#VAMPIRE #OnTheHunt #SlowThePhuqueDownHippy #GodAMSkippy #Creepin' #VivaItalia @DRACULA @KeanuReeves #GotAploplectic

HAMMERS APOUNDING space IN A CUP

Before you finish the end of the dream, keep in mind that you’re gonna die sooner or later

It’s not a bad idea to keep your opinion to yourself, nobody can agree with a slick ice skater

Yet here we are and you’re agreeing with me, a sliding hockey player on blades that cut faces

Watching the game unfold, it’s going to be over before you know it, y’all knot up your laces.

No fooling you with the pretension and deception of the minions, I’m honest injun, tell no lies

I don’t care if everyone understands the Truth, that won’t matter the day this black hole dies

Mirror without a reflection in the darkness, it’s there yet it’s not here, it’s two things to know

What you believe may be a lie manufactured for the minions who snorted all of mama’s blow.

Conceived in innocence and held responsible for the unintentionally outrageous good times

From dawn to dusk, all 365 of the spins, the wobbles of the dirt-rock in gravitational collapse

It ain’t my fault & I don’t blame you for putting me down, far below the Earth’s scored rhymes

Buried down South below the Mason-Dixon line, it’s y’all in a counter evolution of thin dimes.

On board without ever going overboard ‘cause gravity pulled the only way to go, angels do fly

Up above the 8 miles between the surface of the planet and the stratosphere envelope, I die

Outerspace is where the death of us all goes for the eternity of the invisible unknown ghost

High fall & an educated guess but it’s a clear light fool, I’ll be the only one, I’ll die in two, too.

Southern rockin’ my skeleton into a traveling frenzy, packed & ready to go, Ferrari on a fat fly

Whisky and Rye, Gin, Vodka and Jack Daniels getting’ shuffled by the heavenly spirit blue sky

Wonder woman bartends as she fills the superman’s whiskey glass, she had long, curly hair

Ready to lay down after a handful of the licks I laid down on the Stratocaster Ajax, love affair.

Creep you are like a black cat sneakin’ up on the other creeps, ready to shoot you full of .38s

Better or worse for knowing me has little to do with a Fate, it’s a karma payback on the pace

Purple passion returns to the reddish blue and rips it apart just like all black cats, feline fate

A bit of the bite is more than even you can chew, it’s a predetermined original sin first date.

There’ll be no clown honeymoon, wake or burial at sea, dust off the skull & crossbones’ pie

Don’t misjudge my personal repertoire because you think I’m so pretty, we’re all gonna die

Any time in any space, on a trajectory to log in your presence for the historical recent Past

All of the above, a multiple choice when all answers are correct, you’re the One, the Last.

Paper slices of recycled trees that grew out of the star dirt, in perpetuity’s perpetual motion

Nobody is a conglomerate here and now, everybody, everything’s all in the End Game of fish

At sea, no daughters that I know of so if you ever any to descend from this super elder one

Then divulge the whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth, amalgamation of helping me be God.

Peace kills the battles of the slaves under their scarves and headless horsewomen, see my bit

Multiplicity of the catteries from every continent on Earth, await the humanity extinction skit

Play B-games with rules & irregular order, created to be broken repaired for the hell downfall

No friendly relatives can assist in absorbing the plethora, fear is dead & all gone, I’m the ball.

Hills the name of the irregular plains ahead up to the cliffs and tops of all mountain’s blown

Annihilated into smithereens like you’ve never seen, only imagined as above, so below alone

One has no other meaning than solitary identification with all there is, beyond good & evil

Source of your angst and loathing for a succulent meal between snacks of flesh & pickle dill.

Without a shooting the messenger, choose to pick none out of a million, take a stab at it too

No luck of the draw, will to the power to create something out of Nothing isn’t the sky blue?

What it is when it’s the bull scat that you do every day of your adult life, still a kid inside of it

Your mama and papa took all of your toys away from you, now you’re woke in an orphanage.

Of who you are besides the bones and blood, animated bones toe to skull, a mysterious Kid

Down or up yours with the system, as it is, what it is, nobody knows, nobody lays it all down

Funk I got down, a rhythm comin’ from pounding rocks on stoned games’ foreskins, no Druid

Star stuff’s what I made? It will always be, Earth’s twirling, it’s Wind, hot Fire, the fuck I did!

Shine in pitch black darkness where eyes don’t work at all, can’t see anything, Nothing at all

Judgement calls one by one, two by two, right or wrong, premises deducing Earth’s a low ball

In the middle of nowhere close to nothing, default brings the retooling of the whole GD scree

Saying what it is until you get the right answer, degree is higher above the doctors of the PhD.

Pound cake in a cup, that’s how it all started, cappuccino to wash it all down the holy hatch

Way back to the first two or more species which were present at Earth’s conception big bang

Form of sibling effulgence, all blown star stuff radiating atomic wave particles of Time’s watch

Unseen, spent phuq wad baked into a red velvet cake & I ate it too, “I’m the mama,” she sang.

I’ve been eating the fruits & nuts from Eden’s Garden, exit 142 off of the interstate freeway

What I know is that you don’t know like I know what That Woman has done to me, you see

In the morning she’s my cappuccino and in the evening she’s my smoke in the plethora hay

Up in the hayloft of a dark barn, that’s where she & I conceived the future’s ancient history.

It’s about the fire and ice, Earth’s wobble & roll around the dark star that is still God-lit

Nothing at all to see when there’s no light, eyes don’t evolve in the darkness, scat’s chit

Used to open the final bet, call & raise to be all-in, win or lose, it’s game over just in case

My head was full of power and of my heartbeat, there was no sign or a rigor mortis face.

Mouth agape, tongue relaxed sticking out between denture choppers, The Way is narrow

A path closed while we’re all alive and kicking in the stalls, first chance to look-out below

Between the points, that’s the line, statements of sentimental journeys put on the shelf

Lookin’ for a Love, knowing it’s near or far but close enough to discover I’m all by myself.

There’s nobody around when we die, the ones left behind believe you flew the coup, away

Never to review & revisit the incarnation of souls in deep-code counting crows, end of days

We’ve begun to muster for the original reason for being alive, secretive, incursive alphabet

Key to translation is the opposite of what the message says, dotted line mixing it all, git git.

Hot air and electrifying lightning, putting the thunder to the test, first of all, check this out

Different folks like different strokes and sometimes there’s a coincidence of intent, Timing

All you need is get to the right place at the right time, only then you’ll become at One too

As above, so below, it’s always been this way, a lock on the door, gotta be that way, blue!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday 6-18-2025 AD @ 333 PMPST

{ Matriculated while jammin’ to @FrankSinatra #IGotPlentyOfNothin’ on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Gj95CIJBJFE?si=x6LeRYTxvuZHYjW3&t=1 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Sippin' whiskey out the bottle & playin' Sweet Home "Bama all summer long! #LetsGO @KidRock

TIMING IS EVERYTHING

{ outstretched hands’ LAY-UP, G.O.A.T. STATUS}

Just as high as a kite flight on a windy day in The Windy City at Riis Park, flyin’ off a high dive

All or nothing is worse than dying after flying without wings, crushed bones and all that jive

Married a spell, to the beauty of being near a magnetic attraction that can’t release me to sky

I know it now, what I’d be without her, if she ever left me, life would go on down in hell’s lie.

Been where it’s all at, where’s it’s happening, where all the folks were hip and without flaw

In the in-crowd or at least rub their funny-bone elbows & move on to the ghetto of McGraw

Where I went from a lake to an ocean, from frozen tundra winter to tropical estuaries’ sin

Paradise moved me, it won’t move anyone else since everyone thinks this is all there is in.

Mind and body above and below the planetary dirt, burnt out cinders of a dead star we are

Silk thread from only God knows what poor plant or animal is woven into the robes of Pierre

Or Josie, if you will, anybody on Earth that’s naked from day one’s birthday, onto mortal rigor

Bums just gave up on the strife, seeing ahead of the present into the repeating time ala past

All winter through the Fall, slippin’ around an ellipse & surviving the wobble and full tilt’s skip

Makin’ the empty leap year every four years in payment for a natural frisbee flying double flip

Your deaf ears listen but only the deaf animals can hear the vibrato, irrepeatable trippin’ head

Ultraviolet lit to infrared and in between you see what you can never get out of, alive or dead.

Happiness may be peace of mind or a ham sandwich, eagles on down to the roaches and rats

Search brings every single, empty black hole everywhere in the Cosmos, suckin’ bloody bats

Empty of everything full of Nothing, open heart and mind ready or not, you all got to go now

No other way to go, forward or backward, either way the final target cannot be missed, so?

Still tried and pretended to care about the nature of the beasts and the things ahistorical & all

Knowing this and that without withholding a thing, wisdom’s essence, empty & dead air’s ball

Dad and mom, here and then we’re already all gone, you tried it, now then, it’s a victory song

Drilling way down deep into the surrounding left-over Big Bang dust, 6 feet under ain’t wrong!

Pours herself a neat and strong one after she reads up to here, it’s not gonna be much longer

Ending is happy, there’s no need to fret, it’ll all come out fine I the end, kids & pension swag

Up and coming down the scale, back to the lower baritone and back up to the alto soprano

You know you’ve got what it takes, it’s all our holy grail, don’t spill the beans you scallywag.

There’s no reason to the rhyme, yet the words of the plethora mock the Truth, a prose essay

Nothing to fear on Earth or anywhere else in the world of galaxies, cosmic dust of the weeds

Call them hayseeds from another world or just mutations of the original garden of Eve’s Eden

Adam had no sense of fearing the unknown, comfortable with a Void being all that there is.

Driving the team of horses in front of the stagecoach, pulling people on wooden wheel hubs

Life spent in a foreign land or the same city woods your kinfolk spawned from hot arse tubs

Dick and Jane swore to gods that comprehending language was all you needed to make it up

To the tip-top of the pile, better than competition, like cream y’all rise to the top trick’s cup.

Whiskey and gin in the jiggers, wastin’ my time wastin’ the fired-up pine, tomorrow arrives

As if yesterday fell off the Earth, unrecollected nonsense conjuring up epic Bulls#it bee hives

Losers get killed and some live until they’re nothing but broken & whacked honey, no jokes

Who cares about the facts of , forget about it, let God categorize the subjects of superman.

I got the kryptonite harmonized with my DNA, but now I can’t fly up and away, I’ve no lift

I need more power, access to the infinite plethora, storage place of all gas’ origins to rift

Continuation of the significance of seeing forms and the material diamonds and fool’s gold

As if you don’t remember, it’s your father’s call that you succeeded or not, man, I’m old.

Runnin’ out of the sweet nothings to whisper right through from ear to ear, down the road

Twist a few for the trip on the way, enjoy the forms and colors, formation and dissolution

Nothing lasts forever, enjoy the hops, skips and riffs on the way to the end of daylight, son

On the lam, runnin’ the dozens under a blanket’s deep cover, egad, joke’s on l’il ol’ me One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 hours

{ Dropped a dime on this gem while jammin’ to @BennyGoodman & his orchestra on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1xhzh2Qe7OQ?si=CbZUG5tRy0nICMYA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Skinny Bones Mixed Racers Y'ALL WANT MY @Nickelback?

pablo picasso

BLIND RATS , BAT IRISES  & A SINGULARITY’S PRIVATE PUPILS

Recollect the memories you’ve filed deep in your invisible safe place in Space

Part of me is all me and the rest of me is all yours, yes, even my debonair face

All of the German, Irish and Sicilian mixed into my skin and boned DNA to roll

Up and down from here to there and back again, in retrospect it’s how to troll.

Felt a touch after s first sudden impact of comin’, 2 balls bein’ hit out the park

Day of the nativity I can’t recall was the first day I didn’t die, aim after you mark

How much you feel right now is all you’ll ever be able to feel, overload absorb

Things themselves all above and beyond here and now, it’ll come into an orb.

Spark, flame, fire, blaze and out like a light out of electric Kool-Aid, spit it out

No matter though, once inside of the head, in the mouth, it’s a love no doubt

Love you and me like a sister and a brother, all I have is all I am, you got it now

It took you a while but it was worth the ride, fortune comes and goes like roe.

Swimming until you have you choice but to go with the current’s flow, breathe

In and out of the consciousness that will ne’er stay more than my false teeth

Chickens have come home to roost yet they know there’s no rooster like ol’ me

Fear and loathing of the hen-pecked is all that’s left of the flock, hen pen story.

Money, power, jewels, chattel like the good s#it that fell off of a truck, like new

Free trade of s#it that ain’t yours, fooled the ones who believed it’s all everyone’s

But it never was and never will be, AHO, forever just the ones in the narrow way

Rolling ahead, never backward, a little left & a bit to the right & what did she say?

What money can’t buy, drifting away from the holy spirit feeling of loathing & love

Immortal ghost departing & returning like a savior of the creator, WTH's this man

Fear of not being alive is imaginary fiction of 208 bones walkin below but not above

Left of the center all the way to the far right, balance in zeroed out void, all my love.

Disregard the feeling you registered when I brushed by your back, or did I kid

It may have been a cool breeze and not even a light touch, you wished I did

Ways and means are in your future, wishing gets you nearly anything you want

Whatever you need, if I’ve the power to procure, you got it, doggy idiot savant.

Line of hindsight, Nothing can’t be undone, it’s finished, that’s all folks, I’m glad

Love feels the same goin’ in and comin’ out, like a bleeding heart of mom & dad

Allowing the result of a moment of passion to run with the categorical imperative

Got whacked once I realized the prison guards were mere clones of Adam & Eve.

Nobody cares even if they found out the Truth about Existential presence, a flip off

Maybe I’m an abandoned orphan after all is said & done, whisper while playin’ golf

The Fairway and the Green are clear and read for approach, your only hole-in-One

Three bounces and a slow roll, like a song from a place that whiskey gets drunk, fun!

Bodies and spirits in conceptual analysis of subject and predicates slowin’ the roll

Hotshots move just life the nerds and misfits, they’ll fall down & die while in the flow

Grim look comin’ from inside you not inside me, I’m too high down lower than blow

Sky diamonds cut the Void up into eight pieces, 4 quadrants doubled rubber soul.

Hum and rattle like you know what you’re doin’ as I love U2 too, a riff of beauty blue

What I was lookin’ for, I didn’t know it but I had it in my hands, I dropped it too

Like a hot potato, my soul got burnt in Hades, froze at the North Pole of Earth’s dirt

Then it happened, accidentally I stepped on it, I tripped, I saw the queen, The Flirt.

Crisis playing out, creating something from a nugatory essence, out of our hands

Lie about mitosis, there’s a First Cause without a predecessor, an alien of Mother

Earth just a fake landing place for the getaway ship, evolution in a battle of bands

Deduct the tip, deduce the Ends, naked Truth pretending y’all fearless, oh Father!

by

r j j stephan, i

{ Written while jammin’ to @U2 #GodPartII https://youtu.be/TIrxVyZKuSg?si=9XwVJvSLK8M4lGb2 }

c. Lundi, June 9th MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST

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