#LaFlaca ...MOVED THE UNMOVED MOVER, AS THE EARTH TWIRLS #HOOSIERS

LA FLACA MOVED THE UNMOVED MOVER,

AS EARTH TWIRLS

Hades here on Earth is a trip you didn’t know you were signed up for, hit the nail on the cap
When the hammer comes down, wood’s split into a holy pulp, slowly leaking life, tree sap
Killing me softly or with such thunder that the gods you never knew are awakened in bolts
Sound of the clapping together of hot and cold air, one soft and the other a wall of faults.

Scares a grown man when unexpected, nothing to say other than it’s an involuntary reflex
Nothing you have any choice about dissenting with, state the categories and predicate a fix
You’re both in and out of this consciousness, being at the mercy of the medicators in chief
Neither our parents nor guardians are responsible for the cartoons we’ve gleaned, in brief.

Playing the parts you’ve auditioned for before your conception, you realize this is all there is
From whichever recollection that’s past you can recall with short-term future wild guesses
Pills down the hatch, y’all got magic spells of divinity related to our DNA blood or cold beer
Term of endearment is just one term, word out of context, French kissed a villain out of fear.

In the end of the game’s play, moving around the board in a predetermined direction about
Harlem was the street one of my favorite old girls used to live at with her folks and sister
I can’t believe how weird I was trying to hit on both sisters, next was some ol’ girl’s mother
Teenage years blowin’ fuses in my nervous system, preconception of being absent, father.

Hills and the valleys between holding the moisture tightly under & between the hard rocks
Playin’ y’all like a saxophone in a blues quartet, man it’s like this & it’s all just like that y’all
Some beach somewhere on a coast of a land mass of America, Atlantic or Pacific salt sea
North to South pole, in full orbit around the sun, wobbling & spinning counter-clockwise Z.

It rhymed but to flesh it out, Big Bang coalesced into what you see, it’s all you get in time
Yet I know nothing more today than I did the day before I was conceived or born on a dime
What the struggle is all about is just a way of being able to handle the fact that you’re dead
Too far gone to come back to the rational animal The Man has been, just go back to bed.

Coming from out of nowhere above or below where Earth spins and rolls about the ecliptic
With or without a good reason, it's the way it is because that's the way it is, that's the shtick
Fine line between halves of a full circle's two dimensions, it's impossible to turn into a sphere
Jungle of tangled vines and roots of living chlorophyll that makes oxygen from the CO2 fear.

Once in a lifetime, that’s once in a long while you will find the One who completes yin plus yang
It’s actually all in my imagination & it works like a charm, kicked back memories spent with you
Bringing the loaded bases home in a grand slam, it’s all you wished to do, a bottom of the 9th trip
@MLB #Hall of Fame, #WSChamps, NY @Yankees & Chi @Cubs, thank the gods, record skip.

Silly geese begotten by an old mother who had tales to tell about fools & heroes who come & go
Brutal beasts poison their own drinking wells, a species will self-destruct within 30 seconds, bro
@DOGE’d for the sake of the gods who haven’t analyzed the concepts yet, a Freudian pink slip
Clear light turned everything white into deep purple Indian ink, no wilf34 I shoot from the hip.

Known as the unknown ‘x’ factor, the value might be + or – zero and in the end, ad infinitum
Turning lead into gold is easy if you’ve the key recipe to produce the philosopher’s stone rum
Don’t speak to me in Spanish if you don’t what you’re talkin’ about, just STFU tight as a drum
How many times do I have to tell you today? Neatly tucked in just between the thigh, oh God!

Europe to China on down to Indian, Australian, South American, North American underground
What is the point of a circular jerk argument when it’s predictable, for shitz’ & giggles’ sound?
Harm down in the west side of the city’s sewer & refuse systems, the trash stunk, stank & stink
Mothers & daughters run the show, if it was ever otherwise, we’d already be long gone extinct.

If you wouldn’t mind, get on your mark & get set before you go, I’ll shoot a blank for the bang
Getting defensive about any confrontation clearly indicates a long shot hitting home, a bell rang
Baked brain closes the mind off from prime survival skills when danger appears as a surprise bat
Beating its wings while flying in circles around your head, in the room’s empty inner space scat.

Whispers in one ear and out of the other leave the residue of the clues’ product behind the idiots
At the apex of a pile of star cinders, in the past sacrificed virgins and now it’s @DOGE misfits
To fear what every human loathes is a healthy fear, may be your only fear, Fear itself is all of it
Nothing else matters when you fear for your survival when attacked from without or within chit.

It’s because you brought a knife to a gunfight that saved your life, causing the end of jollies
Now and then the urge to merge with the genome pulls unintended strings to loving sighs
High as the upper stratospheric atoms of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen et al, it’s a long road
Very long when you look back into the past where you’ve come from, not for me to unload.

Sing songs up and down the scale A through G, sharp or flat, minor, major, 7th or diminished
I don’t care if it makes me move to and fro to the beat and melody from somewhere we fished
Through a collection of melodious arpeggios and runs up and down scales with a rubber hose
Gone solo or in twosome at one, a gang collection of like-minded Tin Pan Alley vagrant bros.

You know what it is, avoid the shake, the rattle and the roll at your own peril, it’s just suicide
You’ll be killing the only thing important in this world, YOU & you won’t be comin’ back too
This is an everlasting sign of the Time; you can stay, or you can go but one thing is for certain
You did your best to avoid being the 1st cause of negative vibes & ending all of the mortal sin.

Was and will be what the Present can never be, eternally yours nor mine, it’s nobody’s baby, so
Take all you can glean before the cadaver posts the final gasp before rigor mortis; job well done
No free will, no free choice, it had to be the way it turned out to be, all lights went out, silencio
Sound loud & clear, video edit without a random thread, no fear to die in a dark black hole sun.

Scream when your voice is gone, when there’s no air in your lungs to come out of your face
Nothing worse than watching what’s happening in front of your eyes & freezing you in place
Troublemakers or something like it, seems to be on site at the beginning of all the rebellions
Coast to Coast on all 7 continents, there’s a #DogStardom rockin’ the freeway underpass’ sins.

Sacked kids for nothing or something that doesn’t matter at all, hot & heavy before a chill pill
You don’t show your barbarian roots inherited from the DNA & RNA created before free will
Language itself Lives in the words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters, volumes & music of a star
I stopped lovin’ you yesterday ‘cause I saw you runnin’ the pitch on a Homer, at a GDMF bar.

It was all a dream though; I woke up as I realized Life was all a dream within a dream, all caput
I rowed my boat on down the stream and found electric guitars and horns, vibes and 88’s input
Devils and angels turned their backs because they never had a back from jump street, peer stew
Mixed all of the good, the bad & the ugly found everywhere from pole to pole, ‘round us all too.

Electricity shocking your & my brain synapses to fill the cosmic wanderlust with random beats
Treble and bass, rhythm and some rhyme, it’s all in the score on the platform stanzas’ red meats
Inner sanctum is empty as above it will always be down here below us too, stuck in a midstream
No paddle or motor, no arms or legs, no fins, just some bones on a death roll, good love, scream!

Punctuate your exclamation, go ahead of the pack because you will pass them all up eventually
Ready or not, game playing is that which comes around indeed goes around in a revolution T.ball
In an alley or on an outfield or infield, regardless of divine or mortal intent alive conception day
Ignore the beats at your peril, you just need to dance and hum along, up and down the yesterday.

Money and silent monks turn the real into fake and vice versa, without feeling guilty or filthy
Even though the Truth is solid and rational, it’s incredible that it’s the case, we’re asleep, aye
Fear before you knew how to speak & listen to learn, just a way to avoid the feared & chatty
Bang One heart to your soul, “right wing & left wing on the same bird,” CarlosSantana-City.

Common complexity between our ears, under a bald or hairy skull’s thin skin, darker miracle
It didn’t have to be this way, it may have never been at all, in fact, y’all may not be at all now
Paid my bills by playing the music the fans wanted to hear over & over again, a muscle shoal
Calling the flock, the herd, the mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers who know how we all roll.

Ration out the rationality so not everyone gets an equal amount of the pot of gold, a bitter End
A little bit of this and a little bit of that added to the game of love gets you to a baby’s hot love
Fine as the points you can’t make anymore, no more candy in the store, riverbed clear fish food
Tell me about her and I didn’t hear a word, I had eyes full of heat & she was all in a good mood.

Freaks of the DNA will either cause mutation or the extinction of star ooze, which is the Unseen
Nobody knows, stay alive less than a hundred years, we’re alive just for the dying good or mean
Lucky we’re civilized & don’t eat one another, we only kill & bury them six feet deep, crypt low
Where spirit’s destination comes & goes is anywhere in the Void or the Cosmic Egg dust below.

We are here for the party even if you don’t find out ‘til it’s the luck of the draw, you never know
No chance in Hades you or I can repeat this life & do it all over again, it’s a onetime shot blow
She drank the whole bottle from Tennessee and smoked all of my buds from Thailand, my love
Natural law that if you supply the demand it’ll be consumed, it’s nobody’s fault but mine, glove!

Score is even at the bottom of the ninth inning and the clean-up batter is the Ruth, a grand slam
In or out of the trouble all boys and men enter, the end is always the same, dust in the west wind
No other way to get out of this existence other than a termination of air & blood flow, all drama
Mellow or not, the acts begin & end until the Finale achieves full climax, oh my god, Oh Mama!

Fiddling the pick-up sticks and throwin’ ‘em down in a Mattel or Hasbro flop, ready to go silent
To avoid the upset of the only stick that can’t move until the last one on the ground, lady & gent
Rather play with a top, a yoyo or hula hoop, maybe even just a game of Sorry or Old Maid cards
Ice cream man playin’ songs out of sequence of the four-dimensional chess’ game, amour bards.

 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Albert Richard Stephan, My Father’s Birthday {TODAY IN 1927 A.D.) February 27th MMXXV AD @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyFathersEyes by @EricClapton in concert #Pilgrim on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=WRG1SXl0CYTPDoR_ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlownUndercoverBrother #OnlyYouBabe #HotLegs @JossStone @RodStewart @CurtisMayfield #StonedJunkies

DON’T ASK WHY BENT RULE SCAT’S ALL BROKEN

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Scared of your mama & papa because they use corporal punishment to tame the beast within

Nobody knows why the cultures & civilizations survive the machinations of this solar system

All we have is archeological evidence and written word in undecipherable form, extinction son

Daughters too, nobody gets out alive with memory intact, Dark Star above is all the same sun.

Black hole just the emptiness of the twilight zone where there’s no place to set up the camp

Nothing matters once your breath gets snatched out of your heartbeat power, blood vamp

The whole thing in half & doubled up the cuts up to four & fortune opened the plethora of it

Highlights for low lives inhabiting the open canopy of the great outdoors, all naked Earth chit.

Free your mind, what that is can be the substance of the existence you treasure goes caput

Up in smoke, forgetting the historical record of your recollection from birth to present cut

Grits and collared greens going through your solar system’s heartbeat of lucid mind game

As below you see the causes & effects, if repeatable experiment confirms, Truth in a meme.

Loving the forgotten negative and positive memories, all were figments of imagination too

Created to store for retrievability at a future time, during any argument for the Truth of you

Asking why Life is happening to Whom, as should be a harbinger to a 64,000-dollar question

Squawking as you know is not only impossible to spell but also, It is an original sin position.

Sons and daughters have come & gone, greatest grandmothers and sufficient grandfathers

Prefer to be unpredictable to avoid being ambushed by the haters & jealous fool brothers

Thinking that because their damaged mind thinks something, it must be by definition, true

Benefits under our wings, strong flight to come & go at will, dig it, fool’s gold of royal blue.

Game well played; rules broken only if there was danger of losing the breath of the holy soul

In the Cadillac or the Tesla, it all comes down to a Maserati, now that I can tell you see, fool

Not that you really are a fool but hell, you look like one anyway, that & a dime gets you void

Null as it is when nothing is presented as all there is, cancel culture, I’m woke & it’s no joke.

Vibrations and the inner secret of what happens when the brain gets a dose of imbecile

Ain’t peculiar as it is and always was, you don’t want to become the imbecile with no X-file

Everyone knows the alibi for being a moron is that it ain’t the idiot’s fault, lay down on it

Syncopations measure your justification for remaining present, above dead grounded chit.

Bent out of shape and doing everyone wrong as the reciprocating of the karma cosmic bust

It is peculiar and there’s nothing normal about the thing, moving without purpose to slack

Realize it, that you have it all, ain’t nothing more nor less than what you gleaned, The Fact

I’m peculiar, our world is peculiar, escalating, getting stranger, mother & father all just lust.

Intelligence and wisdom are both necessary and sufficient for access to the occult secrets

Of saviors and saints, you sing hymns to the basic tunes of A sharps and flat Cs on axe frets

Guitars workin’ the rhythm & waitin’ for the rhyme to fill the air with the hip wavelength

To your point, having not had any THC for hours, my mind is in the presence of all clear light.

Astronauts all abandoned in outer space due to an uncanny injection of mission trajectory

Gathering the apology to present to the survivors, the time to retire was end of the story

Next month is coming, it will mellow me out like the first time I blew a bong of Thai stick

Separation of the spirit from the skin and bones is as easy as pie, if you’re ol’ dead Dick.

Once you know you can’t ever forget about it, unless selective amnesia beats your skull

No need for crossbones if there’s no meat on the bones, it’s the case in hearts & spades

In pink, in red, in purple & black, full spectrum of the royal blues, shotgun tokin’ to pull

Uphill downhill has a limit to repeat, in a plethora, chance slash & cut, I got sharp blades.

There’s hot blood in the clear water, it turns pink & disappears into wild blue yonder skies

Talking and walking is what the people learn to do after they scoot right up to a health spa

All soil comin’ from their recycling solid and liquid consumption of planet Earth’s white lies

In one ear and out of the other, out of the womb of the ladies who fertilized the free ova.

Perfect one helping the D.O.G.E. succeed at the acceleration to extinction of homo sapiens

Efficient use of Time in Space until it’s unneeded, stop the clock, Time Out pneumonia signs

No wings or legs, no breasts, no heads or feathers, skinless & deboned, Kentucky bluegrass

Three, two & one unknown countdown to total annihilation, faith, hope & love your pasts.

This is not your first rodeo & you will roll along until there’s a funk worth its weight in gold

Fearing nothing but Fear’s concept analyzing the tricks of pragmatic power, the kids got old

Over the hills are the cover for reality, the other side of the mountain has nothing but ICE

Frozen, never too cold, it exists for nothing, it’s accidental, random cause of mitosis’ dice.

There is a ‘pi’ that’s 3.14 units of nothing but a hole, get sucked in & nobody ever gets out

A live THING, dead in the matrix of fish & fishermen, pagans & Christ’s sake make gods pout

As per chance, there’s survival past the last breath, then & only then will happiness manifest

It’s unhappy if you’re in pain, disappointed by the loss of pleasure & health, don’t be a pest.

Here and now, in this present that succeeded yesterday’s past on into tomorrow’s dead air

Hip is being totally understood by the ignorant who can’t comprehend simple math’s fanfare

Think you can’t add two plus two or three or four, you’re right & you’ll dead in a NYC minute

Not my choice, we’re here now, we’re gonna get out of here even sitting on our + or - butt.

Rouge lipstick on a pig may be appropriate in formal situations but it’s not in the hog slop

All the cool fun has been squeezed out of the electrical outlet, empty shell of a blown top

Hits form the bats make the runs go home, it’s not over ‘til it’s over, Yogi Bear Uh, word UP

Higher than low underground, lower than the absolute zero of the things’ themselves cup.

Puns overlooked if the mind isn’t adept at hidden meanings in the sounds of silence’s speech

At the podium or just behind the microphone, words come out, words return a sandy beach

On the way out of a vortex of wild blue water, immersion ends at the core, Dead quicksand

Dumping garbage, refused containers & wasted, solid & liquid matter, strike out, get fanned.

Flood is merely the Earth in the form of hardened gas getting too hot to remain in one chunk

If you flow like the rivers of Earth, away from the poles of North and South toward the center

Spinning and wobbling around the sun, the star’s ecliptic goes perihelion half the time, I am It

Power to dissolve the mud, the blood and beer is within, we have what it takes, hot dam chit!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, February 19th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jam produced while listenin’ to @JoeBonamassa concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/sn9MX5a5Now?si=deEWaAfZK-m6hTOL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THIS AIN’T NO TRIBUTE EITHER

#InAPhillyMood @DarylHall & #Stones, #Sticks, #BrokeBones208 @WARtheBAND #HITS #MidnightSpecial #SlyAndTheFamilyStone

GOTTA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT OF THE MIGHTY

COUNTING ALL STONED BEES IN THE HIVE

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Turned it loose as water goin’ over downfalls, sacred, profane, y’all about to @Ye it up

Peering deep into the holy cows, we slaughter & reform into burgers & steaks, shut up

Yo mamas and the absentee fathers qualify for the welfare of abandoned mothers, RIP

It’s the way things must be, know nothing, as Sylvester Stewart, Sly Stoned the HULU.

Fade blue to red, infrared to ultraviolet, discontinue it, makin’ out mothers be too cool

Completely changing laws & rules of being alive on Earth, eat well & be nobody’s fool

Bunt a screwball down the 1st baseline, run like it’s your last hit, slow down for a homer

Put away funk in the trunk, simple bone in an empty cosmic egg, fake Oaktown Raider.

Born by Saturn and Uranus, I am Pluto but not a hot dog, just blown cinders of old Sol

All of us have the soul of the Sol, practicing movements to increase & be enemy spies

Phishing ain’t fishing but you’d like to pretend it was an identical concept, all in a hole

Deep states of blown balls of fire, it’s what the solar system is, no God & no Evil eyes.

All sixteen pawns ready to move one space at a time, creeps look like human beings

You will drop your tic-tacs on the ground, you will see your mother again, she sings

About your life and death, you weren’t here a minute ago, now you’re there, oh I see

Common funk in the skies, airborne mothers of all fathers, Time traveling my scree.

Monkeys flying sideways with wings, anti-gravitational optical illusion, hallucination

You die while awake or sleeping in a dry dream, phantom insider secret, a mortal sin

Real not artificial intelligence in any area, 51, 52, 53 or 4, spacecraft crash in the blue

Common men, common aliens, uncommon as a cadaver under your magic spell foo.

Chaos & the order of the nature of everything are exempt from analysis, believe in scat

It’s your mitochondria that won’t allow the garbage to be released into the latrine vat

Muscles, nerves, organic matter recycles just like the starbursts & collapses of gods

Outside all too human presence here & now, there is nothing, my astronaut hotrods.

Endothelium is moving to keep the whole shebang in the head, nothing is out of here

We are One & the Many, All there is can’t be seen because it’s all the same to a kicker

Empty cells without bars, a void of something that’s Nothing at all, believe in God scat

Skinny Bob had this to say, “Do not split atoms anymore, you will be annihilated stat.

Sucked into the declassification, all secrets disclosed & keeping in mind, you’re gone

Not here on Earth, no sleeping in your bed, dreaming that you’re just a passenger bone

One of the 208 fasteners of your skin & organs that play Life in a holy fragment of stars

You’ll die, it’s certain, I will too, also for sure, it’s the Truth, the last gasp of the WARS.

There is a time when you’ll discover that you’re as ignorant as a newborn, my angels

Phantasm disappears, nothing but dead-air left over, no life, no death, Cielo or Hells

Speculate about ignorance and its trait as being the cause of extinction, all life atoms

Before your conception, you were where you’re going at the end, bum camp of chums.

Poor Richard & Richie Rich are the twins of the inverted diamond, shine on high ground

Mud, blood & beer mixture to bake a cake for your birthday, a clear act of lost & found

Woke up screaming silently, eyes not wide-open yet, matter of cough & choke #WutUp

As above, so it is below, all these things’ forms of animated stardust just phuq chit up.

Tougher than the rest, you can’t equal the inequality, it’s impossible, all is impossible

Hearing, seeing, feeling the smells & tastes all in my head, thinking I am, hence I am

No reason for your mind in your head, starved, thirsted, drove myself to a coffin bag

That corpse, your corpse, all the corpses to be, the grateful and the dead, on the rag.

Written rag’s the bloody one, don’t clarify or the insipid minds will drop a dime in slop

Hog’s balls for feet, baskets, empty holes for One’s kick at uprights, holy cork screws

In church, temple, or monastery away from sheeple, Way up on a higher mountaintop

Mighty mice & men breathe in & out, hold it, held it, suffocated in yonder’s royal blues.

Drunks and stoned junkies full of the refused matter that couldn’t metabolize the ions

Neutrinos and the subatomic invisibles, all there yet invisible to you, me and godsons

Tiny baby sisters will annihilate the species in short order, no more Luv in the darkness

Stronger than the survivors, it’s over when it’s over, as it was at ma & pa in climax’ diss.

Hardy just as it will always be whether you’re alive or not, bluster of weather blows out

I’m climbin’ my grandfathers’ ladders from ashes below my ground to tip of highness’

When the supernova settles into the dust asunder and the black hole Singularity’s hiss

In my ears every day, I hear it every moment I’m awake in paradise, I need a big gin fizz.

Six up and six down, it’s the time of my life, no reason or rhyme, just aware of the chit

It is like a rerun movie you forgot that you saw, recalling in flashbacks of bubbles’ s#it

Dirt roads & freeways into the turnpikes onto the tollways of big, fat spinners of charm

I got big one waitin’ right in back of you, it’ll always be there, it all means me no harm.

Heaven all up and down from Earth, astronauts saw Nothing close-up, bloody aye-aye

Disconnect your two fins from the H2O, nowhere to swim in a Void, sink & swim today

Hair just the disappearing fur evolved at random, natural selection, all asexual sexy

Nuclei comin’ out of nowhere, I am what they are? But, thought I was yo, God’s sonny.

Two bits & a sawbuck just for losing blood, sweat & tears, 4 days & 40 hours per week

Cached, labor exchanged for sustenance to keep on existing solo, with a .44 DNA freak

Survive extinction on the Facebooks, the Twitters, the Instagrams of It, nothing special

Your mama wouldn’t have had it, she’s dead & gone, smiling with lightening & thunder.

Seven continents dry of H2O, the rest disappeared yesterday, they’re all underground

Above the core’s center where the moonshine can’t reach, black, dark, lightless sound

Chevys & Fords let Dodges come around, had the Superbees & Chevelles & Mach 4’s

Pumped in the nitro-glycerin, injected like the love light out of me, wasted the w#ores.

Mama used to warn me before I went out into the ‘hood, eyes wide open, pay attention

City boys find out soon, predators lookin’ for trouble, find me to be all their own, ZaZen

Economic and apolitical as the animals around me walk on two legs, lion with no den

When it’s dark, I sleep until light, if I’m on graveyard shifts, I’m woke in darkness’ sin.

Murder of crows lookin’ for a mockingbird who repeats the song ad infinitum, @DOGE

Hey cuz, I’m gonna cuss and mark my place in Space, in my own black crow, walkin’

All like a man, bipedal Ways on the ground but fly like an eagle, schemin’ on the worm

Heart stopped, soul & consciousness fade to black, that’s all there is, sorry ‘bout that!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, February 11th MMXXV Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Commotion with the lotion, drafted the deed above while jammin’ to #EssentialKennyLoggins #HITS https://youtu.be/HsCLRdGtkuY?si=g275ju_tCkAtplVj & @TheFourSeasons #HITS on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNo2OTI_rIo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThirteenGhostsBOO #TheyGotYourSixInTheDeepSix #HulkedThor #13GHOSTS #ChicagoTheBandHITS

RUBBER BABY BUGGY BUMP, PEACE OUT

Keep up to date with the marvelous & universal riffs of the divine malfunction in the junction

Words matter and thoughts energize them before they become sounds from the noisy jerkin’

Nasty and so good, too good to be true, hence it must be false, a lie, a fabricated kick of shyt

No evidence of peace & love in holy intercourse of what never matters, One Love’s behind it.

High due to the pills, drink & smoke which all comes into the waste, urinated, defalcated fake

Movies, photos, paintings & all of the writing on the walls & dead tree pulp of a rainbow lake

Modesty and humility is tantamount to the success of the Word of Mouth put into cyber print

Space and Time waiting forever for you & me to get the Truth down about suckin’ spearmint.

Keep things in mind, one thought in one mind of a schizophrenic monster dream in a dream

Part of you & I in tact once death taps us all on the shoulder when it’s unexpected to scream

That you’re innocent of being guilty as charged by common & divine law, kill all when at war

Dropped F-bombs from B-52s that flew like lead balloons when it came over the USA, so far.

Line up in single file, double-time from the 1st to the last step for mankind, raise the tariffs

I find a large zero in the future once the implosion of the economy begins, buy & sell in tiffs

Ghost inside of your skin, can’t get out until the Time as it is in charge of the whole shebang

Rules of passing minutes and centuries long forgotten or recently recalled, a Feng Shi fang.

Zen koan, make it & make no sense, that’s the final word on the subjects & objects of dirt

Rocks grounded, sand at the bottom to the core, that’s the skull & bones of this world’s hurt

You will and we all shall do the things to keep out of prison and away from the annihilation

We’ll all get annihilation, personally or not, in all cases the sycophants swill the mortal sin.

Enemies of the state are merely the forerunners of the pastime of doing nothing at all, ever

Babies born to be wild as a cherry on a tree, the fruit of the loom, they will eventually sever

You with me on the trajectory to disaster, an accident cannot occur on purpose, it’s random

Caused by whichever effect occurred before it’s awareness that it’s mortally irrelevant scum.

North pole to south pole of every planet in the universe, it all remains the same, Everything

Not Nothing but Everything, it’s just an observation of the Truth, don’t shoot the messenger

One to the heart and two to the head too, extraordinary should be customary, a song I sing

Tweeter whistle, post to the ether where nobody knows you or yours, anonymous scat sling.

Dysfunctional although it seems as though there’s a subset which may be deep fake random

Pick me for the team so I can think to myself, put me in coach, I can’t get into the game some

In no period piece you’ve ever been exposed to from Head Start, elementary, slick PhD SIM

I matter being a component atomic unit of soul put life on It, home to gods & angels so grim.

Halo over the saintly heads but only once they die to the world & rejoin the rocks’ hot ash

From behind or far ahead of the rest, the One cannot fail since the goal is to go super nova

It’s the raging matter that is at the mercy of involuntary gravitational collapse, it’s academic

As above here, so below down to It, into the absolute center of God’s Suns, Space’s tac-tic.

Hearts beat, souls immortally immerse into the DNA’s cytoplasm for the 1st & final trip about

Ellipse about the Sun, while wobbling, revolving, evolving due to the loss of mass’ self-doubt

You have none, nobody has any, doubt has a price and that’s higher than you want to go now

Take my word for it, honestly, believe me when I say, every twit that lives, annihilates below.

My sincere apologies that your minister, your priest or preacher hadn’t mentioned the Truth

Ain’t casting aspersions upon them, all men of blind faith do what they do, God asks no more

Everyone else left over with nothing but the circle around an empty area with no Thing, et als

Circle the wagons, hide the valuable food and treasure chest full of gold, silver trophy B-Balls.

On the floor, answering all incoming calls from voices communicating conundrums, it is done

Verbs predicating all subjects & objects of nouns & pronouns well connected to one God’s son

Hips sway to & fro just because it’s their orientation to the ground of being, blind can’t see it

Halls dark, floor slick as snot, a bunny thing for an imaginary rabbit, bangin’ Trix' fire & spit.

A hit of the law and order keeps the eyes poppin’ while awake, livin’ in the dream of Ma & Pa

Gave it all to keep me above ground, without a doubt, my origin is my fortune, one son of GA

Herded into the caves and under the canopies of the forest that hid the holy holes, safe place

Grief’s embedded in DNA genes, due to form & matter of a thing itself, whippin’ cream grace.

Death of the rock and roll cannot be too soon for extinction, it raises it’s ugly goat’s head too

Above here where you sit or stand, in a library or underneath a tree in the grove’s sky of blue

Getting the knowledge you had no idea was known to be in a slow motion ride on an A-train

Tracks & turnpikes go up & down, around and through the empty places to house the insane.

Hooker-hire stepsons are the future pimps, doctors of wasted effulgence, all too human spunk

On a peer into a psyche of invisible deeds undone by a divine skipper, something to talk about

Screwed into my 21 with an ace of hearts and jack of spades, house’s dealers are all so guilty

At One, savior who is also creator of the Thing with flaws and about to devolve into ilk funk.

Are you now fully informed about why you’re alive and informed that living here is all of it

Nothing else beyond megadeath of the thing, indeed you are a thing, die & that is all, chit!

You bet it all into the pot, call & raise fools who remained with losing hands, four aces, aye

Chicken dinner winner, no IOUs or prisoners with no spy skills, dead or alive, I’m a cowboy!

Valentine’s day on the 14th of February celebrates killing the man, burnin’ man at a fire stake

Feel the heat from the light and you will eventually feel nothing but hot, real hot in a fire lake

Nothing will be perceived again, deaf, dumb, blinded eyes without remote viewing logarithms

Hot & smooth, it’s all she wrote on the papyrus, Eagles & Chiefs #Superbowl LIX syllogisms.

We have the center, guards, tackles, split or tight ends & wide receivers getting offsides jump

No QB is safe from the onslaught, whether to pass, handoff or run past scrimmage for a dump

Backfield in motion, the way it must be, it’s the way to the uprights, for six, one, two or three

Territory between coasts & borders, all the united states of being away from the killer spree.

Perforate the jolly roger’s skull with a tiny opening in the black flag’s rectangular polar bear

It is what it is just in case you didn’t already figure that out, it’s wisdom calculus of pretty hair

Long or short, it’s all dead like the dead air of the voices in the ether, get plugged into civility

Skid marks on the road to your highness’ throne, also in utero abortion, killed before nativity.

Penchant for being morons and idiots mating and teaching the progeny how to self-destruct

Before mating & conception, prior to enculturation of the innocent and ignorant fools of us

That’s when the light turns on, a flip of the switch, a screaming infant outside the inner womb

All uphill from there, the sky’s the limit for all who gasp gas, on the way to the marble tomb.

Cross over from the treble to the bass, it’s all in the game, in the name of love, neutralize it all

In the Big Bang or a Tiny Peep, universal atoms of neutrinos, nuclei & the gas of stars that fall

All of the above and all of the below is all for us, in thin air as nuclei free fall into the specter

Of the mice & men who came & left the ten commands of deity behind, God dam who? Her.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, February IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of the Earth’s dust and rust while listenin’ to the one, the only Cheech & Chong #BEST in my opinion on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lWld7_NetYQ?si=rgdfmfhxXuiOEYwB }

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

 

#ALLSuperBowl2025Commercials you are so lucky! #CommercialGenii

R.I.P. mama mia 

Salvatrese maria Alfano Stephan

peace & I love you baby!  XOXO

BLACK HOLE IN THE MILKY WAY?

BALL HAS A DROP-DOWN-MENU FOR BEER

I’ve got news for the old folks, the young folks and the #WokeFolks in the bleeding

Broken laws come first after ten commands, you can’t be a good human, no felons

Your OP parents were either never there or there & shouldn’t ‘ve been there, DING

Ethical decisions based on traditional morality of right & wrong, good & evil sons.

No daughters are allowed to be evil, they are all the product of semen of the men

Just a solitary egg wondering about nothing suddenly hijacked by RNA without Zen

Harmony when atoms collapse into black holes beneath the Milky Way’s day tripper

Hidden within star systems’ planetary orbitals, none with life as we know it, a zipper.

Stop my watch, your time is up & it’s all goin’ down to the bottom of the holy dumbbell

Bums & stoned junkies hired to judge, umpire & referee the ball game, avoid inevitable

Until death will strife then part your 208 bones, blood & consciousness to die for any day

Idiots & morons runnin’ to head the show but the jig is up & naked kings are all but gay.

Brow-beating your master’s mama until you’re released and freed from being indentured

That’s the only way to succeed at annihilating your slave mentality, inherit from a cool fool

In or out of your home, above & below the ground we share with all plants & animal herds

Everywhere, anyplace, anytime including eternity out of Time, pretend that it is all One too.

Let me assure myself before I reduce my ego to the essence of being’s reduction, poor ol’ Id

Professional and amateur have equal but separate visions, one to enrich & the other to enjoy

For nobody can anybody die for, whether you have a notion to do it or not, it’s impossible too

Just sayin’ it’s a long road to the top & quick jump off of a bridge or a cliff when killin’ the kid.

Nobody cares if it’s Albert, Anthony, Zeke or Zachary, from A to Z, you’re flushed to the guts

Conception & then abortion, it’s the human’s extinction mechanism for Mother Nature’s cuts

Safer & at risk like your daddy & mama were, it’s inheritance to swill like Tennessee whiskey

Portholes open without glass barriers, the ship goes down, poop deck from fore to aft, at sea.

Silly brothers fighting like cousins and their choices of mate, it will never, ever begin again

You know deep down that the Truth is, you were fortunate to be conceived at all, pray Zen

No free choices other than to follow the cause & effect system of the down & out, hurry up

You may run out of time or be already gone, fly like an Eagle, win an NFL championship cup!

Queer is different from the Norm, which is what evolutionary variation of genes is all about

You get picked up hitch-hiking, believing that human beings are all good, none of them evil

Eyes wide open when you are forced to terminate the threat of being incarcerated by a lout

As above the ground is wide open, so below the ground, all the same, above & below gravel.

Crickets rubbin’ legs for the attraction to reproduce its own kind, no reason for that bull scat

It’s the nature of the beast, evolution for the most fit who reproduce a lot, the predators eat

Holy ghosts remain when things themselves eek out their mortality, decrepit ashes in an urn

All sights out of sight, all sounds hard of hearing, tasteless because they're odorless, feel a burn.

You won’t feel a thing after the pain dissipates, nobody feels anything after it’s all gone to hell

Believe the dead folks when they return to the psychics who explore the black hole in a bell

Loose as my old lady Lucy or up tighter than a drum, up here on top, ain’t no big thing, so high

Bluff it for me and difficult for y’all, a lucky draw from a holy deck of 52, got a full house, I lie!

Plaid & polka dotted shirts and skirts, long sweaters of wool and synthetic silk, all in my head

When you are forced to skip a rope & you’re the best of the rest, single or double-Dutch uphill

Inside of a river I stepped into, I immediately reflected, wouldn’t step into the flow twice devil

Backward spelling of the diablo is ‘lived,’ there’s no doubt, devil is lived with corpses all dead.

Squirt the fluid out the container, envelop the origin in the code of an original garden snaking

I’ll get up your leg, gone up every mother’s leg near my pheromones that waft in the dead air

You know what I know, it’s nobody’s secret that we’re alive & we’re all gonna die, sooner here

Immortality in a conceptual, bizarre world as we know it, ash remains can’t drink ale or beer.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 1-XXIXth - MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

{ Killed the Lead, Buried the Lead, Drafted this Ditty while jammin’ to the @Eagles #LongRoadOutOfEden on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5nhM1BJOHu8 & the #Creators Anunnaki, Gods, Ancient Aliens

@ https://youtu.be/S74h3U7rISM?si=mZJYWKl8EO85CjXS )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Y'all Gotta Whoop A Human's Ass Sometimes #ShootMeStraight #MakeItBurnTheWholeWayDown #JackDanielsBlack

GOD DOG DAB NAB IT, PERPETUALLY UBIQUITOUS RICH KIDS

First, for the last time I’m going to go all in on the bet, I’ve got a full boat to boot
At minimum I lose my rent money for two months, maximum I’m a loom of fruit
Apples and oranges, bananas and coconuts in solid & liquid form, vitamin C rich
As above, so below this saga goes on ad infinitum, least until you blow it, butch.

Not only are we lucky but also we’re anointed to be the ones who get to know it
What it is from the birth of you to your death, before & after the diapers of chit
Moms and dads know what I mean, pamper & training to excrete it all in a hole
In the ground, inside outhouse or a lavatory with running water & a flush bowl.

No envy of the powers that be, they’ve no sentience at all of our random musing
That they either used to or still do exist in another realm, a dimension of Timing
Eyes to see whether they’re wide open or not, that’s the inner sanctum of signs
Stop or Go, Enter or Exit, Free Choice on to save the day for a bow tie that binds.

Underdog until the last gasp, a final bark up a tree, a fox scored in survival mode
You keep the Truth close to your vest like your daddy told you to, I ain’t lyin’ much
Hard to take the riffs and back beating like I used to, it hurts some & wanna scream
Amazing or not, non-plussed for the duration of formation, one dream in a dream.

Y’all brought a knife to a gunfight and that is the highway it must be, or so I’m told
Middle path between two extremes of the holy Void, imagined to be hot and cold
Out of hands of mankind, woman’s womb has no mercy on eternity, holy or mighty
Instant things appear in shape & form, from all matter of atomic fusion to fight me.

I got all bloody from the skirmish, and it wasn’t pretty or even 1/2 way decent lookin’
My last girlfriend called me a period-piece whatever that meant, down south jukin’
From 15 to 75 it’s just the maximum #Soulshine without the moonshine, I sway right
Between you & I & the four cornered room we occupy, here is so fine, not too tight.

Automatic and systematic for the conceptual analysis of conundrums so very foul
No resolution in every case, just the feeling of absolute uselessness in a fishbowl
Played by the playboys & call girls whether I liked it or not, gambled roulette on it
Cards’ high hands beat the house, 40 G out the door, Vegas or Jersey Boardwalk.

My blood brothers know without a sound of written words spoken, dust in the wind
Loathing all the pressure to perform perfectly, mentally & physically, all in my mind
Nowhere else except maybe a migraine smacking forehead & temples, it’s fly to me
Nothing anybody can do about it except MRI yo' brain, magnetic image, an anomaly.

Part your hair down the middle of your head, grow the crop low down on a high road
It’s rocky sometimes & smooth as silk once in a great while, let it slide into demise
Not a thing to be done about that 'cept listen to the music & if you can, dance & sing
It’s always when you’re back in black, God’s eating dogs & eating cats, pet the cat.

If you think anything other than you’re alive, it's is true about living & dying in L.A.
There’s a chink in your armor since you have it, look in the mirror to confirm, stay
A bit longer than you believed it would be, over 100 years old, a favor to the divine
Yesterday, today was tomorrow back then, never-never-land's a shark danger sign.

Under water or underground's volcanic rocks at the molten, star-blown Earth core
That's the total of power, revolutionary orbital trajectory projection, psycho's terrain
Monkeys & their makers in charge of things themselves & all the occult, all insane
Authority’s dead, random recombinant DNA at the mercy of smells & tastes' score.

Washing sore feet of wounds caused by barefoot preaching on desert sand pebbles
Sea beaches to play games of golf, full moguls’ sand traps, doglegs & fairway dells
Your buzz of music playing ‘tween your ears may be original or obscure, to be a blip
It’s your karma like it or not, now you know, all you require is balance on a pin's tip.

Who knows anything of Life & Death other than blind faith junk pretending, a mortal
Your belief that you & yours are the essence of immortal, divine creator's dirty portal
Leads to living a dream, in a place in Space you find it all, growin’ up & gettin’ a pair
Mothers & fathers at one point or another, die & fade away into nothing's long hairs.

Hippies & beatniks in denial of enculturation, what anthropomorphism is all about
Everything caused by the Earth’s position in a solar system, Divine, nothing Human 

Be thinking that you’re woke when you’re at your wake, asleep in a dream to awaken
Grief is good if you need it for fuel to overrun your hum, audio’s verve, heavy shout. 

In no way, of any old shape or form from a random recombination of a female curve
Not a slim chance in hell there’s one that appears & escapes the astronomical hit

Deadheaded for the headlights in a head-on, I signed the cross & began the swerve

Y'all said things I didn’t wanna say, played games you wanted to play, caput ala scat.

Brought a knife to a gunfight but since the blade was my hands, it was as sharp
As a blade sharpened by slate to the finest, smoothest line of strings on a harp
Played for the immortals who are never present, only past & future pizza story
Food for princes & kings to be good to go when war is waged, queen’s for glory.

Grown at home, from seed to flower, smoked with the hot fire flames of stars
Hot or not, it burns anyway from matter to ash gone to hell, below how wheels
Hands on my lap, fell in a trap, didn’t get the warning from mama or papa then
Walkin’ barefoot in the dark, rocky road with no regard for gods or men’s Zen.

So very hard to rock when It’s silent quietude all around, doe & buck in arrears flux
Off-putting yourself ahead of everyone else means you’re wearing corduroy tuques
Once upon a time of your hairy, bald head, powers-that-be hide the inner sanctum
Words predicate this machine’s First Cause & Final Effect, #WordUp trippin’ scum.

Bottlenecked & broadsided son, it happens prior to extinction, One on the spectrum
So many splits of an original gangster remains to remind the thing itself to get some
Either you get it or you don’t & that’s fine, you’re not destined to hear the song sang
Karma erased, deleted, annihilated & Oneness generated my mama, dad’s big bang.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted dreaming, sleeping yet #Woke while jammin’ to the @ HITS #YouGottaWhoopAMansAssSometimes & other musical battles on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMnqPpHParo }

F IN I S

W.W.A.R.D.

 

AIN’T NO FUN WAITIN’ ‘ROUND TO BE A MILLIONAIRE, EH? DON’T CARE WHAT THEY SAY!

AM I RIGHT OR WRONG?  YA GOTTA WHOOP A HUMAN'S ARSE SOMETIMES, YUP!