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LOWER THAN A RIDER OUGHTA BE

Whether you like it or not, the point is to absorb the origin & final destination of this darkness

Inside of your mind’s eyes, in your heads between your eyes twixt temples of solar archangels

Harbinger of the way you’ll see eventually, the middle path from here to over there, far away

From here and anywhere else a star shines in the galaxies of the universe, cry tears in the day.

Me and you knew it would be just like this before our parents even met, up to us & only us all

Paradise mountains tonight or sometime soon, above or below the bow of where y’all bawl

Adam fell down when he tripped on some chemically induced hallucination of real things’ Ids

It matters if Energy is spontaneous or a chain reaction from a Big Bang, Dark Matter’s my kids.

Warring at Peace fills in for the accidental collision that created life as we know it, astro dues

Nothing is outside of the Earth that we can get to with our minds, bodies and souls, get blue

No rocket or flying saucer defying naturally universal laws undefined, we’re stuck gettin’ high

Proverbial of course because in the end, last couple of breaths, you’ll either fly boy or you die.

Legal & illegal aliens, natural born aliens, all forms in an accidental collision of random atoms

Shapes form invisible spheres & platelets to one-celled life, amoeba, paramecium or euglena

Mankind lately evolving in billions of Earth revolutions about the Sun, satellite allowed moon

Crystal clear as the mud of the Earth to its core, between rocks that roll us under too soon.

Sisters you know, mothers’ children of childless mothers, adopted in charity to orphans’ scree

Adopt me, adopt me, I’ll be good, get me the hell out of there, these folks are insane or crazy

Either way, it’s not their fault, it’s a difficult career to be caretaker of the unwanted bastards

Born to the unforgiven mothers without husbands or husbands who suck hind teat, GD nerds.

Pseudo facts of life y’all are after, there’s those who know yet who’ll never know it, hell below

A moment you get the chance, imagine being drop dead gorgeous & makin’ men’s heads blow

I’ll give y’all this if y’all give me that big hug & a kiss on the noggin once you see the high light

Random causes and certain effects are retrospective not presence of dimwitted, black knights.

Knuckles and metatarsals all in for the duration of the fight to death, I wish I could do more so

If you need anything, anytime you summon me via mind transmission, y’all roll it all in a circle

With a chip smaller than a spec of rat dust, impervious to deterioration or host snortin’ blow

It will remain in the skull until the universe collapses into a microdot in the ultraviolet purple.

I know I’m perfect, I know we all are, but we all don’t realize it, allowing an idiot program in it

All we’ve done, all we’ll do before we die, all in the program, you’ve no free choice, bull’s scat

Neverland was here where you are right now, always been there, ain’t nothing but Neverland

Risen bones, dead & gone, stank organic matter to high heaven, Holy, Host of this bovine s#it.

Rolling stone from the apex to a hilt, hated to rot away into a speck of dust, I forgot the Truth

Trouble less when you’re dead & gone from Earth’s Time in Space, yet y’all covet tic toc clock

Stars know it all, dead and gone ones knew it & took it all with them, left an epitaph on rock

Granite shapes of crosses and obelisks above flat stone, all with family name & birth to death.

Recollect the gestures given and received, you put your mind to the test in the vacuum of soul

Immortal or mortal, related to the thing itself, appearances of forms to shape in a black hole

Longer than the shorter end of the hockey stick but ready to slap the puck into the gross & net

Score with no tie, winner & loser baked into the championship, byte factoid, rubber soul debt.

Joe, Josie, Al, Gert, you four people caused about a hundred lives to become a planetary kid

Drenched in a baptism of crime and punishment for no good reason at all other than payback

For some dead ancestors who disobeyed a divine order of the creator, avoid seeking the light

To avoid becoming enlightened with all knowledge’s wise power, be a loser of the good fight.

Hit inside of your lips & on down your throat it goes, leaving you naked to the world, amazed

Literally or figuratively as above, so below, what you think about it all is true, God is all dazed

Nicknamed to avoid detection for no good reason at all, Catholic school boy holy dorm worm

Catholic girls knew the score, can’t use hands play soccer, yo mama, lips kissin’ & y’all squirm.

Knights of a rectangular table sit in judgement of one of their own who jumped a shark again

Squids slither, mark it on the calendar, it’s the day of the rest of your Time in bone and skin

Lucky that our parents’ coitus caused our presence in nights & days of infinite sons of a bitch

Filling up with the fuel allowed for combustion or magnetic charges of magnets, heroine itch.

Parked in parker heaven, it’s got some time on the meter, it’ll only take me 5 minutes in & out

If I’m not right & it takes me longer, I may be towed & then I’ll steal it back from the junk yard

Task one after the other, getting me from the first time I knew this was all a bunch of bull scat

To the present’s doom, right here, sisters & brothers, apology for being a messenger y’all hate.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March XVIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Checked this out The Void while jammin’ to @PINK #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BHNYgYLcD68 }

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DOGE EGOD

Sustainable from the lucky wicked witch of the west to the minions who invest in DOGE

Remarkable to live to be over seventy and have heard it all, over & over & over, it’s HUGE

Above the rough & ready people of Earth, there are the overlords who live in a deep eddy

Coming out of the magnetic storm just for the chitz & giggles that come from hit comedy.

Caring about Nothing is easy if you’re a baby, just uncomfortably wet & hungry as a bear

In Chicago or suburban Windy City, either way, one way or another, you never get there

Expressways and tollways allow circulation of the evolved commercialism, God of a Void

Message extends to one who awaits the WORD that they’re awake in an infinite dream.

Babies born either conceived during love or hate, it makes a difference to your tax, man

Matter and the animation of it seems to be all there is in the universe, as we know it, fan

Y’all, you & I converged here & now on ‘x’ unknown factor in the equation, ‘X’ bumped ‘er

Stickin’ your middle finger into the cherry pie just ain’t like it used to be, well, I’ve never!

My nose was smashed by someone who is dead now, finally I’ve returned the favor, true

My deviated septum was the least of my worries, check that at the door by the fireplace

Never-Neverland is the place where nobody ever goes, ever & I mean never, in yo’ face

Where and when those answers to those questions evolve into your mind, turns all blue.

Sadness comes afterbirth but never afterlife, think, therefore you are, you know I’m dumb

Like a dog or polecat, turtle or snake you keep for a pet, that’s what divine does, too human

Kids you all are, children all grown up like ethical and immoral malfunctions of the genome

Hard salami tastes like the best dead meat on rye, Dijon & Dill, or maybe just a big Reuben.

Hills & mountains to climb just because you’re here & now, alive & undead to the undertaker

Believe that Faith, Hope & Charity are the three ways you can count on to be successful to her

You know who she is, your sisters, wives, mothers and ladies who just wanna have some fun

Some boys and every girl ever born on Earth to mankind, walk and talk like carry a .48 gun.

X marks the spot on the matrix where the focus of your attention becomes arrested in a bar

Bartender was perfect person to tend it, all guards won’t give up the ball to forwards, I sing

All dreams happen once the eyes close off the light from the outside, ambient radiation star

Thoughts about it all from birth to death keep movin’ to the Ends, at One with all or nothing.

Professionally all very amateurish as above, so below on or off of the boat, shipwrecked tike

You don’t know like I know what a woman has done to me, like it or not, I came and got old

Then I found others to replace the One for a minute until I found the One that rode my bike

On back sissy seat for the gold run, in and out of the country, up and down the hills of Gold.

All full of it, what I ate and drank at the BBQ picnic today down by the river, with Cisco Kid

We were friends since day one, drinkin’ whiskey and wine, sometimes for fly boys & the Squid

On the Rio Grande we ate the salty peanuts out the can, they kept us alive but pinned down

Known to be unknown gringo, like a stealth jet, came in blastin’ 6 guns & didn’t even frown.

Pink to purple rain under a canopy of gas, allowed to be awake & woke for the whole shebang

Worrying about the past won’t change it a bit, future ain’t your concern either, hum bird sang

Heart’s beating as a drum beats, animal skin stretched over metal and wood, bam-bam boom

Rewards for makin’ the circuit in one shot without a hitch, success reward for bein’ a groom.

Music keepin’ my toe tappin’ in synch, makin’ up words that rhyme for no reason, you know it

Cyberpunks lined up for the next best fight for hearts & minds of y’all, swamp folk up country

My oh my, what are we all going to do now that we’ve come to Jesus’ Truth, rise Buddah scree

Early in the morning, before the Earth spins to face the music of the Sun, once again, scan me.

Download my program funk from mother & father, theirs too, great grand people before me

Police & their justice have nothing to do with the joke, yet it’s a fact of life, it’s hilarious to be

Inside of a jail cell, prison cell or yo’ parents’ bedroom y’all are entitled to remain, turn to s#it

Spooky ghost inside your head thinks it’s immortally mine, as above, so below, deep fake’s It.

You searched for and found the place to laugh & cry in a vacuum of an inherited ghetto of Id

Finding paradise and peace of mind asleep or in my sweet digs of a home away from heaven

Now and then it appears to be a ghetto when it doesn’t go my way, then Life gets all sudden

You don’t know, nobody does, forget about it soon, it’ll do you no harm to win the Tesla bid.

Hits and the aftermath Runs make the whole world go ‘round, All’s squashed in by spun poles

Probes far away from here see nothing but an extended nothing without any backflips or rolls

And without any doubt, if you remain solvent, you’ll be able to pivot from danger until an end

Like any original origin & it’s conceptual analysis of evolution’s thrust, y’all just here to offend.

High on sunshine, funk germinates a seed to permeate Earth with sweet leaf & the fine wine

Application to the groove keeps honesty and it’s flip-side at bay, animate lump of skin & bone

Time & Space rely on the thing itself to be here & now from the alpha to the omega in theory

Reality rears it’s ugly head ad infinitum, eternal checkmate moves, yin-yang, hear ye, here ye!

Pops called me The Gypsy Man when he heard my WARtheBand collection of All Day Music

He liked it since he was hip to the sailor scat of the US Navy, signed up at sixteen for kicks

Laughing at the moon during basic training, others didn’t know the moon was in the sky top

None of the bothers who showed up ever said their names, black angels of the Hades’ flop.

All words were written by humans not divinities who create chit & abandon it all too

Pole to pole, clear around the equator, spinning, wobbling, slippin’ right into the dark

Eyes wide open but can’t see anything, not even my own reflection in a magic mirror

Spelled words, strung together the thoughts from above or below my own mortal fear.

To the store, the bank, charging station and the best of the rest, in 0 error synchronicity

No need or want to get more than the future will allow, things go bad like garbage chitty

Olfactory sense confused by the sweet and sour of the composting, wasted days of Man

Ate it, shat it, ad infinitum for the duration of the heartbeats I welcome to my Chevy van.

To the end of Time and Space, thrusting your hips up and down, as if that’s the method

Yet it ain’t nothin’ but a momentary lapse of reason, 10 second climax if lucky as a god

On the flip side, hard times lead to no time at all before you get to the best of Times’ Id

Does whatever it wants to, whenever it pleases without regrets, The Way ain’t ever hid.

Middle of the road like music that is neither hard nor soft, yet on time rhythm & blues

Love and the lost ones who cancelled their own love for me, all converges in beef stews

As I planned it, as I step aside & watch it happen, as I leave a helping hand to ease it in

States of being society dregs in forms of Skin-Tight trousers, @Doge #IAM #AlreadyGone!

Stick ‘em up! This is a #HoldUp just in case you’ve misjudged the situation, ain’t no joke

To anybody but you, words mean something, they mean nothing to you though, go broke

Regardless of your needed desire, y’all join the herd, then go whichever way wind blows

If & only if you act as if you’re innocent, stupid or unfortunate, then follow river’s flows.

Brothers and big sisters among us taught us to amend parental guidance, y’all we skintight

With the fine ladies at the club, dancin’ alone or with a shy somebody that looks away site

Forms and contents, a mix of matter out of terrestrial super consciousness yield the taunt

Subjects and their overlords are all there is in the Milky Way, prove I’m wrong, just don’t!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 3-16-2025 @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while entertaining mellow y’all with #Soul @WarTheBand Mackin’ LIVE in @Japan 1974 link @ https://youtu.be/xbB0FOrynAA?si=-niPp7-SbPf_gy3a }

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THEY TOLD HER THAT FREEDOM WAS EXPENSIVE!

#GiveMeABreak #WhyIOughta #YosemiteSam #TrapperTrapped

HUNG-UP & DOIN’ WHAT YOU GOTTA DO;

I’LL JUST HANG AROUND

Now and then, there comes a time to repeat the original pain in the cervical bone, need a hit
Seniors & Juniors came after Freshmen & Sophomores like there was no tomorrow for chit
No surprise, bye & bye, revelation at Ends of New & Old testaments, Greek or Sanskrit Live
Saga is set in the Wild, Wild West before Law & Order was assumed by brave men vs. Evil.

Harm comes to the weakest among us and annihilates the strongest who survive fixed trials
Tribulation & jubilation alternate like the seasons, depending on the wobbling rotation of hills
Your chops are the words you use to persuade the unpersuadable blind faith mongers of pills
They know not what they do has any effect other than their smell & taste of the high piles.

Come over to the light side where even the dead heads can see the brightness of the acid trip
Flashing back & checking out before the trip’s termination, you smile & keep a stiff upper lip
Mighty mice and skinless hotdogs used to be in charge, they’ve failed & resist the success chit
Poor people caused by Demoncrats & Repubicans because they need the target of bull’s S#it.

Y’all come on over to the sideline & listen to my coaching tip, the next play you’ll tie the game
Droppin’ dead beautiful, everyone knows what that appears to be, even blind folks, the same
It’s a feeling, a touch, a scent of the thing itself while living and covered in scents of whiskey
Honey or not, I’ll take a shot or two, I salute all my dead friends & relatives, bottoms up!

A song, long or short about the way it is for me & you from now until the last gasp of America
Word for word, repeat ad infinitum, it’s a pleasing thing to be thankful for the benefit of Sins
Secret kept close to the vest, young strugglers to survive, sheltered, to be or not to be as blasé
As above since the Big Bang, so below it still is & always will be a Singularity, y’all gods, I see!

Dots and dashes between sounds and sights unable to recollect after death, yet pre-life injects
Into the soul, the spiritual nature of the thing grown from a microscopic byte of love and sex
All in the game, run the rules through the fine lines and they disappear, everyone’s free for all
Liberty & servitude look like the same thing, stuck in sticky Space, just ‘cause you got bawled.

Know this well or not at all, in a realm of retro-funk, there are pioneers and veterans of fights
All Time and Space on the head of a straight pin is a bit better than on the head of a needle tit
Side by side, atop or beneath the load of mass you & I carry on balance, it’s a balance of lights
Critical mass appears at will at the moment of every corpse’s rigor mortis, Friday night fights.

Higher than the underground ever wanted to be, below it all, undercover mothers of godsons
Knowledge & wisdom created outta nowhere with nothing to disprove but invalid conclusions
Beginning with unprovable assumptions and leading to the inevitable ends of the final ends
As one cannot imagine, it’s lonely at one being all alone forever, hence, God made The Man.

It’s inside of the Golden Earrings I listened to in an infinite loop in 1974, in a high #SKOR
Wet hands on the wheel, got the power dust in my skivvies thanks to the houseboy’s tipper
I left him nothing & got early out of his realm; reward was an itch physohex couldn’t cure
Karma for 50 years plus how many ever I extend it to, that ROC Mama got radar love Pure.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. March 11th 2025 AD @ 222 PMPST

{ Got Nothing cornered in three dimensions, tracked Nothing at all while flickin’ these words aloft while jammin’ to @CarlosSantana  link @ https://youtu.be/bgZrHpL8jZ4?si=ULEg9JhnXByjlbda & @PINK concert link @ https://youtu.be/tkUGg5kbmJw }

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