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 }
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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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Schism without the Jism Gism, whatever... #WTH do you mean by this? #ThisMeansWAR! #HukunaMatada

HAVE GUNS & TRAVEL

All raving on about everything under the burning star, our sun 1/10th of a billion clicks

Harm done to nobody anywhere for any reason, it’s called a Christ-like self-made Man

Fear of the haters comin’ at me with the mob ahead of them, agitators of Flim-Flam

Safe or in jeopardy matters little once you bargain for the last breath reprieve, bam!

Higher than the highest snowcap-hilltop where nobody can breathe, out of O2 for us too

Caves yay deep in the crevice’s cracked up state of being, a cool monster meteor of H2O

Lost Space & found in Time’s revolutionary war, orbital trajectory in gravitational collapse

Singularity inside of this black hole, Raptors digested & disintegrated, TNT drones’ swarms.

Corks stuck into the bottle tops of wine & spirits that can’t be contained like a genie smoke

Bums and junkies calculated the odds of them surviving the night, avoiding death down low

Beneath the surfaces, infants rule your activity from first to last gulp of milk, suckin’ #woke

Eyes’ lids remained wide-open when rigor mortis attacked the cerebral cortex, attack #toke.

Taking cache bids for a contract, a dollar to a billion of them, compounded daily etc, etc, etc

When you see what every living thing sees the day you die, you’ll know for certain, it’s Ra

There has always been a creature that came after Nothing was Present, unaccounted it all

Holy of Holies, we revered the thing itself, reverence above our own parental DNA, our pall.

Bread and butter now in sight of the meal, scrumptious & delectable collectable are States

Of fifty, more or less, some on & one-off continent states you fly over of satellite blind dates

Intel gathering by UFO’s which are yo' Time-Space invaders, here they come, ready to aim

It’s Fire, like AC/DC sang out loud, twenty-one-gun salute, now, just do it, a cryin’ shame.

Baffle me & confound you to put us both in a pickle with an empty jar, 1st grade homerooms

Hardware and the less hard, dense matter is all there is in the Cosmos, no more to sing

Halls like caves between dirt-packed floors & walls, darker than yo' mama’s smokin’ wombs

Familiar with nobody’s family, the inquest of ancestors has reached it’s final, happy ending.

Caring for your name from Aaron to Zach, it’s about minimum wage to launch you to Europa

It takes five years, you’ll sleep four years and then rejuvenate for the landing on God’s papa

Where beaches and H2O mix with the lightning and thunder form the orbital friction spark

This here and that there, a thing itself forms, sees its reflection in H2O, no wavelength dark.

Bums and the junk accumulated in the wake of failure, educated by drones & angry birds

Targets have a bull’s eye, aiming for the center will hit the hole, splitting the emptiness herd

After life, after death, you ain’t here anymore, you’re nowhere to be found by anyone else

Smaller caliber than .22, a derringer of two rounds of powder to derange the mind’s aisle.

Higher than the stratosphere, empty Void brought the garbage together in a dump to stir

Construction paper, plastic & organic matter, a la pre & post-fecal out-houses submit to her

Mother Earth on a roll along a narrow path it’s always been on since the Big Bang, elliptical

Your memory of a moment before your material conception, that’s it, that’s all there is pal!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 10-14-2024 AD 222 PMPST

{ Cracked out of the nut while listenin’ to #DreamLover in a loop by @RickNelson on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V77qc-77Rkc?si=Z5YInnY6lGtfIiJk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouDontKnowLikeIKnow #HowMuchYouGot #WaitHereIllBeRightBack #NightDayNightDay #Nickelback #WeNeedBroads #LotsOfBroads

WE NEED BROADS & THEY KNOW IT

Something needs to be written down so that it can be said in the future world’s unborn sons
Daughters will need no boyfriends, no need to have any babies to give grand folks some kin
Dreamin’ without any appetite for the food or data combination in x’s & o’s, all in clear skin
Queer’s the same when it’s different to the perception of the freaks and triggered long guns.

Bribery or a mere kind request for assistance in the candy store where y’all comin’ for more
You’ve got nothing to trade for the addiction, except your service to terminate the appetite
Sooner than later, consider the ending right now without wasting any more time, what for
For the sake of the pride of the family you’ve evolved from, the apes of the lions’ den door.

Last breath just like the first, a shock to be dead to the world, skin & bones back for more
Just a ghost of smoke in the shapeless void that always smells like the ghosts of the whore
Known that the mystery is a secret with a code memorized, never told in spoken Word-up
For nobody anywhere can this ever be repeated, it’s a princess’ prerogative to humph-it-up.

Hefty price to pay when you’ve got the fruit of the loom right here and now in a candy store
Fancy pants thinkin’ you know it all, maybe you do, I did too but I’ve forgotten the inner core
Sounds like fury without any reason, irrational laws created to stir up the inner sanctum web
As above it is the way it’s always been, so below is the confederate state of Johnny the Reb.

Hobo from New York left bowel movements coast to coast all the way to San Diego’s hot fakes
Stole all that from San Ysidro over to San Antonio, battles with the rancheros, stole the valor
Here we are here and now, protecting the ripped off weeds and pines, almonds & landscapes
Peter named poor Richard, subtle James & archetype Albert, DNA bleeding RNA out the core.

Into eggs, the ova of the willing and inadvertent virgin conceptions below a Catholic girl’s skirt
All is good, abortion’s wrong any way you look at it, forest through trees & dreams of star dirt
Trash & rubbish are all you have to show for the significance of important up in smoke stache
Civilization invented Garbage Dumps & thermonuclear annihilation of garbage, I, white trash.

Inherited the horrid errors of random recombination of DNA, the most fit have survived pests
Which will come sooner or later but the extinction of the species won’t pass God’s smell tests
Stench of the high heaven burnt smoke of the chemicals from Argon to Xenon & deep infinity
Helium as we know it, fills balloons with frozen smoke, an electron, a neutron-proton trinity.

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum couldn’t hold a candle to the presence of miraculous things now
Before our very eyes, blinded by Light or not, we become conscious of the gods & Zeus’ glow
Look into the sun when it’s blazing in the northern or southern hemisphere of the planet, see
It was the light that blinded you, burned out your retina inside of your skull’s software party.

Dream within a dream, Edgar Allen & I agree both before & after our deaths, it’ll still be true
That life is nothing more than a random bowl of cherries that some eat & others waste too
Spheroid sweet fruit of the cherry tree to drop the seeds to grow more fruit sap onto the field
Eden’s garden maybe, maybe not, it is written and before they’d spoken, they signaled creed.

Make it all up to avoid fear & loathing results of coming to know absolute Truth, half-naked
It is embarrassing to realize that you’re as ignorant as the birthday you get, all so unaborted
Steal the phenomena without knowing that you think, therefore you exist both above the dirt
As well as being six feet underground, it’s Fact of Life #1, you’re alive & you’re gonna die hurt.

Your mama & papa gave it all they had, the rest of the story is up to you, all intent is presence
Dreams come true if you know that dreams are likely to be none other than heaven’s scents
Soul without matter yet holding power to influence Things themselves or none of the above
I ask questions I’ve already got answers to, they’re all rhetorical, woke awaken, white dove.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST
{ Intellectual regurgitation penned this afternoon while jammin’ to @Nickelback #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ULwIM6Za0QA?si=2l-_sxDTesgHY31D }
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W.W.A.R.D.?