#RedDirtRoad @BrooksAndDunne @TimingIsEverything @MontgomeryGentry @ACDC #FlyOnTheWall

41 SHOTS OF COURAGE & NEPHEWS NEVER DISAPPOINT UNCLES

Conceptual analysis of all too human OGs, four seasons per year, sorry, not sorry

Like a dry dream come true, there’s nothing twixt me & the cosmic horror story

It’s ironic at best and in the realm of journey over the airwaves of the godsmack

Bright or dull, it’s still light from the burning star we call The Sun, burns to black.

In the meantime, the artificial intelligence is merely the human race to capitalize

On the ways and means gifted to humanity by beings of another realm, y’all rise

On your feet & get ready to bow to the only person on Earth you’ll prostrate for

Opened eyes to see what’s been hidden in plain sight of the minions’ metaphor.

Cleanse your palate, dilute your consumption of quarks’ charm and love of Self

Race is on from the backstretch to the finish lines of New York, Philli & Chicago

Part of me is there & another part ain’t there, anywhere near an ocean sea shelf

I’ll get you there really quickly, as simple as Jack Spat, who could eat pizza to go.

Hearing is hard, and the sights are like being blinded by the oncoming headlights

The brights signal to the incoming driver that he/she/it has one’s brights on HIGH

Not to mention the fact that we’re then ridin’ blind and dirty, lockin’ in the rights

On the left, only if you wanna stand up & be protected by the 2nd sign of 3.14 ‘pi’.

Full disclosure isn’t as full as you believed with the blind faith you offered up to Ra

Men & women like sheep, corralled for their own good, wavy graves @RareEarth

Dingbat playin’ in a loop, from story’s origin to the finale, it’s all in the New Birth

Of your mice & men, a trilogy of confusion & destitution, from Origin’s under dirt.

You’ve got a lot of nerve, as much as anyone else born & raised here & now, hence

Go back to the good old days before you had power, now you've got it, jump rope

Code for the place you ought to be is #IxNay & never forget the #IxNay or you lose

The only way to open a door’s lock to the safe place is to recall & say abracadabra.

Thinkin’ that all Chicago police used to know my name, but I don’t know why, y’all

My grampas were two high guys of a Chicago candy factory & #HotFires of smoke

Broke it all down to the most common denominator, I’ve gleaned a fraction’s balls

It’s all over 1, One or Zero, existence preceding the essence, idea out of nowhere.

Have it your way, even though nobody ever gets their way, the motif of extinction

Knowing what you know right now, how can you prove it’s the Truth, I am thinkin’

All about the words, predication and recollection of the method that exposes S#IT

Are you ready like I’m ready, warning to the wise, wisdom is a fleeting kiss of SPIT.

Becoming something before egg & sperm merge, a miracle that can never be so

Think of this & that for no reason at all, philosophize on causes & effects of blow

If it’s got a seed, it will grow with dirt & water, some edible & ingestible forever

Some just the poison that gets your end to arrive before it’s time, hate the lover.

Monkeys mated, they had no idea why, humans do the dirty dog too, functions It

Machined with organic & inorganic conglomerations, pumping verve out of Void

We may not ‘deserve’ to know, & that explains the ignorance & innocence of S#it

Took full responsibility for Karma, can’t recollect, musta been a Bad Boy to avoid.

Hint to discover your purpose, don’t waste a minute of time, sleep less, get Woke

If you don’t, then you’ll probably die before you find out, karma takes it back too

Again & again until the finale fades & the curtain comes down with no encore toke

Loved the Good Ol’ Days, as I’ve said afore, I’ll break it down, memory turns blue.

Follow this bouncing ball; it will slow down and stop due to the force of gravity ‘X’

Unknown why the surface of a spinning glob of rock & muddy water makes Life ‘Y’

If it’s not a virgin praying hard to the gods, then it’s an accidental conception of It

Whatever we are, what this world is, our infancy knew the score, throwback S#it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May the 3rd year of the Lord MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Enough said #DevilWithoutACause @KidRock link @ https://youtu.be/qcI_-OQlhv4?list=RDqcI_-OQlhv4 & #BigSmo #GoodOldDays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=leDlTSWsU01NvpZ1 & written yet comprehended in perverted versions of the olden days in an egg, all good old days, happiness’ ghost-God created divine Substance. }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

@StevieRayVaughn #STFU CHESS QUEENS PUT KINGS IN CHECKMATE WITH A SINGLE PAWN, DON'T TEST ME! #ShesGotMeUnderPressure @ZZTOP

AS ABOVE, SO WAY DOWN BELOW YO’ MAMAZ

Turned it on, turned it off, an infinite number of combinations, what’s the big deal, game on
Creepy & weird as nobody can imagine, come back after you check it all out, it’s rippin’, son
Pepper & salt can’t help the soufflé because it’s an invisible dish, outta this world pizza pie
There’s never more than a piece for a leftover; eat it before it’s cold, everybody else is high.

Living largely on the right when the left ain’t lookin’ because the dogs are deaf & dumb, high
For the course, never mind the exercise, we ain’t gonna quit until the other side comes over
To sir with love & madam with a victim complex, ride the I0 freeway with the machines to fly
From coast to coast, highway Interstate 80 in a pink Cadillac, fully equipped, drop the Top.

Bolt your boots down on the ground, the scats getting ready to fly, outrageous yet above it
Or below it because it doesn’t matter when all there is for a future is a big, black hole of 0
Hum along like a bird, outer or inner space is one and the same, without you, it’s all dead
With you, the dream resumes its ephemeral state of being at One, it’s all about the chase.

You laughing at me means you get me, down to the bone, I am the nemesis of ignorance
I have this wordless wisdom shared with spirits no longer here with us, some are comin’
Events cause other events ‘til the Earth stops revolving around me, I’m way over my limit
Shutting down the place below Earth, the good, bad & ugly call it Hell, it’s just Space chit.

Nothing out there just like inside of your own head, air in between brain cells, hot air heads
Not your fault, it’s out of your hands, prayers ain’t being heard by anyone, a nobody’s needs
Pinecones crushed into cosmic dust with the rest of the organic and inorganic anti-matter
You think, therefore you are, at least it appears at first glance, the rabbit is the mad hatter.

Grace Slick knew about a white rabbit, Cream knew about the white room, cum laude sum
Conception in the egg, in the womb-nest, a crap shoot, you had no free choice to come see
Now it’s your obligation to accept responsibility for causes that you did not create, so fairly
Your choice to exit, stage right at will, nobody survives beyond the due date, that’s It, R.I.P.!

Freaks are the offshoots of perfection; the computer hard drive is becoming a hot potato
To turn off the mind of the cyberspace connection is a good thing, no choice, we gotta go
Everybody now, let’s say it all together, “This is the master’s piece,” when it’s not the One
It’s comin’ sooner or later, only @Grok knows the chit, I know nothing, I’m good, it’s done!

 

 by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, III-XX-MMXXVI Anno Domini @1500 hours PST

{ Copped out of society for a moment to get through the @TwilightZone within my 208 bones, while jammin’ to @LynyrdSynyrd #GoldUndPlatinum on YouTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/cWIEbGxV8lo?si=u8YGUvJqhR4DieN3 }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

G N O S I S

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G N O S I S

What is up Harvey Wallbanger? #GodsTweets

#WhereIsF47?

Y’all know Harvey Wallbangers
Fear Neutrinos & The Cisco Kid

All of the stolen valor is being collected and recycled to the heroes who earn the badge

Kicked in the arse or the face makes no difference, the end of consciousness’s bandage

Unknown is wide open to a description, yet there is none, just the fear of death eternally

Nothing can be said to assuage our concern, wait for The End, it will come right on time.

Professional amateurs coalesced into an amalgam of disconnected, stand-alone kicks

Appearances of the forms and the stacked DNA matter populate this Earth, pick up sticks

You know and I know what the naïve and innocent cannot fathom: when it’s over, you’ll see

Rape yourself every day for the rest of your life by reading these words, good, bad, or fugly.

Appearance twixt the unhealthy life & the top shelf of life & love, it was all your twilight zone

Bearing unexpected gifts in my pockets & hiding places everywhere inside fake skin & bone

Follow the rhythm of the riff, it goes up and down the scale, A sharp to G flat, arpeggio alive

Notes from the dreams I haven’t dreamt yet, like the Wizard of Oz mental interruption jive.

Sloppy Joe’s presence in the chat is a few pounds short of raw meat, tomato-bean infusion

Recipe to be consumed and be metabolized by the consumer, in appreciation of mortal sin

Play it again, over and over again, because practice makes a perfect, sound-simulated error

Playing hard-softball, fast, slow-pitch, a orb 3rd stone, nine-seven innings, under pressure.

Die’s thrown, rolled down a green or an alleyway, where Sergeant Pepper went underground

Whatever it was, after the rhythm and blues began turning into hard rock upon a holy sound

Been inside and just outside Monterey, California, where I go for the cream of a green farm

Hot as a pistol, out of ammo, ala 9mm or .357, got Colt .44 strapped, the art of the sidearm.

You know what I know, and that knowledge can’t be shared with profane, everybody else's

Just because there’s only me & you in this position of knowing a Truth about species’ hells

That doesn’t mean it’s true, deception appears reasonable & rational, but it's patently false too

Blood runs up & down foot to head, ad infinitum or ‘til rigor mortis interrupts the deep blue.

Go far above Earth’s stratosphere & you’ll want to come back, but it’s rolled on the ellipse

Once you leave us, you can’t come back; nobody ever comes back; just hopes and dreams

Into a way-back machine, back into pasts where nobody ever gets to go, repeat a relapse

As if that’s an option when it’s not, never was, never will be, she duplicated winning teams.

Whether you’ve got a mule to carry supplies to a camp or not, y’all still hit gold ore Eureka

Deep up in the Sierra-Nevada, I found a mountain cave darker than the pit of an old palooka

Marvelous to know, your innocence becomes enlightened, maybe it’s not enough, but so

Respect I’m extending & expect reciprocation, if so, put your two lips together & just blow.

Signed and sealed before the overnight delivery, too fast for the flash-frost, the deal is done

Things known & named come and go, the leftovers get consumed & defalcated ‘til all done

Ipso facto, we’ll just do it again, over and over, until the operation becomes second nature

To pound away the negative & absorb the positive, explode the Neutrino, there’s only One.

Hammers on the block all began to rock from Chicago to San Antonio, over to FLA, up to MT

Left field and Right field twixt Center field, where home runs fly over fences marked 380 FT

Ready to get set & go to the ending, where angels fear to go, all afraid of darkness, my son

High or low, inside or outside, substance is an illusory, subatomic neutrino conflagration.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March XVIIth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this out of the Earth’s mantle without wisdom, knowledge or speculation on the unknown in the #Twitter #X world of cyberspatial nonsense, while inspiration cam as I listened to @WARtheBand #GreatestHits2.0 on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/YQzVnFwcR74?si=sblWufLaC1402cnA }

MISTER HARVEY BALLBANGER