#StopUsNowAtThePerilOfOnenessOfTheMany #PITBULL #LukeBryant #TheOJays

LOOKIN’ FORWARD TO LOOKIN’ BACKWARD

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{ mashed ribonucleic acid ‘SMELLGOOD’

JUST ‘PRESS’ PLAY, CALIFORNIA CHROME }

Every single day’s night I’ve had a heart to heart with my soul since the end of the world

It’s always just as we know it, from the last gasp of hot breath & the Earth turns into gold

Wickedness is only the lack of the Good, substituted by the Bad, Evil & hungry for the Ugly

Boldly gone where no human has gone before, end of Time end of the day’s hard work fee.

Hand in your hand until you fall apart and turn the hot fool into the cold 208 bones of gods

Lens focusing the 20/20 vision upon the inner self, seeing absolute empty concept hot rods

I know what I believe even though it may not be true, it’s probably highly likely it’s false too

Both to the right and left of the zero on the Time line, there’s empty Space to infinity stew.

Cosmic and subatomic particles building the invisible into macrocosmic extinction’s sorrow

Feeling so bad you’ve persuaded the conscious among the throngs of students graduated ‘O’

Never A’s or B’s, tried to shoot for the D’s, just made it through the 4-year Bachelor blower

From the heights of the highness of the philosophers and academics who mutated lower.

Of the mice and the all too human, women and men, boys and girls, make it all fall apart

Not that it’s their mission on the planet, everyone is a useful idiot to get to the atomic part

Trouble in paradise with or without the angels in the outfield, they play games above below

Know the unknown is the occult of the five & dime stores, busted you for snappin’ the row.

Altar boy addicted to sugar, needed the fix at the store without a penny to donate to God

Busted near the alley, scared to admit I had 5 gumballs of sour apples & grapes pocketed

Hey, stayed strong for 65-70 years after that & those high fallutin moogs are mooted fun

Built a castle, a mote & steeds, a damsel used to be in distress, I facilitated, now it is done.

Hair of the dog in my mouth, I used to just foam but then the canine teeth came, vampiric

Like the scared streets in southern Louisiana where the Cajuns left their sucking sagas aloft

Flying in a purple or green dream that ends in a finale without an encore, a staged schtick

Outer Space as it was before we’re born, a space we’ll live & die in, a hard rockin’ too soft.

My girl new the score, it was One to Nothing, then she lost the full count, bottom of the 9th

Greeting a farewell disappearance with welcome arms, it’s the by and by, my ol’ baby girls

Fear of empty arms of the skull and bones left over by the vinyl grooves of ballad song digs

Regardless of knowing before it happens, we’ll die alone with U.S. POTUS’ reelection rigs.

Riverbeds of tears runnin’ from the iced snow of the mountaintop to the hot, salty ocean

It’s hard to believe the history of Mankind & Earth’s position in revolution about The Sin

Telling us that we’re left in the middle of nowhere due to disobedience of a golden rule

Known DNA Unknown appearing the day you die, no backstabbin’ anymore, all-star pool.

Phase of the smile and the frown, upside down happiness lookin’ like forlorn sadness et al

Meaning nothing more than the fact of life is not a fact, it never was a fact, it was blind faith

Of gods and dead ancestors, you get what I got, the occult stairway to heaven in prison, pal

Pistol whipping savages, swords decapitating the mongrels who kill & kill & kill a Nuke mate.

Here we go, countin’ backward from ten, inch by inch, step by step we mirror the success

It’s down to three, two & One, hand on my shoulder, my arm on your backside, I confess

Never will be another day like this one, in synch I’ve always waited for, never knowing it

Hand in mine, jump off a cliff now, you’ll disconnect the chord, as above, so below, #S#IT!

I don’t need what I’m gonna say I want, therefore do not purchase the essential Powerade

I don’t want it from you, get your own, drink your own, never share IT when you get laid

Mean green moves the gold without touching it in the safe place, all in the mind’s eye pain

Weight of free ounces and kilotons, cashed in from the high-minded product of Maryjane.

World joins in for the highs & lows, it’s going to be a fine supernova in the end, one & done

As above and so the thing you see before you is the same thing you’ll see in your hot lover

Only there to procreate an accidental conceptual analysis that’s deduced from your mother

Matter it doesn’t and that’s all that’s written on the wall, cave’s dark, annihilate Earth’s sun.

Mother superior & father Pope of The flock, some in and some lost forever in mire-muck fall

Nothing can be done with the impossible, low probability extinction of species won’t come

Think therefore the missiles fly by ON buttons & the generals & admirals that nobody knows

Put in what you take out, vice versa option, put everything in & take it out, nothing at all.

Country girls homegrown, PROJECT OOZE, cowboy boots, Stetson hats, Memphis to Cali

FedEx hillbillies’ rhetoric and tradition from One Hub to the Spokes, got a PhD for blah

Daisy dukes pleasing homegrown boys who hit me with a twenty, pen on the map fame

I know my way from an inner GPS, track Ones that like to hunt & fish, clean dead game.

Mud on boots again? Works done, ‘bout to get gone again, it’s Friday night every night

Retired without the balls and chains hangin’ off my ankles, on the chain gang out of sight

Known and unknown from the center’s epicenter to an outer limit beyond the Void’s teat

Sucked into a black hole, Singularity couldn’t cover it up, so futile, The Resistance’s feat.

Follow this bouncin’ ball, you’ve been here & done this, keep up, don’t fall back to start

Comin’ on any of the seven continents, mountain lions and snowcaps above, prey’s below

In and out of the stores where stuff is kept safe and cool for the next day’s 24/7 used part

Time line from a horrid, historical Past that’s over & ain’t comin’ back to life, a low blow.

Here’s a model to copy word for word, hand it in for your term paper, get an F like a fool

Not that you’re a fool that would plagiarize the girls hollering me back in in the deep pool

I represent Science, call me the master of the teleprompter reading until it fails to let me see

Hillbilly that I am, I come from a long line of city slickers from 2nd City, jump in the lake, me!

Tried and failed, tried and tried & finally succeeded becoming conceived in buy-wise wombs

Nailed the need and desire to be the best Pecker to ever evolve from random coitus’ blooms

Follow the First Cause to the Last Effect, brush back the hitter off of the plate, let him walk

Set for the windup, man on 1st leading off the base, not watching me, I picked him off, balk.

My deductions are tentative depending on the immediate changes from the red-hot thighs

End of Earth’s spin depends on the God, the Sun that heats the water & greens, I’m blown

I’ve gone from ignorance to sounds of silence & white noise, granted to the pet, she begs

Bred intercourse to produce animation of matter, extinction’s species myth, all Darwinized.

Son, hate to tell you, I’ve got no proof, just blind faith, nothing happens to you when you die

No rewards or punishment awaits any of us for our learned human behavior, corpus dillecti

Mud off your boots and smell good on, layin’ on your back in a casket, with Sunday’s wall flies

Landed right where I caught it in a snatch, open hand released, back on the wall, I tell no lies.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 23rd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt in a loop, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=H7mE3Ftpv4BOP2y_ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BrokenHaloween

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FOOL ME MORE THAN ONCE, I AM A RIDDLED JOKER

There has always been an Earth spinning & wobbling around the ecliptic, forever & ever

My life began as a conception in my mother’s womb, many thanks to the paternal orgy

Turned into the name of the best burger joint in the USA, in the whole world, @InAndOut

Expert in placing the said morsel inside of my pie hole without any god’s damned doubt.

Inside of your head is your fertile mind without a clue, it’s not free choice, it’s embedded

Deep, sequential presentation of all gas, liquid & solidified beyond expectation, that said

Filed and whittled away to shape the form into an exquisite piece of work, gold standard

Silver works too but then there’s Lead, just a few electrons away from the gnostic card.

Aces and Eights are the cards spinning around inside of your tiny skull, winning the game

Matter and formed shapes of animated beings from virus to Bigfoot, Yeti & all too human

Fake societies & cultures built in isolation of the Big Bang, an unknown flipped a blind tip

Truth is, nothing exists somewhere, no place in Space accommodates Time’s battleship.

Sat back to be entertained by the sound comin’ from the recorded treble & bass of noise

White Noise or the other type, Black & Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, fearing deep purple toys

Injected until the junk got rejected by the host of the most terrible and terrifying old boys

Around for longer than they should have been, they ain’t food & would not exhibit poise.

Scale up or down from the original because you can, I can, we can, they can, all can-can

To the rhythm and syncopated beats of the ups and downs on the scale of Do, Re, Mi, man

Hits or not, the world has it laid down, if you hear it & it’s for you, you will know it’s true or

Mistakes and illusions interject their quality into the mix, providing no win-win for failure.

Value of Nothing for everything is obvious if you have no blind faith in the occult, unseen

Know it all gave you the slip, left all the questions for you to ask, dreamin’ what has been

Ancestors and descendants with the same fate as y’all & my little ol’ form post-mortem

Dust to dust, began as it will terminate, Standing, Legend, candle flame got cold, I’m out!

Supreme fake notion of divinity and creation from Nothing but The Void’s love-neutrinos

It’s unconditional as an argument that assumes the truth of premises without analysis

Around a bend, it was & will always be, conceptual mythology’s situational awareness

Reason, backdraft weapon-tool, reminds One & the Many that this Life is all that blows.

Bright supernova or imploded singularity’s shadow, either way or both, notwithstanding

I can see the imagery in the fog of war, dead & gone heroes and villains, left us this thing

All we can remember is how our family treated us, all good, bad and ugly trips y’all send

Backflipped off of the high-dive into 16 feet of clear water in an aqua-stained deep end.

Fruits from the trees in the garden of Eden, we ate them all, apples, peaches & pears

Cherries and plums and watermelons sprouting up from the holy ground’s high charge

Awaiting the weekend for the people who can’t see the forest through the spruce trees

Harkened those who gave me a helping hand but they’ve died of boredom imagination.

All had mamas & papas, had instruction in psychic reading, ways & means of a US flag

Nothing more nor less than all your Time in Space, at your will together in my saddlebag

Magic spells or pure serendipity, either say the Wishes are my commands, blue smoke

Appearance of the thing itself, your inner self in stormy weather, chokin’ smoke of a hag.

I was sixteen & seventeen wreckin’ my papas family transportation, stopped playin’ ball

It was a transition of the breath blown even into hyperventilation, hook was trippin’ to fall

Fun with the young ladies I figured for certain with a US Air Force uniform, khakis or blues

Jerks with rednecks and old-school gangland style tactics, useful for wars between peace.

Think outside of the cube’s surface, at once and in each and every case, suspend judges

Supreme down to the circuit and without prejudice, city, county & state in their own right

Knowledge and the wisdom to wield it at the right time, Golden Rule laid down to a score

Began with a Big Bang & will end in an inaudible whisper, as a sanctified-crucified whore.

Neither right nor wrong, either bad as evil or good as the best of the most beautiful face

Once or twice if you’re one of the lucky ones on one of these continents, as we drift away

We warped magnetic poles where nothing but UFO’s can go in & out, like a drive-in movie

Not frightened to fight the battles with sticks & stones, I’ll go out kickin’ & screamin’, see?

Sexual healing may or may not work for everyone, but it was designed by the random mix

It’s fine that you think that you’re mine & that’s good for me, good for you, we got the licks

Awaiting A-Z alphabet soup to become a best thing since sliced bread, wheat, white or rye

Hall of mirrors prevent the narrow way to be exposed to the uninitiated substitute on high.

Once preparation has been achieved, follow the tracks of my tears to the place I will be

Deep, I’m down where I know I remain in solitary, confined when it takes two, me and you

So lowdown because it’s karmic recompense, inevitable, another war between One state

Only human men and women futility under pressure absolves us from guilt of free will bait.

I screamed at birth, I can’t recall though, could have been stillborn, gone back to the soup

Cosmic plethora full of atomic matter to keep Life animated & onto eternity’s infinite loop

Hello and goodbye to all who hear & know what that means, sunshine in Maui’s pocololo

Caught up with runners before the finish line, passed the line first, no photofinishing glow.

Listing of the listeners for the masters facilitates in communication killin’ the word, it’s God

Sound of The Word is the magic that princesses who become queen covet like a ’57 hotrod

Back seats a safe place to hug and cuddle with the honey bunch at the drive-in for 10 bucks

Arby’s beefs & fries masticated in front seat, drinkin’ a coke, puff Kools, down #Headducks.

Look over your shoulder baby, if you die, look over your left wing while you fly up to the sky

Call my name, remember it well, you just whistle, put your lips together and let it all blow

Real things all set up for the fall, nothing you nor I can do about it, Fate & random chaos’ It

Perceive and receive, will to power is no fantasy in reality, it comes around has got to split.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, June XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted in one ear with #hits & THE OTHER wide open to #MOTOWN hits @ https://youtu.be/wNQoERjZGis?si=pIOEVsOZDjMJS8mG }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Arrowsmith but there's also @Aerosmith #1981tTOP40 ... PETTING PARTIES KILLED MY SPUNK in 1965 A.D. I will find you!

SOME OLD NEWS FOR ME, THE DEAF & DUMB
Got cold beer in the ice chest, we’re wettin’ lines in the pond, bobbers goin’ up & down too
Just like the old days before we graduated from summer high school, on to another Frosh pool
Of boys and girls 17 to 19, onto 20 & 21…grad school to 23 or 25, never worked, teach stipend
Influenced the thought content assigning the reading & discussion of the same old, same old.

Fools run in where angels thought quicksand didn’t need to be for fallen souls already gone
One step beyond the shore where you can’t look back to see what disappeared into thin air
Used or new, matter and energy have no influence over the rigor mortis’ verve, out of there
Just like rocks rollin’ out of the volcano holes, lava’s tiny squirts of unscientific, fictional fear.

Scared of dying, scared of living alone, you and the others inside, the Id, the Super Ego & you
Up and down for the heads to bob over where my space is, five or six square feet, stand-down
Group of One’s dairy queen’s, the cows producing milk without calves, all too humane, dead
Naked as skin can be seen it it’s colored forms, with the hair, no white, brown or red of head.

You’ve been trippin’ since that first hit of LSD your “friend” popped into your big mouth at 16
This whole world still appears to be the flashback in loop, living forever even turnin’ hat-tricks
Winning or losing at games that have no rules other than the ones in the box, Jane’s & Dick’s
All in your face when you win and in a funk for days when you lose, no kissin’ #Juneteenths.

High down & low unto the ceiling, downtown and uptown, down and up country, alive, asleep
Day is a spin around to the night’s darkness, turned mama Earth’s face away, to grow so deep
Below the core, inside of the magnetic vibrations, like you get sitting on the beach, in the sand
Dunes of moons put it all to rest, all there is, sunny stardust, in & out of This Downfall of Man.

I drank the alcohol, the brain malfunction was addictive, helped bring you back, so way gone
I smoked the leaf, whacked my mind’s eye back into the cerebellum for keeps, made me moan
Fine or not, it’s the way it is, I got high, you got high, we’ll get to the end just to drop the dye
Stoned and rockin’ on the slide, gliding to the finish line, it’s comin’ up ahead, even gods die.

You and the whiskey are talkin’ to me from Tennessee or California, and it don’t matter either
Could have been a dream, it’s just a recollection of causes and effects of scat that don’t matter
To the wavelengths and frequencies, I raise my glassful of Tequilla that comes out of hindsight
Eagles fly and they die too, alive from fertilized egg to the extinct feathers & animated flight.

Monsters underneath my bed when I was seven or eight, angels & devils came out church
Taught me to speak Latin and serve mass to the masses, honor priests, cardinals’ dad-pope
My mines full of emptiness I relish and have no problem hiding in plain sight, invisible chill
Drunk? I’ve been. High-Mind? #FlashBack runs in a loop, I am, I think, at least I’m all cool!

In bed with the evil that eat you bones and all, they don’t care if you’ve got a PhD, masters
Treasure is the place that you’ve got to flee from, to get away from the stench’s poison water
It kills your kids & your horses, you let them drink first and they die, you got no ride, no kid
Now, the hot heat’s on cold, frozen ice until there’s a cure for the disappearance of spirit-Id.

Until then, make amends, all needs to be even-steven, you can’t bring a knife to a gunfight
Know what I mean, or the disadvantage will result in your last breath in history, out of light
Heartbeats and thoughtful renderings of inner feelings that resist expression, hard rocker
Told me lyrics to rhythm’s rhymes and meanings of thoughts that disappear in a thin air.

Resist the attraction as you must, if you submit to the magnetic pull, y’all will immerse
Within the heavy metal sight and sound that tastes & smells like it feels, it feels adverse
So unfavorable in fact, that even though you aren’t aware, you and everyone are #AtOne
Try to be that way when you’re already there, fool’s errand, sleepin’ in a desert, my Son!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, June 20, 2024 A.D. @ 111 PMPST

{ Crafted this 2-a-day GEM while jammin’ to @JimiHendrixBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TG5KkY6idyE?list=OLAK5uy_lwNlG5KASFF8t6Ea5wdoBil7oARJ9ImL8 }

c. Jeudi, June XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

YOU GOT SOME OLD NEWS FOR ME, I'M DEAF & DUMB