Wait for the 11th on the 12th of NeverGonnaHappen @HEART @ACDC #ThatzLife @Sinatra #SRV

PHILADELPHIA OR CHICAGO,

JERSEY GIRLS DO ROCK US ROLLIN’ STONES

No looking back at all after today and not one more empty glass of Harvey Wallbangers’ up

Galliano, O.J. & the @OuterSpaceVodka bring you straight to the end of the galaxy’s top tip

Cream of the crop is the cream of the dream that never ends with death, immortally a Devil

Unless you choose no free choice, you will always have the free choice, to do good and evil.

Thinking that you have a relevance to the meaning of Life as we know, is a fool’s errand to me

Bloody good or bad, it is what it is, the word is made to be flesh & here and now it is, for free

Liberty and justice illusions of the innocent and weaker than they should be to survive all hell

Below or above us, pole to pole, around the equator meeting nowhere special in the deep pit.

Fissure only to the visual perception, without insight or eyesight at all, it’s all an accident of It

Moved the blown up Big Bang contents to make you here & now reading this & that in a skit

Nothing to worry about ‘cept dying with our eyes & mouths gaping wide open for big pharma

Lucky to have been here a moment, fortune to be on the list to reincarnate to even up karma.

I won’t lie because everything that I utter from the lips my parents granted me, it’s all so True

Shuffled off to Buffalo and jumped out Memphis to Tokyo & Australia, Egypt and jungle Peru

Found chit I wasn’t even looking for in the first place and with those clues to the ends, I’m In

With one or two folks always alive on Earth at any given time, who know the Truth is chokin’.

Priests first, baptism of the brain’s innocent mind, absorbed by the skull & crossbones below

Breaking waves changed my plan to surf the reef near the place nobody ever goes tide tow

Man and woman have tried & none have survived, it’s a mythological place only gods tempt

Immortal you must be or able to breathe with invisible fish gills, you drowned deep in debt.

Freedom being gaslit by the morons and idiots who want to be the pigs in the poke, no less

Needing to drag us all into the lair is their downfall, we’ll get bacon for years after the bless

Pork is good to go, bad to be without, need the bacon and sausage, it’ the pizza man, a scent

Tomatoes burnin’ flavor into the mushrooms, onion, peppers and garlic infusing the godsend.,

Earing gold and platinum rings around eight fingers, two thumbs and ten toes, is this for real?

Freedom and Justice for all, nobody gets out alive but if you got here, enjoy the ride, big deal

It’s an artful way to get the best outcome of a trade for goods and services, you dig, this is it

No kid on planet Earth wants to be knee high to any man, poor kids have no choice, little s#it.

Instant grief as soon as I get slapped by a hand, relative, friend or foe, it’s no thing, but I hit it

Right between the eyes, you won’t see it comin’, it’s nearly speed of sound animation bull chit

Movin’ with the rhythm and beat that absorbs the rhyme into the amalgamation of God’s sin

Loving to live life was not looked upon lightly by the all too human strugglers, they ain’t all in.

They needed & wanted a god to save them from the fake, pretend innocence, perpetual baby

Blood ran through the heart and mind but somehow the nurture failed to produce the Truth

Fancy clothes and tricky games to win or lose seem to be the thing of the species, a cult of I’s

To win & lose are the purposes for playin’ with or without rules, karma afoul, wisdom tooth.

Honey as magical as it tastes, comes out of the hive a little crazy, buzzin’ bees all over ol’ me

Days down the road, swelling and misery all gone, learned the hard way, stings of the honey

Died to meet you, on the way to the bar, a lady blew a red light, broadsided my 208-bone car

To the sky above and to the subterranean gaping hole within the Earth, it’s a burned-out star.

Bums used to be in the alley, now they’re atop of the concrete on Wall Street & waxing poetic

Groove like ones on vinyl records of the olden days, revolving 45 to 78 spins a minute, toc tic

Ready, get set & go, the grooves move it all from beginning to the end, without a scratch loop

That’s Life my friends, singin’ strangers never met, same chit different day, you got the scoop.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May 11^th MMXXV Anno Domini at 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @StevieRayVaughan & #DoubleTrouble on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p3z5tG85HIo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Same Rigamarol Difference de Jour #NoGaGaHere #MontgomeryGentry #SheCouldNotChangeMe

MY FIRST DATES AT THE DRIVE-IN THEATER OF DAUGHTERS WHOSE FATHERS GOT SHELL SHOCKED BY A 1960 CHEVY

SssssssssssssssssssssssssCiscoKIDZssssssssssssssssssssssssssS 

I found no green grass on the other side of the street, nobody watered next door & weeds jumped above picture windows

I loved you so much, wide open prairies close to the high mountains and Big Bang originated caves’ holes down me blows

Since there’s no person, no superego or Id to take responsibility or comfort in the high ethics used to guide an unholy beast

As I am above, below, beyond here and there in actuality, strolling along the streets until I was engulfed by two words seized.

Do you love me at all baby? Always first thought on my mind, am the first on yours? It may be the deal breaker, answer yes too

Scooting around God-given legs draggin’ on the rugs and linoleum to die for, checkered rouge, blanca & violet DNA, into the blue

Rimshot mulligans don’t work at all, in double overtime, soul inside the outside imagined the same old thing, thrive, survive

Soul awoke into the same thing y’all see everywhere, all the time with or without the spinning dirt below your honeybee hive.

Broad shoulders and wide hips coincide in a coincidence, if you know what I mean, you know, you’re all too young to give it a go

Big girls on steroids growing over six feet tall, weighing around one to two hundred, it’s all written in stars in cosmic mud & blood

Extinction before the ending is immanent and there is nothing that can be done, no negotiations for settlements’ landfall reward

Loss of life cannot be rectified with a peace agreement, don’t kill me & I won’t annihilate your network into a vagrant, holy horde.

Buddies aren’t like buds in a jar or a bag, they’re few & far between & even more difficult to get a hold of to get jiggy with mortals

Anchors weighing me down, conundrum puzzles solved and it’s the time to be aware that we’re all stuck here in thorny, rose petals

If not now, you’ll have a moment of surprise just prior to your failed, final gasp for gas, eyes and mouth gape wide open for mortis

All rigor is all gone, it may have been written in the stars, but I don’t read the linguistic formulations, ambiguity of nirvana’s bliss.

Nobody you knew will be there, you’ll barely recognize your own self, yet in a New York minute, you’re already gone to the rapture

Ready or not to come lookin’ for the people playing the “IT” game, you’re it, I’m it, we’re all of it, we slipped into darkness’ tour

Around the solar systems in the multiple galaxies floating in the cosmic dust, tripppin’ in orbit , a circle jerk extraordinaire flip

Of the script and by the script, dialogue, monologue or stoned junky absolute silence, it’s all in the game our two lips down drip.

Mindful of being down here among the trees that you nor I can see from above 8 miles high, slippin up into the dark muck & mire

Nobody is there, they can’t thrive in an empty tank, vacuumed of everything then Nothing sucks better than being foal to a sire

Colts choosing to run to & fro, never lie down to sleep, always up & only down if hurt or in labor for another service failure pursuit

In the bottom or at the tip top, either or both ways, consummation in the collapse of the live, evil atoms with an eye and a tooth.

Bell to end class is ringing, buzzer is zapping and pretty soon it’s summer vacation in the Bahamas, my prerogative to be the chit

I’m all in on the game, I’ll raise any bet you make, I’ll see your raise & go all in with every dime of gold I’ve got, even a pope digs It

Soul and spirit from a small boy to a large girl, move the cartoon from beginning to end without a glitch, it’s as smooth as cool ice

We always had all that it took to be happy until we died, fear of the unknown was the stranger by the river, stepped into it twice.

Deluge of the desert backflow into the hard rock it’s always been without the H2O, uneven shaped & not even a conglomeration

Of a holy, stupid human, male or female, I have no explanation other than a pathway to utter species’ neglect, last of it’s kind’s sin

No mortal sins any longer without a creation left-over only Jesus would love, for all we know, we all know what Jesus had some fun

Fire you and you, you & you … all of y’all and nobody’s exempt except me, I’m the only One, I am the One, I am One, One & done.

Full of the refused and recycled material world, even material girls can’t keep the chewed matter inside, we all gotta go out house

Pearls clutched, gold and diamonds secured in the only was it’s safe before the Supernova’s Singularity absorbs teats in a blouse

Bred to blow the tops off of the mountains and all the people, all the time, where was your arse when I needed it right here & now

Nowhere in sight, that’s where you were, you’re a figment of the imagination, like the pope smoke in the stack, it’s white as dough.

In the presence of good, bad & the ugly I realize that I’m either the same or I’ll be food for the fodder, forced to give up the ghost

We’re either the top predator or the descendant of innocent puppy-like beings, after fornication a billion times, desert your post

Nothing at all to die for in a panacea anywhere in the world or solar system, the Milky Way & friendly Novas give a rat’s ass, no tips

Caught in the snare of the trap, no way to release the bones form the chains that secure tight lips that may sink the battleships.

Sweeping the dust and the memories under the rugs, never to be seen again until the great sweep of the collapsing floors that we’ve been on point funny

Woof for the dogs and no roof for the humans, back to the caves to the guards

and inmates of the gulag or the Alcatraz rock isle

Unto the guilty and innocent, the crimes are unfortunate failures in resistance to memes, doing Nothing when Something is in need

Groove of the thing getting’ played by the diamond stylus point of no return, keeps you right there, stuck in the middle, I Am a son of Sonny!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 5-10-2025 AD @ 111 PMPST

{ Forged upon the Fork in the middle of the road, triggered by the ghetto within my psyche, all in black & white above, jammin’ to @WARtheBand youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3-qI70R8m8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My “THE” Muse