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Thursday, June 20, 2024

Arrowsmith but there's also @Aerosmith #1981tTOP40 ... PETTING PARTIES KILLED MY SPUNK in 1965 A.D. I will find you!


SOME OLD NEWS FOR ME, THE DEAF & DUMB
Got cold beer in the ice chest, we’re wettin’ lines in the pond, bobbers goin’ up & down too
Just like the old days before we graduated from summer high school, on to another Frosh pool
Of boys and girls 17 to 19, onto 20 & 21…grad school to 23 or 25, never worked, teach stipend
Influenced the thought content assigning the reading & discussion of the same old, same old.

Fools run in where angels thought quicksand didn’t need to be for fallen souls already gone
One step beyond the shore where you can’t look back to see what disappeared into thin air
Used or new, matter and energy have no influence over the rigor mortis’ verve, out of there
Just like rocks rollin’ out of the volcano holes, lava’s tiny squirts of unscientific, fictional fear.

Scared of dying, scared of living alone, you and the others inside, the Id, the Super Ego & you
Up and down for the heads to bob over where my space is, five or six square feet, stand-down
Group of One’s dairy queen’s, the cows producing milk without calves, all too humane, dead
Naked as skin can be seen it it’s colored forms, with the hair, no white, brown or red of head.

You’ve been trippin’ since that first hit of LSD your “friend” popped into your big mouth at 16
This whole world still appears to be the flashback in loop, living forever even turnin’ hat-tricks
Winning or losing at games that have no rules other than the ones in the box, Jane’s & Dick’s
All in your face when you win and in a funk for days when you lose, no kissin’ #Juneteenths.

High down & low unto the ceiling, downtown and uptown, down and up country, alive, asleep
Day is a spin around to the night’s darkness, turned mama Earth’s face away, to grow so deep
Below the core, inside of the magnetic vibrations, like you get sitting on the beach, in the sand
Dunes of moons put it all to rest, all there is, sunny stardust, in & out of This Downfall of Man.

I drank the alcohol, the brain malfunction was addictive, helped bring you back, so way gone
I smoked the leaf, whacked my mind’s eye back into the cerebellum for keeps, made me moan
Fine or not, it’s the way it is, I got high, you got high, we’ll get to the end just to drop the dye
Stoned and rockin’ on the slide, gliding to the finish line, it’s comin’ up ahead, even gods die.

You and the whiskey are talkin’ to me from Tennessee or California, and it don’t matter either
Could have been a dream, it’s just a recollection of causes and effects of scat that don’t matter
To the wavelengths and frequencies, I raise my glassful of Tequilla that comes out of hindsight
Eagles fly and they die too, alive from fertilized egg to the extinct feathers & animated flight.

Monsters underneath my bed when I was seven or eight, angels & devils came out church
Taught me to speak Latin and serve mass to the masses, honor priests, cardinals’ dad-pope
My mines full of emptiness I relish and have no problem hiding in plain sight, invisible chill
Drunk? I’ve been. High-Mind? #FlashBack runs in a loop, I am, I think, at least I’m all cool!

In bed with the evil that eat you bones and all, they don’t care if you’ve got a PhD, masters
Treasure is the place that you’ve got to flee from, to get away from the stench’s poison water
It kills your kids & your horses, you let them drink first and they die, you got no ride, no kid
Now, the hot heat’s on cold, frozen ice until there’s a cure for the disappearance of spirit-Id.

Until then, make amends, all needs to be even-steven, you can’t bring a knife to a gunfight
Know what I mean, or the disadvantage will result in your last breath in history, out of light
Heartbeats and thoughtful renderings of inner feelings that resist expression, hard rocker
Told me lyrics to rhythm’s rhymes and meanings of thoughts that disappear in a thin air.

Resist the attraction as you must, if you submit to the magnetic pull, y’all will immerse
Within the heavy metal sight and sound that tastes & smells like it feels, it feels adverse
So unfavorable in fact, that even though you aren’t aware, you and everyone are #AtOne
Try to be that way when you’re already there, fool’s errand, sleepin’ in a desert, my Son!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, June 20, 2024 A.D. @ 111 PMPST

{ Crafted this 2-a-day GEM while jammin’ to @JimiHendrixBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TG5KkY6idyE?list=OLAK5uy_lwNlG5KASFF8t6Ea5wdoBil7oARJ9ImL8 }

c. Jeudi, June XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
YOU GOT SOME OLD NEWS FOR ME, I'M DEAF & DUMB

#ExcitementContained #HEART & #BabyMonkeyBackwardOnAnOinker #StairwayToCielo #HowFarIsHeaven?

CASTING ASPERSION-SPELLS, BABYAPE FORTE
Your parents forced you to behave with a set of moral rules inherited from dead bones
Correct me if I’m wrong but fully consume the force-fed fodder you’re about to receive
Beginning with subjects & objects, we predicate them with young Dick & Jane children
On to Aristotle & Plato’s Socratic dialogue between savants & ignorant masters of sin.

Above and below, the politics and economics rule the roost, keeping order of all things
Once a cell splits in mitotic excitement, it’s nearly out of control in it’s duplication rings
Around the Rosie or around the block like Jenny, it’s all a dance around Stonehenges
Crop circles for all with a summer solstice to boot, rebooting ad infinitum, Simon says.

Before your brain programmed in code, nonsense of the Word-Up, no word went down
Fresh as the air before the seed split in two, it was peace and solitude of the Superego
Nothing before nor after the thought of this and only this, I and only I am the One, it’s so
To me, this world doesn’t exist For Me, if it exists without me, it ain’t my damn concern.

While I’m still breathing with a steady heartbeat, low BP, low Cholesterol & the Eve lady
High or low for the #Woke down the middle of a road, stayin’ alive to avoid a wet dream
Skepticism satisfied by the revolutionary awareness that Life is indeed solipsistic candy
Coddle your dense decisions in a knuckle sandwich, completely chew, don’t swallow it.

You are a cool #Foody and you know your scat doesn’t have the doom odor of mankind
You get the vitamins and minerals from the salivates of the dog-god mouth you all find
Then the wasted mastication is removed in several napkins, a nuisance to wait staffers
Garbage, refused trashed delicacies of human pie-holes, dumped ocean, Pacific Sur’s.

You’re making the comfort level too high, your footballs bounce and are bound to fail
No Safety, Extra Point, Field Goal or Touchdown for the boys and girls to scissor hail
Who stretches before a mastication of candy that will jack your mind into oblivion hehl
Clubs are a bit tight so I’ll need to stretch out my yodel for the pending roll in the hay.

Why is your face full of make-up, because of hot, bright lights or the wrinkled reality?
Try not to look at the reflection of your form in a mirror or calm pool of liquid, salty sea
Real intelligence found by the Artificial Intelligence’s due diligence and pending doom
Part your hair down the middle until our bald ancestry becomes our empty headroom.

Sense and immersion in deep where it all began, a chaos of pitiful pre-scat growth
History is hysterical I hypothesize with rational yet unprovable assumptions, an oath
That I’ll be prepared as a cub scout in a wolf pack, outside a lion’s den of arrowhead
Snake-bit on a hike, died all alone in a cave near the bank of an American riverbed.

Heights way down under the surface where nothing floats or flies above it but rebels
Like it or not, disobey the laws regulating all too human behavior & you pay the piper
If you are ignorant of the law & break it, you still must pay the piper, it’s your debt fools
If you die during the violation through your own or other firearm or sheath, sing blues.

Vikings to Wisemen who are all leftovers from the battles and wars, lost & won in vain
Couldn’t take it past the rigor mortis and all that you don’t want to know, maggots rain
Staying alive in the middle of threats to end your animation in this dream of a demigod
Do the math, add to One, you’ll find out, Buddha & Christ drive a 1957 Chevy hotrod.

When you sleep, when you can’t remain awake, it’s the same as being dead, you see
Pairs of triplets and quadruplets could repopulate the ancestors’ DNA, miracle that I be
Acid in the solar Big Bang at 93 million miles, here & now we are Earth, y’all too human
Boys, girls, men, women, animals, insects, plants, microbes, out the Singularity of Man.

by
r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Copped a Sneak while writing this piece of dog’s god, forward & backward while jammin’ to #DeletedSenesSTRIPES LINK @ https://youtu.be/BOtsAHB5fAc?si=Vg4zzhq_Bte8FQH1 }

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

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

#SkipARope #CattleDriveACowboy** #GotBloodLestat #SaveAHorseRideACowboy #RIP @WillieMays44


Predication complications
Early in the AM, even an idiot wakes up for a momentous shunning on Earth
Subjects triple-double as objects & fact of life is that Life is a DNA TNT ride
There’s nothing like a real thing, baby, over here down home by my cool side
When y'all are already gone, it’s OK ‘cause I know you comin’ back, ne'er.

Immortal touches below ground, six feet under or just dust to the wind gales
Beating up the family of jewels from diamonds to sapphires glowing to fade
When pain & suffering leave way for the pleasure of feeling too good to be
True to yourself & your cherished candy, saved all the good ones I can’t see.

Came above the surface's deep-dive currents flowing from the core's sets
To go wives & all of the all too humane inseminators who came out closets
Off a #BarbaryCoast goin’ south with a breeze from a stern or port of a ship
Touched deeply down into the psyched-up spiritual soul, in a psychic flip.

Punks get blue just like well-adjusted, mature ones ‘cause they’re too human
Are you tryin’ to push me over the cliff, no god or dog there before any man?
Kid Christian actions & reactions to a Cabalistic, rock & roll rules ala Greeks
Describe the sadness in the fourered room, without none of the many freaks.

Pumped up with the bad vibrations from the syncopated waste, astrosphere
Pinkish red to purple-blue, rainbow of a frequency hidden frequency’s tear
H2O dripping as if there was a separation of hydrogen & oxygen, outter blue
I swear, ain't getting to the end with eyes wide open, closed without a clue.

By the sides of an outback, caught in the system’s muck & mire, all true love
You couldn’t make any of this up & noone cares that you're below, as above
Trinity of Goers & Olive Oyls rulin’ the roost of One & the Many, inked pens
Commandments of the golden rules for the beasts within infants of queens.

No way on this one way street anyone can mistake the dead end, high curb
It was 50 feet of grass sod with two cottonwood monster trees 20 feet apart
You and your father may not know one another but that doesn't matter all
It's all your karma way of paying back anything you've loaned from the Ball.

Earth rolls, revolves in revolution around the son, wobbles in happiness sin
Paying back the totally unprovable violation you're responsible for, anyway...
You gotta go I know, so do I and it's not due to ennui or lost in a form, a dot
Some acid became self-conscious of that which came from nothing's shot!

Screamed by unknown voices, invisible pool of white noise and shark fins
Soon enough, although it may be much later than you’ll ever see, die in sins
You know like I know something, it’s Matter, Energy, Time & Space searching
Complexion identical in the darkness, there’s no light in a black, holy thing.

Keep an open mind, you'll need it once you discover the nature of your Id
A ruler of your Ego & SuperEgo, an imaginary thing itself, it thinks, I am it
Yoyo flippin' around the world, walkin' the dog & a plethora of tricks, I'll vet
Bang sounds loud when it echoes in a small room, the echo is asd clear as chit.

Hum vibrations stretched animals’ skin & plucked E, A, B, C, D, F or high E
We know the banjo & ukulele & mandolin search for hillbilly souls in the hills
Islands or deep in-country where wise men fear to go, welcome supper spit
You may be a main dish without you, hope & faith you’re eyes are open pit.

Poly-synchronicity with a waxing gibbous moon, Earth-bound satellite bang
Lovers underneath have hearts beating too hard to let them be climaxing
Neither more nor less than the passion of being human we're born to sting
Two hearts meeting, middle of nowhere start beating as one, gong bell ring.

Woman is all we’ve got to protect the survival of the species, they're crucial
We’re sufficient but we ain’t necessary at all, men, priests, parents of ‘em all
Bringing the loaves & fish to the idiots tryin’ to recreate Woodstock mortals
All of 'em originals, dead & gone, crippled with amnesia, too high my pals!

Think the thoughts of a good, an evil or an ugly finale end, a final deep fake
Mothers and fathers of ancestors & descendants of them, we dream awake
Look me square in the eye & tell me you’ve deep dived into Earth’s ground
Same old ways and means that can’t change, stars shine on top 40 sound!

Love, climaxing new life that bursts into many from the One sacrifice a day
As if we don’t know this is all a dream, something dropped a thin dime

Follow timeline either side of the zero-origin, positive a la right, negative left
On board before the flood, floating 'til land came back into sight, it was gone
Time is comin’ for some soul-searchin’ effort to avoid heart bridges undeaf
Change came & everything mutated like it was meant to be, right of wrong.

You thought you knew what needed to be done, you were right on the money
Shot the pistol’s rounds deep into an enemy’s body & soul, paid high, honey
Said & done before it was too late to forget about it rested, luck-charmed life
Farewells or greetings for all too human beings, innocent & at one, cut knife.

Blown horn, strummed strings pick modified frets in harmony, skin & metal
Light or heavy is just One's way of expressing subject or object predication
Tryst of modifiers like adjectives & adverbs complementing nouns to scuttle
Zombi or not, body-form of humanity's DNA/RNA, mother-in-law kin, my son.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 6-17-1972 Anno Domini @ 0420 hours

{ Drafted in a rage within for no reason, alter-ego kicked this instead of the dog while jammin’ to @TheBeachboys #Darlin & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/iXhB2uETzP0?si=-7ZhL-WePg5gC5oP }

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