R.I.P. @Jeff_Beck my brother! Save a Space in the joint for me... peace/out 1944 - 2023 Anno Domini # @HillbillyDeluxe

SOUL'S FUNERAL PYRE, I'M A LIAR IN A BEER PUTSCH

In & out of the doors that angel-gods closed when they left the scenes all cut out

Knowing no better than anyone else, one guess as good as another, all has beens

All mere ghosts of the things that used to be here and now, they are mortal sins

True this and that, we can prove the logic leads to valid & rational conclusions.

Nearly over before it’s begun, Truth be told and let it mutate in it’s cosmic stew

Bonfires won’t let it burn hot enough, it’s under the Celsius and Fahrenheit’s 451

Known in a complex of simplicity when the lead and bass meet the rhythm rhyme

Farther than you’ve ever thought you could have wild guessed, just in clock time.

24 hours every spin gets you closer to you ever were before, headed outta here

Somewhere way over the rainbow, above and below the Earth poles & equator

There’s an answer that may not be logical or rational, yet it’s the true answer

Down in the holler or in the bottomless well in the kinfolk yards, drinkin’ beer.

You’ve got cognitive decline and a lot of nerve, pistols and rifles loaded for bear

Pushed beyond twilight zones in the upper echelon of pendulum pit’s bum steer

Forks’ 7up to stick the meat, so it can’t get away in its dead state, real good digs

Seeds all up in a bunch like your panties, frolicking in the grass or tokin’ the zigs.

Middle of the ocean, tip of the volcano and it’s surrounding fauna all that’s left

Over the seas & mountains to the seven continents of mankind & the menagerie

Beer halls where it got spilt with the mud and the blood, fights for the fake pride

As if your proud boys and lucky girls have another choice, free will is a free ride.

Sawed the trees to pieces, pounded the metal out of the rock to tack and nail it

Up against the wall if you know what I mean, psychic psycho as it was & will be

Made the whole shebang just like this, to be exactly this way, water mud of Ids

Deep ends over with the holy sees and captain martyrs of God’s damned kids.

All of them without exception are doomed to the skull and crossbones of stars

Night of the Knights and the Day of the dazed and confused meat locker bars

One, more or less, even down where there’s no light, at the core of a blind eye

Vision & sound rock & rollin’ the cats, mice et al of the Kings & Queens on high.

Bawlin’ about balls to the wall, it’s not a question of “if” but “when” that’ll be

All out in the open with the closed system, redundancy and reincarnation’s free

Doin’ it over and over again for the duration of eternity, forever and ever, you see

If you still can’t slice the loaf, you’re certain to see uncertainty principles, justice.

Lights are on but the black lights appear in ultraviolet radiation retrograde pins

Digital and analog to record what you cannot repeat once you’ve gone caput

A genius invention to make it easy on the newcomers to the party, my cousins

They are all related to the 1st man & 1st woman who snuck coitus in dark sins.

Fun, pleasure to come into an orgiastic crypt that holds tight to decayed screws

Why you know now what you never knew before you hatched, it’s all well done

No answer that satisfies that inquiry but that’s the point, answer’s ones & twos

Question fatal sounds of Fury felt by a naked ape child, Blues’ synchronistic Son.

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r j j stphan, i

c. 1-10-2023 Anno Domini @ 666 PMPST

{ Drafted lookin’ at all the lonely people inside heads, listenin’ to @Jonny_Lang LIVE at the #BigEasy link @ https://youtu.be/7ibJn_7fQzQ & @Springsteen LIVE MAY 22 & MAY 28 1993, LOST TV SPECIAL LINK @ https://youtu.be/w8Tqeczism0 et al  ad infinitum }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FullHouse #AcesOverKings #FearLoathingFoodDeadOnceAliveOK

BULLDOG PIGSKIN FOOLS, TOOLS, TROLLS & QB KEEPER

Written on the hot, inner walls of the hidden sanctum where men rave on

To the bum punks who have a blind faith that they’re a bully with a pulpit

Walkin’ right smack into the final assault of strangers, forever their aversion

To work or to beg for yo’ money was not getting you rich, it’s goin’ on son.

Even if you don’t know what’s comin’ in the future, it’s still on the way to go

From the get-go you’re disadvantaged and have no defense against the show

Not your problem until the breath and or blood moving in the system collapses

Honey kept just like play money in safe places’ armed guards of @her highness.

I got a line on you just like I got on my mother who was a 12-year-old in primo

Like the baby or a million of them, brothers & sisters of the cloth or naked bono

Probable cause of every effect from the Big Bang to the collapse into black holes

Funk phenomena in retrospect, silence due to flabbergasted reincarnation folds.

Spunk of the free liberals at ease of influence by programming expert point men

Could be male or female or both a little of each bit of everything, yet all too human

Millions of dollars for tax coffers when the rich get richer, G-men roll, twist, shout

Narrow path, one way to go, straight ahead, no return, cancellation's love-doubt.

When all's said, all's done, it’s all over but the fat lady singing, home with yo’ mama

I showed her the secrets of  elders who left Words for one’s Heel’s Bells’ grandpapa

Holly wooden China's groves of extras rending stars' full eclipse mode, mogul balls

Junk in suffocation trunks overflowed into an atmospheric river, go down on papa.

I felt Fear since the olden days of  boogie men, idiot older men than us all, undead

Now what’s left is my recollection of fear & loathing I inherited from example, said

Hearts & souls dead that used to be alive, like mine & yours, a fate of First Dates

Mating so Light keeps shining on in the holes, Life's about beats, demiGod fates.

In no blue men language, signs of boney arms & legs, a museum of sex pistols’ pow

Way more transmissible than a mother’s inner sanctum of negative positives, wow

Sick unto death, virus-bacteria infected genome, death's virus-bacteria of Omega

Alpha didn’t work, it had Omega ends, One End I'm near, y'all say it loud, “DUH!”

Plays for first downs by fourth down, rowin' down a California’s atmospheric river

Hyperventilating ala this meaning of simple collective thoughts, deduced a killer

Encyclopedia Brittanica, Golden Books, Webster in thesaurus form, shine voidness

Disappears in Rando-paradise, robotic bunch of trolls dreaming of Herman Hesse.

Goals, homeruns, touchdowns, every one a score above, below or with zero to zero

Shreds of truth don’t look a bit like a true report of robotic #AI interlocutor of a foe

Meaning of disagreement with Truth is caused by disregarding rational deductions

Inherited in a Garden of Eden when Adam & Eve blew a cookie behind smokin’.

Neither the masses nor the singular & at one individual who see Nothing in all of It

From the center of this planet’s core to the ends of Space & Time's undone chit

Odd yet in the proper order for chaos’ state, appears the way blown-up rock reacts

To pressure within or without a container-strong to save the cosmic, jive turkey act.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January IXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Down with Upper echelon of the pit & the pendulum arbitrators; rafted while jammin’ @WARband link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SuperbowlLVII @LVII @SuperbowlLVII

COOL CAT, DOG! IT’S SUPERBOWL LVII  TIME!

Completely out of our team’s control, when to take a walk and what to mark as Space 

Came in second but still a second motion to none but the One’s seminal hole of grace

Tequila helps nothing but the ability to retool the fool who runs the psyche, free Will
No friend of any dogs of war nor the canine who could be mine, your love of god hell.

Got over that episode of beauty & the beasts who eat the living when their dead Blues
Highlights at six or ten o’clock to make the black & white sox rock hills’ purple hues
Modified RNA by the aliens we’ll never know, the invisible ones that drafted The Word
As above, so below the flesh of the angels feathered the nests of eagles, flight of a bird.

Monkey miracles swung from the tree vines to keep above the sharper teeth of cool cats
Uncles & grandmamas refused to perish, survived to copy the code left over by the Aliens
AL some called him or sometimes #AI, the program for DNA replication #ala CoVid bats
Out of the hellish-type caves underground where the sea used to be before the H2O Sins.

Of Eve and Adam or whichever grunt applies to the Alpha genome, the eagle flies home
At the End of the story, last gasp for the things that will only become what used to be
Forgot about the whole shebang of constant light-noise, charade of top 100 Hit Parade
Y’all woke up in Timbuktu, fell outta bed, hit your head, my nest’s gone, All Is dead, fade.

Perfectly at one with the Oneness of the solar system’s part of the whole shebang
Common ground or the complex abstraction of thoughts & recollection poontang
Sorry, but it rhymed and it was disrespectful and I apologize, please accept my cover
Up and up above the fray where you really can’t survive, just go & see to get it over.

Life was always too short for any form that was conceived and hatched from an egg
Virus, bacteria to all of us, you, me and all of the grateful dead and all of the yet to Be
Mothers and fathers of the final end, the super Nova comin’ later or sooner, I love Sin
It may be happening as we think and speak, taking it’s own sweet Time in black satin.

You changed again, you used to be the way I liked you, now I don’t like you, must be you
It isn’t all me certainly who sees the world like you never did, my everything angels flew
Aircraft of your backbone, yours on top of my own, made the memory to be my last detail
That’s Life your heart won’t know, lives begun Doomsday mama said, ‘ShytSonny! Sail!’

This ends well because it is a part of the whole shebang, it’s all academic to the student
Of the mice and men you & I have known through merging with the power of a Trident
Of Earth, of Wind and Fire to be or not to be the form of the elements animated by a ‘G’
Might be One or the Many, ticklin’ the 88’s, Nothing is fair, stars, Void, this completes Me.

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rjj stephan, i

c. Superbowl @LVII Sunday, 2-12-23 @ 555 AMPST

{ Grappled from my muse this AM listenin’ to #GoingFar @ https://youtu.be/7upcaiFe1Ug }

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W.W.A.R.D.?