TRIBUTE TO THE US MILITARY COMPLEXITY @SecDef @HeartTheBand #ACDC #TittiesBeer #TwoForOne

HEART   @NancyWilson   @AnnWilson

GLIDER EXPERIENCE CUZ SHE WAS

GONNA GLIDE to heaven WITHOUT ME

If and only if y’all know where I’m comin’ from, gotta cool off and pause it all!

Rockin’ one end of the slow roll, ear to the ground to see the beat, feel It all up

In & out of a dream sequence as if Reality as it is, was & will be as it is forever

No offense but I have a defense and it’s in order, daddy called me a free rover.

Knowing about me, his first-born son was about all a poor innocent man in a fix

As if it never happens to anyone else but me, I can’t tell you the secret but it’s tricks

Cards or die, many games to play and avoid gettin’ cut, shot or beat up real bad, so

Keep your hands close to your vest, full house aces over deuces or not, winner blow.

Peace and suffering seem to go hand in hand but there’s no reason that it’s inevitable

You know how it is on the highway, drivin’ blind all night, moon straight ahead of hell

I got the moonshine outside & inside so the next stop is the last stop, I gotta take a pill

Downtown from the capitol on the east side by the river, tulle fog’s rollin’ in, rings a bell.

My sleeves are rolled up and my boots are pulled up high enough to get closer to home

It’s always something, if it’s not this, it’s that and if it’s not that, it’s this, wag the gnome

Comedy of sadness & tragedy of total, absolute zero gravity is in order, yet out of order

From tips of toes to tops of bone heads, it’s difficult, all but impossible to cross a border.

Become invisible in plain sight, a sprinkle of magic dust that causes mutant subatoms

All above & below to be or not to be, philosophically a treatise on Halloween phantoms

As it turns out, we’ve all been deceived about Life, but a dream in a row boat buttercup

Show got on the road as scheduled, Time went lickity-splitly, in a ditch the sun came up.

Don’t dare aim a round at the messenger, it’s your fault you’re easily duped by the clown

I don’t care what your amendment says, I’ll disarm the threat & stow weapons in arrears

Your S.O. takes you for a fool, treats you mean & cruel, it ain’t a fault, it’s no love for you

It’s nothing personal, just the way it is, chips are fallin’ but I think she’s leavin’, sure do.

Grooved deeply into the record, it’s spinnin’ on the turntable makin’ a good day in Hell

It wasn’t before but it is now antithetic to heaven leakin’ out on a planet’s star dust pall

Apes look like the naked homo sapiens but there’s a sign, they are incapable of being fair

This here, indeed is the planet of the apes, we ain’t worthy to be of the land, sea and air.

If I tell you a secret and it makes you feel foolish, promise not to hold it against me, OK

If so, here’s the lowdown, you & I can hide eyes that lie and still get the gist of what I say

Herd behavior is associated with every step and move that we all make, the middle path

Open to all who enter willing to become awake & recall the mighty Oneness, the wraith.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 10-19-2025 A.D. @ 333 PMPST

{ Crushed these words out of the kiln while jammin’ to @TheEagles #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hC5qDyrhirU?si=cAUN7wsNbtzOd68A }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

IF YOU DON'T, WHO WILL? #JustDoTheThing #UpDownAdInfinitum @LittleBigTown #BetterMan #IMissYouTooBaby #IAintBetterThanIAM

 @ac/dc

FLY ON THE WALL 

DROP A TOP,

TURN THE T.V. OFF 

March in cadence to the rhythm and beat of the mothers who made your fathers

Killed the switch and stole all the jobs that needed to be done, now they’ll just fly

If I get by & you get by barely without me but it’s better than not, I ain’t gonna lie

Dip & dive in the struggle & we all barely get by on the lie, it’s time to relax or die.

Sweet hustle grown flowers out seeds made in Outerspace, TYVM y’all astronauts

Zero gravity does something special to the RNA, evolves a genome while in bouts

With the killers and eaters of everything that lives, if it don’t stink, boil, fry & bake

It will all be good with on sale, sugar & spice, makes death taste like clever ideas.

I know the rules, you break the regulations and get harpooned, loose & free whale

No offense but you can’t roam free any longer, man has submarines & lotsa waste

Scars leftover the healing to recover a recollection of how I avoid accidental caput

Little Miss America got a scar, right there on the wrist, haunting the hillbillies I cut.

All in playful fun, just kiddin’ or I’m not, I can’t even tell you the Truth, I lied

That I am here and now and will be then and there, false statement without proof

Can’t prove the false is true, ever, not in a million years, begin with Socrates’ goof

Tutored the children, boys & girls, to question everything, survive the Truth, I died.

Like a Buddhist play 3-D chess I like it or not, with my baby girl, she came over too

My house was always an open front and back door, we’d have fun with the tunes

Fire up the grill, begin the party, sip on Tequilla, jump in the pool, hopeless no mo

Alarms all goin’ off when you arrived, over at my house, happens every time, bro!

Villains have there place in Space and it’s not for you nor I to command obedience

That’s all up to the command of a Doing Unto Others, you got her pregnant, dunce

Grateful that I lived 50 years longer than I thought I’d live, long time to be faithful

Son of a gun’s path I’m on continues without end, ad infinitum, what a damn fool!

Better off alive than dead, one way street on a dead end, love counter-revolution

Last breath to choke your face into the inside of your bloody skull, it doesn’t bleed

Did you hear money talkin’, all foreign language of extra-terrestrials, sit down son

Blocked, I played with them in the living room on the block, a dead-end land deed.

Sights without light are neither things nor places, no light lit, there are no people

Persons are legit only while alive, when dead, corpses are nothing but a holy Hehl

Fast or stopped in tracks for eternity, in and out of my mind, ain’t worried, I G.A.S.

Money maker makes the babies, abuse is takin’ the action without havin’ a blast.

Mile or two down the road, every single sane teenager wants to GTF out of Home

Parents good to get ‘em to go early & often & without you, ween ‘em off of Rome

Word up & down like a teeter totter you can’t stop from its repetitive motion skip

There ain’t no tomorrow, some of us live & give, some die and some take on a flip.

Busted with empty pockets and no notion about survival of the fittest, stoned junk

Pray after you sin to apologize & opt out of a next time, you know you, it’s The Fall

Travel coast to coast, pole to pole, 4/5 H2O & a 1/5 @JackDaniels ol’ blacker funk

My lady America, on the other hand, winning it all, it’s mother of all, even in Hell.

Subtraction of the grief and addition of the glee, happiness is no fear of death flip

Soul wasn’t here before ma & pa met for the intercourse, shattered the peace blip

On sonar from conception to my own demise, alone without anyone else’s karma

Gathered the scattered pieces in One place in Space, raped ovum in #MyMama.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XVIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Kicked this jam out while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/x8c1GDzdf8Y?si=nh98JNYPLMtmyNCS

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STRIKE THE POSE

@MADONNA

@TheRaider  @LasVegasRaiders

@PABLO_PICASSO

#SimpleManComplexRiffs #GodDogGog #JiggerOfNaCl #MariaMaria

CIRCA 2012 A.D., MY   FINAL  DAY  OF  LABOR ABOVE

 RETIRED  @DCA COMPLAINTS   OF   CONSUMERS

#Maria @NobelPrize

ROLLIN’ ROCK UP A HILL,

STONES DON’T RUN DEEP AS ROOTS

/\/\/\/\/\/\/RNA\/\/\/\/\/\/

Lookin’ around 360 degrees from the place in Space that you stand, spin about & comply

With the forces of gravity and centrifugal force, ego and the trippin’ Id ain’t gittin’ out alive

Nobody ever did nor ever will, immortality is the antidote to the fear of death, out of mind

Hard Truth divulged by the fathers of your mothers or the church, orphan-priveleged kind.

You come into this world as it is, every continent is the same, dirt of Earth & Fire’s hot Wind

All Time here and now has been comprehended by the astronauts who escaped it to find

There’s all there is right here & now, we got luck of the draw and our daddies sold the node

That all the mothers and fathers before them were descendents of the dead, gods allowed

Lucky day to day, alcohol covers up the desolation and hopelessness of the booby prizes

What you get when you got nothing to give, receiving empty holes of the infinite vacuum

Country or city dirt matters not a twit, on or off of the “X” you know it is what it is & that’s it

Last gasp of air you & I take is the feature you know is an eye opener, it’s cadaver stank s#it.

Turkeys can’t fly and neither can any other game we will shoot and eat, arrow or lead shot

Messages for all who can decipher the code, it not, the gibberish is embedded in crotch rot

Love to live and die every chance I get, just a spirit or angel with invisible wings, not in flight

Will be eventually, the nature of the beast is set in stone code, no mutation, nobody’ll fight.

Mountains climbed, oceans floated upon and navigated underneath, end of days, night all

Muffed up the perfection, what the supernova blew away 93 millions miles from the B-Ball

Learned and ignorant of the essential iota of the Real, ride or slither but don’t walk, y’all run

As fast as your feet can stride, if you fall, just tuck & roll to avoid the pain, it’ll be a lot of fun.

Prepare or just go into the muster without a clue as to what to do, when to do it in corn rows

Death is immanent if you know survival is tenative, depends on a self-defense & hunt blows

Think about hunger ‘tween the hunts, never while an action needs perfect timing, fishin’ too

On the lure, hooked for supper, fire cracklin’ & pot of java smokin’, it’s the Thai-Stick of blue.

Bleeding air as if you’re an inflated rubber tire, rollin’ on borrowed tread from the Good Year

Blight of disease caused the flight of the birds and geese, people followed too late, hot fear

Deceived to stay for the party, it was a trap of the ants without the ants, stayed for the party

Music and fun stop at sunup, nothing but a memory & hangover, I am both Spin and Marty.

Mom and pop were high school honeys, I know who my daddy was, I got his DNA in a T-cell

Drunk or not, the father who made you gets the credit, one chance to get to Earth, it’s Hell

But the alternative is dead-air in outer space between galaxies and volatile-inert flabbergas

Know the Unknown intimately so you can enlighten the ignoramouses about to blow Mass.

Treat them like your sisters and brothers who can’t speak your language, you know a smile?

Eyes without fear, full of shocking admiration, then inner persuasion and a shot of whiskey

All at once, everything comes together, never showed my nude skin and bones, got the key

Fits right in my lock, soul’s in lock-down and the combination is 0-right, 0-left, 1, 2 & then 3.

Glass of wine, sipped in a twilight darkness of a summer sky, Sierra High, asleep honeybee

Sudden impact of the meeting dawned at sundown, impressed from One to Twelve thirty

Needed a half hour of down time to recover the fee for the trick pension in a parking meter

All for me, in the family, soft & sweet downtown, smiles from here to there, Earth ain’t dirty.

Death is the finale of the beautiful dream you’ve either dreamt being aware it was a dream

Or you had no inkling that being awake was being alive, upright in the sleepwalk of a meme

Played you like the fools play the freaks for what they are, anomolies of fathers in a dress

Come and gone with the wind, cool breeze leaving a copy of failure or accidental success.

Workin’ and playin’ with the values of Earth’s dirt & rocks, piled up to the hilt of the banks

Completed the trip, it was indeed over when it was over, there was no doubt, we are tanks

Of wisdom and knowledge of how to survive in the middle of the Void, enhanced RNA cued

From above and so it is below, seen & heard like this, dream big, live large, history imbued.

Down the old dirt road was the beach at the creek at the end of a puddle left of deep lakes

Saturday night is every damn day after high school graduation, factory work, biweekly paid

Dates until the pregnancies of two or three of my girlfriends, it couldn’t be all of it, RAID!

Well the tests came back & now I’m positive, all them girls takin’ me down, welfare fakes.

Rest until you get to the final resting place, you might want to do-it-yourself or fishin’ jiggers

For the ones left lookin’ at what you left behind, keep mementos & trash the rest in a dump

Classic car keys all sold for a million bucks, split between the two old boys, necessary ump

All’s said & done for fortune & fame, over & out, movie stars, fool’s gold diggin’ sand niggers.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CsiEicpZWbY?si=LjDU6ZSugBsoEuiL }

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