#BlownUndercoverBrother #OnlyYouBabe #HotLegs @JossStone @RodStewart @CurtisMayfield #StonedJunkies

DON’T ASK WHY BENT RULE SCAT’S ALL BROKEN

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Scared of your mama & papa because they use corporal punishment to tame the beast within

Nobody knows why the cultures & civilizations survive the machinations of this solar system

All we have is archeological evidence and written word in undecipherable form, extinction son

Daughters too, nobody gets out alive with memory intact, Dark Star above is all the same sun.

Black hole just the emptiness of the twilight zone where there’s no place to set up the camp

Nothing matters once your breath gets snatched out of your heartbeat power, blood vamp

The whole thing in half & doubled up the cuts up to four & fortune opened the plethora of it

Highlights for low lives inhabiting the open canopy of the great outdoors, all naked Earth chit.

Free your mind, what that is can be the substance of the existence you treasure goes caput

Up in smoke, forgetting the historical record of your recollection from birth to present cut

Grits and collared greens going through your solar system’s heartbeat of lucid mind game

As below you see the causes & effects, if repeatable experiment confirms, Truth in a meme.

Loving the forgotten negative and positive memories, all were figments of imagination too

Created to store for retrievability at a future time, during any argument for the Truth of you

Asking why Life is happening to Whom, as should be a harbinger to a 64,000-dollar question

Squawking as you know is not only impossible to spell but also, It is an original sin position.

Sons and daughters have come & gone, greatest grandmothers and sufficient grandfathers

Prefer to be unpredictable to avoid being ambushed by the haters & jealous fool brothers

Thinking that because their damaged mind thinks something, it must be by definition, true

Benefits under our wings, strong flight to come & go at will, dig it, fool’s gold of royal blue.

Game well played; rules broken only if there was danger of losing the breath of the holy soul

In the Cadillac or the Tesla, it all comes down to a Maserati, now that I can tell you see, fool

Not that you really are a fool but hell, you look like one anyway, that & a dime gets you void

Null as it is when nothing is presented as all there is, cancel culture, I’m woke & it’s no joke.

Vibrations and the inner secret of what happens when the brain gets a dose of imbecile

Ain’t peculiar as it is and always was, you don’t want to become the imbecile with no X-file

Everyone knows the alibi for being a moron is that it ain’t the idiot’s fault, lay down on it

Syncopations measure your justification for remaining present, above dead grounded chit.

Bent out of shape and doing everyone wrong as the reciprocating of the karma cosmic bust

It is peculiar and there’s nothing normal about the thing, moving without purpose to slack

Realize it, that you have it all, ain’t nothing more nor less than what you gleaned, The Fact

I’m peculiar, our world is peculiar, escalating, getting stranger, mother & father all just lust.

Intelligence and wisdom are both necessary and sufficient for access to the occult secrets

Of saviors and saints, you sing hymns to the basic tunes of A sharps and flat Cs on axe frets

Guitars workin’ the rhythm & waitin’ for the rhyme to fill the air with the hip wavelength

To your point, having not had any THC for hours, my mind is in the presence of all clear light.

Astronauts all abandoned in outer space due to an uncanny injection of mission trajectory

Gathering the apology to present to the survivors, the time to retire was end of the story

Next month is coming, it will mellow me out like the first time I blew a bong of Thai stick

Separation of the spirit from the skin and bones is as easy as pie, if you’re ol’ dead Dick.

Once you know you can’t ever forget about it, unless selective amnesia beats your skull

No need for crossbones if there’s no meat on the bones, it’s the case in hearts & spades

In pink, in red, in purple & black, full spectrum of the royal blues, shotgun tokin’ to pull

Uphill downhill has a limit to repeat, in a plethora, chance slash & cut, I got sharp blades.

There’s hot blood in the clear water, it turns pink & disappears into wild blue yonder skies

Talking and walking is what the people learn to do after they scoot right up to a health spa

All soil comin’ from their recycling solid and liquid consumption of planet Earth’s white lies

In one ear and out of the other, out of the womb of the ladies who fertilized the free ova.

Perfect one helping the D.O.G.E. succeed at the acceleration to extinction of homo sapiens

Efficient use of Time in Space until it’s unneeded, stop the clock, Time Out pneumonia signs

No wings or legs, no breasts, no heads or feathers, skinless & deboned, Kentucky bluegrass

Three, two & one unknown countdown to total annihilation, faith, hope & love your pasts.

This is not your first rodeo & you will roll along until there’s a funk worth its weight in gold

Fearing nothing but Fear’s concept analyzing the tricks of pragmatic power, the kids got old

Over the hills are the cover for reality, the other side of the mountain has nothing but ICE

Frozen, never too cold, it exists for nothing, it’s accidental, random cause of mitosis’ dice.

There is a ‘pi’ that’s 3.14 units of nothing but a hole, get sucked in & nobody ever gets out

A live THING, dead in the matrix of fish & fishermen, pagans & Christ’s sake make gods pout

As per chance, there’s survival past the last breath, then & only then will happiness manifest

It’s unhappy if you’re in pain, disappointed by the loss of pleasure & health, don’t be a pest.

Here and now, in this present that succeeded yesterday’s past on into tomorrow’s dead air

Hip is being totally understood by the ignorant who can’t comprehend simple math’s fanfare

Think you can’t add two plus two or three or four, you’re right & you’ll dead in a NYC minute

Not my choice, we’re here now, we’re gonna get out of here even sitting on our + or - butt.

Rouge lipstick on a pig may be appropriate in formal situations but it’s not in the hog slop

All the cool fun has been squeezed out of the electrical outlet, empty shell of a blown top

Hits form the bats make the runs go home, it’s not over ‘til it’s over, Yogi Bear Uh, word UP

Higher than low underground, lower than the absolute zero of the things’ themselves cup.

Puns overlooked if the mind isn’t adept at hidden meanings in the sounds of silence’s speech

At the podium or just behind the microphone, words come out, words return a sandy beach

On the way out of a vortex of wild blue water, immersion ends at the core, Dead quicksand

Dumping garbage, refused containers & wasted, solid & liquid matter, strike out, get fanned.

Flood is merely the Earth in the form of hardened gas getting too hot to remain in one chunk

If you flow like the rivers of Earth, away from the poles of North and South toward the center

Spinning and wobbling around the sun, the star’s ecliptic goes perihelion half the time, I am It

Power to dissolve the mud, the blood and beer is within, we have what it takes, hot dam chit!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, February 19th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THIS AIN’T NO TRIBUTE EITHER

#RhumbaMan @MavisStaples #RhumbaGirl #PhiladelphiaFreedom

GOLD ATOMS WADIN’ IN H 2 0

Not so full as the whole shebang, in fact, empty of it all but I’m here for the party too

High as above Earth’s atmosphere and as low as the inner core of the middle of Earth

Flies winging it from leaf to leaf, gold and silver collected in the rock form, love so blue

Heart’s broke, I am as ignorant as I was at conception and birth, death in store for you.

Rolling from the mountaintop to the foundation of the inner core of stardust, holy hell

As if you didn’t know, pretend that you’re naïve and don’t know better, ring-ring a bell

Double Eagles don’t fly, they’re in the bank with the #QuantumFund, you and I are we

Meaning nothing more nor less than dissolution of everything, plunge into a holy city.

Color-blinded into the black and white, everything faded to silver & black, like a Raider

In Vegas or the Bay, either way there’s no way to win it all, never, not now and not ever

Supreme courts and their inferior pretenders declare freedom is slavery & reverse achoo

Nothing to sneeze at, it’s a humdinger and nobody ever sees it comin’ drivin’ the screw.

All wings on the right and left of a high-flying Eagle bird from a nest to rest, a flip-off to all

Funds not registered and can’t do business investing in increasing something from nothing

Beef is the dead meat, chicken is the dead fowl and water is the leaking gas of Outerspace

Knowledge is important and impossible, it takes forever to discover you’re only your Face.

Your name, your life from birth to death, your history before & after you died, that’s all gone

Gone beyond anywhere you’ve ever heard of, so you wouldn’t grasp the intricate conundrum

Fade into a black hole Singularity, nobody gets out alive, Freedom’s all about being up in hell

Miscreants and the followers of foreign language texts, sticks and stones mighty shock shell.

Herds move to and fro, followers of the head leader of the pack, followed by death and dirt

Graves or ash dumps for the corpus dillecti full of seeds of extinction & survival of the hurts

Coming around the corner, up the back hill or just like a ton of bricks out of every nowhere

Gone like you never had one moment to spare, faded to black-backed voidness, over there.

Can’t buy thrills once they’ve depleted their inner sanctum storage of magic potions of GA

Magicians with magic words & potions of mixed up matter and energy knots, say: Sha Na Na

To be alive, to exist breathing and recycling matter, as we’ve gone for eons, that’s survival too

Only the strong and very fortunate can lay claim to success, I think, hence, I am nobody’s fool.

Goofy dog, I’m all me, caught that redheaded honey, sweet as sugar beets on mama’s table

Where it all comes from is an ephemeral mystery, a dream come true, like it or not, I’m able

Prepare to be It, as you’ve been trained to avoid the termination of your living thing to be

Can’t rise above a deception perception of blind men & women who see It, Nothing’s free.

A shoe box with a humming sound, lights emitting burnt waves of the tides’ psyche

A triple hit on your brain reverberates inside your bones and sinews on a motor bike

Lie back in your sissy seat, go faster than a speeding bullet through a dead portal slick

You & I can’t go back and forth between life and death, somebody can, ghosts’ tac-tic.

Junk got into tiny veins & arteries of retro-evolved lumps of fecal matter, nuclear war

Dreaming of fools I relate to, being a fool myself, once I wake up, it’s Hell way too far

Never knew that a sharp knife could end the dream with a slice, choice cut and a stab

In the movement, plunge to resistance, down to the bone, twist, turn & remove scab.

It’s what it is regardless of your opinion which may be right or wrong, it is what it is, fool

Light of the sun inside of the wires & walls where the plugs commiserate with the hole

Dehumanize the children who grow up into the philosophers who join the military’s #Aps

Cause of your #LMH1 plant Forty Two, carry your mama inside her own womb, God claps.

Prick up your ears, you will die either today or some day in the future, the past is a chimera

A LMH-1 is a load of Italian bread out of the oven, aloft in gravitational collapse of Yogi Bear

Angels in the outfield comin’ in and out of the portals, peace is silence, Title A drone droppers

Red Rover Atomic Powered Missile, ready to die or not, you will terminate, mothers’ phuqrz.

Here’s a drone, there’s a drone, everywhere a drone-drone, a dimension in your head space

Silence is appropriate for the Space-Time slot you’ve tripped into today, you slappin’ my face

High and mighty, free time is missing to you, it’s all bought & sold by the aliens’ who’re at one

With all atoms in the solar system, galaxy & universe of Nothingness’ end game, 2 tons of fun.

Kicked hard right between the legs without notice, breath stops, taken away for a long spell

Pain and suffering come just before disbelief that the feeling is all there is, no pain, so no gain

Fine and dandy to write it all down but if nobody reads the words, silence shines like gold air

Higher than you’ll ever get & lower than you can go, treasure found & lost in my longest hair.

On a merry-go-round & can’t ever get off since there’s nothing but a Void above & below us

Ripped off tombstones in dirt above graves, Time comes & then it’s gone, It falls down below

Space between hard atoms, lost and found my identification, doctors and nurses cured my ills

What I am is exactly what I am, oxymoronic pair of pigeon-toed, two feet’s ten toes, It all kills.

Blood is going to bleed out of the container, veins’ arteries of the liberty freeway, at one heart

Auricle and ventricle there for the party, in & out, ad infinitum for the duration of our fake art

Walk, crawl until it’s time for deep dive, a one & a two & a three, ready, set & love God to go

Rub it in deep into the skin & bone, it’s fear of the light in the darkness, terror’s what I blow.

Mink stole, dead rat around her neck and shoulders to make her feel like a gun moll on high

Nothing to fear except for the fear of fear itself, it’s all about the Nothingness’ void, yet I lie

About all subjective objects interacting as above in heaven, so it’s the same below on Earth

Pain relief in one heartbeat, survival’s desire leftover, dark matter’s all that I am, afterbirth.

Possible that low probability events may occur and cause undesirable effects of extinction

Species all too human & some not so very much, whistle blow in the dark, God’s mortal sin

Think that you’re thinking? Persuade an idiot and a moron of the Truth, then it’s “That Said”

Deceive and perceive your ancestors on the left, right, above & below the living & the Dead.

You know, I know nothing & you think you know most of it or all of it, organize chaos’ crime

Subjects & their predication causing undesirable effects, termination of blood lines on a dime

In one ear and out of the other, the bullet passes through like a cut blade thru Ends so bitter

High tides, low down to the core where gods never went, made-men need Mafioso babysitter.

Mirror image, I see nothing, I am nothing in a world of things, noun without predication chit

Dream fading, lights turning off, fading bit by bit until I’m used to the darkness, it’s mortal sin

I’m here & now, in a D.O.G.E. just cut from the bloated teams of five & ten in a seven-eleven

Found what was never lost, can’t get all you need for the soul’s spirit, I chew tobacco & spit.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 2-17-2025 Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Kicked this out the bed this AM around ‘3’ for no reason I know of other than, just because & listenin’ to #JustBecauseYouThinkYoureSoPretty on youTube link @   https://youtu.be/lZMXD5-lFIw?si=jAg_K9yqe0CE6nHQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JackDanielsBlackLabel

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PHILLY MOODS & JERSEY GIRLS KEEP LIBERTY RINGIN’

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You face the facts, naked as the day you were born, conceived germs in the Void

Big Bang nobody heard or saw & only pretend to know what logic & reason allow

Simple as 1, 2, 3 when you count to 10, begin with zero & shuffle to the negative

Add, subtract, multiply & divide a One into an infinite division of all things at one.

Broken into infinite shards of subatomic charm, extinction & evolution lies of apes

All we have to do is be quiet for a minute, become Outer Space between THC vapes

I shall find the missing part of my scree somewhere over the rainbow, like it or not

Knowledge of subjects, predicates & objects of derision, enhanced mind of a robot.

Fill up your cup, it can’t be empty at any time, if it dries up it won’t return unto normal

Field of dreams and the perception of reality before or after your deep sleep, so formal

Pretty or not, beautiful things may be the form closest to what’s inside of you, so deeply

If and only if you know it all, then you will find that knowledge is all about a deader sea.

Games, rules, start & end before you know it, having fun or not, it will all end in a peep

Lost right where I found it yesterday, a slit in the matrix above the apex, below the deep

Pretty girls moved in front of my eyes, they didn’t see me watchin’, they had a feeling too

All in a Philly mood, a Shy town groove down on Rush Street, carryin’ on the in royal blue.

Simply too complex to be so easy to comprehend the nature of being alive, a super Nova

Miracles happen, I am one, it was a low probability that I’d have the chance to do it again

A long time ago, I lived & died for a spell, made no karma to return in grace, I’m free man

Can’t get better since I’ve commandeered all cause & effects of Milky Way’s beef bologna.

Prick up your ears, now hear this word in a sentence’s paragraph-full page of a recipe hit

Drink to make your brain swim above the surf from the first shot to the smart & final exit

Sharp needle and silver needle function as the only way to face the day, it’s high as Fugue

Black-out as it turns inside out, gave me a chance to regroup the trip to the moon, it’s huge

If and only if you & I agree on the truth of the premises, then we’ll see it all alike

No disagreement between laws regulating freedom & the gain of function psyche

Hot or cold, high or low, in the end it’s like it was before you were aware of, As Is

Hair on the dog fell out after the liquid gulped down my throat, passin’ out, cuz!

Been up & down, day one until today, it’s nothing personal, it’s the luck of the draw

Hit woman, feared just as much as a poisonous viper, just because of the ruthless hits

Upside the head & stealthy kidney punches finished the effect of a concerto movement

In sevenths, diminished, major, minor or indeed, the chords of the centrally intelligent.

Mask to cover-up the nothingness, as it is above, so it is below, astronauts know it all

They kissed the face of God & came back to tell us all about it, dream in a dream’s fall

Back to Earth after being aloft & disconnected for longer than a year without cold beer

Unbearable & nearly too much to handle, such addiction was paradise’s cure for fear.

Bought a big case or a keg, kept me company with or without a human being in tow

Not my job to hold court for the minions that struggled to find freebies in the hood

Ghetto immersion or suburban sprawl brickhouse & swimming pool, all in every row

If & when it all ends in a bang, I won’t point fingers or cast aspersions, pucker & blow.

You’ve heard it all before, I speak & you finish my sentence and thought about spam

Baseless and useless inconvenience of pushing and shoving to get ahead in a dream

You think you’re more than a thing, but you aren’t, just a thing itself, alone & at one

With that said, it ends in South Texas, in a hurricane, chased her there, prenatal Zen.

Comin’ around to the same wavelength, the frequency higher than normal, kill a man

This one not another one, patricide of the matricide gives the impetus to suicide’s fan

Giving up on the struggle with moods out of control, inherited endocrine system’s go

They inhabited all common ground with others who came to groove & then just blow.

Fear for your life because they know y’all are the mothers’ phuqrz, stillborn to run fast

If you don’t evade the onslaught, you’ll be the leftover bones by the campfire, foo-foo

Fight or not, nobody & nothing lasts forever, check the nothing at the door, it’s all true

What you saw is what you got, zygote to cadaver, mutation of cosmic dust, Philly blue.

Infrared to ultraviolet light produces illusions of the spectrum’s illumination pure funk

I’m in a circular jerkin’, sunken vinyl record groove, 33.3, .45, or a .78 RPM in the trunk

I said shotgun in a song, I did the jerk baby, did it then & doin’ it now, nobody’s exempt

Not one dead person who was alive told a tale after life with tempting Truth, “I tempt!”

Still alive and kickin’ in the stall, as old mules do once grown-up beyond the teens’ riots

So sad to find out that there’s nothin’ but bull’s scat to spread in the garden of Eden shots

Jack Daniels’ brown or Carlos’ Tequilla clearly do the job just fine, 4 shots and a cold beer

Look around the old bar, nobody is there but the bartender, he terminated ‘em all in fear.

Prisoner of Peace just out of the penitentiary full of innocence, mortal sinners of God

Innocent, yet proven guilty as charged, imprisoned with Mother’s innocents in the pod

Not only is Life a dream, it’s not even your dream, you’re only one of all vanishing ghosts

Earth is the stage; accidents are the actors facilitating the extinction of the species’ posts.

Funny as Hell, a promise to the Good and the Evil, backward word of Live, all holy ghosty

Bundled up for frozen tundra, to survive the polarization of heat and all Hot Stuff for free

Keeping copacetic impossible once you’ve killed heartbeats & gasping of oxymoronic gas

I’m not as foolish as my image appears to be, I keep a mask on to keep y’all off of my adz.

Pimple upon your seat turns metastatic and you can’t sit down anymore, you’re in a pickle

Why you got stuck there is because you got the easy reaction from the bored and innocent

Pumping blood head to foot, thinking, walking slow down avenues and mean streets of Shy

I left it all alone, my father & his father put out the Chicago Fire in me, gave me a water pie.

What is live? What is dead? Same things move until they die and shrivel into cosmic dust

Dead or alive, as seen from Outerspace, foreign concepts since immortality we can’t trust

It’s blind faith in the moronic sacrifice of divine death on dirt, signal isn’t sweaty balls, dad

You lied to me, said I’d be OK if I open my eyes & believe in being saved by nobody so bad.

Above and below rocks rollin’ along the ecliptic, magnetized by hot scat floating in Space

Missiles and rockets get the jobs done, it’s the trajectory of the extinction of the species

All atoms are mortal units, coming out of nowhere to return to being buried out of sight

Historical leftovers come & go, commanded suggestions to complete a mighty good fight.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 2-13-MMXXV @ 444 PMPST

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PHILOSOPHER STONE