Killed, Caput D.O.A. #GoodOldDays @SMO & @CoreyCrowder #ThisIndeedWasInsane

BOOGIE-WOOGIE FEATURE DRIVE-IN

HARLEM & IRVING ON A HALF MOON

That’s what she said as I was asking her for a favor, just shut yo’ mouth and feel one to pet

Well, that turned into two & that was all she’d written, she had to go home to recover, son

The high priests in high school warned us not to fall into the trap of testosterone & estrogen

Well, you know how that went, it’s 55 years later & the babies have grown up & done gone.

Rejoice that the trials & tribulations are a catalyst for all you’re ever going to inherit from Eve

Chances are you’ll remain innocent and ignorant as opposed to becoming awakened by grief

As it is, right where you stand is how it’s always been for all who got to the right place & time

Dialed into the program and uplink, enjoy high boogie woogie, it’s all gonna be ship shape fine.

Nobody is at fault for the hits and misses because they’re all random shots in the darkness afar

No man can go to where it’s all at, everything under the sun, planets & all galactic results of war

What has been said & done cannot be repeated; you’ll have to discover it yourself the first time

No other way to approach the situation; it’s a game with rules to be played and won on a dime.

Sylvester and Nanette were the things in school way back in the day, walkin’ down memory lane

Fifty years later, in their sixties, with ten grandchildren, they still remember the first prego-egg

Because of a wonderful shotgun wedding, your daddy invited me to, I was a guest of honor, pain

All there is now, there always has been, a look, a touch, a climax before you knew it, pull my leg.

Follow me to the final finish line, no delusions on Earth at all, it’s a filibuster flood for elephants

Kids are the young #GOATS, greatest of all time suckers, no fault of theirs, inherit neo-genetics

Eat nothing and die of starvation, drink nothing & die of thirst, never play and visit delight’s ties

Six feet underground, or ash & fragmented bone in the Earth, rare-earth wine for civilized eyes.

Disgust and total immersion, like the intercourse beast, evolved from a blown ball of volatiles

Asexual or sexual friction of skin and bone rubbing into oblivion with nobody but God’s styles

Prehistoric & ahistoric as this moment is, now it’ll be gone in a moment, it’s already gone down

By the time I got to Memphis, I’d walked for a couple of years & my feet stopped, minds blown.

I know nothing & understand why, knowledge is impossible yet revered as important, dead-end

Smile and laugh until there’s no breath left inside your organism you’ve inhabited for the Bendz

Why? No reason, only you are an accident of #EpicFury, means you are the only #One, The S#it

Present now came from the Past & it’s unstoppable as a cause and effect of living this life’s skit.

A play has three acts and a finale, pink, chartreuse or ultraviolet purple, it’s all down to this here

As my father recommended, keep your eyes & ears wide open, constant vigilance required, Fear

Of things everywhere that require conception, ala doin’ a dirty dog, One, all done, fun in heaven

Talked through the fear of evil genies runnin’ wild in the continental malfunctions in all of seven.

Cherry pie in the sky descended into a pie-hole for kicks, see what happens when you go splat

Satiation until its defecation, that’s the way it is, a gravitational collapse into leftover, putrid scat

Don’t shoot the messenger if you don’t mind, it ain’t my fault since it ain’t my creation, it’s God

Hey, you can’t create & blame the creation for the shapes & sizes of the Evil living, it ain’t good.

Remember, never forget your great-great-great-grandparents knew you wouldn’t recall Origins

Left us all Blind Faith to believe, without proof that we have a creator not of this Earth, just sins

Man, all too human, stays awake to avoid death, stays strong to avoid weakness of the animated

Dead, gone & forgotten it all from birth to death, before & after it crashes, I say, one God’s dead.

Giddy with happiness, as never before, I experienced a total annihilation, reductio ad absurdum

You’ll get there, I promise & I don’t lie about promises, knowledge of our pie hole, it’s why I sing

Beautiful forms surviving the good, the bad & the uglier than an atom of pond scum fragments

Pervert the lies and that exposes the Truth, before you’re conception, Nothing, after? Nothing!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March 12^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam-jelly while jammin’ to @LongJohnBaldry hits on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/Bj_lZ4hkJd8?si=xJ_Jd6fjWFszjMH7 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TOLL PAID IN FULL

What Is Hip? Tell me if you think you know. @TowerOfPower #IdLikeToKnow #BackToTheGoodOldDaze #OnTheBorder #JamesDean

On the border, there’s no peace of mind

Which forms of possible life shapes are created upon this planet, and which forms play a skit

Question everything, proverbial conundrum answer using logic & reason yields theory knots

Knowledge and wisdom from the teenage years revolving around the sun are scarce; I forgot it

What you’ve had since your conception in the womb is a vivid hallucination of Indian ink blots.

No, there will be no elucidation of the polymorphic statements to follow, onto beg, but what if

Nothing lasts forever, and being fortunate to be present and conscious are the holy souls, all in

The atmosphere is surround sound built to foster the illusion that Nothing is something to spin

No need to become a beast of burden, as I watch a monster herd plunge off of a dead-end cliff.

Sixteen years around the sun and suddenly a few decades later you’re runnin’ down eighty plus

It’s just luck that allowed my presence to remain above ground, take my word for it, I’d be dust

In or out of the military service didn’t matter to me; danger was everywhere I went to visit y’all

This or that side of the Pacific Ocean, my water under the bridge, my arse rolled into an 8-ball.

The category of the substance is the shape and form of the subatomic reactions here and now

When we die, as all life does, you will either be blacked out of light or soul-jump a time zone

Hardball or softball must be thrown, caught, or hit by a wooden bat; only you & I know it’s true

Never see the Truth with blinded eyes, know the Truth inside your heart & soul, sky god all blue.

Whiskey & Rye close the deal, what was for sale is bought, hook, line & sinker for cold hard cash

It becomes divided when you’re one solid piece is broken by a tragedy you can’t delete & dash

Deeply unconscious beyond being awakened by a noise from the environment, the ego is dead

Neither the superego nor the id has any presence either; it’s extinction, go to sleep, go to bed.

Wind at our backs once the awareness becomes the grave we’re buried in, underground or not

This life after death will not allow recollection of life before death; nobody will recall their robot

It’s a bit cruel for the ones who put their time into blind faith & the prophets of doom or reward

For being obedient to a standard of morality, to be a good human being who does no evil ever.

Treating every life form as if they are you & you must survive the threat of extinction of all of us

What I am is what I am, a being breathing in and out for the duration of my transitory existence

An empty mind at first filled to the hilt with nonsense to the apex alpha male, Australopithecus

Epic tragedy & comedy becoming both absurd & everything there is, ain’t no god in any of us.

Horrible as above as it is below, empty outer space of heavenly ether’s stayin’ alive is sacrosanct

Jump or don’t jump, wait, what? I’ll survive a fall, nobody survives a room on fire, BBQ smack

Advent or Lent won’t save your soul, Adamic & Evealicious apple on a wisdom-free snake tree

Evolved calculus, existential realist be damned, 10 commandment trippin’, yielded immortality.

Bagged and packaged for resale, you will love the finale of the comedy and the tragedy, all good

Nevermore will it ever be necessary to fabricate the Truth, no hiding from the killers of the food

Reality parsed into subjects and objects for predication, all names of people, places & hotrods

One cell bacteria and viruses all with the code for survival, a perennial safe place for One God.

Ghetto at the bottom of the mountain returns to the bottom of the sea, Earth’s wobbling, amen

Could have and would have if I might have had the opportunity that was knocking at my indoor

Outdoor movies kept my attention for 10 minutes, maybe 20, before I headed for a concession

Those girls were some daughters of some mothers and fathers I had never usually met in prison.

Ants and the other insects were here before mankind, before the primates arrived by accident

A mutation due to radiation means everything is everything, today, yesterday, every single day

You developed faith and hope and charity, yet you’re still a hopeless sceptic, love with intent

Fruit in the garden attracts the rats and roaches, paradise gets creepy, crawling vermin to play.

Thunder’s down under the direct objects, you’ll see the lightning first, then it’s bam and boom

A sign that there’s something more to life than just me fulfilling me, my needs and wants soon

Thinking I’m not gonna live forever, mortality is my forte, I know the Truth and I’ve no reprieve

Song of Delaney & Bonnie, intrigue in a loop, #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow, don’t refuse to believe.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March 9th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Tricked my psyche into this hoax of saying something about nothing for 900 words or less while listenin’ to @DelaneyAndBonnie #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/O0EJAzTmo9w?si=bfEmizI_RzGCsqJ6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My Muse.

#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.

by

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 }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KebMO #CheckMate #IMissTheGoodOldDays

@nike @CaitlinClark #Kicks

TAKE ME BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYZ

Killing the lights in the rooms that you occupied with your high school plays

You & I know what their daddies would have said, you’d be dead, my brother

Ain’t your fault though, hard to keep those young studs back down in the herd

Eventually, all the bulls’ eyes get shot out; let us flash back to the good old days.

Reverse until the tape breaks & splice the missing links together for the brothers

I always wanted to get back with my lost brothers & sisters from other mothers

Man, it’s almost gone out of my recollection, yet it still gots beats to get me blue

Tell your mama to giddyup & get back to the good old daze, I was oblivious too.

Top of the tip can’t get higher without @X rocket blastoff throwback classic, Fire!

Life was a lot easier when there was nothing but scrappin’ out on the block’s wire

Smalls or Bigs come and go as the ages break down the backs and legs, up in #Airs

Blind faith in chit that ain’t ever gonna happen, like die & go to hell, @Papa cares.

Anything to turn around 360 degrees, wobble a bit like my mother Earth’s hump

Deduce this from the propositions I’ll use as the premises for my solid argument

The conclusion will be completely up to the reader of the words; it’s a fist bump

Back of the class incest, crooked A’s in college, philosophical break, heaven sent.

All the media & internet are getting the whole thing wrong, like the good ol’ days

Nobody wanted to change it, or they would have done the U-turn, let me rephrase

Fluff up your pillow before you fall asleep, you won’t wake up ‘til the dream’s over

Follow in my footsteps on a sandy beach, son of a copycat, on the other side lover.

Bring your l’il ol’ A game to the scuffle, it’s gonna get real at a count of 10, it’s on

Follow me on “X” for the trip you had back in the 60’s with that microdot chemo

Put the trippin’ on the regular folks, it’s all in the head of the fool without a son

Standing up straight and sitting down at attention, Kneel and Lie down, The End.

It’s an encore to recollect the good old days ad infinitum, all you get for Nirvana

Take you there, take us all there, regardless of blind faith, Buddha’s hot in Havana

Spin like a top, twirl like a top, but never counterclockwise, like a butterfly yoyo

Walk the dog, rock the baby, around the world I won the championship of Blow.

My own place in Space is all mine, occupied by nobody but my jive arse, all of me

Evermore from my first choke of air & the last gasp of breath I get to breathe, see

Inside the raw meat, blood moves Life like a river, north to south & ad infinitum

Built like it’s the armor to protect from all bad air force of annihilation, I’m scum.

As the bottom of the barrel allows, scum is what nothing living wants, excretion

What a bum is can be exactly what no godfather or godmother wanted; it’s a sin

Ear to the ground, pay attention to the effects that tiny men compromise for kicks

The Way is so narrow, one foot in front of the other, good old days repeat 96 licks.

Police and sheriffs knew my name back then in the 60’s, I turned it around at War

Viet Nam or Thailand or South Korea, good ol’ days, forgot some & remember all

Delivered all that I had as they Basically Trained me to be 2 empty combat boots

My M-16 had the clips, the God Damn Son of a Bitch jammed, got me in cahoots.

Back to that first visit back home with my uniform on, lookin’ like a warrior to be

Hyped beast to become tamed by the Man who took over the good, bad and ugly

Meant to be, as above so it is below, throwback classic, ready, get set and git go

Laughing and crying until the Finals, Life & Death changed in a NY minute, Flow!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March V, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1927 hours PST

{ Drafted while walkin’ down memory lane with @BigSmo  #TheGoodOldDays on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?