@SuperbowlLX #Commercials2026 @Meatloaf #LetMeSleepOnIT @JanAndDean #DragCity #Thunderstruck by #LaFlaca @Santana @Skynyrd concert

LA  FLACA

OR  

superbowl lx

 find my happy

ONE BOWL OF SUPERMEN & SUPERWOMEN IN A BUGATTI

I can move as an animated bag of 208 bones, both up & down ala fire

Nevermore to repeat the never afore mentioned on a hot funeral pyre

Hating things that happened doesn’t prevent the hot recurrence of it all

Coming from nowhere you’ve ever been, between my ears in this skull.

Hysterical as you’ll be once Time itself disappears from your radar, it will

Believe it or not, no blind faith in reports ala the living, check the graves

Time above ground leaves no doubt about how long buried down under

Us & them, we’ll cut the lawns over hot-spots’ labeled granite blunders.

Years since birth to the year of finality’s death-call, resting underground

Check the hippies’ long hair for bugs, electronic or insecticide resistant

Marvelous as it appears at first blush, first glance is the 2nd glance of It

Superbowl after the first fifty-nine winners and losers, smell of bull chit.

Remarkable and above reproach, morality and ethics of the Pope & Czar

Miracles of the dead folks who were born, raised & died drinkin’ in a car

Tell the Truth, the absolute one not the relative one, do not clap the dap

Completely furious about the Great Lie, immortality is dead man’s clap.

You and the rest of y’all who worship the silver & gold, no darker black

Or lighter white to see when the sun goes down, without fire or power

It’s a matter of campfires, chasin’ away thieves, scavengers of war spoils

If you think your life is tough, it’s paradise to dead ancestors’ dirty toils.

No form that life may occupy, no place in Space is the Void’s cosmic sea

Nothing else anywhere in another dimension of timing space, no doubt

What part of the English language is unclear about the nature of reality

Setting sun is a name for disappearance of shine as Earth spins about.

Finish the fait au complet whatever that entails, deduce a happy ending

No mystery and soon common knowledge to all, humans are dreaming

Sleeping at night and death brings the eternal essence to bear, all to be

Count, spell, theorize until you mesmerize the idiot-morons in the scree.

Being beautiful and good is a tool to barter for the desires & royal needs

It is a critical theory which isn’t necessarily a Truth at all, the race is on

On the first turn or just before the backstretch of backstreet older boys

Re-center your attention, arrest it by the shore of tranquility, Zen ploys.

If & only if you don’t mind, so feel free to annoy me with a questioner

As if I don’t have another thought in my head other than you, yes sir

You may be with or without a high IQ, it matters little in rigor mortis ill

Turning the living clay back into the dust it gleaned out the Big Bang kill.

Now is the time, here is the place it all turns from water into red wine

Wish you were not who you’ve turned out to be but that’s the breaks

You reap what you sow & if you sow bad seed, you reap rotten ol’ crop

All the same, even if you have a bumper crop, y’all live to eat our cakes.

Crime to disobey the rules & laws of the middle road because of karma

A ledger keeping track of the good, the bad and the ugly from a trauma

Being conceived & born in 9 months is a miracle, like walking on water

From there, being detached from the chord, being independent of Her.

Mother Nature or your mama from another sister, is all but sacrosanct

In retrospect of the Present that followed the recent & distant Past time

Presence is Past immediately once you draw a breath & pack a suitcase

Feeling sunshine transforming my dead face back into the human race.

I was nineteen & then I saw it turn to sixty-nine, city to country river run

Starting line to the finish, I inherited a fine IQ to circumnavigate the fun

Training taught the rules & regulations, muscles strengthened, mind too

All the power stored within will be summoned to assist unto death’s flu.

High as the stratosphere & low as the Earth’s core, Nothing else matters

All of the causes and ill effects of relationships with a myriad of 96 tears

By the time the Crying’s over, everything that lived decomposes in synch

Atoms matter in form, day, swing or night shift, divinity all pretty in Pink.

by

r j j stephan i 

c. February 4th 2026 AD at 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this nutshell while jammin’ to #ALoveSupreme by @John_Coltrane link for youTube https://youtu.be/dAUIV_fwrmI & @BruceSpringsteen #OnlyTheStrongSurvive on youTube link https://youtu.be/lTRS-dNAgvA?si=5DENmBw4LTVlwTWQ }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

S P R I N G S T E E N

CHEVROLET CORVETTE

B I G   S M O

son of a bucket

S U P E R   B O W L LX

SIESTA FOR YO' MAMAS #CeLive say the old folks, #YaNeverCanTell @ThreeDogNight #MamaToldMeNotToCome @WarrenHaynesBand

ALIEN AIN’T REAL, SEEING THINGS 

Serious business beginning from the Alpha male to the Beta to the Cappa, all the above

It’s all a ruse to seize the means of production and reproduce only cogs for the machine

No free will or creativity options for any homo sapiens form, ce live, you never can shout

How fine the lines are that get drawn before your input, you can barely make them out.

Bleeding the air from the bag of wind, the form that’s all too human, as above, hung ropes

Everyone knows nothing about what’s happening here and now on Earth, not even Popes

Best guess is this is all an unfortunate accident of evolved consciousness able to take sips

Day to day, each spin of Earth’s mass on the imaginary axis, it wobbles & rolls the ellipse.

Immature as I’ve been since I was four, now I’m seventy-four and shit’s still all copacetic

Told stories about all I could recall from the olden days when I’d couple up with the Magic

Came out of the blue when I presented my presence to behold, they fell one by one, a pity

I wasn’t even trying but then the ‘nam war called me to be a perfect hero from a windy city.

I did what I could, someone was always on my mind for 8 weeks or more, then vanished too

Empty of the sweet and sour sauce that disguised the cuisine like the sky’s green-aqua blue

How many times can I touch the one I love before she disappears into thin air, my chimera

Dreaming is fine, I’ll wake up & she’ll be here, there again, picture in my Polaroid camera.

With me or without me, live as my companion and you’ll never need anything anytime soon

Host of the invaders comin’ out of nowhere in this Time or Space, breakin’ bad dimension

Why chit does what is being done, either we’re a toy or food, power to be one equal to none

Waited through the infancy, adolescence & adultery-hood, here with silver & black for fun.

Toes on the lines, start or finish until the powers that be blow the whistle or pop a .22 blank

Game with no rules begins, stays live with the clock ticking off the hour, secondary minutes

Feeling without touching anything, needs blessing undeserved yet accepted with the dank

Holy ghost giving the Word that has no sound or appearance writing in the sand as It sits.

Boards ridden on the wheels on the ground, on the water waves in the southern seas surf

Graduated right on time, launched into the bills, taxes, private residence and vehicle turf

Lips that get too loose will sink the ships that remain at sea pole to pole for the duration

Liars tell the Truth all the time but nobody believes the Truth anymore, lost in mortal sin.

Hops, skips and jumps up and down the barrios and country’s counties in gold territory

All usurped from the natives who arrived & colonized before Europa & Africa fell off glory

Pain and suffering with the relief and pleasure tweaking the never-ending nervous twitches

Absorb, assimilate and project the success of whole shebang, you recall the idiot pitches.

Then you move, animate the bones and without the need or desire to die, you stop breath

Heart stops, rigor mortis sets in, the dead cells begin to atrophy & in no time feeds Death

I defy you and you defy the others you meet after I’ve taught you defiance sufficiently, so

Love or hate me, I don’t give a flyin’ bonehead, like my old boss, what I am is below low.

In every possible case that can exhibit the shapes of Johnny Begood, that’s the rockin’ tip

Of course, before dawn comes, y’all still chantin’ #JohnnyBeGood & #GoodGollyMissMolly

It’s absolutely fine to dance & play, you’ll hear your mama call & she’ll show you a cool slip

Rainbows or absolute zeroes & ones to maintain the matrix, colors vanish, my bad, my folly.

As your mother’s voice broke the silence of the heavenly spirit uncreated by the effulgence

I know and you know about the things themselves and the origin of the omnipresent ghost

Zeitgeist as it’s formulated is imaginary shapes of variable, atomic forms of being unknown

Word, the Fire, the Logo that got Woke as a draft-dodger stealing valor as if a mind’s blown.

God’s feet animate mud, blood & beer, moving from space to space just in Time for dreams

Function of the calculus is beyond my IQ level which is a shade above, below-average jibs

Compared to Nothing, everything that’s Good & Evil is the GIFT of life, fortunate queen’s rex

Special forces workin’ on rare Earth’s deposits to facilitate your obliteration of existence X.

Push to possess total control over your free will to act responsibly with omnipotence magic

Attained once determined that the Will to Power was the key to the lock, ticket to the game

All that we are, we who may or may not believe in Love or Divinity, we’re victims of the crime

Forgiven above and below for the fresh breath of the mental illusion, dead, ran out of time.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Blovember XXI^st MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 1111 AMPST

{ Wielded this #Sword while listenin’ to #CarWash @Christina_Aguilera https://youtu.be/aVlpy5USN-E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THE WEEPING WOMAN - PABLO PICASSO

GODDESS' #420 ALLOTMENT FOOD STAMP PROGRAM EXODUS #ComeOverBaby @ChristinaAguillar #PortillosHotDogs420

WITHOUT OR WITH EVERYTHING ON IT 

Kill the lights and I’ll take care of the rest of the whole shebang, a clear dark hole

Fire down there in the hole, way down at the uttermost echelon of the smoke pits

Rising above the grave allotted to you & I, maybe above the urn or bag of dust bits

Rattle and hum as the vibration leaves the essence of what echo it left in your soul.

Hens and roosters resume it all every morning, matter and energy moving 24 ticks

Duration of a drone in neutral mode, out of synch with a digital orbit of cyberspace

Disintegrate after you’ve read all of the words over all of our heads, alien philosophy

Talking scat-speaking, no alpha or beta waves in the mix, from land to the blue sea.

Fear you and loathe me because I fear you, it’s self-loathing in a beautiful way, I say

As if that’s a possible world where it can survive the less than fit loathing every day

Remains to be seen, moving on from the conundrum without a solution, I’ll see & call

I’ve got a royal flush & you don’t have four aces, nothing’s wild, All the gold, I win it all!

Worth more than a penny from heaven, 16th POTUS retired billions of One cents’ copper

Made the inside and outside appear exactly alike, the difference is that one is more dapper

Outside is appearance of the thing itself, container of the inner sanctum effulgence in flux

Hard or soft to be rocked in the cradle of love with or without the skin & bones of dark lux.

Somebody to be a fool of another, speculation of the nature of beasts and their predators

Raw live killed and bled out to be burnt nearly into leather, cut into bits, masticated cores

Fission of the atoms in utero ready to implode and explode into smithereens’ tidbit “X”’s

No “Y”’s smithereens until they merge, intersect the acid in subatomic mix, big as Texas.

The topless bars wouldn’t work at all if everyone wasn’t so excited by a naked human form

It’s All the way that the species has survived, dancing provocatively to get knocked up too

Poor males way too young to comprehend a reason for their over-the-top malfunction zoo

Cradle of love is rockin’ back & forth, to and fro, as above so below, First Form was a Worm.

Ends come after the beginnings, logic and reason allow comprehension and assimilation blow

Pretend that you’ll live forever, that this life you experience is not temporal, not temporary so

It’s a permanent marker of breathing and moving in and out of trouble, be like a volcano flow

Nothing can stop the scalding hot effulgence but the freezing cold ocean-sea, God Earth Go!

You and I will get what we deserve or we’ll escape the danger before our karma gets a return

Always in debt for the nature of the created beast is bestowed the free will to choose all evil

Even the good as it is may be a mere illusion, that everybody knows must be rocked in cradles

Life will not be pretty without performing the creator’s responsibility, A bombs droppin’ hells.

Lack of love, pain and suffering & a ball and chain to heavy to carry another yard, MVP zeroed

Curfew honored, slept through the darkness’ 8 hours of pitch black, dreamt of birds that crowed

Easy rollin’ on a slippery slope, there’s what all goes in vain, shakin’ & rattlin’ all above I try to fly

Some girls and boys never get it, never win, the rest salute the trip, drop some kids & up & die.

Existentially metaphysical without being aware of the exercise in futility, on the A-Train at the L

Beat me up on the corner because I trusted the humanity to behave as I would, they did not, so

Left the neighborhood, went on to hide in the karate dojos of my trippin’ around here, job blow

No fools ever settled all scores, I win 1 to Nothing, anyway, it’s O & 2, batter-up, y’all go to hell!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, November 14^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while loopin’ #CradleOfLoveRock  @billyIdol link @ https://youtu.be/NCZuYS-9qaw?si=zn-raAD4r8r4CzAm }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Contained #FreeBawlin' #KidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch

WHAt the wolf Said

 to the crow 

“This is the way” down the middle of a fork in the road, neither ahead nor behind balls

As it is all above the Earth’s surface, it is inside the DNA replications of divine spark fire

Mankind being all too human, all created by design or accidental collision free-for-alls

Really it’s all about the way you react to the effects of the First Cause, got no spare tire.

Onto the miracle happening every moment you blink your eyes, it’ll suddenly stop too

Before you’re ready unless you’re conscious and terminally ill, humanity colors it blue

Beat and rhythm to animate the 208 bones occupied by some foreign agent verve, Me

As you are, so I am, just one of the many tryin’ to get over without bein’ a burden flea.

In or out of the bed I retire and dream upon each night, there’s this animated cinema

Nobody is tryin’ to achieve the best actor or best actress but there’s a pitch for an Oscar

Holding hostages just like your secret powers, close to the chest, nobody knows, so far

Comes into the empty house with a blown mind, nowhere to go, nothing but my trauma.

Points counted as one & two, imagine a line between them & a third point’s connection

Driving and steering the course at the maximum velocity of a tachyon, got there my son

Without delay, reason for the trip finally disclosed, there was never a purpose less one

Out in the open, under the sun, daylight glow around it 360 degrees, fourth dimension.

Games played to be won unless you cheat & shave points or miss shots, passes or goals

Blood in veins is blue before it hits the oxygen, hydrogen & nitrogen, then crimson souls

Glow corpuscle after corpuscle in order of death by air, it’s all there is, no God, nothing

Astronauts and cosmonauts know, they told someone but not everyone, Aliens singing.

High times and low spaces make this world go around until the thing itself returns to it

Things alive and others dead weight in gravitational collapse without a conscience chit

Making it comfortable to live out life as you’ve come to know it, is all that matters to Kid

The Kid’s third way always was the only way it could be, hillbillies got fool’s gold all hid.

Spank and listen to the complaints from the sweet and low punks in the boondocks

Pretty babies turn into pretty girls, fine women, sisters turn into the mothers’ pax

True, fine love lurks neighborhoods tryin’ to make more family for the hens & cocks

The stake is that nobody loves you like the way I do, early death or immortal of sax.

High on the totem pole, above the fray to see Nature above & below the holy spirits

Beer, wine, magic peaceful smoke, to be or not to be is what space cowboys do, tits

Pickers, grinners, lovers, sinners, jokers, midnight tokers, peace & love to a hip ‘E’

With nothing more nor less than your conception, Life is your final downhill ski.

Life inside will go home since it’s been gone so long, shake the peach tree all up

A bushel and a peck later, we’ve got enough for ten pies, fire up the oven with 7up

Fly like an eagle, land only to take a wing break, mission to find a cool breeze, son

You’ll follow your own beak the same way, if not you, who will load the shotgun?

Learned on the trike, training wheels on a two-wheeler to a 26” red Schwinn Xmas

What a super gift to shuffle around Chicago when I was a teenager in paradise past

Funk happened since then, sixty years hence, here at one in California gold’s dust

Degrees & Pensions accumulated, made cool folks proud, all in a Viet Nam dance.

I went to the sock hop but it ended before I arrived, my girl went off with another

Or so I’ve been told in the end, none of it mattered, the song got sung to a mother

Days spun the years into decades closer to unknown malfunction or the cool fate

Called us since day 1 of our first breath, we can’t forget, remind me to not be late.

Fruits of the trees, apples of the Earth’s seeds created from a Big Bang’s shrapnel

Here we are, some of us have already gone or haven’t arrived, within an M&M shell

Atmosphere of gas bubble that won’t burst without a fission or fusion catalyst push

Accidental or intentional, cosmic soup to be drunk, Fate eaten, God seen, a @Rush.

Wolves don’t say anything, they don’t talk at all, but the crow heard the inner bark

A look at the eyes looking at the prey or the hunter/killer of its animated life spark

Before long, present turned to future past, a feast of prey metabolized, bloody DNA

Now then, day of YOUR death, know you’ll turn to scat, as God's immortal RNA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{God built a dam to contain the H2O, this was an overflow & the words will disappear 30 seconds after you read them! WORD up!}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?