3 STOOGES BEST & GOD IS IN THE SUN, GOD IS IN THE EARTH, GOD IS DEAD LIKE MY MA & PA, #WheresRosalita? 3 HOURS of @BruceSpringsteen 1975-1985

HEADERS’ MUSCLES, ROLLIN’ A QUARTER MILE, GOES GREAT, GO STRAIGHT

Souped up my Grand Turismo Omolgato over the normal 400 c.i. Enzo Ferrari’s Homologated hotrod

It arrived when I was 16, to either die in a GOAT or a Challenger, around dead ape-men’s curvature

If not me it would have been another innocent kid, boy or a girl on the way to work or a date night

In any case, life minus a body doesn’t live another moment, no ghost to give up out the bones’ fight.

Miracle from cause to effect ad infinitum, lost in empty Space’s kayak without a paddle or a rudder

To move with the flow of the current away from the rocks and end of the shore, adrift, my brother

From another mother and father, we’ve come and we’ve gone, some returned while others burned

At the core’s blown meltdown of organized organisms’ refused garbage, black & blue trash turned.

Revolution recycled morons and idiots pretending to be the intelligent genies of a genius I.Q. count

All there is and all that will ever be is what has always been, things themselves and the heated meat

Dreaming about sleeping in peace without one eye wide open, lie down for a spell, no witch’s stunt

War’s warlocks finishing the final details before the black hole’s implosion, all in Thunder’s two feet.

Light either infrared or ultraviolet is neither the holy blackness nor the blinding whiteness of atoms

Blown or fused, no personality to see, hear, taste or smell, it’s what I got no feeling for, the Adams

Eve’s offspring, my kin, distant or kissin’ cousins, alone or with the full compliment of a vacuum Void

All in or all out, it’s a fierce tug of war, a battle for survival of the fit, strong survive a con game droid.

I ran the games under the bridges for cover, the enforced law was an outlaw, what I am is 208 bones

Parted ALL H2O to expose the bottoms’ sandy sea, dead star dirty blues, solar plexus gods’ honeydew

Poker or craps, my cards, my two dice, just one die away from the river’s edge, the flow of Blues’ do

What it does when it’s completely out of sight? Die & see…no doubt, no argument, I’m gone, Homes!

Full of the scat that moved from my conception to my demise, burned or buried, lost at the ape’s seas

Where the food fell from the sky, the money grew on all of the garden’s trees, before I lost divine skis

I slid upward and I fell down into the pit of the vacuum cleaner, sucked into the vortex of Mex & Tex

Everyplace coast to coast, border to border, every moment of nature’s party of One, holier than Sex.

Kids and their orphanages closed after the extinction beat the survivors back down into the dumpster

Where good trash turns into the wealth of the paupers who walk the grounds paved by monkey uncles

Babies and old people, women & men mutated into One, nobody gets out of here & now alive, no sire

Madame and the homegrown lumps of momentary pleasures fill the reputation with Agoura hills fire.

Punks ran the shows behind the curtains, pulled all the strings of the puppets & their mastermind day

All made in slavery's experience of machines that get food from the unsavory rocks that rolled away

From openings of sealed crypts to let the corpses walk without souls or spirits that cause good & evil

Burying all E-cars, E-batteries Last Detail, a Finale Epilogue workin’ on atomic, hot-potato peels still.

Didn’t look both ways when I sped down the alley on my two-wheel Schwinn, ran into a big Chevy

All my fault for dying that day, I lost my ma & pa, my future earning of money, paper route too heavy

Should have picked another route, not a short-cut to the ending, boy scout-altar boy candyman can

For what it’s worth, all American, sold out Elmwood Park, freakin’ Harlem & Grand, Montclair man.

Huts and mansions, farms and factories, it’s the Work, it’s the Play, an American Way of monkey-see

What babies do from infancy to adolescence to make the world go around, eat & shat all to be or not

Every revolution of the Earth around the sun, every elliptical orbit felt over seventy times nor not One

It’s all the same and different than it ever was before, identical to the rattlesnake bite, bitten godson!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier XXIInd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST Dimanche
{ Polished this off  #RacinInTheStreet listenin’ to @Springsteen1978 link @ https://youtu.be/L8kUyBoHfTo }

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#OneHeartbeatAtATime #YOU were missing, INDEED! Twenty-First . . . the day I turned 21, I was living on a nuclear missile base defending America's gene pool of heretics & miscreants from six other continents & a #ThirdWorld that doubles extinction probability

END OF THE STORY’S EPILOGUE, GREED FOR GRIEF & FOUR GRAND A PIECE

I got around the blocks back in the day, with or without you or The Fever, so

To be with you and me in the Space of Time, same place, one sane moment

Leftover hot or frozen-stiff cold means nothing to Nothing, odd as an android

All or none of the atoms, electrons, ionic blood of the empty, divine vast Void.

Drivin’ in my car, turned on the radio, pulled her so close, her mama said no

For once, we kissed and the fire lit up the whole seat, I fell down & got rolled

I can still feel the hold on me, grip can’t ever let go, stuck in your bones & soul

Five and ten will get you twenty, sawbuck, fin, single hundred pennies of gold.

Beat and fondled as if that’s what the flesh & bones need but that’s fallacious

An argument that follows the false premises to the incomprehensible star dust

Came alive for no reason other than spontaneous combustion, pressure cooked

Merged the many into the One, for the first and final time, a king gets rooked.

Little queens of black & white, generations of germs lost in the fairy dust dream

Mothers of all the bombs blown to smithereens or imploded into the finale cream

Unshaved hair overgrown into the coats of arms and legs that move to unmoved

All of y’all hot rods, dead & gone down under or smokin’ above, at One, grooved.

Inside of the pen, pencil or keystroking electric or manual, it’s all comin’ out

Of me & the rest of the all too humane bucket of spittle from the gods’ child

You made the first move because I let it be that way, my move was silence

As if I didn’t care, yet it was opposite, fell in love at first sight of your glance.

By the by, however, you forgot about my present of my presence, to be fair

I forgot about your presence, I appeared to become a jerk-offspring’s long hair

Parted grey hairs down the middle, transistor radio to ears on a mission to die

To be honest, everything that’s true someday becomes the false-truth, hot lie.

Shaved clean, slicked the skin for the soothing feeling of mending deep cuts

From the razor’s edge one becomes two or more pieces of the whole shebang

Everybody is all in, nobody gets out alive, not even One savior of the sin song

Surfin’ curls, ocean’s comin’ to be beached, gas H2O played well, right’s wrong!

Caught you in a closet before you knew I cared; I didn’t know you cared for me

As if I knew you forever, saw my soul merge into the drift of spirit allowed, to be

Or not to be, that was the questionable conundrum for my young, astute anima

Model imbibed; a doughboy begotten of Popeye & Sicilian princess of Chitown.

Fried or burnt upon a spit barbie, the dead meat seasoned tastes better salted

Garnished in the selected dry & ground Earth-growth, it sustains the inner bread

Before the sweet & sour bitter ends of this dream within a dream, woke awaken

Justify the con games with reasons for your selfish selflessness thru thick & thin.

by

r j j  stephan, I  

c.  Janvier XXIst, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{Concocted while jammin’ to @Bruce_Springsteen https://youtu.be/UBtEOS_8BEM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ICameForYou

#Mishandled #OldMenPayNoAttentionToChinaman #SNL #Corvette2024 @GovtMule #KungFuHustle

IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING, MY MOTHER WAS SO HORNY

Fabulous to be alive when you’ve escaped the End multiple times, scats caller

Some get the message, others have no idea there’s even a message out the sky

Cooperate with the dysfunctional, gone far away or coming back from FUBAR

A cluster of photons in subatomic form can’t be seen by the naked human eye.

Secret security package can’t be opened until a fail-safe protocol kicks off doom

It will come and go before anyone knows it, no time to reminders or dig a tomb

Humming on the nerves connecting to the libido, there’s a question with no mark

Beans grown under the dirty ground from a wet seed of DNA, a walk in the park.

No reason or rational thoughts to enhance the unacceptable conclusion of doom

It’s comin’ like it or not, it’s a put-on by powers that will never be, not in this room

Out of nowhere, anywhere you can see, hear, smell, taste of feeling so cold or old

Brief or extending moments on the Timeline of your conception and ashes, Cold.

Getting off or on a yacht ship to sail the sea requires no fear of uncontrolled glee

Yet with the glee overflowing, all reasonable fear dissolves into the Void of To Be

Digitized the film, the video, the super8, now we have my life squeezed into a jar

We’re over here and now, we won’t be and will never be again, gone way too far.

Shaped like a bell that will never ring, no ding or dong for one or twelve bongs

Time in Space above the grounded graves that secure the ends of love songs

Nuts ground into DNA, seeds in berries on bushes, fruits budding on all trees

Woke up out of a safe and sound sleep, unconscious as if I were dead, please!

Knocked out feels the same, no dream to recollect, it’s all a put-on for the holy

Officers of the ethical morality of those who possess no little capacity for folly

Genius is proof that there’s no exception to the rules, five or ten or just the Two

To do unto others as you’d have them do unto you, golden rule of the Goo Goo.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier XXth, MMXXIII @ 1111 AMPST

{ Gashed this slice of life from the Emptiness’ bright stars this AM while jammin’ to #IslandExodus by @GovernmentMule link YouTube @https://t.co/70YBOByioj }

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W.W.A.R.D.?