NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER, EVER, FOREVER MINE . . #RhapsodyInTheRain #LighteningStrikes

ONLY TROUBLE TO SUCK IN IS, NO GODS DIE, EVER!

Fifteen or even a mere five minutes of fame could delete the entire ensemble of pop tops

On time but still out of Time, when it’s over it is over, there’s only probable cause, I’m out

Nobody knows your window of opportunity but you and your mother, maybe even pops

So that it's nearly non-existent, schemed thoughts are not to think about if it’s all in doubt.

First base or third base are fine if you’re a pitcher who can’t throw a fork ball at a golf tee

It’s nothing personal, it’s just the facts man, nobody gets out of here alive, cover your face

You may not want to see the naked Truth since it’s invisible and at One, same time & place

I know, you know, they know, we all know the Truth about #Brandon, I said, “Let’ Go, B!”

Park your car near Harvard Street by the hotel’s front doors, just walk right in, sit right down

Monkeys and the four-legged, winged and slithering invisible toys to play with a God’s frown

On your mark, ready to move, set to go from gold to the cesspool of refused idiots’ God stone

As if anyone was present at the origin of the system’s heat, a Big Bang on the backbeat bone.

Here’s my unrevised eulogy that nobody on Earth will amend or cancel, poor people sheeple

Traveled like ants on the ground trying to fly like the birds, poor humanity got blind faithful

Disappointment replacing the ecstasy of a moment that came & went without a smoke puff

Imagine an idiot raised by yo’ ma, papa or the nuns’ orphanage they dumped kimono stuff.

Swaddled and throttled before the end of the year, a dimensional shift of third to the fifth

Bored apes on the filthy ground of Earth, lookin’ for safe places to sleep & relieve the Stith

Out of my mind, out of your wheelhouse, under no influence of the good, the bad or ugly

Hair from head to toe, old men roll the rocks uphill as Sisyphus did, an eternity of Rugby.

Not football, not baseball, not basketball, not tennis, ping-pong, golf or nets of the gods

Talk and walk as the dead ones used to, all hip to the way of the mortal animal, hotrods

Mirror of the reflection broken, shattered into shards of smithereens coalescing in ONE

You ain’t the One, I ain’t the One, none of us divine offspring, all of us the slime of sexin’.

Old women knife the old men as they get buried by their widows and their new love thing

Common denominator of One, it’s all generic and totalitarian, utterly gone in a date fling

Baby came and forced Father’s exit, stage right, you can’t apply for bad food on a stamp

Milk, cheese, eggs all on edge of the core, the hub’s nucleus that suffices as a bum camp.

The old pope got ill, deteriorated into the crypt after a deep pit was dug in a farmer dell

Sickened unto death, never to be or not to be a sentenced prisoner of random Space hell

Praying to nobody you can see, mama & pa taught this little baby, grow up to see Liberty

It comes quickly and departs in a puff of dope smoke, hard or soft, dead gods don’t see.

Categorical imperatives of the generation compare the idiots and morons to the fake elite

Just because they came before you and I, a reason of seniority is no reason to bite any chit

Out of a road apple, an orange, a blueberry or cherry bomb, seed-pit, a sweet, smooth toy

Of liquid light, of hard gas and dirty ground of astral patches of something, bein’ a big boy.

Broken down, into the foundation of the Big Banger, out or in of the dead cow, animal style

Beer made by accident, wine made by accident, whiskey made on purpose, all you Zieg Heil

At rest with caged-egg ones leftover since the holocaust of the Binge, I’m guilty of innocence

Gone from dream to The End, seven continents rising above the liquid hydroxide & acid rain.

Came down and gone back up from the only thing you’ll ever know, Jesus & Buddha got One

One foot ahead of the other, moving forward, never backward in retro grade’s loose function

Young or old rascals becoming the cosmic dust of the entity calling the bluff of a God’s dam

Meant to be or not to be, either/or & neither/nor, all of the above in an Eagle’s Fastlane scam.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Freezember XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Uplinked to a cascade of scat below Earth’s core, LIVE @VanillaFudge @ https://youtu.be/y_KEwL34VFc?t=78 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Lovin' Starts, You say you love me, You say you don't love me anymore, You never lie to me! #MyMaria #ChristieMcVie

MY MARIA & I CAME A LONG, LONG WAY FROM '52

As I came down mountains from the hills and valleys, fell down in the open sea oil slick

Funk and the waggin' waves pulled me down to Davey Jones Locker, likity splittin' fool

I am and was what I've always been, a human, just all too human like the ret of the pool

Of mens and mice DNA genes, moved from vermin to human in a quick tick of the Dick.

But you know, the injection is only the tool, the essence of the effulgence is what I am now

Like my father and grandfathers before him, we all got the 'thing' that every other guy blow

Yeah, the horns, the pipes, brass and woodwind all meld in the mind's eye of Eve, all insane

Set the soul free from paradise granted as freedom from woes & suffering's full body pain.

Are you all in or runnin' for the EXIT sign above the back door, there's a fire in a holy hole

Glory of the sun when you punch through the natal barrier, your mother's belly of baby jello

Ready to mold like clay to the gods, dead dirt embodied with the spirits of Los Angeles' gato

Buns straight up from ground zero to an 8 mile high club, orgasm up 32,000 feet, God ghetto.

Fit for a byte, adding up to the Ends you knew you'd get to, inevitably yours in a NY minute

Just sayin' words to get a rise out of the peanut gallery of humanity's guns, bullet mouth shut

Infinity's machine gun rounds from a gallery of gangsters, white blood cell humanity shogun

Bums ain't bums and junkies ain't junkies, they're all too human humanity just out for the fun.

Girls grown to the women who rule half of the things but not the OTHER half, can't be done

Wild as the nightmare out of your personal control, it does what it does inside of me, no pun

Took the Truth away into the jungle's density, like the humans I know, too dense to replicate

Dust & the split stones that remain from Big Bangs or White Dwarves in retrofit, Eve's fate.

A day after you die just like the day before you get conceived is One & the same, finale, End

Merged by force past the barrier to extend Time that extinction comes to claim a gumbo filet

Yeah, the spirit right there, that soul, thing itself, it's all in or it's all out, no other hand to play

Jackpot to the winner, was winning before I lost, then I forgot and repeated the fool's errand.

Failure to succeed, failure to launch the rocket ship's payload into the emptiness of the OUT

It is what it is, you know, no words for that out there, enjoy the voyage, sails up boom scout

Lookin' for blowin' wind to take me across the sea to the other side where it hurts in gaols

Cookin' over the open fire or with has heat gets the dead meat and plants hot as fired pistolz.

Shadow banning the thing @Twitter can allow into the solar system's evolution, a circle jerk

Standing around in an ecliptic, rolling around the 93 million mile way star of David or Debb

Already gone, way far gone down the road, nothing left up in the air, it all went downriver ebb

Where wise men fear to go without being armed to the teeth, blade-bullet, peace of mind quirk.

Fire & water in the belly of the beast, an infinite burst of neutrino-blown out atoms of Helium

Drunk & higher than a box kite, just to calm down the beast who despises being One of Them

All too human humanity, to be or not to be, valid question with one caveat, it's all 'bout the Best

There's no alternative, it's not about anyone else, just you & your life, runnin' until Peace's rest.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

{ Gods ain't watchin us, maybe aliens of other stars, maybe not, we may be all alone

in Space and Time, the place to be here, now, music, song, gave the DOG a skinny bone while jammin' to what hurts my eyes, The Light ...  remember #MyMaria, jammin' with @BWStephenson link @ https://youtu.be/mAQlg2qSR2w }

MY MUSE USED ME

CALCULUS & ANALYTIC TRIGONOMETRY FOR THE MINIONS, YOU GET THE DEVILS & DUSTED OFF BALLS & JACKS @SantanaCasaNoble #Tequilla #SHOTS

<3 <3 

C R E E P Y

FOUR HEARTBEATS FALL IN LINE

Logical consequence of using false premises to lead you to an invalid conclusion, false narrative gods

That you actually were created as a gift from God to parents, falsehood repeated often enough in video

You have it on video tape & magnetic 8mm from the 1950’s when papa was a youngster about thirty, so

Here we go into safe travel between RR tracks, distorted notion of how it should've been without me.

Uranus isn’t far from the only answer which has been so far away so long, actually inside of a hot Hole

A small black one that nobody in a human body can fathom, unless you happen to be a Druid’s ol’ soul

Strictly in a mind, programmed by your mothers & some few or more by your fathers, jam strong songs

Surviving as the fittest of litters to glitter all over seven continents, stealing horses & now hit on bongs.

You don’t really want to ever fathom how far off of the mark of the Truth you are, mind as well laugh

A tragedy to miss all the comedy in the thing itself & the essence of a whole solar system’s galaxy stars

Relatives of our oneness up in the sky, our illusion that it’s all movin’ from East to West, wobblin’ half

The rest of the story comes the day we all die, day I die, a day after I was alive & hot, high once, laugh!

This couldn’t have happened if you were wise & paying attention to the morons & idiots teachin’ rules

Miscreants and the D minus students, all voting of the dead citizens who still vote from deeper graves

No jungle of asphalt & concrete can stop the seed from sprouting & growing up, up & up wise up fools

So they could die in peace, mouth’s agape, eyes wide opened, good men & women, boys, girls all tools.

Amending my constitutional walking around blocks in hostile terror of being mugged has ended, I fly

Inside of my @Tesla none of the rules apply to me, CHP can't stop the real Ma that I always knew high

Raised her babies & sat in a rockin’ chair sippin’ apple jack & smokin’ some catnip or such flower woe

It all came down to the good book and the bad boys, in church or in the bar with the tender & hook-ho.

My gods were before Atilla the Hun, before Nebuchadnezzar II, Babylonians got time on me myself

Head inside of the good or the bad book, it’s a game, you got the rules of the laws, comprehend it all

Games not yours but you’re all in, us all playin’ in a game, like it or not, dream #Woke extinction crew

They never did like you, tried to let the virus & bacterial germ spiral in a swarm, did a magic trick too!

You know now exactly how I always felt, you never knew  you felt the very same, it came all around

In the circle of babies grown from eggs to caskets content or bone-ash of the three wishes to impound

Rather than the dead of black night, all deletion of conscious awareness, lamb silence  speech wisdom

Left handwriting on the wall scratched into the slate rocks allowed to be sco arched earth’s God leftout.

I thought that this impersonal entity was playin’ either shortstop or catcher, pitch-switch hittin’ to Right

Got over though, ran faster than catchers who couldn’t catch me unless I wanted to lose a good fight

No way ever givin’ up without a fight, handcuffed, back-stabbed, ankle shackles, barred-up fallen hero

Left behind by the minions who scored early & won it all without giving it all as some did on a field.

Trouble to tease you into submission of your ethics & morality & reduce you to a common denominator

If it’s more than 1 then the fraction is nothing more than an illusion, evolved sea mollusks on dry land

Monks & the monkeys appear as One because they are, alive & will die & that’s it, heaven or hell fire

Nobody is threatening the species gene pool with extinction, a threat inevitable, see dinosaurs today?

Maybe right or wrong, either way it’s a fool’s errand & only a fool knows what to do with no stockings

Be a fool with talent to tear & repair hot, black stockings with black lines down the backside, pegs ting

Makin’ legs appear cool, movin’ to and fro' in front of your very eyes, close enough to pull downtown

So, you can handle the Truth, after all, what say YOU? Mums WORD up, huh? Bumped my frown!

Happy to be down with sharks that know me deep down in the sea, waiting for something to die so I eat

Without eating and drinking certain things, die younger than your father and his father, suckin’ hind teat

Without liberty there’s slavery, your choice to make for yourself because you’ll die when it’s your time

Gives you the right to do what you wanna do, anytime you wanna do it, they’ll throw you in an ol’ gaol.

Pretenders all find what they’re lookin’ to pretend about, easy to get adept at that pastime, I can’t do it

Everybody else can do it like it’s second nature, good for them and they’re lucky if they don’t blow chit

Monkeys and the morons call for us to rustle up the reserves for your following herd, hurts to be a head

Happy to be hurt, my head gets to sleep & forgets about it, dream works Magic, ‘til all the Love’s dead. 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this jammin’ to @PeterRivera of @RareEarth link @ https://youtu.be/MAsy5y6vq-A }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?