#NotAmused #TotallyEdified #YouCanLeaveYourLidOn #BBQrednecks #RedneckWoman #WereRednecks #BrothersTillTheDayWeDie #ShortPeopleGotNobody #DeadMansCurve @JanAndDean #CrossroadsFestival #SlowHand

1969 SS Camaro 383ci (small block)

REASONABLE, LOGICAL, DEAD END

Gilded loins as if that wasn’t destiny for every single man & woman conceived

Love and the lack of it is the revolution and the orbit around blown fire-seed

Happy as a sad creation might be if the creator died or ran away with a spoon

Miles and miles of trials, piles of scat as high as a kite, not quite the old moon.

Dripping due to gravity or else everything would remain copacetic as the Void

Keeping in mind that everything is at the bottom of the big idea, Truth to avoid

Subjects and predicates come into view, don’t analyze the compost of menudo

It’s all going back to the original essence, cosmic egg-full of empty atoms’ GO.

Hints of the things only a blind man with a bitter taste and olfactory nonsense

Every single multiplication of zero times zero always equals the inevitable zero

Dot, dot, dot, dada, dada, dada is all nonsense but it keeps the beat & rhythm

Punks off the streets of America, north or south, Euro-Asian-African-Aussie vim.

Punched in the face feels like the way it did the day we were born, we saw light

We went toward the light unless cesarean, only then we got the shock to fight

For freedom and just good oxygen and water to drink as we collect & hunt food

Sailing seven seas or seven continents to roam, like a virus, mankind got so rude.

Eating most everything that’s alive that you don’t need to remain alive and well

Apes could paddle a raft around 7 seas until they’re all annihilated by ordinance

Pump up the rhythm and rhyme, required for the end of lives of our food, pray

Thank the stars above and the diamond dirt below, we survived “The Dance.”

Peers have none, they’ve been purged from the system, only zeroes & ones left

In an infinite recombination of acid, effulgence of subatomic particles, all Gluon

My old home ain’t home any longer, it’s what happens once abandoned for fun

Memory of what I forgot was meant to be, y’all wanna recall, The Day Y’all Die.

Invoices paid, shredded back to zero, nothing to show but a pitiful pile of cash

It ain’t worth more than a pot full of gold, at least the one you smoked, a dash

Freedom from death isn’t an option, you ate the dead things, you’re capitulate

Mer, way Marie, Jojo fallin’ out fenetre, Al-Rob exit stage right, twins two too.

9 steps for the slinky to spring on down to the bottom of the case, bottom’s up

Like it or not, the transportation by air, rail, interstate motors & ships all phuq’d

Little eyes and tiny eyes lookin’ up at the mommies and daddies to see what it is

Nobody knew & couldn’t say, all pretended to be wise, a myriad of actual #Jizz.

Pioneers and the facts of life they went by in their everyday lives are now extinct

Until the last drop of blood, they fought battles and wars for irrational reasoning

For the king & the queen, for the people, for the proletariat all in vain, “X’s” gold

Needing nothing & wanting every byte is good, bad & ugly, leaf substance rolled.

Seed breaks open into the atmospheric space, husk disappears & reverses roots

Gravitational collapse rules override the power of the will, we’ll all be in cahoots

With the power that is, powers that be, we can’t go wrong, we have the answer

Hold Earth’s last breath if you can, you’ll fail that fool’s mission, glad I knew her.

Broken wing can’t fly without the other one, pitiful to know, death’s one’s Fall

Nobody gets any choice to get out of here alive, my girls and wives all crazy Zen

Inner or outer space have no essential difference, then your presence dims it all

Awareness of being awake and getting tired, falling asleep, dreaming It AGAIN!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, November XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini #HighNoon

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @RandyNewman LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/wR0D6HJms8w?si=0RNZ7GFPP5axCElz }

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My Dinner With Andre #SaveMeFromThisPrison #HelpMeGetAway

SHORT PEOPLE & GOLD AMOUR

In and out of Gold’s same thing over and over again, ad infinitum, it’s matter & form

Moved the unmoved mover over to the left then over to the right, final dropped worm

Like a hit of LSD-25, grubby little fingers want to get their hands on it, it’s all a trip too

From the beginning to the end when you come back to your Earthly mind, God blue.

At the end of the universe, your consciousness blinks and it’s all over, ain’t no heaven

Believe me or believe a stranger who wrote a bunch of words in a foreign tongue, in Zen

Lies and Truths told together and mixed into a cornucopia of daily menudo for mamas

And papas who raise the tiny taxpayers, teachin’ them how to lie, it’s no problem, Roz!

Hills left, foothills and mountains with piles of trials, full of smiles and tears of heaven

Heroes and villains swap stories and get to the end before you fall asleep in bunkbeds

Short people with little heads and little eyes, tiny feet keep short steppin’ on the get go

By the end of Time, we all run out of Space the day we die, or so I’m told, it’s all a show.

Reduce to my absurdity which is Life has meaning if you create one, if not, it’s a wash

Dime a dozen for lives on Earth, absurd to be here & have blind faith you’re immortal

Y’all ain’t, I ain’t, nobody ever was conceived & born on Earth, all mortality to quash

Dreaming, word for it, do due diligence, Truth is, yo’ mama wears combat boots, y’all!

Fooled the fools long enough, baby legs standing up for themselves, dirty, little-minded

Function of the calculus remains unseen, unknown & a byte of noxious scat, reminded

Hemp to make the rope and blitz the brain’s mind, lookin’ through smoke, it’s all a lie

Easy to see but not as easy to sell to the blind faith believer, gotta get ‘em really high!

On the way to the end of the Life you got lucky enough to partake of, take a deep breath

Blow out the hot air and take a bow, go down low to the place nobody can find at death

Behind eyeballs’ grey matter, ideas so invisible that they weren’t here in the first place

Chimera in sequence, appears to animate dead-air, God enjoy my moody phuq’n face.

Weirdo a way to be here & now, behaving with anti-social nasty, two little barefoot peds

Outside of the set of normal people, this set of outstanding moronic, idiotic holy scree

Mass making appearance as atoms conglomerated, form lookin’ visible ‘til it disappears

Soul is the form and shape the atoms glue to the side of reality, animated Matter in arrears.

Hope and Faith to yield the Charity required to remain at One with the chaos, understudy

Script is good but it’s not the reality of the dialogue, I’m takin’ over the whole show, buddy

You’ll see the light sooner or later, final gasp of air & last blink of light in the black Spaces

Ready, get set, daddy said to call him daddy, I did, you didn’t & now, alive, tickled all races.

Earth, a lonely ball of burned-out star left-overs, home to the livers & deadheads evolved

Dead meat is the food we eat, dead plants of a myriad of species, masticate & defacated

Holy host above & the other One that stays #DownLow, creative & impersonal as dead air

Pines & spruces, grow from seeds & burn to ash as the Ends of Big Bangs’ Cro-Magnon lair.

Riding through the ghettos in Cadillacs and Teslas, the gamblers and drug dealers strive too

Speak easy or be quiet, either way it’s the reality of things, forms of matter purple and blue

Hoodlums & saints full of grace came from the same place, woman’s dark, inner sanctuary

Now hear this, when I die there’ll be one less soul to pretend that holy God’s born of Mary!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 11-15-2025 A.D. @ 111 AMPST

{ Drafted in a ferocious style fully ½ asleep & jammin’ to #RetroJazzNight#SAXOPHONES&88’s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/c0FxvfHmzn4?si=-yrzJv3clL2xrKte }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

GODDESS' #420 ALLOTMENT FOOD STAMP PROGRAM EXODUS #ComeOverBaby @ChristinaAguillar #PortillosHotDogs420

WITHOUT OR WITH EVERYTHING ON IT 

Kill the lights and I’ll take care of the rest of the whole shebang, a clear dark hole

Fire down there in the hole, way down at the uttermost echelon of the smoke pits

Rising above the grave allotted to you & I, maybe above the urn or bag of dust bits

Rattle and hum as the vibration leaves the essence of what echo it left in your soul.

Hens and roosters resume it all every morning, matter and energy moving 24 ticks

Duration of a drone in neutral mode, out of synch with a digital orbit of cyberspace

Disintegrate after you’ve read all of the words over all of our heads, alien philosophy

Talking scat-speaking, no alpha or beta waves in the mix, from land to the blue sea.

Fear you and loathe me because I fear you, it’s self-loathing in a beautiful way, I say

As if that’s a possible world where it can survive the less than fit loathing every day

Remains to be seen, moving on from the conundrum without a solution, I’ll see & call

I’ve got a royal flush & you don’t have four aces, nothing’s wild, All the gold, I win it all!

Worth more than a penny from heaven, 16th POTUS retired billions of One cents’ copper

Made the inside and outside appear exactly alike, the difference is that one is more dapper

Outside is appearance of the thing itself, container of the inner sanctum effulgence in flux

Hard or soft to be rocked in the cradle of love with or without the skin & bones of dark lux.

Somebody to be a fool of another, speculation of the nature of beasts and their predators

Raw live killed and bled out to be burnt nearly into leather, cut into bits, masticated cores

Fission of the atoms in utero ready to implode and explode into smithereens’ tidbit “X”’s

No “Y”’s smithereens until they merge, intersect the acid in subatomic mix, big as Texas.

The topless bars wouldn’t work at all if everyone wasn’t so excited by a naked human form

It’s All the way that the species has survived, dancing provocatively to get knocked up too

Poor males way too young to comprehend a reason for their over-the-top malfunction zoo

Cradle of love is rockin’ back & forth, to and fro, as above so below, First Form was a Worm.

Ends come after the beginnings, logic and reason allow comprehension and assimilation blow

Pretend that you’ll live forever, that this life you experience is not temporal, not temporary so

It’s a permanent marker of breathing and moving in and out of trouble, be like a volcano flow

Nothing can stop the scalding hot effulgence but the freezing cold ocean-sea, God Earth Go!

You and I will get what we deserve or we’ll escape the danger before our karma gets a return

Always in debt for the nature of the created beast is bestowed the free will to choose all evil

Even the good as it is may be a mere illusion, that everybody knows must be rocked in cradles

Life will not be pretty without performing the creator’s responsibility, A bombs droppin’ hells.

Lack of love, pain and suffering & a ball and chain to heavy to carry another yard, MVP zeroed

Curfew honored, slept through the darkness’ 8 hours of pitch black, dreamt of birds that crowed

Easy rollin’ on a slippery slope, there’s what all goes in vain, shakin’ & rattlin’ all above I try to fly

Some girls and boys never get it, never win, the rest salute the trip, drop some kids & up & die.

Existentially metaphysical without being aware of the exercise in futility, on the A-Train at the L

Beat me up on the corner because I trusted the humanity to behave as I would, they did not, so

Left the neighborhood, went on to hide in the karate dojos of my trippin’ around here, job blow

No fools ever settled all scores, I win 1 to Nothing, anyway, it’s O & 2, batter-up, y’all go to hell!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, November 14^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while loopin’ #CradleOfLoveRock  @billyIdol link @ https://youtu.be/NCZuYS-9qaw?si=zn-raAD4r8r4CzAm }

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