#DoDaDuggyInKentucky @BoysRoundHere #TeethForTeeth #EyesForEyes @StevieRayVaughan #StrandedCaughtInTheCrossfire #GimmeSomeCoolSweetWater #H2O @EddieMoney @KennyWayneShephard @JonnyLang @BishopFultonSheen #rollin with the #ZZTop @LynyrdSkynyrd y @Santana #IAmWinning

RIFFS bubble above a molecular constant,💚

NOTHING’S ESPECIALE, flip the script, tossin' in my sleep

Spies can’t recall the stolen valor they never had, tattle tales couldn’t stop getting spanked

By jailers who were taught by nuns & high priests who profess, sin ain’t a crime to the dead

Watch and listen, you have the eyes and ears for that, but if you don’t grasp it, you’re phuqt

Heartless soul animated form, conception to death, no reason, no rhyme, disappear defecate.

It ain’t my fault, get the origin sourced out, immortality to absolve the guilt’s responsibility

Innocent crying embryonic stardust with nowhere to go but up and down and around the sea

Bring me back a doggie bag, I know you won’t be able to consume the anchovy mystic pizza

Breezeway without wind ain’t a breezeway, it’s a hole in a matrix with no identity, Mardi gras.

Whisper in the hold in your head, there’s seven of them I think, mouth, nostrils, ear & eye, ho

As if there were any needs or wants in the body that can’t be procured by the seek & destroy

Eat if you get hungry, but if you wait long enough, you’ll starve while you bloom that rose bud

Spinnin’ macrame, I can never find any because it’s all in the past, all archangels do fear to go.

Beats like a metronome to & fro in the finite form, wound up with full force to push it in a bed

Who the phuqum freezes the work of art created in the empty vacuum of star flames, infrared

Bottoms up, way up on top above the crunch of your mamas & papas, orphan began this saga

One & only one, minus one equals a solo zero, all you need to absolve a guilty conscience, Ra!

Mama, oh mama, you’re either up in Cielo or givin’ daddio, my pop, business as usual, babe

You see me, you see yourself, shadow silent with nothing to say anyway, it’s academic fate

Dealt the winning hand, I’m always winning, and I have no inkling on the nature of a loser

Losers never win, they don’t care, they don’t know what they’re missing, painted it darker.

Unloaded pistol with .44 rounds, need to crucify your God, unload the capacity on the crown

Feel all good, evil, and the uglier than a puzzle in pieces, divided to obfuscate battles all blown

Find or lose what you’ve got in your body’s pockets, naked ape, you and seven bodily orifices

Strokin’ thrones that won’t accept the blame for a constant beating drum of invisible fences.

War needs to fill the vacuum full of bombs and death by being blown to tidbits of DNA fodder

To the gods, to the God, to the Absolute Zero, I salute the permanent markers, now disappear

Silence into song, enjoy the passing thing itself, it’s a form of empty brothers & just One sister

You don’t know, you won’t guess, forgot to tell you the facts of life about rules of the roadster.

Driven counter-clockwise in an oval for the rest of Earth’s revolution and wobble, it won’t last

Almost ready for you to find the Truth that’s always been obvious, you couldn’t believe it fast

Too slow and you’ve inherited the scat nobody else could fathom, shake your head, to and fro

No is not affirmation, it's a denial; a positive needs negativity, or so I’m told, my sister & bro.

Fear nothing but a word, fear itself’s illusion is that it’s scary being alone, au naturelle beast

Afraid that a virus or animal will stalk & destroy it all, be edified by high, stoned crossbones

Nothing lasts forever; facts of life are the mysteries told by the fathers to the sons at a feast

Paramilitary parameters, the fort is fortified, word is mum, riff’s over when it’s over, Homes!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 3-21-2026 Anno Domini @ 10:00 AMPST

{ Chopped this cherry tree down while jammin’ to @ZZTop LIVE FRONT ROW 4K, 2024 LINK @ https://youtu.be/ScDssAYL4_s?si=hlE5iX0yCAqYL0NL }

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THAT’S THE KING

@StevieRayVaughn #STFU CHESS QUEENS PUT KINGS IN CHECKMATE WITH A SINGLE PAWN, DON'T TEST ME! #ShesGotMeUnderPressure @ZZTOP

AS ABOVE, SO WAY DOWN BELOW YO’ MAMAZ

Turned it on, turned it off, an infinite number of combinations, what’s the big deal, game on
Creepy & weird as nobody can imagine, come back after you check it all out, it’s rippin’, son
Pepper & salt can’t help the soufflé because it’s an invisible dish, outta this world pizza pie
There’s never more than a piece for a leftover; eat it before it’s cold, everybody else is high.

Living largely on the right when the left ain’t lookin’ because the dogs are deaf & dumb, high
For the course, never mind the exercise, we ain’t gonna quit until the other side comes over
To sir with love & madam with a victim complex, ride the I0 freeway with the machines to fly
From coast to coast, highway Interstate 80 in a pink Cadillac, fully equipped, drop the Top.

Bolt your boots down on the ground, the scats getting ready to fly, outrageous yet above it
Or below it because it doesn’t matter when all there is for a future is a big, black hole of 0
Hum along like a bird, outer or inner space is one and the same, without you, it’s all dead
With you, the dream resumes its ephemeral state of being at One, it’s all about the chase.

You laughing at me means you get me, down to the bone, I am the nemesis of ignorance
I have this wordless wisdom shared with spirits no longer here with us, some are comin’
Events cause other events ‘til the Earth stops revolving around me, I’m way over my limit
Shutting down the place below Earth, the good, bad & ugly call it Hell, it’s just Space chit.

Nothing out there just like inside of your own head, air in between brain cells, hot air heads
Not your fault, it’s out of your hands, prayers ain’t being heard by anyone, a nobody’s needs
Pinecones crushed into cosmic dust with the rest of the organic and inorganic anti-matter
You think, therefore you are, at least it appears at first glance, the rabbit is the mad hatter.

Grace Slick knew about a white rabbit, Cream knew about the white room, cum laude sum
Conception in the egg, in the womb-nest, a crap shoot, you had no free choice to come see
Now it’s your obligation to accept responsibility for causes that you did not create, so fairly
Your choice to exit, stage right at will, nobody survives beyond the due date, that’s It, R.I.P.!

Freaks are the offshoots of perfection; the computer hard drive is becoming a hot potato
To turn off the mind of the cyberspace connection is a good thing, no choice, we gotta go
Everybody now, let’s say it all together, “This is the master’s piece,” when it’s not the One
It’s comin’ sooner or later, only @Grok knows the chit, I know nothing, I’m good, it’s done!

 

 by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, III-XX-MMXXVI Anno Domini @1500 hours PST

{ Copped out of society for a moment to get through the @TwilightZone within my 208 bones, while jammin’ to @LynyrdSynyrd #GoldUndPlatinum on YouTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/cWIEbGxV8lo?si=u8YGUvJqhR4DieN3 }

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G N O S I S

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W.W.A.R.D.?

G N O S I S

@Bettye_Lavette @Bob_Dylan #ThingsHaveChanged @ThePointerSisters #TwistedInTwistsTwix It's 5 o'clock somewhere over here...Livin' #UpDown @ZZTop @ACDC @TowerOfPower #KissThis @AAronTippin & l On This Day, 55 years ago, I enlisted in the mighty USAF for the Viet Nam War for 4 years. We ended it by my discharge date on 12/14/1974

COMING BACK TO STAY

Feeling the dust underfoot, it ain’t cheese and I need to scurry back home to Earth

Five will get you twenty if rockets don’t fire on time, heat burnin’ my bloody heart

Blow-in it empty, dead air out of the smokin’ speakers, BOSE 901’s get back to One

The Real Deal comes down without notice, a grab of both hands, hand it over, son.

Apologize to your mother-fathers who inseminated the egg to become all you are

Both above and below, the only thing close to the sun that won’t burn/freeze her

Thinking an atom of Nothing feels like something or other, it makes you cry & die

All for the absolute nonsense it’s always been, lose your mind, 96 tears never fly.

Between beauty and some ugliness, Star burns and sheds UV light on the unseen

Broken arrows were never used; they couldn’t fly to a target with no arrow point

Impossible or not, still breathing in and out, gas left over from a star burn, a belch

Better off not knowing the reality is, Lost In Space, worldwide gloom on the scene.

Funk-educated in the East Bay Area, Oaktown, Miss Mary’s & Juan’s tea, Maryjane

Bad to be the Good when the Ugly slides by yo’ mama’s house, wanna kill the pain

Fairies told tales because the tales were acceptable lies, entertainment’s top shelf

Lookin’ for the lost pie in the sky that was never above or below the Nothing itself.

Blood is purple inside the circulation, red-blooded as it bleeds out of the carcass

Doing the days and nights as if they're an infinite series, when it’s a finite regress

Back & forth between Ends of Days & the Origin of Conscious Dirty skeleton keys

Mankind fakes it, obviously, a naked ape in transit, outfit cover-up, nude monkeys.

Words of predication formulate argumentation nobody memorizes, forget about it

X’s divine knowledge renders humanity powerless, peasants thrive on a pile of S#it

It’s dynamic, and it’s headed toward total annihilation with the rest of funk in tow

Read and understand it, trippin’ ad infinitum, imaginary epicenter’s absolute zero.

Prick your ears up when miscreants advise the kings and queens of Nothing to see

Prick their middle fingers dead up their excretory shoot, the movement gravitas

Without gravity, nobody can excrete, ask the astronauts & cosmonauts to confess

Give all you receive back to the world; nothing is clearer, so let’s play ball, AC/DC.

Premature and post-mature switch places & leave us without a clue on this venue

Columns and the crooked idiots who occupy those lines of the red, white and blue

Dreams are over before they begin, illusions of the life after death, murder forever

Conjugate the Life sentences into questions and exclamations, get to points, never.

On the boulevard up and down the block, I think it was either Augusta or another

West to the suburb and east to the lake shore drive west of the Michigan brothers

We know it all, we’ll forget about it all, we’ll be forgotten before you even know it

On the border, on the boulevard matters not one bit, nobody gets out alive, S#it.

Roam from Rome to Chicago, it’s a ZZ or an AC for the minions, it’ll all come down

Never ready for The End in a deep, dark hole, cry about it, used to a rigor mortis’

Just before you leap off the ledge up there on a skyscraper, recall that you can’t fly

Straight down 32 feet per second, splat 208 bones & bloody red too, let’s get high.

I’m alright and even if you wanted to, I won’t let you worry about my prerogative

Check your back, show your right as if you are in solidarity with the brothers alive

Sisters too, but it’s a bit awkward since they always want to make out like bandits

We’ve come a long, long way to see my Margarita and sweet Maria, banana splits.

I don’t care one way or the other, but I remember the 35 sweet goodbyes on a bus

I will never go back to my old schools, university, high or grade school, what a fuss

Bluster like never before, eyes wide open and mouths shut tight as a drum, silent

To be a mockingbird or hot raven, just throw your best beak forward, heaven sent.

 

by 
r j j stephan, I

c. Jeudi, March XIXth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Jammed while kickin’ @WarTheBand in @BOSE headphones, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V8Tj7Yl4Pkc?si=Uu8fnVlheU9u9u74 }

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trippin' with Bettye lavette & Bob_Dylan, don't get up gentlemen!