#NoRegrets #OutOfBreath #ItsUndone @PrivateSNAFU etc etc etc #LooneyTunesInPerpetuity

JIG'S UP BOYS, HULLABALOO 'BOUT A BALLY WHO?  ZILCH*

Don't tell any mothers or girls that the sun's beating like a sledge hammer on an empty TV set

Gravity & a great wide-open that's neither fixed nor variable, win out of place in a show, I bet

Third stone from the star, we've been suckin' off of hind teat at the solar system's galactic titty

Of wet hydrogen & oxygen, gangsters doin' 30 days, on an infinite trip on what it is just to be.

A human being, a wonder woman and super man grown from an egg, split by an alien microbe

Here and now is where we all are at this time, 2022 years after God's gift, to be for 12 months

Repeat ad infinitum, what goes around certainly comes around, even that lonesome highway

Or the train to Memphis or even on down to New Orleans, I speak French, you see?  Oui, oui.

I thought about this and that a lot, just like everybody else, our parents had the dead end DNA

Now we've got it, all of us without an exception, unless you're a clone from a test-tube of PETA

Listen carefully to the theme, gist of the philosophy headed away out of a dark, black hole sun

Cause of both first & final atomic split is All or Nothing, dreams in neutrino fusion, son, oh son.

Since you'll be the only one dying when it's time for you to die, I don't want to remind you, yo

But there's going to be a time down the road to Escondido that we'll hitchhike on through too

Somewhere there's a space and a safe place to stay out of the Way, where demons fear to go

Not only to recollect the miraculous things that have happened in life since birth but too blue.

I can write and express my inner thoughts just fine, whether they're incomprehensible or not

The words that I make flesh by staying dry ink stained on sheer tree pulp or cyberspace datum

Mothers of Mary & fathers of Joseph let the orphans raise themselves with amoral supervision

You see what you get when you pretend to be the King or Queen of mankind, fix a crucifixion.

Above and below the signs that will tell you where to go if and only if you can read bonanza

Sounds to the deaf are void, sights tot he blind are emptiness, taste of the good, bad & ugly

Gives off the smell and leads to the touch of silky, easy rhythm and blues, I know God, I see

Toes tappin' and head's bobbin' while 208 bones be rockin' dawn to dusk, or is it vice versa?

Stay with me, a few more steps to the final ebb and flow, it's easy and it won't be out of order

Paradise and the lack of it can't be created, it always was and always will be, for the One, see?

Drive it on home before the finale's curtain drops, stay loose & don't lose it, Time is to murder

Scantily clad with a will to thrill a monkey chill up my spine, I cannot say how much I love her.

Sudden impact of the power you've gleaned from the wisdom trove of the world's recordings

On paper or in cyberspace, the result is a historical record of thinking about why heaven sings

You do hear that noise don't you?  It's constant so maybe that's why you don't care anymore

I probably did lose some  #touch but I gained the lead speedin' around the dead man's curve.

Sent my clothes to the cleaners & my jewelry to the lost & unfounded corpus dillecti on the fly

Four score and seven years ago from 1863 in Gettysburg, replay wayback machine, go too high

Thinkin' at best clearly with logical deductions yielding the fruit of knowledge and a wolf call

Bugs Bunny Best Ever on the spin of the link, yields X formula for the bouncing ping pong ball.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

*Header is my own fingered, fresh iPhone click last week in Monterey, California!

{ Crafted out of the corral while listenin' to #BeerForMyHorses by @TobyKeith & @WillieNelson in an infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M & 57 1/2 minutes of @LooneyTunes #BugsBunnyCompilation link @ https://youtu.be/Q8AZ16uBhr8 & @LooneyTunes #HollywoodStepsOut -1941 link @https://youtu.be/xOFG_qmoH8I }

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HAPPY 95TH BIRTHDAY DAD, RIP DEAR SIR, THE MIGHTY, my main man, ALBERT RICHARD STEPHAN #HappyBirthdayPops

#AnimalsCrackers @MarxBros & a #ColaGodMother & @Skynyrd & @Springsteen etal

I'M STRAPPED FOR THIS 1, HAPPY 95TH B-DAY POPS, YO ALBERT, Y'ALL IN ON THE FIXES

Disregard your mothers of gods, they knew nothing yet survived the evolution of surreal monsters of a cosmic world

Common denominators spreading the rumours and propaganda to the meek and suffering on the way to the cliffs

To meet the maker, the creator even if it's Nothing at All, as it appears to be an illusion of the sensory perceptions

Of men and mice, it's predator or prey and that is all, grow vegetables and fruit but you gotta eat beasts' burdens.

I don't want to be one of the ones eaten, I desire the effort to be followed post-mortem, dust my bones in Cosmos

Where I come from, it's not heaven or hell my father and mother came from, it's this planet's dusty rock that rolls

Around the clock and around the star that shines with the blown hydrogen atoms flowing in a loving Time sharing

Last or first breath of fresh air is wanted, it's a very good thing, it's a gift from a caring Unknown queen or a king.

Taxes and income for the labor after the strike of workers who didn't mind the beating and torture, refused moves

Of the pawns, rooks & knights of the castles, there were checks on the mates until the 32 fell on the 64, Onenesses

Morons, junk peddlers of the Third Kind, among the mice and men who devour things in sight, raw or decomposed

High on the breeding of the artificial intelligence, the logic and reason of the substance and form vendors, all dead.

All I know, all that we all are from soul down to the bone marrow of the godsends is One on an O ring cubed song

About circling the elliptical and wobbling the gas, the liquid and the solid Soul of God or else the Null and the Void

This atomic revolutionary idea caused the Ends to become the present, nobody's fault, nobody's blame to take on

Cause and effect of allowing the apes to find the Gold and the Silver without the Power, the crusaders of celluloid.

Film heroines and heroes who are unnatural, unlike the real things of human consciousness are really living Steves

Look around you at the football, the baseball, the basketball, the hockey and soccer games, masks cover the ugly lips

As they speak the Truth or Lies of the day, the moments that fly by between the sleeping dreams at nightfallen eves

Gods spoke to noone and wrote nothing down in any language, mankind made the lemonade, drunken sailor slips.

Omega and Alpha of my dear father and mother were my life's origin, egg and sperm I Am where it begins & ends

No form-transform changes the Truth of One Thing Itself, I am what I am & I can't stands no more, Popeye laments

Hole of the holy where angels feared to roam, you never saw one fly here & now, they never existed, my ol' friends

Will to survive the Constant, a Fact of Life, if you're alive, you're gonna die, maybe painful & feel just like the Bends.

Happy Birthday #95th POPS!  Is heaven there like you told me to believe from the nuns & fathers of the holy faith?

Did you and mom get to see all of the popes since Jesus died on the cross for the mortality sins created by One God?

Hey, it was a myth right?  You gotta admit it now at least, right?  I'm OK with that, it's not your fault to be blinded

By the Light or the darkness lack of the burning star in the middle of deep space of an infinite Cosmos, you dead?

No, you can't predict the outcome, nobody comes back & gives the secret to the minions, they gotta live & die son

Like their ancestors before them, wild-eyed and bushy tailed bunnies ready to fight and die for no good GD reason

Any reason just to avoid the ennui that results from knowing that You are here and now and soon you will not be

Lucky you're still strapped in, Time's launching a legend, superior head of steam on One flagella, still One, The Only.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, February XXVIIth, MCMXXVII {2-27-1927} @ 1201 AMCST

{  #Badaboom #BamBam that one's for you pops! #WindAtMyBackForever   Share it amongst your winged friends!  #HappyBirthdayDaddio }

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#AloneAtWarWithOneLove #GiveItAllTakeNothing #HeartBrokeSiblingMuscle

LONG ARM OF THE LAW:  7th SONS DON'T GET TOO FAR FROM GUNSMOKE WARS

I got some good news & some better news so which do you want first?  It's a miracle and I see

Answered all the questions for the mysteries that confound the empty mind, to be or not to be

It's never not to be since the universe is infinite and cannot be resolved by annihilation of atoms

Void's empty of you & I & everything else with a molecule of Hydrogen, God sends all the bums.

Contract the macrocosm into a microcosm, expand the microcosm into a macrocosm, that's all

Nothing more nor less than the whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth, help your gods trip & fall

Stumble along now, the path is never easy and there's some obstacles, you know who's Papa

Gunsmoke rises to the blue sky, rocks fall down to the underground, sent to the maker, Mama.

Drunk or higher than kites ever need to be, unconsciously conscious of the subconscious mind

Blunder waiting to happen, mistaken reality for the illusion of the hallucinations of ten LSD trips

Nobody knows what you're thinking but you know what they're thinking, "I could kick his arse!"

Although it's never true, it's the thought read, the facial expression, the eyes' focus on the blind.

Shots in the dark from the shogun marriages due to the ecstasy stolen before a holy ceremony

Hard to hear soft, quiet or loud or even see beautiful or fugly, smooth or rough to Midas' touch 

It's only a matter of time before we come around to the ways of the world, kept it rollin' 'round

Before it was way too late, Truth is that the Word is stay High above or below my voice's sound.

Evil forces stop my soul from hunting and fishing for the prey I need to remain healthy or I die

If you don't like it, frankly I don't give a damn, your existence is merely one piece of cherry pie

Baker puts the fruit of the vines into the dough of the crushed up flour, divided yet still at One

In the end, solid, hard times come into vivid focus, intelligence tracks me, I'm The Seventh Son.

Got my guns and knives but the bombs blew them away with my friends and family, it's all over

It's too hard to handle the crews who cannot commit to the discipline of being a perfect soldier

Marching to the cadence of drum beats and horn blasts, around the bon fire or on the way Out

From the warm homes to hard & cold Truths away from the Fire's burned ether, do not doubt.

Hot as a six-gun pistol & just as cold as a cube of water-ice, she can work my inner sanctum hole

Where no other soul is allowed entry, there's only one allowed enter & carouse the shop's M.O.

Sun's dreams recovered, while Human's #Woke choke on spit shines & immaculate conceptions

Force of up and down, awakened, lie to me, that's all folks, it's a spell of the Origin's mortal sins.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Dribbled this out of the spitune this AM While jammin' on a loop of #WhiskeyForMyMenBeerForMyHorses link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M }

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