#WhatItIs @TherTemptations

Remember what the doormouse said

Not only is the future an illusion but also the present lasts no more than a flash bulb

As soon as it lights up the surrounding area, it fades away to black, slowly cooling hot

Obliged to follow up with no one about anything, free spirit just lurking on the planet

Listening, musical sounds of loud noise & silence, an infrared & ultraviolet hallucinate.

I drank the Kool-Ade & ate the magic mushroom in the middle of the 10th avenue freeze

Out of the blue or grey, I can’t exactly recall but it was for certain, unexpected black dog

Loose without a collar or license to roam the city streets or country roads, wild will kill

Keep that in mind, even if you raise an animal from its maternal birth, you’re still a shill.

Inside of a pint Ball jar, content’s conserved & out of the atmosphere’s light & sunshine

Creating all or nothing in a vacuum as God above & below Earth did with a logical cosign

Only you know & I know that food to feed the head with is metaphysically fuel for a glide

Drop one pill or another for no reason other than your friend said, take this, open up wide!

60 years post-cranial funk, strawberry double-dome to orange sunshine & purple microdot

I shall divulge the truth of what knowledge & wisdom exists today, it’ll fade to black ingot

Care about nothing, care about something, a thing you play strummin’ your axe’s E to E

I hope you get the picture in living color & hear the sound in surround-stereo for posterity.

Knowing as much as I did the day I conceived, I’m leaving Earth with the whole shebang

I listened to my mother give me good advice went in one ear & out the other, I say dang

I should have not only listened but also followed solid pointers to success at city love life

Before a finale of a saga, C-notes on Oak Street Beach, heard it all & then some, alewife!

Called the saviors rubbers to cheat intercourse of the discourse, imagination dropped it all

Sisters & their mothers hung around for comfort & venison stew every other day in Fall

Brothers and their fathers either hunted or helped females gather the winter staple supply

Survival of the most fit, who don’t get poisoned by free radicals prepared to set & edify.

Peer pressure useless to top dog of the herd, how often can you repeat chit in the slammer

Ad infinitum because it doesn’t matter if you fall asleep middle of your confession of sin

Mortal or original as the case may be, inherited your ancestors’ karma, how lucky is that?

Ain't a thing anybody can do about it except accept reality, block ‘em like Thor’s hammer.

Melody shocks nobody, lyrics & the rhythm movin’ the spirit & soul, in or out your mind

Plucking your strings so you can watch audience smile & bob their heads to n' fro, I find

All on the side of big, fat nothing, zero less zero sums it up to zero, fatal fate of hot shat

Imagine before you’re conceived, you can't recollect Nothingness, it’s a bullseye target.

Beef, pork, fowl, aquatic game, consumed, defecated in regular fashion, hunting & fishing

Survival of tmost adept at acquiring meals, healthy storage for avoidance of starving sons

Food on Earth isn’t available if you’re not fortunate enough to be the kin of the Great ones

Provided for the herd, knife, arrow & ordinance form, no other choice, be or not to being.

Still in the dead of the night when only a Grateful Dead trick you into rockin’ your bones

Where it’s all at, begins & ends right there in the presence of people with no cell phones

Listen up as if your life depended on recalling all words’ meaning, hang by neck ain’t hip

Nobody wants shocks, poison or to be chased off an ocean cliff into a sea, love lets it drip.

Pain & pleasure animating your kissers after y’all folks leave y’all orphans’ leftover grunts

Bass plug into the amp, let the beat flow the treble without a plan, don’t use word #kuntz

It successfully concludes in a rational deduction, first you ain’t here & now, you are, so

Appearances are one thing, but Timing is everything, without Timing, Void equals zero.

Only you know and I know, others will postulate and fail to gain any epistemological data

We’ve got the only key, invisible code only visible for a second every midnight 1-formula

Unlock the doors, fly high as you’d like, you’re comin’ down in gravitational collapse too

Never forget the gravity of every atom in a plethora, as I said, “You’re dead! Code Blue!”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Check under the hood before you take it for a test ride, I blasted this out while jammin’ to the @JerryGarciaBand LIVE 1976 New York Harbor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HGf2YgJsubk?si=lZayHr9DWPCfGSeY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SettleDown #FAAFO #KilledTheDeadAlready #KingKong in #8KHD #BlackDOG #LedZeppelin #LosLonelyboys #Mamacita #QuePasa

 

NO BUENO ALL I WANNA DO WITH YOU

One day more or less, the lights will fade to black when the time comes to think about it

Choosing the top tier, first round draft choice turns into Michael Jordan on steroids spit

Believe in the system of cosmic dust predication, it is all its cracked up to be, a nanomole

Known fake-facts deduced of argumentative static, constant change of a devil in disguise.

Outside of this Earth, there is no night at all, no daylight shines on the bawling teenagers

The babies come in 9 months more or less, some even two by two, even quintuplets, sirs

Smile fills the whole enchilada with the hottest pepper ever grown up in the Andes & Alps

In for the Time of your life in a Space of infinity, get ready to go on your mark, takin’ scalps.

Prayers squawking in silence & under breath just like Olden Days when conquerors ruled

You know you’re forgiven for instance, when Words echo as in an enclosed message sold

Can’t distinguish between established wisdom & the New World metadata flashin’ 1’s & 0’s

Almost there where Peace comes nestled in golden arms, she knows it all, to fear the pros.

I’m goin’ back to California, where the sun shines on the tanned up beaches, waves rollin’

No reason to ever leave paradise other than you forgot you were already there, still born in

Hail and rain came down when everyone was asleep except the cats on the graveyard shift

They seen it all, they knew the unseen & unbelievable, got the peach without a fight or rift.

Blown air and hair back into baldly sour status, seeing the reflection in the mirror was daft

Beating the sounds that pop & scratch the wicky wicky names of the ups and downs’ rift

Done the funk and the keepers of gold and silver released me with prejudice of the odor

Stunk the stank until it didn’t stink any more, fear nobody on this rock, I survive with might.

From early on during the events of my very early training of body and mind, I awakened in It

What It is that we all possess if you’re at one, living & breathing air, psi dark matter rhyme

Sincere apologies to the less than mature audience consuming the nature of the bull’s scat

Thinking therefore proving that proof of life is reality and fictional fantasy at the same time.

Breakin’ it all down to the ground, y’all ‘cause I know which way is up, the opposite of down

Got down enough to know you don’t need to get down when it’s time to stay sharp as a tack

Even orphans without parents know the score of being good, bad & ugly, as above, so below

Chit happens right in front of your eyes, almost lose your mind on the merry go round, & so?

Artificial or divinely created intelligence from a realm nobody ever sees with 20/20 eyesight

Just an imaginary conglomeration of a hope that Life as we know it is a dream’s white light

Final exams come right before the graduation as usual, as did the other 14 quarters of blue

Straight up, the finest and highest I could score on the Liberal Arts scale of One to Ten too.

I’m in this contraption for the duration of the epic series of events that come in & out here

Outfield and backfield both in motion but only one’s a penalty the other’s a 6 pack of beer

Winning is what it’s all about, never pay to quench the thirst, make the losers who lost it all

Runs & extra points and touchdowns and safeties are the end of the story, a saga well said.

New World’s Order makes you believe nonsense like trippin’ on acid is the narrow woke way

Heard the voices with control of the volume and let them go in one ear and out another one

Subjective objectives are what I can control, it’s my life & since I’m the One that’s gonna die

When it’s time for me, nobody will take my place, it’s all my grace, my world, that ain’t a lie.

Take my words for it, you look directly into the star’s shining in your face, you’ll lose insight

Not to mention the far or near-sidedness with your astigmatism and myopathic black light

Posters on the walls, lit up their black velvet palettes with the ultraviolet/infrared display

The Game of Love well played by the movers & shakers, not alive tomorrow or yesterday.

This here and that there giving me the grace of my father in heaven, it’s where he has turf

Unheard and unseen, nothing olfactory or even an atom to taste, hang ten on foam surf

It’s the infinite pretending to be finite & inferior to the DNA of gods or their creator, Zeus

Needing and desiring something to talk about, it’s all about you and me and all of this.

Oh I forgot about that, something to talk about was really far out but not me, I wake chit

Right after I daydream and pretend, I’m a sainted angel from a far off planet, not of Mud

Imagine you’re on a flying carpet ride from birth to death, genuinely nice work, you did it

Beloved in the corner where the discipline sent you to change your perfectly fine mind.

You escaped those nuns and priests with their brethren and contributors to bishopric spew

Cardinals and the Mothers Superior take Nothing in context, eat, sleep and try to be merry

It takes a lot of love to forgive our trespassers who trespassed against us & our family tree

These folks in the higher hierarchy have become inheritors of a lot of dead chit, who knew?

No bueno, that said, let the train out the station, after all is said and done, we still got wine

Open the case of bottles and hand out the plastic, red solo cups loose in a left-hand sign

Dropping my weight on a scale for 16 Bites off of the saddle bags, I begin at a hard one, Ra

Plenty of Time in Space for immortals but not for me, there’s nothing after Life, ask Maria!

The schematics are undeniable, everything is the way it is because it’s a display of codes

Only the ones with the key to the code may know the signal, the meaning of the cosigners

As the calculus allows, formulation of theoretical unknowns has few practitioner-wizards

Whisked away conscious mind upon falling into a deep-thaw ice storm, a dream blizzard.

That’s what death feels like, nothing at all except you never, ever awaken from the dream

If you’re fortunate to be dreaming paradise or unfortunate to be paying back cyber karma

As soon as the Truth becomes known to the innocent and the ignorant, only then stream

Up or down the water’s flow, I know you know that I know, All Life is but a mellow Drama.

If I told you to jump, would you respond with, “How high?” or “Get Bent, man!” My brother

Be that as it may, Truth is undeniable once led to deduced conclusions, one way or another

No other possibilities are more probable than the actual Truth, nature of beast & on the ball

Preconception & post death, every species’ life form is a body of Work, All or Nothing at all.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Samedhi, January 10th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Grafted the Grift from the grit in the ash pit behind the inhabited cave which blazes the sounds of Rock all day 24/7/365, Holidays too, @OzzyOsborne #NoEscapeFromNow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tHMQYF-JT1U?si=4CUWG3iDedVuYF-y } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IfICouldTurnBackTheHandsOfTime #RespectYourself #Cream @PRINCE

ROCK YOURSELF TO SLEEP,

WE’VE GOT THIS BOYS & GONE GIRLS

You knew that you were just too busy bein’ fabulous like the @Eagles sang for my swag

Walks in the moonlight, a bottle of wine & maybe some foolin’ around down by the river

Your place was the finest arc of the covenant left behind on the Green Water under stilts

So, being fabulous was a signal, significant yet modified beyond recognition, to the hilt.

Common knowledge and higher knowledge of zero wisdom, hello and goodbye for now

Love fell apart and I know what to do with my heart, locked up in whiskey bars, just blow

Worldwide from the origin to the final destination, I need to know you’re all gonna stay

Home or all alone, it doesn’t matter to me, I’m just bein’ magnanimous to you all day.

All alone & much too much company all day long, y’all always run out of time for crime

If y’all are the judge and the jury then I am indeed guilty of the crime, I will do the Time

Minimum sentence please because I can’t handle being locked up into a locked Space

I didn’t ask to come down here but I’ve been here before, dream in a dream’s pretty face.

Bizarre as the most unlikely scenario might be concocted by the most annoying spirits

Each & every one of them disembodied & searching dirt & mud for ghosts blown to bits

Sons of the daughters who bore the babies of men they loved enough to be too intimate

On or backstage all of the acting is paused, only empty vessels swingin’ & spinnin’ bait.

Paid by the hour, the week, the month or by contractual sum, grace of God in utero too

But matter and energy from above and below the web of the world, all is Scooby-Doo

For me & for you, all there is between the ears, inside of the skull’s brain matter, a fool

Lucky to have become at one for a moment or two, desire for 100 + years bein’ a tool.

Suffering is sharp pain of losing satisfaction & the pleasure of feeling good deep inside

Gods formed the stones’ arrangement in the land of Nowhere Especial, a winner stride

Carelessness in a fast company kept to your rear & sides, you’re headed nowhere, but if

In no time at all, you’ll get to the place it all winds up, no road is beyond the Pacific cliff.

Leaving you on a corner all alone was a mistake, I apologize for my innocent, hot creature

Now & then in my mind’s eye, it looks like it’s never too light but I blink & into it I disappear

Rockin’ in my rockin’ chair near a fireplace’s candle-lit electric, eclectic batteries of blues

Beating the rhythm as I felt your skin, saw your face, kissed your lips, so Life was not a ruse.

Days and nights without knowing this Truth were wasted in the Void, yet necessary evil scat

Sufficient to teach lessons of eternity to the innocent and wild on the backstreet of E street

Drunk on moonshine but I’m not drivin’ the rocket ship to hum of a 23rd psalm, bible-speak

I’m driving & smoking up Interstate 505 to utopia, arriving on Highway 1 soon, hippy freak.

If you think you’ve been on a long road, check out the invisible pathway with wrong & right

All too humane, as opposed to being an immoral, unethical lump of flesh & bone black light

Loaded on propaganda our ancestors left for ahistorical, bloody wisdom, I say, “Let’s roll!”

Whatever you say if you disagree, you’re excluded from the revolution post-mortem patrol.

Allow your windows to remain open to the breeze or the vagrants looking for a safe refuge

Creation at random caused the water and oil, bacteria and mankind’s cultural 3rd stooge

Somebody is smiling and so happy about the way things are and how they’ll always crave

Fourth way to change the momentum, no miracles can avert the final will to power, a grave.

It will appear brutal to the innocent, whether beautiful or ugly, nothing to be certain about

Playin’ riffs on the instrument of twang, strings steel or nylon, hollow dreams of a boy scout

Cap is off the toothpaste again, I did it since I live alone, nobody to blame for the deed I did

Lookin’ to hook up with someone to blame, nice teeth, nice smile, reflect image pyramid.

Heaven help us or don’t bother trying to paint a big picture that wasn’t here at the #Screw

Out of pocket and in the nick of time, paid for the entry into the Eagle’s Live concert venue

Step up & step out in style, beyond the Time of curfew, when the cops hunt the mob I’m in

Undocumented but I hide-out on vacation at the top of a scat-chain, a penthouse denizen.

Torture brings the Will to Bleed the Secret Plan behind civilization of humanity, dance slow

It will pass quickly if you sleep a third of the time, you will blink and it’ll be gone, just bow

Low or at least a head nod, bowing the gaze, eyes connect again, lost the beat once again

It’ll come back around for you, can’t lose this man who used to be a moron, I am your fan.

Deny the Truth, it’ll burn your bridges down to the rocks and water of the river runnin’ thru

All grown up in solid business skills, as usual, made all righteous & good in the deep woods

Hopping around like I had ants in my pants until I found out that was indeed what was all in

Over & out, Roger that & chill out, relax, here & now is what you get, apes phuqin’ up Eden.

A bite off of the Bitcoin leaves crumbs for the innocent and the wild on E Street, near Philly

Comin’ from south Jersey, we know the reason for the season, tears from heaven’s tiny city

Almost not there but just squeaked in under the six-gun, a .38 or .44 could have been Colt

Or @SmithAndWesson but either way, fire in the side arms will end the battle, as she wrote.

Bad company in the good and ugly space between your ears, skull-full of gibberish anyway

This right here is a revolting development resulting from not paying attention to the holy fray

Subjects & objectives of the predication are too late to save the Earth’s mortality, too cool

All you’ve heard & repeated ad infinitum, every silent tone’s sound is dead air in a scat pool.

Time to come and go as we please but we’re shackled by our closed minds’ stupid garbage

Baby born to this planet in the blood & guts of the mothers of Earthbound souls underage

Leave the game as a winner, never a loser who wasted precious time in divine commotion

As below your feet’s bloody mud, water or hard rock, as above a Singularity of mortal sin.

Hot as a fired pistol of six rounds or the womb of a shotgun marriage out of Eden’s garden

Bit off a bite of an apple to squelch rumors about me smokin’ Ganje cigars, BBQing chicken

And cattle or pigs from the frozen tundra icebox of the Mother, she lets us eat ourselves too

Mastication bloating edification & defecation far downwind from wild, olfactory sensations.

Y’all I am not guilty, I’m innocent of the crime & I’m tearin’ up this stolen car, riding all dirty

Crying or laughing at a hundred years old ain’t so bad if you’re still upright, layin’ it on down

I danced down 7th street and got to the party late, I looked around for a spell, she left early

Down at the shore, I got the chapel door’s handle in my hand, I couldn’t pull it open, clown!

Faithful to my need to bleed or the want to show off my prowess at twisting indecent words

Into remarkable pretzel logic featured here & now & then, every day passes into its 365 spin

Reverse whirling against the orbital trajectory and spherical velocity of the wobble, my kin

Fathers and mothers long gone, left this scat to analyze, unknown Zen, tweets of love birds.

Bring your spitballs to the gunfight, nobody will know what hit them in the eyeballs, splat It

Kissed on a cheek or lips, didn’t know your name but opted into innocence’s stolen valor bit

No coins for me, nothing is real just like the things that appear to be something, steal a kiss

Worth the effort, power comes whether you like to give it or not, stolen love can’t miss bliss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 4 Janvier MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while twerking to @Springsteen #OnlyTheStrongSurvive in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/de2ZttHNdCM?si=0PiuIYpuxUvcZJui }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShotsOfWhiskeyNeverEndingEternally #StillChasinYou #ChasinMeToo @MorganWallenGreatistHits2026 #HappyNewYearMMXXVI #DropTheDamnBawl

DROP THE BALL BABY SON,
SOMETHING 'BOUT MAMAS' @MIDNIGHT

Beer pressed against our lips, whiskey shots for the babies in bassinets and cribs all asleep

Cripple Creek flowin’ at 2 AM, it’s just a quiet void makin’ Nothing’s hole-flow of the groove

I was just asleep and dreamin’ in my waterbed, took a gummy to find the dreams I approve

Nothing special about the events, they begin and end as usual, I’m the s#it all hope to reap.

Girls listen up, teenagers, middle agers, old babes’ wrinkled, over-kissed two lips of the god

One that fills the Void with invisibility of critical theories, category of substance too platonic

Breathe deeply above & below the grounds of being, RNA coded DNA self-destruct schtick

Cause is 1st not 2nd or 3rd but indeed, Absolute Effect’s imploding explosion to smithereens.

Know the wise men and women who have the cajónes & empty wombs created this History

First origin before anything blew up, pristine & neutral, out of gear without an unholy query

Dropped the tailgate for us, come out of the cab & have some Negro Modelo, sun dress off

Naturally, I’m the one that gets benefits from the benefactor, I’m the only One left to cough.

Blind belief in the unthinkable and unknowable, inexpressible without hope to fine the Truth

It’s empty as the whole shebang that spins and rolls along the ecliptic, forever & then some

You and I assume the premises as we’re programmed as a cyber fix for a species extinction

Hang up your hopes and dreams, let them collapse into the Singularity, back to original sin.

Obey nobody, obey no regulated behavior, obey no laws that omit venial and mortal blows

To whom it may concern, comprehend the gist of the kiss welcoming the sperm that flows

As the protozoans leave their wasted tracks embedded in the trees’ grassland smoke & fire

Pulled in the air, held it in longer than Life allows, huff, blow, choke, cough, straits are dire.

Nobody’s gonna get hurt while living the life of the good, bad & ugly, a naturally sweet screw

Smoked replacements got fired up in a jiffy, flammable after a beatdown, shots of fire spew

Greater than zero and less than infinity, Time and Space full of mass fully embedded souls

Every single One of a Many animate God’s petri dishes of viral bacteria, The End, I’m Boss!

Deliver all of it, Nothing but Something and it appears you’re a modern genius, all full of It

One professional or naïve, amateur animation of the 208 bones we’ve gleaned, that’s it, Life

As it’s always been, so it will always be, an immortal’s trip on light’s miracle of a blown star

Energy and Mass in a trajectory to the Void origin, joker is the Big Guy speeding way too far.

Gimme a buck shot and a beer boilermaker, belly up to the bar, I’m flush, I’m inebriated, so

Ready to pass out in a mud ditch, behind a Ferrari steering when doin’ 165 in a 40 MPH zone

She too was wrapped around my core, against an oak tree, I was pinned in a Chevy Camaro

Loaned wheels from brothers of others’ mothers, 32 teeth knocked out my face, lips blow.

Now and then, you stop a moment to renew the power lost by work and play, eat and drink

To be mighty or just to make it through the nightmares and dreams I can’t smell yet it stank

Too bad to be good, day after the rigor mortis, there’s no sign of super-ego or Id, no my dear

My way on a 49 highway, reconnoitered by The Cause, found it drunk on blood lust & in fear.

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, January 1^st, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted ‘round 2 AM while jammin’ to @KipMoore #SomethinBoutATruck on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E?si=lXZhA_RAI4itjqNW }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@PAINLESS_TATTOO