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Saturday, November 08, 2025

#KeepItUpRich ... my daddy used to say that to me... yep, I said #Daddy, that is and was his name, hence, Daddio, I shall keep it up! #NirvanaClosing #OMG #ThisIsWayWorse #LookinUP @Bill_Burr RAWKS! #AskHimBoutHisHAT #DriversUnderstand?

A painting of a person's face

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PICASSO CAN HIDE TWO AT ONE
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There’s no reason to become uncivilized to a stranger, asking details about your bank account
On a cold call on the cell phone without any cyber-security cover, you hear what you hear out
Above and beyond the termination of the communication & a report to the FBI, the point moot
There’s the act itself as a violation of integrity, a fool in a cell phone lambda wave from a boot.

In the end, your coverage of the ideocracy prior to retirement engagement came in handy then
Traced the call and secured the transmission location within 4 minutes, the caller is in gold cuffs
Not only is the world a safer place now than it ever was, but the world will also never be all Zen
Complicated mess of chaos in focus for rectifying disorder back to the a priori scent of a woman.

Dream keeps the Life called reality moving right along, a spin & a wobble in elliptical orbit, son
Everything and everyone depends on the sun burning gas, we’re dead without the heated fun
On the one hand, you can’t live without it & on the other hand, you must keep out the rays
As fire burns so does the hot, direct sunlight, all ultraviolet to infrared movin’ 186,000 mi/s/s.

Faster is a tachyon which we all only fathom in theoretical analysis of invisible nothings, as it is
Imagine being dead and gone yet still being aware without a brain or mind that the world exists
What in God’s name would that mean as far as where did life’s Earth forms originate from at all
Is there a pool of subatomic particles somewhere in a Singularity or one dream within another?

Recollect the day after you actually die and rigor mortis is setting in, onto incineration of burial
To ashes and amorphous dust we go but for a while, we believed we were immortal clientele
Here you go, away we all go, memories fade, light fades, you fade, I fade, we all fade to black
Knowledge of a fact is Wisdom, knowledge’s forgone conclusion, no ghost ever comes back.

In a manner of speaking, using logic and reason for the formulation of the argument’s ending
That it’s logical using premises which are assumed to be true and resulting deduce bending
Of the words’ meanings which may be either misused or misunderstood & lead to bad battles
Beating the odds is unlikely to come to fruition, more than likely a loser returns to the rattles.

Hums the songs that the drummers and horn blowers played in harmony ad infinitum, above
Blind faith in the theory that was created from nothing but dead air and fear of death’s dove
It flies in for all of us, many before some of us and not even one before us, newborn too still
High up the hill of Earth, above the fray of the atmospheric plasma, there you are, Jack & Jill!

Ideas come out of nowhere, opened mind allows the subjective predication & presence
In context provided by all who came before the innocent & ignorant, it’s bull’s scat tense
Of course, an alternative is that Life’s but a dream, nothing more nor less than nightmares
Your control over the causes and effects of a random presence is at best, fatal flaw’s tears.

Up and away from the surface where it all comes down to staying alive & dying up in vain
It’s a communication never received on Earth, only astronauts got the message, all insane
Nothing but blackness and white dots in space, blackness and white dots, everywhere 360
No Divine Creator or Buddah or Krishna or Jesus Christ or Muhammed Ali, Nothing to see.

Remain entrenched in the liturgical dilemma about the nature of Life, Death & sexbotics
Tricks happen to those who pay attention to the hand that’s not as quick as the eye antics
Mirrors reflect the image if clear & light but in the darkness it’s all the same look, nothing
The herd is the collection you become nurtured within for the final stage, world frolicking.

If you don’t want to have super fun when the time comes, jump in headfirst, dive off a deck
Do a jackknife or cannonball to make a splash or cut into the surface as a sharp stiletto check
Comin’ up for air after touching the bottom of 11 feet depth, the look of relief merges H2O
Made it with the pool of water again, always a quickie and a repeat, orgasmic ebb and flow.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Blowvember VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Tricked the cosmos into this plethora of junk food, hobo wisdom while jammin’ to @kidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch on youTube https://youtu.be/r95wT3yT83A?si=1TXEeZtYcc0S12CZ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

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Friday, November 07, 2025

@Ally_Venable #AxeGrinder @POTUSTrump #MAGA #GOTtheJABofGods





HOW SWEET IT IS,
NOBODY KNOWS BUT YOU, BABY
Target practice turns it all around, for the bull’s eye is the most important point of hits
Right in the center of it, nothing but a point of metal through skin & bone, heart quits
Your eyes ain’t hazel or steel blue, they are so chocolate cocoa brown, near carbon tint
Xray sight as good as the foresight and insight, in a 3rd eye it’s all mixed up in a half pint.

Regard what is invisible as actually something, somewhere in Time & Space, ‘x’ inanimate
Dear John letter came as expected, cut me loose after it all came through, you got the gold
Me, I moved here to there and really ready or not, I rocked and rolled in a band ‘til I got old
Here I am without all of the backup I used to tote behind, I’m just fine, alone is cool, my fate.

Amigas and amigos all let go as I escaped into the smoke and mirrors all around a matrix sea
Harps playin’ whatever the brass and strings leave open for the rhythm & staccato classic tea
Sips until it’s all gone as if it was never even inside the glass cylinder, escaped from New York
Big Apple doesn’t allow the free and easy to remain aloof, diggin’ in for the battle, Free Fork.

Enter dragons and dinosaurs before our mothers blew us out of their wombs, one, two, three
More all the way past a dirty dozen which isn’t cheaper than or much less, absolutely not One
Fear is free for all, you & I and the bangs upon the wood and metal roofs, bam, bang & boom
Staring at the wall or the TV in the corner which isn’t turned on, either way bride and groom.

Always winds up being the way it’s supposed to be, fair or not, repeat everything over again
Every time we get together we can’t wait to get away from one another, as above, so below
Consider the souls of cells already been here & done gone with the wind, bloody snort blow
All of the holes in the skin, pores & 7 head holes, it’s species’ specific fractals of now & Zen.

Pagans and blind faith believers in fantastic explanations for accidental conceptions and lives
Lucky and free or not so much, in the end, it doesn’t matter, the soul gets set absolutely free
Leaving the recollection of the weirdness of being alive and awake, Earth rotates below foot
Go before you’re ready to accept all Ends, Death of head & heart, God phuq’d Man, Reboot!

Riding like the wind blows, every direction under the sun’s infinite rays of faux photon ions
So I know it, you and everybody else knows it, sooner or later, we’ll wind up like our Sons
And our daughters, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, all just trippin’ by accident TNT
Called love or lust but as intercourse of interesting results, Earth Love, Nothing is Land & Sea.

Drew the lines that weren’t a circular jerk of a pointless point without any direction at all, so
Syllogism and the jism that comes from excitement and orgasmic ejaculation of living UV light
Call it DNA/RNA gametes, sperm or egg, in every case, a miracle of duplication, windy I blow
I am in the end what was in the middle & what never was at any Time in Space to ever grow.

Extinction free immortal apes in troops and squads that run the hoods’ bedroom community
Where children grew to duplicate themselves, some three & fourfold yet some, zero entity
End of their line passing along the privilege of living on Earth, against the free will anomaly
Cares & fears end with a last huff & puff, it blows the house down, Full Stop of a family tree.

Twisting like Chubby Checker when nobody knew what the fuss was all about, dancin’ alone
In the dark by myself, dancin’ like there’s no tomorrow, there’s no charge for a dead iPhone
Karma filling in the soulless unknown with more Nothing than the universe can handle, ever
Exploding from the center to the perimeter, smithereens result in a plethora of God’s lover.

Paranoia sets in and you begin entertaining the notion that you’re dreaming Life to be real
In other words, Life is not all it’s been assumed to be by the previous denizens of the realm
Check the experiment, expansion and contraction, Big Bang & Tiny Puff, it’s Eve’s temptation
I’m good with it, mortally created & disobeyed a bogus law, screwed the Putsch, Original sin.

You see them everywhere, bones of the living with flesh and blood to make up for a Soul ho
Nothing personal but it’s close to the heart, keep it close to the vest, it’s a mindful job blow
Hits and misses of the bull’s eye can’t be undone, aim for the center, allow for gravity’s pull
If & only if the last event you & I perceive & recollect is God, you phuq’d it up, I’m The Rule.

by
r j j stephan, i {g.o.a.t.}
c. Vendredi, November VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST #GoodDayToBeBorn
{ Drafted in utero while listenin’ to @RandyNewman #ShortPeople jam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v8UVBgUd9GE #COMPRENDO? }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Short People

Tuesday, November 04, 2025

#Contained #FreeBawlin' #KidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch

A bed with a picture of wolves and lightning

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WHAt the wolf Said
 to the crow 
“This is the way” down the middle of a fork in the road, neither ahead nor behind balls
As it is all above the Earth’s surface, it is inside the DNA replications of divine spark fire
Mankind being all too human, all created by design or accidental collision free-for-alls
Really it’s all about the way you react to the effects of the First Cause, got no spare tire.

Onto the miracle happening every moment you blink your eyes, it’ll suddenly stop too
Before you’re ready unless you’re conscious and terminally ill, humanity colors it blue
Beat and rhythm to animate the 208 bones occupied by some foreign agent verve, Me
As you are, so I am, just one of the many tryin’ to get over without bein’ a burden flea.

In or out of the bed I retire and dream upon each night, there’s this animated cinema
Nobody is tryin’ to achieve the best actor or best actress but there’s a pitch for an Oscar
Holding hostages just like your secret powers, close to the chest, nobody knows, so far
Comes into the empty house with a blown mind, nowhere to go, nothing but my trauma.

Points counted as one & two, imagine a line between them & a third point’s connection
Driving and steering the course at the maximum velocity of a tachyon, got there my son
Without delay, reason for the trip finally disclosed, there was never a purpose less one
Out in the open, under the sun, daylight glow around it 360 degrees, fourth dimension.

Games played to be won unless you cheat & shave points or miss shots, passes or goals
Blood in veins is blue before it hits the oxygen, hydrogen & nitrogen, then crimson souls
Glow corpuscle after corpuscle in order of death by air, it’s all there is, no God, nothing
Astronauts and cosmonauts know, they told someone but not everyone, Aliens singing.

High times and low spaces make this world go around until the thing itself returns to it
Things alive and others dead weight in gravitational collapse without a conscience chit
Making it comfortable to live out life as you’ve come to know it, is all that matters to Kid
The Kid’s third way always was the only way it could be, hillbillies got fool’s gold all hid.

Spank and listen to the complaints from the sweet and low punks in the boondocks
Pretty babies turn into pretty girls, fine women, sisters turn into the mothers’ pax
True, fine love lurks neighborhoods tryin’ to make more family for the hens & cocks
The stake is that nobody loves you like the way I do, early death or immortal of sax.

High on the totem pole, above the fray to see Nature above & below the holy spirits
Beer, wine, magic peaceful smoke, to be or not to be is what space cowboys do, tits
Pickers, grinners, lovers, sinners, jokers, midnight tokers, peace & love to a hip ‘E’
With nothing more nor less than your conception, Life is your final downhill ski.

Life inside will go home since it’s been gone so long, shake the peach tree all up
A bushel and a peck later, we’ve got enough for ten pies, fire up the oven with 7up
Fly like an eagle, land only to take a wing break, mission to find a cool breeze, son
You’ll follow your own beak the same way, if not you, who will load the shotgun?

Learned on the trike, training wheels on a two-wheeler to a 26” red Schwinn Xmas
What a super gift to shuffle around Chicago when I was a teenager in paradise past
Funk happened since then, sixty years hence, here at one in California gold’s dust
Degrees & Pensions accumulated, made cool folks proud, all in a Viet Nam dance.

I went to the sock hop but it ended before I arrived, my girl went off with another
Or so I’ve been told in the end, none of it mattered, the song got sung to a mother
Days spun the years into decades closer to unknown malfunction or the cool fate
Called us since day 1 of our first breath, we can’t forget, remind me to not be late.

Fruits of the trees, apples of the Earth’s seeds created from a Big Bang’s shrapnel
Here we are, some of us have already gone or haven’t arrived, within an M&M shell
Atmosphere of gas bubble that won’t burst without a fission or fusion catalyst push
Accidental or intentional, cosmic soup to be drunk, Fate eaten, God seen, a @Rush.

Wolves don’t say anything, they don’t talk at all, but the crow heard the inner bark
A look at the eyes looking at the prey or the hunter/killer of its animated life spark
Before long, present turned to future past, a feast of prey metabolized, bloody DNA
Now then, day of YOUR death, know you’ll turn to scat, as God's immortal RNA.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{God built a dam to contain the H2O, this was an overflow & the words will disappear 30 seconds after you read them! WORD up!}
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

A group of stone statues in a grassy area

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