was programmed into the RNA blues' block.

Fry the living and eat the hot, smokin' things themselves, gas for the ebb & flow
Wild things and tame, corraled monsters who just kill Life, to eat it with a wife
Shindigs or private parties get the most from the Illiyad & the Oddessy road kill
I wrote it, you read it, believe the deceit, this ain't an angel's dream, it's my will.

Not too blind to see it all in a New York minute, faster than the furiosity of God
Outran records of Time & Space, sucking and blowing the oxygen's original sin
It's the bite that hurts before the burden sets in, never notice you died in heaven
Needed it and wanted it but never got it, hence, death succumbs bread unleaven.

Mine is dark but full of the diamonds and dust, all there is in the Void's vacuum
Floyd may have been pink but the rockin' fire sucked up all the hot flames, son
Lookin' in the reflection of surface water, had an idea to mirror the fiberglasses
On the hunt, hungry and thirsty from dawn to dusk, dreaming I miss the passes.

Party line used & abused for no rational reason, no conclusion deduced in dust
Cosmic from the star called Sun, in empty Space, astronauts verified, it's unjust
Baked and eliminated with the verve of a hungry monster that haunts The Ends
Every one of the top cans of brains, goes dusty in the hoodoo of Homo Sapiens.

I know what you know & of course, you know nothing as I do, it's all academic
Whether you're 74 or 75 years older than the 1st day you saw this holy scat static
It's this way and the only way it can be, belief blind without proof, We Are One
Many move the world, more than the Many, One is the essence of substance, son.

Have I said too much?  Have you been edified for a moment, or will you die also?
Comprehended, yes?  Say no more, nothing else left over in the E=mC2 cold brew
My swing-shift is over, I heard the whistle blow, it's time for the graveyard crew
Words from A to Z manipulate the rolling stones to fall down to Hades' hell, bro.

Moody and all alone at the drive-in movie, sitting and watching the popcorn fall
Down the side of the seat, in back of the stick shift, 4 on the floor with a Hearst
Slick roads got me killed, my sled slid off of a dead man's curve, I was a fireball
Bottom of the valley, our night moves, lipstick on a pig, make-up on a corpse test.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, August 2nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0900 AMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, May 22, 2026

#WhiskeyForMyMen & #BeerForMyHorses @SucksToBeNobody #CatchMeInMadagascar #DownSouthJukin' @Skynyrd @Madonna

FIREMEN, Y’all

FIRED up For mystic pizzapie

Pizza pie, no killing anything on Earth to eat & defecate anymore, eaters extinct
Investments in futures have become the disastrous facts of life’s putrid instinct
To live forever isn’t a possible state of being; everything & everyone is temporal
Like the employees who work for wages without benefits, we’re here for the ball.

Breaking bread with the ones who got you to the brink of extinction, that’s amore
To the ends of life, original sins were just a sperm & egg merger, a holy game door
Now, for Buddha, Krishna & Jesus’ job to forsake, Ends justify Means, a supernova
You won’t see it, but you’ll believe it when you’ve got no more IQ mind, Casanova.

Beer and whiskey for the horses we rode from Kansas City to Sacramento, it’s time
To settle down by the river near the gold mines in Coloma, we can moonshine fine
Pizza to die for, music to move the 208 bones in a frenzy, lookin’ for all three steps
Toward the door when you’re unable to see beyond the fist comin’ up on me lips.

Alternatively, there’s no sense in living without a purpose, suckin’ air for nothing
Keeping the eyes on the prize, even if you’re blind as a bat without spectacles on
Being at one with the facts of life & your own history, that’s tantamount to a ring
Remind us all, whichever finger gets surrounded by heavy metal, I’m already gone.

Coming home in a hand basket or ‘nam body bag, either way, I’ll return to the RNA
Morphing 208 bones into cosmic dust, Pete, Paulo & Marie, who had a little lamb
Black fleece as black as stardust mud hiding the diamond in the rough of pizza-pie
Cards and your shoes shuffle in disorder & off-beat, you win some on a white lie.

Dorks and dingbats manufactured for the blame, all idiots aren’t responsible, et al
When you are at One, you’ll know it, multiplicity is The Big Bang’s legacy, we bawl
Then we must help the innocent & wild as they shuffle off to Augusta Blvd beast
From downtown to a boardwalk uptown in the suburbs, anyway, but the far East.

Monkeys trip to pay music, they like to bang & keep beats, player of chrome dome
Wood or metal, stretched skins, beating and swishing for the cows to come home
Bumping around the perimeter, nobody can see with a human perception, an end
Metabolize black-light blinds, blacklisted, nobody enters the same river twice, send.
 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, May 22nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Requiem For a Lightweight Poet, drafted this while jammin’ to @MichaelJackson HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/XhV3iyLPBr8?si=bF4F41AvMoVDbn4l } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PABLO PICASSO's "the girl"

Sunday, April 26, 2026

#ROCK @KidRock #TheEAgles #DuelingDaltons



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 needs 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 a status, nothing to see here, go Bot.

Fury comin’ from the matter’s form, it’s a defecation of the freedom & justice of The Good 
Almighty might of the invisible forces that be, it’s an honor to be immersed in a cosmic soup 
What were my alternatives other than to be here, as I’m constituted by random chance? 
I suspect everything alive's 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 an 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 a wheel & behind bars, a DUI manslaughter conviction gets y'all heaven sent 
Bums & junkies walkin’ back & forth under the causeways & 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, out of sight, Papa.

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

Holy scat's blessed as the only way to prove we’ve consumed a product evolved from squat 
Used to fertilize up-and-coming seeds blowin' in the wind, intentionally get humanity’s scat 
#Woke become awakened once it’s too late, they wanna 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 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.?

Friday, April 24, 2026

Soul Down Spirit Up #TracksSmokeBBKing @PINK #PINK

MOON HOLLOW, HOLY CHEESE IS SWISS

You must get up pretty early in the morning to fool me since I wake up about 3-4 AMPST 
Hear the sounds of silence as if that was nothing at all, when it’s infrared/UV light to see
Soul searchin’ in all the wrong places, it makes you forget for a while, world keeps turnin’ 
One day you’re up on top, next day you fall down and bash your face in, a tiny mortal sin.

I was on board and I hope y’all get aboard too, you’ll have to do a bit of soul-searchin’ too 
Nobody gets out alive, and it’s time to find out & realize that the fun you had was all cool 
Bridges burned with the last breath, no tellin’ the survivors whether it’s good, bad, or ugly 
They will find out in due time, you know, as you float above the Earth's surface & bury me.

Fools and martyrs giving their all to the heroes and villains, still they’re all soul-searchin’ 
It’s going around, like the Flu or COVID-19, passing into the ether to the noses tweakin’ 
Disconcerting as it must be to find out that the Truth sayers were all just fabricating lies 
God, so cool down my heart, soul’s slowin’ it all down, like a ghost of my hot hell fires.

You know what I know and I know nothing, that’s all there is to the ontology known 
What is at stake to justify the incredible journey from nowhere but sperm and egg 
It’s easy to figure it all out if you have a minute before your dad met your mom’s leg 
You know what happened then in the next seven decades, searchin’ silver lines.

I have the lead and I’m turnin’ it into gold, being bold, I will transmutate the thing itself 
Turning into what I am, all that I am, everything else matters as it did 'fore true self 
Chopin’s hot air into the reeds and pipes blowin’ out the melody of the angel’s symphony
Hard roads made of jelly rolls and poprocks, tokin’ spiffs, philosophers got the Stone, G!

Enter this hole in the matrix, it’s the ghetto of stray dogs and cats with their mice & rats
Don’t shoot the messenger’s mouth off; he shoots his mouth off all the time, he’s all sick
Visit your skull’s contents, transform the thoughts into feelings, and then obfuscate Time
Space will be mostly imaginary since your vision may be double, but it’s not the rhyme.

Blind faith in the invisible yet highly probable and very likely the Truth, we’re here alone 
There’s no Go above or below this planet, as the astronauts & astronomers, God’s a drone 
Bodies dropping at 32 feet per second, per second as they should, death is life’s destiny 
No matter if you’re in pain or in your sleep, absolutely Void swallowing it all, all about me.

Blisters on your feet and fingers, thanks to repetition and all too human skin, I’ll pierce it 
Part prime time and part empty space, full to show the random collision cause & effect blitz 
Armed and dangerous as all Americans ought to be, we don’t allow the entanglement light 
Fixed number above and below zero, multiply zero times zero and get out of the fist fight.

You know, like I know what stands to reason, out of this world has no reference to language 
Just Void, Nothing at all, synchronize A’s B’s & C’s in separate categories of specific lineage 
Baseball, basketball, football, hockey, racing cars, all done in one way or another UFO craft 
Blood in the water, on the slide, atop the blue water turning yellow-orange into the riff-raff.

Sycophantic one by one, they all came down the stairs to the cellar where the fine wine set 
Its grapes settled into the glass to make the drinker drunk in the not-too-distant future jet 
Dreams let you down, reality can’t match the smoke exactly, it keeps turnin’ into bull scat 
Moments just needs and desires to avoid the Void presence, it sticks to the stank y’all shat.

Bread just grain consecrated by dirt and water and sunlight, keepin’ the life nice & satiated 
Dreams come and go like the trips you take with the minions & their relatives, alive or dead 
Creepin’ into the consciousness of peace & love, there’s extinction & surprise terminations 
Juke box with music of notes A to G, voices and instruments of melody and harmony sins.

Got what I ain’t got, to my love I left alone with a cold body without my invisible soul, I leave 
All that I am, all I ever was from the day I was born until I died in 2051, hundred-year weave 
Writing about it 25 years before the deed’s done, broke in a time warp collapse, snort blow 
Now, I’ll see what’s left of a mystery nobody knew, a secret, one for the road, mi amigo Lido!

How high or low can you go for the limbo pole, fall in and fall down, broken knee for sure 
Fear and loathing for that thing itself, the first mover is paralyzed in a state of chaotic rest 
Doing nothing or doing everything makes you play both ends of the game, stuck middle hit
Womb rumba to an embryo growing from one cell to a dead human, Spring fever. guilty s#it.
 
 by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 4-24-2026 @ 2010 hours PMPST

{ Creepin’ this out while listenin’ to 25th Anniversary Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Concerts

https://youtu.be/C-wx4w-HUkI?si=btyFNNTCd2lTRiwc }Top of FormBottom of Form

Saturday, April 18, 2026

#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.?