#FirstContact #Avalanche Where is #MA? #WhichWayIsUpAnyways? @SteelyDan #LostTraxFOUND #GameOfLove

DEAD, GONE, CRASHED

Love changed into the opposite once lost, it’s abandonment by your old mama, big boy
I’m talking about you, yes, the one who has blind faith in impossible plays with the toy
Life is that, causes effects in relationships with tie-dyed t-shirts & a left over tattoo scar
Attention is arrested for several moments, I think I am, you think I am, we think we are.

If and only if you can’t see the forest through the trees, back up & go above & beyond It
Past the hemisphere’s stratosphere of rhythm & blues, titillating the tantalized digit byte
Rain came down, dried up into lakes & rivers, streams of the conscious & grateful dead
Lying down or getting laid while lying about the nature of a Truth, dream in a ghost head.

Bent over because I was forced against my will, I will not stay down for long, I am backward
Tonight and every long day’s evening, I close my eyes & trust I’ll awake again in my backyard
Fear that I will not loathe enough to repel the good, bad and the ugly every single one of ‘em
Give me saddle bags full of greenbacks, y’all lifted it all out of the Safe Place of us & them.

I had a soul that I sold for a piece of silver & gold, dirty wealth of the gods, left it on Earth’s
Had to deposit the remains of what I’ve said & done in a box, in an urn or buzzard’s grunts
Real or fake news remains the same, recovered what happened, historical tattle tale robot
Bliss or not, love gained & lost reductio ad absurdum, realizing this is a bunch of bull’s shot.

Shot all of my bullets into the bull’s eye of the target, smack in the middle, loved long-genes
One memory of reality being a mysterious, dark place innocent babies conceive 208 bones
Dead and gone, Jesus Christ, Gautama Buddha, Larry, Moe-Moe & Curly Joe for the guffaws
I couldn’t hold y’all in my head or heart, tragic comedy I laughed about, dead & gone paws.

Boredom and the high IQ intellect reached for the stars & I found you there in a jelly roll jar
Y’all sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers all can’t see my hot-wheel car
I worshiped you, you recollect that puddle I covered with my velvet cape, passion burnt it
Dried & nearly blown-away dust to be, I peaked in to make certain, devils still worship chit.

Ending at the beginning of the saga, the tale repeats ad infinitum without recourse or finale
On being all too human, all reasonable remnants of Adam & Eve have come & gone on Sale
Coming and going is the way of the Earth’s spin, we’re on a plane of orbit about a Hot Blaze
That’s the God without which we’re frozen chards of glass, coded RNA to survive the craze.

Acid for you and for me, pretending that the Void around us & our presence means squat
Just because that’s the evidence left in the archeology & anthropology, only a rabbit carrot
Grown in stardirt, underground vegetable grown out of cosmic wavelengths & frequencies
All in the neighborhood of metropolitan wood or the sticks between DNA of extinct species.

Pierce the skin and bone with a pointed metal tool for battle, all threats for a mayhem sort
Piled up onto a pyre for bone-dust, remains until the four winds blew, all too humane abort
No Time left in Space, eyes shut off the light from Outerspace, judgement not so much, so
Fools find out finally that they’ve been duped, blind faith covered-up the annihilation blow.

Will this go around in circles as it has forever or will it explode or implode at the bitter end?
Guess away, it’s as good as mine or Socrates or the Pope of gods, true falsehood got bent
In reverie, I orbit in reverse of all eclectic, lopsided megalomaniacs, evolved via extinction
Language invented scratching on cave walls & in red dirt, upon the rock & stoned musician.

Drunk as much liquid as possible, recycling the flow of ebb within, psycho-babble unfurled
It’s above and below all we know, core to stratosphere, that’s it and there’s never a doubt
If you can’t make it here on Earth, you can’t make it anywhere else in the system’s world
Hence, as above, so below, enjoy the slow ride, it’s quick at the end, it’s a good walk-about.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, 2-16-2026 A.D. @ 711 AMPST

{ Copped this out the universe while jammin’ to @WarrenHayes #LiveAtBonnaroo on LOOP link @ https://youtu.be/QKKxadXaBCo?list=OLAK5uy_kN959Nc8gKEzILctge-jcsHxsuo9l7Y5E  & UFO Endgame To Disclosure link  @ https://youtu.be/AyaFdNYgX7Q?si=iz3I0YX-npLXWg8b   }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

G O D  F O R B I D

 

#MindYourOwnBusiness #MYOB #DoNotDisturbPeaceOnEarth

WHEN THE SUN SINKS DOWN

OVER THE WATER

CARRION KILLS FOR ALL EAGLETS & PUPS

From the bottom of my little ol' heart, there's a spark alit & if you KNOW then you know it all

In any quadrant of the 3rd dimension, there's an infinite number of points equal to infinity

All of the four separate but equal like every human being & other life forms short and tall

Whereever you've been and whenever you get the dawn getting golden exposing humanity.

I've no axe to grind, I've been head of an extinct gang of Gaydroid's existence without fear

At eight miles high above the planet Earth's north wind and too hot to handle, holy hot fire

Not only is the Truth accurate but also it's a distortion of what it is, as temptations of balls

Somebody is anybody you know or not, famous, unknown and unrecorded on cave walls.

All of y'all have known these facts of life since y'all were almost thirteen, eyes wide opened

Innocence stolen right out of nowhere, didn't even know of the guilty pleasure until I said

What in the name of the creator of heaven and Earth is goin' on with this climactic, fat head

What would you do if this happened to you?  Put yourself in my place, a letter I will send.

It says nothing you'd ever heard of, it's not a repeatable experiment, trust nobody hotrods

The other choice is don't trust anybody, trust noone alive on Earth or on a satellite in Space

Causes and effects aren't the same with the gravitational & orbital forces, invisible as gods

Never believe you'll discover the Truth when you die, you gotta find it while alive in a face.

Your cups of tea may or may not be identical, high probability the cups are of china & usa

Places in Space in the dimensional volume, visited or not, all created out of us all essay

Punks on the corners or garage clubhouses in or out of the farmland & blackboard jungle

Where babies of illegitamacy and the shrapnel of the incidental, poriferal damage bugle.

Hit the high notes and sink down fast in the quicksand B flats and F sevenths & sharp E

Up and down the scale of the Do's Re's & Me's it goes above as below, A, B, C,D,E,F,G

You can't make this scat up man, but this is the way it is, the logrhythm causes the run

Worrisome only if you forget the facts of life, that will bring you upon the doom, not fun.

Y'all give me three more steps than I've ever had before to get clear of the back door

I'm not gonna lie to you like I've lied to myself to preserve my tenative sanity, heretofor

Scared & fearing for my life & trembling like buds on a bush, big bully gave me the door

Hence, my trackless exit couldn't be followed by the best private dick, starin' down a .44.

Anyhow, all things are the way they are for some eternal reason, it's not my wheelhouse

All I have is the conscious awareness inherited by the grace of a God, the gods or Apes

Don't shoot the messenger with your arrows or bullit rounds, I'd rather cut the rug tonight

With or without Linda Lou, man, I know I said it before but well, excuse me, I need a bite.

I asked the bully if he wanted to go have some pizza or just give me 3 steps to the door

Instinctual charm that saved my life, nearly lost with no trace, confessional barroom floor

Must have had it locked in my DNA, I didn't know I coud run that fast on concrete or tar

But I believe I did the 100 yard dash in 9.4 seconds, give or take 5 tiks to my Camaro car.

The only possible way to catch my flight is that I exceed my limitation, spine, brain-mind

Dead man's curve or counter-clockwise on the track, I'm a man who cares as a 3rd kind

Close encounter with the favors I've owed from the past incarnations, all evened up now

Zero owed and zero lent, feels like FREEDOM, as God's ICBM is about to blow and glow.

The failsafe is two isolated wills to power agreeing on annhilating the civilized & astral ash

No reason to fret about this realization, it'll happen even if you totally forget about the cash

Cause has cleared the palat and now awaits recognition to repeat doom ad infinitum ala run

No escape today or tomorrow, couldn't have done it yesterday, it's a twilight zone's 6 gun.

Mean what you say, I'll know what you mean, ain't nothin' stoppin the Many from being One

Regarding the light and the darkness when it's gone behind a blue blocker, still cunning son

Knowledge and any wisdom we may glean from the raw matter & energy, life is but a dream

Messenger alogrhythm aligns Mercury with Jupiter and a drop down menu says, I Am Him!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, February 11th, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked open this egg while jammin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #ThatSmell & primavera classics on youTube link @https://youtu.be/nG0GjjakjaU?si=paHv4t4r73hgiSTD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AFigureOfSpeech #StarTrekVIII #TheTrumpCard #NothingIsFairAfterallIsSaidAndDone #RiffRaff @D'neshDesouza #WheresMeathead?

BIGOtheBIGOT  #dRAFTDODGE

#TrumpDerangementSyndrome

R I P   @CharlieKirk   R I P

 

JESUS {Elvis & martina} CHRISTMAS?  

Like being dipped in gas, feel it all over my clothes, up my nose but nothing was ever white

Jobs like nobody has ever received from the gods above Earth, this planet is a water flower

Space of the Void our matrix to be or not to be, innocent growths of sperm & a dozen eggs

These are the facts of life they kept secret because that’s just the way it is, I know she digs.

Mother Earth or the mother of your placentas’ hearts, in everyone is One soul featured Id

Singing songs when your heart’s aged enough to appreciate the lucky divine gods that hid

In your head’s mind, everything human and all species of Life, atoms create the sublime

When we all die, if we’re disposed of in the proper way to avoid the stench, bury in Lime.

Deeper than six feet under is the right of way, keeping the rest of the living safe from plague

It’s bubonic or supersonic without a free will’s choice, it’s the First Cause at fault, no other

Place the blame on the “created” angels and the opposite of the Live, Evil divine square peg

Place it in a round hole for eternity, never works but keep up the good work in a powder keg.

Watch if you’re not blind but in any case, without eyes & in the darkness, all the same to me

You know more than I’ll ever pretend to comprehend even if I live to be a hundred and three

Same today as it’s always been, runnin’ out of the power I assumed was eternal immortality

Rigor Mortis set aside the dreams of staying with the ones still alive, in spinal synchronicity.

In a manner of speaking, words can’t do justice to the Truth of singing & dancing the polka

Christmas with your kinfolk is one thing but even a loner who has nobody, loves as orphan

Single but not for long, you all can begin the long line of descendants from here on out too

Merry Christmas celebrations of a son of the creator of the universe as we know it, so blue.

All paths to travel upon are ahead at the crossroads, nothing behind Presence, out of time

Greater than a decimal point yet less than a quark within a proton, memory of life on a dime

Fallen into the bottomless pit between the north & south poles’ imaginary twirl’s RIP middle

Where most bones become buried either in mixed dust or crumbled mass’ RNA, I’ll fiddle.

Known or unknown, matter and energy are all there is, no divine ghost above the sun known

Allstar's burning gas in an infinite mass extinction, brink of annihilation due to a hot whim

 Random bones, 208 trained by ignorant, wise men with Pretend Complex, know-it-all goon

Advantage to conquer deaf & dumb MFers, undead assimilate a moronic fake, neon moon.

Gold left over in the dirt and rocks just because that’s the way the Lead settles in the Truth

Metaphysics you’ll never realize is the origin of everything y’all hope & pray for, I forsoothe

Rational humans, gone up and away from the dirt & rocks, water is dehydrating like Mars’

Can you dance and sing if you comprehend your finite Cause, accidental Big Bang avatars.

Step off of your ledge and fly for the final trip over the light fantastic, dynamic duos do rock

On the #Marconi, plugged into the broadcast ad infinitum, forget about a full contact Doc

Learned absolute and relative Truth, repeating to teach the teachers to accept the drool

Predication of atomic subjects yielding objects to communicate WTF, cockroach scroll.

On the off switch, blinded by the light to focus on the images that become invisible in Time

Recollect the products we’ve multiplied and divided in the calculus’ trigonometry I rhyme

 High as the Top Gun flies close to the end of air’s edge of empty Space, in soul man stealth

No need for anything in the End, Faith in immortality just a whim to quell the fear of Death.

Killing the living & eating it or using its remnants to build castles in the hot sand, they all fall

Into the sea, eventually, to the bottom of the ocean, why you can’t believe it, I’m a TNT ball

Last Christmas is like next Christmas, but this Christmas is a final annihilation of the Devils

By the bye as above, so below, you weren’t alive before your conception, you’ll die of Evils.

Dig this without a shovel man, understand nothing about where you came from nowhere

Man, you know it, can’t pull the wool over your blinded eyes, you see it all inside of the rim

Playin’ way above it like all the players do the do, happy where I’m at, where I’ve been too

Good to know all the things that get you over on the morons attempting to steal your brew.

Nobody gets anything for free, you’ve got to work for it & develop the perfection rough ride

Catch me later outside, I’ll give you another tip or two, followed instructions, all in stride

I believe it all that I know, I know all that I believe, it’s a tautological hunk of misdirection

Get there anyway at the edge when nothin’ else is goin’ away, here for a duration situation.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December XV^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1000 AMPST

{ Crafted with hearty compassion while listening to @WARtheBand #Chrismas compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Nxha3d4_ZM }

#TieYo’ShoesRichie

#BreathInYobody 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PenniesFromHeaven #LincolnCopperBillions

HOW WE REALLY FEEL DEEP

DOWN INSIDE, ‘TIL WE DON’T

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssss

One tries to see what the blind see within perpetual darkness, daily 24/7/365 ala Gods

No other way to explain the genetic mutation or the accidental loss of cones and rods

No smoke, no fire, no bones to pick with anyone but your own dumb luck, on to fight

You all get what you came for, you wanted to live no matter what, without the insight.

Beer and wine not to mention the spirits that got a bit better than formaldehyde brew

Didn’t have to go to the end of the line, end your life for a drink and an ace you drew

Why an ace would be the harbinger of the fate you met, nobody cares, it’s all over now

Tears fall from your eyes and from the whole planet’s melted snow & ice, lips just blow.

Hair for some reason, bare skin for some reason, it’s all there is everywhere in the cakes

Baked solar systems & galaxies impossible to fathom, yet we all name the unknown fakes

Hard or soft rocks left over from the big bang or whatever you call that came of a job blow

Mud, blood, tears followed behind until the final curtain call, one more bow for the bravo.

Bear in mind that from one cell, then two, four, eight etcetera ad infinitum, is all you & I are

All I am is identical to all you are, believer or not, you could be a moron and it’s not that far

From the origin & final destination of the presence of your imaginary spirit/soul, roll caravan

To a promised land never really promised at all, just imagined to be true, based on a 1st Man!

From a Tower of Babel, we’ve come to find that we cannot leave Earth without a Space-X ship

It’s Time for Space to expose the infinite ends that can only be fathomed by All That I Am, skip

Without a beat, there’s no rhythm & rockin’ to keep the bones swayin’ to the mother of us all

Effulgence of some plasmatic waves of photons & tachyons that burn so we can groove this ball.

Fear to monger but it will all dissolve because it is magnetically attracted to mighty original sin

Worlds of babbling apes in layers like an idiot dagwood sandwich, every type of eats in a skin

In no uncertain terms, it’s the principle of the thing itself, not the appearance but where it’s at

No clue on the actual Truth about preexistence anywhere in cyberspace, I guess it’s all bull scat.

Love and the lack of it seems to be a whole lot of guesses about why animals date and mate

Thrust by chemical reactions of RNA hormones to create something from an ad infinitum rate

A plethora of plasma, contracting and expanding, hoping to become all too human very soon

Missing the point if you don’t follow the bouncing ball, the writing is on the wall, phuqin goon!

Built up for the breakdown for no reason other than it’s the only way it can be, all the way it is

Talking but nobody hears a word being said by anyone in any language of the Babblers who fish

In the rivers & seas without the lures or the bait, the herd starves from a lack of death to bite

Praying on knees with eyes closed, heads in hands, bowing down to an invisible power, we fight.

Rigor mortis wins the battle, you won’t think about it long, just a second out of the century too

Some more bitten and others a score less bitten, everyone becomes just a bite out the blue, pal

You don’t see it comin’ because if you did you’d avoid the trip on death, invisible, inevitable too

Hot water & frozen in a New York minute, how the End of the World annihilates it, witch’s brew.

Hard liquor and soft heads endure the survival of the most fit, their mothers protected the sorry

Which all of them were and will be until the end of Time, theirs & all Time in general, hare kari

Beams shining into the deep, dark hole that has no atoms to burn, absorbed into a voided blue

On the one hand, you’ve got the upper hand & on the other well, the others just hand it to you.

Pressure implodes into the Singularity, memories purged out of mind, essence preceding existence

Creeds of breeds all full of mythological pretensions, imagined by pre-educated mystic psychics

Honed skills to persuade the apprentice of Nothing’s presence everywhere, to make it a live pal

Nobody else will be up to the challenge, elevation out of ignorance to Nirvana, joker’s siIdekicks.

Illusionary before your time, just in time before you run out of time, as all-time permits us all

In Space on Earth, beginning long after the Earth began its 1st revolution around a new Zen scree

In Time on Earth, above & beyond the stratosphere far away from the Now, a death recalls

Here and now before we’re tagged for being a herbivore or carnivore, a guilty pleasure reverie.

Hot keys to open the war locks and to release the hounds, a criminal of epic proportions too

High time you’ve realized that this reality is all smoke mirrors, all sergeants & officers can do

Anything a mind can conjure will manifest functions of one to ten, bring a knife to a gunfight

You stop the whole shebang because you can, it’s your party of One, grind is on the far right.

Jewels’ ice, rubies, emeralds, topaz & sapphire rocks left over from the big bang particles

Part baby and part old man, the infant speaks with logic and reason without pretension shills

Halting the doubting is therapeutic and if done sufficiently efficiently, succeeds in its function

Blind faith relieves the anxiety of not knowing the unknown and fearing it as if a boogie gun.

Planets don’t matter in the long run, the universe is in retrograde of a Big Bang onto a Peep

Nobody will hear it, everybody will enter the twilight zone without a map, no going to sleep

It’s forever and a day, given the rest of eternity to skip to whichever beat is louder than Word

Slips out a subtle form, as a joke, conundrum of a riddle, deep inside, it’s all about big bird.

If you don’t ask me questions then I won’t tell you any lies, it’s the thing I prove, Nothing’s true

Bring me the truths you’ve been told & have blind faith in, I’ll show you a narrow path to roll

Upon the killing & regenerating from graft, the ends still remain sacrosanct, no mother, no Man

Orphans have them, privileged sons & daughters of holy and it’s opposite, unholy boogeyman.

In search of the miraculous took so long, infinity turned into the past, present & future at once

Imagine when pure light diminishes as the burning fire turns into cinders, kicker never punts

It’s a fake & a pitch out to the tailback who passes 70 yards downfield for a win, point spread

Bet wins the kit n’ kaboodle, 5,000 on a sign so you let it ride another time, lost, you’re dead.

You’ve been punched in the face before, if not you’re missing out on the surprise of flying stars

Maybe on the way down to the ground as you fall like a chopped down redwood, you blackout

When you awaken, you missed the ambulance ride & your miracle comeback from a death trap

God was in my ambulance, drivin’ through town like there was no tomorrow, you sat on my lap.

History from day one to the day after I die is not written down, hence it will be a sad numbing

A cipher-coded pseudo-science applied the astrophysics to a triple helix reverse ding-a-ling

Skeletons left over from the holocaust of neutrons cancelling out fool’s gold ore, bitcoin chit

Betting the future will produce a profit rather than a deficit for the ledger, words up, phuq it!

Just wanted you to know everything you’d always wondered about, what makes y'all tick tock

Heads to toes, everybody’s the same but different in some idiosyncratic malfunction, stuck

Artistically formed & isolated from the Truth for a reason, it’s too good to be true, the lowdown

Project the holy hole, black or white, yin or yang, self-defense with no alibi, hold my old crown.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. VETERANS’ DAY 11-11-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Downloaded from the ID as above, so below while jammin’ to @TheRollingStonesAlternateTakes on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Tru9fFRkQR0?si=OunqqOwykSOp2AXd }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?