IF YOU DON'T, WHO WILL? #JustDoTheThing #UpDownAdInfinitum @LittleBigTown #BetterMan #IMissYouTooBaby #IAintBetterThanIAM

 @ac/dc

FLY ON THE WALL 

DROP A TOP,

TURN THE T.V. OFF 

March in cadence to the rhythm and beat of the mothers who made your fathers

Killed the switch and stole all the jobs that needed to be done, now they’ll just fly

If I get by & you get by barely without me but it’s better than not, I ain’t gonna lie

Dip & dive in the struggle & we all barely get by on the lie, it’s time to relax or die.

Sweet hustle grown flowers out seeds made in Outerspace, TYVM y’all astronauts

Zero gravity does something special to the RNA, evolves a genome while in bouts

With the killers and eaters of everything that lives, if it don’t stink, boil, fry & bake

It will all be good with on sale, sugar & spice, makes death taste like clever ideas.

I know the rules, you break the regulations and get harpooned, loose & free whale

No offense but you can’t roam free any longer, man has submarines & lotsa waste

Scars leftover the healing to recover a recollection of how I avoid accidental caput

Little Miss America got a scar, right there on the wrist, haunting the hillbillies I cut.

All in playful fun, just kiddin’ or I’m not, I can’t even tell you the Truth, I lied

That I am here and now and will be then and there, false statement without proof

Can’t prove the false is true, ever, not in a million years, begin with Socrates’ goof

Tutored the children, boys & girls, to question everything, survive the Truth, I died.

Like a Buddhist play 3-D chess I like it or not, with my baby girl, she came over too

My house was always an open front and back door, we’d have fun with the tunes

Fire up the grill, begin the party, sip on Tequilla, jump in the pool, hopeless no mo

Alarms all goin’ off when you arrived, over at my house, happens every time, bro!

Villains have there place in Space and it’s not for you nor I to command obedience

That’s all up to the command of a Doing Unto Others, you got her pregnant, dunce

Grateful that I lived 50 years longer than I thought I’d live, long time to be faithful

Son of a gun’s path I’m on continues without end, ad infinitum, what a damn fool!

Better off alive than dead, one way street on a dead end, love counter-revolution

Last breath to choke your face into the inside of your bloody skull, it doesn’t bleed

Did you hear money talkin’, all foreign language of extra-terrestrials, sit down son

Blocked, I played with them in the living room on the block, a dead-end land deed.

Sights without light are neither things nor places, no light lit, there are no people

Persons are legit only while alive, when dead, corpses are nothing but a holy Hehl

Fast or stopped in tracks for eternity, in and out of my mind, ain’t worried, I G.A.S.

Money maker makes the babies, abuse is takin’ the action without havin’ a blast.

Mile or two down the road, every single sane teenager wants to GTF out of Home

Parents good to get ‘em to go early & often & without you, ween ‘em off of Rome

Word up & down like a teeter totter you can’t stop from its repetitive motion skip

There ain’t no tomorrow, some of us live & give, some die and some take on a flip.

Busted with empty pockets and no notion about survival of the fittest, stoned junk

Pray after you sin to apologize & opt out of a next time, you know you, it’s The Fall

Travel coast to coast, pole to pole, 4/5 H2O & a 1/5 @JackDaniels ol’ blacker funk

My lady America, on the other hand, winning it all, it’s mother of all, even in Hell.

Subtraction of the grief and addition of the glee, happiness is no fear of death flip

Soul wasn’t here before ma & pa met for the intercourse, shattered the peace blip

On sonar from conception to my own demise, alone without anyone else’s karma

Gathered the scattered pieces in One place in Space, raped ovum in #MyMama.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XVIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Kicked this jam out while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/x8c1GDzdf8Y?si=nh98JNYPLMtmyNCS

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

STRIKE THE POSE

@MADONNA

@TheRaider  @LasVegasRaiders

@PABLO_PICASSO

#DrakeEquation #WINNING @Santana #BESTofDevadip #OneTokeOverTheLine #BlackHoleSunSon

Amnesia recall

Fugue and other obstructions of creation and destruction of a whore

High or low, absorbing the power of the hit, enhances strength score

Full of the thing itself, as much as allowed to be within, omni power

Pricking up your ears, heat of the chase is on, the hard drive’s hotter.

What must be done has already been done before births of our offspring

Word became flesh, a sound of unheard frequency, an atom of Nothing

Eating the food on our table or out of a wrapper, all sh#t was dead meat

We see production of our own mastication on a regular basis, trick’s treat.

Elevating monologue to a higher octave than intellectual pablum, Time’s up

What could have been, should have been but couldn’t ‘ve been Space’s cup

Mirror image of yourself you’ve never seen before a moment of your demise

No need for air to breath with those wings without a feather, Christmas lies.

Not a good idea yet it’s the one you’ll get, ain’t a bad idea either, it’s surreal

Bent in two, made the line an angle, it used to be One point on a 3D jaunty

Evolved from the ooze of leftover Big Bang effulgence, souls are a real deal

Nothing is neither physical, mental nor psychological, it is what it is, honey.

Colder than the Singularity resulting from the gravitational collapse, it’s hot

Free choice with an invisible matrix isolated in Time & Space, in God’s face

Neverland is here and now, you know it, admit it, you will eventually race

Ahead of other dead bodies comin’ to be judged after their Last Supper plot.

Be candid like a camera recording all action of everything, everywhere too

Follow me, either fly away like a bird or a fly or a ghost, it’s all yonder blue

Above this planet’s atmosphere where it’s pitch black like a black hole sun

Being black is all it does, all it is, all it has ever been from the Big Bang on.

Final thoughts and final verbal sounds that will mean nothing to any others

It’s very hot in the house, the windows are open and there’s no Delta breeze

Fine and dandy to shut the house down & turn up the cool blow out to sea

Man and woman havin’ fun until some become priests & nuns, no ice tea.

Branded with the tattoos of my greatest grandfathers, skin tight out of sight

Here for the party & paid in advance with the good karma earned in a fight

Hits on the target and near misses that measured the angle of delusional sin

In violation or not, naked apes’ skin turns grey to dust, homo erectus’ rosin.

Son of one sun, a star burning 186,000 miles per second, second infinitum

Word sounds a vibrational sequence that triggers a cause process ala cum

It proceeds through excited friction overriding the higher mind into a lower

Caring about nothing except deposit for the conception, immaculate poser.

Years after the dead ones left nothing of themselves, the Earth still weeps it

Cries and tears annihilate the treasure, gold, silver, diamonds in a deep pit

Cave opened to the dig, dug it out as if there was no tomorrow, there wasn’t

Tomorrow never comes & the very next day we all die, immortal, holy scat.

On the way, stop & think then go forth with resolute attention to the matter

Pens with ink, pencils of lead, all tools to scroll script on dead tree splatter

Pages and bound ink-type blots, signifying meaning and accurate discount

Applied to the deduced and induced conclusions, confidence management.

All I had to say has been said, now written incursive or typed via autopen

Nothing goes and everything remains identical to its moment, sat on Zen

Because I could, nobody else could, it was a one-man show, no substitute

Induced, appropriate proposals of Truth by propositions, a metalogic boot.

Creepin’ all along the perimeter of a watchtower, I began to drift to slumber

You don’t know like I know and if you did know, well then, take a number

You may be first, last or somewhere in the middle down the line, I know it

On the brink of the edge of university professors of economic Marxism chit.

Last notes of the rhythm & melody enhance the words of a wise silverback

Verbs and nouns makin’ subjects and predicates, down in the old outback

Where angels & a compass lead to return trip with the goods of baby’s dad

Raw bad means far & away the best ever, I say to you, it’s me, all super bad.

Long form and briefs from the high command, general officer stars 1, 2 & 3

Magic spells in specific word order and inflection, hands & feet still for me

Over forever ‘til my final gasp, I know nothing, you do too, all up in smoke

Still priests and ministers insist they’re privy to the Word, save me a toke!

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Mercredi, September XXIV, MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Cracked this like a rubberband man, while jammin’ to the @Spinners on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx00W3cBtgs?si=5GICcVF90PJ1AO_L }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Grapple #SicilianoCanoliRecipe #WhenTheSunGoesDown #AnotherSaturdayNight

mamaluke

FISHIN’ FOR

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

Once, Trippin’ for all of y’all, jumped the fence we’ve been sitting upon, was underneath us

I am ready and willing in addition to being able with the tools to succeed on this magic bus

Heroes with the vain attempts to impress their beloved ones, they died within the centuries

Middle of crossroads that ran from mother’s loins to electric chairs & guillotines of peace.

Stay with me, follow the string all the way to the bitter end, there’s only one, choose it well

Puppets with the hands within the thing that looks like a human, it’s a atomless soul hotel

Where residing within takes no talent other than securing sustenance & self-safety defense

Hip to the trip man, joined the hippies of 1969 at no Woodstock, recruiters of US marines.

Missed that bus, a caravan, ain’t that peculiar, now I’m here & wouldn’t have been if… then

Ran & walked from where I began to the place one step back from where I started, so what

Freaks the brain & mind out as if the incongruence was the smoke before an imaginary fire

Resurrection with no restriction, dead corpse stench smells just fine, it’s got straits so dire.

Monkeys repeat the motion, locomotion & hiding of the dead & gone, earth, sea or hot fire

Keeps the bubonic plague away from the maggots and gadflies movin’ in on our holy desire

Big populations grew due to the efficiency effects of the crucial CIVILIZATION that is alive

Never has died in essence since the First Man, created before the First Woman, God’s jive.

You’re out of wind and in rigor mortis prior to the vision YOU will NEVER see, yet imagine it

You ain’t moving, getting ready to allow the dead food within to maggotize and fly on chit

Prayed once, daily or never at all, makes absolutely no difference to the Savior of Idiots

If the shoe fits, you’re one, if not, never mind, move on, imagine the case of holy robots.

All apostles and co-disciples who want to reincarnate for infinity, angels of infinite trips too

Hammer on the block began to rock before I knew it, on the way to get a baker’s dozen rolls

Polish your gym shoes and lace up your pat n’ leather penny loafers, with the penny infused

Hunger for the thing that will satisfy the thing itself, a ticket to paradise’s happiness, a ruse.

Subordination and insubordination flipped the script, no rank, no file, a plethora immersed

Origin Big Bang, explosion retarded by Friction, gravitational collapse reverses it all, repeat

Time that measurement of distance from the Big Bang and the Tiny Whimper ala God’s face

We dream or can’t recall the imaginary cartoon of our own creation, extinction of the race.

All animated forms, Quickdraw McGraw to Pepe Le Peu, influencers, genius’ inanimate gall

Start to finish, a level of understanding nonsense & its permutations, jokes on all of us, so

What we can do is enjoy the ability to feel and see anything at all, the alternative is dismal

Now & then, you go there & then, you’re there ‘til you die, you pray to live after death, pal?

We all didn’t have anything to do with the accidental infusion of electronics with dead rock

Created all you see and all you’ll never see, not in a shape or form, it’s an amorphous spook

Not your fault, there is nothing you could have done, as a padre would counsel a holy flock

Happy ending climax, infused extraction of cosmic & infrared MAGA King, checkmate rook.

Early morning before dawn, down to the beach, into the skiff with bait & pole, old man’s sea

I didn’t know any better, there were sharks & barracuda near the reef, where I was gonna be

Escaped with my arms and legs, something swallowed me & spit me out, my wet suit nasty

Or maybe it was my B.O., anyway it was, glad I’m still here & now, but man, I was real tasty.

Humuhumunukunukuapua’a on the beach, still alive but without legs, old man & One Sea

I got it back in and it swam away as if nothing happened, just me saving nothing but old me

Since I identify with all atoms above & below Earth, forms & content, viruses to a clear lake

Words vanish, reason & logic decommissioned, a monster leads to extinction’s news fake.

This will hurt me more than it will hurt you, you won’t be hurt at all, I will be hurt “In Spades”

Stop me if I’m wrong but if I have all Trump and nobody else has any Trump as they all fade

Then and only then, I can show my hand as unbeatable it is, I count aces, Jacks and a King

Game is all over just like it never began, I smile while the beaten frown, I bid adieu, we sing.

Bring down the Top Shelf growth of flowers from the seeds dropped out Jack’s bean stalker

In the open ports down the hatch into the bowels, mindful of survival’s useless ball blocker

Desire to never die like others you’ve seen expire during your own life, that’s all folks, I see

All you & I may do is arrange for others to dispose of our core, form, matter to the deep sea.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August 11^th   MMXXV  @ 4:09 PMPST

{ Ragged this out of the back seat while listenin’ to #WhenTheSunGoesDown @KennyChesney on youTube @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=Q-YhjOa6mbZwj13j }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

HollowAndNaked #Soulstripper @ACDC

SUPREME SHADOW SUNSET STONE

In no way, any shape or hardly any form will the original sin be the fault of the Man, Adam

Regardless of the accuracy of the blame game, it’s all after the fact of life has become, damn

We all are the people as around a tower of Babel, signals & signs mean agree or disagree time

On the battles & the wars that result from the conflagration of wills, reveal history on a dime.

Creep factor becomes embedded in the darkness where angels fear to go while in stealth mode

Losing the edge that invisibility allows, gets you fired by the gods & sent to Hades’ rocky road

Over & under the line is where the odds get tricky & require expertise to Win, Place and Show

My book is your book, I keep the bets all in my head, no harm & no foul, winners blow by blow.

Grace & the sins against the good, bad & ugly all get tallied for the final judge to mete out evens

So, nobody gets short-changed & it’s all on the up and up for everyone to agree is good for Zens

Inner so deep inside that it’s not only unseen but also invisible to the tangible touch & taste of it

Got a line & an angle to form a triad, square & 3D pyramid, four sides, no three-duo dimension.

Bottoms up, drink the lights out, find a place to lay your head without disturbance, just dread it

Awaken with the hair of the dog in your mouth, hungover like an awning over an anthill of chit

Mercy from the maker if any exists, drinking orange juice for a buzz, hit a bong for the buddies

A dreamcatcher eliminates the wasted time we’ve spent being responsible for obligatory fees.

Low hanging fruit for low riders hangin’ on the rue de ville from L.A. to Brooklyn & Philly’s bell

Trips are few & far between since nothing is free & you’ve got to pay your way to rap in the dell

My money is good for the goods exchange, the traders wanted it this way, it is what it is, all blue

Moms & dads, guardians of the gold inherited from the dead & gone punks, all Great Ones too.

Cartoons in 3D right in front of our faces without the silver screens, plasma display smell vision

Playin’ juice harps as paradise drifts beyond a salted sea, lost presence all becomes immersion

In deeper, behind shadows of darkness, running the spook show for the minions of holy names

Inns full, nowhere to run, no place to sleep, no safe place for rent, no, I’m the player of games.

Drop the pretensions, if I could, I would but one of us must if we’re to survive the dirty joke

That Earth is not only a mass of assorted masses of molecules, to the dead ones who smoke

Jokes on you & yours, full stop, what the hell that interjects is the idiocy of the moron head

Into a maelstrom down the middle, in gravitational collapse of my soul, yours too, it’s dead.

I deny the Truth and I’ve full blind faith in the Unknown, as an omnipotent presence, my zoo

Beyond twilight zones in 360 degree surrounding strategy, Earth’s God, Scratch ala Kalamazoo

It’s all no joke, making love causes over population, too much love causes extinction of #TheMany

It could be worse, imagine your surprise to never have been conceived, day’s yield a penny.

Realization as a teenager that Life itself is an intangible chimera, a thing nevertheless, at one

Opine, it’s always the same, I know, you don’t know, you know I know, we know nothing, so

Funk runs together due to the spin of the contracted mass, fighting quakes in yards of stock

Moving the gas into deep pockets which were deep holes in the meteoric glob, planet Rock.

Whether a human was aborted a moment or nine months post-conception, still extinction

How the species will be treated by the enormous powers that be when the time comes in

To be or not to be, survival of the most fit & ability to survive with ease & comfort, happy

As above, so below it should be, happiness is all too human, not divine sadness, ol’ pappy.

On a roll today & tomorrow, I surfed onto the beach on some nice tidal waves, here & now

Bringing the big guns to the battle, figuratively the sharks & the jets at the rumble in tow

Junkies & slum bums who can’t retrieve their own junk all die in the morgue of cities’ stiffs

Production of the three acts & epilogue depend on the prologue, tearin’ it up guitar riffs.

Ice cream of the crop comes into perspective, shift attention from logic & reason to hysteria

I misunderstand it all, you are an ignorant fool to continue the charade of being a mameluka

Think about all you’ve thought about during your life & then forget about it & die, God bless

All you are, all we are, all I am, One thing called Live Earth, neither more nor lesser, confess.

One thing is clear and other things are even more clear, reflexive breathing in and out always

It’s how you & I remain alive & well, here & now, no choice other than to die in a burial daze

Purpose has an appropriate force to succeed at reaching an ultimate goal, a whole, holy truth

Block you, block everyone who attempts to violate rules of engagement, pull a wisdom tooth.

I follow nobody, recall your favorite heroes and idols who appeared happy to be alive, daily

Do unto nobody on Earth anything that you would not want them to do to you, man or lady

Crunchy between the molars and incisors, hot in the city for the personality mask grotesque

Day after day, minute after minute, be present, be here & now, a naked ape tomato bisque.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, August 8^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin to @WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=IC4ns5y6acSPUimj }

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W.W.A.R.D.?