Killed, Caput D.O.A. #GoodOldDays @SMO & @CoreyCrowder #ThisIndeedWasInsane

BOOGIE-WOOGIE FEATURE DRIVE-IN

HARLEM & IRVING ON A HALF MOON

That’s what she said as I was asking her for a favor, just shut yo’ mouth and feel one to pet

Well, that turned into two & that was all she’d written, she had to go home to recover, son

The high priests in high school warned us not to fall into the trap of testosterone & estrogen

Well, you know how that went, it’s 55 years later & the babies have grown up & done gone.

Rejoice that the trials & tribulations are a catalyst for all you’re ever going to inherit from Eve

Chances are you’ll remain innocent and ignorant as opposed to becoming awakened by grief

As it is, right where you stand is how it’s always been for all who got to the right place & time

Dialed into the program and uplink, enjoy high boogie woogie, it’s all gonna be ship shape fine.

Nobody is at fault for the hits and misses because they’re all random shots in the darkness afar

No man can go to where it’s all at, everything under the sun, planets & all galactic results of war

What has been said & done cannot be repeated; you’ll have to discover it yourself the first time

No other way to approach the situation; it’s a game with rules to be played and won on a dime.

Sylvester and Nanette were the things in school way back in the day, walkin’ down memory lane

Fifty years later, in their sixties, with ten grandchildren, they still remember the first prego-egg

Because of a wonderful shotgun wedding, your daddy invited me to, I was a guest of honor, pain

All there is now, there always has been, a look, a touch, a climax before you knew it, pull my leg.

Follow me to the final finish line, no delusions on Earth at all, it’s a filibuster flood for elephants

Kids are the young #GOATS, greatest of all time suckers, no fault of theirs, inherit neo-genetics

Eat nothing and die of starvation, drink nothing & die of thirst, never play and visit delight’s ties

Six feet underground, or ash & fragmented bone in the Earth, rare-earth wine for civilized eyes.

Disgust and total immersion, like the intercourse beast, evolved from a blown ball of volatiles

Asexual or sexual friction of skin and bone rubbing into oblivion with nobody but God’s styles

Prehistoric & ahistoric as this moment is, now it’ll be gone in a moment, it’s already gone down

By the time I got to Memphis, I’d walked for a couple of years & my feet stopped, minds blown.

I know nothing & understand why, knowledge is impossible yet revered as important, dead-end

Smile and laugh until there’s no breath left inside your organism you’ve inhabited for the Bendz

Why? No reason, only you are an accident of #EpicFury, means you are the only #One, The S#it

Present now came from the Past & it’s unstoppable as a cause and effect of living this life’s skit.

A play has three acts and a finale, pink, chartreuse or ultraviolet purple, it’s all down to this here

As my father recommended, keep your eyes & ears wide open, constant vigilance required, Fear

Of things everywhere that require conception, ala doin’ a dirty dog, One, all done, fun in heaven

Talked through the fear of evil genies runnin’ wild in the continental malfunctions in all of seven.

Cherry pie in the sky descended into a pie-hole for kicks, see what happens when you go splat

Satiation until its defecation, that’s the way it is, a gravitational collapse into leftover, putrid scat

Don’t shoot the messenger if you don’t mind, it ain’t my fault since it ain’t my creation, it’s God

Hey, you can’t create & blame the creation for the shapes & sizes of the Evil living, it ain’t good.

Remember, never forget your great-great-great-grandparents knew you wouldn’t recall Origins

Left us all Blind Faith to believe, without proof that we have a creator not of this Earth, just sins

Man, all too human, stays awake to avoid death, stays strong to avoid weakness of the animated

Dead, gone & forgotten it all from birth to death, before & after it crashes, I say, one God’s dead.

Giddy with happiness, as never before, I experienced a total annihilation, reductio ad absurdum

You’ll get there, I promise & I don’t lie about promises, knowledge of our pie hole, it’s why I sing

Beautiful forms surviving the good, the bad & the uglier than an atom of pond scum fragments

Pervert the lies and that exposes the Truth, before you’re conception, Nothing, after? Nothing!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March 12^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam-jelly while jammin’ to @LongJohnBaldry hits on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/Bj_lZ4hkJd8?si=xJ_Jd6fjWFszjMH7 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TOLL PAID IN FULL

What Is Hip? Tell me if you think you know. @TowerOfPower #IdLikeToKnow #BackToTheGoodOldDaze #OnTheBorder #JamesDean

On the border, there’s no peace of mind

Which forms of possible life shapes are created upon this planet, and which forms play a skit

Question everything, proverbial conundrum answer using logic & reason yields theory knots

Knowledge and wisdom from the teenage years revolving around the sun are scarce; I forgot it

What you’ve had since your conception in the womb is a vivid hallucination of Indian ink blots.

No, there will be no elucidation of the polymorphic statements to follow, onto beg, but what if

Nothing lasts forever, and being fortunate to be present and conscious are the holy souls, all in

The atmosphere is surround sound built to foster the illusion that Nothing is something to spin

No need to become a beast of burden, as I watch a monster herd plunge off of a dead-end cliff.

Sixteen years around the sun and suddenly a few decades later you’re runnin’ down eighty plus

It’s just luck that allowed my presence to remain above ground, take my word for it, I’d be dust

In or out of the military service didn’t matter to me; danger was everywhere I went to visit y’all

This or that side of the Pacific Ocean, my water under the bridge, my arse rolled into an 8-ball.

The category of the substance is the shape and form of the subatomic reactions here and now

When we die, as all life does, you will either be blacked out of light or soul-jump a time zone

Hardball or softball must be thrown, caught, or hit by a wooden bat; only you & I know it’s true

Never see the Truth with blinded eyes, know the Truth inside your heart & soul, sky god all blue.

Whiskey & Rye close the deal, what was for sale is bought, hook, line & sinker for cold hard cash

It becomes divided when you’re one solid piece is broken by a tragedy you can’t delete & dash

Deeply unconscious beyond being awakened by a noise from the environment, the ego is dead

Neither the superego nor the id has any presence either; it’s extinction, go to sleep, go to bed.

Wind at our backs once the awareness becomes the grave we’re buried in, underground or not

This life after death will not allow recollection of life before death; nobody will recall their robot

It’s a bit cruel for the ones who put their time into blind faith & the prophets of doom or reward

For being obedient to a standard of morality, to be a good human being who does no evil ever.

Treating every life form as if they are you & you must survive the threat of extinction of all of us

What I am is what I am, a being breathing in and out for the duration of my transitory existence

An empty mind at first filled to the hilt with nonsense to the apex alpha male, Australopithecus

Epic tragedy & comedy becoming both absurd & everything there is, ain’t no god in any of us.

Horrible as above as it is below, empty outer space of heavenly ether’s stayin’ alive is sacrosanct

Jump or don’t jump, wait, what? I’ll survive a fall, nobody survives a room on fire, BBQ smack

Advent or Lent won’t save your soul, Adamic & Evealicious apple on a wisdom-free snake tree

Evolved calculus, existential realist be damned, 10 commandment trippin’, yielded immortality.

Bagged and packaged for resale, you will love the finale of the comedy and the tragedy, all good

Nevermore will it ever be necessary to fabricate the Truth, no hiding from the killers of the food

Reality parsed into subjects and objects for predication, all names of people, places & hotrods

One cell bacteria and viruses all with the code for survival, a perennial safe place for One God.

Ghetto at the bottom of the mountain returns to the bottom of the sea, Earth’s wobbling, amen

Could have and would have if I might have had the opportunity that was knocking at my indoor

Outdoor movies kept my attention for 10 minutes, maybe 20, before I headed for a concession

Those girls were some daughters of some mothers and fathers I had never usually met in prison.

Ants and the other insects were here before mankind, before the primates arrived by accident

A mutation due to radiation means everything is everything, today, yesterday, every single day

You developed faith and hope and charity, yet you’re still a hopeless sceptic, love with intent

Fruit in the garden attracts the rats and roaches, paradise gets creepy, crawling vermin to play.

Thunder’s down under the direct objects, you’ll see the lightning first, then it’s bam and boom

A sign that there’s something more to life than just me fulfilling me, my needs and wants soon

Thinking I’m not gonna live forever, mortality is my forte, I know the Truth and I’ve no reprieve

Song of Delaney & Bonnie, intrigue in a loop, #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow, don’t refuse to believe.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March 9th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Tricked my psyche into this hoax of saying something about nothing for 900 words or less while listenin’ to @DelaneyAndBonnie #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/O0EJAzTmo9w?si=bfEmizI_RzGCsqJ6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My Muse.

#TakeMeBackToTheGoodOldDays @SMO & @CoreyCrowder @SANTANA #TheSensitiveKin

MY HIGH SCHOOL FLING, 

BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS

CALL EXTINCTION SUPPLY & NO DEMAND CUZ,

 X MARKS THE SPOT 

In the final encore, the house lights turn into sunlight, hollow & naked too

You yourself are the only one anywhere in your afterlife’s consciousness, so

Do what you can now to make your trip on Earth worthwhile, this is all sweet

A momentary lapse of reason discovered the meaning of Good & Evil, Xtweet.

Champagne taste and beer money require ingenuity to satisfy the denial of it all

Begin with rock and roll, twist & burn the lettuce, snag a Schlitz & find a flat rock

Near the river runs down to the ocean, a place in Space soon to disappear to sea

A deluge of water released from the dam rushed to push me & the rest stone free.

Pierce the target, living or not, practice for the reality coming without any warning

Gone fishin’ since that final day of workin’ for the Man and Woman in charge, ding

Bells are going off everywhere, and the gods have released the hounds for hunting

Wool & cotton are fine, but you can deal without them, if and only as I lay dying.

What’s the most important thing about the life you’ve found to be way gone at sea

Is it real living after death with no body of skin & bones? I ain’t afraid of no ghosts

Don’t speak for me, follow the logic of deduction & arrive at the same conclusions

Shake the dice and play the hands we were dealt before we could excrete neatly.

In an urn or casket, if & only if you’re lucky, not so much if it’s a virus’s sandman

Hope and Charity fill the whole frame with representations of the accurate hand

A swan swims on a pond until a predator ruins the whole day, a volunteer or force

Girl of mine, you hear words & misunderstand, it’s clever, wry humor in discourse.

Change not unless it’s a necessary & sufficient reason, of intended consequences

Nevertheless, every proposition deduced is a part of the whole Truth, all 6 senses

See, hear, smell/taste, get the Truth out by language & answer in pig-Latino ghosts

Blood's full of remarkable trips I took from dawn to sundown, I saw 99 signposts.

I always knew that everything was everything; it’s a tautological fact of life, as well

Beats of drums and melodic strums and notes high and low broken down, I fell

A minute ago, or maybe it wasn’t a minute, but it was a very long time to wait, too

Finale when the curtain drops on the stage, top shelf rhythm and blues picked #2.

I paid the bills that kept comin’ one after the other & then repeat ad infinitum bro

You bought the food for sustenance while we slept under a roof of moon and stars

Count the zeros and then subtract all of them from zero or add to zero; it’s a zero

I use a trouble hook & reduce my chances of failing the catch & losing a fish afar.

Gone to the back of the line due to the fear of failing the reason for being first #1

Best I was and always have been yet humble enough to be an inferior exterior, son

Blond-headed woman came home & dyed her hair chestnut brown, now goin’ on

One to the final one, it’s magic and hoodoo with spells I can chant, shine on Sun!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi March 7th MMXXVI Anno Domini #BlackjackWhiskey

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder #WeThePeople #BackToTheGoodOleDays of unusual/rare songs on youTube link https://youtu.be/QfREjL2153U?si=jKnh2Z_1aO6qPfHe }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?