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- }

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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!

 

 by 
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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

G N O S I S

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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.?

@MorganWallen @kidRock @JohnColtrane & surprises out of nowhere! #SippinWhiskeyOutTheBottle @LynyrdSkynyrd @Santana #JagOff

GOT WAY MORE THAN I DESERVE, MAMA

This is non-negotiable when you hear the sick tale I’m about to relate to y’all

I can’t thank you more than a million times, well maybe two million shots of ball

No strings, shackles or chains on my legs and no leash around my neck, freebee

A dog waits for the days the boss of the food goes to throw the purple frisbee.

I am ready to roll whenever the moment presents itself, unless I’m goin’ to the casino

I like to roll the dice, sometimes I win and sometimes I lose but it’s so much fun to blow

Small fortunes, savings, property deeds, came via hard work & disintegrated with pharma

Before being born nothing was wrong, before I die, I’ve accumulated nugatory karma.

Before revealing what will shock your deep sense of morality and ethics, breathe deeply

When the sharpness of matter cuts down through the skin and bone, a colorless supply

Dead man’s touches come every day on Earth, might be you or I or somebody we know

You lying to yourself allows you to lie to your friends and foes, a significant other also.

If you please, pick some invisible tweaking magic to the nervous system, vibrato Kool aid

Dusted off the armor & still sharpened sword, knife hidden in plain sight, drop back, fade

Pretend no more when the blood lets out of a circulating, backbeat system of the heart

Once the final beat pushes in and out the last time before the cadaver lets out a phart.

Don’t shoot the messenger, look it up, google it, all you get is the final ghost push of gas

Turns out the soul/ghost/person was an illusion in Time & Space, final chapter a finale

All you thought you knew was nothing more than dead men’s guesses about the gods

None, many or just one who happens to be three persons in one, a trinity star blast.

Don’t shoot the messenger, this was the Word before I was conceived by ma & pa, had a bawl

Listening to the meaning of the words I’m listening to, I’m distracted by the look of your face

Disturbed as a disturbing dream that you know will end soon, no matter what you do in Space

A Deja vous may be fine with you but not me, it’s a once in a lifetime chance to inspect it all.

Who devised this enculturation other than the fathers of the church & queens of Earth?

Nothing will move the direction other than forward, after all we’re a planet’s afterbirth

To be or not to be the way you are is no alternative, it’s a demand, don’t ask me why

All you need to know is wisdom keeps you alive until tomorrow, do more than get by.

Shoot for the stars you’ll never get to, it’s impossible for real, but it’s a metaphor of chit

It’s all the elders spout off after being unsuccessful at being happy all the time, full of It

Nothing they can do about it though, it’s a matter of being in the right place, wrong time

Rigor mortis makes Adam & Eve appear to be mythological folklore, not worth a dime.

Kicks keep getting’ harder to find when your legs don’t walk like they used to, toes a chillin’

Still got the music rockin’ and rollin’ when the ol’ sun goes down, by the sea or lake, I’m all in

The girls and boys all come back for more, whenever the sun sinks down, it gets a lot hotter

Dancin’ under the waning gibbous full moon on a super February night, the stars are shinier.

Follow me like you could never follow anyone else since your father expedited your privilege

Expectations work, keep up the positive thought, we need no reinforcement, we’re on the edge

Getting to the ends of trips I took was the whole point, seeing if I could survive the goofiness

As you know, I’m the one that tucks you in at night, I’ll see you after the dream’s over, I guess.

Better off that I stay far away from the despair of being anywhere but by your side, all by me

Pretending doesn’t quite feel like swimmin’ through your veins, only being right here baby

Monday to Sunday, all of ‘em in between I got your front and back, all I have is your property

Wind at my back, flyin’ to infinity safe here and now for now, Past Time, Space ain’t for free.

Thinking about takin’ it slow now, seven decades flyin’ below radar at speeds of sound perks

You know every inch is like a mile when you take it slow, fast as you can, heroes and all jerks

It’s like love and marriage, you do it to get a tax break every year, have kids, tax & high bids

My dad had 6 kids, my friends dads had 12 & another 10 kids, 6 parents, 3 women, 28 kids.

Sang about it, anything like makin’ more humans, if you know what I mean, then you know

Trading in the poverty for the incognito rock star life on the islands and nobody will ever go

Fiction or a Truth about all of the chit that happens to all of us every day, out of cool schools

Go back to sleep or stay up all night with or without the speed-dial, Rock Stars are cool fools!

Begin here, poor, ugly freak lookin’ for a dream come true, not bothering to go to sleep first

Saw her with her friends, I told her I loved her and she laughed at me, at least I didn’t curse

It could be worse, but I doubt it, lessons learned without paying the price for being present

Got saved by hot Stacy’s or maybe holy Annie’s mom, either way, how lucky to be 17 today.

I will never repeat this again, however I suggest y’all memorize the following in essence too

You are who you were before your conception, human being, nothing or divine cosmic stew

Boondocks, bayou, downtown naked cities, country creeks & mountains, heart & soul coup

Babies raised to breed their own over again, who I am, who you are, we are all One group.

Tin roof, front porch and a gravel road in Pilot Hill, California, down from Kool & Coloma hill

Up and down, you get a line and you get a pole, we’ll go fishin’ in the craw-fish hole, I will

Church on Sunday morning, smiles in the pews back and forth, to and fro from the gospel

God, creator of the brave and free, I’ll reward myself for finding the Truth, heaven & hell.

I will recollect what the forgotten memory I never received from folks who never knew at all

Best I could do is seven decades of breathin’ & out the air that I love & hope I will never fall

Yet I know eventually we all gotta go, wherever & whenever it happens, it’s a twilight so far

Fishin’ for me, where’s the twilight zone’s 4th dimension and the 1st One, I’m Being Singular.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 3^rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #HowFarIsHeaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wvkzoqQ5Oak?list=RD0Gjx-ZQuQ_Y }

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