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Only you know and I know what the deal has been since Day One, come on now

We've been programmed to accept the deal or go to prison, eventually it'll be so

Nothing but karma has anything to do with it, baby's are born innocent, not guilty

Nobody can disagree with that notion of innocence and if they might, I'm still free.

Free of the guilt of strangers, related by DNA or not, unacceptable divine size

Hear me out before you pray to God you're innocent of Adam & Eve apple pies

Full backs and the linebackers take up all of the oxygen in the room, games free

Football season begins with a kick, a catch, a run, a tackle, 1st down, FB or TD.

Be hip as the next guy if you just keep your pie hole shut & watch the games back

Some fair-weather & some not, hard-core lovers of the colors, some silver & black

Some red & gold, navy blue, white & orange, all flavors of sherbert havin' all of it

Thousands of dollars in team SWAG, extra walkin' $$ for the players, all in debt.

How many times since 1951 can you say you watched an entire superbowl?  None

I always watch the commercials though, plus there were no superbowls in the 50's

WTH are you talkin' about, you're slingin' has to the wrong dog, queenie & king

For me to know & for you to find out, I'm trippin' hard remembering my streaking.

Needs and wants are out of range in the domain, it's the calculus of the geometry

Or trigonometric philosophy of the soul & mind behind the invisible iron curtain

Pinnacle of the epitome of perfection that never, ever existed anywhere else at all

What I am is what I am, in spite of a less likely case that I am not all that skeletel.

Inside of the mask, underneath the buckskin over your skull, there's sawdust ion

Made to appear as an anomoly, to generate fear of the unknown, now a #SpotOn

Scanned magnetic image resonance just like the story was told, expect Nothing

Something from nothing leaves nothing as well, it's an indisputable face Thing.

Knowledge powering the display of Wisdom in a solid pollution of intelligence

Super, supra or sub-intelligence, all and none of the above in every case's sense

Mirror the myth into another mirror ad infinitum until the size is unrecognizable

Zero for Zorro and one for Zeus' minions, wives, sons, daughters & bastardmen.

As in the beginning of your & my first heartbeat, before the heart formed as one

There was a Time then, before conception of you & I, a long time ago, God's son

It's spiritual soul stuff that isn't Matter & Energy neither, rubber soul stretched

Into this matrix across the dimensions, immerssed into the dressing I've fetched.

Admire and like it a lot, it will increase the volume of the vibe until you're full

Of it or happy with the fabulous current load already metabolizing into the toll

What is owed and paid to the Plethora to remunerate the opportunity's head zap

Every breath I take & every move I make, why you are on my brain's skullcap.

Don't blame me man, you're on your own, alone yet not in the way, all my way

Let me be and do what you like, right next to me or out of sight, make it so I pay

For everything, all expenses paid by me, I worked & earned it to transfer charity

What a man in the mood, heart beats, bleeds & in the end, a brain turns to dust.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 9-12-2026 AD @ 1010 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=GP-rpLA2MIklhH8b}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackToTheGoodOlDays

#DoobieBrothersConcert2025 @BigSmo @MorganWallen @HankWilliamsJr

OIL AND THE FILTER

If you don’t mind, this means War when you hear or see the rumors and hot propaganda

You don’t know what you don’t see or hear about by reading or word of mouth agenda

I know nothing and whichever words of explanation you hear one way or another, A Sting

Yank your attention and arrest it for an infinite moment, everything you know is changing.

 

Watch the end of the story unfold in a two-day battle, beheaded snake remains in motion

Party of the multiplicity on every continent on Earth the cars keep dancin’ in colored skin

Pink inside and out, blood’s purple inside & runs red on the outside of every skin’s parabola

Good old days you went through with me y’all know from Chicago to Mississippi to Florida.

 

Let me have the microphone, call it a #Mike, disguised a 1^st lady in the people’s blank house

In charge or down at the rock bottom of the ladder where the weight is carried it all aback

Woman had babies who grew up in spectacular or disastrous manners, can’t change it all

Know what I know way back in good old days, gas in my dad’s gas tank cost 20 cent per  gal.

 

Passing out or passing away is what we’ve been doin’ since I was back I the good old daze

Never change it one bit, I never knew more than I could see in the gods’ deep-purple haze

Talkin’ about a trippin’ in your home, greaser and dooper-style, all about hookin’ up to “its”

My girlfriends all knew my name, address & home phone number, so did their daddies’ fits.

 

Back to the story, back there where I used to run from the danger & turn around for a fight

Not afraid after the monsters in the dreams were exposed as the ghosts in my reincarnate

Body changed but the ghost within still misses those good ol’ days, it keeps returning to Go

Pumpin’ brakes on the way down to stop lights & octagon stop signs all about ebb & flow.

 

Slow down or speed up before it’s all over, relative or absolute control over ways & means

Nobody impedes an unstoppable force moving ahead or behind it, DNA in the magic beans

Gas giants leaving signatures every place in Space that allows it, chalk on a rock-hard skin

Beer, wine, spirits aged in wooden cherry barrels for a smooth sippin’ high lookin’ for a sin.

 

People of the rocks and sand above the liquid love of gods, every molecule & atom screws

Seeing and believing the Univision of television and the cable of the TNT & flatscreen blues

Beats layin’ down the moves for both above and below this dirty ground, I love down deep

Hills ahead with the ends still there waiting for the application of the means, soul I’ll keep.

 

Bum as I am all there is inside and outside of my family’s tree, branches down to holy roots

Twisting back and forth, to and fro makin’ the 208 bones assess joints strength top to foots

Remember everything & forget nothing, a dream streams like smoke in the dead air’s wave

Dead & done gone before I arrived, my forefathers knew I’d get down, right here & right now.

 

Bigger gratitude will not materialize out of the matrix than the infinite thanks I’ve got in deep

Under my finger and toenails, protected the feeling things that the dumb asses out my face

Not my fault so don’t shoot the messenger, as they say, try to take advantage of me or mine

That will get you Smith & Wesson heat or at least Mr. Sam Bowie blade, 21 moves per slice.

 

Know what I know, bring it with y’all & pay it forward & a throwback the species’ extinctions

Bright boys and girls, the kids of the elders who had no idea why they paid for Mankind sins

Flow from the equator to the poles, due to the revolution and the wobble around, we’ll sing

Commitment to nothing and able to honor that One commits to the Void, all about Nothing.

 

Before the blood & bones partner, attention arrested cowboys & girls, all texts self-destruct

High school ring in my hands again, she gave it back, bet her father made that happen, Dick

Now it appears that I’ve had angelic overlords directing the impasses allow my passage out

Of the situations presented that want your money or your life, survived punk-asses, slick.

 

Sherrif knew my name, grandpa was the Fire Chief, ergo WTF I did put me above Man-dumb

Thought I was King ‘til they cut my hair & sent me to training under south Texas’ red-hot sun

Did me better to live with the Mississippi alligators that fled swamp Florida to the Bayou fun

Say nothing ever said, copyright as if it matters about Forms of the whole Truth at random.

 

Back to class after summer vacations, I think it was about 12 to13 years on a turnaround

And then on to serve the people in no-armed service where they showed me an M-16 sound

Booms of bombs and near misses inside and outside to get accustomed to surviving Ends

Ghosty, angel-spirit animates mud & then goes battery-dead, it’s sad but hey, Time bends.

 

Ready or not to uncover the silence inside or outside of a box or a can, a vile or a one-hitter

Better to have been here for a few moments than never to have come at all, it’s God’s butter

We are the epitome of Creation’s Rembrandt and even if you don’t have kin, you’re human

Mothers & fathers don’t matter, you matter, your form & consciousness’ recollection, man!

 

Let it go, pay attention to where you’re arrested, here & now, eyes wide open, see the gods

Always above & beyond the happiness you’ve ever consumed here & now, nirvana hotrods

Honey tastes as sweet as sugarcane pies that passed my lips, all bitters disappear as I sing

Turn around before you get to the dead-end street, you lived there, wouldn’t change a thing.

 

Served the masses both serious and solemn onto a population of country mates inherited

Media and internet completed the species dominance of the dirt from north to south pole

Still at the Ends, corpus dillecti can’t be denied, if you live you will die, factoid of life’s dead

Who left writing on cave walls, paper tiger Cro-Mag announcements in Pac10 Rose bowls?

 

Swear to God on a stack of bibles because one bible ain’t enough to swear on, need a stack

That is a promise & can’t be broken, death before the sheriff or deputy gets shot by mistake

You & yours are sacrosanct, mine are as well, due respect, it will be an honor to follow back

Clear dinosaur blood, viscosity in my .383 all 20-50 weight keeps my .44 under-seat make.

 

In a day way back in the ‘70’s, I wondered when 2026 would accumulate consecutive spins

Tryin’ to get my girlfriends to take everything off ‘cept my high school ring, recall mortal sins

It was all good, no child ever came out of wedlock as far as I’ve been told, God only knows

Certainty comes & goes with the wisp of wind blowin’ sound around in circles, takin’ blows.

 

Howls I heard were my own, my eyes were closed but wide-open like the Red Sea full of cod

Being chased by the big old bad soldiers of the empire, needed divine sea swallowing it all

Filling up Davy Jones’ locker with the metal and wood malformed into a deceptive skid Fall

To WAR, it will be a soul sacrifice of ones who signed on a dotted line, for the Love of God.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February 28^th MMXXVI Anno Domini at 11 o’clock AMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while loopin’ #GoodOleDays by @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=_OXKnGY4hZT11rHY }

#LoveMeWhenImGone #MaybeImJustBlind ? #HoldMeWhileImHere

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 leftover 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 Wheels 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 peeked 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, an underground vegetable grown out of cosmic wavelengths & frequencies
All in the neighborhood of metropolitan wood or the sticks, between the 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 outer space, judgment 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 was invented by scratching on cave walls in red dirt, upon rock & stoned music.

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 the 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.?