AM RADIO NEVER LIKED DISCO #FineAsAFrog @BigSmo #SMO #Hog #Frog #SingleBarrelShotguns #MindsOnGOD

LEARNIN’ HOW TO LET THE CERTAINTY CRASH LAND

From the attitude you had the day you were born you’ve become a real know-it-all

Young or old, beginning with the original and mortal sins, forgiveness is impossible

Told you, commanded you, taught you to read & swear on your words’ Truth, you fool

If you’re not a fool, why act foolish when the appearance of inferiority ain’t even cool.

Files from A to Z, so simple that even a moron or an idiot could keep the files in order

Z and backwards to A, enough room for all these physical files on a floppy disc or four

Dreaming that being awake on planet Earth is everything there is, the universe is empty

Astronauts and cosmonauts are sworn not to divulge the fact of life, Earth is in a hurry,

Flyin’ around the ecliptic for whatever good reason we’ve deduced, matter & energy mix

Wide open spaces between the oceans full of H2O, liquid gas getting recycled back kicks

Crew can wreak havoc on every single thing in life, makin’ suitable time has advantages

Football is fine, playoff & Super Bowl for free, busted tellin’ the Truth about my lost wages.

I am both the drill and the hole, matter in atomic weight & energy in ergs and grand watts

For the ones with no mother and no father you ever knew of, it’s an orphan rant, at-bats

On or off the bases, you can’t win without scoring the runs, you’ve got to slide in the sticks

Piling your hair up on top of your head is fine for shootin’ hoop but it detracts aesthetics.

Pretenders teach pretending to their grand daddies who can’t tell Truth from White Lies

You earned and evened up on your inherited karma, live & die just for that, no moon pies

Poppin’ corn covered with caramel & salt, smells like heaven on Earth, when it’s all gone

Frozen tundra and boiling quicksand from uncovered planetary dirt that gravity sucks in.

Hunter and angler, be one to retain your freedom to live without working, trade in gold

Oil and the exchange for your backbone use, your time clock punch from 9 to 5, retire old

If you’re lucky, cashin’ in on the pension eventually, you just don’t think I’ve got the Wood

Together we make one another take it in, until it’s gone girl, way gone Levi’s on ol’ dogwood.

Whiskey and Rye with a prayer to the good lord usually gets the proper result, 99% of Time

The 1% is the key for the lock, turn it in the keyhole, open up the door & then pump Rhyme

Little Bigtown of Love or Hate, Long or Short, Truth or Fallacious arguments to shut down

Pumping the air & water into the receptacles leads to a blown mind of only God the clown.

Don’t try to shoot messengers since there are no firearms, none on Earth, no ordinance

Scale to weigh the living and the dead with the rest of the Earth’s matter, all of the bones

Skulls and toes from a myriad of intentional RNA recombination, without a creator to die

No requiem just because God couldn’t live forever, mortality is the Truth and the holy Lie.

Whiskey form Blackjack & Hops from Negro Modelo, get me to the train cross country too

I hate to travel unless I’m unconscious, especially going at a few hundred miles per hour

On a jet plane, a train, on a bus, drivin’ myself in a @Masseratti makes no difference to me

If it ain’t local & I’ve got to pack some snacks before we “Ride”, I ain’t into the bird or bee.

Dig this or not, I am the one that’s gonna die when it’s my time to die, no replacements so

Ready or not when the time comes, my spirit & soul will let the good times roll without me

Rather be here & there instead of up in the shooting stars above, love riverside & country

My place, living as good as gold, throwing up culture where good times roll, it’s post blow.

Fun begins at the kegger and the full bar with the expert tender from the @HardRockBar

About to go down the secret place that’s mi casa, su casa, single or double, & fishin’ pole

Bowlin’ strikes and spares to hit my average 255, can’t quite get all 300, nobody’s perfect

Unless it’s an unrealistic expectation, I’m satiated & got a Dixie Cup full, no keys to my car.

Open gate policy down the gully, the children are all ready to play, high school & grads

Makin’ the next generation coupling up with the cherished and irresistible pull of the DADS

Morning light ain’t comin’ up for 6 hours, come on over to my place, come o’er to say howdy

Open the gates so all my friends can get in and get a little high and just a little bit rowdier.

Fire down by the riverside, talkin’, laughin’, and drinkin’ until the eyes hooked up, & then

Fifty years passed by quickly, the grandkids are bein’ born all over the world as we know it

Now hear this, putting the nouns & verbs in the form of a rational thought to elevate above

Then it is now, no more waiting, let the fun begin, spinnin’ a ball of yarn to give you a shove.

Better homes and gardens with the birds & bees who share the benefits of just bein’ on duty

Workin’ as hard as I’ve realized that I must for my own sanity, I used to be combat so ready

Now it’s trying to put me to rest, pushin’ myself harder than when I used to roll up sleeves

Focused on the sun when the light comes into the darkness, like it or not, it’s The Steves.

By the time you read this here prolegomenon there’ll be a conflagration of continental riffs

You and I have neighbors, some drink & smoke & some tea-total for their free choice cliffs

Jumpin’ off the edges you see here and there, it gets better if you pretend it won’t hurt bad

It might & it might not, certainly in the end, last heartbeat, one more beauty won’t be sad.

Blisters on my feet and fingers from workin’ the bones for gold cash greenbacks, got higher

Never mattered in the first place, it was a matter of pretending pretensions got from father

Not a dream if you don’t wake up, the reality of the gods nobody ever sees is, they’re dead

Don’t shoot the messenger just because you can’t grasp Truth, live ‘til your blood ain’t red.

Moonshine when it’s bright or cloud-covered, we kickin’ it in Tennessee, middle of the wood

Fine as a line you can’t see between us, the facts of life require blind faith, incredible dude

Driving or flying gets the 20th century mankind to OutSpace in a gravitational-release bullet

Grip to keep on me, better hold tight, I’m slippin’ into my 3rd wind, throw shots back, I’m set!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Martin Luther King Day, Janvier 19th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted these signals while jammin’ to @BigSmo & @AlexanderKing  #AnythingGoes & #SmoMotion @ https://youtu.be/-FRKaDxcg80?si=6ZAxc_nPuFvKhB-i & #NoAssNoGrassNoRide  https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY?si=iMJtUlMzRXva04mN  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

LYING LIARS AIN'T LYIN' BLOKE SO WOKE, NEED A WILDASS TOKE

NOTHING BUT EARTH & MOON IN A VOID OF BLACK A(D)TOMS

On the nature of being between rocks & hard places, mantra gin & whiskey
Dialogue and holy commands of the commanders followed a “T” grey beauty
Truth about lies & rampant fabrication of lying liars who grace our Earth
Place in Outerspace with junk & #StarWars in defense of offense, Afterbirth.

We’re inside the Marxist placenta, it’s eating itself in a word misspelled by a bloke
Spelling bumblebee and the other words used by darling loves who remain Woke
Hard liquor you see ahead in a glass, a neat one of Jack, in charge of minions
Knowing nothing, believing in blind faith’s indoctrination of first-last strike sins.

Who said what about how & why you know when one is being offered ends’ gold
Full throttle to keep Time in a bottle so it doesn’t get poured out & drunk to get old
Hey man, it ain’t my idea, this is the way it is and the way it’s gotta be original OG
Got with it in a groove, followed the force of centrifugalism into spin of neon skin.

Black & white just like the old TV’s used to be, there was no color in cathode gas
It has the WORD that got made flesh in the radio & TV waves paid back, jackass
Gods above & below Earth’s moon, they’re all AWOL & come back to witness
Revolution between powers that be and the ones that want to be, Wannabees.

Contents are unknown but the fixings of conglomerat can't be underestimated
Fix has been in for centuries, millennia it’s one & the same thing now, God & Ted
Billing you & me for the payments to red devils & horned gods of a Viking queen
Peaks of the mountains got chopped off by a UFO’s needing gold backs uptown.

Nowhere a Milky Way, far, far away from anywhere, UFO clouds, bring it to me
Pricking up ears in a holy sepulcher, just to raise the dead ad infinitum, dreamy
Phoenician & the rockin’ relatives of the original G’s, Adam, Eve, Cain & Abel
Willing to let it all go if you pay me a ransom, billion bucks in a gold, cash bell.

Perks of rock candy jelly in bean form, rocking holy smoke’s routine, put-on folks
Like it or not & only if you DON’T, all matter of telling the truth, the ol’ okie doke
Pumped up air into the jump shots, miracle is that you still breathe gas up to it
Instant peasants required to aid kings’ chores queens want done, bunch-o-chit.

Complete asinine punks and their progeny’s parents which is selfie's final exam
Running a chit show of this planet’s civilization until a bitter end, a put-on scam
Cringe-worthy to examine under a microscope to avoid the Eve of Extinction
Old men & young men, mothers, sisters, wives & friends, are mortals’ sin-skin.

No free will or choice, good, bad or ugly, it just is what it is, substantial Zero
As above  so it & is exactly the same below, ala core to stratospheric blow
Brimming from the top of a scalding, hot café con leche, T-cell damned, hotrod
Eight by Six, 30 days in the hole or when it’s fiesta time, that’s a recall to God.

Misanthropification of mercy in holy gravity, below & above grounded, red dirt
In a flow around & over the rocks because I can do that, Dusty, total cock Block
Schism cracked glass in the canopy, free for all animation straight to the top’s tip
Hair shaved, grown underground & clipped over & over ad infinitum, time to RIP

Hot takes from trouble hooks & lures that the river flowed by a carbon hot rod
Tush I looked below & above for no reason other than to generate a people god
Men, women, gods & illusions of extinction for air & ground, orbit's chaos key
Nothing lasts forever, be Nothing forever, hillariously yours I am #DictatorFree.

.by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Septembre XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini # 1111 AMPST
{ Crafted out the Void while jammin’ @PITBULL concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9H8tZ3vKM8U }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D

.?

LOST CAUSATION, FOUND SPECIAL EFFECTS @GovtMule KIX JELLYBEANS TEMPTATIONS @JGeilsBand

IT’S ALL ABOUT JELLYBEAN GIEUSEPPE & BIG ALBERTO, RICHARD, OMG AMEN, I AM

For the sum of the additional, distracting subtractions from the atmospheric Stratus
A dream erupts into the natural world, a reality of the all too humane cosmic dusts
Many kinds of a One, atomic implosion of everything that exists in the universal Ids
Left and right, up, down, over & out of the mold you’ve inherited via DNA/RNA kids.

Now then, may have your attention please? Cease to comprehend language, as I do
With one swoop you can forget everything from Ga, Ga, Goo, Goo, God, God of screw
How else could we get here & now without the Love, without the sacred heart blood
Well, you know the answer to all rhetorical questions, this Evil Life was all the Good.

Nobody you know & anyone you’ll ever meet down the lonely stream of Mercury flow
Will be of assistance to the navigation of the thing itself moving about without a red leak
Blood thirsty for the flow of living fluid coursing through veins and arteries of the meek
Here’s the confused messenger, I know you are an idiotic fool at the royalty’s job blow.

Among the treasures of gold, silver & shiny rocks left over from Big Bang’s magic spell
There is something about everything even an idiot might observe at the bottom of Hell
Where angels fear to go, nobody gets out alive, soul-sentenced to Jung’s Sigmund Freud
Launch the rockets, fire up the engines’ fusion power to fizz away matter into the Void.

This time while occupying this space on the planet’s surface, water, gas & stone rocks
Say it just because you have no idea, not an inkling about the nature of the dry docks
Sitting, lying down, standing up, rolling via two-four wheels, chopper blades or wings
In each & every case, the alpha & the omega treasure the equation’s sweet nothings.

Mindful of the idea, the thought that mankind’s mind can’t exist outside of Earth lands
Don’t shoot the messenger with high CBD’s & GMO’s to silence the infidels in the sands
Going into gridlock down before a Friday Night slam, full force and power to inseminate
Spirit of the holiest leftover ideas from foreign tongues of the Tower of Babel, First Date.

First base single or a walk unless your rear’s a target of a curving screwball, curved up
Too far to hit the ball for a homerun, 350 to 440 feet from home plate’s five-sided mold
Pointed dead center to the strike zone, low batter knee to high batter letters, buttercup
On edge for you to slide upon, sharp as a fresh razor blade, made in the USA, steel cold.

Somewhere in this Time on this Planet, you will reemerge with your minerals’ medicine
Magic potions of mixed emotions, happiness and the lack of happiness, sadness’ sin sin
Candy licorice makin’ it all worthwhile, you are feeling all you are as immersed in plasma
Faith followed by blind humanity, no regrets, death evens it all out, your karma, my karma.

By the hookers and the crooks who steal shirts off of innocent backs, lit black light streams
Happy is no worries at all about being taken advantage of or eaten by the hungry in dreams
Unreal that you can’t recollect what you saw on television, why y’all forgetting trivial things
Fill your empty psyche full of the First Cause’s intent, now what ‘s One to do, sweet nothing.

Bought your mother and father a home in the parks of oak, they died and left the old boss
Old bones in harms way but never any notion that you & I need the force of @pi to be alive
Once upon a magic carpet ride over a sweet peach & cherry colored sunset, show high five
All y’all will ever see for the duration of your living large, the #BigGuy being is mental floss.

3.14 pi times itself is still a fraction of 10, 985.96 to be precise, now or never is the Time out
Think about your dead predecessors implicating The End is just a skull & crossbones’ doubt
Pirates on seven seas have buried the booty, the maps are tattoos on daughters’ job blows
Infants tattooed by needle puncture, apex to pole, there is somebody yet, nobody knows!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 7-31-2023 A.D. @ 1259 PMPST

{ Clicked on the bait & snagged a double whopper with cheese rewarded by a concert by #JGeilsBand #MyAngelIsACenterfold on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lKgd2wneKX4 & @TheMightyTemptations #MASTERPIECE link @ https://youtu.be/0vvuhLZiPA0 & @JellyRoll #HITS link @  https://youtu.be/PunDCoz-S4g }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheMightyTemptations #TheRollingStones #TowerOfPower #CurtisMayfield #Madonna #AnnieLennox @Nickleback @SamHunt

SYCOPHANTIC PSYCHO-SOCIAL EVOLUTION

Mighty, mighty spade & whitey flowin up and down rivers to the equator, I resemble that remark
Inside of things themselves that I can’t see, a core of nothingness without being anything is stark
All is finished when you get swallowed by the python, it’ll digest you on the way down to the park
Reason and logic disappear as the LSD trips and the HCL acid flows head to toe, this turns so dark.

Whose fault is it? Who’ll take the blame’s responsibility for random acts of chaotic unconsciousness
“WHO”? That’s what it sounds like at night as invisible things grow out of dirty rocks of a water hole
Nothing but a bunch of yellow eyes in the distance, far, far away from a place in Space where I must
Believe you or your 208 bones have a destination other than six feet underneath dirty, burnt stardust.

Punks are smug because they’re ignorant of the facts of life they got lucky to experience, here, now
It will be over sooner than later, daughters tell your sons, they won’t believe fathers, take a low bow
You & I run the monkeys and the bulls together, only the strong survive for a while, all of ‘em will go
On to the Great Beyond, larger than our sun, the closest star, smaller than a neutron of atomic Blow.

Grounded to rest in peace or woke in war, I am adapted to morons & idiots who repeat ad infinitum
Much ado about everything in your blinded sides, don’t pay attention, it’s your mistakes that kill ‘em
Killers are the creators, come on man, y’all can’t be blinded by the clear light forever, Wake TFU y’all
I can’t & won’t be transmitting data twice, it’s a one-time Charlie, it will self-destruct in ten seconds.

Cancer means cellular data replication is mutated by either recombination of recessive genes or luck
Fear of fear itself will shock infants to elders without defense from the predators who kill for fun food
You & I would never do that even if there was no choice, we’d choose crucifixion death for bad blood
Oh, WTF, that’s despair, I can’t talk about killing God on Earth, rock motion to hasten the Singularity.

Think without being safe from predators & you either live or die depending on your most fit defense
With no mother’s teat-lactose, only a formula without your mother and father, a petri dish, womb less
Or more if appropriate, dig holes to bury the dead & way gone, allow the flesh to return to the red dirt
Rocks jagged & smooth, roll away but always return, you can see the back of your own head & shirt.

Buy & sell, high and low without any thought of being alive the next moment or day, week or annuals
You can’t believe anything if you are a septic, it’s impossible to drink waste-water without chemicals
Inside what is outside of each one of us, including Neo-Marxists, idiotic morons, Earth inhabitants
Cast no aspersions, just the facts headed your way, don’t worry & be happy, as we all die like ants.

Sponges soak up the wetness until the universe dries up and disappears into thin air, empty Space
Common idiots move you on the radio and the TV, no matter how it flies, you will pay the full price
Fill her up the fuel-gas hole that leads to the storage tank, fire in the hole kept away from all octanes
Seeds, stalks, leaf, flower, smoke & edible consumables, killer bees & red ants all over lion’s manes.

Loathe the “unknown” X that nobody can prepare for, it comes every time, in every case
Nobody has any rights or privileges in that occult place, spells of purple magic in your face
Fake belief is suspended for a moment in Time, conclusion can be reached before we all die
It may not be too late, but you may not have much longer to complete the mission, no lie.

Stoned junkies tryin’ to jaywalk alone on the tenth avenue, nobody give a flick of the switches
If you could, you would but you can’t, so you won’t, it’s the puppies’ souls, litter of the bitches
Dead set & burned or buried, if you think the Form matters to God, you’re wrong as a sea witch
Battle murders until the war ends and then it repeats ad infinitum, population control fast pitch.

Around the bend of the mountain, the tracks show the only way to get to the In & the Out of It
Mummies in crypts or coffins or ashes in urns, Davey Jones locker for the rest, every bit o’ honey
Dead and an optional memory left over in the lexicon for recollection in another millennial skit
Players acting as if they’re immortal when it’s the opposite, they die 1st thru 7th, sons of Sonny.

Bombs away from bad guys, no evil can arise we’ll call it extinction of Mankind, failure, good sons
In the cryptocurrency there is no silver or gold, idiots and morons trained by mothers’ inventions
Never right, seldom wrong, the things that exist won’t live during the sun’s ex-implosion in a hole
Black or white holes make the difference, one is a hill goin’ up & the other one’s goin’ down slow.

Hearts and the bodies of the species-rich seven continents of Earth have no hope in a cluster bomb
Every square centimeter gets the metal through its nucleus, every red & white blood cell, no tomb
Annihilated from the matrix & surface of burnt ash, the oceans flow and ebb to the redskin beats
Beast is evil but so are insects and bacteria, entering our living cells’ verve to eat its own defeats.

Sycophant social club cheering for the other side to beat us all, take my property & deter survival
High or low, you are the missiles full of TNT & the motherlode of systems to the wild in the corral
If you don’t keep power in line, you will probably lose what meager amount you possess, it’s Life
People, culture cancelling extinction is invisible, it’s occult magic, atomic fission and fusion strife.

Dead & gone, back there again, alpha and omega on the timeline, Future to Past of a Presence
High or low, hard or soft, living in the material world with the material girls is what I like, so nice
Chantilly lace, pretty face, wiggle in the walk, makin’ our world go ‘round when it’s a dream sense
Afterward when the preface has been presented for your edification, only then, roll the ol’ dice.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July XIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #CantYouHearMeKnockin @TheRollingStones link @ https://youtu.be/3fa4HUiFJ6c }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatIsTheProblem #TrippinOnYourVibe #TheStruggleToSurvive #ApemanLove

 DARWIN DEATH, SHIP IT, CAPUT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, August 5, 2019

--#StraightUpScaredToReincarnate #CrossTheTracks--
ssssssREINCARNATEDsssss
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So very HIGH, happy to have arrived from where I’ve been, way out there in deep outer space

That is all I’ve got to say, the First Cause and the effect of my ego, my personality, a holy face

To wind up the energy, the gas and the smoke of the matter and the dirty water in the hoods

Where I came from, jugulars came to be in the middle of winter, funky, ice conception brood.

Have-nots who were of the mamas who were also babies, shoved by the older brothers of Eve

Your personal time is comin’ whether you like it or not to face your leaving the Earth, a Void

Centered, finish what you will by sheer desire, enter the end of alpha through omega struggle

Backward, upside down and inside out, no other way to get anything done, cool star trouble!

In the format of the formula for the mixing of the microorganism’s verve, gangster white cells

Gettin’ ready to rid the neighborhood of the ones who won’t cooperate with the boss of y’alls

On the streets, sleepin’ in your garages on a roach infested couch, crappin’ in hood yards, dog

No they’re people straight up, givin’ you literally a mcdonalld fecal trip, a gropin’ welfare god.

Right there on your front lawn, ugly americano born n’ raised for the welfare roll, comin’ in

Whether you’re ready or not, lighten up on your prejudice and allow the miscreants to begin

Revolution of takin’ necessary moves to go in the RIGHT direction, WORK JOB or yo’ mamas

Change is what the idiots and morons of the being alive for no human errors in too hot ovens.

Thought it was a dog but it was just a nasty and brick layin’ burger-pharted turd, left deposit

No return with a sneeze or a cough, just a take over of what’s never going to be anything at all

Come in here to my four cornered ceiling and floor, get on this slip stream on the current chit

If and only if you get close to my heart’s attack, you’re good as gone, yo’ purple heart clothes!

This is the lead part of the gold, it burns and it transforms the thing itself from gas to matter

And liquid and you and me, our ancestors and descendants, brothers and sisters, tiny critters

From cells of amoeba and paramecium to the end of Earth’s bubble of gas, it’s a trip you fool

Hard liquor and hard lives go hand in hand, Id-minds gang bangin’ DOPE ‘struggling school.

White and black, brown and yellow and red, skins of different species of man, prejudice girls

Make the boys be that way to so that the favors are granted after runnin’ hard, work and play

Chillin’ and maintaining the useless dads and muchachos who run the ways and means curls

Feeding babies who make more babies, so ignorant and stupid, hippy lie, extinction’s Today?

by {#IAintYoHomey}

r j j stephan, i

c. August 5th, 2019 A.D. a moment in time @ 4:44 AM PST #LUNDI

{ DRAFTED to the RAP of AlexanderKing #MomentInTime & HITS off of #Reincarnated CD link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/DBmae72UtR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?