#RicoSuave #Stormy #Rainy #AllJACKEDup

MUCHACHOS, DON'T LET THE LYRICS MISLEAD YA

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Future is yesterday and you missed it but you weren't even lookin' for it anyway, just chill

It's not going to be easy being all alone, dead or alive, the only way to fly is solo, little Bill

Ports on every coast of seven continents have ships in ports without sailors' black as a hole

Hip to the empty rhetoric which dovetails with the bovine scat you've spat from your soul.

 

For the love of stardust underfoot, there's only forced faith in the next moment comin' outs

Bottom feeders await the gravity to bring it all down to the recycle core of all we know too

Think I am, therefore I am, in French, Spanish, German, Italian, Slavic or Mandarin codex

Sprung from signs on walls, then on parchment of trees & now electronic #ZapMail FedEx.

Artful dodge of the deal, walking away when a bottom line is reached, big fish, hooked to set

Into the jaw or down the throat if the worm got swallowed, just like payin' back "others' debt

Down at one bottom again, graves have gravity at the core, ain't a tangible state of your mind

Indeed, somethin' got a hold on me, it's a surface infiltration of great wide open caves so fine.

Real intelligence cannot oppose it's invention of artificial thought manipulation, always right

Never in error of the logic & reason presented to 1 conscious perception of extinction's fight

Deoxyribonuclear acid feelings that never, ever hurt me or any commitments I love to death

Few & far between but might even be a complete stranger, I'd save from a guy's bad breath.

Right now at 12 o'clock, high noon PST, there's a stormy front hidden from the rear view, yet

To be or not to be, still alive but homeless with nothing but a backpack of sweet nothing debt

Nothing like a sin against the creator of the universe, just disobedience of the Ten Commands

Dropped a dime on a fake leader of dead people from a promised land, Adam to all God's fans.

High priests, astute, celibate nuns of Love's creation, on a high noted convent-monastery dream

Bums & junkies filling up their empty pork & bean cans of holy river water to cleanse clusters

Being inferior, claiming to be a singer-musician, ten bones bent, willing & able to drop a dime

Too busy to have been fabulous, as a most wanted fugitive of Love, innocence of Life's crime.

Graves dug for the rotting skin, organic matter of cell forms, dead plankton to dead human too

Kind of species that can't be eaten by neither its own nor others, be that as it may, kind of blue

Played & sung all alone or for an audience of two or more, maybe hundreds of forms of bones

Common the denominator for the minions to divide & conquer the multiplicity of cell phones.

A satirical farce is not obvious when disguised as a biographical certainty, tragedy it's a comedy

English and American literature rich with a wealth of knowledge, wisdom & pure human folly

No reason to suspect that everyone agrees that what is true is the Truth, illusions feed delusions

Importance of the Unknown, subatomic & supratomic twirling the infinite swirl, mortal sin sin.

Peak at the tip of unexploded ice & rock down to a molten core which can't freeze cosmic dust

Call it a name we've grunted early in the lexicon appearance, A, B or C all do what they must

Making two, then four, then eight geometrically progressed to infinity's Singularity, no return

Imaginary point less than a pencil dot on notebook paper, success seeing nothing left to burn.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 3-1-2024 A.D. @ 1212 PMPST

{ Flicked this invisible reign of Hope out while jammin' to some #Aberrant ROK & RO link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=aEVJBeR3bopq4wvq &  https://youtu.be/eCUCSqcSnac?si=1DM0pHXwJ-cwtp2q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoGivesAScatBoutYourBabies? #FoolsFillFlukesOfFabulosity

XEROX YOU, COPY DAT?

Our skin is in the game for the duration of the perfect lives on Earth
Lucky to have been conceived & born to Mankind, Existence is a fly
Nothing you can say on the record will extinguish the species’ heart
Tricks of a magician use sleight of hand to fool souls of smokin’ high.

Bills to be paid by silver and gold I’ve found buried deep into The Word
Posted the queerest & weird to initiate the cause of all species’ extinction
Calm your damn rubber soul down, wander about a land of Henry Ford
Who cares? Yo’ mama dropped a dime on you, life in dumb-ass’ prison.

At one time or another, you believe reason and logic lead to Truth’s Ends
Watching absolutely no spirits rise from their corpse once ash or embalm
Takes over the innards to preserve them from norm decay of it all psalms
Songs you’ve burnt and ate your words, embalmed, buried or in the deep.

Queen’s check on a board of 64, begets 2 impotent kings’ & 4 knights
Dancing aboard finite possibilities which lead to checkmate of the Rex
Devils & angels aside, this is strictly an all too human duel of pointlessness
Best to regard the pastime as an essential ingredient of a bad witch’s hex.

That nothing matters in the long or short run except for survival of the fit
It’s the whole of the law, a common denominator of numerators I split
Momentary lapse of Reason to learn to survival, crucified in the stirrup
Hard to get from point A to B without jumping a hippy ass, saddle up.

Inside my school gym locker, books were all read, studied for straight A’s
To read & recollect facts as presented is all that’s required to get PhD’s
Like this here & that there, a way of being at one with the incongruence
One that I knew I’d find before a last beat of my heart muscle nonsense.

Partial amnesia for good, bad & ugly is an effective cure for a broke Id
Fought the good fight for the ugly & baddest of the rest, dream of the kid
Beaches at the edge of a great Lake of Michigan, Iroquois tribes' vein
Royal flush, ace high full house will get the job done 7 of 10 times insane.

It’s the 3 times you ostensibly lose a shirt to the house, inevitable you fold
Pat hands of the dealer can profit a single dope for a spell, fool for gold
Seniors on trips to getaway from home & pretend fun is in playing game
Not winning, losing, shedding your gold to the house is cool, smile, lame.

You know & I know we’re all gonna die, 'less you’re an infant or mind
Truth is online buried in cyberspace or brick & mortar Dewey Decimals
Pierce my soul with invisible arrows, St. Cupid, when I sleep, ring a bell
Home or away, I won’t lose any game, I always win, losing is impossible.

Legal tender will bend your actions to retrieve whatever it takes get tight
Safe & sound for your return to Tomorrow’s Fixed Game of High Light
Stacked the deck to win not to lose, undefeated with a wink & nod done 
Matter & Energy conceived & dissolved during The Big Bang, I'm One.

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r j j stephan, i

{ It’s #Tricky, drafted while jammin’ to @RunDMC on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/l-O5IHVhWj0?si=-U_XIIykFUZh6UfN }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tick Tock Hickory Dickery Dock, Mitosis Creates Extinction

SOME HELL YOU'VE FOUND UNDERNEATH THE COVERS

Maximum you’ll receive is whatever you can’t afford, therefore you’ll mind your manners, John Henry
Hammer came down and killed old John Henry, he ran out of the Jack Daniels Black got arrested, I cry
Not only can you fly without wings when you die, you may not remember anything from birth to death
Absolutely a form of reenlisting in the life you get before death, it can’t cancel it, still run out of breath.

Brain fog allows no clarity of the subjects and objects in front of your face, the carnivore & herbivore
Both keep the Life alive in the things made of skin & bones of various colors & 208 bones of a whore
Not my sister or mother, maybe your own, maybe even your ex-wife and girlfriends, I’m in denial too
I see nothing in the good, the bad or the ugly that fixes the stupid in the idiots and morons of Blues.

Ending in the container of bone dust on your grandchild’s fireplace mantel, keepers signify horror
Never shakin’ off the entertainment we enjoy here and now, a cat’s meow and the growling roar
Of stars being born from gravitational collapses and big bangs which occur in virtual perpetuity
I have a secret, this is a sacrifice to the dead deity who caused the Big Bang, hot fun in this city.

Point of no return at the last step off into the empty space, over the cliff, seconds away from a void
Need and want to know the reason you’ve been alive, why we’re conceived into a ball of confusion
Even our forefathers were conceived without the coupled two being ‘In love’ just ‘in lust’ mortal sin
Allowing logic to guide me down to Big Sur, 2 steps on a trip, a scoot on steel, turnpikes signs of tin.

Reality’s what you can recall of what happened while your senses not only detected it but also fixed it
That’s the key to survival of the most fit, never stop the vigilance and reactive ignition of a retaliation fit
Smooth as the Santana riff around Supernatural and the Shaman, no double reverse of almighty power
Once it’s unable to muster the light out of the darkness, only the chosen ones smoke the holy flower.

Thirteen ghosts left in a house of blues, full moon baby poltergeists, a guffaw for big, bad blue moons
Carol & Mary blowing soap bubbles of thin-membrane out of this world’s platform, dimensional runes
Ready to read the signs of symbolic magic spells, what the Vikings used & I made my own, river stones
Grey & brown of the Autumn months let it all be the way it’s always been, the whole orchestra moans.

I got a line on you and all of the others who cannot agree with my doobie brothers & steely dans blue
Hear your heartbeats and soul leaks of worrying about what you cannot shake, that’s the holy shat too
6 strings are attached to my offers to increase our savings & profits by a megabillion yin-yang bass glow Ain’t playin’ player, Time’s ticking inside this atmosphere, Ends contain a lost consciousness, just blow.

Fool’s paradise is below heaven, Reality & Fantasy merge into perpetual bliss’ quantum astral body
Selfless party of smoke & mirrors, subconscious soul-travel creates the divine super consciousness
Major league players in the Spirit of Love will forget the presence of The Awesome moment in Time
When your self-realization triggered a recollection of why Matter exists in Space, to loan me a Dime.

 
Buckeyes out picked potatoes, scalloped & mashed into Irish underground staples, dirty tubular dank
Moves from somewhere out of this world, not of this Earth, born crippled & infirm, unsweet, fat milk
Severe ennui completes the impossible mission, as if you’ve failed when you’ve succeeded, you stank
So does everybody under one star called sun, mother, father or both that Caused it all, soft black silk.

Faith is believing blindly, whether true or false, Hope is a vacant Will to Power & Charity is love to All
Doing anything to anyone at anytime collects some Karma for your payback soul promise, for Play Ball
If you don’t walk or get a single, double, triple or homer, you’re a loser, the team needs one hero slide
Down from third, cleats flyin’ high into the catcher’s mit, balls in the pocket, hit me in the head, I died.

It’s 2:22 AMPST & why the dream is in the dream I don’t know, it’s not for me to say anyway, I’m dead
All alive & focused on the days & nights, your asleep in bizarro world, welcome home, got to go to bed
Super men and women fly, run, smoke and sleep to located the Truth, hidden in plain sight, just kidding
Truth doesn’t exist, that’s why it’s difficult to find, it ain’t there, this is an accident, an original Sinning. 

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Lundi, 2-26-2024 Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST
{ Killed the WORD- Pulitzer-worthy bard blather compiled listenin’ to #CoastToCoast on @kfbk1530 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

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