Nothing Doing Anything With Everybody #Baloney & #Salami #Deadmeat #Lunchmeat #ShatScat

NOTHING IS FREE, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE, WARRIORS -  @SecDef

Y’all spookin’ for a peace in my mind, but I’d settle for a piece of strange bubble, man. 
A revolting development has presented itself without warning, an accident in no Time. 
The future is past, and the present is all that’s left for you & me, immersed within bone. 
Chambered the rounds, protect you from me, I’ve been unleashed & it’s not too pretty.

Ready and well-trained to put the hurt on the opponent, they never expected to receive 
Like lightning in Darkness, it comes & recedes instantly without warning, I can’t grieve. 
It’s one of the facts of life your parents ought to have told you to always remember this 
Trippin’ away from the home you were exiled into a hard, cold world of all too human.

There, here, now, and then, it takes a strong mind & body to resist the power struggle 
To snip your DNA out of your secret place & allow the minions to incarcerate the infant 
Just because you get old doesn’t mean you can control your animal persuasions’ ski 
Cure for incursion on a habitat is extinction, a chain reaction’s hot-fission/cold-fusion.

The solar system is not in human hands, thank the stars, we’re still all gonna die here 
No reason to think y’all are any different than your kin, descended from the clueless 
No clue means you’ve got dead air and a vacuum of a recollection, no reason or logic 
Call it your life, it’s all you’ll ever get, like a turtle that slowly moves, don’t be a Dick.

There’s always trouble in the wake of the commotion caused by rowdy boys & girls 
Y’all were one of them, maybe, maybe not, but you know you’re related to the pearls 
They lived and died without knowing the real reason why they’re not food or a game 
Mass requires a dose of spirit for peace of mind, It’s called energy, a claim to fame.

I will go ahead & reconnoiter the perimeter and sanitize the center for intelligencia 
Believe in everything’s cause since that’s the Truth of the effect, original sin of he CIA 
Down south jukin’ and I think it’s time we let go, it’s a party for infinity, happy to be 
Every moment is precious and easy to forget, but that’s not the point; we’re all free!

Every morning it’s a test to see if you can live & go to sleep in your own bed, maybe not 
It’s the way it all goes, out of the control room inside of your head, enforced by badges 
Uniformed & blessed with the honor of promising to follow orders, no insubordinates 
Pop quizzes, tests, exams, ACT/PSAT’s etc., etc., etc., assist people with blind dates.

Ears pricking up or not, go back to somnambulistic drugs you smoke or swallow, high 
Watch Undercover, the sneaks & spooks have nothing better to do, they’re on payroll 
Blocked by your own good time, every second you get, breathe deeply to get far away 
Air in & out of your lungs goes to your blood & up to your mind’s eye, y’all lookin’ fine.

Beers in the cooler, drinks at the bar, we’re playin’ games with friends and their kids 
Overcome with unconsciousness, you never know what’ll happen if your eyes see it 
A wise exception to the rule of not telling everyone & sinking their battle ship’s grips 
Defense of the most important life inside of you is sacrosanct, no scat, that’s no s#it.

Inside the inner sanctum, the members know what the body’s purpose is all about 
Blind belief without a lick of proof is the harbinger of population control, boy scout 
Your hips will fail on you, walking and running won’t be an option, shut your mouth 
Tugging your heart string until you get yanked into my @X tweets without a doubt.

Ping this and uplink that, laptop, iPhone, Android, Smartphone, never a land line on 
I’m pretty busy, but I’ll slow down for you because you seem to be really so sincere 
I’ve had my eye on you, honest and trustworthy like a Boy Scout in a Cub Scout pack 
I’m of such an advanced age, Earth will have orbited the Sun a hundred times, crack.

I apologize in advance for the things all around us turning black, homeless or saintly 
Destined for the urn, graveyard, or prison cell if available, mostly a urine-soaked alley 
If you don’t believe the assertion, you’re a part of the problem, what would Jesus do? 
The One God would’ve been crucified for fighting city hall, am I right? Come on, man!

Big dream you metabolize to feel alive on Earth as you’re an immersed bit of plasma 
Not in existence at all before your parental conception, can’t believe Earth’s round 
Nothing gleaned pre-k through PhD responds to an illusory, metaphysical anomaly 
Hosts have access to all sub-atomic bits of quark in the arsenal, unleashed hounds.

You heard the dialogue and participated in the reality behind being addicted to Life 
Whether your drug is heroin or love, you can’t be whole without full access to it fast 
If we’re inclined to fail due to fortune or inheritance of bad-seed DNA genes, just go 
To the ocean beach in the middle of nowhere, and learn to fish & hunt for food, slow.

Don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got some good & bad news for you & it’s gonna hurt some 
There is a narrow path to stay on until the target’s reached, a middle-of-the-road tune 
Imagine without imagination, think without a thought, exist without being two or one 
Bones out of a fertilized ovum, an accident of evolution’s reaction to being random.

Counter revolution to being homeless in the city, becoming a force that labors for gold 
To trade for sustenance to survive and remain fit to roam Earth at ease ‘til you get old 
Hit over the fence & it’s a homerun, a couple of hundred yards, maybe three plus, so 
Since you don’t know what you don’t know, silence yo’ pie-hole, it’s your priority blow.

You, in the plural sense, I assume there’s more than one to see the words I got up here 
Y’all just ahead of your time, it could have been worse, may have been in a traffic jam 
You chose to move & live deep in the center of paradise, where crossroads cover gold 
Sports, education, families, orphans, and you’ve got social security when you’re old.

Let the youngsters work for their taxes like the elders did when they got God-deceived 
It’s a community you honor because without US, y’all wouldn’t have been conceived 
Y’all would’ve been aborted like your mothers would have done if we didn’t ring a bell 
Now ungrateful & on the way to being dead, locked out of heaven on a highway to hell.

Here’s a trend: you only get a finite amount of gasps for air; if you waste them, roadkill 
Yours to use at your will, free will it is, unless you’re imprisoned for infractions in debt 
The gods ain’t watchin’ the fiasco, they didn’t exist before Plato, Socrates & Aristotle 
Cosmic comedy in layers of redemption, all about the karma, what’s in your wallet? 

Magic beans are obtained through theft, hence the stalk grows a dream in a dream 
It’s a home invasion of a gargantuan homo sapiens who awoke to some spilt cream 
Ran out the door, down the stairs, jumped on the beanstalk & slid down due haste 
Big & mad at me, the giant’s heavy body broke the stalk & he fell into tomato paste.

Nothing is free, and it’s got a price nobody’s willing to pay, but pay they will, everyone 
No choice, no free will to do otherwise, since right here & now is the “Other Side” seen 
Nobody is supposed to know this while they’re here & now, yet some will see, my son 
Words mean nothing & nothing is free, if ya know what I mean, ya know what I mean.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March 4^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1630 PMPST

{ Per The Ramones, God's in charge.  If you know, you know. }

#ShadowDancin #SoulStripper #Springsteen #ACDC #TheEagles

One shot, shadow dancin’

In the bitter end, just like it was at the very beginning, nothing at all matters to a God’s sin 
Whether there’s a mere One, Universal Theocracy, or a polytheistic suicide by extinction 
Imagine the point of view of a moonwalking astronaut or cosmonaut, ogling black Space 
Far away from the point of origin, a consciousness 186,000 miles away from mother-face. 

Making out, making love, making time, making something of yourself, it’s divine creation 
Before your parents mated, willingly or forcibly, you were no factor in extinct species’ sins 
The sudden impact of an unwilled conception in an all too human female womb, full house 
Winning what you don’t know is just FAAFO, dawn to dusk until the last, hot, dead mouse.

Into the reflection inside of your mind, it’s familiar but all too human, as above, so below 
In the last Will, you testify that you’re of sound mind and heart to bestow the clown show 
Onto a lucky-evil curse, depending on a state of being at the time of corpus delicti pinging 
The game has yet to begin, you start & I’ll finish when the time is right; timing is everything.

Mighty mice and men do what they can before they freeze into stone-blue funk, eschew it 
I lived in my sweet home Chicago for a minute in my teenage & preteen years, then moved 
Onto the other six continents was my intent, but I only got to Asia, weird as I looked to them 
They should have been me on my jailbreak from the freaks who imprisoned me in the chit. 

Doubles and triples, as the case may be, I did my share of accumulating RBIs for the team 
Bloody well certain I wouldn’t have made it without the early nurturing of the strong beam 
Mama and Grammas all took my heart & tore it apart before a stranger got to my hot spine 
To take the sharp end of the buck knife & stick it deep within my soul, missed my hard line.

It’s invisible, but it’s given props as the thing itself, what animates the shape’s form 24/7 
To disagree with the assessment in kind is admitting ignorance is preferable to wisdom 
Mists in the morning and cool breezes in the evening, on the beach with my soul sister 
Watching the sea’s sunset dive into the Tequila sunrise for tomorrow morning’s dawn

You know for certain without a doubt that you’ve got another thing comin’, as inherited 
Great, great-grandfathers on paternal & maternal RNA mixed in “X” combos, blood red 
Astronauts know that this Earth is the thing itself, before we were born, where it’s dead 
Calm down, settle your emotional response to a truth you were never told; now it’s said.

There is no Hell after death, no Heaven after the demise of the bones & bloody heart 
What may be left over is the raw memory of those who remember your presence part 
Burned to ashes or cadaver parts in formaldehyde preserved for dissection and study 
Die, and you’ll find out as I will, we all will die & we’ll all know it all, We Are The Silly.

Song listed as “Only You Know, Like I Know,” means an intimate joy of being in cahoots 
Those who don’t know are at a disadvantage, but are unaware of that, living in denial of it 
Six packs of Bud and jars of my blunt life molded the form with the magic spells’ kiwi-fruits 
The day you die, you’ll realize this, you knew, but you pretended you didn’t, “I feared S#it.”

Earth, the planet, and its orbiting moon are the closest humanity has to matter in Space 
Everything else, every other atom, is millions of miles away from this Soul Factory place 
Alive for a hundred years more or less, some just a moment after birth, others way too old 
High in your mind’s thinking about the sights and sounds and tastes and smells to feel gold.

Dry up after your last breath, you won’t know the difference between this & that, academic 
I leave with you in a conundrum, happiness is all we want & what we seldom obtain here 
Be happy anyway, don’t be controlled by the irritation, don’t forget you’re lucky to be there 
Anywhere you are, there I’ll be, spirit animating the dead-air, God shuts all big mouths here.

I had one shot to begin with, & I still have one shot, the bull’s eye is dead ahead, I’m aiming 
Intense or casual, luck has nothing to do with it; you’re charmed, or you’re not, it’s your kin 
What sins of the fathers will the sons and daughters pay for, affordable or not, we’ll all pay
The cost is your one & only shot at success, dance with the shadow, “The Shadow Knows!”

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Mardi, March 3rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 6:00 PMPST 
{ Kicked this out of my jaws while listenin’ to @BigSmo #BackToTheGoodOldDays & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=4giiO3jhwSF965v4 }

Senorita! #SweetMaria #ReadyToROCK #NeonMoonlight #123Margaritas Maybe 4 . . . @WARTheBand #RESPECTtheBEST @LosLonelyBoys

A throwback classic, high school fling THANKS DADDio

For the first time in forever, there’s a reason to live & survive on Earth as long as love grows
Feeling the rhythm & rockin’ hard with the beats, I only appear to be crazy, only God knows 
You will never hear the End comin’ until it’s too near to escape to the dark cave place rock 
Peaches in my pie are fine, a la mode if you don’t mind, then I’ll spill the beans on the block. 

In prison forever, I lost the ability to follow direct orders, so I shot the sheriff, not the deputy. 
Opened up a can of worms with an infinite multiplication of their rich dirt of the Big Muddy 
Knowledge is power and wisdom is the reservoir for possible reactions to all causes aloft 
Coming out of nowhere and right in front and in back of wherever you will be, 4 aces soft.

Moment of unplanned passion came out of nowhere, older young lady screwed my daddy 
Here I am, born before the 5 others and left Chitown before the 5 others, it had to be free 
My freedom needs to be free 24/7/365 & there’s no restrictions on me from anybody, see? 
Mental and physical in the package, wrapped or stripped naked as a j-bird, all but ratty.

Fading away before or after midnight, either way the conscious mind ensconced in a mold 
Of Jello and cream cheese with a cherry atop, reason and rhyme can’t affix the meek & bold 
Walkin’ & runnin’ down the whole show, inherited from boys who lived in the good ol’ days 
I dreamed of bein’ the next break too, damn straight way back when, it was a happy play. 

Since you know it all, don’t get me wrong, comprehend it's essence of a form of ship shape 
Underwater submariner walks on hard rocks of Earth as well, Time ain’t all Gilbert Grape 
It rolls when we’re havin’ the kicks and fun like back when our moms & dads educated debt 
I thank them on my knees from the bottom of my little ol’ heart, thanks media and internet.

Sheriff knew my name back in the days when I roamed Chicago before the Air Force “Wash” 
In the end, it’s today & all of that is H2O under the bridge, the good ol’ days where I lived “I” 
I wouldn’t change a thing & my deep gratitude won’t ever change, my father’s passion, me 
Just a tiny moment please, take me back a second when police knew my name on Wabash.

Battle stations were manned, my soul and spirit got the solid Hip replacement, it’s blown 
Internet and media on the people’s broadcast air, paying for the breath to get sucked in Sin 
Break it on down in a line or two, you’re already way overdue, gotta get up early, gone fishin’ 
It’s a solo thing, don’t need a partner to be with above this Earth, me & H2O broken down.

Stayin’ with the jokes explaining the comedy and tragedy of this & that, I miss the goods 
Bads too because it taught me that jail & prison ain’t the way to the queens & king’s foods 
Breakin’ on the corner of the “Shy” if you know you know, yeah #Chi it’s all about the smoke 
Airing a complex full of burnt, smokin’ cannibals as back during Sodom & Gomorrah choke.

Been here, there where you are or where you’re goin, I’ve been everywhere on Earth’s plane 
Seven continents of meals eating dead animals and plants for kicks, recycling living pain 
Dams built to carry your H2O since you didn’t want to reside downstream by the salty sea 
Success. Throwback classic you now know, what it’s like runnin’ the dozens on my fleet.

Nothing special here, no business of mine what you do with your life, disappointment cools 
I’m responsible for my personal Karma, I owe what I owe and I’m here to keep it copacetic 
Easy riding on bikes’ two wheels Schwinn to Honda, never goin’ back thrown, that’s so sick 
Laughin’ at your ass & back off on the grass, my advice, get aged like cow cheese, my rules.

From Peter to James, mankind will survive until extinction gets us back to the good ol’ days 
Gold in the hills stays in the hills, pick axe & shovel smashed to extinction’s scrap heap too 
Play Station & games of a program to pass Time, wasted like morons & idiots in purple haze 
Slow down, check mate, you still got a few moves left in the hole, good ol’ species’ screw.

Hittin’ on my best friend tryin’ to take ‘ away from my side ain’t a capitol idea, breakdowns 
Imagine being in your body & not being able to move or talk about what’s going on, clowns 
Funny ones and sad ones, takin’ U-turns getting happiness under their belts, happy ending 
Last gasp for the gas, you’ll get there before you know it, if you knew when, you’d be singin’.

Sense ain’t made for free, you gotta pay the piper eventually, a necessary condition to be 
Thinking when you stopped bein’ a crybaby, everything would change but hell, it’s all good 
Nevermore will there be innocence, it’s too late to get back to the good ol’ days, smile wide
Just a memory & reproduction of infinity in finite form, astronauts know right now, “Hide!”

STEPHAN-ALFANO FAMILY CIRCA 1957 Anno Domini

  {#Throwback classic - when time moved slow as mollasses I, me as I call myself, am the dapper dude on left front row with spats on, my godfather didn’t choose ME to be his flower boy (LOL), but my sister Marie was a flower girl, anyway… Back to the good ol’ days!  }

 

{ Dude looked a bit like my brother Allen's doppleganger, RIP bro! }

by 

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 3-1-2026 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crashed this jam while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOl’Days in a loop, again…  on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }

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