ROCKTOBER 6TH, BLOWN SUPEREGO #SheChangedHerMindWhenSheCouldntChangeMe #WhenTheSunGoesDownHot #SheFuckinHatesMe @PuddleOfMud

HEARD IT ON THE 'X'

Y'all may be right and I might be wrong or worse yet crazy as a loon, if indeed there's that

Then this Earth's existence may be a shot in the dark, whether alien or divine, the God shat

Upon us all and then left us high and dry, after the 12 packs there was just an empty bottle

Of the Jack or Seagrams, I held up my heart and soul for a ransom of infinity, full throttle.

Pecking order ass was clear, I was last but not least, hung over and hard up, for the duration

Kicked in the teeth like a leftover cadaver that can't return the blow, high IQ in full dissolution

Brought the goods form the bad and the ugly, they won't last more than a banjo pickin' mof'er

Pins stuck in the effigy, just a voodoo doll from the backwood Ozarks and southern Mississippi.

Doom in the trunk and the 396 cc's got ahead of me & the front end flipped backward, turn it off

I'd be the 1st one to find your hide in the hidden backwood of the brush, hidin' from the whoopin'

Books read made no matter at all, I can spell & read & make a million bucks in a minute of flippin'

Bring it all on like there ain't no tomorrow, no regrets & never a reprimand from the original sins.

My pine and spruce aftershave had to let it all be, close shave and out by the shorthairs, lucky to be

On the flipside, it's all dead air, there's a hit on one side, it's playin' in perpetuity, all perpendicular T

Gods moved, dead air flowed form the dimension to the heavenly bodies, but why, hillbilly deluxe

A little or a lot of homegrown, buds from the trees bigger than 7 feet tall, stank like the pol cat flux.

Nevermore for the rest of the time you spend here and there upon the dirty roads of Earth planet

Quiet and the noise that it cancels out is all there is, outer space is deeper than the Dark starlet

Hillbillies stirrin' it all up in the menudo, loud or louder than a deaf man can hear, in dead silence

Hair standin' up with the howl of the coyotes and wolves, shots from the 30:06 crackin' the fence.

Marvelous mavericks and the ilk that drove their parents to break-up & call it quits, you cried & died

For the love of might, the doctors and nurses can't come in or out of the room, the radiation is gamma

Green or infrared, the light heals and it executes the droppin' of dimes, while God cages the elephants

Pretty little things comin' one by one, from teens to the eighties, no rest for the wicked, it's nonsense.

Rest for the wicked, eyes closed for good, it was a fighting ghost, wanted my life for free, but he paid

All he had I took & sucked it into the mouths I had to feed, no holding back anymore, I wish I could

I won't sugarcoat the Truth, it's the nature of the beast, to eat everything & shat it out next thing laid

Made the kids with mouths to feed, starvin' and thirsty for the filler of the wicked, rest or unrest, dead.

Need a little lovin' and there it is everywhere around you, from Bambi to Carolina's kissin' in the dark

Home or away, I win every game because the rules can be broken only when I'm playin' in the park

Fishin' or swimmin' with the A-holes, it will end when it's time, six, three, four, five, seven, eight-nine

Late for the party but not too old to get the leftovers tucked into their beds, to dream or not to dream.

The deal is a 52-card pickup, just like the other games, you win some & lose more than not, it's 7-11

My time is up, there's not a moment left to drink in anymore pain, suffering or pleasure and bull dung

Lie to me, lied to you, it's nothing but the Truth, zero knowledge of the whole shebang, it's made-men

They know what they know, takin' it with them to the graveyards, 7 continents of living 'til neck hung.

On being you, well now, I report and you decide, so special like your mama & papa told you, you worm

Break the mold, broken down all 208 bones over 75 or just past the conception of an egg's verve sperm

Whoopin' a man's ass sometimes is all you can do, they don't listen to you or their mama or papa, good

Suntans and burns of the skin organ, makes it all worthwhile, feeling water, air & Space's suck mood.

Sweet concoctions as smooth as molasses goin' down the gullet like it's supposed to, one, two & down

Medicine for the ill-informed is the wisdom & knowledge gleaned from here within these old frowns

Beaten up and victorious in the finale, scars and tattoos for me in the pictures flickering on a movie

Run the complete film form beginning to the repetition's loud sound, become as One, the quiet finale.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER 6th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' ad infinitum to #DrinkALittleDrink #SmokeALittleSmoke by @EricChurch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XxWjtWONuGc?si=eNZVCdSB8bvpyvje }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Zeitgeist #TheBookOfEli #TheRascals #TheHeavy FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE PORTAL, FLATS AND SHARP DRESSED MEN ALA INIFNITY OMEGA''S ALPHA FAT WALLETS IN GOD'S PHILOSOPHER STONE

OVER THE H2O, GOD'S DAMNED SHAME SUNDOWNER SYNDROME

Everything is much hotter when it moves nowhere but behind the Earth's mud and blood, it's all cool

Completed in the fraction of a moment it took to think about the things themselves, all sex & candy

Everything else is just a ticket to the rides of a lifetime, talkin' Silver Streakin' on the Bobs' & Mice

Searchin' for my home sweet, it was there at Riverview at Belmont & Central or just throw the Dice.

It used to be with the philosopher's stones but I buried them in the empty lot they built a Mall atop

Engines of the Fire Department, Engine #99, philosopher's stone was there, I swear, I ain't no cop

If I was, I'd bust the tables, the tablets & the denizens who like to rumble for the final Time in Space

Hard roads to travel daddio, but also up on the Jove, I lost the thing itself, my best friends know it all.

Lead got turned into the gold that ain't nobody's fool, the engines are in the drone, infinity immanent

Spilled the last bottle of wine my grandpa made from scratch, we stepped on the grapes like in cement

Fools and sharp dressed men lookin' for love in the good, bad & ugly places, lookin' to get a girl in bed

To be or not to be, those babies in the eggs' pool, 2nd city had 'em all but then 50 states of me unfurled.

Finish at the happy ending, the hookers know the cash means everything, food & shelter of a lab rat

Monkeys look like us, their feet are like hands to catch the branches to be climbed, limb by limb that

Mirrors have no reflection of the crime in the streets, asphalt or country dirt, above and below the line

I know, you know, they know, we all do what is necessary to survive another day, above the Stop Sign.

Justice of Socrates and Plato remain while they're all gone, we're still here but things will change it all

Things like magic overrule the good, bad & ugly, it's the color of blackness' blues, deep or shallow fall

From the high-dive or just off of cliffs of the 1970's, when I was a kid, had no kids, just me & AM radio

Flashbacks to 1972 & on to the day after tomorrow in 2027, favorite stations, WLS & WCFL Chicago.

Saw a Led Zeppelin and that was the best of all the days before & after, still haven't crashed, I'm blown

Rocks rolled down the foothills and made me hard as the liquor I gleaned out of the Mash, no i-phone

Had to find a payphone, Mother Bell helped us talk from far away, all across the planetary dead air lies

From the Alpha to the Omega place in Space, above or below the mud, blood & beer, Truth's surprise.

Before and after we all get conceived and deceived, it'll never be the way it was before, a Void emptied

Of light and grace form the divine being of a ghost, one or thirteen, they'll be here-there, gods all bleed

Stupid idiots and morons without language signals, to warn and beware of the dogs of war, once bitten

Scars and tattoos cover it all up so well, nobody can see the thing itself, what you are is what I am, a sin.

Mortal one watchin' the revolution of the wobble and orbit of the star called my sun, handcuff I've worn

Between Volkswagens and Cadillacs moved my bones and all of our gangs' forms' shapes, graph porn

Deadheads still alive, hangin' on for the days that are gone forever, wasted time in the ragtop of my papa

My longhair or bald head divulged the philosophy of existence, a lucky guy my dad, thank you mama!

Jump out of the flyin' craft, missed the ocean's raft, swam upon the salted H2O, I ran out, couldn't sing

Sunk down below the surface to feed the whales & snakes, all there ever was, not a damn one, nothing

Beer and Spirits keepin' the combination locks secret from 14 to 94, then we released all of the hounds

Picked the blackberries in the foothills, walked barefoot on the asphalt from Cool to Pilot's Hill ground.

Be kind to every soul, they've arrived on Earth to assist the cosmic asphalt, God & Man just a ritual job

What's a UFO, it's unidentified because the zones open & close without a trace, I earned it, hence I rob

Wisdom and knowledge inside the infant-baby that results, form a climax of wicked & wise ring a bell

Proof of Life, proof of Death, gateway form volcano entrance to the bottomless pit on the way to a Hell.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 4th, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Crafted in utero 76 years ago not in Yo Mama!  While listenin' to THE @TowerOfPower LIVE, #OaklandStroke https://youtu.be/CVbeMyQaH1Q?si=jFlL9TKbUrglSPSN }

A  MILLIONAIRE, ' I GOT A WOMAN WITH EYES THAT SHINE, 

DOWN  DEEP AS A DIAMOND MINE  ' 

TURN THIS MUTHA OUT! GONE WITH THE UPTOWN FUNK~~ BUT WHAT IS IT? A HOLLOWEEN SKELETON Projector All In My Head #AlmightyTemptations

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SIMPLE MIND, NIRVANA OR P.O.W.

In the name of God, Buddha or whichever almighty power makes this world turn in perpetuity

You will always be what we shall always be, a burning state of atoms, in multiplicity fury

On or off of the grid, the system remains viable until the Singularity beckons the debtor zero

Paid back in full, in solvent state of being neutral and solid as a blown soap bubble, our hero.

Content with the contents of the whole shebang, facts of life and death have no aftershock rain

Details and the lack thereof highlight the greatest show on Earth, crack of dawn is a wobbling

Ears saw what the eyes heard, the nose up in the air to ignore, all tastes of spoken, conjugation

Finale as in the first appearance of the dark, unmoved mover soon to revolve & be in orbit, son.

Cut the fur off of the minks & fox so the labor was shared & profits were divided inoculated

If and only if the conditions between us are equitable, then we'll all get double-dang dated

Fearless and hammered but we all know that it could be worse, maybe double downed ink

Tattoos all over from head to toe, inside eye-lid or just part of the android M.O., it's workin'

Now or never, the bums & junkies come out of the different places where I work too much

It's complicated like a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes after you'd quit for 666 months too

Camels my dad smoked while driving a truck, workin' for 6 kids & a wife's mother, an in-law

Dream ended the second a noise awakened the sleeping skin & bones, surreality in the raw.

Bobbers in the pond, goin' up and down, as if tryin' to exhibit the stress of bein' on the hook

All for the family who needed to consume a swimming body of scales & bone, fishin' crook

For trout, salmon or tuna, the rules are to heat it up & throw it down, BBQ or a hot fry pan

Smelling the frying, baking what bodies need to stave off the starving & dying in goon pain.

I saw what you've seen and it's the same television broadcasting in stereo, Truth be told too

Weather outside is cloudy & storming or sunshining through the dark skies, made the fool

Nothing a mother did, nothing a father did, something karma required of the too blue soul

Therefore, I think I'm wastin' my time with or without you inside of my head, a black hole.

Conspiracy to fool the good, the bad & the ugly into the specious idea that you're special

More than anyone who has ever or will ever live on Earth, you know I'm the One in Hell

Mighty mice and super men looked and discovered it underground, in the red or black dirt

Rocks hard due to the Big Bang cuttin' loose on the empty Void, made God be yet a Man.

Beggin' and bein' all in for the ride, never too young to love, babies do it, old ones relish it

Cryin' for the drink of mother's power in the teats, it felt good, but they weren't your mom's

Your babysitter or girlfriend, pushin' your face into their lap, I have a heart, lost my breeze

You mama never fed from the breast, you got the formulated plastic nipple & bottle 10 ozs.

Bouncin' balls stop due to gravitational collapse into the surface, ground of being at One

Accused of being too young to understand when it was furthest from the whole Truth, son

Nothing but the Truth, so help me God, I ain't wastin' any more time, it's not what I can do

I bled the verve out, brain seized, heart squeezed, pump by pump, peanut gallery angel blue.

Knives and shotgun shells keep the laws followed; we'll hang 'em high in marketplaces et al

Invoice me, I've got no silver or gold, no money, nothing to trade, nothing to offer any of y'all

Faith to stand the ground underneath your feet comes from your parents, orphans get gipped 

The folks who should have killed each other, let well-enough alone, now extinction's gunship.

Pills make the world go around, without the pills, the species extinction is immanent, to wit

Days and nights trip in the wobble and twirl, around the star that burns until it's a black hole

Dreams end, you wake up and remain woke for a moment until the light turns on, school time

1st to 16th grades, torture the babies' minds, knowing it only took two to make it on a dime.

Lost knowledge is the wisdom of this world's wives and husbands, drivin' the turnpike's line

I played my part, you played yours too, in the bar, the flies get hungry for the hearts' so fine

On the juke box, the notes & lyrics program you & I for the rest of the night, we're all alone

For a New York minute, a sweet bed you made just for me, I'm the number on your cellphone.

Flyin' or floatin' above grounds of being, it's inhumane, it's dreams and below air underfoot

Coffins, caskets, urns or just dusted bones scattered on a dot in the Void stretch, got the boot

Mysterious matter in the form energy takes, a gravitational collapse of the divine funk-junk

Hear me?  Repeat ad infinitum, what it is can be very funky, captive Truth, I call it all Bunk.

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

BY

R J J  STEPHAN, I

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER 2nd MMXXVI A.D. @ 911 PMPST

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