What Is Hip? Tell me if you think you know. @TowerOfPower #IdLikeToKnow #BackToTheGoodOldDaze #OnTheBorder #JamesDean

On the border, there’s no peace of mind

Which forms of possible life shapes are created upon this planet, and which forms play a skit

Question everything, proverbial conundrum answer using logic & reason yields theory knots

Knowledge and wisdom from the teenage years revolving around the sun are scarce; I forgot it

What you’ve had since your conception in the womb is a vivid hallucination of Indian ink blots.

No, there will be no elucidation of the polymorphic statements to follow, onto beg, but what if

Nothing lasts forever, and being fortunate to be present and conscious are the holy souls, all in

The atmosphere is surround sound built to foster the illusion that Nothing is something to spin

No need to become a beast of burden, as I watch a monster herd plunge off of a dead-end cliff.

Sixteen years around the sun and suddenly a few decades later you’re runnin’ down eighty plus

It’s just luck that allowed my presence to remain above ground, take my word for it, I’d be dust

In or out of the military service didn’t matter to me; danger was everywhere I went to visit y’all

This or that side of the Pacific Ocean, my water under the bridge, my arse rolled into an 8-ball.

The category of the substance is the shape and form of the subatomic reactions here and now

When we die, as all life does, you will either be blacked out of light or soul-jump a time zone

Hardball or softball must be thrown, caught, or hit by a wooden bat; only you & I know it’s true

Never see the Truth with blinded eyes, know the Truth inside your heart & soul, sky god all blue.

Whiskey & Rye close the deal, what was for sale is bought, hook, line & sinker for cold hard cash

It becomes divided when you’re one solid piece is broken by a tragedy you can’t delete & dash

Deeply unconscious beyond being awakened by a noise from the environment, the ego is dead

Neither the superego nor the id has any presence either; it’s extinction, go to sleep, go to bed.

Wind at our backs once the awareness becomes the grave we’re buried in, underground or not

This life after death will not allow recollection of life before death; nobody will recall their robot

It’s a bit cruel for the ones who put their time into blind faith & the prophets of doom or reward

For being obedient to a standard of morality, to be a good human being who does no evil ever.

Treating every life form as if they are you & you must survive the threat of extinction of all of us

What I am is what I am, a being breathing in and out for the duration of my transitory existence

An empty mind at first filled to the hilt with nonsense to the apex alpha male, Australopithecus

Epic tragedy & comedy becoming both absurd & everything there is, ain’t no god in any of us.

Horrible as above as it is below, empty outer space of heavenly ether’s stayin’ alive is sacrosanct

Jump or don’t jump, wait, what? I’ll survive a fall, nobody survives a room on fire, BBQ smack

Advent or Lent won’t save your soul, Adamic & Evealicious apple on a wisdom-free snake tree

Evolved calculus, existential realist be damned, 10 commandment trippin’, yielded immortality.

Bagged and packaged for resale, you will love the finale of the comedy and the tragedy, all good

Nevermore will it ever be necessary to fabricate the Truth, no hiding from the killers of the food

Reality parsed into subjects and objects for predication, all names of people, places & hotrods

One cell bacteria and viruses all with the code for survival, a perennial safe place for One God.

Ghetto at the bottom of the mountain returns to the bottom of the sea, Earth’s wobbling, amen

Could have and would have if I might have had the opportunity that was knocking at my indoor

Outdoor movies kept my attention for 10 minutes, maybe 20, before I headed for a concession

Those girls were some daughters of some mothers and fathers I had never usually met in prison.

Ants and the other insects were here before mankind, before the primates arrived by accident

A mutation due to radiation means everything is everything, today, yesterday, every single day

You developed faith and hope and charity, yet you’re still a hopeless sceptic, love with intent

Fruit in the garden attracts the rats and roaches, paradise gets creepy, crawling vermin to play.

Thunder’s down under the direct objects, you’ll see the lightning first, then it’s bam and boom

A sign that there’s something more to life than just me fulfilling me, my needs and wants soon

Thinking I’m not gonna live forever, mortality is my forte, I know the Truth and I’ve no reprieve

Song of Delaney & Bonnie, intrigue in a loop, #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow, don’t refuse to believe.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March 9th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Tricked my psyche into this hoax of saying something about nothing for 900 words or less while listenin’ to @DelaneyAndBonnie #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/O0EJAzTmo9w?si=bfEmizI_RzGCsqJ6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My Muse.

#NothinFancy @Skynyrd #NorthernLights #RIP @Neal_Sedaka #OhCarol #CalendarGirl @BigSmo #BackToTheGoodOleDaze #IJustWannaGoBack @CoreyCrowder

TIME OUT IN THE CORNER, HUFF GOD’S ANGEL DUST

Curb all your intent for your reputation, the Silurian hypothesis that Dr. Who hypothesized

You’ve got another thing comin’ when you arrive at your predestiny back into cosmic dust

No consciousness or recollection of the reason why the cosmos produced Earth & God fear

Hey women! Are any of you watchin’ what the men have been mutating ad infinitum, dear?

Earth will atrophy, in history that hasn’t happened yet, apocalypse merges with the One too

Millions of years before right here and now, there was something there and then, stone blue

You are not certain that the absence of history explains the origin of the solar system’s rocks

Planets and moons burned until only ash in an empty vacuum of atomless Space, tattoo fool.

Compression of subatomic particles are without intent, look for the scars & tattoos of lovers

Earth PETM is what tells the whole story, we were a star and our mind is all carbonic leftovers

Climate change is more or less status quo of the humbling shock, anoxia fool in Maximum PET

All you know is about all that you’ll ever know, the catastrophe is inevitable, we’re the tools.

Survive by lucky fortune being in the right place at the right time, the extinct blew in the wind

To comprehend the mystery we all need to die to the Earth, Wind & Fire, but we’re not ready

Never can be ready to absorb the unnamed life force we call divine, the gods or All the Above

Liquid rock rolling down the riverbeds toward the equator, some north & others south, I love.

Hidden in plain sight but only the blinded by the light will know it when they see it, blinded

Cross-eyed the cause of distortion, everything on Earth, all things in every galaxy God bred

Pure thought of this idea, conception occurs in random, reverse order of cause and effects

First came before the Last Cause, a Lost Cause, dream within a dream, all too human defect.

Unseen by human eyesight since the thing itself, a catastrophe is the description of chaos

Unexpected and overwhelming at one & the same time, Earth is sinkin’ into the salty sea

Matter and everything microscopic & macroscopic triggers the destabilization of all atoms

Remote needs a recharge to keep its selection of synchronistic theories for my baby bums.

Unknown Past is hypothetical because the known is here & now right before our very eyes

Dead without the Living is Nothing at all, zero from zero yields zero, it never bakes the pies

Cherry to apple pie, fully packed within the crust, allow understanding a mystery Gobeklitepe

In this place in Space at this Time, present and at one with the solid, liquid and gas of Earth.

Black denim & chrome to the bone the hillbilly deluxe duo skipped a decade or three, shots?

You know and I know it’s all about the parties before the children came to be coddled robots

Not that it was their fault or anything, scat happens and then one side backs down, a hotwire

Nobody stays mad too long after the banjo stops strummin’ the flames into great balls of fire.

Beginning about sundown, the party moves ahead to midnight & beyond, my place or hers

Antimatter of Time in this party Space, movin’ the molecules into formation for the equation

An unknown becomes invisible to the ones who’ve been blinded by good old days of my bros

Put yourself in my place, on second thought, skip it, hope you’re never in my place of holes.

Remember those olden days? Yeah you know you do, before the kids & the old men jivin’

Hope your daughters don’t have to put up with the internet and apple phones, I’m singin’

Good old days on the way to never comeback, except on your daddy’s 8mm film edit of Us

Not on our dimes, they all got good intentions but left it to revert to it’s original cosmic dust.

Fear just because you don’t know you can defeat that in a flash, with your honored fathers

Bills need to be paid, kids to be raised, work to be done, houses to be built, we catch fishers

Dim consciousness due to the early glue sniffin’ in grade school, middle & high school, etc

Lucky I made it out of there alive, dark places I didn’t recognize but escaped by the skin of…

Peeled the fruit & metabolized the solar sugar out the Earth’s vitamin C and minerals to be

Go ahead and try not to get lost when you find I’m not behind you anymore, now you’ll see

It’s all on you, not me at all and it never was on me, but I swallowed the blame, consumed

For I know, I believe, nothing but a catastrophic collapse of the galaxies into the mushroom.

Don’t shoot the messenger, I may be wrong but I bet my bottom dollar whatever that is

That I’m right & anyone who disagrees with my hypothesis is wrong, by definition for this

A throw-back classic sometimes just crops up in its own good time, might be cool or trash

Bottom line, it’s all about the good ol’ days, for real, y’all recall, ladies & gents, join MASH.

Smooth talker and a crooner from the holy nights back in the good ol’ days, I remember being

Feels like just yesterday, in and out of the jails of the sheriff and constables’ counties of sin

Never forget the boogie woogie, rock and roll, jammin’ the rap, blues & jazz, good ol’ days

No reason not to return if you could, for one New York Minute, impossible, remembering’.

Fill her up my dad used to say that to the gas station attendant & it was a smell of odiferous

Nobody knew that this little boy was inhaling gas fumes & getting’ sick for no reason but US

Never tell the folks that the kids were bein’ poisoned for the good of civilization & culture chit

Being alive and kicking when your other eight lives have already been lived & gone, this is It!

My like of living goes way back to the ladies cuddling up with my baby ass when I was 2 & 3

Hey those were the good ol’ days for real, party everywhere my ma & pa took me to absorb

Birthdays of relatives and saints of the Catholics of my father’s & mother’s blind faith to be

Thanksgiving & Holy Day’s circumcision of a crucified god son of an almighty Zeus, a sun orb.

What were these ignoramus’ philosophies going to do other than accelerate the extinction

No free choice in the decisions to launch nuclear missiles all over Earth to full annihilation

Weather permitting in a quarter of a million years hence & heretofore, there will be blood

With the doom and gloom, love will blend & create animation out of dead air in the mood.

Compare the gold medal to the stanley cup because you’ve won both, guilt of the crime too

Hat tricks puttin’ pucks in a goalie’s mask, more stitches where a face used to be so GD blue

Bloody old words in deduced assumptions and conclusions, fill a Void ½ full of bovine scat

Truth is, Earth is an accident of the sun’s appearance due to a Big Bang & Space/Time warp.

Ain’t my place to be in 1st, 2nd or 3rd but I always show up for the party even under the gun

Pin & needles fillin’ the holes with sharp points that will stick up those who don’t have fun

There will always be a fight somewhere, sometime and you’ll be involved in it, inevitable sin

Asserting dominance over subordinates is a legit form’s play, controlled pink & black for skin.

All about the subjects and objects in Space being predicated in Time, now is past, I’m ahead

Being present in the one presence, no doubt about it, all holy chit’s embedded in my forehead

Not only but also, every time it happens every place, humans remain mortal, we got your six

Grilled and drilled to be the disseminator of the immortals’ leftover philosophy of dialectics.

Alas, I’m going to need you to amend a revolting development, out of your control

It’s all in my purview and I will accept full responsibility for the actions & reactions

Of every mouse & human who acts out the avoidance of extinction, multiplication

They are all each one of them responsible for survival of the grounded amphibian.

All we are and have always been, is the epitome of the disembodied, mighty original

Imagine Nothing, absence of absolutely everything that’s a form of matter ala seminal

Dreaming about where it all began, helped to feel good about runnin’ with Blues boys

Started all over on the road so many time, I know it had to end but it didn’t, God’s toys.

Slinkys and squirt guns, water balloons and hide & seek neighborhood tricks and treats

Escaped that asphalt and CTA transfers from avenue to boulevard, great lake to suburbs

Blood dried and became the dust it originated from, activity recollected, prehistoric feats

Drum roll, curtain rises, one actor on the stage, alone without props, kicked to the curbs.

Needing your wants & wanting your needs, all dreams come true the day after you awake

Fools you’ve never seen before, everywhere around every corner, in every church & mall

Downtown, uptown, big state’s in small towns or big cities in small states, all of ‘em, y’all

Like babies who swallow watches while singin’ about spillin’ wine on me, for God’s sake.

From a posh penthouse to the basement bedroom of a ghetto abode, a concoction drain

Souls move in and out of the machine’s ghost, egg to egg transported by a crazy flagellum

In ebb and neap tide mode, a mass in counter revolution, swishing water on the brain stem

Known about the unknown since conception, forgot a minute, remember now, need REM.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, February 27^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1201 AMPST

#HappyBirthday99pops   #IMissYouMan  RIP DADDIO

{ Jacked this up while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #PhiladelphiaFreedom in a loop on youTube link at https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo?si=b9IJxL7gVe5JK7tw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HeadKnockers #DogGod #DotHeadExclamation #DogfatherEntropy #TearsInHeaven @EricClapton #SlowHand

GODS OF THE UNIVERSE FAILED TO PLAY REVERSE

Hair of a toy dog made the hair on the back of my neck stand up at attention

No way to lie about the feeling, either as old as ice or as hot as lava-molten

Left without a choice, you & I get what we’ve got, it’s all out in the wide open

Realization of the consciousness inside of you & its mortality is a reality spin.

Willing to spend the time rollin’ around the sun with someone else’s thin skin

Upward and outward until you can’t be seen by telescope or cosmic radiation

Ultraviolet to infrared, visible and invisible yet representative of the Big Bang

It happened before our Time, deduced via logic & reason, words Plato sang.

So many things to roll around in the mind trying to let the wheels drive you nuts

To be heavy for 18 hours every day, sometimes 24, in harmony or in solo ruts

Losers and winners all do what they can to finish first, falling short is attitude

To lose is unacceptable and to fail at winning is unacceptable, hence no good.

By the time y’all and I get to the final resting place, mummies or dust, it’ll dawn

As above, so below we’ll recognize the facts of life our father in heaven let down

Life is transitory here and now, nobody knows what the hell is following the finale

Except a deep Void we’ve originated from beyond dark desert highways, let’s bale.

Alrighty then, people are just people, I heard them say, welcome to Hotel California

Dancing to remember and to forget the same things, night after night, in a cantina

Lovely place to surprise your tired eyes, you feel the safety of stupid ignorance, so

Never forget, can’t kill the beast, the defense was competent, deflected black snow.

Whipping the self into shape by random introductions to impossible conundrums

Yet, solvable by the genius that I didn’t know that I was, so I’ve been told, yet again

What the hell good is it to be one, just someone that knows effects that will happen

Before strangers can see the signs, stream ahead in the clear, y’all in Cognito bums.

Chirping the rhyme with or without any good reason, irrational attempt to be a god

Just another lonely soul, boy or girl turned man or woman without a soul sacrifice

To be or not, is all that they entertain when they’re oblivious to being too human

Too late after the last breath, the huff, the puff & appointment with the Sandman.

If you by some chance have not followed the assumptions to the deductions’ gist

In a nutshell where the nut resides is the only place in Space to compromise this

History before you were born and after you die make no difference in every case

Think, you’re no god, you’re human, too human, you’re finite in a mystery phase.

Fearing the unknown, the future, the death of your bones & blood, that’s decrepit

Avoid the fear of 208 bones failing to animate, yours & others have no choice in It

Life, existence, animation, dissolution of Reality as we know it, it’s all a ruse to be

A bargain to get here to experience the Oneness of Being here & now, Whoopie!

Call them head knockers if you would like to be accurate, they know who they are

Once you get into the crowd, there’s no turnin’ back until you’re in your rockin’ chair

Please don’t make me say it again, Head knocker, comin’ on, real strong showstopper

I knew how to love to be just like that, the showstopper, then went in Cognito Zen.

Low beams on the highlights to trim the fat before the short trip on a long ramp deck

’57 coupe in my driveway, I need to get out on Highway One coastal rattlesnake bar

Worth it if you complete the trip, something to remember, keep your motor runnin’

Get the rubber on the road brand new, spare & tools, on the way now to mortal sin.

Baby let me love you, or maybe don’t but if you did, you’d wonder why you wouldn’t

If you’re talkin’ to me with that baby let me love you jazz, it ain’t what I’d have sent

Here and now, I offer you a covered back and a loyal head knocker from a windy city

Finale with the outro fading into the Void, lights out, light into a dot, period, Shitty!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, February 22, 2026, @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted this while jammin’ @Foreigner #Headknocker in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bJAlADV6f2I?si=8V240fDX1CbctZ-3 }

#WaitingOnASunnyDay @Springsteen WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE #SonOfAGun #PistolaWhipolito #Skynyrd #ZZTop #RIP @DILBERT

RIP  @DILBERT

 { Scott_Adams }

1 MORE CHANCE, ON 1-11
TIE back PULITZER HANDS OF TIME

Which pain in the rear are you referring to?  Me?   You jumped the shark, enjoy the hot ride

There’s a low-grade hill ahead and after that last climb, you’ll have to return to the ice glide

Mama and papa had no idea that the love they made created this globule of temptation’s fit

To be or not to be inside the beautiful as it should be, it’s always that way, no eating, no s#it!

Bits and pieces of the honey emitted from the bee’s hive, stung repaid for the pain, rejoice it!

Leaving Earth now, takin’ off 8 miles high with no gravity, it ain’t holdin’ me down in the pit

I have a hall pass, I move about from here to there without restriction, I can’t sleep as a shill

Back and forth with the hands of Time, this Space between my ear’s aches but it’s so grateful.

Bottoms up for my father & mother had the trick down pat, was easy as pie to make me crack

Great tricks made from ’51, here & now, stopped Time, on my Watch, I’ll pour the Jack Black

Slammin’ Tennessee whiskey down the gullet as if there was no tomorrow, it’s a super roast

Where’s my other half? She was right here a minute ago, she’s gone but left me a holy ghost.

Grim as tomorrow will be when I can’t wake up or start all over, a twilight zone of one godson

Follow the bouncing balls, it’s a rhythm and rhyme that moves the tiny baby’s ghost, can’t run

Bringing every atom you’ve gleaned since your conception, protons & neutrons, now go play

Excited electrons shocking the ghost’s soul into a death spiral into the Singularity’s star array.

Watch behind your blind spot, it’s right there & it will be the last thing on your mind, as above

It is that way below the full universal particulars & it’s the same way above the fray, in a dove

Flight from rest to the hilt of the four-leaf clovers, everywhere Earth’s dirt sets, it’s luck of Irish

Spring soap or whiskey from a green isle, turned me into all that I am, head of a snake & fish.

Here’s the real & unreal mixed up into a ball of confusion, living eternally in species extinction

My enemies and friends merge into the gravitational collapse, it makes no sense, All skin is sin

You kiddin’ us? We’re surviving for nothing? Heaven above or hell below? You idiot savants!

One last try, I gasp, a final pull of air, hold it in as if underwater, eyes wide open, it’s nonsense.

You’re alive then you’re dead, can’t sleep at night thinkin’ that this is all there is for all of us

All the holy folks, men & women full of blind faith to fix their fear of death & dying for a sign

Bleeding out five pints of bloody rivers inside the capillaries & burst aorta, lights die, he sighs

Creeping and crawling to stay out of sight, forgot about being invisible to all too human eyes.

Spirit is more than what’s in the bottles of mash and hops, shooting stars, dying blown lights

Time and Space made this here, right now it’s animated but it will be gratefully dead & gone

In a New York Minute or a flash in the pan, it’s frying and cooking the hard to be skin-so-soft

Avon lady moved the bath water in circles to spread the skin slicker from head to toe’s bone.

Don’t drink and eat constantly or you’ll be a lard-arse full of refused electrons, all fast times

Bottles & relief pitchers carrying the water for you, we can’t drink in polluted springs & ponds

On this middle path, you can see on the right & the left, they’re all dying like flies on the grid

Know nothing, prove nothing, see everything as a mystery solved, now you know, I’m The Kid.

Watch Time pass in Space, me & you blown away by the passage of momentous occasions

Which require us to be but never not to be at one with the second of birth and death sins

Mothers and fathers cannot determine the gender of the offspring but it’s not a big deal

What is more important than survival of the most fit? Nothing at all and now let’s get real.

Spirits dank & drunk up the sober & solid men who feared Death, fearless exposure to Ends

Rocks roll soft after obliteration, dust in the wind for the purpose of discussion’s self-defense

Every holy man and holy woman I’ve never met will also die like the evil, we’re all too human

Effects are happening constantly, they have a perennial creator, It precedes mom’s existence.

As above when astronauts have flown too high to be connected to the historical culture of us

So below we follow that precedence, a vacuum of atomless anti-matter quarks on a magic bus

Mills of a substance which precedes Existence itself are full of the cannoli filling, divine munch

Last gasp before you deny that everything is Nothing, I told you so, chocolate drippin’ punks.

Era before the future is right this moment, history happening without being recognized as Life

It’s all aliens from another galaxy search for while traveling Time & Space as we know it, strife

No need to eat the living things that die when we kill them, above the ground, Godson all US

One form of life isn’t well connected to a work of art machine, origin to extinction, Divine bus.

I built my orphaned form from a scratch, gleaned the gods’ good, bad & naturally ugly brood

Nothing is out of the content, atoms and anti-matter finalize the argument, deduce, conclude

Why speak to be understood when nobody cares what you say, a thing to make my heart sing

Truth, Justice & the original sin’s way, commandments to behave & reciprocate the kind thing.

Never say never but I do all the time, then it’s the time for the proper response, it’s all Never

Forever remembered what can’t be forgotten, heroes that saves the Life we enjoy, god is dead

All above & below y’all work the Yin & Yang into a froth, a tizzy to be dealt a final, losing hand

A blow, take It or not, you’ll feel It when It comes, kiss my data points, bloody all, too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, Janvier XIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this scat flambe of critical thinking and pretzel logic in a few hours this AM since I didn’t complete my mission yesterday, need & want remain one & the same, JUMP!  Jammed to @John_Mellencamp LIVE ON YOU #MTVunplugged on youTube link @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iupFC0WAvHs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?