#TakeSomeOffTheTop #CrewCutsFineHoundDog #HoodooManBlues @Joanna_Connor #BluesPurples @KipMoore @ChrisJanson @Beachboys

SIGN UP AHEAD SAYS IT ALL,

TWILIGHT ZONE, SHOOT FOR THREE!

Into the void place, you either know it or you don’t, if you do not know, you will too soon

Before you’re ready to roll, the accident or the assistance request fills up the full moon

Work is what it’s all about, the old Russian philosopher plays rock on an electric guitar

As if being channeled from above the tallest Alp to the hot, molten lava planetary core.

Force of anti-gravity and momentum are the Earth orbit mocking atomic electron charm

Pour your attention into learning the way to survive in a hostile or docile environ of harm

Brace yourself for the stone, cold truth about the reason why mankind exists here at all

There’s no argument against the facts, even blind & deaf people can braille see the call.

Deluxe and premium essence to be taxed at 50% all judged by states of lost mind stuff

Closed eyes one last time and there may not be anyone there to see your final wink/blink

Either way we’re all going to return to the place we were before Ma & Pa copulated me in

It’s not my creation so don’t shoot the only messenger you’ve got, so fortunate my son.

Stay put right where you live, never give up your ground to the government mules’ gamut

Some day and some way the First Cause will galvanize the Final Effect, dressed, split gut

Like the prey the brave hunter/killer was just in the mood to survive, to live with a rat race

Imposed the all too human wills on the innocents, they’ll comply & avoid fraud & waste.

Right between your eyes at the top of your nose, there’s a temple holding a mortal soul

Keeping lungs breathing on autopilot regardless of quality of consciousness’ rigmarole

Schematic of your highness on the downlow in a corrupted petri dish of bacterial hells

Inferior intellects created government of masses, they had no magical wand of spells.

Western civilization needs to go back to the seventh century in civilization flux to behead

You and I, even the executioner and judge eventually once concubines & queens are dead

Fear being all too human, it’s the thought that counts, free will causing all special effects

Think of being a thing itself in the form of a human, shape of an ape, survive domestic sex.

Scents of wet animals in an enclosure, fouling out the oxygen level, a claustrophobic man

On getting out of prison in time to get to @TimeSquare, I’ll be damned if I’m goin’ back too

Holy ghosts can bring reinforcements to force compliance of the super snakes, too human

Wrote the note, hid the words behind the brick in the wall, it was really all in all a stone fan.

Miracles are impossible special effects which can’t be repeated experimenting, not a Truth

Facts cannot be mutated without transforming into lies, stating untrue arguments forsooth

High or low vice versa too, until death do us part, fighting for survival to be free of holy kings

Soul on frozen ice still embedded in the hard H2O, a beat of hard knocks on big tire O-rings.

Holier than the holiest ones who remain celibate for life, avoiding a species’ sin production

If no daughters or sons are born, original sin won’t be created & won’t need forgiveness’ pin

Hence, perception dream animated as a film, a cinematic reproduction of conscious mind

New Year 2026 in the wings, ready to put a pedal to the metal, wet dreams appear & rewind.

To be or not to be is a question avoiding the consequences of pretending it all matters, s#it

There is no answer to the rhetorical juxtaposition of phraseology, except nobody knows It

Why nobody knows is because all the dead people who were born first were ignorant in sin

They failed to write down the language in surviving media out of Mother Earth annihilation.

Pertaining to the final Cause of the final Effect, unprecedented, all unpredictable at best

Words said, sung, stated and distorted into cancellation of what your blind faith let rest

Underground buried six feet beneath the surface and holy cross of granite, I.D. and record

Above ground in clear sight of my disembodied consciousness, I graduated, a Red Horde.

Picked the A-team to win the championship of this & that without knowing why, just to win

Pretentious as TNT could be when you lie and forget what the lie was, you’ll contradict a sin

Paying for the faking of the Truth eventually because the karma never vanishes from a soul

Astrally fixed this askew planet below, spins, wobbles, orbits & lets history be, death’s goal.

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r j j stephan, i

C.  Mercredi, Freezember XXXI^st, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@KORN #WordUP

@PABLO_PICASSO 

WHAT’S UP?  Love’s enough,
MORE WORDS TO DIE FOR

I ran out of lies that even gods despise and it’s water beneath your highness’ bridge

Nothing I can do about the river of life’s current or thrust to the seaside sand ridge

It’s exactly like this above & below the twist & shout of silence & bliss, spoiled brat

Impetus to run out of solar energy to burn into a blacker hole than a ghost in a cat.

Take and put it back where it came from, post haste & never forget the owed debt

Speaking language from baby to adult, misdirected & miscomprehended empty set

Adaptive learner from calculus to trigonometry & back to the geometric algebraic cats

Diamonds to space dust, it will spin, it’s learnin’ the Truth without hedging the rats.

Learnin’ that the lies are the good, bad & ugly part about Life On Earth, I’m winning

For now & hope with the grace of the gods, I’ll survive unto the 2050’s mortal sinning

Seriously folks, thoughts remain echoing from Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, mercy gism

Ultraviolet to infrared of the spectrum’s appearances when distorted by crystal prism.

Hay is for horses, I’ll feed them later, I mean “HEY” & it’s a call to legs, not arms, hence

Give it all you’ve got, there’s nothing else that will move you more than common sense

Whisper the lovers name in their ear when you get the chance, it won’t hurt to be nice

You may never get another moment in the future, it’s not your fate but it’s a high price.

More than anyone wants to pay, can’t get it on credit, it’s all pay in advance, straight up

Promise you’ll pay for the wins and the losses since you are both the loser & the winner

Chills up your spine like I spoke your peace that you couldn’t verbalize, linguistical fear

Bills and invoices all paid before they got invoiced, all of Earth’s rhyme & reason’s tear.

Murphy’s Law is written without letters, words or tales form the dark sides of our ol’ kin

If it can go wrong it will go wrong but if there’s a probability that it’ll go right, we itchin’

As if I know that everything depends on my intent & placement of my will, as it happens

Magical occult creating cause and effect of microscopic & macroscopic Joy & Suffering.

When you die, all of us will see the Truth, eyes wide open to rigor mortis, need stuffing

Burial with or without the celebration that we’re all gonna go sometime & some no delay

Pray it ain’t you or me but it’ll be whomever gets the last breath, silent & quiet in a finale

Much like wakin’ up after a dream, Life is your sleep-deceit, die, awaken, immortal King.

Love that never asked for more was the only love I ever gave or took, I was a perfect fool

Still, silence is the best part of the storm, when it’s over there’s nothing left but me & you

Everything else drifts away except your touch, our look into each other’s inner soul Geist

Still inside or outside of the whirl of the planet, eternity is a certainty, grace is my Ghost.

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richard joseph stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember XXX^th, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

#StonedInLoveWithYall #MiseryAndEcstasyAtOne #RIP-ROB

BEFORE DROWNING IN SPEW,

SWALLOWED WHOLE BY THE funk GODS

Sho’ ‘nuff could be worse than you thought at first, in the second place, show you’re right

Gangbanging your heads together until the skulls crack open like a Filbert nut, protein hit

All just because you’re healthy for a minute, you’re dreaming that you’re immortal as well

Y’all ain’t immortal & nobody ever was in the history of the human species, not even One.

Then an immaculate conception without the sperm of mankind became the form of a god

One who could not die even when killed, even if dressed out like an elk or deer, hollow man

As it is and always has been, mysterious Time between utter darkness & bright lightness sin

Where we grow & meet to mate or to avoid the induction of the DNA into a gene pool’s skin.

Notes that are kept to remind the mind to forget what appears to be a destitute loser game

Looking forward to a reward after death but many dead have discovered, Death is the fame

Heaven above the atmosphere or Hell below the core of dirt underfoot, seeds grow out of it

Becoming alive to keep the living alive by being the fuel, food for a pretentious afterthought.

Perfect or closer to imperfection on the timeline, Space allows all Good, Bad and Uber Ugly

All of it which should not reproduce won’t reproduce, it’s the only way it can be, you and me

Been an inert atom of gas & all volatile matter which explodes to implode it all, ad infinitum

Tiny peep or bigger bang than a first baby bang that netted holy, divine words drunk on rum.

I think and dream what I’ve thought couldn’t be thought or dreamt of yet, it’s all I’ve got man

Nothing we can do about it & nobody, yet conceived, can do a thing about this odd situation

Unnatural to be naturally killing beasts to drain life for mastication-transformation into scat

Alternative is stone death if life cannot be sustained, only blind faith for fools & the fatty-fat.

Eyelids cover the only way to see the things of shape & color, forms & shades of Time’s fires

It’s holy yet irregular as most precious gems are rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphires

Ahead or behind the lines of demarcation makes trivial difference, final stages’ annihilation

Luck dropped into our laps, conception of mind & body, egg & sperm, Good Mortal Sin skin.

As sudden death is merely dying when you’re not ready to die, get ready ‘cause it’s coming

All you know will depart with your mind and brain going back to stasis, leftover sagas to sing

From cowboys, pirates and moguls who gathered Life and consumed it forthwith post haste

Where galactic dust globes of gravitational collapse will move, it’s doom, black hole waste.

Imagine the rock outside of your head that you stand upon, looking like you own the piece

Of course, you don’t & never will own the place, it’s the ground of being, you’re tiny as mice

I am as well, the long hair and beard hide the Truth which is unknown to the mice and men

Fault of One father for the outcome of the event, good, bad or ugly, The Bones’ blood & skin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December 22^nd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 

{ Annihilated this batch of logos dispatched from the Void of Zero Gravity while listenin’ to #LoonyTunes in the background to Cement the Christmas cheer to the minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hdGjw10mCAI?si=U8xdslvUYu5Un4V_ & @EricClapton @Cream #StrangeBrew link @ https://youtu.be/TUOmmVoMQis?si=u7GdBAvJGYBPuJCt  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

STRANGE BREW, LOOK  WHAT’S INSIDE OF YOU!

#RockMeMama #MamaRockMe FOREVER AIN'T A LITTLE WHILE "IT COULD BE WORSE" -- #UncleRomeo @Xteena #WTFmomentarily #FornikayTed #StealthMode #JORDAN #CURTISLOWE #MJNIKEMIKE

\

MY SCHWINN,

 MY WHEELS

Copy of the thing itself causes the myriads of genetic mutations possible in the Oz

A world of Never-Neverland invisible to naked eyes but all there is to the 3rd dicks

Middle of your forehead can be under your widow’s peak dreamin’ in 3D for kicks

They kept getting harder to find until the trick got turned without being the cause.

Intent on comprehending the nature of a beast, found alive & well on the surface

No barrier to the dimension, the 3rd is invisible to a 4th & not vice versa, rat race

Eye to eye, ear to the ground heard in concert, a scent & taste of spice, megadeal

Ace deuce cards well-played, @Trump necessary & sufficient Truth overexposure.

Negatives and prints of the imagery behind the machines running in synch with Z

Or Y or X for the matter & energy relate to the speed of light squared, here ye W

Nothing et al like egg & gamete flagella beginning a mystery we lionized as divine

No other proof than, what else could it be but an accident of subatomic collision.

Come on men an women, we’re better than this, let’s come up with an answer too

Using logic and reason with the reliance on the written word, pen and cyber paper

Every single bit of every iota of knowledge & wisdom can be put on 2 giga-bytes

Gone, all gone with the flow into the black hole’s Singularity becomes . all there is.

Far from the streets of Chicago, which is where my two wheels roamed, in Cali

All the gold in the world is here & it’s all in the form of lead, as above, so below

Igloos to teepees, skyscrapers to underground space-mother earth’s hollow

Grades are always excellent and above average as long as I am the hard candy.

Miles and miles I rolled back & forth on paper routes and baseball practice daily

What did I know about what Life would bring onto my seventies, yet that’s reality

Seeing is believing but if you believe the invisible is something real, get committed

You got delusions runnin’ your schematic, get a tune-up before you’re dead.

Nobody can tell you to believe something if you aren’t of the mind to, hence I did

I didn’t have a mind to believe in higher power, nobody told me to, come to a skid

Stopped to perpetrate in a name of Love or momentary lapse of Reason, all I am

Was not here the day before I was conceived, believed love’s lust, impure jam.

Tired of talking in front of a mirror, fall asleep as I speak to myself, what I say too

Essential to what I mean, to be understood for no reason other than, just because

As human beings in communication, connected pieces of matter, all too human

What it is, somebody couldn’t tell me, I analyzed & concluded, there’s no big boss.

No gods-eye in the sky which appears blue, of starshine, black hole turned white

Supreme or not so much that but more than every other thing, all forms in sight

Taken what’s given by posterity or some power that has no form visible to any Ga

Except to one 3rd eye, we know it all, my Schwinn 24-inch, sweet gift a la old Pa.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday 11-23-2025 AD @ 444 PMPST

{ Created while jammin’ to #NAFT but then I hit play on https://youtu.be/ECfm4t86-Jw @WarrenHaynesBand concert }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#VietNamEra #RockHITS70z

MAMA MIA TOLD ME NOT

TO COME, I’M JUST TRIPPIN’

Heroes you are related to by way of psychic RNA, the “x” ingredient in the formula, throw up

It cannot be allowed to be contained with the matrix, it flows in every direction from center

Sun and moon swap magnetic charge through the ether, gravitational collapse far, far away

Ending doesn’t matter since the beginning is moot, no point in repeating ad infinitum today.

I’ll survive the extinction of 208 bones evolved out of one cell or another, be alive & be dead

No ghost in the machine before existence, essence created spontaneously, sex combusted

Just a bit of friction causing the insemination of the duplication to originate in the wet-dark

Its application anonymous with or without a feeling in love or any love at all, it will all work.

All of Time is full of High Hopes to fill in the future blanks of dreams to come true, or not too

Just because some of us think we’re so pretty doesn’t mean anything to the blind and dumb

Seriously folks, there’s a reason why the stupid idiots don’t live to be elder & free to be boss

High hopes put you in the right left frame of mind to get dressed to kill, hit town to get some.

Songs sung for the input and output, a give and take of the bards & pied pipers, up on stage

Microphones & speakers to make it perfectly clear what the message is, there ain’t a doubt

Racket boys do what they do, you know what you know, you the book by the skin of yo’ teeth

Finally released from the imaginary bonds of society, got laid a few times before on a sheet.

On a pool table, back seat of a Chevy, a Plymouth & a Ford, we in my folk’s uptown flat too

Good old days I remember like they were yesterday, I recollect it all, present, as I bid adieu

Orange and tangerine in storage and what else do you need so we can begin, nothing I bet

Or if you do want in some form, what is it so that I may donate to the CAUSE and EFFECT.

For the love of the man with the gun in his hand, our holy warriors, sons of our forefathers

Handling the film which recorded the present at some past time is cool, however mothers

It’s a wherewithal worth disseminating through the cosmic soup, received divine bangers

Got what it takes to be the best One in paradise can be, nobody does, songs need singers.

Overture heard in the background while you enjoy your comatose state of being the Many

Sounds like a Hungarian Rhapsody or some other classical gas from the past, an art form

I played it on the squeeze box, it was memorized at 11 or 12 years old, now I’m 75, WTH?

Anyways, 0 & 2 (Oh & Two) for the last time, it’s the words, cut into One Logo, ring a bell?

Hard liquor lick is required to swallow soft, hard facts, mentally draining yet necessary too

If you’re not drunk, when you hear & discover the actual Truth, your fear of death will slew

Either you alone or another living thing, humane, feline or canine with no prey, just pray

Hillbillies & jelly beans, they’re saved from Easter Sunday, sins of the father, Sun’s UV ray.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, November XIXth MMXXV Anno Domini at 0830 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to LIVE dead @JimCroce in concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3_ZS56qzJLs?si=qCdaqXz0Pf3OoTNd }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?