I BLUE UP THE HOUSE JONNY LANGE WHERE'S THE ANGEL OF MERCY? FLIPPIN' THE SCRIPT @TheEaglesBand @TheHotelCalifornia #PINKhits

EVE WASN’T FIRING ON ALL 3 CYLINDERS

TIME IS WISDOM; A WISE ASS BEGAN THE FALL

Nobody knows what the true story is, there are a myriad of nearly deranged theories, too

Peak performance requires the dish to run away with spoon, there was only a silver spoon

She ran away with it, she was the dish but needed the spoon to access the sustenance lock

Really good, really bad and really ugly are the only three likely scenarios, all require a cock.

To procreate the species, there had to be some dirty dog or at least artificial insemination

No other possibility other than extraterrestrial intervention in creation & evolution of Man

All too human, too error is human, perfection is divine, which is the nature of the holy Beast

As it is above this planet, so that’s the way it is on this surface; it spins, we all live and die.

Enough rhythm and rhyme to fill in the abstract emptiness inside of the brain’s hemispheres

Think about the tuneage and the attraction it has for the weary who hear nothing all day here

War and peace lock jaws and a winner takes all, not knowing what to do with it, stroke fears

Delicate situation, recollection of the forgotten tidbit we all need to recall, just drink six beers.

On angelic production value of unary bifurcation, I’ve got nothing at all. Nothing’s doing it all

No room for a Space, it’s all the Absolute, the One thing making it all, creating a cosmic doom

Some extinction mongers killed all the buffalo at the Medicine River, all the killers dead & gone

Europe, Asia, India, Africa, and South America, people ain’t just people, leave the bones alone.

I say this once now & once before I take my last huff of breath from the Mother of all Bombs

I carry the ordinance for protection, it seems strangers want to go to prison for murder bumps

Daughters make this world, mothers-to-be inseminated by nonsense, fathers and all only sons

Time now in Space to unload the refuse, discharge the FOMO with inevitable FUBAR, hold on.

Continue running the red lights, walk it off when you run out of fuel, rubber meets the road

Before you know it, you & I will lie down for the last time, won’t get up anymore with a load

Dumped the refuse, recycled into the vast tundra of rocks, stones, mud, rivers runnin’ to Sea

One foot in front of the other, don’t it tick you off that some people shortchanged all of Me?

Hope and Faith that Charity has not become extinct before the species’ forms, 208 bones die

Maybe not today, yesterday but tomorrow, you may discover the divine opine, maybe there Is

Sit in utter silence as long as it takes to stop the heartbeat, listen to the sad purple blue sea

Perfect love, I had it, didn’t keep it, she took it all with her on the road, never came back to me.

Astronauts know, humans Earthbound have no idea, they can’t fathom Nothing but the Truth

Parents long gone, orphans we all wind up being if we’re lucky, ask the babies in utero aborted

Dollars make no sense, all imbeciles know no more than the 1st man & Eve, why the long faces?

Only if your mother & father know the Truth, will they spread the Truth, in four corner places.

You're in a deep groove yet, it’s getting hotter than it’s ever been, winter, fall, spring or summer

You’ve written it all down as if that stops the future from destroying it in a conflagration’s Myrrh

Seeds with the code, who wrote the code accidentally or on purpose, aliens of our soul’s hellfire

On the borders of states, imaginary beings appear & disappear just like the food you consume.

Thoughts come without knowing what they mean in the long run, it’s all for future referencing

You want and need the information you’ll never get, yet it’s still the Thing Itself, God is not dead

There’s no corpse left over to prove the Truth, mother and father of us all, Space above singing

Tuneage with the lyrics & rhapsody in black and blue, played axes & 88’s & rhythm of the Moog.

German descent qualifies to be abducted by the UFO’s which visit looking for you & I, Zieg Heil

Is this all important or not, just forget about it because you can’t explain it, nothing makes sense

At first, there’s a world without you and then there’s this world with you and I, blood runs a bit

If there’s something that really matters to you, go ahead & dive in head first, don’t belly flop it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-23-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @JonnyLang #OnThatGreatDay LIVE concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E6KLBxJzrmU?si=4Sc-aO8AODLkRJa- }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@BowWow #AintTrippinMucho #AllAboutTheBASS & I served a @CriticalMass in a bottomless @BlackHoleElegence #OneHugeBlackHole @PhoenixA @CriticalMass @SamCooke

Walls fell in,

Kilroy was here

Ever since the first breath y’all gulped outside my mama’s womb, I was the only One

Belief in occult unknown is akin to belief in the known, knowledge is impossible, son

You can cause nothing other than what’s already been caused, all done two by twos

No stone has been unturned, the immaculate conception & the sperm intro, Blues.

Alcohol changes the perception of the audio-visual sensations, any chemical alters it

Survival skills become useless because there’s a loss of mental clarity, confusion chit

Subjects immersed in the predicates and direct objects, all to deduce the conclusion

That this and that is Life as we know it, astronauts know, they got the Truth suspicion.

Gods, dogs, stacks of cats and barnyard anima domesticated from a bungle in the jungle

Fear of dying locked into the mind, it helps a being to survive the hostile deep sea gull

Narcoleptic malfunction, awake for millennia without a nap, sleeplessness’ advantage

Ready or not, the end of you & I will come, sooner or later, no matter young or old age.

Morbidly obese in a fat head, fat mind loses it’s capacity to sort through categories of It

What It is, sometimes you think you know & other times, it’s an empty set of blather s#it

Down a slope quickly, on the slide into home, no block, no catcher, scored ‘bout the base

Pressed and obliterated beyond recognition, an amorphous blob of intelligence, my face.

Hotter than a pistol after firing an infinite number of rounds, m-16 ammo into a silhouette

Direct hits in the head after firing two in the heart, mark the bullseye, I’m cancelling debts

No more owing to me or anyone I’m allowed to entertain as family and friends, we’re even

As above, so below, entertainment, causes of happiness & its opposite sadness are heaven.

Alternative after death or in a spaceship blasting out of gravity, that is the mystery debt

Y’all know or you don’t know, no two ways about that, no in between in limbo, that’s a bet

I’ll win and I will lose some but, in the finale, the curtain will fall when the play ends in jail

Dream is spent, dry or wet still a dream within a dream, Edgar Poe ate ice man’s coffin nail.

Inside of the empty sets, Nothing dwells without the pending doom, a holy mackerel

Fine or not, the only way to know the Truth is to find it & remember it for yourselves

To say the words to the innocent or the delusional, emotional wrecks in utero, as I say

Energy from the sun, stars and the consumed seeds of life, animated and sublimated.

Nis the time not yesterday or tomorrow but today, this moment’s to be in straits dire

Prior to your conception, you were unknown, after your death, your tombstone record

Shows your name & presence on the planet in random years, it will crumble to dust or

Turn into Space’s cosmic dust, rocks that roll around in concentric paths about the fire.

It’s been measured that the sky is up miles high, after that it’s as if returning to womb

Repossession of the lost words that somebody that’s dead said before he or she died

Inherited communication from ancestors who knew you’d be the one who saw a tomb

Perfected as if meant to be, so temporarily insane that it appears normal truths lied.

Beating you upper now, like I knew all of the riffs of the smokin’ Latino Jazz/Rock/Soul

Near the salty sea’s water or upon the mountaintop full of snow, Truth is Earth lost H2O

Entire exoplanet used to be fully covered by water, H2O has been poured out into Space

Either pre-sucked out by non-Earth denizens or lost to the Void because of a pretty face.

Heal every little ill and sip the rest of the sweet wine of paradise and make it last forever

Dressed to near kill, feelin’ that the murder of living things for food or to you, The Fever

Dribbled to begin the pick and roll, handed off bounced pass and the hot-handed thrice

It’s the GOAT, always was & will always be the One, the only, all-time greats cream @ICE.

Being the only one who knows the secret to getting to the finale without an encore fine

Taking all that’s given, assume nothing & everything will work out in the solution’s opine

All know its presence, in the past that gets you into the future, all progressive blind faith

Divide and conquer the chaos of the humanity, punks without discipline, lock them up 8th.

Trips to the moon available to take you out on dates with your beloved, just took y’all away

Needles and spoons not to mention the burnt green weeds mutated by alien lab farms today

Like it or not, high or low, the pain will come & go just like the heat and the cold, it’s temporal

It’ll be alright someday when they bury you boy, girl too, apropos to the millennial golf ball.

Steps both above and below the basement floor, no elevator or escalator to be the eliminator

As I say and recollect the exact spell, the result is immediately expressed as the charm in her

On my honor, I have nothing but respect for the nature of a beast within, known or oblivious

Because with no spirit, there’s no soul or verve, sparks out of fire, t he God of Ridiculousness.

Just between the two of us and a million other readers, what you know won’t hurt you much

It’s what you don’t know down the tunnel ahead that’s critical, you’re in the center of mulch

You’re a seedling that’s on the way to consciousness immersion out-of-body experience blows

Recorded what you couldn’t recall to show you a Truth happened in flight, eagles love grows.

Before it all began as it will be after it all ends, a matrix of a Void, an infinite ultraviolet glow

Protecting the ones you & I care for as well as any we judge as innocent being bullied so slow

Quick to protect and as swift at removing any braggadocio from the event, an accommodation

Finale curtain drops, last word’s a smile as walls fall in, by the way, Kilroy is here, I’m lost son.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, September 26, 2025 @ 911 PMPST

{ Suspended judgement while penning this M.P. & inspired by LIVE @Eagles #InTheSphereInVegas on link @ https://youtu.be/dvAh0pp7tBk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TEQUILLA SUNRISING AD INFINITUM

I AM LIVING WITHOUT YOU TOO AD INFINITUM

BLOOD BLUE BUGATTI

LOATHING MIDNIGHT’S BURNED CHEEK, LOCK THE DOOR, ALL TWO HUMANS, FROZE FIRE

I am the cold in your bed, ghost in your sheets, hush in your heart, immersed herd

Essence did not precede existence, proof deduced from tight ends of trophy wives

Whatever you & I have been, wheatworm & some other upper GI critters in turds

Songs so sung, understood the opine to the dead air’s frequency modulation jive.

Whether the action of the causes & effects appear or not, their essences remain

As above, so below it should be & if it isn’t below, it isn’t above at all, that’s insane

Dreaming isn’t actually anything more than a chimera entertained by ennui scoop

Fearlessness at the moment of realization that you’re all alone in the cosmic soup.

At some point, we both vanished, our life’s headed for a hollow ending, a solo mio

Nobody after you die will do more than burn, bury or dump you in the sea, Bozo

I don’t mean to be disrespectful, maybe my Id does but we’re not in synch as a rat

Will be by the time slumbering comes to eyes brown, green, blue or blind as a bat.

Sucked the air out of the misfits forum, aborted fetus heap, ion pile of God’s DNA

All too human, every single one, spirit gestation on Day One, souls immersed RNA

Colors from red to purple, between the blues, reds, oranges & yellows, high & low

Left it all behind so I double-backed again, tears forgot your name, needed a blow.

In midstream as I flowed downstream, Lapis Lazuli drivin’ my blue Maserati blow

Up & down the country roads of the backwood foothills where wise men don’t go

Trouble is, sudden death has neither warning nor apology for the function of High

Mothers abandoned the data download, fathers were absentee & lived on the fly.

Mega billion to spend on the poor, unfortunate victims being taken to the cleaners

Nevermore will anyone be mine, someone will be yours & you’ll be all of the fears

That you’ll recover from your coma & return to Original Sin, our reward for Apple

Of being on your side, with your blissful experience of meeting & being my ol’ Pal.

Hold it up to the light so you & everyone who is blind can see the matter in utero

Came out of nowhere, serve & consume in perpetuity, no reason to, “Ruh-Roh!”

Too divine to be so human, lucky to have been conceived and thrived for decades

Time forever is never more, if I could, I would but I can’t, I won’t drink Kool-Aid’s.

Mark my words, recall them at the right time in a right place, signify it’s The Word

Hating is the matter, haters run their programs on the matrix, as a red Tweety bird

Funky has the handle on the funk that’s unclaimed by the proper author, up again

High as a kite that broke its tether to my hand-held clothespin & disappeared Zen.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi August 6^th MMXXV Anno Domini  @0800 AMPST

{ Shot this gem from the #QuickDraw of the #GeneralStore while jammin’ to @EttaJames  #AGAIN on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/5m2wquwSesw?si=wuCUFX6gDqXIj-qr }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MagicNirvana @Madonna #LaFlaca #UsefulIdiots & #DescendanceOfMorons #PRESENCE @LedZeppelin #BabySteps

ssOpened up Eyesss

Shaking hands with nobody but your friends and foes, that’s all of it, the whole shebang

There’s no kidding us any more with children’s golden book sagas about my sucker slang

High Vikings, queens, hobo paupers & mentally challenged, disturbed & out of synch souls

Notwithstanding the mainstream of rivers runnin’ north & south unto north & south poles.

Singing the rhymes keeping the words warm and misunderstood is the whole point, see

There’s a misnomer and a point to be made that’s pointless yet what always needs to be

Breathe in & out, get a helping hand & give the help you can give when needed, word up

To the sky and all around this Earth ball of mud, blood & beer, soul empty divine phu-qup.

Lent all of my capital out to the paupers who went bankrupt or died being worn out at work

Business on any given day, any old shift that gives you at least eight hours of a shut-eye perk

Events are the things that happen planned or unplanned, something to talk about to a friend

Having dialogue is all too human intersection of thoughts & becoming known fates, the end.

No more nor less than the squeaks and whistles bellowing out of the pie-holes of the squirts

Invisible sperm merged with an egg and now can’t call it quits, pretend to be immortal forts

Hog-tied up in the mind or the body, both make you crazy to break free of shackles, it hurts

Both the body & the mind to succumb to slavery is unnatural, it’s liberty for me or the death.

Done gone since dawn, hiding in the cave’s darkness in the furthermost place to feel the fall

Down to the bottom of the pit, just a last trip and tumble to that place in Space, God’s hall

Heaven or Valhalla in a mind or outside the stratosphere in one form or another, near or far

If it’s the Truth that’s all she wrote but the writing was burnt in fire or forgotten in a bell jar.

Ennui comes and goes depending on the food you eat or if you’re starving, it appears to be

Just that appearance but in reality, it’s all just a series of reflections that nobody else can see

Except you & me, we’re the only ones anointed with the wonderful ability to detect bull scat

The meter usually registers the facts or fiction within a moment of hearing to this and that.

Let down your hair & I can take it from there, that’s what she said that he said, he proposed

Pulled out a diamond ring, grabbed the fine little tarsals & slipped the circle on the ring one

Happiness used to be a ham sandwich until I saw the magic I produced in the eyes well done

Hammer to the last pound, the pedal’s to the metal, heavy down & dirty, Hell below’s closed.

Ain’t any competition in the realm of Earth’s continental territory, all weather pole to pole

As above, ignorant as your own origin, loving mother and father the climax of a ghost soul

Unseen sight, yet moving an unmoved mover, every animated presence can dig a gold mine

It is what it is though, that’s yet another story, prehistoric guessing, logic requires a mind.

Check your perfection at the door along with your precognition, it is not allowed to be

Not here, not over there or anywhere else in the world we know as continental Earth

Injecting venom from a friendly snake isn’t going to hurt as bad as waves on the bow

Yet, Truth be told, nobody knows why humans ever existed in the past or here & now.

Intent is to reach the target without regard to Time in Space, that’s the trick to master

Magic isn’t the way, it’s a sleight of hand and deception of a mind’s three dotted eyes

On the narrow way to Nirvana, splashed around in the gas of the air, wind & blue sea

I took the joke seriously once I joined basic training to be retrained in orders & policy.

Tigers, panthers, leopards, lions, cougars & lynx keep the Earth clear of dead meat ilk

Birds of prey also get the leftovers they can absorb most of what the teats leak, milk

Small or large, the job gets done in time for the infant to survive to be an elder chief

One with wisdom to know the good, bad & ugly is one & the same thing, a hieroglyph.

I’m not kiddin’, chumps & geniuses surround me ‘bout every time I go to a rock concert

I can’t tell the difference since I’m one of them, don’t know if chit’s stronger than dirt

Chit itself is both a subject and an object or predication, part of the dissertation PhD

On the dead-end street at the end of the one-way crisscross, we played 4 corners “#It”.

Under streetlights on one of my dark, Chicago dead-end streets & my pa whistled Dixie

Home for the end of the battles of the war undeclared, never be the same again, Basic

Ripped my hair out of my skull, shaved off my invisible beard, slashed my skin bloody

All for the sake of my country, I gave an oath to support & defend, allowing abuse too.

To me or against me but never about the perpetrator who began the fight, until now

I can tell you that there’s an answer to all questions, but responses may be down low

Time out for the bad children who’ve grown up to be the idiots & morons before y’all

Every move you make & all places you go, remember well, you will die, y’all will fall.

Bring the flights home, surround the heroes with deadly arms to preserve their heat

Fraud and exposing it to the light of day is paramount in the search for high anxiety

It is found on every trail to every goal, cheating and lying to get the jump on winning

Losing is not an option, winning is the only option, your mothers died mortal sinning.

Ceiling and floor above and below the four walls surrounding your 208 bones, you die

Without leaving a Will to Power for your gods and demons who rob your neurons’ lie

Help isn’t coming sooner or later, in fact, you’ll never receive a twit of assistance at all

Like the day Eve had Adam duped into the apple byte, it’s all God, damned wonderful!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, April VIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Critical mass reached a moment ago, finished while jammin’ to @Santana #LaFlaca in a loop on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiSFAaOJUnw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?