#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

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StayingALIVE @Travolta @CASH @Aldean @Tucker @Daniels @Chesney #WhenTheSunSinksDown

 

BLAKE’S BOOK OF JOB

DEAR JOHN, JOHN DEERE 

Courage inherited from the ancestors who survived the predators & vice

All you know is what you’ve been told to believe, hook, line & sinker dice

You are going to go above or beyond the presence you enjoy here, now

You’ll be all gone before you know it, unexpectedly expire in a NY blow.

DNA grandfathered in from RNA intercourse between genomes of a Void

You’re deep within a gravitational collapse of atomic matter, a hemorrhoid

No discrimination when getting divinity sucked into Nothingness’ Star jag

You know, I know, we all know what the unknown is, heavenly father rag.

Ragtime rock the high-hat to beating Tom-Toms, full-stop mothers’ snares

Say it loud, you’re a full-stop mother and you’re proud, extramarital affairs

Not your fault, the spouse is an alien of ecstasy & misplaced the XY thrust

In and out, friction moves the skin & blood in the bone, a holy nut to bust.

There’s history now where there was none before the Big Bang, get woke

One trick ponies all in the herd of followers without a stallion stud or bloke

Animated souls follow the tails, they need the One to lead the narrow way

Orphans, mothers & fathers hunted, gathered, ate the Earth dirt, look away.

Shifty 3rd eyes in your head show your mind’s will to power & activism flat

Red pills & water keep your blood flowing, nerves firing on high, holy scat

Mohair grown only to be split by the sheer force of growing out of a scalp

Hits on the bull’s eye, every time I shot, couldn’t miss, I’m the center, pal!

Pessimism and optimism merge, it’s the Singularity of the Black Hole still

Nothing changes at all, it’s forever the absence of things, no atoms to fill

Yet we choke a plethora of word salads down the hatch, it’s regurgitated

Day after day, night after night, from first & after the last, mortals be dead.

You’re not going to agree with the conclusion contradicting your narrative

Hit you in your face, break your jaw, your teeth, your nose, dot both eyes

Yet there’s a doctor who will treat your pain & suffering, not the bad guys

In your mirror, in the water, from the polished glass, deliver, take & give.

Kicked your asses into the rabbit-ho where Alice found the Truth, as such

Something you said, I repeat ad infinitum, until I run clean out of dead air

Screaming at you qualifies for the return screaming at me, but wait, Ma

I apologize for volume being louder than required by you, sensitive human.

Down south or upon the west side of the city, we all get used to the grinder

Apples were the fruit of the loom & now they’re a slayer of android minder

Hits & near misses from teens to the silver-backed apes, programmed fool

Extinction will appear with no warning, love me you do and know I love you.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August XIXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out of my noggin while jammin’ to The Beach Boys #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TpIEXasSxg0?si=Tt3tJsY-viTrQA3N }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@SophieCunningham rockin' #Red #Whitey & #Blueswomen @Mingas #SAXLapisLazuli BLUES PURPLES ULTRAVIOLET #GimmeBackMyBullets (at the end) @LynyrdSkynyrd

@SophieCunningham

@NOBEL BRASS KNUCKLES,

 BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP,
 GONE ALL THE WAY

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Four score, seven years ago means 87 years ahead, Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address

System analysis indicates, “What the hell does that mean anyway,” you all guess

Idiots mate with morons and the human race is on, it’s all Win, Place or Show it

Losers are the biggest pile of lost bet ticket holders, favorite #’s of a hunch orbit.

Chances are, you will never come out on the winning end of betting, odds all out

Of the House & Book, you labor at work, get paid & lose it to the kid of no doubt

Always tryin’ to get even, that’s impossible, million to one you’ll guess, android

Wake up every morning, pull a broken arrow out your wither, shoot at an x-Void.

Zip your lips when it’s time to shut yo’ phuquin up, I can’t tell if that will help us

News is old & in the way of the new world’s order in the rack’s break, eight ball

Barter for the best place in Space when you’re there, then you gotta go, it’s hell

It’s all in the lines of the rhythm & rhyme, black, white, red & yellow magic buzz.

Fighting to be first in line to get what’s being given non gratis, milk, eggs & soap

Care packages come from over the sea to me, from the soul who took the Time

Keeping me in mind when I was so far away & couldn’t return without orders

Sorry I can get through the doors of hell at the end of the line, over borders.

Brought the full complement of punches, elbows, knees & foot kicks to hits

Above and below the thighs, never in the jewels or holy OM of us all to bits

Squeeze in and out of the last place on Earth that you’ll ever be, twilight den

Door closes & disappears once you enter, look back to laugh at original sin.

What’s happening is a sleeper is dreaming but unaware that life’s but a dream

So, for eternity, he rows a boat gently down a stream, singin’ about Mary Lee

O’Toole, she was more than that, protected by her officer Krumpke pop, shotgun

I was just going to ask her to my prom, guess the dad didn’t want me for a son.

Well, that’s too old to dwell on, movin’ from 1969 to 2025, WTF was all of that?

Jesus Christ didn’t help me after I served all those masses for the holy churches

All those confessions of my sins against the ten commandments, all for what?

Nothing, I know, I’ve grown up after my dad wasted cash on parochial perches.

Bums and junkies find somebody to love, something to eat, drink, a crash pad

Under a lean-to or a rural bridge as a troll not scared of boogie men as sublime

Sons & daughters indiscriminately get what’s comin’ to them, accidents in time

More or less, to be or not to be matters only while alive, not after death dread.

Shook your foundations until they crumbled to the dust they originated from

A star blew its top, go figure out the damage to the poor boy & girl grownup

Please & thank you for the coverage of the Truth, as I know it, aye, die, yo too

Moms & pops ain’t grateful for the abundance of mortal danger, it’s a set up.

Screaming for hotter stuff that you can squeeze into the freezer for a deep cut

Means are the ways to get to the point where you’re uncertain about your butt

Here and now, you wind up in a pickle without a suit, up to your neck in G-pills

WTH that is, gravity matter consumed, G-pills, keeps your scat/shyt in foothills.

Sneezing and coughing gas you can’t manage, then you come back for more, eh?

Just like the first time, the last time is just the only time you talk to all strangers

To be a monk in a monastery, danger & red lights flashing’ you all ain’t able at all

Doing the do means check unhinged, illogical punk tricks to obfuscate The Call.

Now, it’s time again, to stand up or sit down but either way, to fight it, MF shyt

No absolute way to get away from it, survival of the most fit, you’ll die on a diet

The whole kit and kaboodle is on the line, either you live or you die at the ends

Dancin’ on stage matters as long as you can walk, H2O leaked into the Depends.

Carry around the wisdom & the stench of extinction, all species have a program

You & I have the wisdom, knowledge & ignorance in balance, it’s all Uncle Sams

All of them on all seven continents, they are old & beautiful with the original sin

Inherited without any bargain, you all got lucky, it’s hard to be born, God balms.

You’re gonna die like all grand folk, ain’t Nunny a business why, just go die there

Back in business as above, so below, the Void does what it does, we’re residue

Priests tried the sacrifice to the heavens, didn’t work, so they split atoms in two

For the defense of the dead ones who survive in the mind of Gods, all dead too!

Done when it’s all over, the dream ends, you awaken to more light than the dark

Causes precede effects and the demand of the dragon is overwhelming, I snark

Minds of the One is the Mind of the Man, God’s divine dam of H2O in thin skin

We got it, I’ve got it, many have had it & lost it, RIP to happy Eve girl/Adam boy.

Fire bore me in liquid matter, it was an innocent set-up, to be set free, annihilate

A whole shebang melts and shrivels like plastic Saran wrap around an idiot box

She got dilated before I was fully cooked in the cosmic soup, it happens, it’s bait

I swallowed it all, hook, line & sinker as a starving chip off the block might rock.

Wound up the chain around my thin neck, stopped the effulgence to the mind It

Death resulted and mortality’s observance, rigor mortis & a granite stone in shyt

Ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, I learned K-12, a 13-17 year program

Y’all phu-qups, check your six, it’s a clusterphuq & my name is yo, all too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini “x” AMPMST

{ Cranked this decadence out while jammin’ to @ACDC link @

https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI?si=5pUn1MdPz24E9yf8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FlickOfTheSwitch #ZapFlyOnTheWall #DreaminMaria #TheDayMyBallzHitTheGround #GODsag

BUST A MOVE IN C MINOR DIMINISHED

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Pray to God 7 x 7 then x 7 equals 343 every time multiplied, it’s rock-solid ad infinitum

Bring up your jacked mind to the fist of flesh and bone, it’s what you know that isn’t so

Take it to the America bank if it’s gold or valuable exchange paperless electronic debit

A prick up actresses, it’s alright behind an elevation of ignorance, mind a white rabbit.

It done died and by George, you know the rest of the story, as here we are with freedom

To move within a large territory with an ID card embedded data listing our history scam

Of, by & for the people of the states united in mis-liberalism & heroism of dead patriots

Force your will to power to subordinate it’s random direction to annihilation, play slots.

Unhindered hands & feet, animate the dead stones and filth of the corpses of fake death

Of our friends and relatives, you and I, we’re all gonna die, why cry, take a deeper breath

Then you act as if you never knew about it, don’t spread the dread to the upper echelon

Understand a Way is Your Way not everyone’s Way, as the wet dream comes, Get It On!

I held back since I was 14 years old, they told me I needed more data to conclude chit

Impatient as I’ve always been since my birth, I only had one, no need for a dog biscuit

No reincarnation now or ever for karma I’m charged with by nobody, no one but oblivion

Man, it’s done, you just haven’t become present in a PUSH, no beatin’ ‘round bush, son!

Out or in a charity function of all mobile skeletons we inhabit, immersed smoke & mirrors

Y’all eat what was alive when it’s dead in order for us to remain alive, burn death & jurors

Then there’s no argument about the veracity of the narration, even a tattletale yields gold

Reading & writing strongly after a certain human age will execute the longevity RNA mold.

Present in the Presence of the Mind, subject & object predication in a datalink, it’s @Grok

Fear of the old world keeps the new world intact, commandments of do’s & don’ts crock

Last gasp of the gas we’re allotted in the only form that keeps us thriving, like ants on a hill

After a final reward for becoming One from two separate Ones, caput, blue in a black hole.

No charm in the ashes & fragments, neither in the embalmed, gutless corpse, due respect

Don’t shoot the messenger & believe that a Truth is false, yield Truth from the Truth, all of it

Bloodlines counted inside & outside of this tower of power, make impossibility occur in chit

Then do it again & again, in the morning, afternoon, evening & especially deep midnight sex.

Sweet Jesus was a baby, legend has it, a child born only of God, not Mankind, effect aliens

Come with me before your conception, before the Big Bang, before Being, preconceptions

God is trying to get your attention, you’re ignoring the signs, the roaches & rats under feet

Now or later, they’ll wait until the time to get on the inside, in the darkness’ cool concrete.

Woke that day, afterward I couldn’t lose my consciousness any longer, I sleep wide-awake

Thoughts produced in the state of being at one are infallible as the Pope of the Christhood

In and Out, in a New York minute, there’s no deals to make any Art out of, my Art is my cake

So, sun goes down, the world turns, I skip the night asleep, get woke at 5 sharp on the lake.

Life is that way now after the struggle kept me occupied aged 19-70, coincidence 1970 free

Into and out of the battles in the war I never entered, facilitated with success, medals to be

Alive for another fifty years after that service occurrence of mating, begetting & sunsetting

Sinking down with the sun, down the wormhole, messenger, ready to die for GD Nothing.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August X^th, MMXXV  Anno Domini @909 AMPST

{ Jammed this out of a tight arse while jammin’ to @KennyChesney & @uncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=qabKyyfZ124Gh4_B }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

$1,000,000 CASH GOLD OIL #GotAWarrantForCherryPie

Deep fake X-ROADS
faded black

Long time ago before I was ever thought about by my two parents, Man got lost

In a wet dream, flesh and bones all in a conundrum without an exit for the boss

Nobody gets out of the puzzle alive with the things you gleaned a la blind faith

It amounts to believing in bovine scat that you get shamed into by high priests.

I am nobody, you are whomever you decide you are, I cast no aspersions upon ye

Fix your trajectory for the bullseye though, there’s no Time in Space to waste, see?

God’s eyes get blinded by high light just like snake eyes, you know nothing, hotrod

Don’t let my father take the blame for my taking myths in vain, Plato’s fault, gods.

Miracle effects without any perceivable cause, therefore, it’s miraculously the End

Of course, not yours, your journey moves on to your own place in Space, godsend

Itch the scratch & if you don’t, you’ll just laugh your ass off in straight-jacket straps

There’s a union you don’t pay dues to, it’s above, so below & just fell in your laps.

Baby you know what you got is all I’ll ever need until the last huff & puff of breath

In & out it will go but you’ll tattoo my soul with the indelible & irreversible death

It’s an Adam & Eve thing we inherited from the ones who disobeyed ‘A’ holy name

It wasn’t right to kiss & hug one another in the garden of paradise, shame, shame.

One cell block atop of Alcatraz Island, exists a robotic department of cyberguard

Nobody gets off of the island alive if there’s an attempt to swim or float far away

Drones patrol, seek & destroy, no options, stay locked up or perish by The Bay

God’s in charge, nobody’s God on Earth, laughin’ lefties losin’ it, rights a canard.

None of the things themselves are created by mankind, creation of mortal spastics

Frequency and wavelength can’t be anything less than infrared mutated dramatics

Essence of the cosmic wavelength is alpha & omega of a black hole’s singularity pi

3.14 the value of the thing, undivided by two, it’s a prime decimal, red cherry pie.

I am no seamstress & I’m not a tailor who can dress up a lie to appear to be Truth

What I am is what I am and that’s what my parents determined, yin, yang, x & y

No reason other than the Heat of the Moment, 100 centuries to appear here, now

What couldn’t be before I appeared has now become the Presence of Truth’s cow.

Drinkin’ milk from the teats of the mothers of the inventions men concocted here

ABC, 1,2,3, it can’t be without a little help from the ET’s above & below the 3rd tier

Knowing Nothing is one’s 1st step in the conceptual analysis, you’re in the rare air

Breathing isn’t essential to remaining at one with a thing itself, afire as God’s hair.

After you hit the crossroads though, you must move ahead, no turning back at all

Nobody comes out alive in the end, dead men tell no tales, you’ll be one of them

Even if you’re a woman on Earth, you’ll be a dead human in the end, never bawl

Species extinction is et al immanent, nothing to do but wait & listen for a last call.

For lazy fools without any way to connect to meaningful lives, you’ll git the Jones’

For no reason is responsible for Love, it’s compassion for the alter-egos that smell

Like perfume or cologne but never like the scat-funk of carnivore cuisine in ol’ hell

Bury it, cover it up, never smell it until it returns to dust like all too human bones.

Read the words, counted & solved the equations of oddities presented as Reality

Form seed to buds, cured & rolled for the reflection of the bitchin’ life I get to see

Nobody knows how crazy a woman can be when she forgets about Adam’s apple

Chain reaction there to here, desperate for my company, killin’ me, oh yeah, Hell!

Raining in my heart to cover-up my holy soul that I covered-up with a world web

Cyberspaced-out in the regalia only jesus, mary & joseph knew when they go wise

Romans read them their rights that they didn’t have according to Caesar the king

Of Nothing you know or will ever know, king of it all, last gasp of air, extinct sting.

Y'all haven’t the faintest idea what the gist is, for all of y’all everywhere and my I

Up yonder gist is exactly what the purpose is to any given action or reaction display

Albeit, nobody knows the purpose other than the 1st Actor acting for Key Lime pie

Just a @DutchBrothers #Annhilator, in the holy pie hole & down the block of clay.

Pumping all of the liquid rock from the burning starlight’s meltdown, all good

Fried as above just like you knew what was goin’ down below some evil bad

Wish you would do what you said you’d do as soon as you retired from beat

Been a little while since the bread & butter yielded this abode on easy street.

Love and the lack of it is downloaded from the ones who lived & died a human

Mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers, amigos & relatives of someone, an orphan

I played songs from the origin of the species to the annihilation & resurrection

Can’t tell you anything you haven’t heard but I’ll point you in another direction.

Fists full of gold powder traded for gun powder and face powder to show & tell

Telling the stories that nobody has ever heard because y’all just made them up

Hard to recollect them but the gist of the tales can be conjured like a magic spell

Holy things without knowing the blessing is genetic inheritance from the mighty.

Knowledge of the facts of life is wisdom, you either get it or you never do, it’s OK

Some of the soul karma involved has something to do with eternity out of our control

All being and Nothingness have the steady dating philosophy down pat, body & soul

Do, Re, Mi & to the end of the scale, language lingo your way, I did it My Milky Way.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Merecredi, July XXIIIrd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Killin’ floor never lets my scat fall upon the dirt, fleshed this out while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys mini-concert in 2024 @RyeNewYork link @ https://youtu.be/7zLpcZZHuC0?si=SDTJ2YsBlJJC-hpg }

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