#ILoveLA #MakinLoveOrJustLyinAround @WARTheBand #GOLD @TheEaglesBand @Nirvana

LET'S GITTERDONE!  POTUS TRUMP WILL CRAFT THE GLOW

What’s the buzz?

 it’s our issue!

You have no reason to be irresponsible & irrational, the bad guys steal from good guys

It is not of this world to be examined by the Science & Philosophy of dreams of psy-flies

Through the final stop of our genome, there is fear & loathing to be dealt with, deep inside

Inner sanctum is the place in space where it all resides until death do us part, I’ve Pride.

Holy scat atop a high mountain where angels fear to go, how long will it be ‘til a bye & bye

You know I loved it the moment I arrived at LAX, man that was the best back in 1974’s sky

Perfect day to fall in love with L.A. & nobody knew me then & still don’t know me in Rome

But only if the Truth be told then it’s a matter of time on the streets & boulevards of home.

Punchin’ in your mouth that the punks taught you how to use, you do it yourself if you could

You can’t so you won’t, there is no lying about the Truth that be told, it’s when you get wood

In the deposit mode, if you get lucky & the female’s got 18-21 years with nothin’ at all to do

Like an infection or mind funk anyone can catch unless you’ve been vaccinated with Blow.

Painkillers and pain enhancers will kill you if a motor vehicle accident doesn’t get you first

Sights unseen and predication unheard of both contribute to the hysteria and unholy thirst

Kicked the door down even though it wasn’t locked or closed all the way, all cracked holes

To the top & down to the bottom, who knows what the sum of all zeroes is? Nobody knows.

Things themselves that God’s damned to Hades down under the equator of illusory treats

If you’re lucky enough to have people who care about you once you’ve gone decrepit stats

No heart beating, no breathing, wondering or caring about the useless & nugatory mothers

Ghosts enter the tiny egg to animate the inanimate, say whoa man, this is a ghost, brothers.

Contusions letting the blood turn from purple to red, all 5 pints gone in a New York minute

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, just pay attention to the record & be in it to win it

No reason to be playing just for the symbolic appearance of caring about the living bull shyt

In the hashtag words of a mockingbird, one tweet after another droppin’ from lips, I slipped.

Reasons within the rhyme and the inductive reasoning of the deductive arguments for & VS.

Hearts and the souls accompanying them live to breathe & propagate the 8 feet high fences

Common denominator and product of the dividends, it’s the sum of all fears’ monstrosities

About the forehead and cervical concoction, the hot numb skull & backbone of the cities.

Error is predictable considering circumstances bestowed upon parents by heaven-scents

As all of our ancestors left tall tales and relics of threads they wore while outside the tents

Roaming around the deserts, easier to find water than in the hills and meadows worldwide

Seven continents of the underwater dirt exposed due to devolved H2O’s catastrophic glide.

Death by disease, old age, murder, suicide or freedom’s defense, that’s all there is below

No hell at the bottom of the Earth’s core, just molten iron as in the center of any old star

In perpetual orbit about another star, our binary suitor from nowhere close to the gods

Far, far away from the thing itself, it’s a form of nothing at all, shapeless, gassed hotrods.

Selective amnesia in love with keeping your heart unknown to you & everyone on Earth

Simulation of reality so that nobody knows that the perceptions are dreamlike chimera

Infinite in scope & substance, the essence of every galaxy cluster’s nucleus, Ra Me Rah

On the way to the end of a fool’s errand, it’s a quick stop for some Luckies & an RC cola.

Known perfection and unknown amorphous imperfection, finite & infinite, it’s what I bawls

Clues to the solution of the mystery, to know what you know is all you can beckon a scan

Mirth spit into the microphone, the song sings itself, hardrock & drama full of fool’s spam

Interior decorated with wall-to-wall carpets in a room, wallpaper over prime, stoned walls.

Chunky monkeys full of the scat they’ve been force fed by their caretaking mothers of God

Complete without regard for sharing your things with those who deserve nothing at all, et al

On the nature of the beast, the woman or man that you are, girl or boy you buried in the sod

To grow tall only to be whacked by whacker blades, crew cut monster from ZZ Top & Muddy.

250 billion dollars of damage every time the sun wants to set the whole shebang ablaze

Bleed out every ounce & pint & quart of the colored liquid sunlight, what else could it be

Purple blood inside hearts & hot red=blooded continental human beings’ 3 widish scree

Pretenders rule Reality displays from birth to death, y ‘all might get a tombstone in Space.

Gigs to be done before the concert that never, ever occurred at Woodstock or Big Sur beach

Honey too sweet to be the holy scat left over by the masticating defecators of maggot lunch

Harmed by the flies on the walls, they carry words that fill the heads’ minds to catch a ball

Or hit the ball with something, maybe even kick the ball between two sticks of the pall mall.

Horrors allowed to be without a studio audience, inside a coffin post-mortem verboten

Stress is the necessary condition of being on point for being most fit to survive the joke

High or low, Simon says scat & Schusters repeat ad infinitum, it’s text-book mortal sin

Mindful on normal idiocy in the rooms of every house burnt to the ground, up in smoke.

No harm & no foul in every single case, unconcerned about your mingling with the fools

If they become wise as a result of the interference, then & only then they’ll swim in pools

With or without fish, gods disappear into Zeus’ wild blue yonder, Taqiyya & Tequilla toast

All split infinitive in the guillotine & now always, forever as the headless horseman ghost.

Prick the cushion with as many straight pins as possible & you’ll experience full Nirvana

Space’s Time is a fool’s illusory diversions, I ate a peach tree whole, Allman to Santana

Road of infinity has no finale, don’t even go there, never even try or it’ll be much too late

Born to be wild not to be tame once the Motor started runnin’ & I rolled upon the highway.

That’s Life between the ears of you and me, I ain’t the one who started this, I’m a passenger

On your buddy’s foul account of the bloody things from Birth to Death of our inner stranger

Hills slope upto the tops of the mountain range of woke lunatics planted by the Big Banger

If and only if you look at us baby, then and only then you’ll know why you ain’t an all-nighter.

A hit and then a run before there’s another memory recording it other than your own spark

Killer whale of people on seven continents ‘cause you’re here & now, swimmin’ with seals

Looky here now, creeps come in all sizes for one and all, a scared baby born of hater snark

Apes believe in their feeding time & get a bit cranky if the food is late or tasteless cat meals.

Pills engorged until bowels got so inflamed even frozen ice couldn’t mend the harm done

Seven holes in the human face larger than size of a skin pore, eyes, ears, nose’s & a mouth

Dozens of eggs flowing when the state of martial arts retrieves wisdom’s power of a drone

Nothing was ever made in the shade, all of it can be exiled to deep space’s north & south.

Heads ache for a minute or two, take a pill or not, you’re impinging on brain matter, greys

Why the Greys left the grey stuff up in the RNA of the cranium when creating a DNA haze

Mighty or weak inside your mind & out to your fingers and toes, determined hoe & a heave

In or out of the digs that Alice left for us all to engage with, mighty Earth gods Adam & Eve.

Pine wood hollowed out for you to remain unrotten, buried deeply in an underground setup

It will always be this way that it is until the last gasp or Big Bang’s sling to the Big Hush TFU

Honey sweet for a while ‘til it turns rancid due to the atmospheric pressure to be dissolved

All senses ultimately return to Nothingness, don’t blame the messenger, mystery’s solved.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier 15th 2025 A.D. @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted headaches to Hades while jammin’ to my head pounding, I’m hungry!  Jammin the finale while listenin’ to @WarTheBand #LowRider https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ELVIS @TheRollingStones #LivinInAGhostTown @CasperTheFriendlyOne @Bill_Burr #ChopperFatherAndSonFun #RichardPryorZorro #ThePhenomenon #BrooksAndDunne #PhilosophersStone @VanMorrison #MATRIX @KeanuReeves

love l.a. like angels

In a manner of speaking, love is a representation of the feeling inside your heart & soul
Deeper than you usually can get since it’s beneath your conscious mind’s eye, on a roll
For the sake of the Truth to be told without sucking in a vacuum like Outerspace, it’s all OK
Evolved from ignorant apes & now enlightened with the doubt of One in dark hole, lay lay.

Pounced on the prey when the time was right, Timing of course, it’s everything required et al
Killing the prey & eating the flesh off its bones is the same as what happens if y’all are food
Nothing we can do about it but starve to death with muscle atrophy in thin air, not too good
Attitudes & Timing are everything, man & woman alike, the species survives at our will y’all

Fear of Nothing is healthy since if you die, you cannot enjoy this ride on the planet’s orbit
This is what it’s all about, astronauts have discovered the whole shebang, Man, this is It
Outerspace is no place for happy soul infused species, whether human or any old genus
Face the Truth, if you’re lucky, it all ends up in a hearse, Brooks & Dunne got word to us.

Blind faith helps the survivors of loved ones, friends & relatives who die accidentally old
Or young with a beautiful corpse, either way for whatever reason under the sun, it’s gold
Everything above an below, here and beyond this atmosphere is all there is, oh, good grief
Even a cartoon has the gist of the game, break or obey rules, you owe your debtor relief.

Paid in full gets you to where you would have been even if you still owed the mortal debt
Armed with weaponry from heavens above, just skin & bones & your ol’ soul power to rent
Bring your imagination to the gold vein deep underneath the planet’s rolled pebbles, I say
It’s lead transformation due to the core of hell’s fire intensity, where devils lived in the day.

Need the consciousness of a being whose eyes are wide open, even if legally blind as a bat
Radar and sonar to reconnoiter Earth’s surface from boundary to coast, a drone’s bull scat
Contact with the unknown will come soon enough, I accompany corpus dillecti & maggots
Unknown, indeed, what you don’t know won’t hurt, Life exists due to the Sun’s quiet riots.

Savior, Buddha, high priest, pope, cardinal, bishop nor monk know any more than hermits
Eyes & ears perceive it one day at a time, ready to pivot on a moment’s notice, blown to bits
Accidentally on purpose, offering your life’s survival for the sake of your country’s freedom
No more necessary than being conceived or being born to a woman, a fatherless orphan.

Historical record in the cloud storage, recalled instantly for ease of proof, it is what it shall
Security and the body-guards should be the only assurance we need but can’t get at all
You may not be able to grasp the Truth if it’s a violation of your own blind faith, it’s all likely
In the end, free choice is not communistic or socialistic, it’s a question for a holy psyche.

Comedy and tragedy should be all you need to know to comprehend the pending doom
All of our kin & friends not to mention the Billion of human beings in existence, out of room
Banish your bad self from the common good and infest the agar with a viral byte of scat
1’s & 0’s fill-in the blanks, equation in trigonometric calculus to amend conclusions shat.

Without an iota of witty retort to return fire from the sniper in the jungle tundra to the sky
Out of sight and without a trace of sound, the kill shot penetrates to the holy bull’s 3rd eye
At the end of the day, all darkness appeals to the sunny boys of the clear light, innocents
Follow leaders to the doom of the legion, only the strong survive, remainder extinct sins.

Mortal or original violations of the creator’s predetermined rules disguised as commands
Where is this One who would be like the scientist responding to the experiment’s hands
For real, there’s nothing more to it than this one explanation, Void the Singularity’s finale
Origin sleeping giant’s spark of gas chain reacts to implode, forced explosion to oblivion.

Invisible angels you know are all too human 20/20 vision, yet see all humanity’s revelries
Metaphysical philosophy ala rational displays of reason and logic, premise to conclusion
Requiring deductions to formulate a final display of argument for the Truth of subjection
Objection to the hero ejection of a verbal display for the record, a fem fatale’s injection.

Oh, I’ve been in love with L.A. since 1974, oh that December in El Monte & Santa Monica
You never know when the time is right but certainly, Timing is Everything or nothing at all
Presence both before and after the thing itself animates its nature within the Void 8-ball
Game over, 8 ball in the side off the 9, banked into the corner off the new #GulfOfAmerica.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1730 hours

{ Jammed this while jammin’ to @Eminem on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YVkUvmDQ3HY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

RIP ELVIS THE PELVIS

Of course, you do realize, THIS MEANS WAR ! #SublimeGhetto #MyMaria

TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, JUST SKIP IT CHIEF!

ONE LAST JUDGEMENT CALL,

I aM THE CHIT, we SO SORRY

The old girls turned into elder females of the species, no zoo for them, all too humans

Singing in the rain or suntanning under a red-hot ball of burning hydrogen alit lumens

Count backward from a hundred and before you’re down to ninety, you’ll lose control

If and only if you have no power to control the spin of men & the wobbling Earth’s soul.

See and hear, smell and taste and now you can feel me, it’s the Midas Touch, it’s golden

Rocks just chips off of the leftover vein of baked lava, I can dig it in the change of London

What you know is the redcoats wanted to get George Washington & the rebels to secede

How and when are the questions which beg to be responded to, then y’all quote a creed.

The king of England didn’t know that this was the promised land, 13 colonies air of millions

Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Monroe & “The Others” who know who they were, 1st dates

Crazy the word denotes the actions of a savage or a joker who plays tricks on birds & mates

Uptown or downtown in the ghetto between two rivers, no gold ore yields jackpot’s billions.

Realty and fantasy at one and the same time, appeal to the open mind with a liberated ID

Deep within or right out in the open, it’s all the exact same experience and reaction to It

What it is, the substance conglomerate of gluons and the morphed forms known as peeps

Me and you and everyone else alive knows, Id’s gonna make the species get what It reaps.

I agree with nobody about anything except Plato & Aristotle in the books of the rank & file

In the neo-classics category, most folks live & die without knowing why, we’re scat in a pile

Tornadoes roll through town and everyone thinks of the wizard of Oz, luck of a dusty draw

It’s all she wrote, folks, game is meat & it’s nobody’s food but mine, elk & deer bloody, raw.

Philosopher’s stone lost & found inside of the padlocked treasure chest, down underwater

Pirates and royal men and women who feigned importance as most fit to survive the banter

Of vermin and all too human far right & left ways to get to the middle path of less resistance

Out of all bullseyes, a murder of crows caw at stoned faces, Jolly Roger’s skull dug prance.

This here and that there are right in front of everyone’s holy face, Presence’s fate to be

Everywhere that’s Past & Future are the places where the Hamlets will nevermore see

Simple & all too human apes bring home bacon, but the pigs & hogs returned-pork bad

Long guns & pistols a caliber .22 to .270, 30:06, .38, .44, .45 or .500 Bushwhacker dad!

Before you die, you’ll payback the whole shebang or be denied entry into a holy Valhalla

Vikings & queens of the warriors’ mothers who pretended that childbirth was a love thing

Result of coitus and conception to generate the origin of the Void’s collapse into One dot

Midway monsters crooning a Word to the deaf ones who turned out to be the dumb spot.

Punks & phony geniuses complete the whole shebang, fractions of One divided by a Zero

I run the riff and the beats bangin’ on the drums, the mics have speed to ears of anti-hero

Prism isn’t doin’ its active shooter gig of the sun’s fired-up atoms, so dark, invisible wisp

Long or short lived, matter doesn’t really matter except for particles without a mass’ lisp.

By the bye-bye, I lean over to divulge the silent secret that only the One knows, not to be

Shook up the pills in the vile to get some satisfaction from the ground of being mama dirt

She gave it all, I got it all & I’ll never give up the ghost, it’s not in the stars or the card keys

Holy door, above or below the latch-handle knob, for my skull’s downhill skeleton’s skis.

Think not about thoughts without merit, be the cause of the winning & be the trophy case

Awarded for the excellence of winning all the time, every game you play with leather & lace

Bobbing for apples is for a bigger mouth than anyone’s blessed with, except a dragon myth

Fear the hate of the lovers of mythological smoke & mirrors, they’re all donna die forthwith.

Pseudo-Faith, hot chimera nobody sees coming, y’all do die ala fast car or in a casket bed

Everyday & every time you think about your existence & your mortality, Fear of the Undead

Blown gaskets leaving the power to dissipate before the music’s melody seared tickled feet

Woke up awakened in blazing infrared-ultraviolet light, frequency to die for in BBQ’d meat.

Once I got bit, there was no turning back from the rabid want & need for the purple liquidity

Inside the veins & arterial network, the drum beats the forwards & guards of a Windy City

What I’ve got you used to have, you lost it all when you lost focus on the dream’s final Ends

Percussion causes my concussion, copped out, flipped out, I’m all one Divinity, my friends.

It’s Time in this space of Outerspace to interface with divided, separated atoms of the Eve

Twilight zones breached & now the system can return to a black hole’s Singularity reprieve

Collapsing is the only way another way knows, expanding 'til Nothing’s left except All I AM

As above this headstone & hard water, so below holy infinite commands, all too human.

That said, it’s all been said & done before today’s sunrise, ditto after the sunset’s final blow

Subdivision inner visions in our minds programmed by K-12 & post-secondary gyp downlow

Hardly soft yet intricate enough to fit in a point without mass or volume, pencil-neck’s bone

Here we go, no choice but to get to points of no return, you were there & then, already gone.

You don’t know like I know but you will, it’s inevitable even if you wait until the last gasp

Winning isn’t everything, winning is the only thing, a small or big man blowing wind’s asp

Snake of the historical garden slithers past me, aware that my foot will stop its tail wind

Cut off from the multiplying division, adding to the subtraction until the Void signals Sin.

Violating the regulations, sympathetic empathy power annihilates what’s left things, et al

In Mississippi or Peking the void’s air is neutrality in essence, all gone to a Supernova ball

Fear of your death & your families’ leftover corpses to be burned or buried above & below

Bitten from head to toe, fired up Food, cooked what the Man’s gotta eat, it’s a chit show.

Been gone for a longer time than the star’s big bang shebang, out of time in timelessness

Slip through holy fingers, so far out of hand that the Thing Itself allows trips under duress

Forgive me not, forget me not, she loves me not due to my permutation of the sixth sense

I’m in a place to show & win it all, 1st breath pull to last gasp, I’ll gt the phuq off the fence.

Joy and full immersion in the matter’s form I’ve taken from the matrix’ nucleus, a star trek

From galaxy to universal, cosmic mass there’s the energy of speeding light as I hit the deck

Mankind queens & kings create the way to live & die, funerals for all, dead Jacks in boxes

Really reflecting now, I forgot this was a temporary stop on hot trip, come alive to be dead.

Epitaph on granite, Lived & Died So Enjoy The Ride, That’s All Folkes, a rabid rabbit foot

Luck came with or without it, just a crutch to feel that you’re on the right track, point’s moot

Last drag of smoke & mirrors for y’all, age of reason to last rights of faithful denizens’ meat

Cherry pies cut eight ways for seven pieces leftover, one whole piece, one bite of the heat.

Mystic mirror reflects ultraviolet to infrared, crisscrosses the femurs below a hard cranium

White out of a higher black flag, nothing to die for but that’s all there is, no reason or rhyme

Fly higher than you can, astronauts & cosmonauts found Nothing, don’t ask, don’t tell it all

Nothing’s function to thank God for, all flummoxed, signed, sealed & delivered a Holy Fall.

It’s a long road on a short pier to the End’s shore, trip is that no search ever ends at home

Headaches &and freezing cold hands left over before the night ends, dawn comes to come

Creating gold from dead-lead, super big bangs’ pencil-necked remnants of Jelly Rolls blood

Certainty itself & total oblivion’s nature, One principle emerges ala infinity’s darkest mood.

Only you and I know nothing better than a thing itself, original sin damned the One’s fights

Created fools or not, mortal or not, matter & energy in Big Bang dances sub-atomic bytes

Concrete or smoke & mirrors show & tell all that a mindful being needs to be happy, twice

Reason’s mystery to solve the conundrum, I can’t die if God was never alive, I’m rollin’ dice.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, XXII-XXIX-MMXXIV AD at 911 AMPST

{ Plucked out of my blue jeans this AM while jammin’ to @VanMorrison #PhilosophersStone link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs?si=FUveEjTF7NkXLsaT }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

END OF YEAR #POWERSTROKE #CommonGrounded #GoodGodHappyNewYear2025 @Eminem & #TwoTrailerParkGirls ... goin' 'round the outside!

I FOLLOW THE NEWS, SAME OLD BLUE, FLAT SHARPS

Gods were here and now they’re all gone and it’s the way it is now both above & below US

There’s no point to drawing a picture from one straight or crooked line that winds to a circle

This here, right this moment is all there is inside of your mind, other data has uplink-bleed

Creep up and down the corridors of the matrix maze you’ve appeared in, to star as a lead.

Once or more than a million times, I have related your mother to the poor lady seed pod

Throws up the babies to increase the monthly income from the powers that be you & me

Two or three (tree) more times and the end of all good times is all that’s left, you’re all in

Can’t become a dot when you’re a line or a two-dimensional shape of Pavlov’s Doge coin.

What I am is what you are, living matter that will not last the century’s causes of effects

Miraculous search has been abandoned for the mundane absence of malice to sexists

Plague kills the living to make room for the cleared palate, we’ve erased your memories

Slate to be or not to be, invasion or exile, either way you’re all gonna die, god-eye sees.

Woke can’t wake up, can’t fall asleep back into the sugar-baby coma for the colored Id

It’s the gamut from deep purple, ultra-violet to infrared & the bovine scat fed to every kid

On or off of Planet Earth, the leftover chit floats about the burning gas-balls of stardust

Incompetent as you know yourself, sensations show sensational & exaggerated disgust.

BBQ’d animal crackers assume animated cell-forms, DNA/RNA combos of fission fashion

Pinned to the pine trees you see from 8 miles high above pop rocks of atomic subdivision

Second city you emerge form a swam of Lake Michigan trolls & drones to retrieve big balls

Jesus’ quotes The Prophet, a frozen-stiff God’s sons of creation, Souls’ fall to welfare rolls.

I will what happens, all in front of my woke-face, persuasion of others is a misnomer’s spiff

I kicked you in the low-hangin’ fruit, the family jewels, hear screamin’ Angus of AC/DC, a riff

You know like I know once you’ve progressed beyond the mercy of the welfare department

Popstars pop out of the toaster with tart fruit, manna of champions from a Jetson’s toaster.

Force you into the round hole, you’re a square, four lines meeting the four points leftover ilk

As you know, nobody knows anything, sights & sounds of the stars we call Zeus’ kids’ milk

All the dead men & women who lived since the Power allowed evolved apes to get hell bent

Everyone would have been surprised by the mystery of struggling to survive a punishment.

Since the water has been evaporating out of the atmosphere due to the orbit’s wobbling

Soon the continents’ shores will increase the sight of the crags exposing Earth as asteroid

An accidental effect of the Big Bang is Life on Earth, there’s no other star in the universe

We are all there is, what you see in the black sky at night is the blanket over your fear-Void.

Enough will never be enough for the whole shebang, the rainbow trash is the fuel for Zeus

Humility within is exposed by jealousy of all fungal infections we call our elected, ewe puss

Monkey shines, pre and post your mother’s labor, father’s random-mix of the slippery slope

I ain’t gonna say this twice, if you listen & navigate the rest of your life story, it’ll be all dope.

Tiny and simple to huge and complex, a dot transforms into shapes of animated, aired acid

Came from sunshine’s photosynthetic modification of the thing itself, One pretentious Id

Before your conception, you can’t recall but there was either Fear & Love evolved to mutate

Egg & seminal fluid is It, what you are ain’t a god’s daughter or antihero son of a gun’s date.

Revoke & resign are not viable options, all you get is dead air, a body of work, piece of work

Fallen or just trippin’ on the formula retrieved from commandments on slate rock for a dork

That prehistoric modification of blind faith’s belief in Nothing absolute, First Cause antihero

Pals of Bad-Built-Bush-Body, degenerate savages are the progeny of our gods, I add to zero.

Comic books with funny jokes between punks and their animals, generate the mirth of gods

Laughing their invisible soul’s arses off, there’s reason for madness, I will cause extinction

I drank all of the leftover bowls of cereal cow milk and sugar, sweetened my cavity function

Pulled the rotten roots out of the maxilla & mandible with a shot of nonvaccine Nova Caine.

Ski & skate as a substitute for crawling, walking & sprinting, point A to B, a Clarkfever fizzer

If and only if the boredom will be too much to take, only then terminate DNA & RNA’s uplink

What will happen then, what will you do then when Scat hits the fan und spreads like butter

All recycled matter we call food, dedicated defecation, no drinks stay within, it’s all in sync.

POTUS’ toughness gets a blow to the noggin and goes into the power-stroke of the millennia

What I am is what I got between my ears, non-material mind of different strokes, what the…

Gods in the dams to keep the river waters from the melted snow atop the high lander peaks

Kids rock just has hard when it’s the softer and kinder rock of ages, prehistoric funky geeks.

Locomotion is mocking the revolving & orbiting pieces of dirty galaxies only dead heads see

Ate dogs, cats, cattle, horses, goats, pigs, sheep, snakes & live elves, all too humane to be

Off color ultraviolet waves turn into infrared frequencies that were never here or ever there

Spatial timing is everything, nothing is more important than that, avoiding extinction in fear.

Running the dozens, you’ll never even know, poets don’t even know it, no fate of protocol

With the leftover stardusted sand, the hydrogen & oxygen are artificially intelligent, like #aI

My father Al, artificially dreamt that a dream’d come true, it did, here I am, hereditary sloop

Deep Space is empty of wisdom & knowledge, goddess’ drones filling womb-cosmic-soup.

I have the trump to cancel-out your powerful acey-deucy high-balls, I will lay low to the end

Finale will eventually finalize a contract, signed on a dotted line and then logged in heaven

No fire and brimstone will annihilate the yuletide logs in the fireplace, placed Hell’s kitchen

Near a melting pot of every race, sexual menudo of 208 bones of a cultural collection of sin.

Amboy’s Dukes & girls into dead Folkes, terminated via age or accident, answer the phone

Pretention of naked-ape children who’ve graduated out a Universe’s university, mind-blown

Common ground keeping us down, all gravitational pull of the wobbling revolution, my orbit

Crowned and finally left grounded skull & bones, buried, burned, pulverized “Never Forget!”

Now you see it, then you don’t, emptiness inside of a deep hole, eating ducks, cats & @Doge

I’m your father & your mother’s father hence, you are what I am yet one of us is a cool rogue

Infinite periods between sentences download paragraphs’ phraseology, simple fools’ pools

Genes demented forms of liquids & gases turned solid, wasted dump of uneducated fools.

Bums and brutal junkies filling out forms for the games of hens & roosters, illegitimate eggs

Been what you’ve been, off of the throne when gods’ deaths’ go goo-goo doll, drag of dregs

I am nearly gone; I’m goin’ to a #GoGo with the smoke of @Smokey & shebang of a miracle

Force One, dead yet not gone, no more death & suffering, Hohoe Xmas, 2025’s Hell’s Bell.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Drafted during the #FinalShow of @Armstrong_Getty #ClipsOfTheYear @ @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650 #GitSome #ObviouslyNotJoeBiden while jammin’ later to @WARtheBand link # https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=5MnFZWWDx7x156at }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyTwoCents #TooOldLetGo #SoulStripper an @ACDC #YouKnow . . . @JohnWick6VI @KeanuReeves @TomCruise @Eminem #SlimShady @MaryWells @TheTemptations #AintTooProudToBEG

 

Picassoesque Woman, shake yo' android

Exactly why you go to church on Sunday or temple or mosque on the holy, worship swings
Finish lines at the exact latitude & longitude as the recurring Start lines, flyin’ angel wings
Nothing you nor I can do other than keep moving on the Timeline, it’s just a shout away too
High volumes pierce every ear that hears the buzz of constant interference, off the air blue.

 

Synchronicity of your psyche and the revolution of Earth on the ecliptic of grandpa Pete’s Id
Knowledge of the usual effects of specific causes acting in perfect timing as a humane Ego
Distance between things causes the effect of dropping data into a black hole datum COVID
Nineteen, favorite number out of a hundred, I had nineteen friends, I’ll die at a hundred & 19.

 

I know you can’t believe it, it’s not for blind faith, it’s incredible & another Time dimension
Blind faith required for now and then, consciousness of Reality attempts to crush you in sin
Not that you’ve done anything wrong but the blame & guilt is all for you now go get all you can
If you don’t then who will get the good things with ape’s double swords ready for retribution.

 

Think you are where you’re going to be in a hundred, thousand or even one day from now, meh
Meaning that human misbehavior is successfully regulated by ten commands & olden rules
You may be crazy or just a genius pretending to be, to avoid the work-a-day world of earning it
Food for thought, it’s the matriculation of your tuition that allowed Karl Marx to spout off chit.

 

No more nor less of black dogs who’ve come from bitches with no cause, just stray alley cats
New year comes every spin around the sun, sunny days never far from the flyin’ vampire bats
Mary had a little lamb, she needed the cash so she sold the wool & mutton to Jack’s lion den
Where evil spelled backward is live & you can never tell which is which, thrown in a death spin.

 

No regrets, did it all & did it over & over again, not bragging just stating facts of life I never knew
Walking around in Space from place to place whether asleep or wide awake, all Phillip’s screw
Love or not, species began with or without a reason, it’ll dilapidate due to it’s moral imperative
You have one, good, bad or ugly, it is Matter in Forms spending Time in empty Space, it is alive.

 

Without an oven, cake won’t bake, it will rise in the heat of the night & cook at 375 degrees hot
Out the hot oven, slit sideways in two, infused with cherry whipping cream from the smoke pot
Crystal, gold, out Acapulco or Mazatlan into a thin air, floating coast south to north Siberia ice
Celebrate with a salute to the ones who came before us & died before they heard the True lie.

Hollow world inside of this Earth-ball of dirt, I ain’t trippin’ over bottomless pits of John Wick’s
Don’t freeze in ice, don’t burn in flames of fire, just live let live, don’t kill & eat living, BBQ meat
As if that stops your loop of death & destruction, banquets of dead steaks & chick drumsticks
Any humans that are dumber than a rock, please survive & reproduce your own kind, Big Feet.

Breast fed no more, after a first bite, that was the end, pain & suffering began the gentle scree
Milk came from the goats’ teats, the cows’ utters, some white, some brown chocolate, creamy
From Philadelphia or Sonoma, cheese & wine flow is all that’s really important, you all on duty
Maybe so, maybe not, bottom line, you’ll throw a toast, salute to my grand dads who begot me.

Before you go & check out for the duration of the Time & Space you’ve gleaned, now hear this
Guides of the orphans are the same categorical imperatives of the good, the bad & too pizazzed
Harmony in treble & bass synchronicity, it’s lyrics of the wind and metal to beats of dead skin
Here and then you’re gone, me too, everybody from Adam to the last man, Molochian fission.

Do you comprehend the nature of the Truth? I didn’t assume so, you’re as idiotic as a moron
To be or not to be was never any question worth the final answer, you are food for the big sons
Y’all eat your Adams every eve, you’ll become catatonic with the food of preconceived notions
Give me a few moments to download the uplink to the final induction, I am what, original sins?

Down to brass tacks that Sister Gertrude gave to Sister Ann to beat up the monsignor silkworm
Heard your voice in empty rooms without an audience hearing The Truth, living gods are dead
This is the absolute Truth, babies grow into the language of sheep, lookin’ down, never ahead
Wearing the red, the black and blue, to change water into a wedding wine, to keep a soul firm.

Bodies will live and die; souls are invisible and pretend to fly without the skull and bone dust
I gave you & everybody else a hall pass to move freely about the empty, trip-waxed, hall fuss
First Cause of the One point One formula is both Unknown & Omnipotent, dark above & below
Fill holes, all seven voids you’ve counted, in and out the body politic, cashing in on the DOW.

Blink & it’s all gone, go see for yourself, nothing left, no God, God’s angels or your own mama
Certainly, it’s Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, success is immanent as we come out papa
Bibles go unread by fakers from Genesis to Revelation, it’s old & new testaments of stray cats
Shining blacklights’ into lightweight jokes without punch lines, fastball-screwball fungo bats.

God, living evil angelic group, invisible and without responsibility for humanity, all too human
I’m playing cards in a game of 52 in the deck, no jokers, four aces & runs of hearts & diamonds
Faceless hearts, spades & clubs for the diamonds we hold so very dear, I’m runnin’ Trump tight
Every trick you lead, losers to my hand of power, my love of pardons, god forgive Man’s bite.

Fools in paradise, blinded by clear light shining on the Truth for the blind to see, punt the ball
Let the defense kick the offense back into their end zone, stay asleep, keep it up my dreamers
TNT more or less gives no chance for review, obliteration is a necessary condition for a kill fall
Globetrotting down under the artwork of Deals, millionaire descendants evolved slave-masters.

Hippies without hips, lost what they won & got the record for being the biggest loser since One
All in a single thing rolled in a spherical object, downhill skis will poke through your young gun
Faster than a 32 feet per second drop, it’s a struggle without intent, gravitation, collapse of dirt
Patchouli oil & leather filling dive bar’s scents, sleepy intercourse up your caboose’s miniskirt.

 

Paid all poor people for just being born by mortal sins, it’s welfare for the extinction of species
Nevermore like a crow or a raven, calling your mama from the barb-wired fence, I love @See’s
Chocolate, caramels, nuts, fruits and vegetables for teachers and students who fly, just to die
Last man, last woman never aborted by the enlightened, single homo sapiens, this is God’s lie.

 

Y’all will live after you die, that’s a lie, impossible to exist as smoke & mirrors of a Word salad
When you gasp one more time, that’s all you get, friend & foe, relatives or distant enemies, bad
Completely forgot the unforgotten, unfortunate for my other-worldly take on a whole shebang
Last huff of breath, gasp at what you see, holy nothing at all, it is done, it’s All out the ol’ Wang.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Freezember 5^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Blasted out the Void while jammin’ to #TwilightZone from the CD @ThePhilosophersStone  @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/pWDs_OP1-JE?si=Qnt8s2HN23s8o24v }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EnterGreenDragon #FyteByteLite #WheresMyHoneyComb #InThMeadow @VanMorrisson #UpTheRiver #WhenYouWereYoung  #YMCAdespicable #Meh

ZZ Top Talking Heads Papa Roach #SoDamEZ Trace Adkins Montgomery/Gentry

LOVE GETS THE CLUES TO EXTINCTION, STAY OUT OF TOWN

Seared skinned & de-boned meat from the acceptable BBQ of the fish & game, casted pods
You learned to fend for yourself or die trying, it’s about the survival of the most fit to serve
The genome has no empathy, it appears to be programmed for success until the lost nerve
For us all, the dead men and women built the keys to destruction, stolen valor of the gods.

It ain’t our fault that this systematic, circle jerk has precedence over happy fun and games
Since nothing is gonna last forever, we all may as well have a good time and enjoy the ride
I ain’t lyin’ and you know that I wouldn’t chit you since you’re my favorite turd-sickle, off key
Pete’s got a gripe, call it like this, for Cripe Pete’s, no reason for that, all about the mockery.

Two thumbs, eight fingers, eight toes and two big ones help you walk the dog & wash dishes
Taxation without representation committed in perpetuity, required to be or not, to be fishes
Space between atoms unleashed by the Big Bang, a long spell ago before your divine eyes
Unrecorded musical scores floating above & below divine free forms of wasted white lies.

Secrets saved in the safest place with a score of less than the fins you lost to me, odds out
Keeping your mind on the prize is the only focus you need to succeed, there’s no other way
Random luck of the draw won’t do for consistent success, you gotta be the edge of doubt
In each and every case both past & future used to be or will be the present, it hurts to pout.

Thumping on your ears wakes you up every time, why we sleep only the late show slacker
Fear & loathing of the apprehension that accompanies waiting for the next back attacker
Hardly a psycho killer inside of me very often, in and out of the psyche, runnin’ far as I can
Further than any dream you can get immersed in, far from the Milky Way & so, too human.

What I need and what I want are acts of kindness from the billionaires inside the wet dream
It is what it is and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it, it’s all out of human control
Now and then before your ending of animation, up and down, both above and below it all
You’ll know it when you see it, then you’ll know it all, above as below, makes you scream.

Held the outburst reaction to the news whether good, bad or just ugly, a metabolized saga
My heart and soul are all in for the roller-coaster ride, up, down, twisting gravitational Gaga
Casting aspersions at the innocent & the wild aliens from any other solar system, all good
On cue, entering the bass & trout heaven, catchin’ & releasing’ what I got, because I could.

My catharsis is so full of scat because I’ve gorged on daily banquets preceding fiber tricks
It is more or less a freak of nature, recombined RNA at random, ‘bout boxes & dix, ain’t it?
What it is can’t be put into a nutshell unless you can define & categorize Nothing at all, fool
Talkin’ to myself, not you, fool, that’s just a manner of speakin’ to a blind lump of you, cool?

Silver lining ain’t in the clouds, searched & found it deeply hidden inside of the crazy mind
Gold can only be contained by the sun’s star power, only lead is left over, philosopher stone
Hollywood to Bangor, the main point is that Time is short, not too short or too long, I find
Walkin’ or trotting’ near the river path to find that rainbow flow, pot of gold that’s all mine.

How long has it been since you fell asleep in the crib of crips & bloods? You’ve become one

Philosopher, daddio to go you’ve mined the lead out of the ground of being, it’s all gold, son
High or low from Do to So, man oh man, it’ll whack your nerves with the chills of frozen ice
Way of the center without any option of turning back or changing paths, frets struttin’ nice.

Rockin’ me daddio, come on mama you know what I’m talkin’ about, the lead’s turned gold
In the backseat of my father’s Fords, Chevys & Dodges, many fathers of daughters did fold
To the intent of the Jolly Roger power of the philosopher’s stone, gotta kill the noise, @papa
Full house kept the 4th ace off the table, I’m all in, I can’t lose, then a posse robbed my trip.

I woke up & became so woke that I couldn’t get back to sleep, thoughts mutated dead eyes
I never could stand up to the consolidation of every single thing, echo ear shots bye & byes
Free from every atom, blackness’ infinity quite feisty when you’re infused with a holy water
Without it, H2O is all there is at the bottom of you & I, no god above or below the slaughter.

Can’t believe someone just yelled at me from fat lips, “#uck you, dummy!” Let’s back-flip
I looked around and got a shock, a room full of mirrors reflecting self-inflicted wound chit
Naturally a hater was a lover, jaded or faded with a chip on the shoulders, both will do it
On the cue, beat the drums, thump the bass, riff on the lead and rhythm, song sung RIP!

Glue put the beach next to the deep, blue sea, the H2O, the underwater, holding breath
Fire won’t give up the spark, ignition out of spontaneous combustion follows Man’s death
Pushin’ the words out of my neck before or after I got my ego higher than the blue-sky trip
Survive the extinction just like the divine intended for the dead weight, hit the deck & skip.

Revive your spiritual kneeling down before the false gods before and after me, drop it, LSD
Esse amigo, never get high when you drive wheels in or out of traffic, God won’t forgive thee
Great that y’all are grateful but you don’t have to be, it’s your Ego Trip, you get all proceeds
When you’re done, it’s all over, no recollection or rerun for friendly fire, annihilated seeds.

It’s today for everyone on this Earth except for you, you’ve expired because you killed Time
Others killed your time for you if you’ve ever began gittin’ more than your fair share of slime
Murder, self-defense killing, accidental termination of you & I, comes furnished, superbad
Vacancy exists that you allow to flash in your face 24/7, it’s infinitely powered, super salad.

I wandered to Tacoma & Seattle, back to Cool, California by the dam, fork American rivers
I know you ain’t gonna apologize for the wrongs you initiated, all just for little & big sisters
Chief, it’s a struggle that you inherited being conceived by the troublemakers, mas & pas
Fear to loathe it, be happy without any worries, lead turned my vision to Gold, cops’ fuzz.

Babies born, old women and young men die every day, y’all always have & always will croak
Self, soul, consciousness, abstractions of hope that death as feared isn’t all there is, bloke
No mistake, you’ll get through even the most difficult times ahead, like the ones behind too
Immortal bleeding out of the First Cause’s pain of being all alone in Space, forever be blue.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Blovember XV, MMXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Drafted ‘doubting Thomas-like” while jammin’ to @papaRoach #EgoTrip CD, #LeaveALightOn #TalkAwayTheDark #AlwaysWandering on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D6HgmT2cttM?si=1Evi_7gNL9qyq3cn }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Deduce The Conclusion, I Dare Y'all . . . #ConcertTime AC/DC KidRock CurtisMayfield

BIGGER THAN YOU THOUGHT

Here and now on the ground of Earth in the all too human year 2024 A.D.

Where conceived and born to run like a backstreet, tiny, little sister creed

Appearance of forms of matter, so completes the first act, it’s Intercoursed

Makin’ the panties drop just bein’ in the same neighborhood of it, kid rocked.

Wrecked father’s creation once or twice, occurred when my guard dropped

It wasn’t far from a grasp of my two hands to a higher ground of a .44 popped

Hit the spot every time, danger lurks dawn to dusk & sunset to sunrise swing

If you don’t expire by accident you’ll still fail to be conscious once upon a time.

Stapled my stomach and regurgitated everything I always have an appetite for

My mistake that I thought it would help me control my addiction to sweet & sour

Had the staple removed & now I’ve lost my appetite for everything, I got no taste

I can’t smell either, lucky I can still hear & see the separate reality, spunky waste.

Really have too many rules to observe hence, penalties will be a perfunctory dish

You won’t have to worry about betting 'cause nobody beats the house on the odds

See what you want when you win or lose, bottom line you’ll either owe or hit a score

Drift away & you’ll see what I mean when your uncle throws you into a lake of fish.

With the heavy load of being a chip off of the old block, my mom & dad laid the path

For the Way in the middle between the Good & the Evil, all straight ahead of death

Nothing you can do about it other than be aware & be wary of a thing itself & forms

Psycho-Social disadvantage for the aliens from another planet, as we're the worms.

Deduce the conclusion from the veracity of the premises assumed, it’s not irrational

In fact, the facts of life are the One & the Many who relate to empty space nationals

We called them “aliens” from other planets & they sued all united states of minds

Inside looking outside at the random causes that precede the final ending’s opines.

Beginning at the end & finishing up at the start of the game, it’s like, man, I’m #Sorry

But it’s the name of the game, you can’t make this scat up, it’s garbage afloat, see?

In the meantime, I play on a ground, it’s a playground, work in place, it’s a workplace

Equation has an infinite result if you begin prior to Big Bangs & fusion in yo' face.

Zero function of a void ‘tween atoms of hydrogen & its derivatives, nothing to see

Nothing to hear, smell or taste, not like a real thing if you know what I mean, baby

Gas is not liquid, gas ain't solid, It is all there is & IT gets frozen & hard without blues

Shining hot on dirt left over from one Big Bang, making H2O & Life & Death too.

I made some mistakes before you knew I wasn’t perfect like others, all too human

Got off of my knees whenever I found myself prostrate, grounded, crushed loving

Gave it away to many as I found needed it 'fore they even knew it was missing, King

Needs & random desires for the pleasure of simple-minded, naked apes of Rocking.

Force of a conglomeration of cells moving in Space hit a purple wall, bluish red goo

Appears seemingly out of nowhere but it’s the essence of matrix, like orgasm-screw

It ain’t my invention, didn’t create things rollin’ around here & now, I’m just a Temp

Clothes hangin’ out on the limbs, near the creek around 2 AM, skinny dipped, wooh!

Dreams end whether the dreamer is consciously aware or not, death's inevitable, so

You & everybody else might have forgotten,  l remind you that Life's transitory blow

We go in & out of that egg, we’ve grown into this substance-form, ask for more too

Double Jello Shots o’ 151 rum made me love you more, whisp #OnIt, eyes love you.

Met out for dinner Friday eve & made her panties drop like they were lead, fine dine

Sweet talked 'til the chocolate covered cherry got naked to a 208 bone hurricane

One-Stop-Shop can’t complain since it’s infinite replenishment of cream of the crop

Wine, vodka, gin, whiskey, rye, hops & crops of Mary Gold, just a passenger, no cop.

Gridiron just a hundred yards of points to play a game of odds you score on demand

Passing, running & going coast to coast beyond a flag at a zero-yard line, win a grand

Whistle, buzzer-beater, blank-gun-powder gunshot at a bull’s eye, a 100 yards a lot

Couldn’t miss, sharp-shooter followed perfection, 1 to the head 2 to the heart shot.

Wheezing at a dance, sick as a dog but wanted to show affection for objection skin

Suddenly, impacted by whichever medicine kicked into my big toe to head, I’m in

Contact high, keep breathing in and out, don’t stop to go to sleep, it ain’t sleep at all

Dead before dying after fine dining with Kracker backers, holy scat in a glory hole.

Educated the fools from the historical record of dead fools, more fools ad infinitum

They don’t know that there can be no show on stage, hell’s down there, we get some

Higher than Earth’s stratosphere, astronauts found naught but a quiet empty hole

Black it is, only a star’s shine, the Void is what it is, soul on ice, we people, let’s roll!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, BLOVEMBER 7th, MMXXIV Anno Domini at 411 PMPST

{ Crafted in advance of the #Revolution, If there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go, Don’t Worry now y’all… suck It up… link @ https://youtu.be/x1xmXOP3lhM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?