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Tuesday, December 09, 2025

#HardKnocksOnSoftHeads #TheIdiots #ItIsDone

Cartoon character holding guns

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IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WABBITZ
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Scurry as the rats do as they scramble to live another day or a revolution in Earth’s spin
No probability that anyone alive on Earth will live forever in soul mortality without skin
Only you know like I know, we got lucy just this one time being conceived & deceived too
We won’t get fooled again for certain, there will be no other Time in Space, just say I do.

On or off of the tracks and roadways, only humans drive about to crash and die or maim
Winds blow & recognize that it’s the Earth flyin’ in a spin, the air is holding H2O to tame
Rivers and seas with the only H2O in that combination, iced pole to warm equator wind
By the time you die, you will not have discovered the meaning, immortal ghost not mine.

Your guns are loaded & you don’t miss a target aimed at, marksman aficionado, fanatical
From the adolescence through elder adulthood, protected by the badge of courage & pals
My friends and relatives covered my front and back as if they were also engaged in a sin
Original in a foreign garden, introduced in an original form and shape of matter’s skin.

Any color in Darkness is black, origin’s blazing light of a shining star, hide or get burned
Bringing a knife to a gunfight with people who can’t shoot a lick, all it takes to protect it
Life is a process of becoming awake to the nonsense & the gist of the whole shebang too
Read all about it, newspapers, periodicals, magazines, e-zines & symbols, all full of an It.

Spirit ghosts entertain the illusory effect of watching matter move, animated by a whim
All mere mastication & defalcation after the Life within the matter is energy of mind dim
Crying and stomping your feet until the way is mired in mud, blood and beer out of cans
Aluminum as its cause of cancer effects, ignored & proved to be true lies of dim attic fans.

You may be starving in the heartland or on the borders, north, south, east and far west
You were conceived by morons and idiots who failed to enhance the species’ survival
In point of fact, they have introduced the seeds of extinction into the genome’s essence
Trouble with your censorship of free speech? Nazi-Europe #DigitalServiceAct is dense.

POTUS’ Al Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to proper recipients or forever forgotten
Ol’ Alfred needs insider information, nothing is more important than all the verboten
High as the tallest building on Earth, as the highest mountain on the planet, God’s den
Scouts reconnoitered polar vortices North to South, equator trips of the bounding main.

Fill her up I thought my father meant the girl I was takin’ out to eat, he meant the tank
Always empty upon my dating return, father full of patience for his 1st born driver bank
Wrecked a couple of his vehicles, sorry pops, never bought him that Lamborghini I know
All in my mind I did, he’s drivin’ on the expressway’s bumper to bumper traffic Chicago.

Real time and real space, here and now, this seems to be all there is, no heaven or hell
If I turn out to be wrong, I don’t GAF, I served the Catholic masses in church, I got grace
So much I could share it with the masses of unfortunates, but I won’t, I was the good one
Men & women young & old died in the skirmishes and battles of a world’s B.S. wars, son.

Doves flew, ants marched & all was well until WW3 B1 bombers dropped a motherload
Imagination is fired up, manufacturing more things than a divine godhead, kids’ grow’d
Into the adulthood & the trips the ghosts that leave the bodies we go into, dream overall
Think egg & flagellates you may have been, yet only One made the grade, Life’s a Bawl!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 12-9-2025 Anno Domini at 111 PMPST
{ Cribs the infants move and fear to fall from are #WayGone, hence drafted this while ’ to guffawing to #MontyPythonHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q0CJ7k99mso?si=K5JvsSDscYxmPC7p }

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, December 07, 2025

The Day That LIVES In Infamy December 7th 1941 @PearlHarbor #GodBlessOurMilitaryHeroes 12-7-1941 AD #DownSouthJukin @LynyrdSkynyrd

ALL GAVE SOME,
 SOME GAVE IT ALL

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By George, I think you’ve got what it takes to ascertain the reality afoot here
Colors to the blinded by the light animals on Earth, virus to women and Man 
In general, my ol’ TV was an Admiral, my father was a sailor in the Navy too 
System of the four downs every series of plays toward the goal on a blue hue.

Deserving no attention from anyone with a lick of sense, you think, hence I am 
In your mind’s eye to digest the gist of a song I can’t sing in tune, tone deaf bam 
Zeroes in the dust we built the skyscrapers upon, so morons could go for Babel
They did it before, they did it again & they’ll do the infidel prophet’s liberty bell.

Keep it up, real, above board, no cheating on innocent & wild eyed’ E streets
Game with rules followed by some but not all of us, it being unfair to opponents 
Alleys so much easier to navigate both sides of two dead-end avenues, air I blow 
It’s the journey to the destination you & I elevate to empty Space of a Void expo.

No sights or sounds, just navigating vibrations of the stardirt below us, it’s doom
Not so much we have to inject into the history or the legend, hence, a holy tome
Every word of paragraph compilation, weaving a tale that appears to be fictional 
It’s a shred of the holy name, the arc of the covenant that we call, my Holy Grail.

Believe me without a choice to ignore the Truth in plain sight, all Life will die too 
In or out of the drive-thru lane, satiation occurs unless death’s afoot or the Blues
Shape, a formation in either a straight line to infinity or a circular bend meeting
Lower underneath the highest level above ground zero, passin’ touchdown king. 


Brought a knife to a gunfight, sharp and in stealth mode but not no silver bullet
Far away, yards from several to hundreds, rifle’s shells of gunpowder & lead shyt 
Pace is quick and slows down as the energy drains, it’s a thermodynamic theory
Heat expands and Cold contracts, it’s not personal, the way it is, is the way it is. 


Mirrors with the reflections you’d never know if the polished glass wasn’t gifted 
A la all gods or an accidental find of the gold & silver made out of the dead lead 
In every case, in or out of the darkness, eating dead plants & animals to survive
Defecating & defalcating until the cows come home to trip on legs without arms.

How many fans are fanatics who sit & stand for points shaved, wise, forsoothe
What I mean by the odds & ends are the random deductions from assumptions
Inductions aside, the truth of the premises yield the final production of a Truth
Recollection is required, bad memory cannot function as the first or third sins.

Been around a little bit, more than some and less than a few others, yet, I flow
As the stream moves north to south in the Northern hemisphere & vice below
South pole where nobody goes to vacation with the children and pets of Man
Completely spun into a frenzy, the wobble ceases & friction ignites the firemen.

Picked six or twelve in the material world where the odds are against the gods
Nobody anywhere at any time from the origin to dissolution of cones and rods 
Nothing to see here in any case, reality and fantasy merge into comic relief scud 
Imagine it, muddy H2O becoming an animate virus & bacterium, a meteor dud.

Now & again it will happen in the future as it has in the past, death wins battles
Either a war to defend imaginary nonsense or just insane mind of a damn killer
You can conclude the inevitable, nobody gets out of here alive, we’re gonna die 
Like your ancestors for the last several centuries as well as descendants on high.

Dream ends, eyes stare at Nothing as if it will change but it will not, it’s The End 
Thoughts from others who survive our corpus dillecti are without guilt to offend
Touchdowns, Home-runs, overtime last minute three exposes losers & winners
Here and Now is the By and Bye as above, so below, I will leave you with jitters.


by 
r j j stephan, i 

c. Dimanche, 12-7-MMXXV Anno Domini @1010 AMPST 
(December 7th Day of Infamy)

{ Kicked this out with @JonnyLangBand Live @Montreux 1999 video on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bb6wkH7g7zM?si=JWaPjOx_r5_SxynV}  & LIVE FOOTAGE OF PEARL HARBOR BOMBING BY THE JAPANESE ZEROES 7 DECEMBER 1941 LINK @ https://youtu.be/tvSz9jyJSgM #StateOfWAR } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?


Military soldiers carrying a casket

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Friday, December 05, 2025

Gods or alternatives . . . #BluesBrothers @ACDC #Jailbreak #AllInTheNameOfLiberty

 

UNTIL IT’S ALL GONE, GIRL

& . . . your point is . . .

Coming & going to where all of it came from in the 1st place Space
Peer groups and the corpses they’ve left behind, facts in the face
By the time you get to the reading of the words, right here & now
You’ll be too late through no fault of your own, it’s a roll of a die.

Nobody gets out alive, in or out of karma earned above or below I
Ego’s in the middle on a center path, eternity to infinity yet, I, My
Other than me, nothing matters at all, without me there’s no Life
I created it to destroy it, I’m chosen, a free blink & wounded wife.

Fair game when hunting season is hidden from a hunter’s 30:06
Bull’s eyes are the only space to aim, heart blown far over there
Moons up full & a new until Earth moves on, orbits to dark Styx
Then it’s gone girl, it ain’t never comin’ back except a nightmare.

Good or ugly as genetically progenerating exhibition of Speedos
No other way to promulgate the nature of a beast, UFO bush rose
Left off the seeds of extinction with the cause of creation, embed
Deeper acid, surrounded by cytoplasmic jazz, y’all are all dead.

Words are up, high as the leaves on a flower, up in smoke hybrid
Some property to dilate your pupils from invoked smoke, grew It
In ground, mud leftover, stardust from a Big Banger, so I’m told
Time is set in seconds, moving circular jerkin’ hand, NY minute.

Periods in synch with the moon contraption, all egg rotation sin
Extinction is a gender of a species away, eggs vanish, I am all in
No more needs or desires to live beyond Earth with 208 bones
Soul inside and a sole underneath each foot, all concept scones.

Better than a feather floating in the wind, nowhere to land safely
The sanity provides a respite from the heaven on Earth, it’s free
Immerse the awareness in One word, One sound, One syllable ‘E’
Original sins with no place to go, blues’ Blackjack, all dyin’ to be.

Deer in headlights, blinded without knowing death’s afoot, to die
Had a fit, whacked displeasure with reality out of Man’s apple pie
Knowledge and Wisdom fused with TNT & Nitro-Glycerin for Kix
Heaven & Hades, abstracted Reality as an accidental cosmic fix.

Going quick or for the long haul, either way all headed to finish it
Spots between the original & the final transformation are a #Hit
A hundred years down the road of a terrestrial spin, all gone, ye
Hear me, listen closely, lucky to be alive, just die & you’ll all see.

Singing, speaking, whispering & just wishful thinking, words UP
Down isn’t the way to the core’s being, it’s upward to It, the Word
Inside the signal, there’s the meaning to a hidden sensation bird
Tweeting tweets, calling for “X” to save the world in a China cup.

Got the message hidden in a cookie, my fortune is told in a quip
What’ll happen if it all remains as above, so below, stiff upper lip
We may be abandoned in the middle of nowhere, too Big Banger
Forms of Earth’s egos, blind eyes’ black, idiotic, moron splendor.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 12-5-2025 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Trapped until completed, listenin’ to #BluesBrothers schtick @https://youtu.be/CAaer1qNE2s?si=_TWwIh0GbvChQWWI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?