#SoulSucker #SoulSurvivor #SoulSearchin'

THE KID DRANK & DROVE

If the final end is as it appears to be when your friends & strangers faithfully depart
Systems are GO & there’s no free choice at the point of no return, you got a heart
But it won’t matter in the long run, requiring blood to continue to beat, let it bleed
First you’ve no idea what’s goin’ on here on Earth, then we get facts of life to heed.

Shown pictures flashing before the mind’s eye from toddler to teen-hero, or villain
Either way the need to bleed has something to do with being descended from seed
Deep within the inner soul of RNA/DNA in organic cells of all fruits, nuts & animals
A code repeater makes it look as if a shape, a size & mental acuity are magic spells.

But there ain’t no magic likely to be the cause of the things themselves, all deja vous
High chaparral along the middle path to keep between safe places in ultraviolet hue
Into the Unknown which is everywhere else than the place you exhibit full attention
We all go, all of us, everyone, everywhere here & now, it’s dead, preconceived Zen.

Marching ahead or walking back and forth behind enemy lines, invisible as the wind
Home was always a far cry from the hole in the wall, the war seemed hell-bent on sin
From first to the last day of every soul’s journey on this holy trip, Nothing’s personal
You don’t have to believe me, faith isn’t required, hope & charity for Angie’s hellbell.

Nobody gets to disappear without a trace, you have bones, blood & your hot spirit
Matter can neither be created nor destroyed since it’s The Law, first or second rule
Nothingness as a concept of an absence of everything, molecular atoms in oblivion
Neutrons, protons & electrons like Harvey @Wallbanger sketches of one man’s Id.

Coming into the very best of the @RollingStones on the @RedSkeltonShow, the abyss
Loud or soft, stones roll uphill on rare occasions but only when your mother’s high
She gets that way when her love for you gets in the way of reality that’s like showbiz
It ain’t but it feels like it, we’re getting older than our skin & bones can handle, I’ll fly.

When it’s the Time I’m given without my agreement and the Time is up, I am Gone
Up or down, inside or outside of Space, emptiness and nothingness, dead men come
Hard or soft for redistribution of national debtor wealth into personal bills of a citizen
Expect that you’ll revolt against this tax on freedom, get ready without getting’ it in.

So hot that the sun is cool compared to the temperature inside my form & matter
It’s all about Substance, the whatever conglomerate of everything on up the ladder
Pawns began, bishops, knights & rooks on boards of 64 squares, 8 squared on Jacob
Now & then it comes right down to this, what we all know is true, corn’s on the cob.

Peace of mind in the piece under your arm, on your back or in your pocketbook hole
Holstered and safety is on, killing for your country or for your revenge, your pride doll
Sagas told, memorized, passed down man to boy, to girl, woman grows fear in a soul
No good reason, just because & it’s for certain we can work it out, y’all gonna drool.

Kid ‘Ice’ worked out the nature the beast, shut up in the closet for an upper 90 degrees
Forced the fear to leave my consciousness, it left but the shadow of smoothness seized
Loosened up the pistons in the cylinders drivin’ the bit of sanity I inherited in ESP boogie
Here we go now, Cadillac Boogie in by the Cadillac of the White Holes, drunk & moody.

Folks dream until they die of fright or happiness, hope you get what you deserve all day
When the sun ain’t shinin’ anymore, how there could be something we’d like, it’ll be OK
Fine or not with me, it’ll come down like it or not, ponies, horses or racin’ cars, trackin’
Around in circles, counter-revolutionary we do the do, pickin’ it all to the beat, grinnin’.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, #Rocktober 2^nd 2023  @ 555 PMPST

{ Drama ensued with this piece created while jammin’ to @Keb’Mo’ #SlowDown link @ https://youtu.be/bPI7qXVSw5g & #SoonAsIGetPaid link @ https://youtu.be/1va98eMftQ0?si=T2siz2TsX4M6Ob4p }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

30 DAYS in One DAZE #Up #Down #In #Out #GodsVeryHappyBBQsacrificeSacredCow @InAndOutBurgers #AnimalStyle @PANTERA @MorganWallen @WARtheBand

UP & DOWN, A TIGER SHARK PANTERA AD INFINITUM

As you were then, One Way now as it’s always been, sea’s love, life down slow
All the people here are aware of this, their parents have downloaded the blow
Of the plants and animals on the ground, in the ground, in the air & in the sea
We’ve all consumed them, beginning with me, I’m not immune from being me.

Pawns at the front lines of the battle, protecting the queen & king of the twins
Identical threats out of nowhere until found somewhere right there next to it all
Each has it’s own lever to pull when the time is right, timing is everything, et al
On your mark, ready & get set to race the others who desire the identical wins.

Strong & fortunate to survive the intense competition for being able to eat & mate
In the cosmic’s dust at the end of it all, it actually never really mattered, as I snark
That y’all got to 1st, 2nd or 3rd base was not as important as sliding into home plate
Single, double, triple beats a sunk-wood Louisville Slugger 500 footer out the park.

Confirm the communion of my soul with the ether’s imaginary oneness of Space
No time for relativity & no time for absolute knowledge, I am Self-Consciousness
For all the good, bad & ugly between species’ original sin & the end of Being’s fizz
It all comes down, it all came down, it’s coming down, that’s Life, that’s #Showbizz!

If you didn’t get the beer for my horses then go back to the storeroom for a case
Four six-packs oughta do the trick, there’s only 2 horses & a pack mule for my lace
My girl rides the mule, my horse gets me & my full metal jacket’s teenage trip spree
District of Columbia up/down, steal Freedom & get what you get, take my Boston tea!

Cold beer & some edibles and spirits of white & brown water, elevate the sensational
You askin’ for a heads-up when you need the command, mikes-up or down with a flow
Middle path strewn with mud & thorns but the only way to get there from here & now
Is to hover, to fly over without touching the ground, being a random Rando outta Hell.

Stones busted out of holy, monster boulders, dried-up stars can’t shine like sunrays
Black holes & deep Singularities that remain invisible, imaginary daughter of my son
Nevertheless, rule the subjects and objects of this predication of Matter, game daze
Start to the bitter end of the battle, dead War is on us all, be or don’t be, no question!

 

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 9-30-2023 AD @ 411 AMPST

{Captured this & crushed in Silencio!  Kiddin’…@WARtheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto link @ https://youtu.be/VIIbT89V7EI?si=W6dPKKaF7dXJV573 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Hey Baby, back seat of my car... #TedNugent #VanMorrison #CryinInAStraightJacket

WE FOUND ‘EM, WE GOT ‘EM ALL

Sanity inside of the society’s cultural wisdom and incarceration of diseased DNA in jail
Did not kill the sparrow but did club the duck, wasted the meat, nobody would cook it
Supreme karmic debt paid back in diamonds, spades, hearts & clubs, all losers will fail
The fix was in, that was no surprise, the loving country taught losers to fly high as chit.

Greater than the superlative in the room, hooked up with the 900-pound green gorilla
Fortunately you & I are from the same planet, we have an understanding of Godzilla
Made a movie, sang a song all about the nature of the beast within each of our souls
Whether it’s an actual physical thing or not, the soul is at least a word, as a bell tolls.

Rang in the middle of the night when all except the night watchman was asserting it
Banged on the bell and the bong from the contact caused vibration in one holy spirit
It is now and it’s always been this way, plus it will be this way from this day forward
Deep fake in the Twilight Zone’s epic fanatic phantasm of a neurotic, psychotic nerd.

Characters’ conscious forms from idiots’ blogs to mining for minds in a corpse history
That’s the tale of the crisscross, covering every uncovered hole in the wall, iconic story
Subjects predicated by objects with prepositions, conjunctions & interjections to boot
All omnivorous forms of animal and plant organisms on Earth live & they’ll go caput.

Sun burns, star shines the light into the darkness we’re enveloped inside of & outside
Corks in the bottle to keep the wine remaining the same, as above, so below the ride
On high or down low, bad air is required to live, without it y’all will die, it’s all trippin’
Far below Earth, nothing is for any of us, myth is certainty, cancellation of mortal sin.

Soaked the ash in the liquid Marxism, magnetized into the Freedom that ain’t free chit
In stores, on the shelves, communists from the Trojan Horse in the cities bussed in s#it
Unholy to kill you yet here you are being stalked by unknown anti-heroes of the story
You are immersed in the eyes of a universal oneness ever since the egg & sperm flurry.

Growth being nurtured to a finale of the dream, as the eyes begin to see, God awakens
Afraid and all alone, the fear dissipates as the dawn brings back the starlit immortal sins
Created it all from Nothing, violating the subsequent laws of “nature” all spontaneously
Combusting out of nothing but a spark, l lit a match but the petrol vapor ignited the sea.

Played me like a bassoon solo of the Hungarian Rhapsody or Rhapsody-In-Blue, so what
Pouring the invisible syrup from the extinct maple tree upon the cakes in the pan of scat
Either you live or we die, here & now as it’s always been in Egypt or the Bronx, it’s all OK
Los Angeles to Chicago to Philadelphia, invasion of A Foreign Trojan Horse, Guerilla-Day.

#AliensOnBikes invading your life, you will let them stay & eat & defecate their hustle
On sidewalks, one-way streets, in or out of the Hood, the neighborhoods of the Bull
Cows having anchor babies, being fed by the teats of the wealth, the golden calf, fools
Underneath the stupid, the moron, the leader of the pack, a silent, invisible-idiot rules.

Who did this & got away with murder resulting from the human tragedy of conception
Multiplying the chafe of the innocent and mighty divine thing itself, we get mortal sin
What it is is what it is & that’s all there is, that thing, whole shebang, attention please
Now then, die, that’s all, that’s it, caput, no dream, reality or any nirvana’s gold fleece.

Missions impossible to complete when in complete control of nothing at all, rockin’ hard
Freedom is first a notion, then a sound, a word, conceptual analysis of fear of the feared
Insane or not, civilized & enculturated or not, we’re aliens out of nowhere, evolved flirt
Development driving from the origin to the final destination, you’re a champ, Gold, Dirt.

Categories of matter & atomically fused fissionable thermonuclear astro smack from God
RIP to the ghosts released from the solar disturbance of Space & Time, happy day hot-rod
I’ve become attached to the seeds of the breed, many & the One, I revere all the Unborns
I’m neither in charge nor the follower of children’s hopes & afterlife chimeras of unicorns.

Power beneath your two feet to accelerate or halt the momentum out Never-Neverland
Your control, will to focus upon one thing until it’s exhausted it’s function, killed the fear
Monkeys are on the right and left of the smokescreen, they can’t see the Truth out here
Devolved from a Jetson into a Flintstone, chill out your jet to crash & burn, c’mon Man!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, IX-XXIX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 6:30 AMPST

{ Cluster-Banged out of the Twilight Zone while jammin’ to #SometimesWeCry by @VanMorrison sittin' down, thinkin' it through...eatin' humble pie }

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W.W.A.R.D.?