#InAPhillyMood @DarylHall & #Stones, #Sticks, #BrokeBones208 @WARtheBAND #HITS #MidnightSpecial #SlyAndTheFamilyStone

GOTTA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT OF THE MIGHTY

COUNTING ALL STONED BEES IN THE HIVE

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Turned it loose as water goin’ over downfalls, sacred, profane, y’all about to @Ye it up

Peering deep into the holy cows, we slaughter & reform into burgers & steaks, shut up

Yo mamas and the absentee fathers qualify for the welfare of abandoned mothers, RIP

It’s the way things must be, know nothing, as Sylvester Stewart, Sly Stoned the HULU.

Fade blue to red, infrared to ultraviolet, discontinue it, makin’ out mothers be too cool

Completely changing laws & rules of being alive on Earth, eat well & be nobody’s fool

Bunt a screwball down the 1st baseline, run like it’s your last hit, slow down for a homer

Put away funk in the trunk, simple bone in an empty cosmic egg, fake Oaktown Raider.

Born by Saturn and Uranus, I am Pluto but not a hot dog, just blown cinders of old Sol

All of us have the soul of the Sol, practicing movements to increase & be enemy spies

Phishing ain’t fishing but you’d like to pretend it was an identical concept, all in a hole

Deep states of blown balls of fire, it’s what the solar system is, no God & no Evil eyes.

All sixteen pawns ready to move one space at a time, creeps look like human beings

You will drop your tic-tacs on the ground, you will see your mother again, she sings

About your life and death, you weren’t here a minute ago, now you’re there, oh I see

Common funk in the skies, airborne mothers of all fathers, Time traveling my scree.

Monkeys flying sideways with wings, anti-gravitational optical illusion, hallucination

You die while awake or sleeping in a dry dream, phantom insider secret, a mortal sin

Real not artificial intelligence in any area, 51, 52, 53 or 4, spacecraft crash in the blue

Common men, common aliens, uncommon as a cadaver under your magic spell foo.

Chaos & the order of the nature of everything are exempt from analysis, believe in scat

It’s your mitochondria that won’t allow the garbage to be released into the latrine vat

Muscles, nerves, organic matter recycles just like the starbursts & collapses of gods

Outside all too human presence here & now, there is nothing, my astronaut hotrods.

Endothelium is moving to keep the whole shebang in the head, nothing is out of here

We are One & the Many, All there is can’t be seen because it’s all the same to a kicker

Empty cells without bars, a void of something that’s Nothing at all, believe in God scat

Skinny Bob had this to say, “Do not split atoms anymore, you will be annihilated stat.

Sucked into the declassification, all secrets disclosed & keeping in mind, you’re gone

Not here on Earth, no sleeping in your bed, dreaming that you’re just a passenger bone

One of the 208 fasteners of your skin & organs that play Life in a holy fragment of stars

You’ll die, it’s certain, I will too, also for sure, it’s the Truth, the last gasp of the WARS.

There is a time when you’ll discover that you’re as ignorant as a newborn, my angels

Phantasm disappears, nothing but dead-air left over, no life, no death, Cielo or Hells

Speculate about ignorance and its trait as being the cause of extinction, all life atoms

Before your conception, you were where you’re going at the end, bum camp of chums.

Poor Richard & Richie Rich are the twins of the inverted diamond, shine on high ground

Mud, blood & beer mixture to bake a cake for your birthday, a clear act of lost & found

Woke up screaming silently, eyes not wide-open yet, matter of cough & choke #WutUp

As above, so it is below, all these things’ forms of animated stardust just phuq chit up.

Tougher than the rest, you can’t equal the inequality, it’s impossible, all is impossible

Hearing, seeing, feeling the smells & tastes all in my head, thinking I am, hence I am

No reason for your mind in your head, starved, thirsted, drove myself to a coffin bag

That corpse, your corpse, all the corpses to be, the grateful and the dead, on the rag.

Written rag’s the bloody one, don’t clarify or the insipid minds will drop a dime in slop

Hog’s balls for feet, baskets, empty holes for One’s kick at uprights, holy cork screws

In church, temple, or monastery away from sheeple, Way up on a higher mountaintop

Mighty mice & men breathe in & out, hold it, held it, suffocated in yonder’s royal blues.

Drunks and stoned junkies full of the refused matter that couldn’t metabolize the ions

Neutrinos and the subatomic invisibles, all there yet invisible to you, me and godsons

Tiny baby sisters will annihilate the species in short order, no more Luv in the darkness

Stronger than the survivors, it’s over when it’s over, as it was at ma & pa in climax’ diss.

Hardy just as it will always be whether you’re alive or not, bluster of weather blows out

I’m climbin’ my grandfathers’ ladders from ashes below my ground to tip of highness’

When the supernova settles into the dust asunder and the black hole Singularity’s hiss

In my ears every day, I hear it every moment I’m awake in paradise, I need a big gin fizz.

Six up and six down, it’s the time of my life, no reason or rhyme, just aware of the chit

It is like a rerun movie you forgot that you saw, recalling in flashbacks of bubbles’ s#it

Dirt roads & freeways into the turnpikes onto the tollways of big, fat spinners of charm

I got big one waitin’ right in back of you, it’ll always be there, it all means me no harm.

Heaven all up and down from Earth, astronauts saw Nothing close-up, bloody aye-aye

Disconnect your two fins from the H2O, nowhere to swim in a Void, sink & swim today

Hair just the disappearing fur evolved at random, natural selection, all asexual sexy

Nuclei comin’ out of nowhere, I am what they are? But, thought I was yo, God’s sonny.

Two bits & a sawbuck just for losing blood, sweat & tears, 4 days & 40 hours per week

Cached, labor exchanged for sustenance to keep on existing solo, with a .44 DNA freak

Survive extinction on the Facebooks, the Twitters, the Instagrams of It, nothing special

Your mama wouldn’t have had it, she’s dead & gone, smiling with lightening & thunder.

Seven continents dry of H2O, the rest disappeared yesterday, they’re all underground

Above the core’s center where the moonshine can’t reach, black, dark, lightless sound

Chevys & Fords let Dodges come around, had the Superbees & Chevelles & Mach 4’s

Pumped in the nitro-glycerin, injected like the love light out of me, wasted the w#ores.

Mama used to warn me before I went out into the ‘hood, eyes wide open, pay attention

City boys find out soon, predators lookin’ for trouble, find me to be all their own, ZaZen

Economic and apolitical as the animals around me walk on two legs, lion with no den

When it’s dark, I sleep until light, if I’m on graveyard shifts, I’m woke in darkness’ sin.

Murder of crows lookin’ for a mockingbird who repeats the song ad infinitum, @DOGE

Hey cuz, I’m gonna cuss and mark my place in Space, in my own black crow, walkin’

All like a man, bipedal Ways on the ground but fly like an eagle, schemin’ on the worm

Heart stopped, soul & consciousness fade to black, that’s all there is, sorry ‘bout that!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, February 11th MMXXV Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Commotion with the lotion, drafted the deed above while jammin’ to #EssentialKennyLoggins #HITS https://youtu.be/HsCLRdGtkuY?si=g275ju_tCkAtplVj & @TheFourSeasons #HITS on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNo2OTI_rIo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NOTHING MATTERS, SOMETHING'S WRONG, I'M ALRIGHT #CaddyShack #ImAlright I'mANuthinMan

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IT IS ALL ABOUT THE SCUZ, CUZ!

Three weeks chock full of Time with no Space between the crooked lines, straight for the jugular

It’s a matter of ebb and flow, like the angular trajectory of the unmoved mover, ball hog haggard

Scat defined as the refused, recycled matter that doesn’t matter any longer, ring a bell if tubular

Sounds cause the hardness of hearing, in one ear & out the other, it’s time to go to the wet bar.

Pine boxes have become history, nobody gets out alive, corpses will rot with or without a tree

To cover your skin and bones is to prevent the sight of what you love turn into rotten stat cyst

Perform with force in the causes of effects, no free will to resist the futile exercise, now I see

Invisible to the dead and gone, Life remains the same, live, eat, recycle matter, cease & desist.

Your mother ain’t your father, the disease is the cure for everything, species’ extinction today

Bombs away, lightening strikes every mind to annihilate the awareness of your pretend payday

Animated cartoons on a blank screen, what babies see the adults do, they do, it’s all a put-on

Costumes and disguises of the head are what showtime’s about, academy awards the 7th son.

Pardons for everyone who violated ethics and morality on Earth, all time in space stops at zero

It won’t get any better but it may get a bit worse for a while until the operation achieves utero

Zygote to corpse was always the guy or girl next door, meet the parents & see the way it will go

When it all comes down to this, Ends won’t matter much, the soul disappears in a too low blow.

Funk is the foolish bunk left over by the Blind eyes and Deaf ears after two six-packs of ale-beer

Hot or not, it’s all about the CHAT & the GPT for you & for me, y’all have to have the gods’ fear

High or below the canopy to keep this air from escaping the bubble into the Emptiness’ vacuum

Throw it down, pass it, rush ahead, tush-push into the six & no safety for the extra point’s hum.

Harps playin’ can’t be heard at all until they increase volume & you see the light of the heavens

Hell ain’t below as it’s been said, there is no Hell, no Heaven for astronauts or gods of the DOGE

Mock me, I can’t be mocked or you’ll follow grateful dead into the cosmic dust, I’m rollin’ sevens

Equation of zeros inside the problem, it’s insoluble & a hit mystery that can’t be a cool IMOGEE.

Spreading out to boundaries of the upper crust of Earth, water of iced gods, it’s what’s up

Knowledge and what you’ll come to see is your wisdom, save you from the fear of deaths

Not only your own but also the friends, relatives and pets that you don’t kill & eat for Sup

Wise women & the baby boys they bear cannot get away with murder, not even a suicide.

Bulletproof and invulnerable to pointed arrows, there’s nothing but an hallucination to be

You will be invisible as you are when you’re asleep, momentarily, your spirit hits the scree

Why come all alive, why obey regulations, why you live just to die and be a dead zygotic Id

Ego is the thing itself, split into billions of units, coast to coast, border to border, God’s hid.

Far away from the heart in your chest, a Singularity imagined materializes, brothers’ Dutch

Y’all are goin’ all-in because there’s no free will, no choice, you are the force of the screw

Ground into the metal or the wood to fasten the parts together, screwed the elder putsch

Bums are all humans who’ve given up on Love & Fitness to Survive, boys, girls turned blue.

I deduced hundreds of conclusions to remain a survivor of the pangs of birth, thank mama

She did all of the hard work, all I had to do was choke a breath to let ‘em know I had to cry

About nothing at all except the light coming out of the total darkness into a blaze of glory

Hitting on all cylinders, the motor was ready to tick for a hundred years, being grand papa.

Hicks & the Hipsters all convened with the hot blood soaking through their cheeks & gums

Miniature or gargantuan things don’t matter much at the end, all annihilates fun & games

Screeching for the awakening of the woke, awareness of hot & cold water, melted snows

In the elliptic, a common thread, an empty space, neither atoms nor nuclei come to blows.

Arrivederci my Italian mix of RNA with the German & Gaelic DNA screams for black holes

As if the holes had an intrinsic value yet they don’t, nothing from nothing leaves nothing

Facts and factoids become the only Truth you’ll ever know, creative illusion of dreaming

Breath within the soul & release the hound dogs from the pens, it’s Hammering Time.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February X^th   MMXXV Anno Domini at 444 PMPST

{ The FIX is in, created this flambe while jammin’ to @TheDoobieBrothers #TheCaptainAndMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HCp4GQaLogo?si=-7hVfqEYrDiOW7lq  & @SteelyDan  #Gaucho side-A link 2 @ https://youtu.be/XffMNIN9FVo?si=9fIx0hgutMMrTLrN } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

FORM OUT OF SHAPE, SUBSTANCE UNSUBSTANTIAL #UpInTheAM #SilverLiningCloudyDaze #PhilosopherStonedHereAndNow #DaddioTallyHose #AC/DC Kickin' @JellyRoll @Winnona

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FLIPPIN’ SWITCHES OF

THE GODS

Got woke up in the morning with snow on the ground, colder than the usual ‘32’, lock & load

It’s the criminally insane that have no idea that life is short, we’re all gonna die on the road

Short time or long time for the miraculous orgasms of a creator, I dressed what heaven sent

With or without the wisdom or common sense inherent in all atoms, extinction’s immanent.

Nothing you will do about it, it’s not in your wheelhouse to effect the First Cause, a megaton

Hay is just dried up alfalfa and useless chaffe for the trip to evolve into the hotdogger’s bun

I have what it takes to lose it all in one big explosion of heart & brain, mindful of ancestor fun

Up above the Space or below the ultra-divine Face of God, the gods, the nature of Being One.

Important to be present so your past doesn’t meet up with your future, that would be Death

Instant or drawn-out for the drama of it all, you want to be immortal & never die at all, Faith

That it can violate all laws of nature, when you’re dead, you’re eaten or buried six feet deep

Nobody’ll ever admit as they breathe up here on top of the golden ground, It is gonna reap.

Fishing and hunting for the way to survive down here on planet Earth, no handouts for jaws

Find yourself without parents, alone without friends, without enemies, invisible fodder paws

Used to crawl, walk, run, jump & climb the ladders to the top rung of your mama’s hot teats

Only a gamete, not a boy or a man, lookin’ for the silver lining in the obfuscation back seats.

On the river or out at sea, always the notion of mystery and magic control, secret coded IQ

Deep as the core of Earth, center of the middle of the atoms, in the nucleus of the salty sea

Hoods over my head as we walk through the hoods searchin’ for philosopher’s top shelves

Where the Truth about the Nature of Being is kept, unlocked without a key to divine selves.

Hell below where we’ve all been able to go, in some past incarnation punishment schtick

Disobedient of ten commands passed on from the chosen tribes of the King of Godspell

Trying to levy punishment for breaking laws of common men & women, it’s a golden rule

Doing to the others, friends & strangers, like you’d want them to treat you, don’t be a fool.

You are quite perfect as a living lump of atoms that’ll dissolve pigs under sprinkler spigots

Turned to ash & busted bones or rotted into the Earth crust in a wood or metal dead caddie

Only you know the same thing I know, we’re all going to die at the end of life, nobody splits

Out of the body without the soul, there’s nothing you can do about the great lie, bury me.

Pointless in the fist of boxers, the punch line is not so funny when it’s a jab to a glass jaw

Hard or soft rocks are the whole shebang of the planet, the water & sand the magic of jinn

Probability theory is both general & specific when it’s the thing itself about Relativity within

Temperature measured by the proximity to the starshine captured by subatoms of foreskin.

A marvelous moment you lose your inner being, stops breathing & coagulates blue bloods

Head to toe, the rigor mortis hits all but the psyche which was ne’er there in the first place

Work is a battle to approach retirement, being paid for doing nothing, as a reward two-face

Squeeze the bags of liquid and air until they’re vacuumed empty of the male corner hoods.

Hands and feet, eight fingers, two thumbs, ten toes & a funny bone that ain’t ever laughing

Sip your wine, swallow words once you’ve written them, speak and forget about everything

Particular singularities are sucking everything into them, black holes annihilate all mothers

Meaning nothing to anyone in any language, fact of life, a father sired you, mutha branders.

Tears hidden from the light of day, in the darkness at the edge of my bed, they rock & roll

Wetting my pillowcase, soaking into the foam rubber with my nightmares and dry dreams

Playing music that returns to repeat the melody and lyrics more than thirty days in a hole

Catch me if you can but you’ll be biting yourself, enjoy your stupidity, gramma screams!

All kids are gonna die, your mamas are gonna die just like your papas, it’s called extinction

Not only will you pay for your ancestors, but I will also be taxed in brown, black & white skin

Poor older men and older women got too old to analyze the concepts and useful induction

Race to the finish line even if you didn’t begin at the start, win, win and dare I say, just win!

Somewhere above or below the rainbow where the illusion of starlight doesn’t obfuscate it

The one and the only thing itself that everything that is atomic matter is, that’d be the #Chit

In your heart & in your mind, all that is you call your soul, it’s a divine way of double switch

My god of your pantheism disregards disillusion, that’s just justice, eatin’ a ham sammich.

As cool as could ever be, the ice cubes have replaced the broken, all spurned hearts in tow

Needing no companion, any assistance paid to professionals, walk alone, fine until I blow

This town, a state of being Four Winds recycling carbon dioxide & mononucleosis I coughed

Wants and needs fulfilled inside my mother’s womb, exit on the stage to the right of the left.

Your mama was so cool, she made the snow caps melt into rivers of rocky road ice cream

It’s a metaphor but the point is, if you had to pick a friend out of a lineup, she’d hit the team

Anyway you look at it, 360 degrees above & below the cosmic egg full of the scum of stars

To evolve into self-consciousness & observe ethical behavior will insure survival of boxcars.

Bring it back around to the start’s finish line, go to jail for nobody but yourself, it’s your rules

Observe millionaire hillbillies & the upper crust meeting in the ivory tower, white room fools

It ain’t my fault so don’t blame me for the way it turned out to be, it’s the luck of the draw

Rollin’ dice or playin’ Texas Hold ‘Em, winning is everything, beat the deal’s & house flaw.

All or nothing to lose for nobody anywhere on Earth, this is a gift we’ve run into accidentally

On purpose of observation to focus on the subject & object in predication, unconsciously

As above it is below just like it’s been since my day 1, a diaper phase eating Ex-Lax factoid

Down the rabbit hole now, no matter how infinitely deep, I think I am, disconnect schizoid.

Copycats teach their skills to the stupid, ignorant morons who fall into holes of inner space

Wanting to stop free falling and end the drop in a smashed skull & bones in a puddle of mud

Like you’ve never known since your own conception by 2 germs looking to climax in grace

You can’t and nobody will get the picture until our last gasps, last punch in the busted face.

Hidden in a ceremony are the secrets that only the in-crowd keep close, abreast of the gist

Reorganization of chaos to force it into perfect order in perfect union with the divine mist

Word of silence and proof of a loudmouth is the epitaph on the granite rock of God’s cross

By the end of the story, you’re not done even though you’ll be annihilated by the holy boss.

Hey man, don’t shoot the messenger, the nature of the beast is that the beast is the gods

Above and below the burnt out cider of the sun, a planet in revolution about the hotrods

Driven on the main drag from the apex to the bottom of the barrel of monkeys’ fur coats

Hotter than a pistol just emptied the barrel into the monkeys, apes gone to wild in boats.

Some girls know & some have no idea, it’s the species hope to survive the extinction apes

Embedded in the genes’ random animals, it’s the code to wipe out the zygotes’ with vapes

Sooner or later on the scale of infinity, when it’s over it’s over, implode in a sub nucleic iPod

Blame the moon, blame the sun, there’s Space too but Nothing else but Void, praise God!

Now and then, scat comes down from out of nowhere, clouded skies of black space

Nothing is not something, that’s all there is though, what you see is what you got too

Hat is off inside the building but outside, I only tip it to the ladies, they don’t know it so

Just a minute, I’m never late but this time, I’m sorry what you saw’s what you got, face.

Hills climbed, oceans crossed, wound up getting’ down in upper ends, the block’s corner

Schemes of the pyramids and the underground bunkers of the rats & roaches, my brother

Ears wide open for morons who’ve misconstrued Truth with bull’s scat, 84 million my love

Pills swallowed, H2O drunk in SOLO cups, can’t mix the Black Jack, skies the limit above.

Awake or asleep, I know nothing & it’s just like the day I was born now, existential crisis

Living or dying is all we’re gonna get to do, be happy it’s the shortest period in What It Is

Home or away from the base, it’s always the same, leave & go back when it’s time to see

Space so vast, your mind ain’t inside your skull, your mind’s tapping outside to divinity.

Back of the full house and the front of the store, the remains of the ancestors stay alive

In echoes in the mind of the kin who were begotten by the One, the 1st one before the hive

Known or unknown, facts of life are what they are, facts that can’t change no matter what

It is this way of life that releases the stored power, a supernova in the mind, we are a dot.

by

r j j stephan i

c. Vendredi, February 7th MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Kicked this down the ladder while jammin’ to @WARtheBand concert #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wu7ygAqF_Mk?si=CABreW3R6u5Y9bb- )

WORDS OF WAR

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine

He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine

We met down on the fort of Rio Grande

We met down on the fort of Rio Grande

Eat the salted peanuts out of can

Eat the salted peanuts out the can

The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort

The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort

Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port (Cisco-)

Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port

My, my, my

They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel

They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel

Chased a gringo last night through a field

Chased a gringo last night through a field

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid, he was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

My, my, my

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid, he was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Morris Dickerson / Harold Brown / Charles Miller / Lee Levitin / Thomas Allen / Lonnie Jordan / Howard Scott

The Cisco Kid lyrics © Far Out Music Inc.