@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.

by

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!

by

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.?

#RhumbaMan @MavisStaples #RhumbaGirl #PhiladelphiaFreedom

GOLD ATOMS WADIN’ IN H 2 0

Not so full as the whole shebang, in fact, empty of it all but I’m here for the party too

High as above Earth’s atmosphere and as low as the inner core of the middle of Earth

Flies winging it from leaf to leaf, gold and silver collected in the rock form, love so blue

Heart’s broke, I am as ignorant as I was at conception and birth, death in store for you.

Rolling from the mountaintop to the foundation of the inner core of stardust, holy hell

As if you didn’t know, pretend that you’re naïve and don’t know better, ring-ring a bell

Double Eagles don’t fly, they’re in the bank with the #QuantumFund, you and I are we

Meaning nothing more nor less than dissolution of everything, plunge into a holy city.

Color-blinded into the black and white, everything faded to silver & black, like a Raider

In Vegas or the Bay, either way there’s no way to win it all, never, not now and not ever

Supreme courts and their inferior pretenders declare freedom is slavery & reverse achoo

Nothing to sneeze at, it’s a humdinger and nobody ever sees it comin’ drivin’ the screw.

All wings on the right and left of a high-flying Eagle bird from a nest to rest, a flip-off to all

Funds not registered and can’t do business investing in increasing something from nothing

Beef is the dead meat, chicken is the dead fowl and water is the leaking gas of Outerspace

Knowledge is important and impossible, it takes forever to discover you’re only your Face.

Your name, your life from birth to death, your history before & after you died, that’s all gone

Gone beyond anywhere you’ve ever heard of, so you wouldn’t grasp the intricate conundrum

Fade into a black hole Singularity, nobody gets out alive, Freedom’s all about being up in hell

Miscreants and the followers of foreign language texts, sticks and stones mighty shock shell.

Herds move to and fro, followers of the head leader of the pack, followed by death and dirt

Graves or ash dumps for the corpus dillecti full of seeds of extinction & survival of the hurts

Coming around the corner, up the back hill or just like a ton of bricks out of every nowhere

Gone like you never had one moment to spare, faded to black-backed voidness, over there.

Can’t buy thrills once they’ve depleted their inner sanctum storage of magic potions of GA

Magicians with magic words & potions of mixed up matter and energy knots, say: Sha Na Na

To be alive, to exist breathing and recycling matter, as we’ve gone for eons, that’s survival too

Only the strong and very fortunate can lay claim to success, I think, hence, I am nobody’s fool.

Goofy dog, I’m all me, caught that redheaded honey, sweet as sugar beets on mama’s table

Where it all comes from is an ephemeral mystery, a dream come true, like it or not, I’m able

Prepare to be It, as you’ve been trained to avoid the termination of your living thing to be

Can’t rise above a deception perception of blind men & women who see It, Nothing’s free.

A shoe box with a humming sound, lights emitting burnt waves of the tides’ psyche

A triple hit on your brain reverberates inside your bones and sinews on a motor bike

Lie back in your sissy seat, go faster than a speeding bullet through a dead portal slick

You & I can’t go back and forth between life and death, somebody can, ghosts’ tac-tic.

Junk got into tiny veins & arteries of retro-evolved lumps of fecal matter, nuclear war

Dreaming of fools I relate to, being a fool myself, once I wake up, it’s Hell way too far

Never knew that a sharp knife could end the dream with a slice, choice cut and a stab

In the movement, plunge to resistance, down to the bone, twist, turn & remove scab.

It’s what it is regardless of your opinion which may be right or wrong, it is what it is, fool

Light of the sun inside of the wires & walls where the plugs commiserate with the hole

Dehumanize the children who grow up into the philosophers who join the military’s #Aps

Cause of your #LMH1 plant Forty Two, carry your mama inside her own womb, God claps.

Prick up your ears, you will die either today or some day in the future, the past is a chimera

A LMH-1 is a load of Italian bread out of the oven, aloft in gravitational collapse of Yogi Bear

Angels in the outfield comin’ in and out of the portals, peace is silence, Title A drone droppers

Red Rover Atomic Powered Missile, ready to die or not, you will terminate, mothers’ phuqrz.

Here’s a drone, there’s a drone, everywhere a drone-drone, a dimension in your head space

Silence is appropriate for the Space-Time slot you’ve tripped into today, you slappin’ my face

High and mighty, free time is missing to you, it’s all bought & sold by the aliens’ who’re at one

With all atoms in the solar system, galaxy & universe of Nothingness’ end game, 2 tons of fun.

Kicked hard right between the legs without notice, breath stops, taken away for a long spell

Pain and suffering come just before disbelief that the feeling is all there is, no pain, so no gain

Fine and dandy to write it all down but if nobody reads the words, silence shines like gold air

Higher than you’ll ever get & lower than you can go, treasure found & lost in my longest hair.

On a merry-go-round & can’t ever get off since there’s nothing but a Void above & below us

Ripped off tombstones in dirt above graves, Time comes & then it’s gone, It falls down below

Space between hard atoms, lost and found my identification, doctors and nurses cured my ills

What I am is exactly what I am, oxymoronic pair of pigeon-toed, two feet’s ten toes, It all kills.

Blood is going to bleed out of the container, veins’ arteries of the liberty freeway, at one heart

Auricle and ventricle there for the party, in & out, ad infinitum for the duration of our fake art

Walk, crawl until it’s time for deep dive, a one & a two & a three, ready, set & love God to go

Rub it in deep into the skin & bone, it’s fear of the light in the darkness, terror’s what I blow.

Mink stole, dead rat around her neck and shoulders to make her feel like a gun moll on high

Nothing to fear except for the fear of fear itself, it’s all about the Nothingness’ void, yet I lie

About all subjective objects interacting as above in heaven, so it’s the same below on Earth

Pain relief in one heartbeat, survival’s desire leftover, dark matter’s all that I am, afterbirth.

Possible that low probability events may occur and cause undesirable effects of extinction

Species all too human & some not so very much, whistle blow in the dark, God’s mortal sin

Think that you’re thinking? Persuade an idiot and a moron of the Truth, then it’s “That Said”

Deceive and perceive your ancestors on the left, right, above & below the living & the Dead.

You know, I know nothing & you think you know most of it or all of it, organize chaos’ crime

Subjects & their predication causing undesirable effects, termination of blood lines on a dime

In one ear and out of the other, the bullet passes through like a cut blade thru Ends so bitter

High tides, low down to the core where gods never went, made-men need Mafioso babysitter.

Mirror image, I see nothing, I am nothing in a world of things, noun without predication chit

Dream fading, lights turning off, fading bit by bit until I’m used to the darkness, it’s mortal sin

I’m here & now, in a D.O.G.E. just cut from the bloated teams of five & ten in a seven-eleven

Found what was never lost, can’t get all you need for the soul’s spirit, I chew tobacco & spit.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 2-17-2025 Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Kicked this out the bed this AM around ‘3’ for no reason I know of other than, just because & listenin’ to #JustBecauseYouThinkYoureSoPretty on youTube link @   https://youtu.be/lZMXD5-lFIw?si=jAg_K9yqe0CE6nHQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?