AC/DC by the #HaveADrinkRockBabies #YouDrunk? #BlackJackAndH2O #UhOh @EricChurch #BlackJackDaniels #DontPlayWithSticksAndStonesCuz may have to @WhipAMansAssSometimes

All jacked up WITHOUT THE STANK, BLACK JACK’S CHERRY

All jacked up to swap tires, on the road now coast to coast with H2O

No way in Norway or Baja can you find your bearings in a holy hole

Don’t try to cushion the blow, blow into the tube as hard as you can

I ain’t drunk on two beers at 2 AM, cherry top poppin’, slam, I’m in.

Hell, I’m parkin’ in the work place corral where angels fear to go

Under the freeway where the light rail train rolls to and fro, so low

Noise & nobody around, stolen and stripped until the gas run out

Always runnin’ on empty and today ain’t no different, yelled & shot.

Not guilty as charged, innocent as newborn babes born to teenagers

All the dirty dancin’ girls are retaken by bad boys, all in jail together

Material energy shock, this is all there is in a mindful, boneyard Void

By the time babies see the elders breakin’ code, it’s a matter of time.

Full time job goin’ back & forth to court & the penitentiary’s big flock

In the wall there aren’t any, just accordion-type wire & electric shock

Good behavior obedience 100% to The Man, you know it’s Peter Gun

Shooting for the heart & the stars, bulls have eyes you’ve S#it for fun.

Making up things that never really happened at all, lying about lies

It’s the boy who called wolf too many times on the last call, then rest

The body ain’t cold yet, no need to rush the meal, it’ll be butcher size

We’ll clean the muscles, BBQ them on the spit and pretend to civilize.

Bon fire after midnight, burning bright under stars & river flows’ fish

Steelhead, salmon more wise than your average angler, using the OIL

Wiser than an average angler, brighter than your clueless pal, it’s OK

Catching one cold after the other, I can but can’t land rainbow today.

Hours & years up to or more than a century, wise or dumb as a rock

You roll, you bounce back and eventually it’s full stop, power down

Keep it awake, you woke up so it’s OK to remain dreamless, I caress

Like others God blessed, I am lucky to be here, sins I don’t confess.

Care about what nobody else does, mortal souls die forever, a put-on

Go up to the mountain where the promised land used to be, all gone

Like freedom your blind faith trusted you had, stranger-paid robbery

Maybe your related cousins perform the theft, strangers I can’t see.

Mobs in the singularity see Nothing as something to detest & negate

My old father in heaven taught me the good, bad, ugly & I, all got ate

By hunger of Earth’s beings roaming virus & bacterium crucify INRI

We’re all somewhere in heaven with pops, he’s waiting for you & me.

Freedom is staying alive & avoiding being a meal for the hungry wolf

Or whichever varmint or bug consumes your equal opportunity loaf

Coming & going are the only two ways to get the job done, it’s so true

Last time you saw me, I saw you, attention wavered & targeted you.

Using the power of Intent, it works only if you know the magic Word

Like Tongues lingo, unheard by ears, by the mind of One’s own herd

Meant to populate love on the planet’s burnt out gas, here it is now

In front of your eyes and stabbing y’all in the backs, S.O.S.’s the flow.

Whisper or shout loudly to cause the deaf to hear the vibration of il

All y’all, @MonaLisa to @Ends of #911, a Picasso won’t buy pig milk

Falling out the top of the #WTC, I flew out the window, took 1 last hit

I ain’t here & now, if I were, I’d understand it’s the crescendo of s#it.

Known predication fills you up full, you can’t handle chit goin’ down

Irrational conclusions induced out of fear & loathing pressure sewn

Underground or above and below the cumulus & stratospheric H2O

All we can hope for is a century give or take, reincarnated down low.

You’re in or out, either way it’s OK, nobody gives you the time of day

As if that means anything other than it’s your dream, nobody cares

Revolutionary return to the original sin, eating the apple core’s puns

Tree of Knowledge blooming Tesla sedans & SUV’s for the ol’ Jetsons.

Admit that you know nothing about anything, you’re as wise as gods

Fortune and Karma mutating the DNA with angel dust & Mary buds

Offspring coming for you with their badges and stinger missile fizzes

Overhead whistles before your last blink’s gasp, no show’s show biz.

Behind your 2 eyes, you see what I mean, nothing there, you know it

There’s no secrets inside that cranium, I can’t fabricate human debt

Tried, failed, tried again, failed, tried, tried & also tried a mad hatter

Unknown is personal to me, an “x” variable between my ears’ matter.

Mankind before my birth & after my death, a conglomerate of not me

Either my ash and crumbled bone fragments in the cosmic cemetery

Or bled out carcass full of formaldehyde & a smirking skullduggery

Filmed by the ocean, the deep blue sea so blue it’s greyish-black, Me.

All of it I am, it’s a deva dip routine song about the supernatural star

Above and below, AKA the sun, the only way for life to exist on Earth

Come One, come all to the greatest show on Earth, my death & birth

Yours is what it is, your desires, your needs, out of my wheelhouse.

Rockin’ kid & the a deep purple Tesla hummin’ tunes ad infinitum

Future ain’t here, Past is all gone, memory fading into present scu

It’s the ooze from the X origin, potential RNA on my hot spot’s soot

Gone far, too far, way gone further past the point of no return, caput.

Drunk, higher than a box kite in an air fight, winning the battle wars

Losing sanity with every dying body’s scent of horror for prison bars

Nothing but toilet water to drink, food to keep alive incarcerated life

Payment to the people you don’t know & never will, sharpen a knife.

It’ll be a fight to the death, no choice since the opponent wants blood

Mine will do for him or her, it’s all the value I retain, got no fool gold

Your mistake was blind faith in the unknown, I didn’t get the memo

Slide into third, ball passes the 3rd basement, steal & slide home, GO!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-8-2024 AD @ 333 PMPST

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<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

@Santana #SmellGoodOn You Gotta Whoop A Mansarse Sometimes... #WhenYouCantLetItSlide @WillieNelson @MarshallTucker @Nickelback #TeslaPurpleWrap @ElonMusk #YaGottaWhoopAMansAssSometimes @TraceAdkins @LukeBryant @PITBULLonduhboat

TIME GOT ALL GOOFY, beer for my horses & a BOTTLE OF LAMBORGHINI’S 1’S & 0’S

Like it or not, Nothing is what you get small or big mouth closed or wide open

Ancient or modern historical records say nothing about the Nothingness kin

Our original sin was to allow ourselves to be created & defined by stern or bow

We are the masterpiece independent of the artist, created to be oh, Solo Mao.

You know what you’ve discovered, secrets not divulged to avoid panic & despair

In the children whom you mistreat or nurture to the genius mode under long hair

Man or woman, brain in the skull, no different than living forms killed to masticate

Grandmothers & grandfathers stopped making children & caused the decline, Fate.

Hollow Truth, empty of substance and form, empty sounds bouncing on ear drums

Got the beat, makes your toe tap on the floor, to the one, two, one, two & so on etc.

Higher or lower sounds and sights are neutralized by the wind sucking idiots & bums

Not their fault that their parents sucked wind, no count dirty rats evolved from a RA.

Monkeys climb & have no bathroom or bedroom manners, no civilized culture of God

Creator of heaven & this planet within the cosmic realm is AWOL, there’s ne’er a peep

From the emptiness’ foundation where everything else rides on the sharps & flats fad

Simulation of a dream within a dream yields everything you are conscious of, eh dad?

Call you papa or daddio, daddy or pops, y’all are just a common man, mortal in utero

Ingrained in the matrix of invisibility, indistinguishable from your memories of Skippy

My peanuts crushed into a liquidized paste of positive negativity, pessimism ain’t right

Optimism is the middle path on the journey from ignorance to enlightenment sunlight.

Cold fusion I’ve bottled for the atomic fission at the point of no return, Singularity

Stretched to be unconscious ennui instead of life as we know it, all country & city

Asleep for 1/3 of every 24/7 spin while alive as a human being, dreams ala virtuality

In your highness that’s below bottom of the sea, center-core of the planet’s sand.

Contraception Cro-Magnon female from 20 years or more tending to slackers’ slack

Beer and wine and ale & whiskey and rye, gin, vodka, scotch, or 1 bottle of Blackjack

Just me & God playin’ mumbly-peg & shootin’ shots of lead balls cut down my throat

You won’t know what hit you when it’s time to check out of the universe, all she wrote.

My plasma screen cannot be influenced by magnetic field, stabilized for high freaks

Lowest possible wavelength & highest frequency, blow your mind, leak the ass cheeks

Between 10 & 3, when the sun’s down, on opposite sides of the globe’s illusionary day

Where’s your head and third eye at right now? Asleep again, no doubt, safer that way.

Now, it’s a bit dark, the frogs are ribbeting for posterity and the scared, flying bug dead

Swamp is steaming it’s stench, the bog of the millennia where “the refused” accepted

Right or wrong, good or evil, out of this world those concepts migrate to illusionary six

Behind my back, I can’t see 360 degrees, still hope for the coverage, back exposed sex.

You guessed, conclusion deduced is the only reason you’ve spent time philosophizing

Assumptions & induction of the subjects & objects with or without the Deja vous thing

Space is the distance between atomic things, reality animates the empty sets of fools

I don’t want to be, but I am One of them, all fools have no scruples or command rules.

Vaporized or frozen Life as we know it, nothing to do with what we want or need as Man

Women don’t care why they do what they do, they’re here to procreate the game, Fam

More important than living is arranging your own disposal of the matter & form leftover

Time & Space have no mercy and no remorse, y’all got lucky to live to cry about a lover.

Close your eyes and #STFU, that’s what you can look forward to, it’s for sure #NotWoke

I’m a betting man but odds aren’t on my side, it’s a longshot even on a baby blue moon

Something to say when there’s nothing left but the break of day, up all night long alive

Not dead to the world & unconscious as the Earth wobbles and shakes, on a deep dive.

Sometimes, you just gotta say #WTF whether you like it or not, all ministers & sinners

We got here without our will & now we’ve assumed the position, as all us primates do

Getting it in front or behind is a matter of logic & reason accepted by the inseminator

Dumb as a rock no doubt, ignorant from foot to snout, promise to break all beginners.

In one form or another, substance from subatomic hydrogen to One, Black Hole portal

It is what it is and it sure is funky but it’s better than rigor mortis, I think, therefore I am

In the petri dish of wisdom and reproduction of matter transformers, shat & ate for all

Time is right now, here in this place in Space to divulge obvious & a subtle occult slam.

Bring you’re a-game to the rumble, be ready & willing to show you’re able, Sid & Mable

You’ll get hurt or you’ll die trying not to get hurt, last resort is you eliminate all threats

From your entrance to your exit, your presence is regarded as sacredly profane debts

All of past & present karma of redundancy, eternal recurrence of blind faith in sunsets.

Blind, deaf & dumb with the ability to taste, smell & touch things themselves, as above

Meaning beyond the stratosphere, beyond the moon, Saturn and the sun itself, it’s love

For Emptiness is more than enough to spread in every galaxy, clusterphuq from Hades’

A hot kitchen cookin’ up chit to do, dirty pots, pans, dishes & forks washed by ladies.

Bake, fry, boil, sear or BBQ all the things that need heat to kill all unwanted subatoms

It’s the fuel for our tanks to run the machine for the ghost within, a spiritual phenom

Not One of a kind but Many of One Kind, easy to beat that dead horse into submission

It’s the cheer of the red, white & blue, it ain’t free, stole liberty from a Father of a Son.

Incarcerated, inheritance of the dim wit & form of alpha extinction cataclysm in synch

Robbed a bank, robbed your mama and her boyfriend’s bank of North America’s stink

Small victories are better than nothing but losses, losers can’t be happy in chaos’ sink

Humor of the daughters until they see the light & become jaded by the odor of a skunk.

It works when it shouldn’t have, must have been the magic logo of the Batman ghost

Are you amazed that your air’s force is not empty of atoms, it’s all an illusion for most

The best of us are related to the least of us, high or low station in life, you’re all mortal

A Divinity out of this world, above or below or in any direction outside the Mother Fall.

First things first, agree on premises assumed & deduce the only conclusion possible

Presume the probabilities are never infinite, language itself is based on a finite bubble

Here inside it looks like a piece of cake, defeat snatched from the jaws of victory Hell

Second to none, first & foremost, before annihilation do tell the reason why Adam fell.

Created to be defective, inferior to the perfect and never mistaken in holy judgement

You’ll be gone before you know it but those you leave behind will recognize you spent

Every chit you had stored in our bank, high octane hyper burn power to explode, X-37B

Space Force created won’t fill an empty Void but it’ll recreate doubleback ZZ Top to be.

Lost and found in a deep, dark hole without a photon of light anywhere out of eyesight

Air in and out of the evolved or specially created gas sacs inside the A-frame skeleton

Idiot, moron, fool, ignoramus all, product of the DNA of #IpMan, reproduced TNT might

Speculate and commiserate upon the prolegomena of future UFOlogical Gods & sons.

Freaks in the lake beds in Nevada have originated the extinction of the human species

Black Manta you all know what you know, fly high my brothers & sisters, the God sees

My father believed that the fix was in, his father divorced his mother for the hot fires

Chicago Department that put all Mrs. O’Leary’s cows’ barn fires out, got horse power.

Mighty spades to dig six feet holes no deeper below the rock that can’t roll anymore

Once you get in down there, there’s no getting out, it’s a point of no return so to speak

Whether you like it or not, it’s the Ends, no heaven or hell to go up or down to, all men

Brothers, sisters, whiskey for my hombres, beer for my horses, all are One ball o’ Zen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 9-7-2024 AD @ 911 AMPST

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WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER? 634-5789 ? Now I got your number... #Beatlejews2024 #TheWalrusWasPaulAfterAll

NEVER FORGET

DID I MENTION TO NEVER, EVER FORGET THIS BOOGIE-MAN OF ENEMIES?

Gas’ air full of skyscraper ash & plastic smoke to put the living to sleep ‘til December

I would try to remember the incredible day of #NineOneOne, September to remember

Getting in the mood for a boogie night, it’s comin’ tomorrow night, Friday alrighty then

Getting the grim reaper off our planet & sentence the boney mother’s scourge to life

Together as One, hand in bone, out your bath & bedroom, dining room, Hehl’s kitchen

Desires and dreams come true miles away from you, you may never know the twelfth

Of never, or forever in the fantasy where the mind goes because the brains ain’t dead

When the air ceases to blow in and out of the form, the shape dissolves in God’s head.

All there is can’t be more than this, a rational approach to the deduced induction trash

Reason points to empty void as the matrix, Nothing more nor less, that is all, as MASH

Mobile Army Surgical Hospital saved the poor young and innocent from dying afraid

Fear of the gods wrath upon the judgement day, poor young boys died, didn’t get laid.

In love with the income and the high credit rating, in love with my income & high IQ

Actuality a low IQ but I like the illusion that it’s too high, light is too bright to be in me

You asked me if I got this, of course I do, if not me then who? Nobody, you got that right

Like @LynyrdSkynrd or feet down on the ground of my @EarthWindAndFire solo flight.

Picked myself on the 1st all-star team, a #ShootingPointguard #747 of champions

Special delivery door to door, manufacturer to consumer, in two extramarital affairs

For the price of three, there’s the fourth you’ve forgotten, you drunk the unholy fifth

No surprise party from the first day of birth to the first day of pro-practice in stealth.

No fantasy phantasm available for anyone else, this is a solo mio, raw and nekid too

Protein required in OutSpace too, what the hell do you do? Grow meat from Nothing

Just like the creator of A universe, use all of it & then use Nothing as if it’s something

It’ll be what will be, que sera sera, it ain’t my conceptual analysis in synchronization.

Blind faith isn’t proof that the Word which made flesh and bone save a thing in hell

Even if I’m wrong, I’m right, I’m saved from my own misjudgment and malformation

Of my thoughts that blow out my lips, red-hot air I’ve sucked clean of all Ma’s oxygen

Atomic evening of missionary-style fusion, pregnant without end, Amen, dream’s ZEN.

Squirreled away from the marauding punks who were orphaned by the urchin offspring

Not their fault that the star’s sunshine nurtured them until they had to follow the ruling

Of their forefathers who never taught them to be all too human, proud of mankind’s ilk

Hence, heretofore I waxed upon the opinion I’ve gleaned out the hive, mama teat milk.

Lost and found in perpetuity, without an ending, neither happy nor sad, it’s academic

A point of view of the intellectual genius to the morons & idiots who wax idiosyncratic

Spirits infiltrated every atom outside of the dead rocks’ leftovers from some Big Bang

Louder than anyone could hear, audio wasn’t created yet by the super freak who sang.

Girls love it, boys wanna have proof of life inside the inner sanctum, it’s a pop-off One

Frozen when the burn turns to black ice not even God can see, it’s unforeseen my son

Daughters are the tools, it’s not their will nor their fault that they’re the First Causing

If not for the magnetic attraction to the black hole, there would be no Singularity ring.

Octaves of arpeggios forced upon consciousness, pain & pleasure alternating currents

Hot as a pistol and cold as ice depending on the Will to Power, it’s above & below ants

Down to the Earth’s centerfield core, up through a moonshine boost, a Milky Way mess

Chocolate with a center from the twilight zone, future sugar dental decay’s happiness.

On a camel, on a horse, on a llama, just a rider that can’t walk on his own metatarsals

Fear & loathing for the results of rampant sex of cavemen high on mary jane & her pals

Wizards have the words, the spells cannot be stolen by the witches & sibling warlocks

Nobody’s immune to powers of princess Mary Jane, she turns heads around in slacks.

Whatever you say, whatever it is, that’s all there is, nothing more nor less, the shebang

Woke or not, awakening to empty sets of zero to negative & positive infinity, you rang?

In communion, in confession, baptism, confirmation, there is some extreme unction

Inside of the funk, there’s atomic and nucleic essence that precedes existence’s sin.

Original sin and sacraments out of the grooves laid down in Sacramento, California

Eagles to the Funkadelic mash that came out of the sky like manna from Sabrina

Windy magic flyin’ through the emptiness to find the place where landing is Home

To your 208 bones of dwindling flesh-colored muscles’ thin skin, offspring of Rome.

Keep love warm until you can’t blink, can’t swallow the swill and can’t think you are

Alive or not, walking or just lying in a hospital bed, the fallen falling to the morgue, far

Certified the death per the grim reaper, decrepitation begins at rigor mortis’ appetite

Soon it will be too late for every single thing, here and now or in the future to be light.

You’re in the herd but you’re not being heard by the heads nor minions of the clergy

High up above the fray, running the dozens for kicks, talk ‘bout yo’ mama now? Hey!

Dripping and burning like you’ve caught the hot flame-fire in your below belly dream

Putting holy species propagation to test, superstars forget the rubber, trip baby team.

Putting my cache where my mouth is, a credit card from Bank ONE, punk funk debt

Racked it all up within the past 40 years in this Man’s World, paid it all off in full set

It was thirty-love and I had the serve, I aced the serve & won game, set & match afar

Got out of town before the taxes got stolen from the coffer, now behind booze bars.

You know the people who died already know the Truth about Life on Earth, don’t you?

You’ll find out too, then there’ll be no doubt, when you scroll with the trolls, it is blue

So sad that you can’t be a weirdo & make fun of the fools who entertain the ol’ minion

Kids the word for immature warriors about to either survive or become extinct by fun.

Can you put the lipstick on a pig or remix the cogs in the hogs’ bodies and minds’ set

In mud, blood and beer, possible the brown or white-water spirits are the cool tools

To allow us all to be or not to be, drunk or sober, we’re all gonna die sooner or later

Hope & fear of annihilation are sacrosanct, I think, OK, therefore, I am, wanna bet?

State of being anywhere border to border & coast to coast of the original 13th colony

Copasetic 24/7 without end, infinity governed by best of the best, sea to shining sea

Pretend you’re immortal at your peril, pretend you have a spirit or a killer-antibody

Kamel appreciation in Time & Space, archives dropped on an innocent, fuddy duddy.

Bees’ hives sucked dry of the honey, the labor laws violated by the bear’s nosy jaws

An analogy between the good and the bad, the flawless and the evil errors of squaws

Warriors have little control over anything other than the destruction of the opponent

Peace and joy are unnatural, can’t handle more than an hour every month, I pay rent.

Five thousand debits’ robbery will get you ten years behind the pen’s bars, lost liberty

Kick you in the backside, smack you in the head, wake you up before it’s too late, see?

Your will & testament enhanced by your ignorance and lack of insight ala immortality

God forsaken mortal, you weren’t alive before your conception, you die when you die!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 9-5- MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

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