#BoogieWoogie @LongJohnBaldry #KingOfRockAndRoll @LynyrdSkynyrd #FreeBird

SACRED GEOMETRICAL CALCULUS

Revolving evolution right out of nowhere, reasons for four seasons of Earth’s spinout

Spinning in a counter-clockwise motion, any monkey gets dizzy with much self-doubt

Mink coats made from dead animals, leather hats & sofas too, extinct animated fates

What we do while we hold feet to the fire for being naturally dominant to subordinates.

Probable possibilities have the sky as the limit, there’s nothing above Earth or below It

We’re lucky to be here a hundred years or even a minute in utero, syncopated love chit

All in with the chips to call the bluffs, I’ve been dealt a royal flush that can’t be tied up

Four aces to boot on a no-look baseball hand-out, impossible reality, I pizzed in a cup.

In Tripoli or Grass Valley, it’s the same, blue or cloudy skies, food, water & rest cool us

Every single one of us who isn’t sentenced by incurable disease, we’ve got karma debt

As soon as you are able, payback the owed loans, begin accumulating the rest of Fate

To be or not to be, not a conundrum, it is to be that causes the reward on a blind date.

Linked or uncoupled and unhinged to anything that might anchor rage in the machines

You & I aren’t a cause of overwhelming experience, it’s a red-hot UFO generator in dirt

In confession to the God of antichrist and accumulation of karma for heaven’s reward

Yell fire in the theater since the roof is burning secret walls to the ground the Essenes.

Nothing less I can think of than no substance in an empty void of atoms, awhirl star

Just doesn’t burn as bright or as deep into the emptiness, nobody sees what we are

We’ve imagined the best & worst that we’re to be and not to be, we question it, Love

Nobody’s got almighty power, nobody’s almighty, no one God is downlow, as above.

Burned the bones & innards on the BBQ, just like at a party, only it was all to a human

Villainous people in the parties collectivey pretend not to be responsible as dead air

Clear the fools off of the 64 squared board so we can play a new game from the get-go

Where that’s onto checkmate, even a mere pawn takes a queen, puckered lips & blow.

Soil is the dirt of the blown star that couldn’t fly away from the magnetic attraction

I am all in for the conjunction of this planet & my consciousness, it’s original sin

Tried to avoid it but I have had this silence within that cannot be contained safely

Certainty is less obvious when you’re always right about everything, now, a scree.

Morning and evening conjoin to be this & that, all day long, asleep walkin’ in a dream

Woke like my grammas were, waitin’ for a bad guy assault to avoid a bloody scream

Bring your mother so she can see with her eyes, sing hound dog on a greyhound bus

Big city or small town, it’s all in between in the 50 states, ocean between some of US.

Breaking bones and windows of my PC to get to the bottom of the well, it’s bone-dry

Fire in the hole until it runs out of O2 gas, smothered without the burn, gods get high

With their bald heads shinin’ and pony-tails wavin’ like there’s no tomorrow, it’s true

Ain’t no tomorrow after your and my last today, may or may not be this one, I’m blue.

Tried every game, played them all, won & lost some, the ties were all even Stephan

Like it or not, trouble with a fishing partner is they die & leave you alone to hook ‘em

You won’t get another chance because nobody gets lucky more than once, you’ll see

All for your own good, as I see good, bad & ugly, avoid the other two, advice is free.

Excuse me mam, you walkin’ down the road, I got a 4-wheel drive, I can give you a ride

In back of my bed with your bones & bags, baby we’re gonna fly, y’all hold on tight, s#it

Doin’ the country slide or twistin’ the mash potato & cool jerk, it’s a blind date mama

You got what it takes to be the mother of my kin, you wanna, I wanna, baby let’s Do It!

Bound by the thoughts and words, recollection to forget about it all once you expire it

Wind up your life & trunk of memories happened & what didn’t occur, dust in wind s#it

Did I ever lie to you? You wouldn’t have known in any case, I never did lie, I ain’t a toy

Truth sayer extraordinaire born & raised in Windy City, Bad Smells, ain’t a country boy.

If you’ve got no reason to be here then get the hell out of here, I won’t say this twice

Once upon a time, here you were & then suddenly you weren’t, like rollin’ the two die

Believing with the blind faith of the idiots and morons who become extinct below dirt

Star it was & you never were more than a bite of a byte, 1’s & 0’s I am, That star Squirt.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-31-2025 Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

{ Drafted jammin’ to @ELVIS @ https://youtu.be/jTCrIR7p-7M?si=g0gQaQqYPWD9YJMS }

#PurpleRain L I V E @prince #DownSouthJukin' #YouBrokeMyHeart #GirlYouWentAway #LoveYouSo #NoPainNoGain #ILoveYouSo #AllExpensesPaidNEVER

DOGE EGOD

Sustainable from the lucky wicked witch of the west to the minions who invest in DOGE

Remarkable to live to be over seventy and have heard it all, over & over & over, it’s HUGE

Above the rough & ready people of Earth, there are the overlords who live in a deep eddy

Coming out of the magnetic storm just for the chitz & giggles that come from hit comedy.

Caring about Nothing is easy if you’re a baby, just uncomfortably wet & hungry as a bear

In Chicago or suburban Windy City, either way, one way or another, you never get there

Expressways and tollways allow circulation of the evolved commercialism, God of a Void

Message extends to one who awaits the WORD that they’re awake in an infinite dream.

Babies born either conceived during love or hate, it makes a difference to your tax, man

Matter and the animation of it seems to be all there is in the universe, as we know it, fan

Y’all, you & I converged here & now on ‘x’ unknown factor in the equation, ‘X’ bumped ‘er

Stickin’ your middle finger into the cherry pie just ain’t like it used to be, well, I’ve never!

My nose was smashed by someone who is dead now, finally I’ve returned the favor, true

My deviated septum was the least of my worries, check that at the door by the fireplace

Never-Neverland is the place where nobody ever goes, ever & I mean never, in yo’ face

Where and when those answers to those questions evolve into your mind, turns all blue.

Sadness comes afterbirth but never afterlife, think, therefore you are, you know I’m dumb

Like a dog or polecat, turtle or snake you keep for a pet, that’s what divine does, too human

Kids you all are, children all grown up like ethical and immoral malfunctions of the genome

Hard salami tastes like the best dead meat on rye, Dijon & Dill, or maybe just a big Reuben.

Hills & mountains to climb just because you’re here & now, alive & undead to the undertaker

Believe that Faith, Hope & Charity are the three ways you can count on to be successful to her

You know who she is, your sisters, wives, mothers and ladies who just wanna have some fun

Some boys and every girl ever born on Earth to mankind, walk and talk like carry a .48 gun.

X marks the spot on the matrix where the focus of your attention becomes arrested in a bar

Bartender was perfect person to tend it, all guards won’t give up the ball to forwards, I sing

All dreams happen once the eyes close off the light from the outside, ambient radiation star

Thoughts about it all from birth to death keep movin’ to the Ends, at One with all or nothing.

Professionally all very amateurish as above, so below on or off of the boat, shipwrecked tike

You don’t know like I know what a woman has done to me, like it or not, I came and got old

Then I found others to replace the One for a minute until I found the One that rode my bike

On back sissy seat for the gold run, in and out of the country, up and down the hills of Gold.

All full of it, what I ate and drank at the BBQ picnic today down by the river, with Cisco Kid

We were friends since day one, drinkin’ whiskey and wine, sometimes for fly boys & the Squid

On the Rio Grande we ate the salty peanuts out the can, they kept us alive but pinned down

Known to be unknown gringo, like a stealth jet, came in blastin’ 6 guns & didn’t even frown.

Pink to purple rain under a canopy of gas, allowed to be awake & woke for the whole shebang

Worrying about the past won’t change it a bit, future ain’t your concern either, hum bird sang

Heart’s beating as a drum beats, animal skin stretched over metal and wood, bam-bam boom

Rewards for makin’ the circuit in one shot without a hitch, success reward for bein’ a groom.

Music keepin’ my toe tappin’ in synch, makin’ up words that rhyme for no reason, you know it

Cyberpunks lined up for the next best fight for hearts & minds of y’all, swamp folk up country

My oh my, what are we all going to do now that we’ve come to Jesus’ Truth, rise Buddah scree

Early in the morning, before the Earth spins to face the music of the Sun, once again, scan me.

Download my program funk from mother & father, theirs too, great grand people before me

Police & their justice have nothing to do with the joke, yet it’s a fact of life, it’s hilarious to be

Inside of a jail cell, prison cell or yo’ parents’ bedroom y’all are entitled to remain, turn to s#it

Spooky ghost inside your head thinks it’s immortally mine, as above, so below, deep fake’s It.

You searched for and found the place to laugh & cry in a vacuum of an inherited ghetto of Id

Finding paradise and peace of mind asleep or in my sweet digs of a home away from heaven

Now and then it appears to be a ghetto when it doesn’t go my way, then Life gets all sudden

You don’t know, nobody does, forget about it soon, it’ll do you no harm to win the Tesla bid.

Hits and the aftermath Runs make the whole world go ‘round, All’s squashed in by spun poles

Probes far away from here see nothing but an extended nothing without any backflips or rolls

And without any doubt, if you remain solvent, you’ll be able to pivot from danger until an end

Like any original origin & it’s conceptual analysis of evolution’s thrust, y’all just here to offend.

High on sunshine, funk germinates a seed to permeate Earth with sweet leaf & the fine wine

Application to the groove keeps honesty and it’s flip-side at bay, animate lump of skin & bone

Time & Space rely on the thing itself to be here & now from the alpha to the omega in theory

Reality rears it’s ugly head ad infinitum, eternal checkmate moves, yin-yang, hear ye, here ye!

Pops called me The Gypsy Man when he heard my WARtheBand collection of All Day Music

He liked it since he was hip to the sailor scat of the US Navy, signed up at sixteen for kicks

Laughing at the moon during basic training, others didn’t know the moon was in the sky top

None of the bothers who showed up ever said their names, black angels of the Hades’ flop.

All words were written by humans not divinities who create chit & abandon it all too

Pole to pole, clear around the equator, spinning, wobbling, slippin’ right into the dark

Eyes wide open but can’t see anything, not even my own reflection in a magic mirror

Spelled words, strung together the thoughts from above or below my own mortal fear.

To the store, the bank, charging station and the best of the rest, in 0 error synchronicity

No need or want to get more than the future will allow, things go bad like garbage chitty

Olfactory sense confused by the sweet and sour of the composting, wasted days of Man

Ate it, shat it, ad infinitum for the duration of the heartbeats I welcome to my Chevy van.

To the end of Time and Space, thrusting your hips up and down, as if that’s the method

Yet it ain’t nothin’ but a momentary lapse of reason, 10 second climax if lucky as a god

On the flip side, hard times lead to no time at all before you get to the best of Times’ Id

Does whatever it wants to, whenever it pleases without regrets, The Way ain’t ever hid.

Middle of the road like music that is neither hard nor soft, yet on time rhythm & blues

Love and the lost ones who cancelled their own love for me, all converges in beef stews

As I planned it, as I step aside & watch it happen, as I leave a helping hand to ease it in

States of being society dregs in forms of Skin-Tight trousers, @Doge #IAM #AlreadyGone!

Stick ‘em up! This is a #HoldUp just in case you’ve misjudged the situation, ain’t no joke

To anybody but you, words mean something, they mean nothing to you though, go broke

Regardless of your needed desire, y’all join the herd, then go whichever way wind blows

If & only if you act as if you’re innocent, stupid or unfortunate, then follow river’s flows.

Brothers and big sisters among us taught us to amend parental guidance, y’all we skintight

With the fine ladies at the club, dancin’ alone or with a shy somebody that looks away site

Forms and contents, a mix of matter out of terrestrial super consciousness yield the taunt

Subjects and their overlords are all there is in the Milky Way, prove I’m wrong, just don’t!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 3-16-2025 @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while entertaining mellow y’all with #Soul @WarTheBand Mackin’ LIVE in @Japan 1974 link @ https://youtu.be/xbB0FOrynAA?si=-niPp7-SbPf_gy3a }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THEY TOLD HER THAT FREEDOM WAS EXPENSIVE!

#DonnyHathaway #NeverMyLove #TheAnthology

DEFENSIVE INTRUSION ON DIVINE DNA

You never know when you might need to have an ace in the hole, it’s all in the game I know
From birth to death the alpha & omega display all there is in Time’s Space above & below us
Liberty, as it was before your conception, your imaginary presence postmortem, my son
Finishing the lines on the mirror, you’ve bled out your inferior nasal conchae for no reason.

Pierce your skin from head to toe, insert dye into the would for the stains that ever last it
It all fades to the dust allowed by the undertaker, traditional incineration or shell burial
Pretending that the shell left behind was the thing you loved, it was the spirit inside moves
Of wisdom and experiential knowledge of all that happens from pole to pole’s dirty grooves.

Music and silence preferred over the banging noise of the pots & pans without pasta fazul
Singing and blowing into tubes, plucking strings if not rubbing friction in & out or act the fool
Known limitations in mind, skipping the losses & entrenching in the wins, all that I am, high
Schooled beyond the need to know, ignorance annihilated in the end, I know I am the guy!

Leftover banquet’s cuisine is as good as it gets, trophies for all just to participate in the glee
On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the best, this is here & now, as good as it ever gets yo me
Maybe not to you or anyone else but you know, it’s all about being in love with L.A. suburbs
Big homes, small hoods, no projects towering above stone-asphalt, there’s no other words.

Mic up your voice so that everyone may enjoy the content of your thought, bring it on down
As you’ve always known, nobody knows anything about Nothing, let them know all about it
Christening the Christ in the Christian heathens who are kids believing their folks’ bull s#it
Not their fault it’s all they gleaned from the ancestors they descended from, it’s all there is.

Powerless in the finale as it was at the prologue before Act 1, hence curtain drops The End
Now then, unknown is known, no secrets or insoluble conundrums’ nightmare in a dream
Watch as the time pass without stopping, always forward & never in reverse of the stream
Past is all gone, forgotten except for warnings gleaned to avoid pain God’s bloody scream.

Spirit invisible within you & without you, it’s a fact of life you’ve been warned & it’s cool
Regardless of whether you like circumstances or not, it is all what it is, y’all are but a tool
Nobody cares about that either unless you’re imprisoned as an innocent or a genius Man
Breeze through exams & procure advanced degrees & prognosticate, be all too human.

Mind over matter is the illusion to accept to participate in society or you’ll be imprisoned
For life or some nights and days less than the whole shebang, nature will be four seasoned
Good, Evil & Ugly come as close as any creator or savior would want to be, it’s all a put-on
A play for the energy blown out to emptiness by an exploding red giant, immortal shotgun.

Sensational yet demure and at the same time off-putting as the refuse you’ve defecated
Holy gaslight fills the tragedy with comedy, if you can’t laugh, you’re gonna cry a deep river
Like it or not, as far as we know, this life we are lucky to be living is a gift from Gods that be
Nothing to be seen, form nor shape of matter to compare to your Ma & Pa, you are all of It.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier 7^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1919 hours PST

{ Secreted watching @Prometheus @ https://youtu.be/nB-I8i6y6II?si=MKnZDl06twEHou7m & listenin’ to @RandyNewman #ShortPeopleGotNobody link @  https://youtu.be/T3W4ZOlA08g }

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

#HitMeWithYourTwenty #Blown #Perfunctory

. . . NOW HEAR THIS & THAT

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GOOD TIMING IS EVERYTHING

Probable cause of a Big Bang is an unknown yet such a controversial point of contention

You know and I know that it all depends on the Truth and Justice of a ham sandwich sin

Pigs in blankets disguised as sautéed dead animals & plants ala Earth’s stealthy gnomes

Bon fire to stay alive here & now since the age of reason burning until kingdom comes.

Now then, what y’all knew for certain before now was your A’s, B’s & C’s & to be 1 to

The Golden Books of the greatest culture ever known to the planet have been consumed

By me & a number of others who have touched the index finger of God, Ala, Buddha One

One way down a narrow turnpike, twixt twisted RNA extremes, stars & a black hole Sun.

Silent warning sounding the alarm to those who’ve been fortunate to recollect themselves

In charge of all that sheer will power allows in causes of all effects of matter & energy gulfs

Mind assault to rearrange the categories of everything known about substance, on the cuff

Indoctrination into savage nations requires suspension of your animation, sleep in the buff.

Every muscle of the being who is as human as any other since the Big Bang, all of them atrophy

During a final gasp of gas out of the thin air above & below the wild blue yonder, fly high as me

The cost is more than you’ve earned or can ever repay on a loan with faux interest, zero, beat it

Will to power that moves your 208 bones until they exceed 100 revolutions, Scat ain’t The S#it!

Excuse the hallucination appearing as the Reality of everyone on Earth, it’s a chimera & don’t tell

Nothing more than what you are now is what you’ve always been since the mortal sin of an apple

Good & Evil nobody gets behind yet it’s a feature of the nature of the beast, an acid program of it

Chromosomes animated & reactivated a Thing Itself, it is what it is, incarnation ash to ash, dusted.

Beyond all good & evil Nature exhibits, above & below sea level, living in funk, a twilight zone

Twist your conception’s deception & theoretical, heretical yet inherited, all blind faith is in some One

Meaning something like we’re mere animations of Divinity we never know until our body dies, son

That’s all I got, nothing else anyone can prove other than, someday we’ll know It, my Mind’s blown.

Peers have no standing once rigor mortis becomes the lord, no soul or spirit leftover in the abstract

Lights all out of the unanimated creature feature we all succumb to since we’ve no other alternative

To be or not to be at that point is not significant, it’s a moot point of the moron & idiot psyche alive

In charge of every breath we all take, every move we make surveilled & now & then, cop some jive.

We talk as if we know It, we’ll be checked on your ability to repeat what you’ve heard at the gate

In love’s life or divinity’s own, all of the above gets a soul’s chance to appeal, powers that x-rate

Now, this time in the nature of things cannot be repeated, it comes & goes quick as a hot bunny

Remember this, y’all recall this memory, fire burns all evidence of Nothing that smells so funky.

Common ground above & below the blind man’s bluff in the seven-card stud poker card game

I’m cashing in all my chips, I’ll fold my last hand of the full house, aces over jacks, it’s a shame

The way was the only way to go, I went that way on the one way & it’s come to the dead end

Pressure of dead ancestors & their unborn descendants put on my dead head, I will so offend.

Common ground is above & below the place in Space you exhibit learned behavior of the group

No free will choice but to obey the rules of the categorical imperative, know thy self’s but One

All you need to know before you die, you are but One, nobody else is Two or more, all my Sun

Heaven or Hades an abstraction of burning gas that trips the switch for the Void to go Slurp

I have some bad medicine that’s so difficult to swallow that you & I may be the only two to go

When the Earth is swallowed by the Void when Time is up in Space, then we’ll say “Ships Ahoy!”

Not until that last moment of sucked air blows out the air sacks, only then will I exit, stage right

Maybe I won’t, that will be I wake up from the dream I’ve been animating while at rest, I’ll fight!

Found on a middle road’s dead-end, all motion of the ocean couldn’t cease, I’m all fish in the sea

Ridin’ on the waves onto the sand of the shore where pirates and miscreants rule the mean & free

As far above as below the core of Earth, pennies for all thoughts as the duck quacks, masters earn

Been there, done that, came back from it, avoided the Void, it’ll be too late at The Point, no return.

Gosh, oh my lord have mercy on our souls, nothing above or below One, invisible God, a Singularity

Rewards & punishments for disobedience to mortal commands of deadmen and their lack of clarity

First off, nobody wrote a word in the English Language hundreds or thousands of years ago, it is so

Mistranslated from left to right, a social-political skirmish of mud in bowels, such a low, low blow.

Briefly, flash fish in the pan comes & goes, lickity split as if it was never there at all, ad infinitum

Feel a malfunction is the way it’s going to end in a grave, stops pullin’ my rosary chain, FE, fears

Old School educated my mind, power to see through imaginary human fictions, divine sum's errors

Play from Act to Act, Finale & Epilogue come without effort, what happened, species’ extinction.

Lips are moving but I can’t even hear what I’m saying, judging myself by myself, I fear & loathe It

What it is has nothing to do with me other than it’s all I am too but since I can’t believe it, I forget it

Easier that way when you’re among those folks who are clueless & faulted for responsibility, git me?

News is old,  young or ancient relic of the dozens that got run on in Brooklyn Dawn's down for free.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Freezember XXXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 hours AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Zoroaster & FREEEEE D O C T O R D E M E N T O & so forth & so on... & Have a happy Hanukuh & the Very Merry Christmas You've ALWAYS expected, Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

LIVING AND DYING ANKH AD INFINITUM

Mike and the gang gone rogue for the sake of civilization, it’s the Christmas flow of fools

Thinking that you can get away with murder & grand theft of your mothers & fathers booty

Let me tell you something in the confessional, you come & you’ll go in a NYC minute’s spiff

High or low, it all winds up underground, buried in the stardirt that’s become dead ash Piff.

Snow falls because it doesn’t go up until it turns to thin air, gas without recycle of the flow

It’s a repetition for no reason other than just because, no reason to doubt about it, go slow

Sleighbells ringin’ & announcing a saint’s in the house, that can’t be seen with four eyes too

Unmarried ‘til married & separated, divorced, ‘til death do y’all part the ‘hood too-live crew.

Wink one eye, you got something in it or you’re signaling for a return smile, set blinks to 182

I’ll go on record as saying that Jesus Christ was no superstar of the revolution vs. the Blue

Mass communicating the dream inside of the God’s head is impossible, just because of it

God ain’t dead since God was never animated as a form of life’s bones and voodoo chit.

Pick your flies out of the air with chopsticks, you can’t do it unless you know you can’t o it

Then and only then you’ll see the open sore of the gash disseminated by the pope’s priests

From altars and confessionals, you see the transformation divine all-human, beast breath

Nothing you can do or say will change the immutable chain of finite events, birth to death.

Talking about God and the unnamed before Zeus & Zarathustra for the minions of humanity

Save nobody but yourself, use the words that you say for the power to transform no divinity

Consciousness comes & goes without any reason at all, saved or punished for Adam’s folk

Die, survive until you do, it’s the way, the narrow one but at least you’re awake & not #Woke.

It’s not mine, it’s not yours & for certain it’s nobody in charge of a thing, this is a Gold sham

I forgot to recall what you can ne’er recollect, it’s a sacred scam to be smashed by a slam

Wealthy poor folks paying with blood, sweat & tears & then the taxes recover what’s left in

Everything above & below is beyond my comprehensive analysis, nothing I know, I am skin.

Rise from the dead when you’re rigor mortis has set in, ruin the future with the Truth’s knife

Just a man to be inoculated with deadly viral infections gifted from the divine Man & wife

Lovers’ fools impact the species survival, random recombinant DNA shuffles the deck Ace

One left out of four, diamond in the rough of Spades, Clubs & Diamonds all up in your face.

You need to know who cares, desire to believe what may or may not be the Truth, It’s Xmas

Time in Space to recollect the thing itself, we’ve been created to be held accountable Bass

Bass fish in the sea, small, some big & some just too low to see in the sea, I, sperm whale

Beating you to the punch, uppercut, left or right cross & a solid slap of Mary Well’s junk ale.

Drank it all and when I drunk, I laid down, passed out & died in my skin & bones, a dillecti

God’s dams keeping the H2O from drowning us in another great flood, we gotta stay high

Above the surface of the drink or we’ll get drunk, without the alcohol of the acid in a cup

Arrested my attention, broke hearts, defecated souls, back into my spot, ain’t god, cop.

What is this something that’s got a hold on me? A pretty face & box of bones all to be free

From me & the rest of the all too human grocery stores, convenience to roll the 7’s & 11’s

Shakin’ the rock & roll between the A’s to the G’s, sharp or flat, major or diminished heaven

All right to feel alright, it’s just doin’ your thing like a fool that stays too long, it’s a mortal sin.

Yours or mine, we can’t get away with murder or grand larceny, there’s a price Karma needs

Mama & papa got nothing to do with your age of reason other than being original mortal sin

Bend over and get bent as trained by the regulating authority, nothing & nobody is in charge

It’s time to rest in peace, I got beer for my horses, shots & spiffs to calm scars all too large.

House of cards falls, be it 52 or 48 in the deck, I can’t stop gravity’s pull to a sanctum pit

Here and now I’ll leave y’all in the muck & mire of pain, suffering & pleasure relief steps

Pills, smoke, positive thought & everything that matters to be or not to be, pie in the sky

Ahead or behind where I am, right here & now, I’ve said enough, said, done, I’m all over it.

Multiplication of hard lines between zero & one, happening comes, y’all get it in the rear

Buckets empty without the blood runs, the spirit ghost smoke gets loose, we turn to s#it

None of us get too far from the rocks & dust on the ground, high or low, mud & bloody beer

For the whole shebang is seen by the aliens, we were them, now we’re Homers in a skit.

I got a posse of hunters for the gold & silicon in the valley, trippin’ the light fantastic ‘til 9

After the darkness falls, stars appear as if they were hiding in plain sight, I breathe-in fine

Bounty of the hunters is the booty we’ve gleaned out of the empty-minded, as I do guffaw

‘til my two lips are too dry to flip phrases that quench the thirst for happiness’ screw, raw!

High and mighty or low or powerless, all above are necessary ingredients for Life on Earth

Life IS elsewhere outside of Earth, yet a moot point, you can’t get there at all, death to birth

Parents, brothers, sisters & everything within the matrix are the gist of the #1 hits of yo’ ass

Set like Jell-O & a pudding, not quite solid nor liquid yet able to transmute it all to pass gas.

Fish jumpin’ & can’t be caught or eaten by the flies & lures of the angler, Man or an alewife

Chance enters, lucky to be here, could have been aborted or miscarried & reincarnated life

Not to be or not to be, it’s no question for us to ask unless we’re got divine inspiration in tow

It ain’t easy, living, The Struggle is immense, only babies cry & get fed, adults down slowly.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi XII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 PMPST

{ Kicked the Scat out of my laptop, now lame & limp, while jammin’ to the High Sound of @TobyKeith #BeerForMyHorses on  youTube @ https://youtu.be/o1JOFhfoAD4 }

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