#F-47 ARTISTIC LICENSE SUSPENDEED IN THIN AIR, FOREVER & TODAY! ROBERT ZIMMERMAN & THE TEMPTATIONS #SkunkworksMythology #ICantSeeItAtAll #F-47 FLIGHT 341 RHAPSODY IN BLUES

AS ABOVE, SO WHAT BELOW?

Don't blame me for the things I cannot control that happen to us all, go ahead

Blame me anyway for all of the effects of every cause under the sun, it's dead

Soul and spirit that did not survive the flatline of the EKG, it was over, all over

Nothing like a ghost floating into another dimension, to see happiness forever.

Being adult and avoiding the childhood fairy tales of our ancestry, just do it

If you have your senses & utilize logic & reason, conclusions will deduce I

One immortal one that you & only you are, can't be uncertain about a fit bit

A maneuver required it, it was the only option to succeed, a divine white lie.

Beer and wine, not to mention the spirits distilled by heated concoction high

Onto the gist of the whole shebang, where angels all fear to go, a God on nigh

Hits below and above your belts, knowing the feeling you've recalled yet again

Harm or first aid applied before y'all give up the ghost, it's academic mortal sin.

Fear of whatever Nothing is when it all comes down to Everything, in Time

Moment by infinite seconds measuring the forms and matter droppin' a dime

Upon our heads, within & without the skull, all in the bones, damaged tumors

Alive and well in the yin & yang present moving from future to past's doors.

Your words ring in my ears or maybe it's just the tinnitus or tell-tale heartbeat

You know, only you do and I know too, the Truth cannot keep you in a seat

Sat as long as allowed by the condition you've dropped into, hello & farewell

Golden Rule absorbed into the plethora, dream was a dream Eden's holy hell.

If and only if a conclusion is absolutely true, then the premises are true too

There are no alternatives to this undeniable truth about the nature of Reality

Why we're all breathing in the gas & exhaling the gas, for a short time, see

Or even if blinded by the light, your intellect unveils the Truth, it is Blues.

Afterlife is either somewhere or nowhere, only for the living on Earth's orb

No other planets of this Sun nor planets orbiting any star in the infinity blur

None of them have living, animate, aerobic & anaerobic mutations of Darwin

Life on Earth, as y'all know, as they say, that's a dream in a dream, a win-win.

Gone far away from the first place we all started from, ahead is behind a door

No lock, no latch to open it, shut tight to keep the hands off of the hot redwood

Yet, there it was and still is, a barrier keeping the chafe outside on the loop's rim

Fly away to grab a piece of a cosmic pizza, it's like a frisbee, returnin' to him.

Inner sanctum imploded then exploded, a holy and empty space between stars

Each of the ones compiled into the many with no gravitational collapse of cars

Instead of the far side there was the near-sighted way-too-far side, a boomerang

Of the mice & men who originated from bacteria & viruses, Singularity's fang.

Bygones won't be identical to get even with karma, you owe & can't payback

Rest in peace, rest assured you will not unless your slate is clean as hot crack

Monsters under beds or just in heads, reality is your own projection, a godson

It is done, crosstraffic uphill, lived & died in L.A., above & below my six gun.

Instilled through random recombinant RNA, here we are, thank God for biology

Helped the understanding of the weird & unexplainable behavior of evil humanity

Nothing personal, facts of life my father advised me, he's in heaven with Jesus' city

Afterlife itself, being a Top Secret place in Space to incarnate in a heavenly body.

Excuse my rhythm and rhyme, it's nothing personal, as I may have said, I reiterate

I began with blind faith, unbelievable schtick from all too human, a fake vertibrate

I'm sayin' what I mean; meanin' what I say, each Spaceman & Spacewoman knows

You're born conceived in a breed created from Nothingness, maybe protozoa holes.

In every case, if you read English & understand the Word being elucidated ala One

Then it's if and only if you have faith or 'jump' to an irrational, induced conclusion

Meaning you may be one of the only conscious entities on Earth who know Truth

As above it is, so below it is as well, mi amigo here in Space & now Time forsooth.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-4-MMXXVI Anno Domini  6:54 AMPST

{ Chopped off of the old block yesterday, finished this AM on 9/5 Samedhi, for the minions awaiting the WORD made FLESH to DWELL amongst US while jammin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum album.  CHEERS~  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NO howdy doody DUMMY, I AIN'T THE ONE!

"It is what it is & I can't stands no more!" #HillbillyBones @TwoPopeyes #WheresWADE #WADESinTheWATER #PHILADELPHAfreedom @EltonJohn #MavisStaples #PinkFloyd #TheROCK #TheEaglesBand

I LOVE L.A. UNTIL DAWN, IT’S WHERE BOOGIE WOOGIE CAME OUT THE BACKWOODS

Even if you never find it, it was worth more than silver & gold to have attempted it

Makin’ the gold out of the lead when nobody else knew and all denied it could be

Yet, the boogie woogie is now stacked up to the ceiling & nobody can take it all away

Arriving with the wind in the morning & departing with the freight trains on byways.

Drank until drunk more than I needed to hydrate the H2O & alcohol, now I’m passed out

Allowing my psyche to emerge as the voice of reason, don’t start laughing, psyche will shout

At you & yours until you relent & admit that you were wrong & he was right about everything

Reason to believe is without proof, just a chimera of thoughts unconnected by your bee sting.

Around in circles to increase the circulation of the words & meaning behind the random signs

With or without a dose of Evil genius in your souls, the thing itself remains the tie that binds

Hunger and thirst for the sounds and sights that you feel are your inheritance, a ton of blues

Dead phonies who look forward to three in a row when they’re lucky to have ripped off two.

Even if it’s not Halloween, I still feel the need to smash pumpkins on the streets of mobiles

Automatic & manual transmissions of 4 gears to 18, depending on the trans’ teethed gears

Like it or not, it’s all we have & all there is as far as we can imagine, given the controls given

By either good fortune or pitched intelligence which prefers anonymity to fame & worship.

Cartoons morphing into everyday reality of everyone of us all, babies to elders on the porch

If this wasn’t so catastrophically sad, I’d laugh out loud uncontrollably in a reverent church

Who y’all put ABOVE yourselves is your myth & your post-mortem surprise; it’ll be so Fun

Count on celebrating or just going out with a whimper, it’s a 50/50 chance, it ends with a gun.

Mission is important & impossible for the normal person, it’s the extraordinary ones who rock

You know some of them, maybe you’re related to some of them, you all may be one of them

Try harder to stay alive after your final huff of fresh air, the gas mix sent from the sun block

Finish line crossed out of Timing Everything, except the Thing Itself; it’s always 12 o’clock rock!

Hordes of red, white and blue fill the atmosphere to make the bad guys feel very unsafe too

They fear the way they’ll get caught being an illegal alien from a bad country who didn’t want

Them or their families to remain in the birth country, kicked them out to stroll the planet blue

Some did & some didn’t make it through; in the end, rich & poor perish, then y’all get bent!

Throw all your chips in and call the bluff of the mouth that won’t like it when the loss occurs

You win, but you get shot under the table as if you didn’t win fair & square, sore loser thirst

To get it all back for free and lose it all again, that’s what the thrill is for the heart heaven sent

Nobody who is a winner knows this as the Truth; we die, it’s all over, reward or punishment.

Flowers to smoke or to arrange in a vase to look at until death do they depart the sugar water

In every case, it’s the cream of the crop, higher than the phenomenal gender bender scatter

Hot fun, cold days, everyone’s invited but only the brave & ready to roll, go too low not to go

Down there at the bottom, all else is looking up, it’s a big stick over your head, so just BLOW!

Don’t be a doobie or a don’t bee, it’s a program invented to cause failure of the species’ DNA

Parlay all of your earnings and winnings into a huge pile of Gold & Wisdom, it’s all The Fate

Karma or not, the most excellent news coming to read all about it is, You & the rest, chimera

Ghostly from first whisp of gas until a Yankee catches a perfect game, forever, ala a Yogi Berra.

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r  j  j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July 8^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1647 PMPST

{ Anyway, jammed this one out of the universe while listenin’ to @TinaTurner #ProudMary in the @Netherlands on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TTfYnRQgKgY?si=NyfCZu3eM1laa9Q8 }

F I N I S

W.W..A.R.D.?

I BLUE UP THE HOUSE JONNY LANGE WHERE'S THE ANGEL OF MERCY? FLIPPIN' THE SCRIPT @TheEaglesBand @TheHotelCalifornia #PINKhits

EVE WASN’T FIRING ON ALL 3 CYLINDERS

TIME IS WISDOM; A WISE ASS BEGAN THE FALL

Nobody knows what the true story is, there are a myriad of nearly deranged theories, too

Peak performance requires the dish to run away with spoon, there was only a silver spoon

She ran away with it, she was the dish but needed the spoon to access the sustenance lock

Really good, really bad and really ugly are the only three likely scenarios, all require a cock.

To procreate the species, there had to be some dirty dog or at least artificial insemination

No other possibility other than extraterrestrial intervention in creation & evolution of Man

All too human, too error is human, perfection is divine, which is the nature of the holy Beast

As it is above this planet, so that’s the way it is on this surface; it spins, we all live and die.

Enough rhythm and rhyme to fill in the abstract emptiness inside of the brain’s hemispheres

Think about the tuneage and the attraction it has for the weary who hear nothing all day here

War and peace lock jaws and a winner takes all, not knowing what to do with it, stroke fears

Delicate situation, recollection of the forgotten tidbit we all need to recall, just drink six beers.

On angelic production value of unary bifurcation, I’ve got nothing at all. Nothing’s doing it all

No room for a Space, it’s all the Absolute, the One thing making it all, creating a cosmic doom

Some extinction mongers killed all the buffalo at the Medicine River, all the killers dead & gone

Europe, Asia, India, Africa, and South America, people ain’t just people, leave the bones alone.

I say this once now & once before I take my last huff of breath from the Mother of all Bombs

I carry the ordinance for protection, it seems strangers want to go to prison for murder bumps

Daughters make this world, mothers-to-be inseminated by nonsense, fathers and all only sons

Time now in Space to unload the refuse, discharge the FOMO with inevitable FUBAR, hold on.

Continue running the red lights, walk it off when you run out of fuel, rubber meets the road

Before you know it, you & I will lie down for the last time, won’t get up anymore with a load

Dumped the refuse, recycled into the vast tundra of rocks, stones, mud, rivers runnin’ to Sea

One foot in front of the other, don’t it tick you off that some people shortchanged all of Me?

Hope and Faith that Charity has not become extinct before the species’ forms, 208 bones die

Maybe not today, yesterday but tomorrow, you may discover the divine opine, maybe there Is

Sit in utter silence as long as it takes to stop the heartbeat, listen to the sad purple blue sea

Perfect love, I had it, didn’t keep it, she took it all with her on the road, never came back to me.

Astronauts know, humans Earthbound have no idea, they can’t fathom Nothing but the Truth

Parents long gone, orphans we all wind up being if we’re lucky, ask the babies in utero aborted

Dollars make no sense, all imbeciles know no more than the 1st man & Eve, why the long faces?

Only if your mother & father know the Truth, will they spread the Truth, in four corner places.

You're in a deep groove yet, it’s getting hotter than it’s ever been, winter, fall, spring or summer

You’ve written it all down as if that stops the future from destroying it in a conflagration’s Myrrh

Seeds with the code, who wrote the code accidentally or on purpose, aliens of our soul’s hellfire

On the borders of states, imaginary beings appear & disappear just like the food you consume.

Thoughts come without knowing what they mean in the long run, it’s all for future referencing

You want and need the information you’ll never get, yet it’s still the Thing Itself, God is not dead

There’s no corpse left over to prove the Truth, mother and father of us all, Space above singing

Tuneage with the lyrics & rhapsody in black and blue, played axes & 88’s & rhythm of the Moog.

German descent qualifies to be abducted by the UFO’s which visit looking for you & I, Zieg Heil

Is this all important or not, just forget about it because you can’t explain it, nothing makes sense

At first, there’s a world without you and then there’s this world with you and I, blood runs a bit

If there’s something that really matters to you, go ahead & dive in head first, don’t belly flop it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-23-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @JonnyLang #OnThatGreatDay LIVE concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E6KLBxJzrmU?si=4Sc-aO8AODLkRJa- }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

AS ABOVE, SO WAY DOWN BELOW YO’ MAMAZ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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r j j stephan, i

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

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

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

G N O S I S

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

G N O S I S

#SoulStripper @ACDC It's the 7th & we all need a 5th, Jesus, God & Krishna & Buddah too! oh & @GovtMule #YoureJustDrawnThatWay Hey

EYES WANNA GO BACK TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS 

As above, so below means whatever will be will be, by Jove, and it’s a fact of life

Nothing anyone can change about this existence’s origin or our spirit’s final knife

Now then, be that as it may, for one thing, there wasn’t a peep before a Big Bang

Seen on video in utero, an egg turns into a human, a chick, or a fat lady who sang.

Tomorrow, today will be yesterday, ad infinitum; it’s the narrow way in a holy flow

Never stop or ever give up, when you stop & look back to see it’s all done gone, yo

Every day and night, games get played by me or someone when I’ve fallen asleep

Material Form is reduced to dreams that disappear every sunrise without a peep.

In the ocean of where holy water used to be, there’s just an empty suit in 3 pieces

Obviously, with no doubt, everyone but me knows the whole Truth & nothing but

If you know the mess hall and the poop deck, then you need to say no more at all

It’s understood, sailors ship out to the port & return when their tour of duty’s out.

No blood spilled, and the boredom has beaten the resistance out of the skeleton

Mind and body are at One and trained to survive idle threats to fight another one

Bears and bulls live to make more on the Earth for the ones who are all too human

Sweet kisses last forever in my memory, I swing & rock out ‘cause I’m a mega fan.

You were told & you believed that you have an immortal soul in your skin & bones

Ready for the journey after the last gasp, eyes wide open to see reality of the suns

Stars everywhere in the matrix, including our sun, yours & mine & everyone else’s

Being present is sacrosanct; only you can lie to me because you’re covering me up.

Yet, seriously folks, it’s no joke, no punch line will make you get laughs you crave

Any language gets the point across to those who comprehend the subtle nuance

Known to be understood by nobody you know that’s alive, some soon to be gone

Every breath you take, you exhale back to my soul’s rippin’ rhapsody, mind blown.

Never forget about anything in case you need to recall the thing itself, it ain’t easy

One way to be locked up in a rut without an escape route, then there’s free ballin’

In every case, if & only if the propositional assumptions are without knowing dads

Logical, unequivocal knowledge of this, that & everything drawn on iPads, all mad.

Deep down in the soul, invisible yet felt as if it’s a ball thrown for a touch of blood

Sinners reclaiming nirvana, heaven, hell and limbo between the two, I am It, son

Twenty monkeys melted the snow and there’s more left over as the day goes by

Bubble-headed fades overwhelm the host matrix; I’m left in a puddle of dirty mud.

Better watch yo’ back, or you might fade away before you know it, slice of Life Ho

Klik-Klak rockin’ with this poppin’ on the corners of the dirty windy city, bitch blow

Beggin’ for more every morning, every night glad it’s over and all gone, in the mud

I need the mud, blood and the beer, a shot of JD Black keeps it real, I’m The Blood.

Swing at the fast screw balls and aim for the sky, it’s black or blue, but the ball falls

By gravity’s grace, we are grounded in the One Earth we hope lasts forever, It calls

All of us, separated by skin and bones, only the light keeps us alive for a NY minute

Sun, moon, stars & the ethereal Space between them all, what we are, a GD mutt.

Blisters on my backhands, but gettin’ stoned on junk and drunk on spirits that fly

Redneck Rich, name from the rocks of granite and a 12 gauge in the corner to die

Rollin’ dice and playin’ cards with the pine Kush burnin’ the smoke, we on hot fire

Shakin’ things that need to be shook, it’s the narrow way, extreme climax buyer.

Mud’s all good in the hole, understood that omegas do what they do, pig feet s#it

Around the world’s globe, think it looks like God out there, drop down in the flow

I ride horses, Mustangs and Camaros until their super sports blow the piston hole

Mixed drinks, pine blown higher than skies over planets, a Void with morons in it.

You rise and get woke up with bullet holes riddling your skin and bones, last rites

Tennessee got overnight letters from ol’ Chicago, cut a trillion bucks in gang fights

Purple passion pine fills the air on a dare, Mamas & Papas made gangster orphans

Certainty escapes into a vacuum cleaner, dust, dirt & pebbles broke into Stephans.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March VII^th MMXXVI Anno Domini 0755 AMPST

{ Crafted before birth, finally it’s been baked & ready for dissemination before the insemination thanks to inspiration of #NothingLikeTheRealThing in a loop on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0Niou3l6Zcc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?