#JustTooBusyBeingFabulous #PretendYouKnowItAll #NeverMind LOL infinitely! #BlowYoTop @ZZTop

SIGNALS IN THE PITCH BLACKNESS, INVISIBLE & SILENT

Fortune’s blind luck combined with my imagination to produce the cosign to go forth
In the same condition you were before your conception, there’s no god of the fake birth
Nothing to carry from point A to point B, no mythological miracle transpiring ‘round it
Utterly innocent of every cause of every effect, whether I’ve a hand in it or not, I’m lit.

Started planting seeds in the country, drinkin’ wine & smokin’ pine in the moonlight
For me & my sanity, I was so happy bein’ back in the world, after two tours of duty chit
Kind to everyone who deserved it, not so much to the jokers who want to be fabulous
Like all of the rest of the losers who restart the engine ad infinitum, it’s cosmic dust.

In and out of the dream that looks like there’s a reason to call it reality, a rolling stone
Upward or downward, hot or cold, soft or hard, it’s all here, now & it’ll all be gone then
Unborn, knee-high to a man, girl or bad boy, Philadelphia freedom boys, all too human
Treasure underground or spread in dirt-mud, blood & olden homes, Tao control ZaZen.

On a boulevard or the avenue, counting on the crows to leave no crumbs for the vermin
On schedule when the big animals who run the show go to sleep, young ones all begin
To sneak out of the windows when the old elders are dead asleep from the hard labor
Brothers and sisters of our mothers and fathers were our aunts and uncles of culture.

Certain death to play beat the clock around all four of the corners on your cell block
Yet, somebody needs to take responsibility for the error or the almighty deity’s cock
Unless we’re all descendants of aliens from either another planet or solar system spin
In rivers, streams & brooks down into our wells, we measure the golden gods we win.

Alien conquerors will burn every bit of the culture’s recollection of too human wisdom
When we’re young, days turn to nights until we get old & the lights dim at a god’s whim
Leaving every cause and every effect you’ve ever experienced in the barristers, in love
With the fifteen percent plus expenses and divine allowance for tax levies from above.

You’ve completed the mission that you weren’t briefed on before your beginning Ends
Like a dream would be if you try to recall what happened during your over-under bends
On the road ‘tween here & there, there’s no One-Way signs, it’s a freeway of exit ramps
From immaturity to senility there’s some interest in between those parallel-line amps.

Words go subjected to predication of people, places & sweet nothings themselves
Not for any trivial reason at all, making predictions out of sentences of G-strings
Lit up the leaves for the sake of the smoke signal to the cerebral cortex, it’s aliens
Like invisible elves who leave the wisdom to apply to the survival of mortality sins.

This is a trip, dig this scat, yesterday I thought that I was as immortal as an azure sky
Today I have found the chink in my armor and it’s nothing but a chunk of Fake News
Devils have lived, that’s why they're beyond good & evil, beyond hope & prayers to Ra
Sun and moon, planets and the constellations of stars throughout the live Void-drama.

Whether you’ve been reproduced via love or a rushed mistake in the heat of a night
It don’t matter in that regard, ‘cause just to arrive on Earth is alright, alright, alright
Future is bright until our last gasp of breath, leaving the rest of the gas behind doors
Packed bags won’t matter, Nothing to carry & Nobody to GAF about us divine whores.

Sirens screaming for my signal to release the hounds from the Trojan Horse fist fight
Nobody will get out alive other than me & the apostles, disciples of the trifecta sight
Happy idiot that struggled for a legal tender, gold & silver, platinum-plastic pretender
Gotta go bye bye and there’s one last thing I’ve got to do before I leave, “I surrender!”

To the Beautiful among the riff raff that requires the plus & minus of the inequality sin
Full of the Left and just short of a full deck of 52, you won’t win the game on #Carson
Being in the chair, introducing the knowns and the unknowns, all to come & go, on/off
It’s the remote button that controls the holy and the wasted refuse of the gods’ cough.

Drilled into your skull through your ears and signed language, seen to mean arguments
Formulations of the ideas & thoughts that hold your attention, focus on the fun & pain
When it’s all gone, you’re all alone and even I fade to black, fade far, so far away too
Can’t deposit anything that’s left, since I gave it all to you to keep safe from wolf brew.

You know when you hear the backbeat and rhythm of the rhyme, you’re in the groove G
From Louisiana to Montana, my bones got it there & in ‘tween the blue jeaned legs, see
Mirror lost the reflection when I broke it into a thousand pieces of glass chips, all over
Place in Space where nobody ventures & nothing’s ever gained, where I am, Yo, lover!

Listen here, one-stop shop, makes your cherry pop, really hits the spot like sugar cane
Honey, just drop wine down, gets two getting’ ready to Tango, girls drivin’ boys insane
You’re both at one as you were before conception, as an egg & sperm of mama’s womb
It’s no secret that you’re in the middle of nowhere without a clue on the way to a tomb.

Paid in full, fool got fooled by the fools, kept the tally of the figures, IOU nothing, UOME
Until I take up room in Space, you owe the bail’s bond of your bail from Attica, you see?
You broke rules, you’re being punished, it’s both retribution and behavior modification
So you don’t do the same thing again, a shock to a rat, now then, it’s The Chair, my son!

You & I & the dead who came before us all ask why, wherefore, can’t get the holy name
Prayed on knees, lying down, standing up, on beads or silently in my head, it’s so lame

 Gangs of adults acting the fool, human siblings who tell mama we woke up with wood
Fast forward the rest of the whole shebang, left today so far, go, go, go right, I am dead.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crashed this gem out while jammin’ to @Christina_Aguilera #Maria & hits link @ https://youtu.be/gijlzwc3NRM }

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#DropThePedal #DropTheTops #PinkCadillacs #FillHerUpWithEthyl @Xtina #TooBusybeingFabulous @TheEaglesBand #CompTime #SwordsUP #BoysRoundHere #ManUpstairsAWatchin' #ArchieComix #NeverYouMindTheExercise

 HAVE NO MERCY, DIAL 634-5789, THAT’S MY NUMBER

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Gas of the sun is the fire of our living soul, you'll never know the reason why you all erred
But if you wait until the day after you die, you'll see the poor souls passing in and out, dead
Quandary times putting the Times in a bottle to spin around clockwise or vice versa to point
At all of us at one time or another, first me, then you & then y'all ad infinitum, silver coined.

Bear with me while I bear open the whole truth about the three bears and Goldilocks, the end
Don't know 3 bears or any girl named Goldilocks, but why break into a bear's cave for porridge
Anyway, it could be worse, could have been skippin' to grandma's house through the forest edge
As it was above so it is below, someday all of the six kids will grow up and their lives will mend.

Guilty pleasures since the age of reason kicked in, around seven years & some change, nightmares
Something about big apes, like @KingKong comin' to my house & tryin' to break down the doors
I could see the apes right through the glass, just like Darwin saw the evolution of One lonely cell
In a nest or just free-floating in deep space without a paddle or rudder, waiting for a collision Hell.

You inherited the RNA that the entire genome of humanity has received via immaculate conceptions
Peculiar yet the absolute Truth is stranger than fiction, you cannot imagine why, ignorance blessings
Too busy bein' fabulous to think about us, it's fine because you taught me forever by all three things
Your little note & all you wrote, you ain't comin' home anymore, I ain't the one that had Adam's sins.

If it’s not too much trouble, please call me before my number changes for the good, better & best
I always wanted to be honest but I had to lie or I’d go straight to Hades, if you know what I mean
Fun and games happen when you’re allowed into the broods of the clan, it ain’t as bad as it could be
Ku Klux or Ann Klauck, whichever the person said their name was when I called, it was a high she.

Hey man, sure I shot the sheriff in my dream but IRL I only shot the deputy, I did not shoot the sheriff
If I wanted to I could have shot, it was the other guy in the crowd that shot the sheriff, not the deputy
So, there’s no double jeopardy and I know now that the law is trying to shoot me down, electronically
Pulling the plug on the Word, about places, faces and things that they do within the confines of alleys.

Bottom drops out one day & there’s nowhere left to stand up, for or against these tropes of the fool’s trip
Pretending that you’re rewarded or punished after the body dies is a myth that’s good for modification
Of normal, natural, selfish behavior of each person who is born all too humane for the divine, no mistakin’
The rocks roll downhill to the place gravity allows no further entry, wormholes of Time shots for drinkin’.

Bare handed fist fights in the ring of shame where the idiots & morons coerce the stupid to follow leaders
Shed all fears and anxiety and tears, the good, the bad & the ugly came in the trinity of saddened jokers
Who remember nothing before their birth, before the history of the civilized & brute, when God roamed
Free to be free, liberty without limit, nothing to prove & nowhere to go for anybody at all, kind of dead.

Oceans or leftover blood, sweat & tears, only seven dry pieces of dirt left to cover, to liquidate in the sea
You and I, regardless of the others who remember or don’t, we are gathering the thought of the One to be
Sent off to the airmail where Rickie has the number, it’s an infinite unknown but allows friendly fighting
To be or not to be is a rhetorical question of wanting to play the game, nobody wins when One is losing.

Slide over to my crib so we can shoot the breeze 'bout how long this has been going on 'tween y'all, us two
A one-way love affair each of us for our own selves and nobody else, it’s the easy way to avoid being blue
Suspicion of losing the winner kills the whole bundle of joy, present turns into silt of an azure sea of Asia
Stars overjoyed with unnatural glory of being alive, breathing air without suffering infirmity’s paraplegia.

Extraordinarily one and the same with the end of the days of the Earth, your days & mine, end at The End
Y’all ask voulez couches avec-moi? Well now, that’s about par for the course, it’s one gitchy-gitchy thing
Think about this, no intercourse between the XX & XY gametes means inevitable extinction, ding-ding
Ding-a-ling you know is better the ding-a-ling you don’t know, matter & formless Space & Time bends.

Predicament prefaced by the training to traverse the maze from beginning to end, there’s only one way out
It’s not what you would expect to be the end of the thing we got here, life in a fast lane, in a perennial bout
To win, to lose or to draw the tie for the game, it’s Monopoly-Parcheesi from the get Go to the finale’s end
You graduated or you wouldn’t be able to read these words, sweet nothings and a little something second.

Sweet like smelling sugar water or honey, how yo’ mama made you a diabetic baby with no skeleton key
Gods can’t fly because wings don’t exist on things other than birds & insects, come on man, you monkey
Ape-like movements, naked primates shaving and playing like their special delivery from creator kings
Blind faith in leaders, human beings you follow as you assume the Word is wise & well worth it things.

Bonafide beach boys and surfer girls rolled up & down west Highway #1 to catch the swells before dusk
Nothing like the forms of tan skin and bones comin’ to twilight, ready for the well drinkin’ at the high risk
Funk & Wagnalls meant the double entendre cadre of jamochs said words, sentences, paragraph, all bunk
Full of the scat digested after the three meals per day for seven years, 84 months of pablum & hardy funk.

Trees have leaves before they have fruits and nuts, the dream ends before the harvest, labor board strike
Hope & Faith are useless after death, only Life depends on their fictional accounts of the historical record
Reality bobs to the surface with a monster acting all too human, impossible to predict or measure intent
Of mankind full of the women who beget the children who have no idea why Life exists on Earth’s rent.

Foxes I have chased since 1969 on to the day before my wife said “I do” too, all could be dead & gone
I’m still here but not for long, a century comes before anybody knows it, you will forget you were her
Not because you want to forget, you’ll have no brain, mind or body, no memory to retrieve an origin sin
I have the TNT, it’s primed, dynamite can’t be the sun’s First Cause of implosion into the black hole’s kin.

Vicious battle inside of your head or outside of your home’s floor, walls & ceiling, every case is the bomb
Sombreros & my Zookie met for tacos & Tequilla shots, salt & lime pleasure, it’s rammin’ my CDROM
Books on the shelf, data breached in the cache of 0’s & 1’s whether the hackers like it or not, it’s so tricky
Intel is artificially produced by the hucksters & charlatans, you push & you pull, wrap your head ‘round.

Dog pets or friends who got your back like yo' dog would if you had one on a leash, you got it boon coon
Tricky to rock around the clock with nobody wanting to rob you of your fake peace and golden doubloons
Face to feet, it’s all down to this, you see me & then you don’t, I got chit to do & there’s no time to fathom
Chug-a-lug now in or out of the chopper, it’s the flames of the tiny fire heating up my blue jeans’ bottom.

Boys and girls grown into the women & men, workin’ for the Man, married to the mob, lettin’ kids down
Nobody knew, not even one mom or one dad, why they loved and made the children who all like to frown
Behind or in front of the whole shebang, you get down low and dig the action of life moving to & fro here
Red black dirt growing the plants & anima to these visions right in front of your face, ain’t no sin or fear.

Ridin’ on the freeway again, oh man, it’s the fine pink Cadillac 2025 A.D. stereo rockin’ the 88’s in traffic
Blocks past me in 5 seconds flat, there’s no sub-cruisin’ with the top dropped, & we’re in overdrive slick
Drops the pedal now, don’t wait because you’ll get here faster, quick as you can because I’ve got a secret
It’s all about you on my side of town, y'all come to my door, ring my bell, sundown, you’re cryin’, ah s#it!

I had One & Only, she moved up to the neon moon without me, I know where it’s at & I’ll fine here there
It’ll be time soon, she’ll wait I know, she’s got my Jack Daniels Black & a shot glass in your pretty hands
Your cowgirl brain made the cash, got the tickets & you’re here for the party, singing rockin’ country blue
Top of mountains, deep in a dark caves, ultraviolet light blew me away into the netherworld’s polar bear.

 by

r j j stephan, i  

c. Samedhi, Janvier XXth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #SuperDeluxe #PhiladelphiaFreedom @SirEltonJohn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sOF6_kHBkyg?si=IGTvqCqg-srpQAAT & @ZZTOP #MARY link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=s71WcXwHhlyZ_YQi & @TheEaglesBand #TooBusyBeingFabulous on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hsDX5V1Jw-M?si=vQL7N6iZKfe6zdAe }

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SACK OF SCAT MAN & BOY #HoldOnToYourWonkyWigs #TrippinHeavy @ChristinaAguillera #JustMyImagination @TheMightyTemptations

PENULTIMATE #WOKE DOGS

Supply & demand with a choker on the supply of protection from the bad guys & bad girls
It’s known as ‘curtains’ because the stage play that you’re in the middle of is all over, it’s FINIS
Pills and medicine won’t help the pain and suffering, swallow them all & you’ll make it come
Back to where it was a moment before you gave up on surviving, feeling unfit, drinkin’ 151 rum.

It’s from a pirate ship that used to park in Puerto Rico, ho, ho, ho the black rocks stay annihilated
Pirates buried the gold doubloon’s treasure and left a detailed map on how to find the booty head
Up on top of the well, the bucket hanging from the rope has it all within, in the wood’s cemented Id
No superego or minimal ego left over in the ice box, where angels leave their horns & winged teats.

How can you fly high with teats hangin’ off your frame of DNA? You can’t, all souls creep & crawl
Jot down copious notes on the following, YOU are all you must deal with, indeed, it’s All about You
Among Many there’s a One formulating this diatribe, a solo failure to succeed at survival, I’m insane
Daughters, more important than fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers, egg supply is all too humane.

According to the evil genius, what is left when nothing is right can be nothing more than zilch, nada
Zero from nothing equals itself, emptiness of your wallet, your purse, your pockets empty of mothers
All girls grow to shed blood without battles, with wars against their parents GOP scatological tripe
Apolitically Incorrect, not politically wrong, knocking out the palookas with a leftist’s cracked pipe.

Up country, way past my mother’s apron strings, some American-Euro-Chin svelte form of girl shape
Past the years of being a baby girl but still being a baby, having babies in rapid 9 month succession
On the welfare of the good, the bad & ugly orphans whose fathers didn’t imprint their motherlode
Hope you dream after you die, but you probably won’t be able to since your body has no brain mode.

On the nature of Time in this Space, go far & much further than the elders ever went into the Void
High & tight like a haircut from the barber who left a little on the top, pulled hair can’t be avoided
In the fight, in the heavens above & the hells below where we’re all gonna go, a Mayfield jingling
Curtis moved & is now unmoved but still a mover, resting until the supernova annihilation thing.

Mark the spot with an ‘X’ so you’ll be able to find it in the morass of inviolate mistakes by divine Ids
#Woke but not awake, no inkling that the dreaming state is the Reality, Life is but a Dream, so row
Boats or any raft to float upon the salted sea, above the liquidity of gas states, a hodgepodge of blow
Wind & dirty dust blown from ground cover, photosynthetic solar trash, dirty God of innocent kids.

Eat the meat, it means you die if you don’t, plantations of tobacco & paper keep the minions too high
They don’t work or play, they merely sit quietly, silent in the four cornered room, TV louder, Radio fly
I am, we all are the only thing we have, 208 bones walkin’, rollin’ or crawlin’ walls, as a cool drunkard
Meaning that the moment you die, get ready, get set & go do the do, you came & saw, you conquered.

There is no cyber-protection available for your valuables, nothing is safe so protect It, It is Nothing
This faux fact of life is the one you’ve waited for during the seven decades of hoity-toity air blowing
Filled honeypots with dirty water, filled the bottles with that Spirit & alcoholic frivolity unto death
How old can you get, so God forsaken foolish that you’ve forgotten the only reason you drew breath?

Truth is, you can die ignorant & devoid of wisdom, your matter of your form is starlight’s refused boots
Can’t knock the boots if there’s no boots to knock, booty is a foot cover & an arse, attractive as my toots
Just me & her, her & me, together until we begin the rotting process, then buried deep to cover it all up
As if your death wasn’t as important as your life, above & below the thing, you know the thing in a cup.

Wine and fermented grain will provide the narrow way for the minions to follow, so being the final end
It’s gonna happen, you have no power to alter the Present or the Past, but you can create the holy Future
Breathe in and out, it’s good and plenty like candy to a baby, suffocation is the way to the Void, so pure
Absolutely empty, no atoms or electrons, neutrons or protons, an Einsteinian theoretical incomprehension.

Get lucky right after you’re feelin’ lucky, that’s the result of direct intent of the Will, magic ultraviolet
Down below the Infrared & above that Ultraviolet radiation from the star, no gods, just s Space outlet
No big daddy or big mama to catch you as you fall from the Grace of being alive on Earth, cross boned
Skullcap over your mind, helps you forget being an idiot will cause your death, a genius body moaned.

Biology of the psycho-social evolution is a matter of random collisions of strange charges, goddess’ sins
Calling Mercury, Venus, Mars & Saturn in the middle between Uranus and far off Neptune, Pluto’s suns
Harder than the soft stuff, the blood is hot and flows up and down, head to toe in perpetuity, no ego, no I
Open up the sealed envelope, the Winner Is… Adam Doe & Eve Jones, kids are all stillborn, Gods all die.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XIX, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 630 AMPST

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