#TheIsleyBrothers #TheBluesBrothers #BelushiAndAckroyd #ACDC #SoulStripper in a #LedZeppelin #Mothership @Santana #LostTapesCarlosSantana MCMLXXI (1971) #DICE @AndrewDiceClay

WHERE CHAMPIONS ALL BET

 ON ONE GENIUS’ DECLINE

Burnt offerings are the only way to sacrifice the fortune of the lucky and well-off

Meaning nothing but you’re on a ride to see what the luck of the draw for you is

Possible and probability limited to the odds of all of the galaxies rollin’ in synch

After a Big Bang of everything gas, liquid & solid, Time is left drainin’ down a sink.

What is Past used to be the Future until it turned into the Present for a split second

Then getting ready for the Future to run out of Presence, unable to reincarnate fun

This must be the recreation of the gases that we embody, mutated into a fool’s soul

Owed nothing once born, but parents & their substitutes, kin or stranger not foul.

Sharp knife and sword for the battle to dispatch more than 40 to 1, I being the only 1

As if it was easy to do, it was not, special technique that is unteachable yet all I have

To be or not to be, I know nothing is true beyond a reasonable doubt, absolutely zero

Fear and loathing of the facts of life prevented my parents divulging that I am The Hero.

Of, by or without my essence, faux world continues to spin & wobble, my holdout chips

Mortal, too human, a gas sucker & liquid iron bleeder, consumer of dead & gone atoms

Pretending to be normal is easy when every single thing is the same, you, me and things

Wishing three times or a million stabs at the dream to come true, in the end, bell rings.

Cutting and slicing the thin skin & arterial network into microchunks of all too human gibs

Burnt cross hair in the BBQ flame, watched the skin and bone like the chicken wings & ribs

Played the horseshoe throw and drank the Kool-Aid until my tongue turned green & orange

Ready or not, I prematurely came to a conclusion, #OrangeMan created of yellow & green.

Slappin’ the bass, ticklin’ 88’s while the lead & rhythm fills in the beats of beatnik Godsends

Party line on my landline and my i-phone’s laser focused on promulgating infant safety pins

Crossin’ the lines that are imaginary in the first place and then returning back to the origins

Matter & Energy were squared into tachyons, matrix bent & now y’all can just get the Benz.

Playing the games with the rules that cannot be broken by any human on Earth, just winning

Every time no matter who the opponent is, they’ll fall to the winner, always a loser whining

As if they could compete with the master, being the pretender as above, so below, so grim

Sudden impact of a kiss, of lips while my eyes were wide open, didn’t wanna trip a scrum.

All of the above and neither the whole Truth nor nothing but the Truth applies, it’s above law

Before good and evil were mutated out of a divine love for creating forms from nothing new

Lies & the reverse can be good, bad or ugly, progenitors all teenagers of low IQ, deficit chit

They’re thrust into being in close proximity, school strangers, it’s promoting intimate shyt.

After a century, the hosts have perished & left progeny to seek survival or extinction’s price

Life as we know it, nobody’s ever known any difference as the 1st peoples had evolved RNA

Assuming the best and the worst is better than the alternative being lost in deep Space play

First of all, Nothing ever produced anything, things come from things not from Nothing ice.

Murder happens before you eat something, alive moments or weeks before, monster hands

Tell me eating and defecating is anything other than a cover up for defalcating the hero fans

Minced meat used to be bloody muscles and organic matter of Earth forms, alien’s cosmos

Drunk & full of dark hubris within caused by all that is outside, evil is live backwards, Moe’s.

In the final theory we may glean from the assimilation of every point of view, full spectrums

From light’s ultraviolet waves to the infrared frequencies gleaned from audio-visual scrums

Allstar provides light in darkness, “1” is 93 million miles from all It’s souls, a solo Halloween

Dawn rolls, dusk tolls & so it goes, ad infinitum until It infinite trips, a sad girl’s finale scene.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVI^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Created this Thing from Nothing that preceded the essence of It, while jammin’ to @Everlast #SadGirl & #BlackJesus #PrideOfATattooTear stuck in a pearl white El Dorado, Cadillac rolls like a tattoo tear on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#ThisIsHolloween #WhatsUpWithJACK #ThreeAmigos #TittiesBar @JohnKennedySenatorUSA #CortezTheKiller #GovtMule #Thorazine

OUT OF NOWHERE AT ALL

Now and then you’ll feel the pain and suffering that return after the guilty 6 pack pleasures

Grim Reaper and the Ghouls all hopin’ for the worst, tryin’ to keep us out the Eden Garden

No actual experience can substitute for the eternal memory to recollect the tears for fears

From the alpha males to the omega females, loud noises from the music and party beers.

Stood up by the chicks, stalked by the chicks, found out a long time ago what it was about

Just pairing for the genome, a little masquerade for the good and bad actors, see no evil

All about the beat of the drums and rhythm of the brass and strings, melody to die for too

Stay alive if you can although it’s all out of your hands, it’s destiny in the red, white & blue,

Bringing you down to the place where nobody can get to without me, you’ll be safe & sound

No reason to end a life or steal your heart and soul, no rational argumenta square or round

Here and now, please and thank you in advance, I’ve got a point but I used it too much now

I had to get it all down before my last huff & puff of breath, I’m 74 & ain’t goin’ back to blow.

No boy and no girl could ever bring me around to obedient friendships, hook, line or sinker

Hence, alone as it ought to be for one who doesn’t want to alter One’s timing to reoccur

As if it makes any difference at all, you’ve gotta act on the solutions of the matter & forms

All about the x’s & o’s and the formulae for success in the middle of red dirt and worms.

Beating the proverbial dead dogs until they begin to bark once again, that never happens

In the end, the finale curtain comes down and it’s all over for the thermonuclear weapons

Whiskey and wine flowing inside the veins, doin’ just fine until I pass out to the light beers

Sliding on the strings, thumping on the ‘four’ alphas to omega, volume of gods amperes.

Debt and death will kill all of us who are all too human, male, female, teen to an elder one

Everybody must leave if they’ve come, know that even ones not here yet won’t be sooner

Than later but it will be what happens, mortality is existence, before, during and ever after

Burnt ashes or formaldehyde drunk, no corpse will rot in a dirty grave, spirit & a grace pun.

Living right with my pants on so tight, well that’s another story, it’s safe in this chain gang

Lookin’ around and around 360 degrees from a place in Space I’m at, been here, don’t that

Drop the pedal and go down or up the freeway in a Cadillac or a Lincoln, it’s a drop top too

Pink & black leather you can get a whiff for a flash, giving a hoot is what it took to get blue.

Take the sheet off your face and respect yourself, stand up for your principles, love we must

Each and every friend, every human in and out of prisons, think they’ll steal your gold dust

They will and the they’ll lose it on the way to the store, no mindset, brainless & moronic fool

Inherited from random recombinant DNA without intent to become injected, all screw tool.

Participles and deponents I use in my prepositions and interjections of conjunctions I got

All mirror the record of my subconscious deposition of mind stuff trapped within since a tot

Listened to the big people, they told me to study their thoughts and words, I did, then what?

Right to the top of the heap of soul men who tried to tell the Truth to the downtrodden scat.

Rivers flowed from mountain tops of snow as it melted & got the moves of inertia & destiny

All the way to the end of high ground, continental shelves of dead star stuff, man-sand free

Face-off, tip-off, play ball, kick-off whatever floats your boat, if you need a little lovin’ call

On me or someone else to hug you at home, call me on the telephone, dial 634-5789 to fall.

Love takes it to the ends of good times, when it’s over, you’re either dead or she’s all gone

Scat happens to humans just like the rest of creation’s creatures, no special naked apes

Have a rip-roaring good time while you can, just don’t, you’ll never do it, pound sand screw

Go out to the club downtown and do the shotgun, no reason to rob the ones who’ll cut you.

Broken but repaired like brand new, more powerful than before this moment of soft rock

Hard rocks come first & then become high frequency, low wavelength psycho-sicko stock

Round or just an open angle of lines, perpendicular to the underground of being, that is Id

What it means, blind faith is a tool to avoid psychosis, my dad told me too, I am, The Kid!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, X-XXIV-MMXXV Anno Domini  333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TittiesBeer on a loop link @ youTube @ https://youtu.be/txjrVXONBVE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?