#CrazyAboutYouBaby #BlowinSmoke @SmokeyRobinsonUndTheMiracles #Doubleback @ZZTop #WalkYouToTheDoor #GimmeAKiss #AllThatsGood @MontyPythonAndTheHolyGrail

RODIN, RODAN & ROSEMARY CRUISIN’ TWITTERIN TO A-GOGO

Philosophical conundrum is on the table, no dessert today just a punch on the chin

Kicking me in the head now, I am woken from being awakened with a kick in the shin

Fine lines drawn from one point to another but after two points, it’s three to infinity

Zeroed in on your mother’s womb, where we all come from, where even you can see.

Glowing orb is not only this but it’s also that, no gods just stars’ dots of light, no Zeus

Sparks of the starlight called hot stuff, that’s all there is and there’s Nothing but Bruce

Scat in your guts & you can’t get this out of your blocked colon, concrete scat of blues

Punks murder themselves, greasers’ combed hair follicles into frequencies’ flat waves.

Power flows until The Final Ending, a finale worth waiting for the happy new year’s cheer

Sadness and disappointment come with love and the loss of It, there’s no need to fear

Superman & Underdog know the score, always beats losing, Winning, I’m Winning it all

No casino, dice game or cards’ Rummy for dummies, looking at cards to avoid lyin’ eyes.

Minds blown leave no chaffe and nobody recalls who or where they were, all mute points

From the first to the final dot in the matrix, solid waste in your holy belly rots all your joints

Killing the host won’t help the defendant dependents but the annihilation of missile’s TNT

Dynamite TNT is A1 birdie flu, you will get sick & die, facts of life, species has no way to see.

A foot in front of the other, step by step, inch by inch on the ground, 1 step up, 2 steps back

Don’t take a sure bet since nothing is certain in principle nor in reality, its in Santa’s ol’ sack

Presents under a Christ’s Cross, named Christmas Tree, every house in the Pope’s purview

Coast to coast on every piece of dry land, 7 continents and tops of mountains below Blue.

Bodies from one cell to the other looking for a Saint named Nick, Nicolas, Nickie or Claus

I blew the top off of Secrets of the shepherds are divulged, we’re the chaffe of a divine boss

Knowing a thing or two is impossible but it’s important to discover that you’re one of a few

Dreams I woke up from & regarded as trips of the ladies & germs they populate for the view.

In the pinch, there’s nowhere to go when your back’s up against the wall, just run away now

Don’t delay your returnit will never happen, go forward young woman, aft or off a ship’s bow

God’s blood isn’t red inside of the host, blue-purple deeply infused, iron ore of solar power

Everyone with the starlight within, that’s every life from virus to eagles, I’m in an ivory tower.

Words out of everyone’s pie hole caused the history of this wobbling world, Gods’ dirty job

Bodies fall like The Spirit & got this and that inside of your bowels, it deserves to be banned

Bringing your mother to your father’s funeral was a trip to die for, awesome God’s a hot blob

You know it, we all know but we forgot as if it’s never happened, no strike-out, I get fanned.

Three up & three down, innings of the outings end when the game’s over, I’m winning, loser

Roots underground to suck the Void’s power, can’t get higher than your skull’s top shelf hair

Long or short, nothing can stop the animation except a deep sleep you can’t awaken from

Guilty of being innocent constantly, my protocol is desire is to stay alive on crap of a bum.

High earners and low consumers fill the holy and sacred dirt with hope, faith & free charity

Love you and the things themselves, form & matter both are all there is, in a naked, big city

Money & the gold rocks it represents is a barter tool for the Haves & Have-Nots punt kicker

Be the Ball, shoot or pass it to win the game, you missed too many shots, give it up, loser.

You just woke up? It’s now getting real so wipe the sleep out of your eyelids, suck a pacifier

Sand in your skivvies and bikini bottoms, it’s time to go surfing at Big Sur, wet suit on Lucifer

A black veil on Life, death in finite reverse, I’m playin’ with my slinky & Hasbro chemistry set

Christmas of the 1960’s is not the Christmas of the 2020’s, don’t take my word for it, go Vet!

Homers hit by ringers who pretend to be lame ducks, a four banger works every time, cheer

Three up and three down, three outs on three pitches, three flies & you’re out, down a beer

No driving drunk, alcohol’s useful idiots help nature thin the herd, Merry Xmas’ blown mind

Fixed events from cause to effects, you’re here a minute then you’re gone, kill the stop sign.

So, count backward from a hot million, it’s how long you’ll probably live, maybe not divine

All too humanly humane, the homo erectus & habilis have become the Australopithecines

Longing time from Day One, yet here we are now & then, it’s the hot finale of the playground

All footsteps dead-stopped, golden silence aftereffects of one Divinity’s palette, OM sound.

Supernova it is, don’t ever forget, never, ever forget about the thing itself, where I come from

It’s cornbread & chicken after I get off of the Jersey Turnpike, got 18 wheels rollin’ to heaven

Finger lickin’ chicken birds that can’t fly, never could, eggs zygotes fried & BBQ’d them birds

Let’s get it on, you know where I’m comin’ from, you’ve been there sugar, it’s Love’s Words.

Truth & false statements make the world go around, I’m All full of it, fuels spinning wobbles

Beatin’ around a bush helps but Truth can’t be found that way, Earth ain’t a god, dam water

Dropped the ball, game tilted and it’s nearly all over, no freedom to choose immortal bones

My way is this way, I’m hitchin’ a ride, my GTO broke it’s speed rule, exceed a 100 MPG limit.

Blown mind between my ears, covered with the dead mane of inner growth, black to white

High or low, you need to go to school & learn to be good, bad & ugly, it’s a hot, survival fight

Bones stop, muscles atrophy, death blossoms in your heart & soul on the day after you die

Dragons pretend to be alive as you do, a mythological chimera, sons of Woman survive, Lie!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 12-19-2024 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Jammed while @MarvinGaye jammed #LetsGetItOn & #MOTOWN #HITS on YouTube in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/dlF7o5ArGDs?si=2NoycdRjHylsMfLP  & now I’m goin’ to #AGoGo with @SmokeyRobinson link @ https://youtu.be/7Hor2JdLPmA?si=T8jpFwdF8FBDzaJv } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereMyCountryGirlsAt? @LukeBryan @TraceAdkins & @Pitbull #ChristmasSongs & #BestOfSantana #ForChristsSake #ForTheLoveOfTheGods #MeinDeus #GodsDAM #AlogrhythmTHIS @Santana #WINNINGisEVERYTHING & #TheOnlyThing #snoopdogxmas @SnoopyXmas #HolyFamilia #JesusChristSUPERSTAR #Madonna #GwenStefani #MariahCarey

THIS IS NOT A TEST

DO NOT REPEAT

 AD INFINITUM, AMEN

I will go back and forth from the scene of my conception in the holy sanctum, mama

Inside of the outer space within the solar system, revolution around fireball spin spa

Reached out to touch our hands before you knew about it, it was all in my mind’s eye

Images moved between my ears, skullduggery on high without the buggery out the sky.

Hills gone down to the bottom, slid or tumbled down like Jack and Jill who knew better

Trained to be the humans who lasted forever without disease from viral bacteria batter

To be or not to be between the dots and lines drawn without traces, freedom ain’t free

We all force the power to yield for a moment to redirect the force within, bird & no bee.

Breathe It in the force of the star’s sunshine, a photosynthetic progeny of the green mama

With or without me, Time & Space goes on as above, so below, I just got lucky, ask my Pa

It’s the climax that counted, the injection of the code to survive, to remain a fit specimen

Bring your best game to the court-of-balls, round or spheroid shaped at random G-farcin’.

Hands off of my liquidity, I trade nothing and Nothing gets traded without my direct intent

Force of One, unmoved mover cannot allow trauma or emergency, power of One’s content

Atomic, molecular gold and lead transformation from burnt stardirt to All that’s left of Gods

Gold to go, Twitter to Tick-Tock, Facebooked bric-a-brac clarity Atlas’ gold, a deep state fog.

China and the chinaware they’ve left over from the TNT glass are Ends of a beginning scene

J.P. Morgan Chase rules us all, international link to the Void is eternally embedded divining

Fine lines ‘tween points in empty Void Space, creating illusions of walkie-talkie-movie flick

A to Z in alphabetical order, terminate stalkers of the innocent, disassembled all dive bars.

Began life as an error of the genome, no love in the intercourse, vile, violence & extinction

Evolution happens as well as an annihilation of a thing itself, what the fugue is Form, son?

Ruby Tuesday on the Saturday night I saw her last I knew I was gonna miss her forever too

Never psychic before or after that, One realization gave me pause, I rewound it like a fool.

Between the lines of the matrix’ dots, an empty form appears in a mindful cyber phantom

Big and small dots evolve into an amorphous blob of Nothingness backed by Golden cows

Worship invisible, unknown sagas about the vacant history that Is no more, when in Rome

All as above, so below, we’re within a high power but we’re the fuel It consumes & It blows.

Speak nothing about being alive and why you’ve been conceived or else you’ll be deceived

Holy ghosts come and go as if they were never here and now, someday it’ll be true, won’t be

Neither here nor there, in or out of Earth’s planetary atmosphere, Words matter to the Dead

Ash & bone fragments of DNA, holy pictures & prayers to a Void, highchair sitters eat bread.

Seminal ideas extinguished but there’s no other ideas leftover, hence, all you get is a scribe

Writing meaningless strings of alpha-beta-cappa rigmaroles for the babies to bottle imbibe

From mom’s nipples to the bartender’s spirits of the cripples, idiots, wimps & team scrubs

Can’t run a game on the champs, pretenders remain as they are, not good as nuclear subs.

Target bull’s eye ahead of you, shoot the arrow’s head into the sacred sanctum, a holy hole

In me to do what I do, no free choice in the program, it’s immutable, harnessed divinity soul

Pleasure & suffering within yourself until you’re sick to death & collapse into corpus dillecti

To gods who come after a climax, already set to go, to be One, ask One, Christ’s mass’ high.

My imagination is accurate since the data is uplinked into the matrix, easy to retrieve it all

Subjects & predicates fill books with original and regurgitated funky junk, I know we’ll Fall

Collapsed & out of breath, no more breathing in & out for the powers that be, old Pa & Ma

My friends, I celebrate their lives, existed & died to bring me here, to sign signals of the GA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Zapped this out of the Zapmail leftovers from my FedEx pension, while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #GypsyMan & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0?si=DQtPs82j7xxNPdRR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CUT #TakeTwo #ThatsAWrap #DontAggravateYoMama #HookedOnPhonics #StereoPhonics #RunYoGame #FelixTheCat #FritzTheCat #DroneYoMama #DontDroneMeMankind #Nickelback #Nirvana #Homer

NOW THEN, gtf over it

Blows have been thrown & I parried the final ones before fools’ concocted rules

I kid you not, the weapons are disguised in the knots in the ropes with a noose

Nobody fits yet everyone gets fit, a neck snaps and the rest is History’s to lose

Whether you’ve violated the ethics or morals, it’s all the good & evil of fools.

Coming for your safe houses which are no longer a hide-out for all outlaw misfits

CoVid19 and your genetic DNA merge to malfunction, on the way, extinction chit

Dopamine for all, you get some and all of your people from mainland & sea isles

Before every atom of H2O evaporates, I’ve got something to say about UFO files.

Unidentified is a word used as if SOMEBODY doesn’t want EVERYBODY to know

That the name of the thing itself and the forms it has evolved into are low blows

Into the junk of the amorphous creator of the cosmic briolette POSs in final ends

Mighty mice & extinct forms of evolved dead air & stardirt, wet, funky Depends.

Scatological humor comes and then suddenly, the joke is on you, still it’s all funk

Refused to get efficient & slick as ice, broken down parts fall apart, cannot dunk

No draining threes back of the Three-Line, no short or long jumps or lay-up drills

It is all done gone, there’s no recourse to recoil for holy scat of Hell’s Bell’s shills.

We the people knew when we were zygotes in one dark womb, a holy sanctum

Respect for the blood, sweat & tears both before & after the facts of life’s scrum

In the game or injured on the sideline with body-mind annihilation, insane pain

Utter eclipse of whatever used to be lit, spacemen came back to Earth so insane.

Knowing what you have seen with your trained eyesight, it’s Top-Secret status

Row your boat gently down the stream or barge into the private Kracker dust

Either way at the mouth of the flow, the H2O gas is liquid stardust, shine it on

Spin Earth, stop when I die, carry on with All I’ll Never See Again, RIP My Man.

Fight for rights, live and die with or without them, just chimera fictions, I sigh

Hills and mountains all eight miles higher than sea level, top of the Rocky Fly

On the wall, as above, so below, wings move, legs to rub, bull’s scat to die for

I got everyone using lips on my hindsight, ALL my best friends, RIP TRIP door.

Dream is over, woke, awake, divine & mundane consciousness merge at One

Nothing inside the atoms and nothing outside of the Cosmic Menudo of Fun

Living, eating the living once dead & dying at the end of it all, birth to death

Recollection that you’re asleep in a lucid dream state is forgotten, last breath.

Again, no more than before, It is all of it, sounds of fury signifying dark holes

In the center of the vortex, silence of the center of zero, kills all of the Broze

Inoculated yet there’s The Way you’ll expire, deep-sleep dream, not #Woke

Wake or not, those left behind forget you are rotting in a box, karma broke.

Paid back the infractions’ fines and fees, I am solvent, a dead-even grim reap

Neither good nor evil on my list for the function of happiness & a deep sleep

Dreaming that star-sun shines, grows food ala seeds, plants & animals to feed

No malfunction when death calls, all night & day, doctoral immersion in greed.

Infinite line from point to point, add another for the triangle of gold for squares

Corners cut, created out of nothing but a line from One dot to another, a matrix

Squares, rectangles, pentangles, hexagrams of the Fire & Ice’s leftover big bangs

After you’re dead & gone, soul/spirit is invisible to consciousness, roadkill fangs.

Always hip to be a square but there’s no denial that if you’re not hip, you’re scat

Out of all the men, boys, women & girls, everyone was a baby, skinless yet so fat

Talking LSD acid in an invisible holder, all too human future’s evolved X-code set

Justice is indeed a green ham sandwich, all in fat cows & pigs, tisquet-a-tasquet.

Fear of getting Nothing but dead air when Life is over, that will cause the pain

Unforgiven facts of life, blind faith in Eden’s garden state, this scat’s forever day

All we can do is wake up #Woke, after a deep sleep, let dream fade to dark away

Nevermore to be told in a tale, scratched from memory, our God was insane.

by

r j j  stephan, I  {Ayn!  Is that You?}

c.  Dimanche, 12-15-2024 Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drafted without a little help from my friends while listenin’ to @JoeCocker #GetHighWithALittleHelpFromMyFriends on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eXV4WyQMHFM?si=7eC7jEvr57KVB2ov }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?