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Saturday, June 03, 2023

ZIP BUDS ZIP RECRUITER ZIPPITY-DOO-DA @MarshallTuckerBand @Santana #KOBE #RIP @ChicagoTheBand

KINSHIP, FRIENDSHIP, SHIP-SHAPE CHIT 
Third of June & the daylight is as it always is, got our lemon squeezed, I’m still alive in the mixture
Of the living and the dead, life eating food for life, the dead & gone dogs, lambs, snakes & manure
Of the cows who chew the cud to feed the calves who drop after the bulls’ concoct a simple slam
No effects come forth without a cause, there’s a First Cause of the first thought that I think, I am.

Bumped up to the higher level of wavelengths and lower level of frequencies, height & depth sea
Of the unknown which is everything under the sun and moon, nobody gets out of here alive, I see
Without the benefit of the doubting Thomas & the saintly heroes of lore, back to the Stoners’ Sins
When mankind & womankind worked just like it does now, barely surviving the species extinctions.

God advised Adam & Eve not to grow the seeds in the garden or they’d multiply the original sinkin’
Screwing around because some snake hissed the Word that the Ego & the Id don’t need no stinkin’
Creators above and below us matter to energy as divine Form shapes up, shifting smoke to raw fish
Obligated to a fault, to the mothers & fathers I never had, mine are dead & gone in the Earth’s ash.

Gloom enters my magnet pull, I suck it in like the gravitational collapse of the whole shebang, boom
Done gone without a peep, just imagine a point on a blackboard in front of your face, impure gloom
For to be at all is the best that you & I can hope for, everything else after conception’s a microsecond
As my gramma & my mama used to say, sit down & manga before I finished my 1st helping, I got a 2nd.

I fill in your blanks but you really have none, full of the most matter you can be, you need to excrete chit
Love from the heart, happiness from the soul, all in the head, in the brain, in the mind, we’re all full of It
Forum to exhibit the steps from one to infinity has begun, now it’s over & I hope you’ve gleaned a secret
Neither handshake nor a nod but a byte of power in form of a signal, a sign you slice & cut ‘til blood’s let.

Grime inside of the center of the holy atom, every single one in the whole exploding implosion, a whisp
Of wind that comes only due to the spinnin’ wobble of Earth’s gyration, no remedy other than bury deep
Six feet more or less, inside of a box to prevent the maggot infestation, all that’s left of the boy or old girl
Fangs & nails left over to remain or grow longer than the white hair, dyed black, red & purple fade pearl.

Killing the beats and rhythm on the 88’s, lead, rhythm & bass’ backbeat ongoing forever until it’s silly too
As above and so it is below the mess of emptiness, Space & Time explained by dead morons of the blues
A pirate, being serious or a joker makes no difference other than one way you get to LOL & get drunk too
I’ve chosen the latter alternative, bottle of rum, a joker without funny jokes, I am the punch line, fool!

Tisket, tasket, green & yellow basketballs goin’ in for three, rainin’ down from twenty-foot of heaven
Mondays through Sundays, games full of periodic minutes & seconds for hours, sometimes overtimin’
As if large & tall human beings never get tired of running back and forth for days & days Fall to Spring
Now then, retired a millionaire divorcee with 12 kids all going to college, life is good, Magic Byrd sing!

Rollin’ with the ends of the beginning, first I wasn’t here & now I am here, someday unknown I won’t
To be or not to be is not the question I’ve found to be of Shakespearean importance, it’s all fortune pie
Apple, pumpkin, cherry, peach or humble matters little, the fact that you get to EAT is everything, I lie
It’s not everything but it’s a nice piece of the puzzle, how to eat the inedible to stay alive, or… don’t!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, June 3rd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Jammed jammin’ to @TheBlackCrowes & @JimmyPage #NobodysFaultButMine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVPgkmbFHig }

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

Friday, June 02, 2023

But, but, but... I win, I'm winning, I've won! #SlaveCylinder #MasterClass @WARtheBand @ACDC @TedNugent @Santana @Temptations

OFF KEY MINOR & MAJOR E, F, G, A, B & E SHARP, FLAT, 7th & DIMINISHED
Lowlife creeping out my stepchildren & godchildren since I don’t have any of my own gods
All three of them are wishes to be granted to all by unknown above and below lover’s leap
Of dirt, rock & rolled minerals left over from a Big Bang & the dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Gone away and born as free as any other atom in the universe, now six feet under hot rods.

Not that I wanted to go there but it just happened, I got educated in logic & reason reality
All you know about is all I know about, the unknown is a secret to the special crew of monks
Not that you & I couldn’t be one of them, it’s just that it’s a moot point, you have a need, so
Then you’ll get the detailed message you’ll produce at the entry gate, closed to all sunk junk.

Mighty spades and picks to dig down deeper than the rocks allow the loving feelings of top guns
Pretending to be more or less than a snake on Horseshoe Bar Road with BoJack & the Horseman’s
Simon says that sheet don’t matter anyway therefore you gotta do things until you’ll all go caput
Natural cause that all hearts cease to beat to the rhythm & rhyme of a place in Space for your foot.

You’re finished before you began at the starting line, feets don’t fail us then, all we can do I hope
For the best and the better of the worst is the best you can hope for, you gotta settle for the swag
All you’ll ever get because it’s all you deserve for being an innocent human who asked for the dope
To be ingested into the holy bones for the elevation into stupidity, the creative imbecile of the pope.

Not the Roman Catholic pope but the pope of the ‘hood, the main cog in that machine, for life too
No way to retire & remain alive anywhere on any continent or island in the sea, what’s false is true
I know what you know & you know nothing more than your mamas, sisters & brothers, got it daddio
Yeah, I thought you would drop a dime on me before I got the word out, but I’m early, here it comes!

People get fully crushed just before they die, all on the up & up, on the down low, around the corner
I stand up for the comedy & I lie down for the torture and entry into the dug ditch of the gravedigger
Why or when, will we know then, just before the final gasp of gas, you can’t have it early, it’d kill y’all
To know the Truth, there’s no God above us or below us, we’re an accidental atomic collapse, so chill!

Think no more nor less than how amazing it is that you exist at all, that I exist is even more astounding
We’re either blessed or accidentally gifted with being a lucky recipient of Happiness’ Good Being, God
No it can’t be different than the way it is, out of our hands to move the unmoved universe, yodel, sing
Nothing else anybody can do, end of day, of life, leaves a new day’s baby born, Jellybeans fillin’ a ring.

Melody, Word-Up, that’s the story, a series of sounds uninterrupted by ear-shot deaf, Folsom dam rent
Now or tomorrow, move like you’re gonna die tonight or tomorrow and the time you have left is unreal
If & only if there’s only one logical conclusion, then that induced deduction is necessary & sufficient
As the conclusion rests with the truth of the premises, arrival at silence is inevitable, lips are sealed.

Solo mio, sharin’ the Time & Space with the only one who could capture my heart & soul, she knows
It’s spun with the invisible yarn of shyt I can’t even recollect even if I saw a movie rerun of the blows
It’s alright though, none of the ten commandments have been fractured by anyone I know, she knows
On my back with a perfect planting of body skullduggery & magic spells to see if my row boat still goes.

Whippin’ myself into shape, the same shape I’ve always been in, the one I’ve been conceived not to be
Unmoved Mover in the finest hour, an imaginary partial spin around the sun, hot star all unhinged Sin
Just spinnin’ & revolving in an ecliptic along with brothers from other mothers’ dirt & gas from redskin
I’ll rush to & fro the rest of my born days in case this is all my last hour, hail a taxi, it ain’t far away, I see.

Deep hunger for what nobody has an appetite for, power of wisdom, knowledge of a divine opine rant
Production of all things themselves are a given, it’s what’s being done with the forms, blips on my radar
Villains & heroes made the chit sandwich ‘tween invisible slices of plastic, leavin’ trippn’ on an LSD dot
Inhaling 50 states of pre-death, mania If not within me then in who? Gratitude ’74 to ’24 ‘less I’m shot.

Grieving sisters, mothers, wives let it all out of their spirits & psyches before moving on to the next hosts
No need or desire for conquering the will to power of the people, in defending Istanbul & Constantinople
All for the haves & the have-nots, the holy family of royals & their subjects, the objects of Platonic scree
Sitting in section eight, down with the action upon the stage, synchronicity with scared, chimera ghosts.

Biting nails, 8 & 16 penny both easier to hammer than conventional wisdom mortal sin, take a bite, son
There’s more than enough paradise for everyone’s bitten I lip, it’s all said, it is done, wet dream’s delights
Booming quarters into a one-armed bandit, 4 by 4, before the sound crashed air into submission, orphan
I’ve seen what I saw and the assault on my character was spot-on, I have none, instead, I’m aimin’ sights.

Nobody is going to be left to bury my dust & bones, some strangers will let me down easy, into a hole
Where the dust of the star is leftover for the minions like a ninja lurking in the desert night, shebang pole
Or is what connects the subject & object, in predication & modification, we’ve got the gist of the culture
Force to mock & repeat the same old misses and hits running out of juice but there’s strangers to die for.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, June 2nd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Unhooked, unhinged & in complete denial of the reality of this #Clownshow we call #LifeOnEarth on the Seven Continents & listenin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/NCn7uXElnH0 }

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

Thursday, June 01, 2023

June's Buggin' Me But First, This . . . #Stones #Starship #Hendrix

QUESTION AUTHORITY, PLAY GAMES FAIR NOT SQUARE
Squareness' attempt to position thyself as the last in line but the first to finish the feat
There is nobody on Earth who may stand in your way other than the gaol prison gate
Only with the threat of punishment worse than death will the inmates obey the law
Survival is tantamount to the only thing a bound soul can hold sacrosanct, life is raw. 

Obviously, there is a smart-arsed retort to the moronic questions of the yellow minions
It’s so short & sweet that most forget they knew something so simple, peels of onions
At one center when there’s nothing left to peel, there’s a nugget of what’s left, forsooth
How something grows around nothing is the mystery that qualifies as the naked truth.

Daring to jump off of the cliff into the black pool of the mine-shaft ravine, a leap of faith
Took me back to the time before my physical conception, when I was neither alive or dead
Higher or lower than the status quo makes no difference once the dye’s molded the path
Illusions of the angels’ Truth that may or may not be true, in fact, may be false gold-lead.

Gods roamed then hid from the things they made from the mud and blood, until we die
Then suddenly we’re held accountable for the things we had no obligation to smoke high
Children of the motherless children grow into the professional slacker, prisoners of War
Between all states of being good & being evil, a trend moving at warp speed’s 3D door.

Repeating identical acts over for infinity is the gist of the Myth of Sisyphus, a sacred low
Yet it’s the way down the middle path of the wise among mankind, woman & manchild
Synchronicity is the Word, the name of a game, alright in the wheelhouse of windy blow
Sipping an extra shot of Tequila made the Margarita look just like My Maria gone wild.

Pursuit of the happiness I’ve had since day 1, day I was born is the remedy of sadness
Nobody can be born again, that’s not possible, but you can change your mindfulness
To be or not to be & why you decide that either answer is justified by a holy, good fight
Not only will there be a quiz tomorrow on the subject but also y’all might die tonight.

Once you’re happy, it’s a positive addiction until you lose it to unhappiness, got a Jones
For a thing itself is everything to someone who knows nothing about anything but bones
Soulless on the bottom of the boots, feet too small to move the cow leather fro and onto
Woke matrix, whiteout of the screen, wiped clear of millions of numbers, What’s The Word?

By all means, take a chance & roll the die to see if you get 7 or 11 on hard time, you’re safer
Inside a pen instead of beginning preface, the ink begins to stir in a whirlwind, I toke reefer
Holier than the vestments upon the sacrifice’s priest of the offering up to the god-o-creator
Minimized, all hard-on the path to enlightenment is eight times eight, Winds of Sixty-Four.

by
r j j stephan, i

Jeudi, June 1st, 2023 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Cracked this gem out the nutty Space & Time on Earth while listenin’ to @PeteTownsend #LetMyLoveOpenTheDoor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4FZbcoWrUsw }

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