#LaFlaca ...MOVED THE UNMOVED MOVER, AS THE EARTH TWIRLS #HOOSIERS

LA FLACA MOVED THE UNMOVED MOVER,

AS EARTH TWIRLS

Hades here on Earth is a trip you didn’t know you were signed up for, hit the nail on the cap
When the hammer comes down, wood’s split into a holy pulp, slowly leaking life, tree sap
Killing me softly or with such thunder that the gods you never knew are awakened in bolts
Sound of the clapping together of hot and cold air, one soft and the other a wall of faults.

Scares a grown man when unexpected, nothing to say other than it’s an involuntary reflex
Nothing you have any choice about dissenting with, state the categories and predicate a fix
You’re both in and out of this consciousness, being at the mercy of the medicators in chief
Neither our parents nor guardians are responsible for the cartoons we’ve gleaned, in brief.

Playing the parts you’ve auditioned for before your conception, you realize this is all there is
From whichever recollection that’s past you can recall with short-term future wild guesses
Pills down the hatch, y’all got magic spells of divinity related to our DNA blood or cold beer
Term of endearment is just one term, word out of context, French kissed a villain out of fear.

In the end of the game’s play, moving around the board in a predetermined direction about
Harlem was the street one of my favorite old girls used to live at with her folks and sister
I can’t believe how weird I was trying to hit on both sisters, next was some ol’ girl’s mother
Teenage years blowin’ fuses in my nervous system, preconception of being absent, father.

Hills and the valleys between holding the moisture tightly under & between the hard rocks
Playin’ y’all like a saxophone in a blues quartet, man it’s like this & it’s all just like that y’all
Some beach somewhere on a coast of a land mass of America, Atlantic or Pacific salt sea
North to South pole, in full orbit around the sun, wobbling & spinning counter-clockwise Z.

It rhymed but to flesh it out, Big Bang coalesced into what you see, it’s all you get in time
Yet I know nothing more today than I did the day before I was conceived or born on a dime
What the struggle is all about is just a way of being able to handle the fact that you’re dead
Too far gone to come back to the rational animal The Man has been, just go back to bed.

Coming from out of nowhere above or below where Earth spins and rolls about the ecliptic
With or without a good reason, it's the way it is because that's the way it is, that's the shtick
Fine line between halves of a full circle's two dimensions, it's impossible to turn into a sphere
Jungle of tangled vines and roots of living chlorophyll that makes oxygen from the CO2 fear.

Once in a lifetime, that’s once in a long while you will find the One who completes yin plus yang
It’s actually all in my imagination & it works like a charm, kicked back memories spent with you
Bringing the loaded bases home in a grand slam, it’s all you wished to do, a bottom of the 9th trip
@MLB #Hall of Fame, #WSChamps, NY @Yankees & Chi @Cubs, thank the gods, record skip.

Silly geese begotten by an old mother who had tales to tell about fools & heroes who come & go
Brutal beasts poison their own drinking wells, a species will self-destruct within 30 seconds, bro
@DOGE’d for the sake of the gods who haven’t analyzed the concepts yet, a Freudian pink slip
Clear light turned everything white into deep purple Indian ink, no wilf34 I shoot from the hip.

Known as the unknown ‘x’ factor, the value might be + or – zero and in the end, ad infinitum
Turning lead into gold is easy if you’ve the key recipe to produce the philosopher’s stone rum
Don’t speak to me in Spanish if you don’t what you’re talkin’ about, just STFU tight as a drum
How many times do I have to tell you today? Neatly tucked in just between the thigh, oh God!

Europe to China on down to Indian, Australian, South American, North American underground
What is the point of a circular jerk argument when it’s predictable, for shitz’ & giggles’ sound?
Harm down in the west side of the city’s sewer & refuse systems, the trash stunk, stank & stink
Mothers & daughters run the show, if it was ever otherwise, we’d already be long gone extinct.

If you wouldn’t mind, get on your mark & get set before you go, I’ll shoot a blank for the bang
Getting defensive about any confrontation clearly indicates a long shot hitting home, a bell rang
Baked brain closes the mind off from prime survival skills when danger appears as a surprise bat
Beating its wings while flying in circles around your head, in the room’s empty inner space scat.

Whispers in one ear and out of the other leave the residue of the clues’ product behind the idiots
At the apex of a pile of star cinders, in the past sacrificed virgins and now it’s @DOGE misfits
To fear what every human loathes is a healthy fear, may be your only fear, Fear itself is all of it
Nothing else matters when you fear for your survival when attacked from without or within chit.

It’s because you brought a knife to a gunfight that saved your life, causing the end of jollies
Now and then the urge to merge with the genome pulls unintended strings to loving sighs
High as the upper stratospheric atoms of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen et al, it’s a long road
Very long when you look back into the past where you’ve come from, not for me to unload.

Sing songs up and down the scale A through G, sharp or flat, minor, major, 7th or diminished
I don’t care if it makes me move to and fro to the beat and melody from somewhere we fished
Through a collection of melodious arpeggios and runs up and down scales with a rubber hose
Gone solo or in twosome at one, a gang collection of like-minded Tin Pan Alley vagrant bros.

You know what it is, avoid the shake, the rattle and the roll at your own peril, it’s just suicide
You’ll be killing the only thing important in this world, YOU & you won’t be comin’ back too
This is an everlasting sign of the Time; you can stay, or you can go but one thing is for certain
You did your best to avoid being the 1st cause of negative vibes & ending all of the mortal sin.

Was and will be what the Present can never be, eternally yours nor mine, it’s nobody’s baby, so
Take all you can glean before the cadaver posts the final gasp before rigor mortis; job well done
No free will, no free choice, it had to be the way it turned out to be, all lights went out, silencio
Sound loud & clear, video edit without a random thread, no fear to die in a dark black hole sun.

Scream when your voice is gone, when there’s no air in your lungs to come out of your face
Nothing worse than watching what’s happening in front of your eyes & freezing you in place
Troublemakers or something like it, seems to be on site at the beginning of all the rebellions
Coast to Coast on all 7 continents, there’s a #DogStardom rockin’ the freeway underpass’ sins.

Sacked kids for nothing or something that doesn’t matter at all, hot & heavy before a chill pill
You don’t show your barbarian roots inherited from the DNA & RNA created before free will
Language itself Lives in the words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters, volumes & music of a star
I stopped lovin’ you yesterday ‘cause I saw you runnin’ the pitch on a Homer, at a GDMF bar.

It was all a dream though; I woke up as I realized Life was all a dream within a dream, all caput
I rowed my boat on down the stream and found electric guitars and horns, vibes and 88’s input
Devils and angels turned their backs because they never had a back from jump street, peer stew
Mixed all of the good, the bad & the ugly found everywhere from pole to pole, ‘round us all too.

Electricity shocking your & my brain synapses to fill the cosmic wanderlust with random beats
Treble and bass, rhythm and some rhyme, it’s all in the score on the platform stanzas’ red meats
Inner sanctum is empty as above it will always be down here below us too, stuck in a midstream
No paddle or motor, no arms or legs, no fins, just some bones on a death roll, good love, scream!

Punctuate your exclamation, go ahead of the pack because you will pass them all up eventually
Ready or not, game playing is that which comes around indeed goes around in a revolution T.ball
In an alley or on an outfield or infield, regardless of divine or mortal intent alive conception day
Ignore the beats at your peril, you just need to dance and hum along, up and down the yesterday.

Money and silent monks turn the real into fake and vice versa, without feeling guilty or filthy
Even though the Truth is solid and rational, it’s incredible that it’s the case, we’re asleep, aye
Fear before you knew how to speak & listen to learn, just a way to avoid the feared & chatty
Bang One heart to your soul, “right wing & left wing on the same bird,” CarlosSantana-City.

Common complexity between our ears, under a bald or hairy skull’s thin skin, darker miracle
It didn’t have to be this way, it may have never been at all, in fact, y’all may not be at all now
Paid my bills by playing the music the fans wanted to hear over & over again, a muscle shoal
Calling the flock, the herd, the mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers who know how we all roll.

Ration out the rationality so not everyone gets an equal amount of the pot of gold, a bitter End
A little bit of this and a little bit of that added to the game of love gets you to a baby’s hot love
Fine as the points you can’t make anymore, no more candy in the store, riverbed clear fish food
Tell me about her and I didn’t hear a word, I had eyes full of heat & she was all in a good mood.

Freaks of the DNA will either cause mutation or the extinction of star ooze, which is the Unseen
Nobody knows, stay alive less than a hundred years, we’re alive just for the dying good or mean
Lucky we’re civilized & don’t eat one another, we only kill & bury them six feet deep, crypt low
Where spirit’s destination comes & goes is anywhere in the Void or the Cosmic Egg dust below.

We are here for the party even if you don’t find out ‘til it’s the luck of the draw, you never know
No chance in Hades you or I can repeat this life & do it all over again, it’s a onetime shot blow
She drank the whole bottle from Tennessee and smoked all of my buds from Thailand, my love
Natural law that if you supply the demand it’ll be consumed, it’s nobody’s fault but mine, glove!

Score is even at the bottom of the ninth inning and the clean-up batter is the Ruth, a grand slam
In or out of the trouble all boys and men enter, the end is always the same, dust in the west wind
No other way to get out of this existence other than a termination of air & blood flow, all drama
Mellow or not, the acts begin & end until the Finale achieves full climax, oh my god, Oh Mama!

Fiddling the pick-up sticks and throwin’ ‘em down in a Mattel or Hasbro flop, ready to go silent
To avoid the upset of the only stick that can’t move until the last one on the ground, lady & gent
Rather play with a top, a yoyo or hula hoop, maybe even just a game of Sorry or Old Maid cards
Ice cream man playin’ songs out of sequence of the four-dimensional chess’ game, amour bards.

 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Albert Richard Stephan, My Father’s Birthday {TODAY IN 1927 A.D.) February 27th MMXXV AD @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyFathersEyes by @EricClapton in concert #Pilgrim on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=WRG1SXl0CYTPDoR_ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlownUndercoverBrother #OnlyYouBabe #HotLegs @JossStone @RodStewart @CurtisMayfield #StonedJunkies

DON’T ASK WHY BENT RULE SCAT’S ALL BROKEN

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Scared of your mama & papa because they use corporal punishment to tame the beast within

Nobody knows why the cultures & civilizations survive the machinations of this solar system

All we have is archeological evidence and written word in undecipherable form, extinction son

Daughters too, nobody gets out alive with memory intact, Dark Star above is all the same sun.

Black hole just the emptiness of the twilight zone where there’s no place to set up the camp

Nothing matters once your breath gets snatched out of your heartbeat power, blood vamp

The whole thing in half & doubled up the cuts up to four & fortune opened the plethora of it

Highlights for low lives inhabiting the open canopy of the great outdoors, all naked Earth chit.

Free your mind, what that is can be the substance of the existence you treasure goes caput

Up in smoke, forgetting the historical record of your recollection from birth to present cut

Grits and collared greens going through your solar system’s heartbeat of lucid mind game

As below you see the causes & effects, if repeatable experiment confirms, Truth in a meme.

Loving the forgotten negative and positive memories, all were figments of imagination too

Created to store for retrievability at a future time, during any argument for the Truth of you

Asking why Life is happening to Whom, as should be a harbinger to a 64,000-dollar question

Squawking as you know is not only impossible to spell but also, It is an original sin position.

Sons and daughters have come & gone, greatest grandmothers and sufficient grandfathers

Prefer to be unpredictable to avoid being ambushed by the haters & jealous fool brothers

Thinking that because their damaged mind thinks something, it must be by definition, true

Benefits under our wings, strong flight to come & go at will, dig it, fool’s gold of royal blue.

Game well played; rules broken only if there was danger of losing the breath of the holy soul

In the Cadillac or the Tesla, it all comes down to a Maserati, now that I can tell you see, fool

Not that you really are a fool but hell, you look like one anyway, that & a dime gets you void

Null as it is when nothing is presented as all there is, cancel culture, I’m woke & it’s no joke.

Vibrations and the inner secret of what happens when the brain gets a dose of imbecile

Ain’t peculiar as it is and always was, you don’t want to become the imbecile with no X-file

Everyone knows the alibi for being a moron is that it ain’t the idiot’s fault, lay down on it

Syncopations measure your justification for remaining present, above dead grounded chit.

Bent out of shape and doing everyone wrong as the reciprocating of the karma cosmic bust

It is peculiar and there’s nothing normal about the thing, moving without purpose to slack

Realize it, that you have it all, ain’t nothing more nor less than what you gleaned, The Fact

I’m peculiar, our world is peculiar, escalating, getting stranger, mother & father all just lust.

Intelligence and wisdom are both necessary and sufficient for access to the occult secrets

Of saviors and saints, you sing hymns to the basic tunes of A sharps and flat Cs on axe frets

Guitars workin’ the rhythm & waitin’ for the rhyme to fill the air with the hip wavelength

To your point, having not had any THC for hours, my mind is in the presence of all clear light.

Astronauts all abandoned in outer space due to an uncanny injection of mission trajectory

Gathering the apology to present to the survivors, the time to retire was end of the story

Next month is coming, it will mellow me out like the first time I blew a bong of Thai stick

Separation of the spirit from the skin and bones is as easy as pie, if you’re ol’ dead Dick.

Once you know you can’t ever forget about it, unless selective amnesia beats your skull

No need for crossbones if there’s no meat on the bones, it’s the case in hearts & spades

In pink, in red, in purple & black, full spectrum of the royal blues, shotgun tokin’ to pull

Uphill downhill has a limit to repeat, in a plethora, chance slash & cut, I got sharp blades.

There’s hot blood in the clear water, it turns pink & disappears into wild blue yonder skies

Talking and walking is what the people learn to do after they scoot right up to a health spa

All soil comin’ from their recycling solid and liquid consumption of planet Earth’s white lies

In one ear and out of the other, out of the womb of the ladies who fertilized the free ova.

Perfect one helping the D.O.G.E. succeed at the acceleration to extinction of homo sapiens

Efficient use of Time in Space until it’s unneeded, stop the clock, Time Out pneumonia signs

No wings or legs, no breasts, no heads or feathers, skinless & deboned, Kentucky bluegrass

Three, two & one unknown countdown to total annihilation, faith, hope & love your pasts.

This is not your first rodeo & you will roll along until there’s a funk worth its weight in gold

Fearing nothing but Fear’s concept analyzing the tricks of pragmatic power, the kids got old

Over the hills are the cover for reality, the other side of the mountain has nothing but ICE

Frozen, never too cold, it exists for nothing, it’s accidental, random cause of mitosis’ dice.

There is a ‘pi’ that’s 3.14 units of nothing but a hole, get sucked in & nobody ever gets out

A live THING, dead in the matrix of fish & fishermen, pagans & Christ’s sake make gods pout

As per chance, there’s survival past the last breath, then & only then will happiness manifest

It’s unhappy if you’re in pain, disappointed by the loss of pleasure & health, don’t be a pest.

Here and now, in this present that succeeded yesterday’s past on into tomorrow’s dead air

Hip is being totally understood by the ignorant who can’t comprehend simple math’s fanfare

Think you can’t add two plus two or three or four, you’re right & you’ll dead in a NYC minute

Not my choice, we’re here now, we’re gonna get out of here even sitting on our + or - butt.

Rouge lipstick on a pig may be appropriate in formal situations but it’s not in the hog slop

All the cool fun has been squeezed out of the electrical outlet, empty shell of a blown top

Hits form the bats make the runs go home, it’s not over ‘til it’s over, Yogi Bear Uh, word UP

Higher than low underground, lower than the absolute zero of the things’ themselves cup.

Puns overlooked if the mind isn’t adept at hidden meanings in the sounds of silence’s speech

At the podium or just behind the microphone, words come out, words return a sandy beach

On the way out of a vortex of wild blue water, immersion ends at the core, Dead quicksand

Dumping garbage, refused containers & wasted, solid & liquid matter, strike out, get fanned.

Flood is merely the Earth in the form of hardened gas getting too hot to remain in one chunk

If you flow like the rivers of Earth, away from the poles of North and South toward the center

Spinning and wobbling around the sun, the star’s ecliptic goes perihelion half the time, I am It

Power to dissolve the mud, the blood and beer is within, we have what it takes, hot dam chit!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, February 19th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jam produced while listenin’ to @JoeBonamassa concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/sn9MX5a5Now?si=deEWaAfZK-m6hTOL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THIS AIN’T NO TRIBUTE EITHER

#InAPhillyMood @DarylHall & #Stones, #Sticks, #BrokeBones208 @WARtheBAND #HITS #MidnightSpecial #SlyAndTheFamilyStone

GOTTA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT OF THE MIGHTY

COUNTING ALL STONED BEES IN THE HIVE

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Turned it loose as water goin’ over downfalls, sacred, profane, y’all about to @Ye it up

Peering deep into the holy cows, we slaughter & reform into burgers & steaks, shut up

Yo mamas and the absentee fathers qualify for the welfare of abandoned mothers, RIP

It’s the way things must be, know nothing, as Sylvester Stewart, Sly Stoned the HULU.

Fade blue to red, infrared to ultraviolet, discontinue it, makin’ out mothers be too cool

Completely changing laws & rules of being alive on Earth, eat well & be nobody’s fool

Bunt a screwball down the 1st baseline, run like it’s your last hit, slow down for a homer

Put away funk in the trunk, simple bone in an empty cosmic egg, fake Oaktown Raider.

Born by Saturn and Uranus, I am Pluto but not a hot dog, just blown cinders of old Sol

All of us have the soul of the Sol, practicing movements to increase & be enemy spies

Phishing ain’t fishing but you’d like to pretend it was an identical concept, all in a hole

Deep states of blown balls of fire, it’s what the solar system is, no God & no Evil eyes.

All sixteen pawns ready to move one space at a time, creeps look like human beings

You will drop your tic-tacs on the ground, you will see your mother again, she sings

About your life and death, you weren’t here a minute ago, now you’re there, oh I see

Common funk in the skies, airborne mothers of all fathers, Time traveling my scree.

Monkeys flying sideways with wings, anti-gravitational optical illusion, hallucination

You die while awake or sleeping in a dry dream, phantom insider secret, a mortal sin

Real not artificial intelligence in any area, 51, 52, 53 or 4, spacecraft crash in the blue

Common men, common aliens, uncommon as a cadaver under your magic spell foo.

Chaos & the order of the nature of everything are exempt from analysis, believe in scat

It’s your mitochondria that won’t allow the garbage to be released into the latrine vat

Muscles, nerves, organic matter recycles just like the starbursts & collapses of gods

Outside all too human presence here & now, there is nothing, my astronaut hotrods.

Endothelium is moving to keep the whole shebang in the head, nothing is out of here

We are One & the Many, All there is can’t be seen because it’s all the same to a kicker

Empty cells without bars, a void of something that’s Nothing at all, believe in God scat

Skinny Bob had this to say, “Do not split atoms anymore, you will be annihilated stat.

Sucked into the declassification, all secrets disclosed & keeping in mind, you’re gone

Not here on Earth, no sleeping in your bed, dreaming that you’re just a passenger bone

One of the 208 fasteners of your skin & organs that play Life in a holy fragment of stars

You’ll die, it’s certain, I will too, also for sure, it’s the Truth, the last gasp of the WARS.

There is a time when you’ll discover that you’re as ignorant as a newborn, my angels

Phantasm disappears, nothing but dead-air left over, no life, no death, Cielo or Hells

Speculate about ignorance and its trait as being the cause of extinction, all life atoms

Before your conception, you were where you’re going at the end, bum camp of chums.

Poor Richard & Richie Rich are the twins of the inverted diamond, shine on high ground

Mud, blood & beer mixture to bake a cake for your birthday, a clear act of lost & found

Woke up screaming silently, eyes not wide-open yet, matter of cough & choke #WutUp

As above, so it is below, all these things’ forms of animated stardust just phuq chit up.

Tougher than the rest, you can’t equal the inequality, it’s impossible, all is impossible

Hearing, seeing, feeling the smells & tastes all in my head, thinking I am, hence I am

No reason for your mind in your head, starved, thirsted, drove myself to a coffin bag

That corpse, your corpse, all the corpses to be, the grateful and the dead, on the rag.

Written rag’s the bloody one, don’t clarify or the insipid minds will drop a dime in slop

Hog’s balls for feet, baskets, empty holes for One’s kick at uprights, holy cork screws

In church, temple, or monastery away from sheeple, Way up on a higher mountaintop

Mighty mice & men breathe in & out, hold it, held it, suffocated in yonder’s royal blues.

Drunks and stoned junkies full of the refused matter that couldn’t metabolize the ions

Neutrinos and the subatomic invisibles, all there yet invisible to you, me and godsons

Tiny baby sisters will annihilate the species in short order, no more Luv in the darkness

Stronger than the survivors, it’s over when it’s over, as it was at ma & pa in climax’ diss.

Hardy just as it will always be whether you’re alive or not, bluster of weather blows out

I’m climbin’ my grandfathers’ ladders from ashes below my ground to tip of highness’

When the supernova settles into the dust asunder and the black hole Singularity’s hiss

In my ears every day, I hear it every moment I’m awake in paradise, I need a big gin fizz.

Six up and six down, it’s the time of my life, no reason or rhyme, just aware of the chit

It is like a rerun movie you forgot that you saw, recalling in flashbacks of bubbles’ s#it

Dirt roads & freeways into the turnpikes onto the tollways of big, fat spinners of charm

I got big one waitin’ right in back of you, it’ll always be there, it all means me no harm.

Heaven all up and down from Earth, astronauts saw Nothing close-up, bloody aye-aye

Disconnect your two fins from the H2O, nowhere to swim in a Void, sink & swim today

Hair just the disappearing fur evolved at random, natural selection, all asexual sexy

Nuclei comin’ out of nowhere, I am what they are? But, thought I was yo, God’s sonny.

Two bits & a sawbuck just for losing blood, sweat & tears, 4 days & 40 hours per week

Cached, labor exchanged for sustenance to keep on existing solo, with a .44 DNA freak

Survive extinction on the Facebooks, the Twitters, the Instagrams of It, nothing special

Your mama wouldn’t have had it, she’s dead & gone, smiling with lightening & thunder.

Seven continents dry of H2O, the rest disappeared yesterday, they’re all underground

Above the core’s center where the moonshine can’t reach, black, dark, lightless sound

Chevys & Fords let Dodges come around, had the Superbees & Chevelles & Mach 4’s

Pumped in the nitro-glycerin, injected like the love light out of me, wasted the w#ores.

Mama used to warn me before I went out into the ‘hood, eyes wide open, pay attention

City boys find out soon, predators lookin’ for trouble, find me to be all their own, ZaZen

Economic and apolitical as the animals around me walk on two legs, lion with no den

When it’s dark, I sleep until light, if I’m on graveyard shifts, I’m woke in darkness’ sin.

Murder of crows lookin’ for a mockingbird who repeats the song ad infinitum, @DOGE

Hey cuz, I’m gonna cuss and mark my place in Space, in my own black crow, walkin’

All like a man, bipedal Ways on the ground but fly like an eagle, schemin’ on the worm

Heart stopped, soul & consciousness fade to black, that’s all there is, sorry ‘bout that!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, February 11th MMXXV Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Commotion with the lotion, drafted the deed above while jammin’ to #EssentialKennyLoggins #HITS https://youtu.be/HsCLRdGtkuY?si=g275ju_tCkAtplVj & @TheFourSeasons #HITS on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNo2OTI_rIo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NOTHING MATTERS, SOMETHING'S WRONG, I'M ALRIGHT #CaddyShack #ImAlright I'mANuthinMan

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IT IS ALL ABOUT THE SCUZ, CUZ!

Three weeks chock full of Time with no Space between the crooked lines, straight for the jugular

It’s a matter of ebb and flow, like the angular trajectory of the unmoved mover, ball hog haggard

Scat defined as the refused, recycled matter that doesn’t matter any longer, ring a bell if tubular

Sounds cause the hardness of hearing, in one ear & out the other, it’s time to go to the wet bar.

Pine boxes have become history, nobody gets out alive, corpses will rot with or without a tree

To cover your skin and bones is to prevent the sight of what you love turn into rotten stat cyst

Perform with force in the causes of effects, no free will to resist the futile exercise, now I see

Invisible to the dead and gone, Life remains the same, live, eat, recycle matter, cease & desist.

Your mother ain’t your father, the disease is the cure for everything, species’ extinction today

Bombs away, lightening strikes every mind to annihilate the awareness of your pretend payday

Animated cartoons on a blank screen, what babies see the adults do, they do, it’s all a put-on

Costumes and disguises of the head are what showtime’s about, academy awards the 7th son.

Pardons for everyone who violated ethics and morality on Earth, all time in space stops at zero

It won’t get any better but it may get a bit worse for a while until the operation achieves utero

Zygote to corpse was always the guy or girl next door, meet the parents & see the way it will go

When it all comes down to this, Ends won’t matter much, the soul disappears in a too low blow.

Funk is the foolish bunk left over by the Blind eyes and Deaf ears after two six-packs of ale-beer

Hot or not, it’s all about the CHAT & the GPT for you & for me, y’all have to have the gods’ fear

High or below the canopy to keep this air from escaping the bubble into the Emptiness’ vacuum

Throw it down, pass it, rush ahead, tush-push into the six & no safety for the extra point’s hum.

Harps playin’ can’t be heard at all until they increase volume & you see the light of the heavens

Hell ain’t below as it’s been said, there is no Hell, no Heaven for astronauts or gods of the DOGE

Mock me, I can’t be mocked or you’ll follow grateful dead into the cosmic dust, I’m rollin’ sevens

Equation of zeros inside the problem, it’s insoluble & a hit mystery that can’t be a cool IMOGEE.

Spreading out to boundaries of the upper crust of Earth, water of iced gods, it’s what’s up

Knowledge and what you’ll come to see is your wisdom, save you from the fear of deaths

Not only your own but also the friends, relatives and pets that you don’t kill & eat for Sup

Wise women & the baby boys they bear cannot get away with murder, not even a suicide.

Bulletproof and invulnerable to pointed arrows, there’s nothing but an hallucination to be

You will be invisible as you are when you’re asleep, momentarily, your spirit hits the scree

Why come all alive, why obey regulations, why you live just to die and be a dead zygotic Id

Ego is the thing itself, split into billions of units, coast to coast, border to border, God’s hid.

Far away from the heart in your chest, a Singularity imagined materializes, brothers’ Dutch

Y’all are goin’ all-in because there’s no free will, no choice, you are the force of the screw

Ground into the metal or the wood to fasten the parts together, screwed the elder putsch

Bums are all humans who’ve given up on Love & Fitness to Survive, boys, girls turned blue.

I deduced hundreds of conclusions to remain a survivor of the pangs of birth, thank mama

She did all of the hard work, all I had to do was choke a breath to let ‘em know I had to cry

About nothing at all except the light coming out of the total darkness into a blaze of glory

Hitting on all cylinders, the motor was ready to tick for a hundred years, being grand papa.

Hicks & the Hipsters all convened with the hot blood soaking through their cheeks & gums

Miniature or gargantuan things don’t matter much at the end, all annihilates fun & games

Screeching for the awakening of the woke, awareness of hot & cold water, melted snows

In the elliptic, a common thread, an empty space, neither atoms nor nuclei come to blows.

Arrivederci my Italian mix of RNA with the German & Gaelic DNA screams for black holes

As if the holes had an intrinsic value yet they don’t, nothing from nothing leaves nothing

Facts and factoids become the only Truth you’ll ever know, creative illusion of dreaming

Breath within the soul & release the hound dogs from the pens, it’s Hammering Time.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February X^th   MMXXV Anno Domini at 444 PMPST

{ The FIX is in, created this flambe while jammin’ to @TheDoobieBrothers #TheCaptainAndMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HCp4GQaLogo?si=-7hVfqEYrDiOW7lq  & @SteelyDan  #Gaucho side-A link 2 @ https://youtu.be/XffMNIN9FVo?si=9fIx0hgutMMrTLrN } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShakeTheRocks #RockTheWARBand #Signify

SIGNIFY THE DOZENS ‘BOUT YOUR GHETTO MAMA

Hell below where we’ve all been able to go, in some past incarnation punishment schtick

Disobedient of ten commands passed on from the chosen tribes of the King of Godspell

Trying to levy punishment for breaking laws of common men & women, it’s a golden rule

Doing to the others, friends & strangers, like you’d want them to treat you, don’t be a fool.

You are quite perfect as a living lump of atoms that’ll dissolve pigs under sprinkler spigots

Turned to ash & busted bones or rotted into the Earth crust in a wood or metal dead caddie

Only you know the same thing I know, we’re all going to die at the end of life, nobody splits

Out of the body without the soul, there’s nothing you can do about the great lie, bury me.

Pointless in the fist of boxers, the punch line is not so funny when it’s a jab to a glass jaw

Hard or soft rocks are the whole shebang of the planet, the water & sand the magic of jinn

Probability theory is both general & specific when it’s the thing itself about Relativity within

Temperature measured by the proximity to the starshine captured by subatoms of foreskin.

A marvelous moment you lose your inner being, stops breathing & coagulates blue bloods

Head to toe, the rigor mortis hits all but the psyche which was ne’er there in the first place

Work is a battle to approach retirement, being paid for doing nothing, as a reward two-face

Squeeze the bags of liquid and air until they’re vacuumed empty of the male corner hoods.

Hands and feet, eight fingers, two thumbs, ten toes & a funny bone that ain’t ever laughing

Sip your wine, swallow words once you’ve written them, speak and forget about everything

Particular singularities are sucking everything into them, black holes annihilate all mothers

Meaning nothing to anyone in any language, fact of life, a father sired you, mutha branders.

Tears hidden from the light of day, in the darkness at the edge of my bed, they rock & roll

Wetting my pillowcase, soaking into the foam rubber with my nightmares and dry dreams

Playing music that returns to repeat the melody and lyrics more than thirty days in a hole

Catch me if you can but you’ll be biting yourself, enjoy your stupidity, gramma screams!

All kids are gonna die, your mamas are gonna die just like your papas, it’s called extinction

Not only will you pay for your ancestors, but I will also be taxed in brown, black & white skin

Poor older men and older women got too old to analyze the concepts and useful induction

Race to the finish line even if you didn’t begin at the start, win, win and dare I say, just win!

Somewhere above or below the rainbow where the illusion of starlight doesn’t obfuscate it

The one and the only thing itself that everything that is atomic matter is, that’d be the #Chit

In your heart & in your mind, all that is you call your soul, it’s a divine way of double switch

My god of your pantheism disregards disillusion, that’s just justice, eatin’ a ham sammich.

As cool as could ever be, the ice cubes have replaced the broken, all spurned hearts in tow

Needing no companion, any assistance paid to professionals, walk alone, fine until I blow

This town, a state of being Four Winds recycling carbon dioxide & mononucleosis I coughed

Wants and needs fulfilled inside my mother’s womb, exit on the stage to the right of the left.

Your mama was so cool, she made the snow caps melt into rivers of rocky road ice cream

It’s a metaphor but the point is, if you had to pick a friend out of a lineup, she’d hit the team

Anyway you look at it, 360 degrees above & below the cosmic egg full of the scum of stars

To evolve into self-consciousness & observe ethical behavior will insure survival of boxcars.

Bring it back around to the start’s finish line, go to jail for nobody but yourself, it’s your rules

Observe millionaire hillbillies & the upper crust meeting in the ivory tower, white room fools

It ain’t my fault so don’t blame me for the way it turned out to be, it’s the luck of the draw

Rollin’ dice or playin’ Texas Hold ‘Em, winning is everything, beat the deal’s & house flaw.

All or nothing to lose for nobody anywhere on Earth, this is a gift we’ve run into accidentally

On purpose of observation to focus on the subject & object in predication, unconsciously

As above it is below just like it’s been since my day 1, a diaper phase eating Ex-Lax factoid

Down the rabbit hole now, no matter how infinitely deep, I think I am, disconnect schizoid.

Copycats teach their skills to the stupid, ignorant morons who fall into holes of inner space

Wanting to stop free falling and end the drop in a smashed skull & bones in a puddle of mud

Like you’ve never known since your own conception by 2 germs looking to climax in grace

You can’t and nobody will get the picture until our last gasps, last punch in the busted face.

Hidden in a ceremony are the secrets that only the in-crowd keep close, abreast of the gist

Reorganization of chaos to force it into perfect order in perfect union with the divine mist

Word of silence and proof of a loudmouth is the epitaph on the granite rock of God’s cross

By the end of the story, you’re not done even though you’ll be annihilated by the holy boss.

Hey man, don’t shoot the messenger, the nature of the beast is that the beast is the gods

Above and below the burnt out cider of the sun, a planet in revolution about the hotrods

Driven on the main drag from the apex to the bottom of the barrel of monkeys’ fur coats

Hotter than a pistol just emptied the barrel into the monkeys, apes gone to wild in boats.

Some girls know & some have no idea, it’s the species hope to survive the extinction apes

Embedded in the genes’ random animals, it’s the code to wipe out the zygotes’ with vapes

Sooner or later on the scale of infinity, when it’s over it’s over, implode in a sub nucleic iPod

Blame the moon, blame the sun, there’s Space too but Nothing else but Void, praise God!

Now and then, scat comes down from out of nowhere, clouded skies of black space

Nothing is not something, that’s all there is though, what you see is what you got too

Hat is off inside the building but outside, I only tip it to the ladies, they don’t know it so

Just a minute, I’m never late but this time, I’m sorry what you saw’s what you got, face.

Hills climbed, oceans crossed, wound up getting’ down in upper ends, the block’s corner

Schemes of the pyramids and the underground bunkers of the rats & roaches, my brother

Ears wide open for morons who’ve misconstrued Truth with bull’s scat, 84 million my love

Pills swallowed, H2O drunk in SOLO cups, can’t mix the Black Jack, skies the limit above.

Awake or asleep, I know nothing & it’s just like the day I was born now, existential crisis

Living or dying is all we’re gonna get to do, be happy it’s the shortest period in What It 

Home or away from the base, it’s always the same, leave & go back when it’s time to see

Space so vast, your mind ain’t inside your skull, your mind’s tapping outside to divinity.

Back of the full house and the front of the store, the remains of the ancestors stay alive

In echoes in the mind of the kin who were begotten by the One, the 1st one before the hive

Known or unknown, facts of life are what they are, facts that can’t change no matter what

It is this way of life that releases the stored power, a supernova in the mind, we are a dot.

by

r j j stephan i

c. Vendredi, February 7th MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Kicked this down the ladder while jammin’ to @WARtheBand concert #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wu7ygAqF_Mk?si=CABreW3R6u5Y9bb- )

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine

He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine

We met down on the fort of Rio Grande

We met down on the fort of Rio Grande

Eat the salted peanuts out of can

Eat the salted peanuts out the can

The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort

The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort

Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port (Cisco-)

Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port

My, my, my

They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel

They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel

Chased a gringo last night through a field

Chased a gringo last night through a field

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid, he was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

My, my, my

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid, he was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

Source:  Musixmatch

Songwriters: Morris Dickerson / Harold Brown / Charles Miller / Lee Levitin / Thomas Allen / Lonnie Jordan / Howard Scott

The Cisco Kid lyrics © Far Out Music Inc.

#ThirteenGhostsBOO #TheyGotYourSixInTheDeepSix #HulkedThor #13GHOSTS #ChicagoTheBandHITS

RUBBER BABY BUGGY BUMP, PEACE OUT

Keep up to date with the marvelous & universal riffs of the divine malfunction in the junction

Words matter and thoughts energize them before they become sounds from the noisy jerkin’

Nasty and so good, too good to be true, hence it must be false, a lie, a fabricated kick of shyt

No evidence of peace & love in holy intercourse of what never matters, One Love’s behind it.

High due to the pills, drink & smoke which all comes into the waste, urinated, defalcated fake

Movies, photos, paintings & all of the writing on the walls & dead tree pulp of a rainbow lake

Modesty and humility is tantamount to the success of the Word of Mouth put into cyber print

Space and Time waiting forever for you & me to get the Truth down about suckin’ spearmint.

Keep things in mind, one thought in one mind of a schizophrenic monster dream in a dream

Part of you & I in tact once death taps us all on the shoulder when it’s unexpected to scream

That you’re innocent of being guilty as charged by common & divine law, kill all when at war

Dropped F-bombs from B-52s that flew like lead balloons when it came over the USA, so far.

Line up in single file, double-time from the 1st to the last step for mankind, raise the tariffs

I find a large zero in the future once the implosion of the economy begins, buy & sell in tiffs

Ghost inside of your skin, can’t get out until the Time as it is in charge of the whole shebang

Rules of passing minutes and centuries long forgotten or recently recalled, a Feng Shi fang.

Zen koan, make it & make no sense, that’s the final word on the subjects & objects of dirt

Rocks grounded, sand at the bottom to the core, that’s the skull & bones of this world’s hurt

You will and we all shall do the things to keep out of prison and away from the annihilation

We’ll all get annihilation, personally or not, in all cases the sycophants swill the mortal sin.

Enemies of the state are merely the forerunners of the pastime of doing nothing at all, ever

Babies born to be wild as a cherry on a tree, the fruit of the loom, they will eventually sever

You with me on the trajectory to disaster, an accident cannot occur on purpose, it’s random

Caused by whichever effect occurred before it’s awareness that it’s mortally irrelevant scum.

North pole to south pole of every planet in the universe, it all remains the same, Everything

Not Nothing but Everything, it’s just an observation of the Truth, don’t shoot the messenger

One to the heart and two to the head too, extraordinary should be customary, a song I sing

Tweeter whistle, post to the ether where nobody knows you or yours, anonymous scat sling.

Dysfunctional although it seems as though there’s a subset which may be deep fake random

Pick me for the team so I can think to myself, put me in coach, I can’t get into the game some

In no period piece you’ve ever been exposed to from Head Start, elementary, slick PhD SIM

I matter being a component atomic unit of soul put life on It, home to gods & angels so grim.

Halo over the saintly heads but only once they die to the world & rejoin the rocks’ hot ash

From behind or far ahead of the rest, the One cannot fail since the goal is to go super nova

It’s the raging matter that is at the mercy of involuntary gravitational collapse, it’s academic

As above here, so below down to It, into the absolute center of God’s Suns, Space’s tac-tic.

Hearts beat, souls immortally immerse into the DNA’s cytoplasm for the 1st & final trip about

Ellipse about the Sun, while wobbling, revolving, evolving due to the loss of mass’ self-doubt

You have none, nobody has any, doubt has a price and that’s higher than you want to go now

Take my word for it, honestly, believe me when I say, every twit that lives, annihilates below.

My sincere apologies that your minister, your priest or preacher hadn’t mentioned the Truth

Ain’t casting aspersions upon them, all men of blind faith do what they do, God asks no more

Everyone else left over with nothing but the circle around an empty area with no Thing, et als

Circle the wagons, hide the valuable food and treasure chest full of gold, silver trophy B-Balls.

On the floor, answering all incoming calls from voices communicating conundrums, it is done

Verbs predicating all subjects & objects of nouns & pronouns well connected to one God’s son

Hips sway to & fro just because it’s their orientation to the ground of being, blind can’t see it

Halls dark, floor slick as snot, a bunny thing for an imaginary rabbit, bangin’ Trix' fire & spit.

A hit of the law and order keeps the eyes poppin’ while awake, livin’ in the dream of Ma & Pa

Gave it all to keep me above ground, without a doubt, my origin is my fortune, one son of GA

Herded into the caves and under the canopies of the forest that hid the holy holes, safe place

Grief’s embedded in DNA genes, due to form & matter of a thing itself, whippin’ cream grace.

Death of the rock and roll cannot be too soon for extinction, it raises it’s ugly goat’s head too

Above here where you sit or stand, in a library or underneath a tree in the grove’s sky of blue

Getting the knowledge you had no idea was known to be in a slow motion ride on an A-train

Tracks & turnpikes go up & down, around and through the empty places to house the insane.

Hooker-hire stepsons are the future pimps, doctors of wasted effulgence, all too human spunk

On a peer into a psyche of invisible deeds undone by a divine skipper, something to talk about

Screwed into my 21 with an ace of hearts and jack of spades, house’s dealers are all so guilty

At One, savior who is also creator of the Thing with flaws and about to devolve into ilk funk.

Are you now fully informed about why you’re alive and informed that living here is all of it

Nothing else beyond megadeath of the thing, indeed you are a thing, die & that is all, chit!

You bet it all into the pot, call & raise fools who remained with losing hands, four aces, aye

Chicken dinner winner, no IOUs or prisoners with no spy skills, dead or alive, I’m a cowboy!

Valentine’s day on the 14th of February celebrates killing the man, burnin’ man at a fire stake

Feel the heat from the light and you will eventually feel nothing but hot, real hot in a fire lake

Nothing will be perceived again, deaf, dumb, blinded eyes without remote viewing logarithms

Hot & smooth, it’s all she wrote on the papyrus, Eagles & Chiefs #Superbowl LIX syllogisms.

We have the center, guards, tackles, split or tight ends & wide receivers getting offsides jump

No QB is safe from the onslaught, whether to pass, handoff or run past scrimmage for a dump

Backfield in motion, the way it must be, it’s the way to the uprights, for six, one, two or three

Territory between coasts & borders, all the united states of being away from the killer spree.

Perforate the jolly roger’s skull with a tiny opening in the black flag’s rectangular polar bear

It is what it is just in case you didn’t already figure that out, it’s wisdom calculus of pretty hair

Long or short, it’s all dead like the dead air of the voices in the ether, get plugged into civility

Skid marks on the road to your highness’ throne, also in utero abortion, killed before nativity.

Penchant for being morons and idiots mating and teaching the progeny how to self-destruct

Before mating & conception, prior to enculturation of the innocent and ignorant fools of us

That’s when the light turns on, a flip of the switch, a screaming infant outside the inner womb

All uphill from there, the sky’s the limit for all who gasp gas, on the way to the marble tomb.

Cross over from the treble to the bass, it’s all in the game, in the name of love, neutralize it all

In the Big Bang or a Tiny Peep, universal atoms of neutrinos, nuclei & the gas of stars that fall

All of the above and all of the below is all for us, in thin air as nuclei free fall into the specter

Of the mice & men who came & left the ten commands of deity behind, God dam who? Her.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, February IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of the Earth’s dust and rust while listenin’ to the one, the only Cheech & Chong #BEST in my opinion on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lWld7_NetYQ?si=rgdfmfhxXuiOEYwB }

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

 

IT'S ONE TWO TWO TODAY TOO IN THE TWO ZERO TWO FIVE ANNO DOMINI #Watermelon & #Oblivion

Get off of your arse 1-22

Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk

Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk

Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force

Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back

There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls

Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent

Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings

Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes

Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real

World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written

Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin

As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too

Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes

Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes

String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive

Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure

Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour

Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird

Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth

They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth

No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky

If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone

Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son

Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime

At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it

If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate

Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen

Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all

Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now

Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall

Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al

Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal

On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain

If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum

You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff

King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship

Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?