#MINIONS & #TheBLUES #ColonelSanders #TrumpCapers

LOSE ALL YOUR MARBLES, AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

There is a reason for those who stand for nothing at all, all in a hall of a hotel

Extinction of species' injected whiskey all night, injection of venom ala clown

Trivial pursuits while being #Woke or #Asleep, all of y'all will fall downtown

Even microscopic electrons too fast to see, she said, what I say I can't tell

It's mainly a reaction to gravity's pull on atoms, we move sweeter nothings

Up, down & all around everywhere on sea, land & thin air under my wings

Always trying to be happy and painless, nudge & a shove from the boondoks

As I know they want to do unto me, but anyway, all there is, matrix of rocks.

Kidding as far as I can pick and grin, beatin' animal skins with bone drum stix

I ain't in the tune but I'm out of tune with the rhapsody and the concerto fix

Keyboards of notes C,D,E,F,G,A, sharp & flat, chords of 7ths and majors to go

Nobody I know of is superman, superwoman on the take, on the dole, yo Bro!

Supermice or just a #MightyMouse, price you gotta pay for findin' out who's who

Be all too human, walkin' all over the sidewalks & turf I've no claim to, no tattoo

I know what it's like to dig on a trip & then find out the the trip ain't yours, a fact

Somebody started trippin' way before I came into a picture, I'm just the final act.

Your time on Earth is up and the Present and the Past have bowed to the Future

Pretend that you chain smoke tobacco rolled in thin plant pulp, tweeking a cure

For the bird flu and the black plague that kill everybody's dream, likes it or nots

I'll give you a hint so that you may smoke the leaf until the burn kindles robots.

Boots above and below the ground of being and stayin alive, all it takes's a kicker

In the heads above or below, the pain & suffering remain in a material oil slicker

On ground of the left over rock that's not turned to sand underwater, found it

God's eye is open and it's myopic or astigmatic, trifocal fagot needs a monacle.

Drunk as a skunk although skunks don't get drunk, it's a manner of our speech

Fear and loathing for the mass of humanity, less the dead & gone on my beach

You might not know it & even if you do know it, the Truth is rough but I'm ready

In this Space of this solar system's area in the galaxy, parsecs away from infinity.

Simmer until you evaporate, in an atmosphere here before & IT will be hereafter

Being as such, One thing, all by itself without morphine & goddess' heroine skin

Orphanages all empty since every mother's son & daughter have hard time's kin

On the way to the extinction, bow & bend over for the reload, gotta pound it in.

On the way out of the door where even dark angels fear to go, you gotta look back

Where you were is where you'll never be again, that's just the way it goes in black

Outerspace with room for Nothing & every other atom, my things & 1% of minions

Used the deductable for the down payment, then charged payment in full to sons.

They bought their ways into the pie in the sky, it wasn't lemon merangue but good

French Apple, Cherry Pie burnt in a 1-hit trick, sweet Jane sweepin' the Chicago oil

Smell like you just got out of the shower after camping for three days with all pests

My last shot, I scored &  reaped what I sewed!  Game's over!  Hand for our guests!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 7-24-2022 A.D. @ 1212 AMPST

{  Jammed listenin' to https://youtu.be/2kGEhX_s2_g @TobyKeith #WackyTobaccy }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

UM, HELL NO

#Goody #Bad #NothingsUgly #EverythingsBeautiful @BruceLee @RobinWilliams #RIP

{ STAR POWER WITHOUT SURVIVORS, BLUE & ORANGE TENTS, SIDE OF THE ROAD, THROWN UP SHARKS & DAVEY JONES' PUNKS UNDER THE OVERPASS' FREEWAY, HYGIENE & BLACK PLAGUE RAT PACKS, FINIS, #FINSUP }

SHIPWRECKED, MOLLYS EXTINCTION OF SPECIES, #CHIPOTLI CHILLS' #FinsUP

Some day even sooner than you think, might even have been yesterday

A day that won't live after it's all over, 24 hours & a taste of waste more

Like when a man or a woman dies, it's over, we burn or bury the corpse

Our kin, our friends, our enemies of the states, everybody gets in doors.

One way in, you already did that & you gave it your best shot, hit it hard

All senses on high alert for survival awareness, hunger wants to eat Lard

All aliens of Earth & the denizens of the caves, swamps & jungles of dead

This is what you got, what you get with mutations of DNA, with that said.

Now is the time, it came from the future & will soon fade to past's black

No picnic or any kind of party for the fun & games that occupied you back

In combat, in battle, there's nobody left but except when you're her/him

Never back to the absolute beginning before Life occured in this vacuum.

Gods wanted to work for your mother & father so I got in a womb tomb

Workin' like Jetsons or Flinstones, I don't care, peaked in a hobo's boom

Gasp a final gulp of gas, your mind grasps the folly of weeded THC crops

To be or not to be the method to the madness, Ends the song, mic drops.

Behind the wombs' that bore the life to the planet's hard rock hotels

No motion in the ocean, then everything's dead, idiot saw light of day

Mothers & fathers who entered the polyester Words to Wise fools' lies

Everybody has to guess, pretending to know, Nothing but flower highs.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, July XXII, MMXXII  #RIP @BruceLee @RobinWilliams #RIP

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

{ Drafted rattling the cages of the toothless who bow to the #Cuffless like #AOC with hands behind the back & watchin' & listenin' to #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie @BrothersOsborne @https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg & @Armstrong_Getty @ksteam650 & @ledZeppelin #BlackDog https://youtu.be/yBuub4Xe1mw }

#PrideOfTheNorthernHighlands NATURALLY, YOU GOT NEWS FOR ME, 'BOUT A TRUCK & A KISS * #HappyBirthday48 my #2 son @JimiBSteppin

NATURALLY, YOU GOT NEWS FOR ME, 'BOUT A TRUCK & A KISS *

Running from the summer days of '69 as quickly as I could, it's a 2022 buzz fizz

Are you full of the masticated food?  I think that's quite clear, you are & you is

Whichever way you swing, you're the problem not the solution to the dilemmas

Nothing to see here, pretend as if you're deaf & blind, no offense to yo' mama!

Ignorance is 100% free to every human born on Earth, you may still have it now

In tact as if it's supposed to corral your spirit  and break you down for a bridle

Nobody should be allowed but the ingenuity of weak bodied fellows & the cows

Will crack the ceiling for Understanding to dawn & enlighten the farmer's dell.

In charge or not, pretending to be until your queen is in check, then you'll mind

Your P's & Q's whichever you find at the crossroad of your self-realization sign

We're all gonna die, all public restrooms in American business need black junk

Or white trash left in public restaurants & restrooms, it's a matter of timing, pace.

Comin' to grips & thinkin' that I exist here in California for no reason at all, shux

It's not a problem but after seven decades, chit still happens, I got my own six

Now and then you need a nudge, just a little desired push in the right direction

From maybe a word or two, a line or two, an understanding with another One.

Spirits stuck roamin' around all alone lookin' for the thing itself only to find It

Right there in front of their eyes for so long that it's as surreal as Holloween

If you've got a ghost within your body's skeleton, whole mind & body gadget

Not that it makes a difference but it's a dream you're havin' you forgot, regret?

No, I didn't think you could regret what's so hard to comprehend, wink & a nod

In the right or the left deep states of being all too humane, one finds all peace

Glasses of wine & shots of whiskey, blunts full of keef, bitten Girl Scout cookie

Givin' a hoot's in the stars but it won't be easy, being jacked up by a hot rookie.

More or less philosophy, you don't want to hear the good, a bad or fugly blaze

So there it is, I'll keep the repitition of the fact of life you've forgotten in the fog

Of the state's indoctrination with the history of culture, a world's holier blades

Anthropomorphically given, as above, so below ad infinitum, a Gog & Magog.

Thoughts dropped like a dime just behind your position, it's a creepy signal

Flags waving like there's a wind in this vacuum, yet there ain't no way out

Even though that's the case, useless trivia aside, simmering with a wee pal

In the blind hindsight, it's going to be a moonwalker triage, monkey pax gout.

You desire & require all last words & testament of godfathers of animal herds

Handcuffs won't work, you just hold your hands together behind a slip, on dirt

Ice or slippery slopes with an overweight, aged cat, still surprisingly in synch

With the sounds of the wild & the silence of the void, y'all need to bleed ink.

I danced alone and with many women, it doesn't really matter, it's all labor pain

Here for all of the things that happened since 1951, it's now 2022, that's insane

Humble true lies to be killed & buried four feet under Stardirt of God, forsoothe

Conquered holy masses of atoms by fusing & splitting them, can't handle Truth.

Oceanic deep end for sailors, airmen & pirates lookin' for paradise while blind

All too humane, inside a vision box, teleporting bunches of conmen, oh my lord

Cut to the chase amigo, amigas await the final end of your breath, a yogic kind

Wisdom, knowledge, willpower to wield a two-edged sword, I am the red horde!

Helpless phenomenon, to mend a malaise, hopelessness for all but you, son

Avoid helping others as you would the plague because it causes an addiction

Not to you & your good soul but addicted to your wealth accumulated by work

Anyone can do it starting from paper routes, stockboys at stores or circle jerk.

Achieving success by your last gasp of gas is an enviable Original Sin skin

I hope & pray to a Void Air Force if any to let me be immortal as God's been

Oh wait a minute, isn't that what the Dark Angelo said, well I'll be God's dams

To the High Ranch, dead freefall in a deep hole full of vipers who hate scams.

Pimps of the extinction, selling the bad as the good, the beautiful as the ugly

Remember what you can from the Twilight Zone we've stopped by just to be

Not too human as a prince or a princess used to be before bad news, I'll see

Hot flames in supply & demand mode, freezing cold solids ice to God's Eye.

In this tribe you are neither chief nor initiate nor lieutenant general, I am to be It

Nothing's remains, I'm at once the final punch in the mouth delivered to the kid

Demand inheritance or the breadcrumbs of being a bum-hobo on foodstamps

Playin' poker with reneck girls next door, a sitting duck for cheaters & chumps.

Why & when will the conclusion reached during existential inquiry lead to being 

Whether a male or a female malcontent or a hobo or a bum, it's DNA is failing

Human RNA has been artificially inseminated with acid that's not of this Earth

Shocking to know that we've allowed humanity to let the solar system know US.

Even far from this solar system, beings have discovered our #Woke hardware

Easy to reach since the humanity that launched gave predators pirate software

That said, hone demented fake news, love & listen to it, debate & metabolize it

Ominous logic, 'bout birds & bees, comin' out a little country, rescue me, #schit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c,  Jeudi, July XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

* Happy Birthday to my #2 son, #JimiDugan @JamesSullivanStephan 7-21-1974, born when his daddy (ME) WAS SERVING HIS COUNTRY IN SOUTH KOREA DURING THE SOUTH VIETNAM WAR IN CAMBODIA AND LAOS IN 1974, born & first raised in Chicago, groomed in the foothills of NorCal, #ItsGoldJerry!  HBD Dugan!  POPS . . . pi = Three Point One Four

{ Master's piece drafted while jammin' to @BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged #WonderBoys link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/U4zlA6NoSVE & to rock the rest of my #2 son's birthday @Blink182 #Hits link @ https://youtu.be/b0U-XVkfzCM }